Session Thirty Three
GM: Hallo all!
GM: Sorry for the interruptus yesterday, but I needed to practice my interview skills on the AFLAC Guy.
GM: I met the Duck.
GM: He’s a fucking bastard.
Shenvallei D’ansille: AFLAC! rock on
Shenvallei D’ansille: BACON!
Shenvallei D’ansille: That was for Morgan. We were talking yesterday about the commercial with the dog that goes nuts for bacon.
Dragonling: we were?
Dragonling: I said “quack”
Dragonling: you said “oink”
Dragonling: and I yelled bacon
Dragonling: I said nothing about a commercial with dogs
Shenvallei D’ansille: yup thats all it takes to set me off.
Dragonling: fair enough
Dragonling: I’ve done worse
Shenvallei D’ansille: then I linked him the commercial and he refused to watch it.
Alex: I could see that happening.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Anyway I hope your interview went well.
Dragonling: I don’t.
Dragonling: But I enjoy being contrary
GM: It went well, but I’m not taking the job
Dragonling: please don’t turn me inside out
Dragonling: I didn’t mean it
GM: I don’t do Commission based work
GM: with no base income
GM: I will not be a used car salesman
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): what kind of insurance would you be selling?
Alex: ...Aflac insurance
Alex: Supplemental health
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): Is that all they do?
Alex: They do all sorts
Alex: I’m not a salesperson
Alex: I’m an engineer with a bachelors degree
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): Well before you say no you could think of it this way…
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): you could take the job just for your resume.
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): not go into it seriously
Alex: Thing is, it wouldn’t look good on my resume
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): actually you are right.
Alex: I mean, yes, it’s work, but it’s not engineering related, and I wouldn’t feasibly be with the company for long enough to show my dedication
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): they will be like why would an engineering grad get an insurance sales job?
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): it could undermine everything youve done already
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): besides we want you to stay unemployed so that you can keep dming :P
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): j/k seriously I hope you get something good
Alex: me too
Alex: I enjoy DMing
Alex: SPEAKING OF DMing…
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): indeed, do either of you want to hear a disgusting story first?
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): no? ok on to the DMing then
When last we met, you had returned Riley to the Temple of Hanseath, where the priests there returned the poor woman to health, restoring her fingertips and fingernails. Her hair has returned to it’s normal strawberry-blonde color.
GM: She is, now, awake, and looking very scared.
Jhaelyn hangs back, somewhat nervous.
Riley De Beul: “No, don’t! I don’t know anyth—-where am I? Shenvallei, what are you doing here? Did they get you too?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Riley, are you ok? You are safe now, you are in the temple of Hanseath.”
Riley De Beul: “How did I get here? What’s going on? Who’s Hanseath?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We rescued you from whoever captured you. They were holding you and Jesebel ransom. Where is she! Do you know?”
Riley De Beul: ”....wait… what? You rescued me? Why didn’t you rescue Jesebel?”
Riley De Beul: “We were being held together, in the same cell. Where is she?”
Dragonling sits on Riley’s lap and purrs.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We found you in a slave wagon not in a cell. What is the last thing you remember?”
Riley De Beul pets the dragonling, needing the comfort.
Riley De Beul: “Slave wagon… no… Jesebel and I were held together in the same cell. ...did you leave her there? Why are you lieing to me? Why is EVERYONE LIEING TO ME?!”
Shenvallei D’ansille grits his teeth holding back his frustration.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “She… must need time. Time we do not have. Lets go.”
Jhaelyn blinks and shrugs, “Ok?”
Shenvallei D’ansille leaves heading back to the intersection at slaadi way.
Jhaelyn follows, somewhat befuddled.
You return to the intersection.
You find the wagon stripped of corpses, and the faint chalk outline of a whip.
Jhaelyn: did anyone scrawl an answer to my note?
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Im hoping there was another wagon headed in one of the other directions of the arrows on our map.”
GM: What was your note?
There is a bloody checkmark on the wagon.
And also a bloody heart.
GM: What do you do?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Head in the direction of the other southern arrow on the map.
Shenvallei D’ansille: And looking for fresh wagon trails.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Flip that order actually.
GM: You see no fresh wagon trails…
GM: Traffic has picked up significantly during the time you took to bring Riley to the temple.
You arrive at Ziggurat Square, and find a small section of market stalls, the most prominent of which has several gorgeous women standing behind it, all elven.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I head there.
GM: A big, burly gnome steps to the front of the stall. “Who y’want, painty? Five n’hour!”
A big, burly gnome steps to the front of the stall. “Who y’want, painty? Five n’hour!”
Jhaelyn hangs back, muttering about Hive whores and the clap, petting her dragon and fuming.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I look at the elves carefully. Any of them have any tatoos that signify their villages?
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Where are these ones from?”
“We got flavors from all over! Sasal, fresh in! Fresh meat! Cheap! Three gold!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Do I recognize any of them from my village?
GM: Roll Int.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Intelligence check [1d20+5 = 17]
One of them looks vaguely familiar, but it could just be that you’re looking for it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “The one from Sasal of Aber Toril.”
Shenvallei D’ansille pulls out 3 gold.
“Good! Good! Go, go, very safe. Have back in an hour!”
He takes the gold and scampers off, pushing forward a weary looking, elderly elf.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Do I recognize her?
GM: Int check!
Shenvallei D’ansille: Intelligence check [1d20+5 = 10]
Yes. She looks like a friend your mother used to entertain.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I remember you. You were friends with my mother werent you?”
Female Elf: “Sweety, for three gold, I’ll be whoever you want me to be. You with that girl over there? Sure, I can be her friend, and she can be your mother, and we can do naughty things to you. Where are we going?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Lets start with you telling me what village you grew up in. And lived in say 50 or so winters ago.”
“That’s a long time to be asking a whore, honey. You sure you don’t want to go some place private? I mean, you can keep talking and I can give you your moneys worth right here, if that’s your thing, but it’ll cost you a gold.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Stay here.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I walk back to the gnome.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “This one is not from Sasal.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “You can return my 3 gold now.”
“Sorry! You paid for her time. Gold is mine.” He points at the sign, hidden partially by a bra, which reads “All Sales Final. No Take backs.”
“Sides, you want her to be from Sasal, she be from Sasal.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “How did you even know to say the name of my home village? Magical means? A clever ploy. Im impressed enough that I will spare your life this day.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I walk away.
GM: You walk away, and the whore follows you.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I told you to stay where I told you.” And I keep walking.
GM: You walk!
GM: Where do you walk?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Back the way we came hoping to follow the last arrow on the map.
GM: You head in a third direction?
GM: The one that headed “west”?
Shenvallei D’ansille: yes.
GM: You do so.
You travel, coming across a large tent, covering a good portion of an alley, wherein you hear joviality, gambling, and cursing.
At the end of the current street, you see several large humanoids kicking something back and forth.
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): afk sec
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Im relying on the happenstance of luck, Jhaelyn. Perhaps we will find more answers here.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I move forward towards the tent
Jhaelyn: “You know, for every piece of good luck, there’s two bits of bad, right?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Aye, random good fortune. And I have never heard that addage.”
You head towards the gambling tent. A half ogre moves to block you, staring you up and down. “Elf-boy, you have jink? No jink, no entry. No credit. Collateral for credit.”
Jhaelyn: “Y’aint from around here, are ya?”
Jhaelyn: (to Shen)
Shenvallei D’ansille grabs a handful of gold and shows the half-ogre.
GM: How much gold do you show him?
Shenvallei D’ansille: 9 coins
He reaches out, palm upwards, and gestures towards the gold. “Entry fee.”
Jhaelyn: “Shen, waste of time.”
Shenvallei D’ansille thinks for a moment. Then turns to Jhaelyn “I know. Maybe Riley has recovered a bit.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Im at a loss if she cannot recall anything.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Head back to the temple giving the half-ogre a dirty look as I leave.
You return to the temple. You feel eyes on your back the entire way.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I look around as soon as I feel that.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Spot] [1d20+2 = 21]
GM: You see the half ogre, glaring at you, from the tent.
Shenvallei D’ansille: keep walking
GM: YOU ARRIVE AT THE TEMPLE.
Jhaelyn: Stand.. well back.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Enter, see hoe riley is doing.
Jhaelyn: not out of ear shot.. but..
You are about to step inside, when you hear, from behind you, “Miss! Miss! Benevolent Mistress of death and giving!”
Jhaelyn looks around
Jhaelyn, you see, running towards you, a man in grey robes, lacking a cowl. His eyes are… fanatical… blood shot, and his teeth seem to be slightly rotten.
Jhaelyn: “Errr… yes?”
Riley is doing quite well, according to the head Priest, Shenvallei. She is currently sleeping, being attended to by a man in ragged clothes, awkwardly washing her forehead.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Is there any pie around?
Grey-robed man: “We appreciate your patronage, mistress! Since you were so kind to us collectors, we, well… we kind of figured… well, a gift was in order.”
No pie. Not even the smell of pie.
Jhaelyn: “Errr…. a … gift?”
Jhaelyn: “It wouldn’t happen to be the location of two caravans like the other one, would it?”
Jhaelyn: “Because that would be really great right about now..”
Jhaelyn: “Not that whatever you have isn’t wonderful!”
Jhaelyn: “I don’t mean it that way..”
Grey-robed man: “Yes! We peeled it from one of the corpses you left for us, and we wish for you to have it! Please!”
Grey-robed man: “But… caravans?”
Jhaelyn cocks her head to the side, “Yes.. other wagons.. like the one with the bodies I left for you..”
Grey-robed man: “You mean to kill more people to give to us? That is… no… I can’t advocate pre-meditated giving…”
Grey-robed man awkwardly holds out a wrapped cloth towards Jhaelyn, suddenly looking worried.
Jhaelyn: “No, no! Of course not.. its just.. they’ve stolen someone very dear to my friend.”
Jhaelyn: “Of course.. it wouldn’t be pre-meditated donation if we needed to kill them anyway, would it?”
Grey-robed man: “Maybe my gift can help! Maybe… anything to help the mistress of death and giving! Please, no pre-meditated corpses… they give me the uneasies…”
Jhaelyn: “Of course! There’ll be no pre-meditated corpses.”
Jhaelyn takes the proferred gift.
Grey-robed man: “Oh thank you! Thank you! You have made sure I can sleep tonight! Much better than not sleeping all of last week…”
Jhaelyn: “Wait, wait.. but.. have you seen, or heard anything, of such another two wagons?”
Jhaelyn: “It would mean a lot to me..”
Grey-robed man: ”...waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaago—- ... er… would they be full of un-pre-meditated corpses, by chance?”
Jhaelyn: “Uhm… no, but they may be being guarded by non-pre-meditated corpses!”
Grey-robed man: “We thought it came from you, after we found the first one…”
Grey-robed man: “That’s where we got the gift…”
Grey-robed man: “We hope it pleases the mistress.”
Jhaelyn: “You found another wagon?”
Grey-robed man: “It found us. Delivered to the mortuary gates!”
Jhaelyn: “What was there? In it, I mean.”
Grey-robed man: “I told you! The corpses you left us! Twenty, full of wonderous items, that I may eat this month!”
Jhaelyn: “But no-one alive?”
Grey-robed man: “Which is how we knew it must have come from you and the elf! Your bladework is masterful! Why you did not stay to claim the reward, I do not know… just leaving the wagon gave us much consternation. It was so generous, this gift was the least we could do!”
Jhaelyn: “Of.. of course..”
Jhaelyn: Look at the.. gift.
You unwrap the fragile cloth gently. Beneath, a faint, thin piece of parchment has ink tattooed onto it, depicting a camp with a mattock over it, next to a candle. The parchment has several blue streaks, possibly rivers, running through it.
Jhaelyn: . . . <ponders>
Grey-robed man: “Do you like it?”
Jhaelyn: “Where did this come from?”
Grey-robed man looks earnest.
Jhaelyn: “Its.. unique..”
Grey-robed man: “We peeled it from one of the men you gave us! You know, the wagon you’re so interested in!”
Jhaelyn: “Was there any more to it, or was this the whole thing?”
Grey-robed man looks shocked, almost offended. “You accuse me of withholding a gift! I would do no such thing!”
Grey-robed man: “Never! After you’ve been so generous, I can have a drink, at last!”
Jhaelyn: “I do no such thing..”
Jhaelyn: “I simply wondered if there were more markings like this on any of the others..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: At the mans exclamation I turn and walk to Jhaelyn’s side.
Shenvallei D’ansille looks at the grey-robed man then to Jhaelyn then to the ‘gift’ she is holding.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “How in the hells is this useful to us in finding our friends?”
Grey-robed man: ”...you don’t like our gift?”
Jhaelyn: “Whether he likes it is unimportant.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I dont even know what it is. How can I like something that I do not understand?”
Grey-robed man: “It’s obviously a tattoo, of very high quality, that we removed from a man’s forearm… we thought it was a nice gift, considering you’re looking for someone, apparently… there’s no need to be rude. Why do people always look down on me? Just because I scavange the dead doesn’t mean I’m a bad person! Nobody understands me…”
Grey-robed man starts sobbing.
Jhaelyn sighs and hugs the man, glaring at Shen.
Grey-robed man continues sobbing, though less fervently.
Shenvallei D’ansille looks taken aback by Jhaelyn’s reaction.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Im… sorry.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “It is a nice gift now that I understand.”
Jhaelyn: “What it looks like is a map.”
Grey-robed man sniffles, and somehow manages a smile, which looks odd, on his somber face.
Jhaelyn: “Its just a question of.. well.. what’s it a map of..”
Grey-robed man: “I don’t think I will be much help there… I don’t know much about maps… well, unless it’s anatomical…”
Jhaelyn: . . . query.
Jhaelyn: From the forearm?
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I only pray that it is somewhere in Sigil.”
Jhaelyn: Meaning, originally it wasn’t a flat sheet, but theoretically a continuous loop?
GM: It does not connect.. it’s simply a flat sheet.
Jhaelyn: “Unlikely that its in Sigil.. at least if those’re rivers.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Maybe they are streets.”
GM: Probably was just on the inner side of the forearm.. no hair.
Jhaelyn: “Unless the whole thing is just a symbol representative of a place in Sigil.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “It could mean anything.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “May I see it?”
Jhaelyn: “As long as its still in one piece when you’re done.”
Jhaelyn hands it over.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I put on my eyes of minute seeing.
GM: The piece of skin is very delicate, but does not rip. It seems he got both the subderma and the derma in the extraction.
Shenvallei D’ansille: And spend a few minutes studying it.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Ill even compare it to the map of sigil we have looking for any similarities.
GM: You spend some time studying…
GM: You do not see anything in Sigil that looks remotely like it.
GM: You do see, though…
GM: On the map…
GM: Several moving figures
GM: One of them, in a cage like figure, bald, and quite naked.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Gods. Jhaelyn look!”
Jhaelyn: ”.. what?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I hand her the glasses.
Jhaelyn: “I look so awful with glasses..”
Jhaelyn pouts, puts them on, and looks.
Shenvallei D’ansille smiles amused.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “They make you look quite studious.”
Jhaelyn: “I don’t wanna look studious. Studious is boring.”
Jhaelyn: ”. . . errr.. no offense, or anything. You don’t really look studious.”
Jhaelyn: “For a mage, I mean.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Is it? Im studious but Im not at all like that gnome who just reads all the time.”
Shenvallei D’ansille shakes his head.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Nevermind, look here on the map!”
Jhaelyn: “I am!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: Does she see the moving figures?
GM: yes, she does.
GM: Both of you, spot checks.
Jhaelyn: “What about it?”
Jhaelyn: Skill [Spot] [1d20+7 = 15]
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): Peter Pettigrew!
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): sorry
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Spot] [1d20+2 = 16]
Shenvallei, you see, on the edge of the skin, what you once assumed was a mole, you now realize, is blue.
Jhaelyn hands the glasses back.
Jhaelyn: “How does this help?!”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “If this is current its showing us where Jesebel might be. By the way what is happening to your gift?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I point at the blue mark.
Jhaelyn: “Thats great, Shen. But without knowing where that is, it doesn’t help much.”
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): clarify was the figure on the map or the piece of skin?
GM: The skin.
GM: All of it was on the skin.
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): hells ok take back that whole conversation then
Jhaelyn: “Unless we can find someone who can tell us what that all means, we’re exactly where we were to begin with.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: A candle, a camp with a tarp over it, and a blue mark right?
Jhaelyn: mattock over a camp.
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): whats a mattoc?
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): k
Jhaelyn: similar to one
Alex: more or less
Jhaelyn: “Some kind’ve mining camp?”
Jhaelyn: “But whats with the candle or the rivers…”
GM: Spot check!
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Spot] [1d20+2 = 20]
Jhaelyn: Skill [Spot] [1d20+7 = 22]
You both notice one of the rivers fade slightly… they seem dependant on how the map moves. They seem a bit raised.
Jhaelyn: Turn the map. Meaning, pivot it.
Jhaelyn: say, 90 degrees.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Maybe the sewer?”
GM: You do so. They turn with it.
Jhaelyn: Keep turning with the map infront of me. That “mole” changing position?
GM: It’s moving with the map, yes.
Jhaelyn: Walk about 20 feet.
Jhaelyn: Any change in the map?
GM: Spot check.
Jhaelyn: Skill [Spot] [1d20+7 = 21]
GM: You see the mole fade slightly.
Jhaelyn: Go the other way.
GM: It regains it’s strength
Jhaelyn: Keep going that way.
GM: You do so.
Jhaelyn: Any change?
GM: It gets stronger, slightly.
Jhaelyn: Is it changing position?
Jhaelyn: As if I were getting closer to it?
GM: It’s not changing position, merely intensity.
Jhaelyn: Keep goin’.
Jhaelyn: attempting to “find” this mole
GM: You do so!
Shenvallei D’ansille: I follow.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “For not being studious looking I find you quite adept at your deciphering ability.”
Jhaelyn: “Thats not studious, thats streetwise.”
Jhaelyn: “There’s a difference.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Maybe a bit of both in this case.”
There are several false starts, but you get going fairly quickly, ending up deep in the Lower Ward, by a tavern called the Tallow Candle. The time is near-night.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Ive been here.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Alusair came here as well.”
Jhaelyn: “And the lower ward is crawling in portals..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “That candle on the skinpiece.”
Jhaelyn: “Uh huh. That candle on the map.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Ok. Lets check it out.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I walk towards the enterance.
GM: You walk towards the entrance
GM: YOU ENTER?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Yes.
Jhaelyn: Shen’s got the map, if he’s going first now
Jhaelyn: that or he’s letting me go first
Shenvallei D’ansille: Im just going into the tallow candle, Jhaelyn still has the map.
Jhaelyn: “Simple reason for my madness.. if its a portal key, it should be in front, wherever we go.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I had not considered that logic.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I wait at the enterance for Jhaelyn to go first.
Jhaelyn: “Mm hmm.. don’t worry, eventually you’ll learn to think like one of us.”
Jhaelyn: walk into the Candle.
Black Abishai greeds Jhaelyn with a slight bow. “Welcome to the Tallow Candle, miss. Here, a beer on the house!”
Jhaelyn smiles at him and takes a seat at the bar.
Black Abishai: “What brings a pretty lady like you to a place like this?”
Jhaelyn: “Uhm… truthfully, I’m.. well.. looking for someone..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I pull my cloak over my face.
Black Abishai: “Oh, look no further! I’m your man! Well… male, anyway.”
Black Abishai: “Who’s your companion here?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I shake my head and say in a low voice, “Nobody important. Just a friend of hers.”
Black Abishai: “Any friend of this lovely lass is a friend of mine! Pull down your cloak and have a beer, on the house!”
Jhaelyn: “Please.. he prefers to stay covered.. he’s.. well.. he’s kind’ve self conscious. It makes him nervous, being uncovered.”
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): we are fucked
Kiergath (Jhaelyn): only if you open your mouth again
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): nice cover
Black Abishai: “Oh… well, how about you? Would you be nervous? Being… uncovered?”
Black Abishai puts a beer down infront of Jhaelyn and Shenvallei.
Jhaelyn smiles nervously, “What? Why should I be? But… well.. the truth is, we’re pressed for time..”
Black Abishai: “Oh, how long do you care to be pressed for?”
Black Abishai winks.
Jhaelyn: “I can’t! Well.. not until we find our friend.. she’s in alot of trouble.. and..”
Black Abishai: “Ohh… well, how about your friend here? Maybe a bit of time with me might solve some troubles…”
Jhaelyn: “Damn it, someone kidnapped one of our friends, and we don’t know where to go, and the only lead we’ve got pointed us here, and I don’t know where to go, I’m tired, I’m stumped..”
Jhaelyn looks close to breaking down into tears in her beer mug.
Shenvallei D’ansille pats Jhaelyns shoulder but seems to feel the same.
Black Abishai: “Aw, there there lass… why don’t you sleep on it? I’m sure they’ll be unkidnapped after a good night’s sleep. No use beating yourself up over spilt tanar’ri blood, that’s what me mum used to say.”
Jhaelyn: ”. . .”
Jhaelyn: “Look. I know! I get it! But I wouldn’t be much fun in my current condition. I’m distracted, my mind’s on other things, and thats not liable to change until we find our friends!”
Black Abishai: ”...a bit self centered, aren’t we? I wasn’t trying to sleep with you. Shit, I was telling you t’shut up and go get a room. You’re upsetting my regulars with your moping.”
Jhaelyn grins somewhat, eyes twinkling in a “Wow, I just put my foot in it, didn’t I?” kind’ve way.
Jhaelyn: “Prat. I’d still do it anyway, if you’re interested, after this is all through.”
Shenvallei D’ansille turns slowly to look at Jhaelyn.
Black Abishai: “Like hells I want to bed a whiny whelp like you. Those blues had a right fireball, which I took you to be. Hellsteeth, if I wanted a whiny broad, I’d go find some elf lass and rape her.”
Jhaelyn laughs quietly to herself, “Shite.. I’m not usually like this, I’m sorry if I’m upsetting your customers.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We should go. Before we cause any major problems.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I say the above in the same low voice.
Jhaelyn: “Sorry, no can do. Besides, we already started a problem. I’ve wasted this darling Abishai’s time.”
Jhaelyn: “Unfortunately, doesn’t change the fact that we’ve got a lead and it pointed us here.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I glance around the room looking getting a quick head count of the bar patrons.
GM: It’s late. There are probably 20 beings in the bar.
GM: Two blue abishai, laughing, in the corner.
GM: One man, sitting alone, in the middle of the room, looks like he’s wrapped in chains.
Jhaelyn: “Hey, Shen.. You mentioned Jess… who did you say your other friend was?”
Jhaelyn: “Wouldn’t be that Celestial that Shalezade was so interested in, would it?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “It would. But…” I whisper, “These Abishai have it out for me.”
Jhaelyn: “Describe her, for us.”
GM: Uh…can we get a whisper silently check?
Shenvallei D’ansille: Skill [Move Silently] [1d20+7 = 20]
Jhaelyn: I’m not trying to be especially quiet.
Jhaelyn: At the very least, I want the barkeep to hear.
GM: The bartender does not hear shen
Shenvallei D’ansille: I return my voice to normal volume, “Alusair? She is a sight to behold. From the minute I saw her I knew there was more to her than just her beauty. No beauty is the wrong word, its more like a subdued form of awe, of peace in her presence. Of course then she opens her mouth and can be as brash as a moonsea pirate.”
Jhaelyn: ”. . .”
Jhaelyn: “That doesn’t help much. Our friend here couldn’t possibly recognize her based on that.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Her intentions are pure beyond all compare. Of any reasoning creature.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “As are her actions in matters of her faith… oh what you wanted a more physical description?”
Jhaelyn: “Also.. you mentioned ‘these abishai’... you know the other two?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “They and Alusair had an escapade one night together. I got some details before I told her I didnt want to hear anymore.”
Jhaelyn: ”. . . Is that so..”
GM: ”...wait, you know the broad who wrecked my bar?”
Jhaelyn grins like a cat with a hell of a lot of cream she wasn’t supposed to find.
Jhaelyn: “Yep.. we’re trying to find her, as a matter of fact.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I stand up ready to run out of the bar.
Jhaelyn: “Put us through a lot of trouble, she has.”
GM: ”...you find her, you give her this. That fucking slut cost me 10,000 gold in damages.”
Jhaelyn: “Sure will.”
Black Abishai hands over a bill itemizing the damages. It’s several pages.
Jhaelyn: Pocket it.
Jhaelyn: “I do have a question, though.”
Jhaelyn: “Would help us find her, if you could help.”
Jhaelyn: “We think it’ll lead us to the people who have her.”
Black Abishai: “I’ll need some more to go on. There’s a lot of people who come in here.”
Black Abishai: “A lot of people, and I’m still in debt! ...what are you doing standing up, boy?”
Jhaelyn: For starters, describe the guards that were on the other caravan.
Shenvallei D’ansille: I sit.
Jhaelyn sets a stack of 50 gold on the counter.
Jhaelyn: “Another beer, too, please.”
Black Abishai puts a big mug on the bar infront of both of you.
Black Abishai: “That’s pretty slim to go on… I never saw the like of those around.”
Jhaelyn: “Fair enough.. does this mean anything to you?”
Jhaelyn: Show him the tattoo
Black Abishai: [1d20 = 20]
Jhaelyn: lol, spiny
Black Abishai: ”...oh, him? Fucking piss-head, he was. Came in here, bragging about a bunch of murders he had pulled off. Tried to kick him out but he uh… I uh… couldn’t… touch him…”
Black Abishai looks slightly embarassed.
Jhaelyn: “Any idea who he was?”
Jhaelyn: oh, for FUCK’S sake
Black Abishai: “No idea who he was, but I know he left with a firey broad… bright green eyes… never forget them. SHE had spirit. No moping, either.”
Jhaelyn: “You’re not gonna let me live that down, are ya?”
Black Abishai: ”...would you, in my position?”
Jhaelyn: “Not without a good reason.”
Jhaelyn: “If this map is showing your bar, here, do you have any idea what those other two symbols might be?”
GM: Which symbols do you point out?
Jhaelyn: The mattock and the camp
Black Abishai: “Well, that… that’s a mattock… and… the other one’s a mining camp of some sort. Probably near a mountain.”
Black Abishai: “Is that where that bint is? IS THAT WHERE MY MONEY IS?”
Jhaelyn: “Can you tell us anything about the woman that he left with?”
Jhaelyn: “I’m sorry, we’re wasting your time here. How much for that room you mentioned earlier? Maybe it would be best to just sleep on it.”
Black Abishai: “Oh, you paid for it. Top of the stairs, last room on the right.”
Jhaelyn looks for her dragon, finding it doing a backstroke in the large beermug.
Black Abishai: “I’ll see if I can get more information about that red haired woman for you when you wake up.”
Jhaelyn: “It would be appreciated.”
Jhaelyn fishes out her pet and goes up to the room.
Jhaelyn: retrieve the map.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Follow.
GM: You arrive in the room… it’s a fairly simple room, two beds, seperated… one bed is by the window, facing an empty looking alley.
Jhaelyn: Investigate the window.
GM: You approach the window… Spot check!
Jhaelyn: Skill [Spot] [1d20+7 = 20]
Jhaelyn, you see the faint glimmering outline of a portal door at the end of the alleyway.
Jhaelyn: “I feel almost bad leaving the Abishai like that, if he was actually gonna try and find out more for us.”
Jhaelyn: “Shen, look at this.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Its an Abishai. Who cares.”
Jhaelyn: “Thats a Prime, talking.”
Jhaelyn: “The planes’re made up of, and for, all kinds. Ya don’t remember that, and someone’ll scrag you and throw away the key, if they don’t just put you into the book and be done with it.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Beleive me, I know.”
Jhaelyn: “Sorry.. forgot. But that looks like a portal there, aye?”
Jhaelyn: “You see it?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “I do. We have no idea where it leads however. So we must make the choice to prepare as best we can first or go now.”
Jhaelyn: ”. . . up to you.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Let fate decide.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I flip a coin.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Castle we leave now.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Gryphon we wait.”
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): 1 or 2 = castle
Shenvallei D’ansille: [1d4 = 3]
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We wait.”
Jhaelyn: ”. . .”
GM: You sleep!
GM: And rest!
GM: Somewhat fitfully.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Resetting Wizard Powers
Jhaelyn: Resetting Pyrokineticist Powers
Shenvallei, you are tortured, for the first hour of your meditation, by the image of a beautiful woman with black hair and a slit throat, reaching out for you, moaning.
Jhaelyn: Oh. Oops.. did I say that?
Alex: brb sec…prep
Shenvallei D’ansille: Resetting Wizard Powers
Jhaelyn: Resetting Pyrokineticist Powers
Dragonling: Resetting Totally Awesome Powers
Shenvallei D’ansille: lol
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): afk myself bio
GM: 1 more min
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): lol im watching an old horror movie called nightbreed either of you seen it?
You wake up, in the morning! The smell of roasting flesh assails your nose from downstairs.
Jhaelyn: not sure
Alex: Nossir. Hate horror movies.
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): ok
GM: [1d10 = 8]
GM: [1d20 = 16]
Shenvallei D’ansille: I get packed up and ready.
GM: YOU PACK!
GM: it is exciting, and an adventure.
Jhaelyn yawns, heads downstairs.
GM: YOU HEAD DOWNSTAIRS!
Shenvallei D’ansille: Follow.
Nick (Shenvallei D’ansille): hey now I created Sigils first BMT
GM: The bartender is roasting some sausages on a spit, flame spewing from his mouth. It cuts off when you step downstairs, and he quickly plates them.
Alex: Jhael had gone downstairs first :P
Jhaelyn: sit down at the bar.
You do so. Sausages and beer are served to you both.
Black Abishai: “So…I found out about that girl you asked about…”
Shenvallei D’ansille: I eat the sausage and sip the beer listening intently.
Black Abishai: “I kind of wish I hadn’t gone poking around, though.. She’s a bloody Anarchist… Fiona Gallowglass… The Harmonium suspect her of plenty, but they have no evidence to pin on her.”
Jhaelyn: “An.. anarchist, you say? That rather fits..”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “If she is the one who took… I will grind her up for you to use in your sausage.”
Black Abishai: ”...what the hell kind of sick culture did you come from? You eat humans?”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Those that make me angry enough, perhaps. Im aquiring a taste.”
Jhaelyn: ”. . .”
Jhaelyn edges away from Shen.
Black Abishai: ”...Lady, you track with wierdos…”
Jhaelyn: “Surprise to me, too.”
Black Abishai: “Look, I’ll harbor criminals, sure. But cannibalism? That’s where I draw the line.”
Shenvallei D’ansille: “We all do things when we are not of our right mind.”
Black Abishai: ”...you want my advice? You get him a room in the Gatehouse, right quick, too. His admission is sure… or run him off to Xaos…they truck with those types too…”
Jhaelyn: “I’ll keep it in mind.”
Jhaelyn: “For the moment, though, thanks for everything – I think I know where to head, now.”
Black Abishai: “Oh…just be careful about her… she’s a fiesty one… ...mmm…”
Jhaelyn: “Come on, lets go.”
Jhaelyn leaves and heads for that alley.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Swig down another gulp of ale and follow.
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Mind not my words. They were derived from an elvish curse. The foulest way one can defile ones enemy is to desecrate their corpse by eating it. It is something that my people consider the final stage of both vengeance and madness.”
Jhaelyn keeps walking
Shenvallei D’ansille: “Oh? Never mind.”
Shenvallei D’ansille smiles.
You arrive at the portal… the map of skin feels warm from wherever it is, and the portal flares to life.
Jhaelyn: Go through
Shenvallei D’ansille: Spell [Mage Armor] -> Gives subject +4 armor bonus.
Shenvallei D’ansille: Then follow.
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