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Post by brine on May 12, 2020 9:07:02 GMT -5
The rest of you don't see Kaliban for about a month, other than an occasional lucky glimpse of him haggling for metal or lugging a bundle of it back to his apartments. (Not that any of you saw much of him before now, with the way he bundles himself up.) Considering the fact that when you do catch a glimpse, the patterns in his glamerweave are of cloud and storm and mist, it's not too hard to figure out what he might be thinking about. If someone goes to check on him, if you can even get his attention over the sounds of clanging metal, his response is curt but not hostile - "Unless you're doing something that means you need defending, leave me to my work." The door remains shut, regardless of persistence.
He emerges, eventually, and anyone who actually cares to enquire will be shown a new suit of mail, but the mists on his weave remain. He may have served a tour at Vathirond, on watch for anything coming out, but this was his first time truly inside of the mists since the day he and his mother dove into the river just as the curtain reached them. He seems more thoughtful, even as he starts to spend a bit more lavishly and wander the streets - looking for a few items of particular use to him, he'll freely share, and seem glad of any help offered, though he neither asks for nor expects any.
And his thoughts on Cyre, as he curtly corrects any time the M- is brought up? "I've no excuse now. Sooner than later, I must seek Fort Bright, and Prospero." But his thoughts turn again and again to Lady Elyadrin, and what her letter said - the schema could be connected to that dreadful day. Should anything come of their discoveries in Whitehearth, he can only hope fervently that she remembers his homeland, and shares it with him.
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Post by Aileen on May 12, 2020 10:53:38 GMT -5
In my field of work you never know what kind of sh**uations you're going to end up with or the kind of people you'll meet. I met my dragonborn friend Morkris after running from a failed heist. I didn't expect the 80 year old man to wake up after the dose I gave him, or just how many guards he had at his beck and call. I was lucky to be a pretty blonde girl getting jumped by thugs in the exact spot dear Morkris decided to make camp. He became my loyal companion and bodyguard after that incident.
Then we met Willow, the most beautiful and cocky starling I've ever met. She was performing in a tavern that Morkris and I were hanging out in, and just happened to join our table after the show. Drinks were shared, words exchanged, and suddenly we were in her employ- me as her manager, and Morkris our bodyguard.
Somehow we ended up with a group of people who were going to find some schema for House Cannith, in the Mournlands. Our skills meshed with most of them, so we were invited along. We caught a ride on an elemental carriage type thing with a guy we met in a tavern named Failin. He disclosed his love of wigs to me, and I just had to be his friend.
The journey into the Mournlands brought us to a city absolutely covered in glass, with undead dwarves. After avoiding a camp absolutely filled with undead and scary people, we went into the city and I snuck ahead to find a House Cannith church. That's where we met Gary, the vampire. I made the mistake of stabbing him when the rest of the crew was sitting around being overly peaceful due to his charms. He slapped me so hard I'm pretty sure I traveled to a new dimension and back. We had a quick fight where he really wanted to kill me, and then he turned to mist and ran away. F***ing Gary, what a guy.
We left the town and followed a map to our final destination, a cave with the House Cannith insignia on it. The moment we got there the evil undead pigeon that was coming after us in town attacked. We killed it quickly and then went in. The place was full of hatches, and I made the mistake of trying to pick one open with my thieve's tools. It shocked me, and then when I grabbed the hatch to open it I felt so many volts go through me that it stopped my heart. Our new friends got me up, and we found out that the keycharm in the haversack I've been carrying opens them. After going through a few fake hatches, we finally find one that leads into a control room.
Then we met the giant sentient wolf, Rorsa. A beautiful, intelligent creature who had never experienced the simple pleasure of a good scratch behind the ears. She had us find some fire monster and a stone wolf, and we ended up clearing the whole complex out after facing a few horrible things. A living acid spray, way too many fire creatures, bodies that regenerate and stay dead... this place is weird.
I got the schema, a copy, and a big thing that the schema fit into- the job the group set out to do was complete! But, of course, Gary caught up to us. We heard his voice booming through the complex, and went up to find a bunch of skeletons, guards and some lady holding beautiful Failin hostage. Gary came out and demanded the schema, and he would let us all live. I came forward and left the schema on the ground for his lackey to take, and he confirmed it to be legitimate.
"Kill them!" He ordered. F***ing Gary!
We had a brief and successful battle after Gary got away, and then packed into the carriage to head back to lady Elaydren. Fortunately, I only gave Gary the copy- we still have the original and the other thing! Along the way home we ran into ghouls playing bridge in the middle of the road, razor sheep and a mimic house, but we all made it out alive and got to Lady Elaydren. She was very pleased to get an extra with the schema, and paid us handsomely.
I spent the next two months living the good life, schmoozing with rich merchants and other interesting folk. I spent a little time with some of the group, even ending up at a strip club on one night on the town which ended up being solely Warforged. I never wish to repeat the experience, but to each their own. I very much look forward to our next adventure, and hope to never see Gary again. F***ing Gary.
~ Vanna
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Post by Chris on May 12, 2020 11:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Aileen on May 12, 2020 11:28:22 GMT -5
Damn you Colin Robinson!!!
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Post by koop on May 13, 2020 10:32:57 GMT -5
OOC: So glad to see others posting here. Being new to the group, I didn't get the benefit of learning characters' backstories in depth, to the extent they were shared or explored earlier. And there are still folks for whom I have a vague sense of their character, but only that. Would folks be willing to share backstories here? I generally trust people to differentiate between in-game and out-of-game knowledge, but if folks want to hold back deep, dark secrets, that's not a problem. I'll start. Here's the background I wrote for Random: (image credit Iosu Palacios: www.artstation.com/iosupalacios) Random is of slender build. His relative height is lessened somewhat by his frequently downcast demeanor. His green eyes are flecked with gold and sparkle with mischief when Random is excited, amused, or angry. When not disguised, Random's dark hair and ruddy complexion lend to the stereotypical tiefling appearance. Random was a foundling--abandoned and rejected by parents as a cursed child of an unholy union--and raised on the outskirts of civilization by a succubus who took pity on him. In exchange for food and shelter, Random ran errands into nearby towns to gather supplies and cultivate new "patrons" for the succubus to seduce, while also learning the abilities to deceive and beguile from his hostess.
When he was old enough to set out on his own, Random was determined to prove his worth. However, his tiefling appearance led others into assuming that he was the servant of some infernal being, and Random found his path into legitimate lines of work blocked. Eventually Random leaned into the expectations of those around him and made a modest living as a "snake oil" purveyor of fake potions. When he could, Random would use his modest magical powers to help those he duped to the best of his limited means. Eventually, the local lord demanded Random make a potion for him--and Random has been trying to avoid the authorities ever since.
Random's otherworldly "patron," R'lyeh, is a Great Old One much like The Elder Scrolls' Hermaeus Mora, only less chatty. R'lyeh chose Random because Random strives so hard and so unsuccessfully to break free of his tiefling heritage. Random resists R'lyeh and denies him as his patron, but that makes no difference to R'lyeh, who continues to coerce Random into doing his bidding. And indeed, R'lyeh has granted Random many powers that Random has found himself compelled to rely upon to make his way in the world. R'lyeh has plans that span the arc of time and Random is merely a pawn, although R'lyeh finds Random's continued and fruitless quest to earn acceptance amusing.
With easy access to disguise kits and magic, Random often spends much of his time as someone else to avoid drawing attention as a tiefling in the civilized world. Wanting what he believes he cannot have, Random craves the love and acceptance of those around him. Despite his advanced abilities to deceive, Random can and does still easily fall for a pretty face.
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Post by dragonforgotten on May 13, 2020 16:49:38 GMT -5
Jackle is pretty straight forward She's 5.5ft tall with bronzed skin and golden eyes. Her hair is a mix of braided dread locks thats adorn with beads and party tied back out of her face. She's dressed in a sleeveless black biker shirt with a high collar and faded grey jeans. She often wraps her feet and arms up in heavy fabrics so she can shift freely intp her other form without ruining footwear or cloths. When she shifts she bears like a lycan version of werejackle with black fur and a narrow limbs and high ears. Her limbs become longer giving her extra speed in chases. She's often mistaken for a long tooth shifter as her canine nature leans towards the longtooth rather than the aloof cat nature of the Swiftstriders.
she was born and raised in Sharn and lost her parents at a young age to gang violence. An officer of the watch found her and brought her to a monastic chapel within the city were she was raised by them. Eventually she found their life style too restricting and her couldn't stand being confined do to her Shifter nature and animal instincts. She left to find her own means of enlightenment, to get in tuned to her spirit animal of her name sake. Ironically she rediscovered both during her time as a mobster, that life and death comes in equal parts. It was short lived how ever. She eventually left the pack when her boss replaced her with a Longtooth shifter. Unable to find a job thanks to racial discrimination she scrapped by just to afford her crappy apartment till fate changed everything and she became an adventure.
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Post by Chris on May 14, 2020 8:33:45 GMT -5
Mission notes as provided by Lady Elaydren and her Turrani associate (and you have seen an image of each individual)
Calderus: Ancient vampire. Based in the undercity of Sharn. Has agents throughout the city.
Edvin Garm: Emerald Claw agent in Sharn. Eight days ago met with Stellos and passed him a letter. This occurred approximately an hour before Lucan Stellos was outed. Likely responsible for outing Stellos, but that is unconfirmed. Stellos disappeared within hours
Garrow: It seems as though Garrow has been looking into multiple magical artifacts presumed lost under Sharn. One of these is a sword that, until two days ago, was in the possession of an ancient vampire who dwells in the depths of the city. Goes by “Brother” Garrow. Vampire. Not ancient. Priest of the Blood of Vol. Agent of the Emerald Claw. Was spotted in Korranberg six days ago. Nights, rather. Some Emerald Claw activity still going on there.
Grilsha Stellos: Lucan’s sister. Raised him. Very close. Protective. Lives in Ivy Towers. Magically talented. Grislha disappeared two nights before your job offer . Her residence was searched by agents of Calderus the next night.
Lucan Stellos: Citadel agent in Sharn. Eight days ago multiple anonymous letters were sent to various officials. They revealed Stellos to be under the control of Calderus. Apparently, unwillingly. Lucan reappeared the night before last. Seen at the residence of his sister. He had a magic sword in his possession. It matched the description of the one Garrow was studying. The vampire blade. Lucan disappeared two nights before your job offer. His residence was searched by agents of Calderus the next night.
The Vampire Blade (no image): Unfortunately, we know almost nothing about it, except that Garrow wants it. From what little we do know, we suspect it is particularly valuable to vampires.
MISSION We think Lucan and his sister are still alive and on the run. Our best guess is that they are headed to Korranberg to meet with Garrow. I suspect to exchange the sword for something – probably including some sort of guarantee of safety from Calderus. Lucan also has an associate in Korranberg, an Aundairan ambassador, Neya ir’Krell. It is also possible he will seek her out. I want you to head to Korranberg and disrupt whatever Garrow is planning. If you can recover the vampire blade, that would be ideal. Anything else you can recover – including information on Garrow’s plans, his allies, or his research notes – will be compensated. Well compensated. As long as you prevent Garrow from acquiring the vampire blade, I will consider your assignment a success, and you will have an additional sum of 300 gold each waiting for you as a reward. If you bring me the blade, I’ll double that.
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Post by brine on May 14, 2020 9:44:31 GMT -5
Kaliban strikes one as... imposing. And, on further study, little else. Mostly because you can't see most of him. He's clearly human - he has to be, considering his dragonmark - but other than that he keeps nearly all of his body obscured, between a heavy hood and his clothing. Normally he wears his Marshall uniform, though thanks to Neebl's needlework he's acquired a Cyran-style set of glamerweave that he wears most of the time when armor isn't demanded.
As to his past? He's not forthcoming with a lot of this beyond his Cyran heritage, but he was there on the Day of Mourning. Specifically, on the banks of the Cyre River. A kalashtar named Prospero had appeared at Fort Bright, where his mother was stationed and where he was serving as a squire, and delivered a dire prophecy: by the morrow, the land of Cyre would cease to be, laid low by a force no strength of arms or Cannith cunning could forestall. He urged all who were willing to listen to flee the country before dawn.
Naturally, this act saw Prospero consigned to the stocks for "fomenting desertion and suspicion of being a Karnathi collaborator". When Kaliban spoke to him later, Prospero's explanation was simple: the country of Cyre was doomed. The Path of Light demanded he help save what could be saved - the people of Cyre, who would carry with them what could still be saved. It was a moving discussion - one that planted the seeds of Kaliban's faith and would lead him during his schooling to seek the company of kalashtar. Over time, those seeds would blossom into not only a conversion to the Path but in Kaliban becoming a devout.
While the rest of the garrison were quick to dismiss Prospero's words as the raving of a kalashtar - or worse, an attempt by Karnath to make the fort easy to capture - Kaliban's mother, Aryl d'Deneith, spent the rest of the evening withdrawn and uneasy. When the watchman came to call her for her shift, he found her room empty, and Kaliban's as well. The dawn, and the mists, found them running across the plains towards the Cyre River. The mists came upon them as they neared their goal, and for a few awful minutes the two were enfolded. But Aryl, carrying her faltering son, burst free when they stopped at the banks, and desperately forded the river to the (relative) safety of Karnathi soil.
In Karnath, Aryl was able to locate an enclave of House Deneith and claim sanctuary by virtue of her dragonmark. However, a number of members of the house dismissed Aryl as a deserter, and to this day dismiss Kaliban as a deserter's son. Despite this, Aryl was able to secure a space for herself and her son, and eventually used up the last of her contacts and goodwill to ensure Kaliban a placement in the Rekkenmark - albeit for the price of a promise of military service, one Kaliban was content to accept. This led to further whispers about him - that he was not qualified to wear the Rekkenmark uniform, that he was only there because of who his mother was. Kaliban threw himself into military scholarship to prove them wrong, to the point where he even taught himself Goblin so that he could read the treatises penned by Darguuni tacticians. Though not the top of his class, he acquitted himself well throughout his three years of study, even after yet another reason for whispers appeared.
Sometime during his schooling, Kaliban was pronounced ready to undergo the Test of Siberys. While he succeeded admirably, the appearance of his dragonmark sent wracking pains throughout his body. The Mourning had at last caught up with the boy who thought he had escaped - and while his dragonmark was examined at length and pronounced not to be aberrant, he was left with horrible ropelike scars across his body, a clouded eye, skin darkened past his already rich olive, and patches of pure white pigment scattered all over his body. Worse, he soon learned that his mother had not escaped the Mourning either. While she had become somewhat withdrawn and simple in recent months, soon after the Test it became clear: Aryl's mind was slowly degenerating, as if some strange magic were robbing her of her reason. At present, she has difficulty caring for herself, and needs to be looked after by House Deneith members who've made it clear they expect compensation.
After graduating from the Rekkenmark, Kaliban began making good on his debts by serving for a year in the Brelish town of Vathirond, the closest part of Breland to the Mournlands. Why Vathirond? This town is the most likely to see an incursion by anything coming out of the mists, and Kaliban considers such things to be Cyran problems, and Cyran citizens' duty to deal with. In addition, he feels indebted and grateful to the Brelish king for permitting so many refugees to settle within his lands. (He does have a tendency to pointedly look away from any stand selling the Voice of Breland, however.) Following this first term of duty, he traveled to Sharn, intending to while away the time before House Deneith calls in their next favor.
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Post by brine on May 14, 2020 10:04:49 GMT -5
So, Grishla Stellos is onboard. Onboard the ship that was just attacked by warforged riding on sodding hippogryphs. I find myself somewhat more confused by the presence of Talenta riders so far from their beloved plains, but the exchange between the lead warforged and the halfling he attacked indicates a deal of some sort - money, most likely. Dratted things, in any case. I need better spells to deal with such interlopers - my hands are too unsteady for a bow.
I digress. If Grishla is here, then considering what we were told about her, so is Lucan. We may wish to speak with her privately and establish some sort of rapport, to understand what Garrow's role here is. Lucan has the sword, which was taken(?) from Calderus - yet Lucan is known to be in Calderus' power. And now he is bringing it to Korranberg, where Garrow is. Why? Are Garrow and Calderus opposed? Is this some form of rebellion against Lucan's erstwhile master? If not, then why did Edvin, likely on Garrow's orders considering the Emerald Claw link, expose to the authorities that Lucan is in Calderus' power?
... and what of the damnable warforged? Were they sent here for us by our other lovely acquaintance, or could they have been working under this Calderus in hopes of retrieving his weapon?
A tangled mess. If we can establish a rapport with Grishla, perhaps the skein will be drawn straight. A risky proposition, however, and one we need to discuss together. Grishla is either an exceptional sorceress or, even more worrisome, a mage who has undergone martial training as well. We cannot antagonize her - it would mean our deaths. We need her on our side, or at least unaware of what we do.
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Post by koop on May 14, 2020 10:35:48 GMT -5
Random sat on the bunk of his cramped airship stateroom, breathing heavily. Kaliban, Hered, and Jackle had helped everyone with their wounds, including Random, but Random's hand still went involuntarily to the spots where the halfling's arrows had struck him. He winced at the memory.
Random glanced out the porthole at the clouds scudding past before pulling out his Black Book. Balancing book and inkwell on his lap, he opened the book and began to write.
Blood in the clouds, Random wrote. It's at once beautiful and terrifying. One moment we were enjoying the literal heights of Khorvaire luxury aboard a House Lyrandar airship flying high above the King's Forest of Breland, and the next we were battling for our lives with nothing between us and a very long plunge to the ground. Perhaps that's situation normal for an aarakocra like Willow, but speaking for myself as a land-locked tiefling, it was decidedly of the no-thank-you variety of new experiences.
It began with Lady Elyadren d'Cannith summoning us the evening prior to meet her and one of her spies for a briefing at a common house in Middle Central Sharn. Once again, it would seem, our paths would cross with the vampire Evil Lord Garry (yes, Garrow, I caught it--doesn't matter; he shall forever be Evil Lord Garry to us). We were--are--to prevent Lord Garry from receiving a magical sword, appropriately if unimaginatively named the Vampire Blade, from a brother-sister duo named Stellos. Wealth and acclaim to follow.
One would have assumed that the Lady and Her Spy would have taken security precautions before providing us with our mission details. One would be mistaken, however. No sooner did we arrive at an airship on the morrow to take us on our journey from Sharn to Korranberg in the nation of Zilargo than some members of the group spotted our halfling server from the previous evening at the airship dock. When approached, the blighter scarpered--indicator the first that Things Were Amiss.
Our journey began uneventfully enough. We settled into our staterooms while high class refreshments were served in the forward dining room with its plate glass vistas of the rolling countryside beneath us. My tail was twitching with alarm and I took a stroll--disguised as Henry Everbliss--to inspect what I could of the ship. Willow and Morkris offered some entertainment on the foredeck, but I'm afraid their pipes and flute sounded more like an alarm going off, as indeed, keen-eyed Kaliban and others quickly spotted flyers approaching and sounded the proximity alert.
The captain used the ensorcelled public address system to instruct the passengers to return to their rooms; but this is Eberron, by the gods! No motley assortment of red-shirted crew would take the place of hale adventurers. Several of us schemed to remain above-deck to see what was afoot and provide aid if possible. Vanna hid; Hered transformed into a rat; and Kaliban revealed himself to be a Sentinel of House Deneith, which, apparently, was good enough for the crew(!).
For my part, I did what I do best and, while Willow drew the attention of the crew with a loud complaint, transformed my appearance into that of a guard in an attempt to mill my way among the throng. I had hoped that the captain would focus on the immediate flyer threat; but no. Military discipline, or whatever passes for it on an airship of House Lyrandar, led the captain to call for a general muster. With the crew assembled, the captain quickly perceived that he had--how should I put it?--an overabundance of willing defenders. And so the captain, with death on gruesome wings approaching, set upon a quixotic quest for the metaphorical missing strawberries to uncover the imposter--yours truly.
It was mere moments before my inevitable discovery that the first wave of attackers arrived. Warforged, borne aloft on hippogriffs, landed on the decks, while halflings riding glidewing dinosaurs circled with bows in hand. The crew for the most part, more accustomed to serving drinks than dealing death, gaggled nervously amidship with crossbows pointed in every direction.
Our group sprang into action. The warriors who had done as they had been bidden by the captain and had gone below decks quickly sprinted back up the stairs to engage the enemy, while those of us who were already above deck turned to the foes around us. For my part, I identified the warforged who appeared to be in charge--Scimitar, it appeared his name was--and Suggested to him that he should defend the airship and kill the halfling flyers instead. That worked well enough until a lady dwarf-seeming passenger emerged and fried him with a lightning bolt--but more about her in a moment.
Despite my attempt to disrupt the enemy forces and turn the battle to our advantage, the battle was extended and laborious. The warforged on deck, having been set on their mission and engaged in combat, were not to be turned aside by their erstwhile commander, while the halflings and their mounts circled, shot, and swooped. Our group did what they could to engage, and when they did, did so effectively; but most of the battle, if truth be told, revolved around the crew and the assailants flailing at one another.
Our fellow passenger, the one who appeared to be an elderly dwarf lady, dealt impressive amounts of damage to the warforged and halflings alike. Her lightning bolts decimated the enemy while our group converged, disarmed, and dismantled Scimitar and his gang. (There apparently was some dispute among our group about Vanna's split-second decision, in the heat of battle, to knock Scimitar's weapon of the same name out of his hands and send it careening off the deck into the thin air below us. I for one have never met a scimitar, magical or otherwise, that I would not rather see plunging thousands of feet away from me, particularly when it was being wielded by my adversary; but the lust for magical items makes for some strange priorities sometimes, I suppose.)
With the battle concluded and the blood of crew and enemy combatants mopped from the deck, the captain bid us return to our cabins and enjoy the rest of the journey--as if this were merely the evening's entertainment. Bloodbaths happen often on these trips, do they? It's a wonder they sell any tickets. I was glad of the rest, as I prefer to keep my infernal blood inside my skin, ta very much. And so we retired to our quarters to nurse our wounds and await tomorrow, when we hope to land in the Zilargo capital of Trolanport before continuing our air journey to Korranberg.
When we returned to our cabins, however, Kaliban informed the rest of us that the elderly dwarf woman was, in fact, Grilsha Stellos, Lucan's sister, traveling in disguise--which raised a host of questions and concerns. Firstly, if she were aboard the airship with us, where was Lucan? Could it be that the Vampire Blade was among us aboard ship? Secondly, what was the attackers' purpose--to attack our group, happenstance opportunists, or servants of the ancient and rival vampire lord Calderos who was seeking the Vampire Blade from the Stellos siblings himself? And finally, if Grilsha was as powerful a magician as she had demonstrated herself to be--and if she and her brother were so fearful of Calderos that they were seeking the aid of Evil Lord Garry and his minions--what hope did our group have of overcoming any of them?
Random closed the book and leaned back on his cot, breathing heavily. Rough-and-tumble combat disagreed with him, he thought. He closed his eyes and tried as best he could to dismiss the visions that leapt to mind of careening over the railings and plummeting uncontrollably through the sky as he had seen several of the combatants do that afternoon.
Why, oh why couldn't Moratha have sworn his service to a flying being? Random thought. Sighing, Random pulled the covers over his weary body and slipped into the depths of sleep, with black tentacles writhing and swirling up out of the inky darkness to greet him.
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Post by Aileen on May 14, 2020 12:57:44 GMT -5
Vanna is a 25 year old human, shoulder length blonde hair but currently wearing a long, unnaturally red wig while traveling. She comes from a small farm town (I honestly don't know Eberron, at all) but travels all around city to city to hunt her prey- old rich people.
Vanna has been engaged 7 times, only to drug her betrothed(s) the night before the wedding and steal their most valuable possessions. Three of them she married, the oldest ones, and claimed their riches after their timely deaths. Unfortunately most of the proceeds had to he paid to her thieve's guild, and after the latest failed scheme she was caught in the act of clearing out the old ex-mercenary's vault. She narrowly escaped his men, thanks to Morkris the dragonborn, and found herself in the new trade of adventuring. The money has never been better, and she hopes her ex-fiance and old guild don't catch up to her.
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Post by koop on May 14, 2020 13:24:26 GMT -5
OOC: Kaliban and others, when the opportunity next presents itself, Random will suggest that whomever in the group is currently capable of ritual casting (Hered?) cast Detect Magic and move through the public spaces of the airship, particularly passenger berths, and see what they can locate and identify before the ship docks next. We might be able to gain some valuable information about Grilsha and whether either the Vampire Blade, her brother, or both are aboard.
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Post by dragonforgotten on May 15, 2020 14:03:39 GMT -5
sounds good, Jackle will stick by your side Random if you need muscle. I also suggest having a smooth talker causally speak with Grilsha, buy her some really nice wine. Don't ask about the blade yet but keep her calm while we search about. Regardless we should not antagonize her or her bother if he's around. from what we've heard it's possible that Lucan and his sister might possibly be an ally in this. My theory is that her bother is being controlled and his sister is acting as his protector. She may or may not know the full story of what her bother is doing but trusts him to not question his actions
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Post by Aileen on May 15, 2020 20:30:47 GMT -5
sounds good, Jackle will stick by your side Random if you need muscle. I also suggest having a smooth talker causally speak with Grilsha, buy her some really nice wine. Don't ask about the blade yet but keep her calm while we search about. Regardless we should not antagonize her or her bother if he's around. from what we've heard it's possible that Lucan and his sister might possibly be an ally in this. My theory is that her bother is being controlled and his sister is acting as his protector. She may or may not know the full story of what her bother is doing but trusts him to not question his actions vanna can wine and dine her, it's her old job!
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Post by brine on May 15, 2020 21:27:53 GMT -5
Kaliban is able to ritual cast, but he doesn't have Detect Magic prepared, the soonest he could do what you suggest is tomorrow. Also worth noting that I'm fairly sure it is blocked by walls?
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