The gaunt patrol is vanquished. One swordsman and that confounded tracker ran away, the leader and eight others are dead, and the caster, the axeman, and three others are passed out on the grassy strip between the lake and the steeper rise of the land.
- Grok goes and retrieves his rock, and then reloads his cannon.
- Isabis prods an unconscious elf with her toe
Isabis: “What are we going to do with this one? He’s still breathing.”
- Seiankornai eyes the unconcious ones, “IT seems we shall some sources of answers.”
Malaina: “Probe him for answers?”
- Jessaila wipes the blood off her saber.
- Vari wonders if he can eat the dead ones
Isabis: “Hmm. Anyone have a lot of rope on them?”
- Isabis starts removing weapons from dead and living alike.
- Malaina pulls out her rope (50ft)
- Seiankornai chews on the other half of the leader he already ate half of
- Vari currently nomming on one of the dead elves
- Seiankornai stops for a moment, “Hmm, perhaps I should wait to finish this till they’re awake, it might encourage them to talk freely.”
Isabis: “Seian, really. Did you even check to make sure there’s no hidden blades on that before you put it in your mouth?”
Thurirl: “We may not receive many answers from them upon awakening. I cannot imagine they would view us as highly as we would wish.”
- Vari tilts his head, a leg dangling from his mouth
Jamshid par-Bahadur has connected.
- Malaina goes to give Isabis the rope to us
Seiankornai: ((we just started))
- Jessaila stares at Vari, then Seian.
The leader’s armor is ruined, incidentally, not that it was anything special to begin with.
- Grok keeps an eye out for any more elves
- Isabis hauls the live gaunt together so she can tie the one rope around all of them.
Jessaila: “I’m going to pretend I didn’t see that they’re all baddies they’re all baddies just keep saying that…”
- Seiankornai is oblivious to the elf’s distress/disgust
Isabis: “All right, you, what’s in your bag?”
- Thurirl ponders if he should not part himself from the group, lest another ambush befall them.
- Vari stares down at the ones that are alive, an arm between his teeth
The elves Isabis is looting groan but do not regain consciousness.
- Jessaila helps Isabis tie and search the survivors.
- Thurirl almost smirks at the thought of the elves waking up to Vari’s face.
Malaina: “No Vari, they are alive, no eating them.”
Malaina: ((Jess is still out in the water!))
Isabis: “Don’t eat the dead ones either, until you’ve at least stripped of the useful gear and made sure there’s no next of kin to see you.”
Jessaila: ((Cast water walk, incidentally, but no.))
Seiankornai: “Ah, right, you wear things in your clothing.”
- Seiankornai goes to each dead one and starts to strip everything from them
Vari has ruined a perfectly, well, average set of partial leather armor also
- Vari doesn’t care, he was hungry, fighting burns alot of calories
- Grok asks Seiankornai W “Elves taste any good?”
- Jessaila keeps muttering. “They’re all baddies they’re all baddies they’re all baddies they’re all baddies they’re all baddies…”
- Isabis sighs "One day, I’m going to write a book on sunchasing, and rule 1 for drakes will be “loot FIRST, fire and devouring SECOND.” "
- Jessaila considers.
Jessaila: “Pillage, then Burn?”
Malaina: “Sounds like a good idea.”
Seiankornai: “Burn? Why waste good meat?”
Malaina: “Well, you never know, you might run into that rare drake that likes their meat cooked.”
Thurirl: “Hmm. Perhaps a rule book would be a wise idea, to help other Sunchasers in their endevors.”
Isabis: “That version is for people capturing, oh, structures they don’t care to defend thereafter.”
Seiankornai: W “They’re decent, Grok, just don’t eat the live ones.”
Seiankornai: “And cooked is one thing, burned is quite another.”
Isabis: “You know, you drakes don’t like it much when other people eat your dead.”
- Grok helps himself to some of Seian’s meal
- Thurirl feels a little concerned about this topic of eating people.
- Malaina helps with the looting
Seiankornai: “We don’t like it when sneaky goblins go through our tunnels and take our young or old in an unfair fight. An honest fight, the victory goes to the victor, and he can do what he will.”
Malaina: “He makes a very good point.”
Seiankornai: “Granted, we don’t like being attacked in the first place.”
- Jessaila is quite agitated.
Grok: ((so what do we get loot wise? And rep wise?))
Jessaila: « 2d100 = 118 »
- Thurirl notices Jessaila looking shaken.
Thurirl: “Jessalia? Are you feeling all right?”
Jessaila: « 1d100 = 82 » , « 1d100 = 26 »
Seiankornai: “What? Was she wounded?”
Dragonhawk: ((we have loot rolls to make))
Malaina: ((Do all of use roll a 1d100?))
Dragonhawk: ((Jessails was making a special backstory roll))
Jessaila: ((That was for something else))
- Jessaila stands, a bit stiff. “I’m uninjured.”
Dragonhawk: ((I believe the roll is 1d20+5))
- Jamshid par-Bahadur rolls: 1d20+5 => 16 + 5 = 21
Seiankornai: ((treasure roll? ok))
Malaina: « 1d20+5 = 12 + 5 = 17 »
- Jessaila looks away. “Ansigar just had small children, that’s all.”
- Seiankornai seems confused by that statement, but doesn’t press for more info
- Jessaila points at Seian. “Ansigar was…”
- Thurirl would like to press… but perhaps now is not the best time.
Dragonhawk: ((OK, rolls available are 1 Magic, and 11 x “Any” rerolling “any” if it tries to become “gear” ))
Grok: Dibs on any
Jamshid par-Bahadur: (make mine an “any” roll)
Malaina: ((I guess any))
Jessaila: “Ansigar was Seian’s dinner. He had a wife named Gislina and three children.”
Thurirl: ((I’ll let someone else have the Magic roll, unless no one claims it))
Seiankornai: ((just a moment, GM was confused by the treasure rules))
Dragonhawk: ((wait, I’m wrong. It’s 4 x any))
Thurirl: “…forgive me for pressing the matter.”
Jessaila: “At least he had three children last I knew.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “Wait, you knew him?”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “How did you know him?”
Seiankornai: “What? You knew who I just ate?”
Malaina: “…..keeps quiet”
Jessaila: “Yes, I know who you just ate.”
Seiankornai: “You must have kept interesting company in the past.”
- Jessaila glares at Seian.
- Thurirl feels very sorry for bringing this up.
Malaina: “Seian…drop it…”
Thurirl: “……perhaps we should have this conversation later?”
Dragonhawk: “… don’t kill him, he’s just underinformed…”
Isabis: “… don’t kill him, he’s just underinformed…”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “My apologies, this may be a difficult topic, but it may be crucially important to know what Jessalia knows about these elves”
Seiankornai: ((btw, Jamshid and Grok, care to come on IRC for general OOC talk there?))
Thurirl: “I think a private conversation would yield better results.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “Please Jessalia, tell us what you know, and Seian please be silent until she is finished”
Isabis has connected.
Seiankornai: ((probably also a better place for things like treasure rolls))
- Jessaila takes a deep breath and tries to visibly settle down. “Malaina and Isabis know the whole story.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: ((ok, logging on))
Malaina: “And now is not the time for asking questions that isn’t any of your business..”
Jessaila: “It’s all right, Malaina. Thank you.”
- Malaina looks over her shoulder at Jess, and nods, but still doesn’t relax
- Thurirl sighs and wishes he had not pressed the point.
- Jessaila puts a hand on Mala’s shoulder and smiles at her. “It’s fine. I appreciate it.”
Jessaila: “I’ve not hidden that I know many of the gaunt elves – that’s why I told you about their tactics the other day when we encountered their scout.”
- Grok remains blissfully unaware of inter-group tensions
- Malaina sighs and nods her head, letting her shoulders relax
- Seiankornai can be assumed to be translating for Grok generally
Jessaila: “I lived with the gaunt elves for five years, against my wishes. Some of these elves I know… knew.”
- Gaunt Sorcerrer 1 groans and coughs wather
- Malaina frowns and folds her arms
- Thurirl quietly thanks whatever diety was responsible for that… and commends them for being so subtle about it.
Thurirl: ((hear that, DM? =P Thurirl is praising you))
Jessaila: “Like Emelgard here.”
- Jessaila nods at the sorcerer.
Seiankornai: “I shall restrain myself a little in the future then, since we’re among people you know.”
- Thurirl senses that this is going to be a very… interesting conversation.
- Jessaila looks at Seian. “I… sorry. It’s just a bit… distressing.”
Malaina: “Let’s just see if we can get some answers out of the ones that we have tied up.”
Seiankornai: “Yes, let’s.”
Gaunt Sorcerrer 1: ((heh, the DM is not /technically/ a deity in this setting, but thanks all the same ))
- Seiankornai grins as only a dragonkin can, and stikes his snout infront of the sorcerer’s face. “You are waking?”
- Jessaila turns her attention back to the sorcerer. “You want me to interrogate him?”
- Vari lowers his head down to get a good look at the sorcerer
- Emelgard blinks, blinks again, shrieks, and passes out from terror
Thurirl: “Preferably before the Drakes start nib—oh. Nevermind.”
Thurirl: “Perhaps we should try again, without the Drakes this time?”
- Thurirl can’t help but let a little sarcasm drip into his tone. Just a little.
Malaina: “Vari!!! Did you have to be so close!”
Seiankornai: “Hmm, I admit that is a frequent occurance.”
- Vari pouts a bit, just wanting to see him up close
- Emelgard comes around a bit faster this time – better blood oxygen now, you see.
- Malaina instructs him to move away from the tied up elves
- Jessaila walks forward.
- Seiankornai is at a distance this time
The rest of the unconscious are starting to come around as well.
- Grok watches over the other treacherous elves
- Jessaila speaks in Melios so most of the others can understand.
- Thurirl stays close, though just on the edge of their vision.
Jessaila: “Hello, Emelgard.”
Jessaila: “I know you can speak Melios, so don’t try to pretend with me.”
- Seiankornai says aside to Grok, “Pft, elves, so weak of heart.”
- Vari lays down, watching with interest, his eyes staring hard at one of the tied up elves
Emelgard: “…low, weak language.”
- Jessaila shrugs.
Emelgard: “I know you speak Kamil, why sully your tongue with this?”
Jessaila: “So the others can understand what you say when you insult them.”
Jessaila: “How’s your wife?”
- Thurirl keeps close watch and pays attention to know when to flash teeth or a dagger.
Emelgard: “Shrewish as usual, but then, she’s stuck home with all the little howlers so I can’t entirely blame her.”
Emelgard: “I much prefer children who are old enough to show some culture.”
Grok: W “What culture?” Grok asks Seian
Emelgard: “How’s your…um… …”
- Jessaila waits.
- Emelgard tries to think of something polite to ask that won’t remind Jessaila to hate the Gaunt community. The silence becomes long and awkward.
- Seiankornai explains what culture means to Grok, and that these gaunt elves put too high of a value on a culture they never had
Emelgard: “Ahem. How are you, these days?”
Jessaila: “Oh, I’m doing pretty well, as you can probably see.”
Emelgard: “Righ. New friends, and so forth.”
Jessaila: “Yes. One of whom just ate Ansigar. Looks like you’re the lucky survivor who’s going have to tell his wife.”
Jessaila: “…presuming, of course, that you get back.”
Emelgard: “Yeeees. /Fine/ new friends you have. And what are you doing, leading them into our lands, eh?”
- Thurirl shows some teeth."
- Emelgard takes it for granted that the elf is in charge, of course
Jessaila: “Most of them are fine, when you get to know them.”
Jessaila: “We’re going to go see the master of the apprentices.”
- Jessaila smiles wickedly.
- Emelgard gives her a skeptical look
- Seiankornai cocks his head
- Seiankornai whispers to Isabis, “The who now?”
- Vari lowers his head down to the sorcerer again, sniffing at him curiously
Emelgard: “What, going to try your hand at the old ghost’s quiz and get right beyond the wildest dreams of younglings, are you?”
Emelgard: ((get rich, even))
Seiankornai: W “I think the elves are talking in riddles now.”
Isabis: “I admit, I haven’t heard this one.”
Grok: W “What’s the riddle? Grok solve.”
Jessaila: “I care damn-all for riches. We’re after something else of interest. No, I don’t think I’ll tell you.”
Emelgard: “You know the place has been searched a dozen times, don’t you? There’s nothing but trash in the lower areas, and the upper part is deadly.”
- Emelgard sighs
Jessaila: “Logair told me as much. The people-eater, he called it.”
Jessaila: “Wait, that was ‘the Crystal People-Eater.’”
Emelgard: “…and to think my own great-great-grandfather was the keeper of the keys, once upon a time. If only he’d passed them down to us!”
Seiankornai: W “Something about the master of the apprenticies and the old ghost’s quiz.”
- Emelgard eyes Seain and Grok nervously
Malaina: ((He doesn’t see Vari so close to his face?))
Grok: W “Can’t solve riddle if no one tells Grok riddle.” complains Grok.
Emelgard: ((Vari is stressfully close, but Seian and Grok might be planning something in that barbaric language they’re speaking ))
Seiankornai: W “Also a crystal people eater. Though the language isn’t clear if it’s any sentient being or just the small humans and elves.”
Emelgard: “Look, Jess, er, Jessaila. You know humans and drakes and the like aren’t allowed in here. This is our land. The one scrap we’ve got left, it’s /ours/, they aren’t allowed to come wandering around here.”
- Emelgard sounds whiny
Emelgard: “You have to take them back out.”
Jessaila: “I have to, huh?”
- Malaina archs an eyebrow
- Thurirl is not moving.
Seiankornai: “Your ‘land’ is blocking the way to my kinds lords.”
Grok whispers: Can I make a knowledge check to figure out what a crystal people eater is?
- Seiankornai voice gets just a slight bit angry
Isabis: "We’re not eggs to be hauled about in a basket. Even if she wanted to, she can’t just “take” us anywhere."
Jessaila: “Logair used that voice on me, too. ‘You have to understand what we were, Jessaila.’ ‘You have to know what we’ve lost, Jessaila.’ ‘You have to come with me or I’ll kill your son, Jessaila’.”
- Thurirl stiffens at that last one.
- Emelgard looks uncomfortable
- Malaina puts her hand on Jess’ shoulder
- Jessaila nods.
Emelgard: “Bad business, that…waste of a good sturdy halfblood…”
- Grok looms over Emelgard W “You no threaten family.”
- Seiankornai translates Grok’s statement
- Emelgard tries to back away from Grok
Emelgard: “I won’t! I didn’t!”
Jessaila: “It’s okay, Grok.”
Seiankornai: W “The coward apologizes and says he won’t.”
- Grok lets out a low growl, but backs off
- Thurirl does not like the wording the man used about the child… and his demeanor clearly shows it.
- Jessaila looks back at Emelgard. “As you can see… your life is in our hands. I’d suggest cooperating with us fully, assuming you don’t want to suffer an agonizing pointless death.”
Seiankornai: Vidoss “By the way, what is our policy with prisoners who have answered what they can or will, but we have no nearby towns to take them to?”
- Jamshid par-Bahadur on the other hand is showing about as much expression as a glacier on a cloudy day
Seiankornai: “Oh, we’re not going to do anything to him yet if he refuses. There’s all these other bodies to get through first.”
Emelgard: “L-look, you know I can’t change the rules! Shufdhow got away, there’ll just be another patrol along in, well, a few days at most.”
Malaina: Vidoss Why not just bring them along until we can drop them off somewhere?
Jessaila: “The tracker?”
Emelgard: “The forward scout, yes. (sigh) He told them to prepare for drakes, and did anyone but me bother to listen?”
Jessaila: “I’ve heard of Shufdhow. Never met him.”
Jessaila: “He’s good.”
Seiankornai: “Hehehe, you were the one who tried using fire on me.”
Emelgard: “I’m just one man, what do they expect of me? I can’t cast every spell ever known!”
- Emelgard mutters something about his spark being brighter than theirs, the lousy something-and-somethings
Isabis: (V) “Drop them off where, the ledge over the lake? I’d be worried about them following us.”
Seiankornai: ((notice check to hear him better « 1d20+7 = 15 + 7 = 22 »))
You whisper to Seiankornai: Seiankornai
You whisper to Seiankornai: Basically, he’s grousing about how he’s a better caster than the others and they’re degenerates and cretins and shouldn’t be ordering him around and he’ll show them all someday
- Jessaila looks hard at Emelgard.
- Seiankornai chuckles, “A bit of envy of the higher positions of the others, when you have better capability?”
You whisper to Seiankornai: If you learn anything of value from this, it’s that the others are mostly (all?) some kind of lesser casters – they are accused of being BAD casters, not of being mundanes
Jessaila: “You believe in the Crone, Emelgard?”
Emelgard: “What’s not to believe in? Somebody sent the knights and all those filthy ogres…er, ahem, and all those filthy goblins through from another dimension. Oh, and HUMANS, while we’re listing filthy vermin from another world.”
Malaina: “Amazing he continues to insult when we can clearly make his death a long and painful one.”
- Jessaila chuckles.
- Vari looks at his snout, looking at the sorcerer in a hungry way
Thurirl: “I can sympathize with the arrival of the humans and how it has thrown our world into chaos. However, there is no guarantee your situation would have remained the same if they had not come.”
Thurirl: “Some of us do appreciate some of their influence in this world.”
- Emelgard has a roaring bad mood going now, apparenly suitable for distracting him from the more serious pains of reality
- Malaina now has Thurirl a bit further down on her ‘like’ totem pole
Jessaila: “In a few years, you know the Crone will come again, Emelgard.”
Isabis: “Hmph. /WE/ didn’t smite the anvil. The elves have little to blame on us.”
Jessaila: “Did you know Logair was helping the Crone?”
Emelgard: “What, really? I thought the humans fixed their seal 70 years ago and…what? WHAT?”
- Jessaila speaks slowly.
Emelgard: “What was he thinking? More of, of THIS we need? The goblins that are here already aren’t enough?”
Jessaila: “Logair was working with the Crone. That’s why I strangled him and escaped.”
- Thurirl approves.
Emelgard: “Huh. More sense than most of us credited to you at the time. Er, wait, I didn’t mean -”
- Jessaila shrugs.
Seiankornai: “Too late, I think some of the others are waking up and have heard you.”
Jessaila: “The Crone is trying to come back, and she’s going to keep trying. The humans are trying to prevent it. We’re here to find out what our ancestors knew.”
The other elves variously wince and frown, apparently in dismay at Seian seeing through their pretense of still being asleep
Jessaila: “Maybe they knew some secrets that could be decisive. They have so many other great and vast and ill-understood secrets.”
Emelgard: “Oh, ah, er…abou the crone? Well…maybe, but do you really have to drag humans and drakes and a for-crystals-sake Ogre through the land to do it?”
Jessaila: “Emelgard, listen to me for a few moments.”
Emelgard: “…I don’t have anywhere else to be.”
- Emelgard shrugs at the rope
Jessaila: “Damn elven pride, it’s a matter of survival. The humans, and the drakes, and yes, even the ogres – if you don’t want to live another five hundred years as a leashed pet of the Crone, then we need them by our side to fight and defeat her.”
Seiankornai: “Perhaps we should get moving though, you can put him on my back and ride along to continue your questions.” W “Grok, how many of the tied up elves can you carry?”
- Jessaila leans forward.
Grok: W “All of them”
Jessaila: “We can’t afford to let the silly territorial Rules stop us, because we don’t have enough time to settle it.”
Emelgard: “Look, even if I agreed …er, which I’m not! ((over his shoulder at the others)) What exactly do you think I’m going to do, anyhow?”
Seiankornai: W “Ah, handy, please do so with the one’s Jessaila isn’t talking to. Put him on my back instead.”
- Jessaila glances around at the others.
Jessaila: “Well? What do we want them to do?”
- Grok place talky man on Seian’s back
Thurirl: “I would settle for being unmolested as we go about our employment. No one likes being ambushed.”
Isabis: “Can they stop the others from hunting us down and ambushing us again? Will having them as prisoners keep the others from ambushing us again?”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “I agree with Thurirl”
- Jessaila glances at Emelgard.
- Emelgard looks very uncomfortable on Seian’s back, and not just physically
- Seiankornai uses his wings to keep Emelgard steady
Grok: W “Let them ambush us. They no match for the mighty Grok! And you all.”
- Seiankornai chuckles and translates
Jessaila: “Grok says he can take you all, I believe.”
Isabis: “I think he’s presented some evidence in favor of that claim, yes.”
Emelgard: “This is going to be a loooong trip. Long and miserable.”
Emelgard: “Just promise you won’t haul me to that ghost!”
Seiankornai: “I’ll promise you that I won’t fly as long as you’re respectful as we drakes require.”
Emelgard: “Er…thank you sir? Master?”
- Malaina hops into Vari’s saddle, getting comfy
GauntSwordmaiden: “Shut up Emelgard, you coward. An elf allows no foreign master!”
- Jessaila steps over to Isabis. “What do you think of this, Isabis?”
- Grok pummels stupid elf madien
- Axeman kicks the swordmaiden, adding in Kamil “Shut up, do you want to get eaten?”
- Seiankornai chuckles at the elves antics
Isabis: “I think they’ll be trouble, but what else are we going to do with them?”
Jessaila: “I don’t want to drag these people all over the region.”
Seiankornai: “Perhaps we can find some chamber to lock them into in the ruin we’ll be exploring.”
Isabis: “Could tie them up under a lean-to and hope it’s a few days before they escape or get found, I guess…”
Seiankornai: “If they’re nice, we’ll even remember to bring them back.”
Jessaila: “If Shufdhow’s as good a tracker as his legend is, I don’t want them around to distract us or be noisy at the wrong time.”
Grok: W “Stick them in cave, and Grok will move big boulder only Grok can move in front of cave.”
Seiankornai: W “Oh, clever idea Grok.”
- Thurirl follows the group, sticking to the rear as usual. If another ambush comes, he wants to be missed again.
- Grok Grok leads the group, because he wants to be first at the foe.
Isabis: “About the tracking issue…perhaps a few castings of that water walking spell at the right moment would be useful in that regard.”
Seiankornai: “Vari, do you think you can fly around and ahead of us to try to find a cave that we can stick them in with a nice big rock nearby that Grok can move?”
- Jessaila considers.
Jessaila: “We could do that.”
Isabis: “Nobody can find footprints on water, after all.”
- Vari nods his head, opening up his wings and flapping them
Malaina: “We’ll try to be back soon.” holding onto the saddle
Isabis: “And I can cast it too.”
- Vari takes to the air and flies off
Axeman: ((search vs 15 malaina))
Malaina: « 1d20+5 = 9 + 5 = 14 » Search
Grok: Action die!
- Malaina spends an action die?
Axeman: heh, OK. Which will be at least one, and therefore you find a cave
- Vari flies his way back to the group, roaring down to Seian he and Mala found a cave
- Jessaila informs the gaunt elves of the plan.
Seiankornai: “Well done Vari, and Malaina.”
Emelgard: “A-a-are you leaving me too, or taking me for ambush-repellent?”
- Vari leads the way
Jessaila: “Why, do you think you’d make good ambush repellent?”
Emelgard: “I d-don’t know.”
Axeman: “He just doesn’t want to discuss that last conversation with me. Coward.”
Emelgard: “I am not! I just, er, want to know what they’re planning for me is all.”
- Thurirl notes the elves here seem to have some disagreements among themselves.
- Jessaila draws her saber and steps towards the axeman.
- Jessaila pauses and appears to reconsider.
- Axeman glares at her in faux bravado
Jessaila: “I was going to suggest that I just run you through.”
You whisper to Grok: You notice your burden is trembling
Jessaila: “But now I’ve gotten a far more wicked idea in mind.”
- Grok twirls around, trying to get a glimpse of the Axe person
Isabis: “Er, is ‘wicked’ the goal here?”
- Seiankornai tells Grok that it’s nothing to worry about, though may turn into something interesting
- Malaina chuckles at Jess
Grok: It looks like a dog trying to catch his own tail
Jessaila: “How about I have Grok break your arms – all of you, except fore Emelgard? That means until we return, you’ll be dependent on him for… everything.”
- Axeman goes a bit pale
Jessaila: “So don’t be too harsh on him – he might forget to feed you.”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: “It is merely a figure of speech Isabis — what Jessalia means is that she has an idea which will more effectively restore her honor relative to these miscreants”
- Malaina laughs over Jess’ solution
Isabis: “I admit, it does have the benefit of keeping the smart one alive.”
Thurirl: “We could also just leave them bound… but then, they might untie themselves, which would not do if they mean harm to our ‘friend’ here.”
Grok: W “I start breaking now?”
Isabis: “Breaking their arms has the added benefit of preventing them from swinging any more blades at us in the nearish future.”
Jessaila: “Is that a vote of approval?”
Seiankornai: “Quite fine with me.”
Isabis: “…as long as we splint them properly. I don’t want to slide into torture here.”
Malaina: “Should we knock them out first? So they don’t feel too much pain?”
Jessaila: “Of course not.”
- Jessaila was speaking to Isabis.
- Axeman mutters “They’re leaving us with Him in charge and it’s Not going to be torture? yeah right.”
Seiankornai: “It depends on how they behave on the way there.”
Thurirl: “It would be inhumane to result to torture. But if they are too much trouble, then they get what they deserve.”
Emelgard: “I’m not so bad.”
Seiankornai: “I’m not human, nor are you or Grok or them.”
Isabis: “Humane, not human.”
Jessaila: “Humane, having the compassion of humans.”
Malaina: “Which they don’t seem to have.”
Isabis: "You know…(switches to Vidoss) …/humane/ "
Thurirl: “Yes. A curious term, to be honest.”
- Seiankornai shrugs his wings, “Talking in the human language you’ll get human centric ideas I guess.”
Emelgard: ((in Vidoss, the term connotates a clean kill, so it’s possibly not the idea the elves want the drakes to have in mind right now ))
Thurirl: “There are worse things in the world.”
Thurirl: ((ah, yes… the Idea Barrier common to translation…))
You stash the elves in the cave, eight arms cleanly broken and roughly splinted.
Seiankornai: “Well, that’s done. Onward to those ruins.”
Seiankornai: ((can we speed this part along?))
Jessaila: ((OOC: I’m rather surprised that idea flew. ))
You have barely stepped out of sight before the four injured begin demanding healing spells, and Emelgard starts shouting about ‘not until they promise not to hurt him.’
Jessaila: “They deserve each other, I’m afraid.”
Thurirl: ((well, in retrospect, I’d be making promises so it wasn’t my arms that got broke))
Thurirl: “I hope this is not an indication of the future of the elven race.”
- Jessaila sighs.
Jessaila: “Sometime I hope to meet elves which are more like me and less like… them.”
Isabis: “I hope you don’t mind stuffy academics.”
Seiankornai: “I hear they’re living in the Janno cities and towns.”
Isabis: “That’s most of the elves I know.”
Isabis: “Granted, I know them from the college, an awful lot of the humans I know are stuffy academics too.”
You move along, going a little slower and spending more effort on frustrating trackers.
Jessaila: “I had such high hopes when we met Norn.”
You spend an annoying amount of time walking on the river, which has tricky footing in places despite the water walking spells, but at least makes you harder to track
Isabis: “Yes, well, she was annoying but she didn’t actively seek to harm us after all.”
- Seiankornai flies of course
Jessaila: “Maybe she’s a better person aside from the whole deception thing; but it’s distressing.”
Dragonhawk: ((what, up there where he can be seen for miles around?))
- Vari flying with Mala as well
- Thurirl doesn’t speak on the topic of Norn.
Seiankornai: ((at least a few feet above the river ))
Isabis: “I’m just saying, compared to some of the locals around here she’s practically a saint.”
- Thurirl tries hard not to give her credit where credit is due. He’s not succeeding.
- Grok goes slack jawed at Isabis’s comment
Grok: W “All elves are evil…”
Isabis: “Granted, the locals are nasty enough to make it a pretty low bar.”
Despite Isabis’s dire warnings about the drakes bringing gaunt armies down on their heads, you reach the ruin without further ambushes.
Seiankornai: W “Now that simply isn’t true. Jessaila here is an elf and is not evil.”
Seiankornai: W “And there are many elves living with the Janno who are good.”
Jessaila: “I just want, someday, to meet some elves who aren’t examples of why the elven race is dying.”
- Seiankornai looks at the ruins (underground or above ground?)
- Malaina standing next to Seian
From the outside and a fair distance away, the tower seems eerily undamaged. It’s one of those crystal constructions that time doesn’t seem to touch.
- Jessaila sighs.
- Grok runs up to tower
Jessaila: “I suppose I should tell you what I know about this place.”
Seiankornai: “That is… impressive.”
- Vari tilts his head at the tower
From closer up, it’s easier to see things like broken gates and streaks of soot. This place has been looted, burned, and looted again.
Seiankornai: “Yes, you shou- GROK NO!”
Jessaila: “Tell him he’s going the wrong way to get to the riddles.”
Malaina: “…someone stop him, please…”
Dragonhawk: ((This is a recycled map. Please ignore all the stuff inside the walls, and take it for it’s floor-plan))
Malaina: ((Nothing, sorry))
- Grok plows on forward, looking for the riddle
- Isabis looks down near the gates, and finds the first writing – runes worked into a rusty piece of broken gate or fence
Isabis: “Hey, I found something already. Ah…Academy…of…no… Sunset Academy. I think.”
Seiankornai: “Ah, it’s a place of learning even, excellent.”
- Jessaila sighs. “I guess Grok doesn’t want to know.”
Jessaila: “The gaunt elves have picked the lower levels clean.”
- Isabis passes around parchment and charcoal sticks, and reminds everyone to gather any writing they find.
Jessaila: “Or someone has, at least.”
Isabis: “They thought this rusty but was junk.”
Jessaila: “But the upper levels are reportedly untouched.”
Seiankornai: W “Grok come back.”
- Isabis copies the runes down on paper before trying to wrap up the rusty metal itself in a tarp
- Malaina goes to look for any runes she needs to put on paper
Grok: W Me looking for riddle
Jessaila: “The local children tell each other campfire stories – probably to scare each other – about the ghost of the old schoolmaster who challenges those who enter with impossible questions.”
Dragonhawk: ((search checks by room))
Thurirl: “Then we should hurry, lest the ogre is asked them all.”
Seiankornai: W “They started finding some clues out here, come and see so you know what to look for.”
- Grok looks at the writing
- Dragonhawk finishes up and joins the rest searching
- Isabis finishes up and joins the rest searching
- Grok searches this room for writing
Seiankornai: W “Jessaila or Isabis might know how to read them, take those pieces of paper and charcoal they have and make rubbings like they are. And look out for crystal people eaters.”
This courtyard was probably always without a roof.
Dragonhawk: ((search roll?))
- Grok takes paper and looks for more writing « 1d20+1 = 10 + 1 = 11 »
- Isabis rubs something that may or may not really have been writing before someone took a mace to it
Jessaila: “Yeah. Logair always called this place the Crystal People Eater, because the people who went in… didn’t come out.”
Malaina: « 1d20+6 = 7 + 6 = 13 » Notice
- Seiankornai flys around the exterior
Jessaila: “WhooooOOOooooo, spoooooky.”
Dragonhawk: Grok finds nothing in this area, nor does Malaina
Jessaila: “But kidding aside, this place is dangerous.”
- Grok continues on inside
- Thurirl is not afraid yet. He does not have adequate reason.
Dragonhawk: ((everyone else coming inside?))
- Seiankornai does so after he’s examined the outside
- Jamshid par-Bahadur has experienced many such ruins and does have reason to be cautious
Dragonhawk: ((feel free to roll search for whatever room you happen to be in.))
Grok: « 1d20+1 = 8 + 1 = 9 »
- Isabis examines the walls for writing
- Jessaila searches. « 1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9 »
Dragonhawk: (( 9 is a no no matter what room your in ))
Malaina: « 1d20+5 = 4 + 5 = 9 » Search
Dragonhawk: ((at least on this floor))
- Grok wonders if he can fit through these holes
Jessaila: ((Okay, that’s a bit ridiculous.))
Isabis: « 1d20+11 = 20 + 11 = 31 »
- Jamshid par-Bahadur , nonetheless, moves relatively quickly through the rooms, leaving the investigation to those with a more scholarly bent while he looks for traps, ambushes, and monsters (10)
Isabis finds a handful of tin plates lying on the ground, each with a single word etched into them
Isabis: “Huh. Carrot?”
Isabis: “Cucumber, potato…garden stakes.”
Seiankornai: “Hmm, they seemed to have kept pigs, judging by these remains.”
Isabis: “Wait. What’s this one say, Jessaila?”
- Jessaila looks.
You whisper to Jessaila: It says “Drakesbane”
Jessaila: “It says ‘Drakesbane.’”
Seiankornai: “Yes, caution in this place, indeed.”
Isabis: “Er. Spell components, one assumes.”
- Grok searchs this room as well « 1d20+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »
Grok finds a sharp stone the hard way.
Jessaila: “As I said.”
- Grok takes stone, and throws it out window
- Jessaila searches. « 1d20+8 = 18 + 8 = 26 »
From the windows on this level, you can tell that it’s partly sunk into the earth; a higher courtyard Seiankornai saw from outside must be accessed from the level above.
- Grok goes up stairs
Dragonhawk: ((Grok, pan right.))
- Vari whines cause he is too big for the door Mala went through and tries to nudge Jess to follow her
Grok comes out in a claustrophobic stairwell above. He can get through these elf-sized corridors, but it’s a squeeze
- Grok searches this room as well « 1d20+1 = 13 + 1 = 14 »
Dragonhawk: ((Grok discovers three doors, one north around the bend in teh corridor.))
- Jessaila follows Grok up the stairs.
The stairs continue upwards
- Thurirl decides to stop contemplating the cosmos and look for answers more down to earth. (Search: « 1d20+10 = 1 + 10 = 11 »)
Thurirl: ((oh for crying out loud))
- Seiankornai sucks in his stomach and squeezes through the tight corridor
- Grok takes the northern door, as soon as he can find it
Dragonhawk: ((Still in the garden, Thurirl?))
Jessaila: ((Grok, I’m stuck under your token.))
Thurirl: ((sorry; I get distracted))
Grok breaks down teh rotten door and discovers a hallway full of rubble and a hole in the wall, and a nother door around the bend south
- Grok goes through that door as well
Thurirl finds nothing in particular in the hallway
Jessaila: ((Addendum to previous: “Don’t worry, Vari.”
Malaina: « 1d20+5 = 15 + 5 = 20 »
Dragonhawk: ((an old, burned up banquet table))
Grok: ((no food. Grok sad.))
Jessaila: (("We’ll be okay. And I’m sure you can fit through if you squeeze.))
- Grok searches for food « 1d20+1 = 13 + 1 = 14 »
Grok finds lots of ashes and broken crokery and shards of glass, but nothing edible
- Seiankornai goes up the stairs
- Jessaila searches. « 1d20+8 = 1 + 8 = 9 »
Seiankornai: “So it was said the lower level was fully explored, but not the upper level?”
- Grok searches his alcove « 1d20+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 »
Jamshid leans out a window well
Grok disturbs a rusty pan and it falls on his head
- Jamshid par-Bahadur observes the distance to the ground
Dragonhawk: ((about 10 feet just there))
- Jamshid par-Bahadur checks, is this a door or a window?
- Jessaila searches. « 1d20+8 = 18 + 8 = 26 »
- Jamshid par-Bahadur checks the stairwell to the next level
Jessaila peeks in to make sure Grok’s all right, and observes a fluttering piece of scorched parchment that had been under the pot.
It has writing!
Thurirl: “…there appear to be doors that lead outside on this level.”
- Grok continues up to the next level
Dragonhawk: ((Jamshid pan right))
Jamshid discovers the top of this particular stairway.
- Jessaila grabs the parchment and has a look.
- Malaina doesn’t hear any of the others nearby as she inspects this room
You whisper to Jessaila: A recipe, and other pages of the book near it. Nothing exciting except for it’s antiquity, and the gold you’ll be paid for it
Jessaila: “Ooh, this looks good.”
Dragonhawk: ((malaina, search check?))
Dragonhawk: ((Oh, 20. right.))
- Jessaila reads it over again.
Malaina finds a broken…cage?…with a plaque on it’s base.
- Malaina checks out the plaque and becomes a bit wary over what could have been in the cage
It looks like two round pieces of wood with four posts holding them apart. Something round went between the posts, once upon a time.
It’s too small for anything much – not even a songbird. The posts are kind of far apart too.
Jessaila: “Wolfspepper stew. This looks tasty.”"
Maybe it’s not a cage after all.
- Malaina tilts her head at it, finding it strange and looks at the plaque to see if there is writing she needs to put on paper
There is writing! You must take it!
Isabis: “Hm. Here’s the main courtyard and…stables, perhaps?”
- Malaina goes to rub the writing onto the paper, planning to ask someone about this…contraption
Thurirl: “Wolfpepper stew? I have not heard of that particular recipe.”
Jessaila: “Wolfspeppers are a bit rare.”
- Malaina checks to make sure there isn’t anything else of interest before going to look for the others
Thurirl: “Enough to be expensive?”
Dragonhawk: ((the ramp east of Seinkornai leads to the courtyard on level 1))
Dragonhawk: ((Malaina, nothing in there))
- Malaina puts the paper away for now and leaves the room.
Jessaila: “Well, I have some powdered wolfspepper in my spices, but this is calling for sliced wolfspepper, venison, beans…”
- Jamshid par-Bahadur examines his surroundings on the third floor
Jamshid and Grok see doors, locked.
Jessaila: “Are we moving too slowly?”
Thurirl: “It is not unreasonable to assume those who lived here were quite wealthy. Few peasants are able to build castles for themselves.”
- Jamshid par-Bahadur examines the lock on the nearest door (and the hinges for good measure)
Malaina: “Hey Jess, I was in a room and I found….something.”
Jessaila: “Well, from what I understand, wolfspeppers were more common before the cataclysm… what did you say, Mala?”
The hinges are well oiled, but the lock is rusted together. It might be easier to take the hinges apart than deal with the latch, actually.
- Malaina pulls out the paper with the writing she got from the plaque
- Seiankornai is just wandering around, looking at this and that (notice « 1d20+7 = 8 + 7 = 15 »
- Jessaila has a look.
Malaina: "I found some kind of contraption, looked like a cage, but the bars were too wide apart
You whisper to Jessaila: “Presented to (not a word you recognize – name? ) for 10 years of service / may all your time be well spent.”
- Jamshid par-Bahadur takes out his hatchet and attempts to knock one of the hinges off (Coup-de-grace 9)
Dragonhawk: ((not good enough. they’re sturdy hinges. The pin is on your side, though.))
- Jamshid par-Bahadur changes tactics and hammers the pins loose with the blunt side of the hatchet
Jessaila: “This actually seems to be an award for service, Malaina.”
Seiankornai: “I like teh crystal architecture, the old elves had good craftsmanship.”
Malaina: “So it was like a little alter or something?”
Jamshid par-Bahadur: Crafting: Metalworking 24 if it helps
Jessaila: “It says ’Presented to… untranslatable for ten years service…”
Isabis: “Indeed…although, do you hear a scratching sound?”
Jessaila: “May all your time be well spent.”
Malaina: “So it was someone who was in some kind of military?”
- Jessaila looks over at Isabis. “Um, scratching?”
Jessaila: « 1d20+10 = 9 + 10 = 19 » Notice
Dragonhawk: ((Jessaila is inside and on a different floor, and probably can’t hear Isabis much less any scratching sound Isabis can hear))
Jessaila: ((Isabis isn’t in the courtyard, is she?))
Thurirl: ((I think she is…))
Dragonhawk: ((She is, the higher one.))
Seiankornai: ((Isabis and Seian are both in the courtyard, evenyone else is inside))
Jamshid successfully removes the door from it’s hinges, at which point the lock is not match for the forces of gravity and a curious ogre.
- Jessaila glances around. “I think we’ve fallen behind.”
And with that, we end our session. Return next week to hear our heroes say, “Yes, like something large skittering around that wall…”
Jessaila: “I wish that ogre would slow down so we can stay together.”