[Game Thread] Chapter II: Glass and Wrath

[Sassafrass]

The old man regards Doyle carefully, each word granting him further insight into the man and his mission. Choni, too, gives insight of a kind, certainly encouraging him. Though his chin is shaved, the stubble on it lets the strange armored hand stroke it as if to ponder; he stroke of his chin is vocal, a sound made from the stubbles resisting weather-worn fingers covered in cloth.

"Forgive the accusation; it is on orders of Lonjiku-sama I do so. He is a harsh man, if fair." Words no one has uttered, ever.

"If it concerns the Kaijitsu children, then it is a grave matter indeed, for both Ameiko-dono and the bastard Tsuto hate Lonjiku, though he does not hate Ameiko-dono. Tsuto..." He sighs. "If you wish to speak to Lonjiku-sama, he is not here. He left early this morning with a letter in hand, and stated he was headed for business in town. As for myself, it is my belief that he does his business out of the Glassworks, but he has become erratic these past few days. Another letter arrived previously that shook him, and...." He sighs, closing his eyes.

"You understand that by my speaking to you in this way, I threaten not only the honor of myself, a lowly servant, but also that of the Kaijitsu family. We are far from home but our roots to the Jade Throne go deep. Troubled has been our family since Rokuro-sama's passing, and I am much in his debt. It is for that reason that I am the final of the original retainers still in his family's service, by time, attrition, and misfortune."

"But Lonjiku-sama has been rash and foolish in the past, and I fear he takes us once more down that path. When he left this morning, he was between his usual rage, and an unusual weeping, for I have not seen tears on his face since... since the passing of his wife. The Troubles of old are the troubles of the noble house of Kaijitsu, but these new ones... I fear that, once again, we are connected. Seek out the Glassworks. Protect Ameiko-dono. Though young and wily, she is honorable in ways Lonjiku-sama is not. I am old, and I suspect my mission will end soon. But I would like to see her take her grandfather's place as head of this family." He bows.

Awful wordy, for a simple retainer.

As for his companion, Igna attempts to discern who this Varisian man is and what he's doing here. Not recognizing a fellow Varisian is rare in these parts, but not impossible.

"Dacă, prin ceva mai în vârstă, îl numiți pe Maestrul Lonjiku, pentru o vreme. Trec pe drumul spre Kaer Maga și m-am gândit să-mi angajez serviciile pentru sezon și poate iarna. Numele lui este Gillac Stribei. Si tu?" *

[Norse]

Doyle Costello With every word uttered by the old servant, Doyle lost fierceness and dampened his demanding glare to a level that suited the regret in the other man’s voice better. He could feel the ache in his words and he felt with him. Even if the man he served was a jerk, it was still a loss to Ichiro’s life. And honor, it seemed. At that, Doyle frowned, What you do now is honorable for both you, your current master and the house in general. The next full-blooded generation have done well in earning friends among the locals and established a name in this town as someone with empathy, passion and reliability. We count us self among her friends and that is why we stand here now and ask for guidance in finding her. It was worrying that Ameiko was not present when both Venka had understood she was here and Bethana had confirmed as much. Doyle flashed a glance over at the young Varisian whom Igna was talking to, then back to Ichiro, Why not come with us to seek out the family you protect? One way or another, things need to settle for the Kajitsu family, I guess I owe the insolent brat a thanks for correcting me here, to make sure that your reputation and honor is kept intact. With or without the old servant, Doyle would be ready to leave immediately for the glassworks. His notions about a growing stress was mentioned only for Venka, Eledhron, Rapid and Choni, the letters, the change in Lonjiku’s appearance, the mystery about Ameiko’s presence. I think we better hurry. Rapid. lead us to the Glassworks, ...please.

info   -   Doyle Costello sheet Level 1 Paladin (Knight Disciple) Medium Human, lawful good Armor Class 23*/12*/23* (+8 armor; +3 shield; +2 stance) CMD 17* Hit Points 16/16 Speed 20' Walk Hit Dice 1d10 Initiative +4* Condition - Stance: +4 initiative, +2 reflex saves, +2 insight bonus to ACSilver Crane Waltz Senses: Perception +6 Str 16 (+3) | Dex 10 (+0) | Con 12 (+1) | Int 8 (-1) | Wis 10 (+0) | Cha 18 (+4) Saving Throws Fortitude: +8; Reflex: +6*; Will: +7 Resistances - Detect Evil At Will; Move action to 3 round-study. Guardian Shield 5/5; +4 temp HP & Protection from Evil for 4 rounds; Only Ally; Activates with a strike Mark of Censure 1/1; Swift Action; All allies have DR 5/- versus the Marked; Only Evil Languages Common Boon Affected Allies Rounds remaining - - - Maneuvers Readied Expended Type Action DC Level By making a quick shield bash, the disciple taunts and aggravates his foes into striking at him solely. The initiator makes a melee shield bash attempt upon a creature, and if successful, they suffer a -4 penalty on attack rolls to attack any other target but the initiator.Angering Smash Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 A shield is used for defense primarily, a basic martial truth. It turns aside harm, and the shield of a disciple of the Iron Tortoise can do the same thing in ways that others cannot. The initiator makes an opposed attack roll as if making a shield bash attempt at his full base attack bonus plus his shield bonus to AC against his enemy's attack roll to deflect a single enemy's melee or missile attack (that is not a spell or power).Iron Shell Yes [_] Counter Immediate - 1 Making his soul a wellspring of holy power, the disciple strikes out at a foe to unleashed his holy power to restore health to himself or an ally. The initiator makes an attack against a target creature, inflicting damage as normal, and the strike restores 1d6 hit points plus his initiation modifier to the initiator or to an ally within 30-ft.Enduring Crane Strike Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 Using the insight of the Heavens, the martial disciple learns to read the tangles of fate to direct their efforts in battle. The initiator makes two attack rolls and uses the better of the two rolls to determine result of the attack.Silver Strike No [-] Strike Standard - 1

[JackinIrons]

Edledhron Guldaer Edledhron once again found himself being swept along by the passions of these young ones. The Shoanti had some way with words that the Elf could hardly fathom, though he retained his skepticism on the topic of love. But it was an easy thing to ignore as he perused his own data and tried to piece together the logic of the situation. But when Doyle explained his plans, the magus didn't have anything to object to, so he found himself following the knight along with the rest. At the manor, Edledhron found himself looking over the two guards and wondered if the old human was more sensible than his companions. The elf kept silent through the exchange, knowing that dealing with people was not his forte. He kept his eyes open as the others spoke to the older man, Ichiro according to Igna. When the old guard began speaking of the foolishness of his master, Edledhron registers a hint of surprise as he lets the information sink in, but still he holds his tongue. Doyle continues, going so far as to ask the old man to accompany the group, then lays out his own thoughts about the urgency of the situation as he prods Igna to lead them to The Glassworks. And since Edledhron doesn't have anything to add or reasons to argue, he gave the young man the smallest inclination of his head, "Lead on."

 

There's not a whole lot to do here, so this is kind of a throw away post.

Move Action: N/A
Standard Action: N/A
Free Actions: N/A

Edledhron Guldaer - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
12	18	12	16	10	8
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+3	17	16	13
Skills: Perception +8, Spellcraft +8
Magus Abilities: Arcane Pool 4/4, Spellstrike, Spell Combat
Elven Thornblade: +7 1d6+1, 18-20 x2, Finessable, +2 to confirm crits
Light Crossbow: +5, 1d8, 19-20 x2, 80 ft Range Increment
Kunai: +5, 1d4+1, Melee or 10 ft. Range Increment
Level 00 - DC13: - Daze, Detect Magic, Prestidigitation Prepared **/**
Level 01 - DC14: - Color Spray, Shocking Grasp Prepared, 2/2 /day
Status:

[Dressedtojazz]

Igna ‘Rapid’ Pigro Igna was notoriously bad at multitasking, with the only exception being rolling a smoke, but even that required that the other thing he had to do wasn't too demanding. Now he had to divert his attention to follow the advice and order of his mentor; listen and learn. Ichiro's tale was grey and full of sorrow. Had the young Sczarni not been so busy memorising the details, he would have found resemblance of his own tale in the venerable man's story. He was surprised to learn that there seemed to be more at stake than just average family tensions, but then again... He had very recently witnessed Ameiko to be hit on public by her father while also writing her out as his heir. There was only on man in Sandpoint, Igna would rather inherit riches from than Lonjiku Kajitsu - the noble Titus Scarnetti - and that has entirely different reasons than mere monetary gains. The other youth, Gillac Stribei - Igna made sure to remember that name - was Varisian through and through and he would soon be in for a thorough investigation from some of the locals. Igna flashed him a friendly smile and fretted him for more information, Sună ca un timp dur pentru a servi acest conac special. Care este serviciul tău, omule? Mi se spune Rapid. Sunt doar un local care sa oferit voluntar să arate acești oameni buni în jur.Varisian: Sounds like a rough time to be serving this particular manor. What is your service, man? They call me Rapid. I’m just a local who volunteered at showing these good people around.* His last words were accompanied by Norse’s very timely question to lead them to the Glassworks. Igna held on for just a moment to learn a bit of information more about this Gillac, before he winked, drew out his tobacco and started multitasking on two things he knew very well: Navigating Sandpoint and rolling cigarettes. Sure, Doyle. Make sure you’ve got your purse on the verge of bursting, for it is costly merchandise you are about to peruse... It was a tease of course. From what he had seen so far, it was far more likely that Igna bought some weird glass swan than Doyle did it... unless of course, there was something with flowers. The knight seemed obsessed with the flowers. - As they strode through Sandpoint, Igna kept a lookout for any of his colleagues hovering around. If any of them could take his information on the new boy in town, there might be a shorter way before he could collect information on Cillac Stibei. Surely, Jubrayl would frown at someone crossing under their radar? Especially one who landed on one of the seats of power in the town.

 

Out of Character Bluff Gillac (he ain’t just showing people around) | 17

[Kapera]

Choni Kokip At least this had gone better than the initial conversations the day before. A small mental note that as odd as Doyle might be, and that was a generous word when she considered his pious lectures, he did at least seem to better communicate then the pair she had been out with before. The information offered them though, drew a firm line across her brows, the furrow of yet more tantalizing information she knew all meant something and yet the image the threads ought to create remained as of yet, hazy and unformed. There was no debate in her mind that they needed to go to this Glassworks place, and yet again she found herself on the way to yet another location within a city that made little sense. Choni would follow Rapid's lead, the others as well, but her eyes were dark and shadowed, grey flint cold as it watched the place around them with an openly wary expression.

 

Short, sweet... just the blurb that she is on the go for this and in a brooding mood again

 

Choni Kokip
Level 2 Fated Champion Skald

CMD 13	Hit Points 15/15	Speed 30' Walk
Initiative +7	AC:14	Touch & Flat:12
Str 12 (+1)	Dex 15 (+2)	Con 13 (+1)
Int 14 (+2)	Wis 12 (+1)	Cha 14 (+2)
ST Fort: +4	Reflex: +5	Will: +4

Flare	Lullaby	Sift	Mage Hand
Animate Rope	Inspired Rage	Detect Magic	Cure Light Wounds

[LittleBlueNA]

Venka Behrmenn Time dragged on as Venka waited for the other Saviors to meet up at the Dragon. It dragged on as she shared what she had learned, and the others did the same. Her mind kept conjuring up terrible scenarios, and she couldn't shake the dread she had started to feel when Edledhron first mentioned necromancy. Time only sped back up for the woman when the group made their way toward the Kaijitsu manor. She knew her presence could make the coming confrontation with Lonjiku much more difficult than it needed to be. That is, if the bastard even recognizes me, considering how drunk he was, she thought. As they approached the manor and saw the posted guards, Venka let herself fall to the rear of the group, just to be safe. She decided to let the others do the talking, and if that failed, she'd resort to her usual schtick of just winging it, and probably kick the door in. Not surprisingly, Doyle took the lead. Out of everyone in the group, he seemed the most natural to take the lead. Not that Venka wouldn't be first in line when faces needed smashing, or that she didn't know how to get information from someone in a tavern, but when dealing with even minor nobility she wasn't the best choice. When the guard called them out as possible vagrants or seeking charity, she almost snorted. True, she was garbed as a warrior, but even a cursory glance would show that much of her gear was high quality, to say nothing of her polearm. The weapon was truly a masterpiece, and worth as much as everything else she owned, combined. If only I had an outfit made by my mother, she thought with a twinge of longing. I'd likely be better received at a place like this. Then, Choni spoke up to support their cause. Venka looked at the Shoanti woman in surprise, wondering if her morning out knocking on doors had made her feel that much more comfortable in town. Or, perhaps, she felt more comfortable because they weren't in town anymore, strictly speaking. She did let out a snort when Rapid seemed to ignore Ichiro and spoke to the other guard in Varisian. As she was started to expect from the younger man, there were no niceties, and she hoped his gruff reference to the Tian wouldn't hurt their chances. If they were lucky, he wouldn't understand Varisian. Whether that was the case, or the man simply chose to ignore Rapid, it seemed Doyle and Choni had persuaded the old guard. As he spoke, Venka frowned. It seemed Ameiko wasn't here, but maybe she met her father early and they went to the glassworks together. Regardless, she simply hoped the woman stayed in town, as that would undoubtedly be safer than if she went chasing after her brother outside the city walls. She finally stepped forward and bowed slightly to the guard. "Thank you for the information. While I can't claim to know much about your ways, I do not believe you have dishonored yourself or the family you serve. I will do everything I can to protect and stand by Ameiko. She won't be alone, whatever comes." With a forced smile, she turned to her companions. "I couldn't agree more Doyle, nothing about this feels good. Let's hurry." As they made their way back into town, Venka's grip on her polearm unconsciously shifted. Where she usually held it balanced for carrying in one hand, now her left hand held the weapon slightly further down the shaft, closer to where she would grip it in a fight. The lighter weight compared to the last iteration didn't even register as she focused on their destination. I'm going to kill her when I find her, just as long as she's okay, she thought.

 

Venka Behrmenn - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
13	18	12	14	10	10
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+0	16	14	12
Polearm: Atk: +6, Dmg: 1d10+1, Crit: 20/x3, P or S, Reach, Trip, Finesse
Rapier: Atk: +6, Dmg: 1d6+1, Crit: 18-20/x2, P
Special: CMB: +8, CMD: 17(19 vs Grapple/Disarm), Attacks of Opportunity: 5 per round
Status:

Move Action:
Standard Action:
Free Actions:

[Sassafrass]

"Iye," notes the guard, using his tongue, bowing as he says the term. "I cannot leave my post, as laid out by my master. His words were plain: no matter what occurs, I am to remain here and protect the Manor." It is very clear, as he comes back up to his full stature, still shorter than Doyle, that he does not want to do this. He wants to rush into town and find his master. Perhaps not for honor, but for himself.

His companion, Gillac, grins at Igna as they converse in their native tongue. "Arată-le în jur, nu? Pare un motiv ciudat să plutească aici. Aud lucruri despre oamenii locali, buni și rele. Nu am mai ajuns până la Sandpoint. Poate că ar trebui să te caut; unde te-aș găsi?" * His grin is incredulous, his temperament wily at worst. He seems a fine chap, and one of the "People," as he called them: Varisians have a way of identifying themselves. But he seems to have bought the lie, none the less, and doesn't have any underlining curiosities to what Igna is up to with this bunch.

And with that, they prepare to go.

The old man stops them, bowing lower. "Please... do what you can. For her." An odd choice of words for someone so loyal to his master. "Ganbare, kudasai." He remains bowing as Doyle leads them out, before Igna passes them. They head back south, down the hill, and then back into Sandpoint. Clouds come and go in the sky above, an otherwise perfectly blue sky that begs perfection, despite the faint air of smoke that still rises off of some of the ruins. On the hillside, Sandpoint still looks somewhat pristine, save the new black marks on its northern side. A wonder more wasn't burned.

A wonder if more won't, if they don't find Tsuto?

While no one else has any clue where the Sandpoint Glassworks is, Igna is well-versed in it. Is it not one of the most bustling of businesses in town? While the Magnimar branch of the business does more work overall, this one is nothing to wave away. The building is visible as they head back towards the center of town, now that Rapid points it out. Sandstone in make, it has thick walls, with thick smokestacks, the likes of which most of them have never seen before. Something called "industry," whatever that is. Sitting on a cliff overlooking the coast and docks to the southeast, it is quite a thing of beauty. Turning the corner that allows them to take the long street it rests on, they find themselves outside, with two sets of doors: the large black doors that lead inside, meant for customers, and a side door for employees. Igna knows, off-handed, that there is a stairway on the other side of the building and another door, the stairway leading down the cliff to the beach, and the doorway leading almost directly into the glassworking chamber. There is a kind of heat here, hotter than anywhere else in Sandpoint, and the smoke above them churns. The street is not especially busy, though people have noticed them. In the many windows, all of the glass stained, there is no sign of life here.

Windows portray many scenes; some of them look like tapestries from Taldane or Chelaxian tales of yore, while others are altogether more alien: depictions of strangely shaped boats in Tian Xia, or the strange characters of their language.

No horses, no carts, no sign of any Kaijitsu.

[Dressedtojazz]

Igna ‘Rapid’ Pigro Slippery bastard didn’t even answer my question. His grin widened despite it, Da, cere-i pe Rapid la Fatman’s Feedbag. Ciao!Varisian: Yes, ask for Rapid at the Fatman's Feedbag. Ciao!* He swung around and headed away from the manor. Something in the way the old Ichiro spoke and behaved had the otherwise often rude and impetuous teen feel compelled to act in respect. He was still young and far from Tian though, so he padded the bowing man on his shoulder and gave him a farewell, See you around, ol’ man. Thanks for the help. Igna had always felt exposed when he was ‘investigating’ around the Glassworks. Maybe because of the hundreds of windows or because it sat so high in town and everyone could see what was going on or maybe it was the feeling that this industry surpassed what meagre funds a group of busy Sczarni could gather on their businesses, by leagues. Eh.. looks like he ain’t here? Igna offered as they came to a halt at the base of the building. He was visibly uncomfortable with the situation and the people looking around. Venka moved straight ahead to the door that allowed Lonjiku’s employees to enter, Psst... Venka. Venka! That’s the door for the employees. That didn’t stop her, but the door was locked. Already the youth had turned around to see if anyone had noticed them. Not yet. Behind him, Venka was stomping along the side of the building towards the actual entrance. Better. This door was locked too and already Igna was departing from the group, moving casually towards the side of the building. Come. All of you. Quick. Leading the group around the building he showed them the exit - he knew that Gunario had lifted a few sacks of riches out of this door a few years back, but someone had reinforced the lock and they had dropped the case. At least that’s what Gunario says. Shitty lockpick, as he is. Just in case, Igna tried the door, before speaking, and found it locked, Okay, Varisian: Friendsprieteni, I should be able to open this door for us, but eh... keep a lookout. It’s... I like to think you asked me to do this... in a way, you kinda asked me to do it, right? No answer. Look what they made you do? With glee, Igna fish out a leathery wallet with a score of different blank tools. Lockpicks, blank keys, files, pliers and other weird instruments. He started working on the lock on the door. While he worked, the usual jittery and nervous behaviour had left him. It was 98% focus and only 2% devoted to keeping his lips tight around the still glowing cigarette. Click! Igna rocked back on his heels, quickly hiding the tools on his body and with a prideful smile, gesturing for Venka to take the lead. The door is open. When she entered, he was ready to slink in behind her and find the first and the best shadow, alcove or furniture to hide in or behind.

 

Out of Character Disable Device on rear door | Take 20 for 32 (with MWK thieve’s tools) = Success (as per discord confirmation) Stealth once inside | 28 Perception | 19

[LittleBlueNA]

Venka Behrmenn Again, time dragged on for Venka as the group made their way back into town. With every step, the gnawing feeling in her stomach grew. When they arrived at the Glassworks and Rapid pointed out the entrances, she jogged up to the employee entrance, noting the lack of any sign of occupancy, only to find it locked. This is beginning to feel like a goose chase, she thought bitterly. When Rapid called out to her, she responded somewhat tersely. "I don't really care, I just want to get inside. Nobody seems to be where they're supposed to be." When the second door turned out to be locked as well, she sighed and followed Rapid around to the back. "Sorry," she added in a softer voice. "I'm just frustrated." After the final door turned out to be locked as well, Venka was getting starting to entertain the idea of simply breaking in. Sure, under normal circumstances, that would go against her moral code, but these were far from normal circumstances. Then Rapid pulled out a set of tools and got to work on the lock. It wasn't a skill Venka had ever picked up, and she was glad the younger man seemed to know what he was doing. "Sure, if anybody asks, I'll take the flak for this." She patted his shoulder when the door swung open, then headed inside. Finding the lighting to be less than satisfactory, she took a moment to pull a cloth-wrapped torch out of her pack, unwrapping it to bathe the surrounding area in light. Satisfied, she set forward, torch held high in one hand, polearm gripped tightly in the other.

 

Venka Behrmenn - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
13	18	12	14	10	10
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+0	16	14	12
Polearm: Atk: +6, Dmg: 1d10+1, Crit: 20/x3, P or S, Reach, Trip, Finesse
Rapier: Atk: +6, Dmg: 1d6+1, Crit: 18-20/x2, P
Special: CMB: +8, CMD: 17(19 vs Grapple/Disarm), Attacks of Opportunity: 5 per round
Status:

Move Action:
Standard Action:
Free Actions:

[Norse]

Doyle Costello Doyle shook his head at Rapid’s remark on the expensive glass art, I do love art, Rapid. It is another way of communicating and the very concept of the expression is to be judged and understood individually. Thus there are never any wrong way of seeing a piece of art. Never a misinterpretation. You must admit, that this is a very promising quality, no? Doyle read the frustration in Venka’s attitude and tried to comfort her as they walked around the building with Rapid, I am sure this is just a misunderstanding and that everything will be sorted out soon. Ameiko is probably back in the Dragon already... it was a good thing that he was capable of keeping a straight face, because with all the signs and alarms ringing, he doubted that this was the case. Still, if it could help ease the incensed Venka, they would all be better off. This is wrong. Doyle frowned down upon Rapid and his arsenal of tools for entering doors he wasn’t supposed to enter. The initiate of Milani looked around in indignation. Choni, Eledhron, Venka? Surely, they locked the doors for a reason. Maybe they don’t want guests? If we enter here, we should at least notify the Sheriff? Click! and then Venka and Rapid went inside. It was quite the dilemma. Either Doyle stuck to the fact that it indeed was very wrong to enter a business in town or he made sure that these folks didn’t cause more trouble and potentially also solved what this was all about. He shot a last glance over at the two others, I guess... damage has been done already. Might as well... enter. Doyle shook his head as he entered and was glad that Venka provided light. He listened intently for any sign that there were anyone close. They would have to introduce themselves sooner rather than later. That way he could soon be free of the sensation that he was a common criminal. His senses was doubled as he also allowed himself to seek out evil. He did not expect it to be present, but they had found signs that a necromancer was hiding in the town, somewhere. As he moved forward, he carried only his shield lightly in one hand and the visor on his helmet was up for better sight. The other hand was free to grasp the rose of Milani hanging on his chest. Milani, my mistress, guide me.

info   Cast 3rd Round: The power and location of each aura. If an aura is outside your line of sight, then you discern its direction but not its exact location.Detect Evil (60 feet) Perception = 18   Doyle Costello sheet Level 2 Paladin (Knight Disciple) Medium Human, lawful good Armor Class 23*/12*/23* (+8 armor; +3 shield; +2 stance) CMD 17* Hit Points 16/16 Speed 20' Walk Hit Dice 2d10 Initiative +4* Condition - Stance: +4 initiative, +2 reflex saves, +2 insight bonus to ACSilver Crane Waltz Senses: Perception +6 Str 16 (+3) | Dex 10 (+0) | Con 12 (+1) | Int 8 (-1) | Wis 10 (+0) | Cha 18 (+4) Saving Throws Fortitude: +8; Reflex: +6*; Will: +7 Resistances - Detect Evil At Will; Move action to 3 round-study. Guardian Shield 5/5; +4 temp HP & Protection from Evil for 4 rounds; Only Ally; Activates with a strike Mark of Censure 1/1; Swift Action; All allies have DR 5/- versus the Marked; Only Evil Languages Common Boon Affected Allies Rounds remaining - - - Maneuvers Readied Expended Type Action DC Level By making a quick shield bash, the disciple taunts and aggravates his foes into striking at him solely. The initiator makes a melee shield bash attempt upon a creature, and if successful, they suffer a -4 penalty on attack rolls to attack any other target but the initiator.Angering Smash Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 A shield is used for defense primarily, a basic martial truth. It turns aside harm, and the shield of a disciple of the Iron Tortoise can do the same thing in ways that others cannot. The initiator makes an opposed attack roll as if making a shield bash attempt at his full base attack bonus plus his shield bonus to AC against his enemy's attack roll to deflect a single enemy's melee or missile attack (that is not a spell or power).Iron Shell Yes [_] Counter Immediate - 1 Making his soul a wellspring of holy power, the disciple strikes out at a foe to unleashed his holy power to restore health to himself or an ally. The initiator makes an attack against a target creature, inflicting damage as normal, and the strike restores 1d6 hit points plus his initiation modifier to the initiator or to an ally within 30-ft.Enduring Crane Strike Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 Using the insight of the Heavens, the martial disciple learns to read the tangles of fate to direct their efforts in battle. The initiator makes two attack rolls and uses the better of the two rolls to determine result of the attack.Silver Strike No [-] Strike Standard - 1

[Kapera]

Choni Kokip Venka's emotional reaction seeped over Choni with a familiarity that the woman was not quite expecting. Perhaps not the passion, the not quite spoken idolization of the individual, but the tension and heightened awareness that someone was in need and they were without the answers. It was not the same as the relentless hunt across the wilds, the vowed revenge and destruction of that which had torn her world apart, but it still simmered with the same unsettled sense and woke within Choni a familiar ache deep in her chest. Unlike Venka, it was an ache Choni was well familiar with the past years, and tempered with the edge of time which none of her actually tender years should be so hewn, she did not exhibit quite the same level of fixation with the entirely odd situation. "Venka, calm." Two soft words spoken in a light tone as shadow and ice stepped in closer to the woman of umber and warmth. Not so close as to dare to touch, though the Shoanti did hold out her hand in a motion to bid for Venka's attention. To those unaccustomed to the ways of her people, it may have looked like Choni was afraid to actually touch Venka, to draw her away from the obsession with possibly destroying a door to enter the empty place, though for those more aware of the Shoanti, it was a tentative offer of understanding and comfort toward a stranger. That the place stunk of heat and scents utterly foriegn to Choni was not her first concern though as Rapid hissed for them to follow him to the side of the building, indeed it was more concern just as to who was present otherwise and who watched the group of assorted pseudo-strangers, roughly titled heroes after the previous day. A last glance back at the streets before she was the last to join where Rapid had turned his hand to the lock which kept them, and presumably those who adhered to the manner of life in which the patrons of the Feedbag ascribed, away from the goods within. It was not with any level of surprise nor dismay that she witnessed the final moments in which Rapid did away with the lock and left the opened door to the rest. It was clear enough those he considered to be of noble behaviour, though spoke more of the life he had lived thus far than to his character, of that she was somewhat confident, for did he not still walk with them and had not retreated to the shadows nor returned to the places of ill repute? At the moment, it was of more concern to her the thought that they were to walk blind into a location where members of a family ought to be, members who seemed possibly connected to the chaos of the day prior, and if so, to what level or point and just how... Puzzles and threads with no time to sort them out save that Choni's hackles rose, a chill along her neck as the place, in all its strange and oppressiveness felt even more dangerous. Really, why did any man live like this? Her stony expression was only cracked by the half plaintive comment, partial question from Doyle, the poor man, if they survived whatever it was that brewed, she might have to try to explain to him the shades of the world, it seemed even outside of her people, there was need for the diplomats, the shades of grey to give voice to the ridged beliefs of others. "It is oft far simpler to beg forgiveness then to wait for permission Doyle, we do not seek to thieve nor ransack, but answers, do not be concerned." It was an attempt at least to comfort the man in his moment of hesitancy as her hand slipped to her short sword and eyes narrowed to focus on what lay before them, her head canted slightly in search for noise, for sign of anything beyond the immediately visible as she moved to follow directly behind Venka.

 

Perception: 23 (16+7)
Stealth: 6 (3+3)

 

Choni Kokip
Level 2 Fated Champion Skald
Watcher of the Weave

CMD 13	Hit Points 15/15	Speed 30' Walk
Initiative +7	AC:14	Touch & Flat:12
Str 12 (+1)	Dex 15 (+2)	Con 13 (+1)
Int 14 (+2)	Wis 12 (+1)	Cha 14 (+2)
ST Fort: +4	Reflex: +5	Will: +4

Flare	Lullaby	Sift	Mage Hand
Animate Rope	Inspired Rage	Detect Magic	Cure Light Wounds

[JackinIrons]

Edledhron Guldaer Edledhron remained calm and impassive as the conversation with the pair of guards continued. He made sure to note anything that seemed like it may bear fruit, but he quickly forgot much of what was said, since he wasn't fond of trivial talk. The most interesting piece of information came in the old guard's request. A request to prioritize 'her' over his own lord. When Igna finally began to guide the group, the elf gave the pair a slight nod of parting. Over toward the glassworks, the magus tried to visualize the ways that their task could play out, doing his best to prepare himself. He watched as Venka tried a door, which Igna explained to be an employee's entrance. Edledhron followed along casually and watched as the young man picked the lock. The elf nodded slightly, thinking that such a skill would be useful if used in the right places. Even as that thought passed through the Scholar's mind, he was treated to insight of his newfound companions, to use the term loosely. Venka seemed frustrated and impatient, though she stated the intent to take responsibility. The knight voiced his complaint, which seemed predictable, though he had some kind of point. Choni was looser with the rules, though she made the argument of intent over action, 'This is somewhat enlightening...' Edledhron looked over the four humans, his visage unperturbed by the situation. After a moment of thought, the elf spoke quietly, "We should go. A task should be done, and time unwasted. Let's just hope that if we run into anyone, they aren't keeping dangerous secrets." His last soft comment was accompanied by the hint of a grin, and he recalled tales of adventurers stumbling upon secrets, to deadly consequences. A small part of him wished for it, though he didn't expect too much. Quietly, Edledhron stepped through the entry, then Stealth: 19stepped into the shadows, though he noticed that some of the others didn't seem to be accustomed to things of this nature. The magus pushed the others from his mind and Perception: 28 (Nat. 20)opened his eyes and ears, carefully taking in everything he could. Perhaps due to the potential danger he had imagined, he felt more alert than usual as he Detect Magicwhispered a spell, just in case there was more danger to the Glassworks than there should be..

 

Alrighty. Here's something that the elf can actually do to some extent.

So, he'll cast Detect Magic, concentrating further if he actually finds something. Stealth Roll ended up being 19, and Perception was a Nat. 20 totaling 28. Rolls are here.

Move Action: N/A
Standard Action: N/A
Free Actions: N/A

Edledhron Guldaer - HP 21/21
STR	DEX	CON	INT	WIS	CHA
12	18	12	16	10	8
FORT	REF	WILL	AC	TOUCH	FLAT
+4	+4	+3	17	16	13
Skills: Perception +8, Spellcraft +8
Magus Abilities: Arcane Pool 4/4, Spellstrike, Spell Combat
Elven Thornblade: +7 1d6+1, 18-20 x2, Finessable, +2 to confirm crits
Light Crossbow: +5, 1d8, 19-20 x2, 80 ft Range Increment
Kunai: +5, 1d4+1, Melee or 10 ft. Range Increment
Level 00 - DC13: - Daze, Detect Magic, Prestidigitation Prepared **/**
Level 01 - DC14: - Color Spray, Shocking Grasp Prepared, 2/2 /day
Status:

[Sassafrass]

The Sandpoint Glassworks really is a thing of beauty. As they admire the glass, it matters little that they might find beauty in it. And yet they do. Looking about, they quickly make work for themselves, looking for a way in. Rapid begins checking doors, making sure that they can get in. Locked, of course, but he knows that this building has several entrances used by the workers. The front doors, used primarily by customers and by workers coming and going, sit on the street, while more entrances sit on the back, facing the beach, where customers might take their work down the slope to their ships directly, particularly larger orders. The high glass is hard to see through, though at times they do see light within, though no signs of life. As they explore, there is no sign of life. No horse, no cart, nothing of the sort. While that means that Tsuto is not here, or has a new ride, that also means that if Ameiko or Lonjiku are here, they came by foot. A logical explanation. Checking the customer entrance, there is no such luck: they can't get in.

So Rapid takes them to the back, as Doyle voices concern regarding the legality of what they are doing.

No one minces words: this is not legal. As they come to the back, Rapid quickly opens the back door, where behind them, a set of worked limestone steps lead to the white beaches of Sandpoint, the wide open seas before them. But before they go in, Edledhron notices something. Not about the Glassworks, but rather one of the nearby houses: a small child at a window, his head visible as he watches them. The window open, his teeth bucked and growing, the child recognizes them all. From the wide grin on his face, not so much what they are doing, but he then waves as Edledhron prepares to enter. The child says nothing, then disappears.

There is something to be said for celebrity, after all.

Venka leads them in, torch and more in hand. And quickly it becomes apparent that while the torch will be useful, it isn't necessary, at least at this entrance. Above them flickers a torch, burned almost through, a black log against the wall, where it has stained the stone. Why is there a burning torch at this hour? It makes no sense. All the same, the heat of the Glassworks hits them all like a wave as they enter. The burning furnaces are working, a powerful thing that rumbles through the walls, and from the sound of it, they must be close. Further down the hallway, a window lets light through, but not much: the darkness is largely ever-present as they go deeper down. The hallway reveals a doorway at the end of the hall, where Rapid and Edledhron's minds tell them the customer entrance is, at least through that door. That must be the customer foyer, where customers can see sample works and such. Is it locked, too?

But more immediately, there is another door: one right before them, as they enter, that leads to where the rumbling, where the burning hot head comes from. Before they go in, looking through the glass of the furnace room offers little help. The glass, clearer than elsewhere, is not quite as opaque as they might like. Looking in, they see that there are tables, there are all sorts of things, but nothing beyond about two feet. The glass lets light in, but not prying eyes.

Where do they dare to tread: the first door, the customer entrance, or follow the hallway to its unnatural conclusions?

 

Out of Character As you can see, I have a map this time. You can all go to hell. More seriously, I'm working on the lighting on Roll20; something has changed since the last update and my game is wonky, so I may need to set up a new game/thing altogether, which would be annoying but understandable. I may yet do it anyway. Anywho, don't roll new checks, unless you want to: until I say otherwise I'll just keep those rolls, to help time. The furnace is overbearing as far as sound goes anyway, so that creates trouble for some rolls, while others are great. Go forth!

[Norse]

Doyle Costello Now that they are inside, the lit torch on the wall only function to make Doyle feel even more criminal than before. Clearly the workers or the owner is here and working to earn honest money? Here Doyle finds himself, let in by a thief through the back entrance; which was locked. Meaning that the workers or the owner, didn’t want visitors... The red knight shakes his head as he make it to the door and rest a gauntlet on the door knob, Let us try not to infuriate the old man into stupid decisions, if we can avoid it, okay? Meaning (to Doyle at least) that he wanted to speak sense and calm when they found Lonjiku. Better to take the brunt of his wrath in verbal defense than risking that the old man acted up like that night on the inn. With his mind made up, Doyle shoved open the door to the rumbling sounds and entered. There was absolutely no sneaking to be had with well over 60 pounds in metal plating, scarlet shield and weapons. Instead he allowed his senses to reach out for sinister intentions and his eyes darted around to find someone he could explain himself to.

info   Opening the door to where the rumbling sound is. Keeping these two, then: Cast 3rd Round: The power and location of each aura. If an aura is outside your line of sight, then you discern its direction but not its exact location.Detect Evil (60 feet) Perception = 18   Doyle Costello sheet Level 2 Paladin (Knight Disciple) Medium Human, lawful good Armor Class 23*/12*/23* (+8 armor; +3 shield; +2 stance) CMD 17* Hit Points 16/16 Speed 20' Walk Hit Dice 2d10 Initiative +4* Condition - Stance: +4 initiative, +2 reflex saves, +2 insight bonus to ACSilver Crane Waltz Senses: Perception +6 Str 16 (+3) | Dex 10 (+0) | Con 12 (+1) | Int 8 (-1) | Wis 10 (+0) | Cha 18 (+4) Saving Throws Fortitude: +8; Reflex: +6*; Will: +7 Resistances - Detect Evil At Will; Move action to 3 round-study. Guardian Shield 5/5; +4 temp HP & Protection from Evil for 4 rounds; Only Ally; Activates with a strike Mark of Censure 1/1; Swift Action; All allies have DR 5/- versus the Marked; Only Evil Languages Common Boon Affected Allies Rounds remaining - - - Maneuvers Readied Expended Type Action DC Level By making a quick shield bash, the disciple taunts and aggravates his foes into striking at him solely. The initiator makes a melee shield bash attempt upon a creature, and if successful, they suffer a -4 penalty on attack rolls to attack any other target but the initiator.Angering Smash Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 A shield is used for defense primarily, a basic martial truth. It turns aside harm, and the shield of a disciple of the Iron Tortoise can do the same thing in ways that others cannot. The initiator makes an opposed attack roll as if making a shield bash attempt at his full base attack bonus plus his shield bonus to AC against his enemy's attack roll to deflect a single enemy's melee or missile attack (that is not a spell or power).Iron Shell Yes [_] Counter Immediate - 1 Making his soul a wellspring of holy power, the disciple strikes out at a foe to unleashed his holy power to restore health to himself or an ally. The initiator makes an attack against a target creature, inflicting damage as normal, and the strike restores 1d6 hit points plus his initiation modifier to the initiator or to an ally within 30-ft.Enduring Crane Strike Yes [_] Strike Standard - 1 Using the insight of the Heavens, the martial disciple learns to read the tangles of fate to direct their efforts in battle. The initiator makes two attack rolls and uses the better of the two rolls to determine result of the attack.Silver Strike No [-] Strike Standard - 1

[Kapera]

Choni Kokip Contrary to Choni's confidence in entering, or at least as she had spoken to Doyle, this was the first time that the woman had ever 'broken into' a place. Granted that was mainly due to the fact that she had never lived in a place that break and enter was an actual, real thing with benefits. As a child, to sneak into another's tent was merely a fun game and worked on stealth, one never needed to take from the family when needs would be freely given. Outside of that, on the plains, it was either in unity or as an olive branch between groups, thieving was not overly common among the Shundar-Quah, to be the grey between black and white, neutrality and honour must be upheld. None-the-less, she also felt that her words had been spoken in truth, even if she had first heard it applied to leaving without permission rather than breaking in. Further, even if she would not voice it, it seemed to fit into the pattern, the misted string of life which had carried her forward, though she could not explain it and thus would not mention her own personal gut feeling. Choni also suspected it would have been unlikely and possibly impossible to have prevented Venka from entering, and thus here they were, in the pseudo gloom, in search of answers. Venka's tension was palpable from the moment the woman seemed to realize that Ameiko was missing, and once at the Glassworks it had only intensified. The relationship between the two women must be close and dear indeed, a thing that Choni could understand if only by witness of another, not her own experience, and thus she found herself slightly behind and to the side of the intense woman. It was likely that most if not all of those who trespassed along side Choni would not understand the full impact nor import of her next actions. No blood oath had been taken among them aside from the shared actions of defense of the town, no true intimacy of introduction and trust built, at least not yet, and yet... A small swallow as Choni reached out, pale, strong, slender fingers, calloused from the battle field, gripped Venka's elbow. It was only a moment, a heartbeat longer that a mere accidental brush, and a clasp, not a lingered fingertip, but the Shoanti's whole hand. "Eye of the storm." Four soft words, barely loud enough to hear over the thrum of the place, and yet spoken in a way as if to remind another, spoken in the same beats that her hand had gripped Venka. Just as quickly Choni released the woman almost as if she had been scalded, and had they been in the revealing light of outside, crimson points would have been evident high upon her cheekbones. It had been instinct, response, reaction without thought and in the act of it, Choni had surprised herself deeply, though this was not the place to consider the why of it, nor even the what, and thus she endeavored to restrain the internal dismay over what she had done, what would they think of such a shocking display of behaviour. Not here, not in this place, those who were missing along with the sense deep within her belly that more was dangerously amiss, there would be time later for her to examine the why, even if in truth, the why may find itself in the same chaos as the vague sense of why she had to come to Sandpoint. There are times when one has let themselves be guided by Fate, that one must learn to merely flow with the river rather than try to stay in the eddy they are most comfortable within.

 

Is more in the 'follow the others' sort of thing so wherever the group goes, she will as well.

 

Choni Kokip
Level 2 Fated Champion Skald
Watcher of the Weave

CMD 13	Hit Points 15/15	Speed 30' Walk
Initiative +7	AC:14	Touch & Flat:12
Str 12 (+1)	Dex 15 (+2)	Con 13 (+1)
Int 14 (+2)	Wis 12 (+1)	Cha 14 (+2)
ST Fort: +4	Reflex: +5	Will: +4

Flare	Lullaby	Sift	Mage Hand
Animate Rope	Inspired Rage	Detect Magic	Cure Light Wounds