[Game Thread] Marshpointe Scouting Mission

[Khalil]

Kubar blinked once and he had to do his best not to grin. Bingo! Instead his broad jaw beamed a smile that made it his underbite seem more pronounced. Why Miss Stacy you asking me to take you out on a romantic getaway? Now you might call me ol'fashion, but usually a gentleman is the one should be the one initiating such types of advances... Kubar tried putting his best coy look, then it turned into what looked like a hurt expression. Kubar's rough voice continues at a lower tone. Ala's misses, while the road is ma'home. The dame I've married is a jealous sort. The justice seeking whom just as soon put me on da'scales should I forget ma'vows. Kubar raises his hand and snaps his finger softly as if recalling something. Now I'd not mind escorting such lovely sisters to the reaches of exotic-scapes. But I fear my heart could not bear the breaking of my vows while some scoundrels in this region dare challenge my good dame's name. Tell me now... would you entreaty me with some answers... Kubar leans in almost at whisper between him and Miss Stacey. ...and worry not about my physical state, my malady is of a graver sort... Then he leans back and speaks loud enough that the girl can hear. have you come upon a young boy or girl that goes by the name of Newt? With a raised brow he awaits the reactions of both women.

Character Sheet: Kubar Bin Steverin

[TYL]

Olodra T'Aik Olodra nods. "Sure. Let's get what we need quickly though. We want to be back at camp in case Ewis or the others also report back. As for Ceraan, I'm sure he is doing whatever it takes to get the intel we need." __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________   SHEET /// PICTURE HP: 57/57 | AC: 22/Touch:15/Flat:18 | Fort: 9/Ref: 9/Will: 7 | CMD: 22 | Initiative: +6 | Speed: 30' Perception: 4 | Knowledge (Religion/Nobility): 10 | Intimidate: 8 | Stealth: 11 | Diplomacy: 13 | Bluff: 11 Smite Evil (+3/+6): 2/2 | Lay on Hands (3d6): 8/10 | Angelic Bond (20ft aura of +3 AC, +3 Saves): 1/1 Panache: 3/3 Ongoing Effects None Actions

[DoubleL1987]

Ceraan apologised for his indiscretion to young woman and looked at the dance card, weighing up his options in regards to it and exactly how much of his dancing instructions he could remember before deciding to throw caution to the wind. With a small flourish, he signed the card and gave her a slightly crooked smile. [b]"It would be my pleasure, miss, though I do apologise for any stepped-on toes - my father's requests tend to keep me away from the ballroom."

As he held out his hand to lead her onto the dancefloor, he kept one ear on the two men that were busy talking. The things they were talking about sounded familiar, and the mention of the Knights being involved in some of their defeats forced him to hide a small smile.

If the young woman accepted his offer, he was definitely going to ask about them as he tried to ferret out some information on the party-goers...

[Ysolde]

Noble’s House The dance goes rather well with the young woman chatting about the weather, the annoying troops, and other vagaries of a wealthy woman’s life in a large town. Mostly gossip and the like. Certain follows it easily enough, but find little real information. The gentlemen continue their conversation with the one in dark robes saying, ”If the General had’t lost his own artifact near Aine we’d be much further along. I’m thinking to look like a dwarf to go up that way. Could even crack the nut for him.” ”If you can convince the Demon Baron that you’re still useful. What will you give me to help with that? I’ve got some half breeds you could sacrifice to him in the prison downstairs. My captures on the field.” After that there is bartering on the price and value of lives.

Miss Stacy’s She knew when her spell didn’t work and was about to cast something a bit more powerful when Kubar suggested he was a knight or, at least, in the service of the goddess. The little girl at the pot laughed as she did not hit him with a lightning bolt. ”Sorry she has a bit of a mean streak for those who serve our current leader. Only because she’s met Newt.” The girl spoke up, ”He took Lillis and Fred. They led the rest of us, then everyone else slowly went away too. He’s got some friend who he needs to bring here.” The older woman sighed, ”Baron Eiderdow, demon of hatred, prince of human purity. Our Newt is one of his servants and has done a right good job of spreading the tenants of his little cult. If I were younger or if the weave were just a bit less sketchy I’d brew something he’d never forget. As it is, time to leave for the elven lands. I hear the Duchess there could use a good witch.”

[Bio]

Syl Link, wolf Turning towards the wayward town in the distance and growing dark, Syl heaved a loud sigh. "If it's all the same to you Commander, I'm going to continue worry." Though she stood for a time, contemplating and worrying, the day was getting on. "Would you like to go with then? I imagine having a bit of a stroll wouldn't do you any harm after a day of sitting and awaiting news."   AC/T/FF: 19/13/16 HP: 45 F/R/W: 7/5/9 1 hr/LWild Shape: 0/2   Drow: Detect Magic (at will), Dancing Lights 1/1, Darkness 1/1, Faerie Fire 1/1, Feather Fall 1/1, Levitate 1/1 4 Level 0s: Guidance, Light, Stabilize, Create Water 4 Level 1s: Magic Fang 2/2, Ray of Sickening 1/1, Entangle 1/1 4 Level 2s: Barkskin 2/2, Restoration, Lesser 1/1, Web Shelter 1/1 3 Level 3s: Daylight 1/1, Resist Energy (Communal) 1/1, Neutralize Poison 1/1

[DoubleL1987]

The mention of half-breeds in the basement almost made him stumble, but he recovered quickly enough and turned it into a low dip with the young woman in his arms, the move a bit more daring than expected of a formal noble dance, but not too scandalous. As he brought her back up, he gently twirled her before smiling airily at her as the song ended. "You're an amazing dancer, my lady. I'm surprised that you had a space on your card for me to steal. I'd have thought you would have been scooped up already, especially by one of the two men who were standing next to you."

[Kshnik]

Krunch He spent a few hand width movement of the sun on his shelter. The burrow was wide enough for him to crawl and deep enough to sit and move around. In one section he made a little hole in the roof; a fireplace of sorts. He crawled out and went about collecting wood on the ground. He made sure each was dry enough to burn. He spent another hand movement of the sun gathering the wood. Once he gathered enough he carried in, several trips, back to where he met he wolf and his half-blood double. Krunch sat down after he unloaded the last armful and waited.

[TYL]

Olodra T'Aik The drow starts walking. "Let's go. Walking will do me some good. Worrying, however, will not. You have to think positive in this world, or the darkness will take you." __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ __________________________________________________ ____________   SHEET /// PICTURE HP: 57/57 | AC: 22/Touch:15/Flat:18 | Fort: 9/Ref: 9/Will: 7 | CMD: 22 | Initiative: +6 | Speed: 30' Perception: 4 | Knowledge (Religion/Nobility): 10 | Intimidate: 8 | Stealth: 11 | Diplomacy: 13 | Bluff: 11 Smite Evil (+3/+6): 2/2 | Lay on Hands (3d6): 8/10 | Angelic Bond (20ft aura of +3 AC, +3 Saves): 1/1 Panache: 3/3 Ongoing Effects None Actions

[Ysolde]

Noble's House She gave a pretty little laugh, "The two are well connected, but seem to only have eyes for one another and military business. A gentleman like yourself, on the other hand, knows when a lady might wish to dance. She twirl elegantly in his arms until the number has ended. Then another gentleman puts his name on her card and the two are away. There are, of course, other women at the walls who might wish a dance, but in the meantime Ceraan's quarry seem to have gone into the smoking room a place ladies are not allowed to be.

Olodra, Syl, and Krunch The group scouts around the river. The water seems a bit cloudy and Syl notes that a new building has recently been constructed at the edge of town near the marshes that the river empties into. The fast flow slown down by the wide open marsh the building is mostly stonework and some substance seems to be dripping from it and into the marshes. Further south the marshes continue and the road leads on. Perhaps a few miles away you can see lights from a smaller village.

[DoubleL1987]

"If chance is on my side, my lady, perhaps I may steal your time again a bit later." Ceraan said with a smile and a polite kiss on the back of the young girl's hand before standing to the side to let her new partner take her away. He watched her go, allowing himself a moment to breathe and briefly enjoy the aftermath of the dance before his eyes followed the two men into the smoking room.

Not seeing any other decent leads outside of the smoking room, Ceraan gave the men a minute or so before following in behind them,

[Khalil]

Kubar could not contain his smile from revealing some sharp canines of his orcish heritage. Well... The half-orc started. …I'm sure she could. Always nice to have a mischief maker in one's repertoire. We can talk it with da' lieutenant, if she has a mind of heading that way. Not wanting to lose his discipline in disguise, Kubar's lower jaw seemed to jut out more and his lower lip covered his teeth. Now mind you Miss Stacy. We've come to find out some big and terrible things about this small town of yours and we be looking for resolutions, if you know what I mean. Kubar stood up his full height and stretched. Seems this Baron has a mind of going over the wall with the length of some cloth. Now we were on the way to destroy his supply, but we've come to hear that ol'Baron has been entreating with demons and that just can't stand. Tell me what you know... Also... whose his second and third man? Are any of them loyal to the town or hesitant to the Baron's actions?

Character Sheet: Kubar Bin Steverin

[Ysolde]

Noble's House The Room Ceraan enters is filled with Cigar smoke to the point where he might almost choke on it. Men stand here and there smiking and drinking port. His quarry, on the other hand, seems to have dissapeared. Though, he does note some servants stairs heading downwards.

Miss Stacy The Old lady shakes her head, "Young man, if I were half my age we might be having a different conversation. As it is you and yours have a task on your hands that I do not relish. Worry not about me and my ward here, we'll be overlooked and then we'll be gone before you know it." She then adds, "The Baron would need to escape the hells first young man. He hasn't done it yet and neither will he with what's left in this town. His human servants in this world are Lord Fortin and the Imperial General hereabouts. I hadn't heard of their plans for the cloth, but I can see how it might work on the ancient wards. The General's Centurions would all be loyal as would some of the other leaders. Can't say how much Newt's gotten to the lower ranks, but I wouldn't trust any of them near anyone who wasn't pure human. As for here in town most of the villagers aren't happy with the army here except the real wealthy folks. Pretty much anyone who goes to the chapel on Saturdays could be counted on to be unhappy as well, but they aren't fighters. She shrugs, "You destroy the Looms and the supply of cloth'll be gone. That loom was dwarven built and planned. Any books in dwarvish about making it would be gone so the only way to get a new one would be to get a dwarf from Aine down here and that ain't likely." She hands him three Greater Heroism: +4 morale bonus on attack rolls, saves, and skill checks, immunity to fear effects, and 20 temporary hit pointsruby red potions. "Now you be a good boy and head on out now before someone gets suspicious of me. But, take these with you. Stuff like them can't be made much anymore, but use them when the time is right and you'll feel like heroes."

[Khalil]

Kubar Bin Steverin Kubar takes a moment as he considers what the woman had said. He then stashes the potions in his belt pouch with one hand while tipping his tricorne hat. Alright. Thank you then miss. We'll try to make this right. Kubar moves towards the door, and is about to open when he stops. Ah, yes... where does this Newt reside? After that he quickly leaves and ambles slowly to pick up his ass at the farrier.

[DoubleL1987]

Ceraan stifles a cough as he enters the smoking room, his nose wrinkling a little at the dense smoke hanging in the air. He walks over to one of the mantelpieces and pours himself a glass of port, swirling it in the glass before slowly making his way down the stairs, thinking of a possible excuse in case he gets questioned for being down here...

[Ysolde]

Miss Stacy The Young girl calls to him as he exits, "If he isn't at Lord Fortin's manor, try the Loom or City Hall. The General's set up shop there." She smiles and twists her Dice Roll: 1d100 2 fingers, but whatever spell she was trying fizzles out in the air. The older woman shakes her head, "Protection from Evil woulda just made him stand out anyhow. Now, keep up that stirring, we need that invisibility to go right." Those are the last words Kubar hears as he exits.

Lord's Manor Ceraan takes a few steps down the stairs and feels like he Willpower DC 14 or head back up.shouldn't be there.