The Priestess Bride

[Locknar]

[Locknar]

An earlier than expected delivery.
The Temple of Astra - home to the 'Order of the Stars'
Date: 24 September, 345
Weather: Clear skies
Time: Mid-morning

The Messenger
Jorg and Runidia have spent some time working at the Temple of Astra. It is a cliffside monastery built on a modest parcel of land a short hike northeast of Adrianna; the largest city in White Rock Mountains. The monastery belongs to a company of priests calling themselves the 'Order of the Stars'. Stargazers and fortune tellers by all outward appearances.

It is a pleasant enough life in this tranquil locality. Eight priests live here, and while they are taken to wearing dark robes they are quite a cheerful lot. The head of the order, an elderly man named

certainly keeps our two new heroes busy. The grounds have a stable and a fruit orchard, so there are always tools and things for Jorg to mend in their small smithy.

Primarily though, Jorg and Runidia are guards, sworn to protect the lives of all who dwell here. Robbers are not a common sight this close to Adrianna, but it does happen on occasion.

Today starts out just like any other crisp autumn morning. The morning mist has cleared and the orange-leafed apple trees are full of fruit. Rigel, a younger human priest with a talent for brewing, busies himself in the orchard; picking apples. Most of the other priests, having spent much of the night enjoying the stars, are slower to rise. They would not be expected awake for another hour at least.

Then it happens. A mystical messenger pigeon flutters through the orchard, right over Rigel's head! It passes Jorg and Runidia who are going about their morning routine. It flaps noisily through the temple proper, seeking its target. But whom? The noise awakens several people, and the pigeon zeroes in on a room with a particularly loud snoring occupant; Zara.

"What in the nine hells?!" you all hear her exclaim.

There is a commotion, and within minutes Sirius calls a meeting in the main hall. Jorg and Runidia are naturally present.

The Meeting
"This is an unexpected delivery," says Sirius from his place at the head of the table. He looks thoughtful, yet concerned. He sips a cup of Rigel's excellent cider.

"Myfflin's delivery should not have been until the onset of winter. It's only autumn! So it appears his hired delivery crew have crossed the continent in record time." He takes another thought-provoking sip. "I would ordinarily think it a trick, but the messenger came right to Zara by the dwarf baby-name name her mother gave her. Kaliki Arrenthas. Who but the true delivery persons would know this?"

There are moments of muttering from the assembled priests, and Rigel hands out more mugs of cider. Both Runidia and Jorg are also offered generously sized mugs. It really is quite excellent. (For priests who claim to watch the stars all night, they seem to get an awful lot of brewing practice done).

Sirius makes a decision.

"Jorg and Runidia, please accompany Rigel and Luna to meet Myfflin's mercenaries. I do not expect trouble, but please watch their backs. Learn everything you can about them, are they truly who they claim to be? If so, how did they get here so fast? I rather hope to see them with winged mounts, that really would be something! The four of you, arm yourselves and go."

The checkpoint is a brisk hike away from the Temple of Astra and you ought to cross the distance in an hour or so. You could take horses from the temple stables for a little more haste.

Rigel arranges a pack with a little food and drink, while Luna watches him suspiciously. "That doesn't smell like water in those skins."

"All the better to greet our new delivery friends!" Rigel snickers to himself.

"Is everything an excuse to get roaring drunk?" Her eyebrow arches questioningly.

"One does what one must to keep up appearances," the young man makes a pious face, and points to the stars heavenward.

We haven't yet mentioned dear Luna. She is a serious minded elf and the right-hand of Sirius. Everyone expects her to take over once Sirius inevitably retires. If anyone can be chosen to balance out Rigel's mirth, it would be the presence of Luna. A reliable and sober companion.

Meanwhile, our heroes at the checkpoint.

The guards at the checkpoint seem content for our heroes to remain here until messages are exchanged. They grant Granas and Ivy a pass to enter the city. But before the party splits once more, an answering pigeon flutters into view and perches itself in Granas' shoulder.

The bird speaks. "A fast delivery. We will meet you at the checkpoint as fast as possible. If already in the city, we will find you at the gates. One hour at most." The mystic pigeon then vanishes with a popping sound.

Granas, Ivy, Alwin, Mürrischer and Goram are all together at the checkpoint at this time.

WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS?

[Ivy]

Perception: 1d100: [58] = 58 /24%
Just in Case: 1d20: [16] = 16 ; 1d100: [65] = 65

Ivy thanks the guards for the city pass and looks back up the switchback, trying not to wince. Perhaps I should walk instead of forcing poor Ambrosius to haul me all the way up there again? She pats her dear companion fondly, and the dog wags his tail happily.

The guards at the checkpoint seem content for our heroes to remain here until messages are exchanged. They grant Granas and Ivy a pass to enter the city. But before the party splits once more, an answering pigeon flutters into view and perches itself in Granas' shoulder.

The bird speaks. "A fast delivery. We will meet you at the checkpoint as fast as possible. If already in the city, we will find you at the gates. One hour at most." The mystic pigeon then vanishes with a popping sound.

Granas, Ivy, Alwin, Mürrischer and Goram are all together at the checkpoint at this time.

She exchanges a look with Granas. "Seems they know how much trouble it might be getting approved to enter the city. Or, they actually dwell outside the gates and would pass this first point themselves." She looks left and right, wondering who might be wanting these crates so badly, and where they might be coming from.

She admires the mountain view while thinking over the situation. So in an hour this is all over. And what then? Perhaps Od will allow us to return to Llorn, unless he has purpose for us here? The autumn colors in the morning are particularly striking for the gnome. She smiles. "There are worse places to be, just look at that view."

[Granas]

Perception: 1d100: [77] = 77 /46%
[JiC: 1d100: [65] = 65 / 1d20: [7] = 7

Conditions: Sixth Sense [Inactive, 2ISP] | PPE used: 00/245 |

Skye will fly along above and head towards the pier to get a fish.

Track by Sight: 1d100: [71] = 71 /88%
Track by Smell: 1d100: [91] = 91 /60%
Prowl: 1d100: [92] = 92 /88% (Not getting shot at)

Skills

Post

Granas looks up at the approaching magical pigeon with a small smile. Ah, good. Before we split. He thinks to himself. Granas glances towards the pigeon as it lands on his shoulder. "Seems we have a message." States the wizard.

"A fast delivery. We will meet you at the checkpoint as fast as possible. If already in the city, we will find you at the gates. One hour at most."

"Seems they know how much trouble it might be getting approved to enter the city. Or, they actually dwell outside the gates and would pass this first point themselves."

Granas listens to the message then looks to Ivy with a nod. "I see no harm in waiting here for our escorts. They will see we aren't at the gates and come to us, and the guards don't seem to mind our presence yet." Granas suggests.

"There are worse places to be, just look at that view."

Granas nods, packing his pipe of his leaf before taking a small hit. "Indeed. There are truly wonderous views in the world. It is among my dreams to travel to the four corners and see as much of the world as I can." Granas pauses and smiles. Now is as good a time as any, we have time. Granas considers before mentally linking to his familiar, Skye. Skye, clean your feathers. Time to meet everyone. Granas tells his familiar then looks towards the others from his spot on the wagon's bench.

"Lady Ivy, Sir Goram, Master Murri, Lord Alwin. I'd like to make a formal introduction of someone very dear too me. I apologize for waiting as long as I have, but I am a tad protective of my friend." Granas says and then whistles. Within moments, a nearly 2-ft tall Osprey lands on the wagon next to Granas and caws towards the wizard. Granas pets the osprey's feathers and looks to the others. "This is Skye." Granas finishes.

[Jorg Ashblight]

Perception: 1d100: [23] = 23
JIC: 1d20: [9] = 9
JIC: 1d100: [19] = 19
Initiative: 1d20: [14] = 14
APM: 5

Rested, full health, fully equipped

Rigel arranges a pack with a little food and drink, while Luna watches him suspiciously. "That doesn't smell like water in those skins."

"All the better to greet our new delivery friends!" Rigel snickers to himself.

"Is everything an excuse to get roaring drunk?" Her eyebrow arches questioningly.

"One does what one must to keep up appearances," the young man makes a pious face, and points to the stars heavenward.

Lightly laughing at the interaction between the two priests, he looks over at Runidia and gives a motion of the direction he is going to go in.

"Lady Runidia, I will be right back, I will gather the horses for the journey, seeing how fast they arrived." Jorg gives a slight nod at his cohort and the priests while he makes his way to the stables grabbing two horses and gearing them up to pull for one of the wagons, afterwards he goes and grabs the equestrian beings belonging to himself and the paladin, he then tethers the two mercenaries horses to the wagon and drives it to the standard departing location for the monastery. ~Those two priests go at each other like a married couple at times, I wonder what their relationship would be if they weren't priests~

Upon the arrival of the priests, he will help them up into the wagon before holding Runidia's horse by the reign until she finishes mounting, turning around to mount his stead. "Lady Runidia, would you prefer me at the forefront, or rear of the wagon?" he quires the Holy Paladin.

[Runidia Shatterhelm]

Perception: 1d100: [49] = 49 / 36%
JiC d100: 1d100: [2] = 2 ; JiC d20: 1d20: [20] = 20

"Jorg and Runidia, please accompany Rigel and Luna to meet Myfflin's mercenaries. I do not expect trouble, but please watch their backs. Learn everything you can about them, are they truly who they claim to be? If so, how did they get here so fast? I rather hope to see them with winged mounts, that really would be something! The four of you, arm yourselves and go."

Runidia is grinning brightly, though that is more likely due to the cider she's just been provided. The dwarf is already half-way through the jug by the time the priest finishes giving orders, the stubby woman giving him a wink, her frothy smile slipping a bit to a more normal grin. "Ya got it, Sirius! Ah'll make sure nothin' gets to 'em 'sides us," she says, before nudging her guardmate with an elbow. "An' you'll help too, I s'pose!" She laughs, polishes off her drink, and dutifully gets up and armored.

Rigel arranges a pack with a little food and drink, while Luna watches him suspiciously. "That doesn't smell like water in those skins."

"All the better to greet our new delivery friends!" Rigel snickers to himself.

"Is everything an excuse to get roaring drunk?" Her eyebrow arches questioningly.

"One does what one must to keep up appearances," the young man makes a pious face, and points to the stars heavenward.

"Leave the lad alone lass, eh?" Runidia cuts in with a light chuckle, giving her companion a wave as he goes off to retrieve their horses. "Nothin' wrong with taking a few mugs of fine alcohol out ta fine folks." Plus, ah don't got to buy that swill they call ale in town, she thinks to herself. Her own waterskin unfortunately has normal water in it, the woman's predilection for intoxication not overriding her good sense to bring something that could actually hydrate her.

Turning her sparkling eyes up to the young Rigel, the dwarf continues, "You bring only yer own brew, did'ya lad? Or ya steal some of mine to sip it with new friends?" she jokingly accuses, waggling a stout finger at him, the gauntlet of her armor gleaming in the sunlight. "Dwarven mead'll set 'em down right!"

Upon the arrival of the priests, he will help them up into the wagon before holding Runidia's horse by the reign until she finishes mounting, turning around to mount his stead. "Lady Runidia, would you prefer me at the forefront, or rear of the wagon?" he quires the Holy Paladin.

Despite her horse being a fully grown warhorse, Runidia strides up to it confidently, crouching and leaping up, hooking herself on her horse's sadle and heaving herself up with another pull - a well-worn movement that both her and war horse were used to. Runidia pats the big mare's head once in gratitude. During all of this, she replies to Jorg - interrupted only by her own grunt of exertion at one point. "Ah'll take front, lad," she says confidently, flashing him a grin that's difficult to see over the horse's head. "Belle and I make a good impression, don't we now girl?" She clicks once, her horse dutifully responding and moving into position as she leads it to the head of their formation. "Well, most of th' time. Was that once ridin' down south that-" she coughs, realizing that she was rambling. "Ah, I'll save it fer when we get back, safely and with a burn in our bellies."

Once everyone is settled in and ready for the short trip, she clicks once more, moving forward and leading the group down to the town, and the delivery. Winged mounts? We'd be so lucky! Wouldn't stand up nothin' to mah Belle, course. She won't get jealous none.

[Jorg Ashblight]

:::Rolls held over:::

"Belle and I make a good impression, don't we now girl?" She clicks once, her horse dutifully responding and moving into position as she leads it to the head of their formation. "Well, most of th' time. Was that once ridin' down south that-" she coughs, realizing that she was rambling. "Ah, I'll save it fer when we get back, safely and with a burn in our bellies."

Stifling a laugh but not a smirk "Just don't fall off and dent your Armor up" ~Again~, "We already have a short list of things to work out in the Smithy again for the Priests, yet more mugs need hammering out next time we do another batch of nails and shoes."

Jorg's thoughts jump to the work he found having been pretty decent work, both for smithing and blade, and the monastery does at times feels like a good place to stay, if it wasn't for the lack of non-celibate women without facial hair, he might have actually looked into planning a life in the area, but his wanderlust he figures could never allow him to sit too long without itching even if the previous thoughts' problem was gone.

"Well at least if we do run into any problems we can get some good combat practice in, you get them low an I get them high like usual?" The 6 foot, 7 inch tall, "wide as a mountain" of an Auburn haired man says.

Then slows his speed until he is behind the wagon, and follows, keeping watch by looking over his shoulders, off the trail and up in the air periodically, half expecting to see a Pegasus any minute now.

[Mürrischer Reisender]

Perception: 1d100: [51] = 51 /36%
JIC: 1d20: [13] = 13 / 1d100: [24] = 24

The Wolfen sits in place where he had already been and looks ready to potentially find another way in when he spots or is stopped by the sighting of the pigeon and looks in the creatures very direction and listens. Magic'll always be weird to me, I swear.

"I guess we can wait here a little while longer." He pipes up and takes a moment to check his barrel of pork and other items kept on the cart.

It doesn't take more than a few minutes before boredom sets in and he checks the immediate area for useful herbs possibly growing on the switchback, collecting some if he does and puts them in a pocket for later.

Identify plants and fruit 1d100: [12] = 12 /55%
To find useful plants of the switchback.

"Lady Ivy, Sir Goram, Master Murri, Lord Alwin. I'd like to make a formal introduction of someone very dear too me. I apologize for waiting as long as I have, but I am a tad protective of my friend." Granas says and then whistles. Within moments, a nearly 2-ft tall Osprey lands on the wagon next to Granas and caws towards the wizard. Granas pets the osprey's feathers and looks to the others. "This is Skye." Granas finishes.

He turns his head to the osprey, "I think I've only seen the bird in skies." He prepares to turn and open his pork barrel, "I think there's plenty left of the little creature wants a slice."

[Alwin]

Perception: 25% vs 1d100: [56] = 56
JIC: 1d20: [11] = 11 and 1d100: [69] = 69

Alwin watches the pigeon fly in and land on Granas' shoulder, Well, I'll be. Something actually worked. For a while there it felt like all the gods where out to get us. He considers the thought for a moment looking at the sky and surroundings, maybe this is just there way of getting me to let my guard down..

The bird speaks. "A fast delivery. We will meet you at the checkpoint as fast as possible. If already in the city, we will find you at the gates. One hour at most." The mystic pigeon then vanishes with a popping sound.

The elf assassin lets out a short breath of disbelief. And they will meet us here... He finishes the thoughts aloud, "Perfect! no need to treck back up that mountain. Seems luck is finally on our side. He listens to the others as they offer their thoughts on the matter.

Granas listens to the message then looks to Ivy with a nod. "I see no harm in waiting here for our escorts. They will see we aren't at the gates and come to us, and the guards don't seem to mind our presence yet." Granas suggests.

"There are worse places to be, just look at that view."

Alwin looks out at the view and adds, "Some of the prettiest flowers are the most dangerous." He turns to look at Ivy directly continuing, "Like nature anticipates some will underestimate them just because they look pretty and soft. I imagine that isn't limited to just pretty flowers."

Granas nods, packing his pipe of his leaf before taking a small hit. "Indeed. There are truly wonderous views in the world. It is among my dreams to travel to the four corners and see as much of the world as I can." Granas pauses and smiles.

"Lady Ivy, Sir Goram, Master Murri, Lord Alwin. I'd like to make a formal introduction of someone very dear too me. I apologize for waiting as long as I have, but I am a tad protective of my friend." Granas says and then whistles. Within moments, a nearly 2-ft tall Osprey lands on the wagon next to Granas and caws towards the wizard. Granas pets the osprey's feathers and looks to the others. "This is Skye." Granas finishes.

Alwin watches as the bird land near-ish to him. Has this thing been with him the whole time? Cocking his head slightly he takes the bird in. Not a small bird... "You friend huh? You find it as a fledgling and train it? Has it been following us this whole time?" What do you do with such a creature? It could probably hunt small prey for him. Create distractions. I wonder how well he has it trained?

He turns his head to the osprey, "I think I've only seen the bird in skies." He prepares to turn and open his pork barrel, "I think there's plenty left of the little creature wants a slice."

Alwin chuckles, "One would think you would more desire the fresh meat under its feathers. The north has truly civilized the wolfen hasn't it!"'

Alwin looks from person to person as he considers what is next, It seems we are almost done here... do we head back? He decides to feel the group out, "It seems we haven't had much time together, and although it was a rocky start, we have been successful. Have any of you considered what is next? Do you have plans for you piece of the pie? Back to Llorn? Off to see more of the world?"

[Granas]

[Rolls Held]

"You friend huh? You find it as a fledgling and train it? Has it been following us this whole time?"

Granas simply nods. "He has been with us since we met and I've known this avian friend for several years now." Granas offers, again petting the feathers of the osprey. I think for now, unless they really push the issue, I won't bother going into details about Skye. Magic makes some uncomfortable and magical links like this are... private. Granas considers.

"I think I've only seen the bird in skies." He prepares to turn and open his pork barrel, "I think there's plenty left of the little creature wants a slice."

"One would think you would more desire the fresh meat under its feathers. The north has truly civilized the wolfen hasn't it!"'

The osprey appears slightly agitated at Alwin's comment, going so far as to caw towards the elf and flapping its wings a couple times. "Haha, oh shush, Skye. As we travel together, you'll find Skye is not your normal Osprey and quite intelligent. And doesn't appreciate being compared to food." Granas adds with a slight smile. Skye turns it's head so that only one eye is on Alwin and steps further down the bench, prompting Granas to chuckle again. "Skye loves fish though, and I can always rely on him to find us food and water during long travels. He hasn't tried pork, but you're welcome to share with him" Granas offers. For the moment, Skye is remaining perched on the wagon near Granas. If Murri offers a snack for Skye, the osprey will cautiously approach and take it before jumping a few feet back to eat it safely and close to Granas.

"It seems we haven't had much time together, and although it was a rocky start, we have been successful. Have any of you considered what is next? Do you have plans for you piece of the pie? Back to Llorn? Off to see more of the world?"

Granas takes another puff off his pipe while considering, nodding briefly. See the world. He soundly thinks to himself before releasing the breathe of his hit and answering. "I'm not one to stay in one place for long, I've only passed through Llorn twice before. Larger cities give me anxiety, if I'm being honest. The world is a beautiful place with countless wonders, most cities I've visited are filled with deprived people who see an enemy in everyone around them; it's exhausting." Granas considers. "Human cities, anyways." Granas adds with a shrug.

"I'll likely use whatever piece of the pie I receive to continue my studies with a few new tomes, map out a new course and head north. I'd welcome company, of course." Granas offers of his future plans.

[Runidia Shatterhelm]

((Rolls Carried))

Stifling a laugh but not a smirk "Just don't fall off and dent your Armor up" ~Again~, "We already have a short list of things to work out in the Smithy again for the Priests, yet more mugs need hammering out next time we do another batch of nails and shoes."

"That only happened 'cause ah was drunker than a bear with a barrel-full o' mead," she replies, her eyes flashing with her quick, if brief temper. "An' ah'll kick yer ass to next week if you go 'n spread that tale around without mah say-so" It was not an empty threat. Of course, after her piece was said, her easy-going grin was plastered right back on her face, as genuine as the annoyance that was there but a moment ago. "Now, let's enjoy tha' ride, eh?"

"Well at least if we do run into any problems we can get some good combat practice in, you get them low an I get them high like usual?" The 6 foot, 7 inch tall, "wide as a mountain" of an Auburn haired man says.

Runidia snorts a brief laugh. "Aye, we'll keep our charge safe, lad, if we get the luck t' have a fight on our hands," she replies. Would be fun, too. Those priests have got clever tongues, but none o' them can put up fists none, 'cept Rigel. That's only 'cause I showed 'im the basics when 'is head was comin' off from the ale.

[Jorg Ashblight]

"That only happened 'cause ah was drunker than a bear with a barrel-full o' mead," she replies, her eyes flashing with her quick, if brief temper. "An' ah'll kick yer ass to next week if you go 'n spread that tale around without mah say-so" It was not an empty threat. Of course, after her piece was said, her easy-going grin was plastered right back on her face, as genuine as the annoyance that was there but a moment ago. "Now, let's enjoy tha' ride, eh?"

In a mocking tone "I wasn't aware our furry little bear cub improved her jump kick enough to reach my ass, good job M'lady" as he puts a bit of attitude on the M'lady bit, and chuckles deftly afterwards. ~I hope whatever my next gig is we are still teamed up, I would miss her otherwise, she is probably my closest friend, hell only friend possibly, not like this line of work has a long life expectancy, is that sad or nay?~

Runidia snorts a brief laugh. "Aye, we'll keep our charge safe, lad, if we get the luck t' have a fight on our hands," she replies. Would be fun, too. Those priests have got clever tongues, but none o' them can put up fists none, 'cept Rigel. That's only 'cause I showed 'im the basics when 'is head was comin' off from the ale.

"I can't even remember the last time we had serious combat, we should do some more training fights when we get back, make sure we don't get rusty and fat from just sitting and drinking ale for half the day." The amusement in his tone for the following could be detected by a deaf person. "Maybe we will get lucky, and they might have a male Dwarf or a blind man that catches your eye in the party, or a non-facial hair challenged female for myself, wouldn't mind that sort of practice." he says with a big grin. Knowing she will get miffed at that, the zingers between them as common as freckles on a gingers' ass after months upon months of working together day and night both in the forge and on guard duty.

[Mürrischer Reisender]

[Rolls carried]

The osprey appears slightly agitated at Alwin's comment, going so far as to caw towards the elf and flapping its wings a couple times. "Haha, oh shush, Skye. As we travel together, you'll find Skye is not your normal Osprey and quite intelligent. And doesn't appreciate being compared to food." Granas adds with a slight smile. Skye turns it's head so that only one eye is on Alwin and steps further down the bench, prompting Granas to chuckle again. "Skye loves fish though, and I can always rely on him to find us food and water during long travels. He hasn't tried pork, but you're welcome to share with him" Granas offers. For the moment, Skye is remaining perched on the wagon near Granas. If Murri offers a snack for Skye, the osprey will cautiously approach and take it before jumping a few feet back to eat it safely and close to Granas.

He's about to answer and halts his tongue when Granas does it for him and he smirks, "Yes, the bird has a considerable use in my mind. Even if it is just telling me where meat is." He retrieves a knife as he turns to the barrel to cut a small sliver for the osprey. "I'm sure fish shouldn't be to hard to acquire later. He lets the bird take the meat and hop to its new location.

Granas takes another puff off his pipe while considering, nodding briefly. See the world. He soundly thinks to himself before releasing the breathe of his hit and answering. "I'm not one to stay in one place for long, I've only passed through Llorn twice before. Larger cities give me anxiety, if I'm being honest. The world is a beautiful place with countless wonders, most cities I've visited are filled with deprived people who see an enemy in everyone around them; it's exhausting." Granas considers. "Human cities, anyways." Granas adds with a shrug.

He sniffs at the breeze for unfamiliar scents out of habit.
Recongize scent of others 1d100: [95] = 95 /28%

"This far south is new to me" He pipes up as he listens, "The further south we go, the stranger it all seems to be." He shrugs it off, "But that might be me coming from as far North I do. He momentarily thinks on the days he never knew of humans, seeing snow on a far greater regular basis, and less cities. What's with the small people and their cities? Is a camp not big enough?

[Ivy]

((Rolls Carried))

Alwin looks out at the view and adds, "Some of the prettiest flowers are the most dangerous." He turns to look at Ivy directly continuing, "Like nature anticipates some will underestimate them just because they look pretty and soft. I imagine that isn't limited to just pretty flowers."

Ivy shrugs modestly. "I am just a simple priest, but when I leave this world I would like it to be better than it was when I arrived. But it's not up to me, it's up to others." She shrugs. "I just try to show them the way."

She considers Alwin's words, the thought disturbs her. I don't think I'm all that dangerous. Am I?

Ivy adds in a low voice. "When we are paid for our troubles, we'll have thousands of pretty golden flowers to be mindful of. I fear our troubles might begin then if we linger here too long."

"Lady Ivy, Sir Goram, Master Murri, Lord Alwin. I'd like to make a formal introduction of someone very dear too me. I apologize for waiting as long as I have, but I am a tad protective of my friend." Granas says and then whistles. Within moments, a nearly 2-ft tall Osprey lands on the wagon next to Granas and caws towards the wizard. Granas pets the osprey's feathers and looks to the others. "This is Skye." Granas finishes.

Ivy can see at once Skye is a magnificent bird, with his long, brown and white wings and sharp eyes. She's delighted, and has never seen an osprey up close before. She takes something out of her pack, and then reaches out her hand slowly. Inside her hands is a strip of cooked rabbit that she picked up in Veniss.

"Pleased to meet you Skye," she says with a serious expression. She imagined such birds were very proud beings. She reaches out in her mind, using her affinity to Commune with Animals (-6 ISP). She send a calm and respectful image, and that the meat in her hand was a lovely rabbit.

"I know you would prefer a live rabbit, if I see one I'll let you know." she winks, and then casts her mind and eyes out about her. Does she spy a small edible mammal? If she does she will also commune with it. It isn't exactly sporting, but we all have to eat.

Contingency - if a suitable prey is spotted, and in range of her psionics, she sends it the image of the sort of tasty food it likes, be it nuts, grass or fruits. She then projects an image of the prey to Skye, and points to it. "There. Enjoy."

Alwin looks from person to person as he considers what is next, It seems we are almost done here... do we head back? He decides to feel the group out, "It seems we haven't had much time together, and although it was a rocky start, we have been successful. Have any of you considered what is next? Do you have plans for you piece of the pie? Back to Llorn? Off to see more of the world?"

An old saying comes to her mind, and she repeats it out loud. "The Gods laugh when we mortals make our plans."

"My feeling is our path is already laid out for us. Did the Gods allow us to come so far so quickly just to avoid a tedious river journey? We are here for a reason, and an urgent one at that. We ought to collect what we're owed and keep a very sharp watch. Someone needs us, but I wonder who?"

[Granas]

[Rolls Held]

"Yes, the bird has a considerable use in my mind. Even if it is just telling me where meat is." ... "I'm sure fish shouldn't be to hard to acquire later.

Granas watches with a small but quite content smile as Skye inches closer towards Murri and takes the sliver of pork. In a couple swift bobs of his head, Skye swallows the pork slice, smacking its beak a couple times and looking towards Granas with a small caw, prompting the wizard to nod. "Well, he didn't hate it but something tells me he'd prefer fish." Granas smiles and pets Skye's beak. Skye's earlier agitation at Alwin's comment appears evaporated as the bird now stares at Murri curiously.

"Pleased to meet you Skye,"

Skye's attention turns towards Ivy and the priestess can immediately tell upon communing with the avian that Skye is different than normal birds or animals; she can feel that Skye is far more intelligent, almost like telepathy with a human. When Ivy sends the first mental image, she might see the bird look directly at Granas as if in confusion then it's replaced by curiosity and the bird walks on the wagon bench towards Ivy. The image of the rabbit is returned by the image of a bird mid-dive as Skye looks towards Ivy then Granas, prompting the wizard to chuckle. "It's okay, Skye." He adds and after his verbal confirmation, Skye actually bobs playfully towards Ivy.

If Ivy finds a rabbit or something similarly small (hare, rat, mice) within range, Skye will take the opportunity of a meal and fly up and begin circling the new-found prey. When Skye gets a good bead on the target, he'll dive-bomb it. Initiative: 1d20+4: [7]+4 = 11 | Strike: 1d20+4: [6]+4 = 10 | Damage: 2d4*2: [3, 3]*2 = 12 . Otherwise, the avian stays on the bench enjoying his newfound stardom.

[Ivy]

[Rolls Held]

Skye's attention turns towards Ivy and the priestess can immediately tell upon communing with the avian that Skye is different than normal birds or animals; she can feel that Skye is far more intelligent, almost like telepathy with a human. When Ivy sends the first mental image, she might see the bird look directly at Granas as if in confusion then it's replaced by curiosity and the bird walks on the wagon bench towards Ivy. The image of the rabbit is returned by the image of a bird mid-dive as Skye looks towards Ivy then Granas, prompting the wizard to chuckle. "It's okay, Skye." He adds and after his verbal confirmation, Skye actually bobs playfully towards Ivy.

If Ivy finds a rabbit or something similarly small (hare, rat, mice) within range, Skye will take the opportunity of a meal and fly up and begin circling the new-found prey. When Skye gets a good bead on the target, he'll dive-bomb it. Initiative: 1d20+4: [7]+4 = 11 | Strike: 1d20+4: [6]+4 = 10 | Damage: 2d4*2: [3, 3]*2 = 12 . Otherwise, the avian stays on the bench enjoying his newfound stardom.

She loves the way birds can soar through the sky. Watching Skye she wonders what it may be like. Or to dive into the water to catch fish? She almost laughs out loud, but is struck at just how intelligent Skye is.

Almost like a person...

She looks at Granas, wonder written upon her face. "His mind is rather like a person, but without the chatter," and with a laugh. "an ideal friend."

"Can you understand him Granas?" Her eyes grow speculative. "Could he scout ahead and report to you? I'd be awfully curious to see who approaches this area around an hour from now."

[Granas]

[Rolls Held]

"His mind is rather like a person, but without the chatter," and with a laugh. "an ideal friend." "Can you understand him Granas?"

Granas glances towards Skye apprehensively and the Osprey returns the glance, turning from Ivy and bobbing it's head again. They do seem like good folk, and seeing how they treat Ambrosius, I think we can trust them. Granas tells his familiar who returns the image of the Skye sitting on Ambrosius's back and riding on the large dog with wings spread. At the same time Skye physically spreads his wings towards Granas as if gliding on air, the image makes Granas chuckle to himself as he then nods to Ivy.

"Yes, I can understand Skye, in a way." Granas offers. "There is something to be said about the connection formed between a mage and their steadfast companion animal. My connection with Skye is no different." Granas alludes to Skye's true nature without fully saying it.

"Could he scout ahead and report to you? I'd be awfully curious to see who approaches this area around an hour from now."

Granas nods again. "Skye often scouts ahead of me while I travel on foot. It's one reason I studied that particular flight spell, to be able to fly with him. While I'm in a city, he usually perches on whatever building I'm in or at least stays relatively close. He doesn't like cities either, so I often send him to piers or out to the woodlands if my business takes more than a few hours." Granas explains how the pair usually travel when alone. Skye's wings now neatly tucked as he watches Granas then hops back over to Ivy and rolls onto his back, wings tucked, two talons up and caws. "He's never seen this much attention and is being far more playful than normal, he seems to have taken to you, Lady Ivy." Granas muses aloud before glancing to Murri. "You as well, Master Murri." Granas offers, then looks to Alwin and Goram. "Skye's not sure about you two yet." Granas says with a sly smile.

[Locknar]

Riding through the range.
Approaching Adrianna City Checkpoint
Date: 24 September, 345
Weather: Clear skies
Time: An hour before noon

The Temple group make their plans. Jorg suggests a wagon with separate steeds for the two guards, and Luna readily agrees.

During their preparations Runidia has a few words with Rigel.

Turning her sparkling eyes up to the young Rigel, the dwarf continues, "You bring only yer own brew, did'ya lad? Or ya steal some of mine to sip it with new friends?" she jokingly accuses, waggling a stout finger at him, the gauntlet of her armor gleaming in the sunlight. "Dwarven mead'll set 'em down right!"

It must be said; Rigel is a great actor. His eyes open wide, his jaw drops, and he recoils slightly as if the paladin had struck a blow aimed directly at his precious heart. He feigns every evidence of injured innocence.

"Me?" he gasps.

Then he winks slyly, bends down and whispers conspiratorially into her ear. "I'll go one better than that! Keep Luna

Is Runidia agrees, the cart carries a feast and a good quantity of drink. If not, the cart is largely empty. Just indicate which next post.

long enough for me to load a couple kegs onto the wagon. I might empty the larder a bit also. By the time she realises what I'm hauling it will be too late, and trust me, Luna will thank me! A well fed, and well watered mercenary is a talkative and truthful one. We'll find out what is what quickly." He grins, and resumes his normal voice. "Just doing my sacred duty, Master Sirius did ask us for answers and we shall fetch them!" He mockingly salutes his friend, and saunters off to prepare.

Soon enough the four depart. Runidia leads the procession, with the wagon in the middle and Jorg guarding the rear. A sound strategy should trouble come. The path is paved with stone, which may be surprising for strangers to this land. Generations of marble and diamond mining around Adrianna has yielded an abundance of lesser quality stone. Worthless for trade, but excellent for construction of all kinds. This close to the city, the roads are excellent.

Rigel holds the reins of the wagon, and looks surprisingly sober as he skillfully guides the cart. It is a road often taken for the young priest, for he is the one who usually fetches supplies from the city. The group winds their way down mountainous terrain towards the checkpoint. The way is often steep, which prevents true haste, but they still make good time.

You soon approach the checkpoint. It is just a little further, around a final bend in the road. For some bizarre reason, you all hear many voices cheering. Whatever could that be?

---

Many meetings.
Adrianna City Checkpoint
Date: 24 September, 345
Weather: Clear skies
Time: An hour before noon

Meanwhile our heroes sit back, relax and enjoy the mountain view. There are a wide range of discussions about what might lie ahead, and of the folk coming to meet them. Alwin in particular considers what path lies before him. Is it with this group? If so, where next? Ivy faithfully believes all will be revealed in due course.

Mürrischer wanders about the immediate area looking for useful plants. This area is cleared of growth, most likely to give men at the checkpoint a good vantage in all directions. No one notices the guards keeping a wary eye on the wolfen. As Mürrischer strays too far off a grizzled veteran hollers out a stern warning, "Not too far now, not alone."

Before rejoining the group, he does spot a walnut tree growing atop a precarious ledge not far from the road. At this time of the year the tree should be loaded with nuts.

As time passes, Granas introduces the band to Skye. The bird takes a liking for Mürrischer and Ivy in particular, and they all learn a little about the sacred bond between mage and familiar.

Then a curious thing happens. Ivy uses her talent for animals on Skye, and gets a sense of this noble bird's superior intellect. It goes well, and when Ivy casts her mind out for mammals, she feels a squirrel in Mürrischer's walnut tree. It is watching them.

The squirrel obediently grabs a walnut, for it is the image of the nut Ivy projected into its mind. This dear readers, may be the first time in the long history of this land that a squirrel has been compelled by a priest to acquire yet more nuts before winter. Ivy then throws a mental picture of the squirrel's location to Skye.

What happens next happens rather quickly. Skye spreads his wings and launches himself into the air. It soars high above, turning in slow circles like a hawk.

"Look at that Del!" There are guards now watching with interest and pointing.

A hush falls upon the checkpoint; all eyes are on Skye. Except Ivy, her mind remains fixed on the squirrel as it gathers yet more and more nuts.

Then by chance the squirrel looks up and sees the osprey circling overhead. It freezes in terror, but it is too late. Skye swoops down with lightning speed. Its talons close around the squirrel's body and lifts it into the air. Amassed walnuts scatter and fall to the ground.

You all hear the guards spontaneously cheer.
"By the Gods, I've never seen something like that up close!"
"What a magnificent hawk!"
"That's no hawk, I seen them on the coast. It's an osprey!"
"Funny place to find a sea hawk!"
"Maybe it's lost?"
"Maybe it likes squirrel better than fish?"

As for the squirrel, it squirms and struggles, but it was no match for the osprey's strength. Skye lands on a nearby branch and quickly ends its life. Then Skye feasts like an osprey ought to.

It is but a minute later when the company from the Temple of Astra rounds the bend and enters the checkpoint area. Jorg and Runidia see our heroes seated about a wagon and talking. There are two beasts hitched to what wagon, but disappointingly they are not pegasai. A horse and a mule.

Luna utters the thought, "Oh, when I heard the cheering I thought there truly might be a pegasus or two here." They stop the wagon and dismount. You all approach one another.

Luna smiles politely and straightens her dark robe. You can all see her robe, and Rigel's, have white stars sewn into them.

"Greetings travelers. I am Luna of the Order of the Stars. But you have another name to guide you yes? The name is actually the pass phrase. Can you complete this?"

Rigel puts on his most charming smile, and speaks the first name, "Kaliki.... ?"

WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS?

[Granas]

Perception: 1d100: [25] = 25 /46%
[JiC: 1d100: [62] = 62 / 1d20: [8] = 8

Conditions: Sixth Sense [Inactive, 2ISP] | PPE used: 00/245 |

Granas' sudden shift in attention and stature prompts Skye to stay out of sight in the tree lines and observe the encounter from a comfortable distance after his meal.

Track by Sight: 1d100: [32] = 32 /88%
Track by Smell: 1d100: [77] = 77 /60%
Prowl: 1d100: [72] = 72 /88% (Not getting shot at)

Skills

Post

"Greetings travelers. I am Luna of the Order of the Stars. But you have another name to guide you yes? The name is actually the pass phrase. Can you complete this?" "Kaliki.... ?"

Skye is reveling in the newfound attention however it quickly evaporates when the convoy comes down the switchbacks and greets them at the checkpoint. Skye darts into the treeline and attempts to blend, vanishing from normal view or concern, like just another bird scared away. Granas dismounts the wagon as the convoy approaches and when asked for the name, Granas offers a nod. "Arrenthas." Granas answers, stepping forward. "I hope your morning is going well." Granas offers, continuing the conversation. They come armored with extra security, expecting trouble, perhaps? Granas muses

"My name is Granas Arcem, it is good to meet you all." Granas offers a practiced bow of his head towards the newcomers. Granas glances to Ivy then looks back to the newcomers "Apologies if we are a bit early." Granas adds with a smile.

[Runidia Shatterhelm]

Perception: 1d100: [23] = 23 / 36%
JiC d100: 1d100: [45] = 45 ; JiC d20: 1d20: [1] = 1

"Maybe we will get lucky, and they might have a male Dwarf or a blind man that catches your eye in the party, or a non-facial hair challenged female for myself, wouldn't mind that sort of practice." he says with a big grin.

Runidia eyes the man once over before shaking her head with a snorting laugh. "That all ya can think about, lad? 'Sides, only parts about dwarven men I like are the beards an' the fights. You can keep the rest of that lot fer yerself."

Then he winks slyly, bends down and whispers conspiratorially into her ear. "I'll go one better than that! Keep Luna distracted long enough for me to load a couple kegs onto the wagon. I might empty the larder a bit also. By the time she realises what I'm hauling it will be too late, and trust me, Luna will thank me! A well fed, and well watered mercenary is a talkative and truthful one. We'll find out what is what quickly." He grins, and resumes his normal voice. "Just doing my sacred duty, Master Sirius did ask us for answers and we shall fetch them!" He mockingly salutes his friend, and saunters off to prepare.

Runidia just gives the man a return wink, giving Jorg a nod before letting him get his own mount set up. She makes her way to Luna and promptly starts talking to the elf to distract her. Mostly by telling a story of preposterous proportions about how she had nearly died reading the stuffery of nobility until she snuck out into a tavern and found the joys of starting bar fights. It was capped off with how she, at the time only fourteen years old, managed to knock the socks off four full grown patrons. Obviously most of it is exaggeration, but Luna knows Runidia well enough to know there's at least some truth in the tale. Somewhere. Also a painfully obvious lesson to loosen up and enjoy herself sometimes, which comes off more teasing than serious.

---

The dwarf's grin is massive at the sounds of cheer and laughter as they approach the mercenary group. Ah, shouts of joy. 'Less this is a particularly ill-minded set o' bandits, looks to be an easy gatherin'. Of course, she's a bit saddened at the lack of a fight, but she isn't complaining over the peace either.

She looks over the group, eyes pausing once on the massive wolfen and again on the elf of the group, then a final time on the troll. At first she tenses a touch, but she flicks her gaze to Luna, and forces herself to relax, recalling her initial interaction with the elf wasn't very pleasant, on account of old prejudices on the dwarf's side. Also she may have been tipsy at the time and her tongue a bit too loose with her opinions.

Still, it was a valuable lesson, and the serious elf had long since grown on the dwarf, and taught her not to judge others immediately on their appearance. So, instead of the uneasy opening that may have occurred, Runidia picks her smile back up from where she dropped it and makes sure not to lose it again.

Rigel puts on his most charming smile, and speaks the first name, "Kaliki.... ?"

"Arrenthas." Granas answers, stepping forward. "I hope your morning is going well." Granas offers, continuing the conversation...

..."My name is Granas Arcem, it is good to meet you all." Granas offers a practiced bow of his head towards the newcomers. Granas glances to Ivy then looks back to the newcomers "Apologies if we are a bit early." Granas adds with a smile.

Runidia chuckles. "Caught us by surprise, ya did," she responds amiably. "Ah don't rightly think any of us were expectin' ya to arrive 'til near wintertime. Good thing too, it can snow somethin' fierce up in th' mountains." She brings her horse up to be beside Rigel and Luna, providing just a hint of extra protection while also being a friendly approach.

"Oh, where are me manners? Ah'm Runidia Shatterhelm, an' the human back there's Jorg Ashblight. You've a varied lot, haven't ya? Can't imagine that'd do ya any favors tryin' ta get into town."

[Ivy]

Perception: 1d100: [14] = 14 /38%
Just in Case: 1d20: [2] = 2 ; 1d100: [6] = 6

Luna smiles politely and straightens her dark robe. You can all see her robe, and Rigel's, have white stars sewn into them. "Greetings travelers. I am Luna of the Order of the Stars.

Ivy bows respectfully to Luna and Rigel, who appear to be the leaders of this group. Ivy though remains farther back while the initial greetings are exchanged.

The Order of the Stars? She thinks on the name, trying to recall if she'd ever heard of this order before.

Lore: Religion 1d100: [88] = 88 / 81%

While Granas and Rigel exchange pass phrases and introductions are made, her eyes narrow slightly as she scrutinizes the newcomers, looking for any apparent threat.

The curly haired man looks friendly enough, but I remember what Alwin said. Does .. he smell of drink? Ivy exchanges a look with Mürrischer, who has the best nose she knows of. "Smell anything?" she asks quietly.

As things seem bright, Ivy steps forward without interrupting others.

Runidia chuckles. "Caught us by surprise, ya did," she responds amiably. "Ah don't rightly think any of us were expectin' ya to arrive 'til near wintertime. Good thing too, it can snow somethin' fierce up in th' mountains." She brings her horse up to be beside Rigel and Luna, providing just a hint of extra protection while also being a friendly approach.

"Oh, where are me manners? Ah'm Runidia Shatterhelm, an' the human back there's Jorg Ashblight. You've a varied lot, haven't ya? Can't imagine that'd do ya any favors tryin' ta get into town."

"Very pleased to meet kinder folk," Ivy says with a smile. The short gnome looks up and strains a little on her tiptoes trying to see the mounted dwarf's eyes. As for Jorg, it is all but impossible."I am Sister Ivy Greencloak. We were sailing the Old Kingdom River when there was something of a short cut." She finishes the introduction a little mysteriously.

"We can discuss it at length later if you wish, but first..." She points out their own wagon, and the pair of smoking crates. "I believe these are what you are after. They started smoking when we arrived, and we've not a clue what may be the cause or the consequence."

[Granas]

[Rolls Held]

Skills:
History: 1d100: [97] = 97 /57% (Order of the Stars as a political or sovereign group)
Lore, Magic: 1d100: [53] = 53 /92% (Order of the Stars in relation to other magic societies)

Granas considers the newcomers with a warm smile, glancing to the dwarven knight as she pulls up next to Rigel and the Luna. If the rumors hold true, I'd wager she's a fiercer fighter than anyone here. Wouldn't be surprised if she hit as hard as Goram could. Definitely going to stay on her good side. Same goes for that one, paid contractor? Granas considers, glancing between Jorg and Runidia.

"Oh, where are me manners? Ah'm Runidia Shatterhelm, an' the human back there's Jorg Ashblight. You've a varied lot, haven't ya? Can't imagine that'd do ya any favors tryin' ta get into town."

Granas offers a polite nod to them both and a soft chuckle. "Well met, Lady Runidia, Sir Jorg as well." Granas replies then laughs lightly "Our group composition certainly did us no favors. Our arrival last night almost ended with a sharp edge, though graciously the guards allowed us to make our case and wait." Granas adds with a smile.

"We can discuss it at length later if you wish, but first..." ... "I believe these are what you are after. They started smoking when we arrived, and we've not a clue what may be the cause or the consequence."

Granas nods. "We have not opened them, though I did use some simple spellwork to make moving them easier but the steaming only started when we arrived here. Have one or both of you been inscribed to have access, I'd like some reassurance before they try going through the gate and concluding our business." Granas adds. I wonder if it was the teleportation spell that did it, or the god-magic used to do it? Hard to say without proper research. Granas concludes internally.

[Mürrischer Reisender]

Perception: 1d100: [92] = 92 /36%
JIC: 1d20: [16] = 16 / 1d100: [36] = 36

Mürrischer wanders about the immediate area looking for useful plants. This area is cleared of growth, most likely to give men at the checkpoint a good vantage in all directions. No one notices the guards keeping a wary eye on the wolfen. As Mürrischer strays too far off a grizzled veteran hollers out a stern warning, "Not too far now, not alone."

Before rejoining the group, he does spot a walnut tree growing atop a precarious ledge not far from the road. At this time of the year the tree should be loaded with nuts.

As he forages as any ranger would and is interrupted, the Wolfen turns his head as if it were a challenge and considers venturing further away out of petty thought. If he were a lesser Wolfen, he might have, but in his youth he learned from experience how quickly everything can escalate if wandering to far from the village. Maybe it applies here? Probably. He thinks to himself, making a probably wiser choice to stay closer to the check point until the group was ready to journey back up the switchback toward the city. There's a nice walnut though.

"Greetings travelers. I am Luna of the Order of the Stars. But you have another name to guide you yes? The name is actually the pass phrase. Can you complete this?"

A new voice grabs his attention and an ear turns toward it before the rest of his head and he watches them approach not sure what is going on and stares, an almost instinctive sniff at the air as he does. I don't remember you. Who're you? What's that?

Runidia chuckles. "Caught us by surprise, ya did," she responds amiably. "Ah don't rightly think any of us were expectin' ya to arrive 'til near wintertime. Good thing too, it can snow somethin' fierce up in th' mountains." She brings her horse up to be beside Rigel and Luna, providing just a hint of extra protection while also being a friendly approach.

His head turns in the direction of the Dwarf, ear turned in What is this little one?. He hears what's said and doesn't have much to say, thoughts too being puzzled. "Can't be colder than where I'm from."

[Alwin]

Perception: 25% vs 1d100: [21] = 21
JIC: 1d20: [2] = 2 and 1d100: [98] = 98

Charm/Impress: 40% vs 1d100: [31] = 31 - Put on his most charming smile while speaking to the priests.

Alwin is content to let Ivy and Granas make their introductions to the newcomers. Best to sit back and stay discreet. He lifts his hand in a low wave and nods toward the 4.

He winces slightly when Ivy mentions the crates are smoking, sometimes things are better left unsaid. Deliver the crates was the task, deliver we did. If they are smoking... that is their problem. He decides to keep the thoughts to himself for the moment, maybe I will mention it to her later when we are alone. I doubt she will see the value in the advice. She tends toward too much honesty.

He watches the 4 closely, examining the dwarf first. A seemingly average dwarf, he wonders what she is doing with the others. His eyes move to the human mercenary, finding him to be average looking as well. Did the priests bring these two as guards? They did say these parts are dangerous at the checkpoint. Must not be too dangerous if that is all they brought.

Alwin looks over them closely to see if there is any sign of the gold they are owed. I hope they brought it. I doubt they will expect us to follow them somewhere else... that is the oldest trick in the book.

Alwin decides to speak up finally, "I trust you good folks kindly brought the promised payment with you?" His eyes settle on the two priests expecting they are the likely source of the job. "It has been a long distance travelled, albeit quickly. There is nothing more satisfying than the successful conclusion of one's tasks." He smiles a bit to lighten the mood of the request and continues, "Besides, we can't rightly indulge in some overdue drink and festivities while we are still on duty, now, can we?"

[Ivy]

[Rolls Held]

Granas nods. "We have not opened them, though I did use some simple spellwork to make moving them easier but the steaming only started when we arrived here. Have one or both of you been inscribed to have access, I'd like some reassurance before they try going through the gate and concluding our business." Granas adds.

Ivy nods to Granas. "Myfflin intended for this trip to take some time, and he was very specific about us the winter solstice. So it cannot be caused by taking too long. No one we saw touched the crates either, Myfflin was very specific about that also. So, it must have been our ... short cut."

She looks at Luna carefully. Is she a wizard or priest of some sort? She needs the whole picture I think. Then she decides to be forthright.

"We were in a spot of bother on the river journey. A changeling had infiltrated our group, and so I prayed for intervention from noble Od. You may not know him in these parts. That does not matter, but understand this. My petition was heard. Od transported us to Adrianna's gates in an instant. After this point, we saw the crates smoking."

"My feeling is that Od would not move us here without good reason. I believe the changeling had ill intent towards us and our mission, and Od agreed. So here we are, quite early. Free from enemies. Safe, but smoking."

With a shrug, she adds. "I do not know anything of ward-craft, but if I can help I will."

Invoke Trust/Intimidate 1d100: [83] = 83 / 95%

Alwin decides to speak up finally, "I trust you good folks kindly brought the promised payment with you?" His eyes settle on the two priests expecting they are the likely source of the job. "It has been a long distance travelled, albeit quickly. There is nothing more satisfying than the successful conclusion of one's tasks." He smiles a bit to lighten the mood of the request and continues, "Besides, we can't rightly indulge in some overdue drink and festivities while we are still on duty, now, can we?"

The priestess smiles at Alwin. She did not care much for the rewards, but knew not all shared her feelings. For Alwin to have broached the topic so patiently must have been, in his own way, an act of love and respect. If he were alone and not concerned with us, he'd likely have these priests swinging upside down from a tree while he emptied their pockets.

"It would be a relief that the matter of payment is settled sooner rather than later. My friend Alwin has a difficult journey, as have us all." She smiles at Alwin with silent thanks.

[Jorg Ashblight]

Perception: 1d100: [38] = 38
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20
JIC: 1d100: [27] = 27
Initiative: 1d20: [15] = 15
APM: 5

Rested, full health, fully equipped

Eyeing the group of delivery persons as they approach, he checks around to make sure there isn't an

Detect Ambush: 40% /roll 1d100: [44] = 44 Failed

around, just in case these are not the delivery team, after he doesn't detect any, he relaxes after the password is given.

Watching the group interaction with each other, when Runidia mentions him, he nods and raises two fingers, even though it wasn't needed seeing as he is the only other member who is present and not a monk.

The gaze of the northern man stops on one spot, when he sees the troll. ~They have a Troll? Seriously? They are even bigger than I was lead to believe, I guess the one I saw before was a young-ling then. He is at least twice my size, ...I wonder how much ore it would take to get that thing in some armor? or better, just how big could one make a sword for him to carry or a battleaxe or hammer, it would be massive~ A slight grin is on his face as he is lost in a small daydream of making a giant weapon and seeing it in use.

[Locknar]

Golden opportunity.
Adrianna City Checkpoint
Date: 24 September, 345
Weather: Clear skies
Time: An hour before noon

Greetings are exchanged and the two groups eyeball one another. Jorg is watchful for traps and tricks, particularly with a fully grown troll in view. Runidia takes special notice of the elf, wolfen and also the troll. Mürrischer appraises the new arrivals and his instinctive sniff. It reveals nothing out of the ordinary. Meanwhile Skye gets out of sight.

Ivy does not recall having ever heard of an Order of the Stars, and likewise Granas knows of no magical or political group going by that name. It is most mysterious, but then again, the group has traveled into far off foreign land.

Our wizard delivers what all know to be a gross understatement.

"Apologies if we are a bit early." Granas adds with a smile.

The elven priestess laughs. It is an almost musical sound. Luna's face certainly is beautiful - there is no question of that - golden hair and piercing blue eyes. But there seems more to her than that. A hidden depth. It is as such with all elves? It's a sharp contrast to Goram, whom Jorg watches carefully throughout. The more perceptive amongst you notice a couple of the guards at the nearby checkpoint also watching the troll intently. Perhaps it is the oversized lower canines that is putting everyone off?

Some folk introduce themselves, others don't. Soon enough everyone gets down to business.

She points out their own wagon, and the pair of smoking crates. "I believe these are what you are after. They started smoking when we arrived, and we've not a clue what may be the cause or the consequence."

Granas nods. "We have not opened them, though I did use some simple spellwork to make moving them easier but the steaming only started when we arrived here. Have one or both of you been inscribed to have access, I'd like some reassurance before they try going through the gate and concluding our business." Granas adds.

"I see," she replies, peering intently at the crates. Luna takes a deep breath and approaches them. Reaching out, she stops short of touching it and for just a moment her eyes magically glitter like frost.

A silence descends on the group. After a long moment it is broken by Rigel. "There's not a thing written that Luna can't read." The man's voice is hushed with respect. "It's a blessing."

"And a curse." Luna replies, still gazing at the wards.

Throughout all this Alwin loiters in the background, silently assessing the newcomers. Somewhat a mirror to Jorg really. But now our elven assassin turns on the charm and shifts the subject to a favourite topic; gold.

"I trust you good folks kindly brought the promised payment with you?" His eyes settle on the two priests expecting they are the likely source of the job. "It has been a long distance travelled, albeit quickly. There is nothing more satisfying than the successful conclusion of one's tasks." He smiles a bit to lighten the mood of the request and continues, "Besides, we can't rightly indulge in some overdue drink and festivities while we are still on duty, now, can we?"

"Of course not," answers Rigel with a smile. "Luna's in charge."

Luna looks up sharply, her elven eyes are back to their usual blue colour.

"I-" she stalls, looking quite wide-eyed and lovely. Her cheeks slowly flush red and she looks into Alwin's eyes. It is

Passed perception. The flushing cheeks do suggest she's genuinely embarrassed. Alas this means she wanted to bring payment and has not. Cheeks flushing on que is difficult for even talented actors to fake, a fairly reliable cue for honesty in this case.

she's embarrassed and likely cursing herself for forgetting something rather important. Luna turns to Rigel, with a helpless look on her face. "Rigel?"

Rigel shrugs at Luna and replies smoothly. "It's just how the world is Luna. May as well get used to it, because it's not going to change. Talk is cheap, but gold is the Forever King. Show him the goods."

Luna's eyes go wider, and

Those who passed their perception rolls notice. At the time of writing this is Granas, Runidia, Ivy and Alwin.

notice an almost reverent grin on Rigel's youthful face.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Luna accuses her fellow priest.

"Enjoying what? You did remember the pouch didn't you? And the letter?" His voice is light, and his eyes innocent.

"Well... I ... ah.. thought... you..."

Rigel allows Luna's inward agony to continue for a few heartbeats, and he is clearly enjoying himself. Then he grins impishly. "Of course I remembered all of that!"

Luna laughs in spite of herself, and lets out a held breath.

"Luna, you deal with the dangerous wards, I'm going somewhere safer. Hrm.. over there!" And he points to the nearby walnut tree, and promptly leaves Luna and whichever party members who wish to remain with her.

Ivy gives some additional details about the crates, and Luna listens intently.

"We were in a spot of bother on the river journey. A changeling had infiltrated our group, and so I prayed for intervention from noble Od. You may not know him in these parts. That does not matter, but understand this. My petition was heard. Od transported us to Adrianna's gates in an instant. After this point, we saw the crates smoking."

Luna looks grave and respectful. "We know Od well. It cannot be chance you arrived today. Thank you."

Adventurers, at this point please decide whether to remain with Luna and the smouldering wards of unknown power, or accompany Rigel to the safety of the walnut tree and speak of rewards. One cannot be in both places at the same time. Adventures are all about choices!

---

Rigel at the Walnut Tree
For those who follow Rigel, he says "This way friends, a little distance from the dangerous wards if you please." The young priest takes Alwin by the arm and politely leads him and any others to the walnut tree. Around thirty paces away. As he does so he reaches into his robe and pulls out a blue velvet pouch and an envelope sealed with wax.

Rigel leans comfortably against the walnut and lowers his voice. "A hundred and thirty thousand gold pieces would weigh well over two thousand pounds. I won't see you robbed the day after we part. Besides, I only knew you'd arrived this early a little more than an hour ago. But Rigel always has a plan."

He casts a wary eye to the guards at the checkpoint, but they are comfortably distant and not watching. Rigel's manner is certainly not of one youthful naivety. Was he always a priest? He continues, "This is diamond country. The pouch contains thirty thousand gold pieces worth of diamonds. And this is a letter of credit to one of the diamond trading houses in Adrianna. The head of our order, Sirius, has authorised a transfer of a hundred thousand gold coins of value to your company. There you can take your pay in whatever combination of gems and gold you wish."

Rigel looks at Goram the Troll steadily for a moment and then slowly runs a hand through his curly hair.

"I'll take you to exchange this letter for gold, diamonds, or whatever combination suits you. We will leave right now." He looks at Mürrischer with a sympathetic expression. "Now I may be able to talk the guard into granting your wolfen companion entry.. I didn't catch your name by the way." His eyes shift to Goram. "But we've no hope with your troll ally. Not unless you've some ideas that I lack."

"The troll will have to wait here at the checkpoint whomever else wishes to remain. The rest of you, join me with the guards to get you passes."

Those wishing to collect gold in Adrianna indicate your choice to go with Rigel.

GM Challenges to those with Rigel: Bonus XP for attempting to talk the guards into allowing our monstrous heroes entry into the city proper. I will reward success or failure, so long as it is entertaining. Those of you who are terrible charmers, use your disadvantages to write an amusing failure if you wish.

For Mürrischer to accompany you I require a successful Trust roll at a -20% penalty to convince the guards to allow him entry into the city. If he cannot accomplish this, one of his fellow party members might use their own charms to help out. I will waive the -20% penalty if there is some good roleplay and creative reasoning to allow the Wolfen entry.

To talk the guards into allowing Goram into the city it is harder, but not impossible. I require a Trust check with a penalty of -50%. Good roleplay and creative reasoning drops the penalty to -40%. This is an enduring weakness of playing a troll.

As Rigel and certain heroes approach the guards, here is your writing prompt:

The guards look at each other, then back at Rigel's group. "We don't trust trolls or wolfen," one of them says flatly. "You're not coming in."

---

Luna at Myfflin's Accursed Crates
For those who follow remain with Luna at the crates, she turns her attention back to the smoking wards.

After a moment, she speaks a word of prayer and a pigeon appears on her shoulder. It is similar to what Granas did earlier. She whispers a message to it, and the bird promptly flutters off. It heads in the direction of the trail from which this group had arrived.

Those present who pass a perception check hear the

Crates have arrived but the wards are smoking. The trap wards are damaged. I am coming immediately, please meet me halfway with all haste.

.

If Jorg and Runidia are present, she asks them, "Both of you please guard Rigel in the city and get him back safely. Fetch me a couple guards from the checkpoint to accompany me back to the temple. They know me and won't give you any trouble. I must leave right now."

She hesitates a moment before adding, "Please do keep Rigel out of trouble. You do recall what happened last time? And the time before that?"

GM Challenge to Jorg and Rigel: Bonus XP if you recall a delightful misadventure of Rigel's one time before when he went into Adrianna on business.

Those insisting on remaining with Luna (and I by no means expect you to, please feel free to remain as a group and get to know one another) please indicate your choice to remain with Luna.

WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS?

[Alwin]

Perception: 25% vs 1d100: [57] = 57
JIC: 1d20: [1] = 1 and 1d100: [34] = 34

Alwin watches the interaction between the priests curiously wondering, Is the playfulness their schtick or was it meant as a playful dig at us? He watches as the Elven priest's cheeks flush and for a brief moment find a tinge of desire for the innocence behind embarrassment. He seems for the briefest of moments to lost in her eyes, the trance breaking when she replies to Rigel. Looking back and forth between the two he suspects something deeper to their relationship and decides to let his curiosity fade. Two bad though... There was something about her. Probably not the one anyway.

When Rigel takes Alwin's arm he keeps his composure. These priests seem awful friendly. He considers Rigel's suggestion of moving and after a quick turn to look at the crates he nods in agreement. "Yes, better to leave those sorts of things to the professionals," he adds as he follows the man.

Rigel leans comfortably against the walnut and lowers his voice. "A hundred and thirty thousand gold pieces would weigh well over two thousand pounds. I won't see you robbed the day after we part. Besides, I only knew you'd arrived this early a little more than an hour ago. But Rigel always has a plan."

He casts a wary eye to the guards at the checkpoint, but they are comfortably distant and not watching. Rigel's manner is certainly not of one youthful naivety. Was he always a priest? He continues, "This is diamond country. The pouch contains thirty thousand gold pieces worth of diamonds. And this is a letter of credit to one of the diamond trading houses in Adrianna. The head of our order, Sirius, has authorized a transfer of a hundred thousand gold coins of value to your company. There you can take your pay in whatever combination of gems and gold you wish."

Rigel looks at Goram the Troll steadily for a moment and then slowly runs a hand through his curly hair.

"I'll take you to exchange this letter for gold, diamonds, or whatever combination suits you. We will leave right now." He looks at Mürrischer with a sympathetic expression. "Now I may be able to talk the guard into granting your wolfen companion entry.. I didn't catch your name by the way." His eyes shift to Goram. "But we've no hope with your troll ally. Not unless you've some ideas that I lack."

"The troll will have to wait here at the checkpoint whomever else wishes to remain. The rest of you, join me with the guards to get you passes."

When Rigel opens the pouch Alwin's eyes light up and lock onto the diamonds. Although he listens it is obvious his eyes don't leave the bounty as the man discusses the payment situation. "This is sufficient proof of funds, and your proposal seems honest and fair. We can come with you into the city." He pauses turning to Rigel then continues, "Sir... Goram... will be coming with us. See, as you all seem so keenly aware of him, so do bandits. Bandits tend to second guess stupid life choices when a troll is involved. Let me talk with the guards and see if we can get them to change their mind."

Alwin walks with Rigel to the check point guards.

The guards look at each other, then back at Rigel's group. "We don't trust trolls or wolfen," one of them says flatly. "You're not coming in."

"Gentlemen, that is a very standard view of the world these days. But... you gentlemen don't look very standard. You seem to me, intelligent, cultured men." Alwin smiles gesturing back to Goram and Muri, "Let me introduce you to my colleagues. Sir... Goram, it not a troll by any standard means. He is trained knight, and I can promise you that even the briefest of conversations with him will confirm he is different."

Alwin smiles widely as his mind falls back to watching the troll fawn over Ivy's dog, very different indeed. Shaking his head he continues, "And as I was explaining to RIgel here. He is very useful in deterring bandits."

Alwin turns to look at Muri, "This wolfen, his name is Muri." Cocking his head slightly he turns back to the guards, "Well, that is what I call him anyway. And he is so tame... it doesn't even bother him that I have a hard time with his full name. He is a wonderful ranger as you might imagine. I mean look at that nose... smell a squirrel from a mile away he will." Alwin lifts his arms and hand palm up. "Neither of them are of a violent nature. We have been here for most of the day. Have either of them even given you reason for pause?"

Relaxing his arms and allowing his head to tilt back he finishes, "Now let's talk business, what will it take for my friends and I all to travel with Rigel so we can complete our deliver transactions? Is there a license or pass we can purchase?" Alwin winks at whoever spoke first.

Charm/Impress: 40% vs 1d100: [95] = 95
Invoke Trust/Intimidate: 40% vs 1d100: [72] = 72

[Granas]

Perception: 1d100: [6] = 6 /46%
[JiC: 1d100: [64] = 64 / 1d20: [18] = 18

Conditions: Sixth Sense [Inactive, 2ISP] | PPE used: 10/245 | Spell Strength: 15

Granas' sudden shift in attention and stature prompts Skye to stay out of sight in the tree lines and observe the encounter from a comfortable distance after his meal.

Track by Sight: 1d100: [67] = 67 /88%
Track by Smell: 1d100: [84] = 84 /60%
Prowl: 1d100: [72] = 72 /88% (Not getting shot at)

Skills
Charm/Impress: 1d100: [14] = 14 /50% [Originally did roll Trust before rereading spell]

Post

Granas watches the exchange between Rigel and Luna, not unlike brother and sister to him; it reminds him of his banterings with Elena. Though in his case, Elena taunted him being the elder, must be a pecking order thing. Granas winces slightly when Alwin so bluntly asks about payment, though the wizard can't fault his elven ally in his train of thought. Not much for tact. Ah well. While I've not heard of their group, their personas at least lessen my concern. I am still concerned for our two friends in these parts. Granas considers, glancing to Murri and Goram then the guards who've likely had a bead on them the whole time, finally sighing softly. So much mistrust, such hatred. There must be a way to cure that feeling. Granas considers with his familiar.

"Luna, you deal with the dangerous wards, I'm going somewhere safer. Hrm.. over there!"

Upon the initial split, Granas deigns to stay with Luna and the crates as she inspects them. He watches as she studies the wards then prays for a pigeon, not unlike Ivy. A dedicated worshipper. He ponders as he watches the pigeon fly away. When Luna turns to Jorg and/or Runidia, telling them to stay with Rigel, Granas nods.

"If you need to make haste, I would offer my help if needed. Otherwise, I'm sure Rigel can take us into the city." Granas offers, fully expecting her to decline and simply leave. Granas will return to Rigel and the others at this point as they finish up looking at the pouch of diamonds and Rigel gives his warning.

"But we've no hope with your troll ally. Not unless you've some ideas that I lack." .. "The troll will have to wait here at the checkpoint whomever else wishes to remain. The rest of you, join me with the guards to get you passes."

Granas approaches after departing from Luna as the priestess departed, Granas takes a moment to cast Charismatic Aura on himself before returning to Rigel and the others. Granas approaches the guards with Rigel and the others to get head into the city and visibly pauses when Alwin steps forward to deliver his horrible sales pitch. It almost makes Granas laugh out of embarrassment. Gods I hope the guards don't shoot him. Granas ponders to himself with a small, knowing smile.

"We don't trust trolls or wolfen," ... "You're not coming in."

"Now let's talk business, what will it take for my friends and I all to travel with Rigel so we can complete our deliver transactions? Is there a license or pass we can purchase?"

Granas steps forward after Alwin's delivery to add a cherry. "My friends, if we are to bridge the gap from hate and fear in this world to better things, it has to start somewhere. It could start here, right now, with us, together. My companions, Sir Goram and Master Mürrischer are of a civilized folk. I can assure you the only thing to worry about is how others react to seeing them in the city." Granas nods towards Ivy and Ambrosios. "Quiet protective of that dog, Sir Goram and Mürrischer both, just like anyone would be with a good heart. I would challenge you to give us the benefit of the doubt; assign a guard escort if you wish and let us earn your trust through our actions." Granas considers aloud, hoping his added dialogue will help shift the guards to allow Goram and Murri into the city.

[Mürrischer Reisender]

Perception: 1d100: [63] = 63 /39%
JIC: 1d20: [10] = 10 / 1d100: [49] = 49

Greetings are exchanged and the two groups eyeball one another. Jorg is watchful for traps and tricks, particularly with a fully grown troll in view. Runidia takes special notice of the elf, wolfen and also the troll. Mürrischer appraises the new arrivals and his instinctive sniff. It reveals nothing out of the ordinary. Meanwhile Skye gets out of sight.

Not getting anything through his nose of interest, he snoffs like a dog that has lost interest in a particular scent. He looks at the group for anything to say, but for a time doesn't find any.

"I see," she replies, peering intently at the crates. Luna takes a deep breath and approaches them. Reaching out, she stops short of touching it and for just a moment her eyes magically glitter like frost.

A silence descends on the group. After a long moment it is broken by Rigel. "There's not a thing written that Luna can't read." The man's voice is hushed with respect. "It's a blessing."

"And a curse." Luna replies, still gazing at the wards.

"I find that interesting." He pipes up from his silence with true interest. "Might help with maps at some point."

"Of course not," answers Rigel with a smile. "Luna's in charge."

Luna looks up sharply, her elven eyes are back to their usual blue colour.

That adorable little girl? He tilts his head in wonder. Not about to doubt it. He doesn't say anything.

"I-" she stalls, looking quite wide-eyed and lovely. Her cheeks slowly flush red and she looks into Alwin's eyes. It is clear to Alwin she's embarrassed and likely cursing herself for forgetting something rather important. Luna turns to Rigel, with a helpless look on her face. "Rigel?"

Rigel shrugs at Luna and replies smoothly. "It's just how the world is Luna. May as well get used to it, because it's not going to change. Talk is cheap, but gold is the Forever King. Show him the goods."

He watches, smirk cracking through on the side of his face in amusement. "There a problem?"

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Luna accuses her fellow priest.

"Enjoying what? You did remember the pouch didn't you? And the letter?" His voice is light, and his eyes innocent.

"Well... I ... ah.. thought... you..."

Rigel allows Luna's inward agony to continue for a few heartbeats, and he is clearly enjoying himself. Then he grins impishly. "Of course I remembered all of that!"

He continues to watch with his own amusement and internally shakes it away. "A little hurried were we?"

"Luna, you deal with the dangerous wards, I'm going somewhere safer. Hrm.. over there!" And he points to the nearby walnut tree, and promptly leaves Luna and whichever party members who wish to remain with her.

His attention shift as quickly as Rigel decides to relocate. What? Did I miss something? You just got here? He watches a moment before looking back to Luna as if there would be some level of answer to what just happened. After a moment, he decides to follow Rigel to the tree, casting a gaze around, watching for anything that may be trying to hide, nose active at the same time. "Yes. That is a walnut."

The skills for routing out anyone in hiding around the walnut:
Track blood scent 1d100: [9] = 9 /32%
Recognize scent of others 1d100: [82] = 82 /28%
Detect Ambush 1d100: [69] = 69 /50%

Rigel at the Walnut Tree
For those who follow Rigel, he says "This way friends, a little distance from the dangerous wards if you please." The young priest takes Alwin by the arm and politely leads him and any others to the walnut tree. Around thirty paces away. As he does so he reaches into his robe and pulls out a blue velvet pouch and an envelope sealed with wax.

He stops at the walnut with the others there and momentarily shows more interest in the tree, old knowledge from home coming to mind. The things I can do with this beautiful lumber.

Rigel leans comfortably against the walnut and lowers his voice. "A hundred and thirty thousand gold pieces would weigh well over two thousand pounds. I won't see you robbed the day after we part. Besides, I only knew you'd arrived this early a little more than an hour ago. But Rigel always has a plan."

He casts a wary eye to the guards at the checkpoint, but they are comfortably distant and not watching. Rigel's manner is certainly not of one youthful naivety. Was he always a priest? He continues, "This is diamond country. The pouch contains thirty thousand gold pieces worth of diamonds. And this is a letter of credit to one of the diamond trading houses in Adrianna. The head of our order, Sirius, has authorised a transfer of a hundred thousand gold coins of value to your company. There you can take your pay in whatever combination of gems and gold you wish."

"I see." The sound of a lot of money bringing him into the conversation. "More than I expected for a couple crates."

"I'll take you to exchange this letter for gold, diamonds, or whatever combination suits you. We will leave right now." He looks at Mürrischer with a sympathetic expression. "Now I may be able to talk the guard into granting your wolfen companion entry.. I didn't catch your name by the way." His eyes shift to Goram. "But we've no hope with your troll ally. Not unless you've some ideas that I lack."

"Mürrischer." He answers in his only guttural, Wolfen way possible. He deflates, feeling his odds of convincing anyone to let him enter. I have to at least try to get in through the front door. "I'm a hunter and traveler. Not what I'm sure the people are used to.

As Rigel and certain heroes approach the guards, here is your writing prompt:

The guards look at each other, then back at Rigel's group. "We don't trust trolls or wolfen," one of them says flatly. "You're not coming in."

His ears fall flat as they're stopped at the gate, his thoughts proven. I haven't even done anything yet... But that's about as well as expected. He looks at the guard, looking for an answer to get him in, "I assure you, I won't be in very long and if that's not enough, I'm plenty skilled in medicine, general labor jobs, or possibly better; I could be an intermediate between my kind and yours. I have no int'rest in harming anyone," Is his opening argument to get into the city.

Alwin turns to look at Muri, "This wolfen, his name is Muri." Cocking his head slightly he turns back to the guards, "Well, that is what I call him anyway. And he is so tame... it doesn't even bother him that I have a hard time with his full name. He is a wonderful ranger as you might imagine. I mean look at that nose... smell a squirrel from a mile away he will." Alwin lifts his arms and hand palm up. "Neither of them are of a violent nature. We have been here for most of the day. Have either of them even given you reason for pause?"

Now I know you wanted me gone not four days ago. Is his first thought hearing Alwin put in a good word for the Wolfen. He runs with it, "He's right. No bite without a reason. And there hasn't been a reason. Probably won't be one.

Relaxing his arms and allowing his head to tilt back he finishes, "Now let's talk business, what will it take for my friends and I all to travel with Rigel so we can complete our deliver transactions? Is there a license or pass we can purchase?" Alwin winks at whoever spoke first.

"All I want to do." He reiterates. "Get the coin from our employer and go back to our travels."

Granas steps forward after Alwin's delivery to add a cherry. "My friends, if we are to bridge the gap of hate and fear in this world, it has to start somewhere. It could start here, right now, with us, together. My companions, Sir Goram and Master Mürrischer are of a civilized folk. I can assure you the only thing to worry about is how others react to seeing them in the city." Granas nods towards Ivy and Ambrosios. "Quiet protective of that dog, Sir Goram and Mürrischer both, just like anyone would be with a good heart. I would challenge you to give us the benefit of the doubt; assign a guard escort if you wish and let us earn your trust through our actions." Granas considers aloud, hoping his added dialogue will help shift the guards to allow Goram and Murri into the city.

I do like the dog His head briefly guides in the direction of Ambrosious and returns to the conversation quickly. He realizes the rest of what Granas said and an ear twists, What are you implying? I could bite. I just choose not to. that probably won't help me get inside. He nods in agreement, "I'll be a good Wolfen the whole time." He can't even believe he said it, whether the others did too or not. After a moment of contemplation, the big, dark furred Wolfen decides to give his best attempt at puppy dog eyes he can with his great wolfish mug.

Invoke Trust: 1d100: [31] = 31 /10%

[Jorg Ashblight]

Perception (21%): 1d100: [22] = 22
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20
JIC: 1d100: [35] = 35
Initiative: 1d20: [16] = 16
APM: 5

Rested, full health, fully equipped, speaking Northern human dialect

Jorg literally facepalms at Rigels antics, peeking up at him a moment later through his gloved fingers. He dismounts his horse and leads him by the reign to the delivering party. While looking over at the Drunken monk, he speaks to the visiting group. "Brew Master Rigel has a sense of humor that most of his trade do after way to many taste testings of his product, whether good or bad, and wouldn't be surprised if he has the bad eyesight to go with it for concoctions too strong. I feel bad for Sister Luna at times having to take on a more motherly or big sister type role with the newer priest that is Rigel"

Looks over that of the delivered crates. "So you said they were smoking?" Walks over to the crates and begins going over the exterior to see if the seals were broken, and if they are revealed to have been opened.



When they approach the guards for entering the town, he stops before he goes into town, looks back at the Wolfen and troll, then sighs. "Remember, you're not allowed in the Tavern. He said he would have you locked up and or skinned if you ever entered his establishment again. That was a night to be alive and present, ye ole "Piss and Vinegar". Still can't believe you called what he made Vinegar, and he took that in some sort of way, he started insulting the wine you make in the monastery, and you were so drunk you decided to just let yourself go right on his bar and in a few mugs telling him that it would probably taste better than other piss he sells. The look on his face was priceless! HA!" Jorg points over his shoulder with his thumb. "It's probably best someone stays behind with these blokes that the guards are semi-familar with, so they feel a bit more at ease with them, and so they don't get a little handy handsey and one on one with our delivery personal. Besides, it's not everyday one gets to talk up a wolfen and troll."

"Good luck with him Luna" With that he will watch as his guard and forge partner traverses inside with Rigel and Luna. Then proceeds to the two party members who were excluded from sightseeing in town.

"So Fellows, this your first time in the area?"

[Ivy]

Perception: 1d100: [29] = 29 /38%
Just in Case: 1d20: [5] = 5 ; 1d100: [61] = 61

Thoughts of reward are far from Ivy's mind as Rigel leads a portion of the group away to the walnut tree. I am sure Alwin will handle all that better than I ever could. Ivy remains with the elven priest Luna and watches her examine the crates.

"I see," she replies, peering intently at the crates. Luna takes a deep breath and approaches them. Reaching out, she stops short of touching it and for just a moment her eyes magically glitter like frost.
A silence descends on the group. After a long moment it is broken by Rigel. "There's not a thing written that Luna can't read." The man's voice is hushed with respect. "It's a blessing."
"And a curse." Luna replies, still gazing at the wards.

Ivy's sharp intake of breath is audible as she witnesses Luna's strange ability. Certainly a blessing if you ask me.

She watches at a respectful distance in case anyone needs her. When Luna's messenger pigeon appears she smiles. I really must learn that. It would save an awful lot of time.

"If you need to make haste, I would offer my help if needed. Otherwise, I'm sure Rigel can take us into the city." Granas offers, fully expecting her to decline and simply leave. Granas will return to Rigel and the others at this point as they finish up looking at the pouch of diamonds and Rigel gives his warning.

Ivy nods in understanding. "I will stay here awhile. If they need you it seems they have ample pigeons."

Ivy does indeed linger longer when Granas departs. She is fairly certain Luna is more powerful and would not truly need assistance, but she is curious about the Order of Stars. They know Od, so they must be very well studied. I've never heard of them, so they must come from far away. Which, in that case, makes them even more well studied to know faraway Od in the north.

Those present who pass a perception check hear the

Crates have arrived but the wards are smoking. The trap wards are damaged. I am coming immediately, please meet me halfway with all haste.

.

In this moment Ivy is torn between assisting Granas or remaining with Luna. She silently prays for guidance to get some sense of what dangers lie ahead. Where should I be?

Prayer of Communion 1d100: [93] = 93 / 42%

Then it hits her. Not divine messengers, but rather the force of Granas' magic.
Save vs Magic 1d20: [3] = 3 -An auto fail !

Looking at Granas, she sees he grows in stature and strangely looks far more commanding. Not to mention, rather good looking. For a human. She raises her eyes heavenward with wonder. Not all signs from the gods are direct. I hear and obey. And so she decides to remain with Luna.

"Luna, could I join you?" Ivy inquires politely. "It may be providence that brought me here at this moment. I can move swiftly with Ambrosius and scout ahead, or accompany you in the cart. If you know Od you'd know he'd never allow me to travel a thousand miles for the sake of a payment. I had thought it was to escape the changeling spellcaster at our heels, but the more I see things unfolding here and now I do believe there is a reason I'm here right now." She shrugs and points in the direction of Rigel and the others. "They can collect payment, and truthfully I am not all that interested in that. I suspect neither is Od. Let us go together, and Granas and the others can perhaps join us at your temple with Rigel once they settle accounts. What do you say?"

Invoke Trust/Intimidate 1d100: [43] = 43 / 95% [Trust roll for Luna. It seems Rigel has enough help with trust, so I thought to work with Luna]

Before departing, she cannot help but be magically compelled to glance backwards at the magically sexy Granas. Wow. It's better I leave with Luna. Definitely better for us all.

As she turns back to the road ahead, she also catches Ambrosius also gazing longingly at the wizard. She pats him fondly. "I know my dear Ambrosius. I know."

Perhaps someday I'll find a good gnomish husband. Settle down somewhere very green. She has a wistful expression on her face.

[Runidia Shatterhelm]

Perception: 1d100: [75] = 75 / 36%
JiC d100: 1d100: [2] = 2 ; JiC d20: 1d20: [7] = 7

As the group splits, Runidia elects to, at first, stay with Luna. Keep both of their charges covered and all that, until she is quickly told otherwise by the elf.

If Jorg and Runidia are present, she asks them, "Both of you please guard Rigel in the city and get him back safely. Fetch me a couple guards from the checkpoint to accompany me back to the temple. They know me and won't give you any trouble. I must leave right now."

She hesitates a moment before adding, "Please do keep Rigel out of trouble. You do recall what happened last time? And the time before that?"

When they approach the guards for entering the town, he stops before he goes into town, looks back at the Wolfen and troll, then sighs. "Remember, you're not allowed in the Tavern. He said he would have you locked up and or skinned if you ever entered his establishment again. That was a night to be alive and present, ye ole "Piss and Vinegar". Still can't believe you called what he made Vinegar, and he took that in some sort of way, he started insulting the wine you make in the monastery, and you were so drunk you decided to just let yourself go right on his bar and in a few mugs telling him that it would probably taste better than other piss he sells. The look on his face was priceless! HA!"

The story gets Runidia to laugh outrageously, mirth amply clear on her face at the retelling of events as she approaches the group from behind, having missed them at the walnut tree and catching up as they're approaching the guards. She likely is part of the reason some of the attempts to help the guards out have difficulty - it's hard to hear reason when a dwarf is laughing in the background.


She thumps Jorg in the side once she's calmed down, though her eyes still twinkle a bit. "Better'n tha time Rigel thought Luna's dare ta get 'im streakin' through the town was taken serious, eh? Ah've never seen so many guards so 'orrified at somethin' as simple as a drunkard racin' down tha streets!" her chortling continues a bit, before she calms down, and gives a wave to the others in the group.

"Ah'm sorry, jus' can't help but remember fond times." She doesn't bother trying to talk the guards into letting them enter - half the time she wasn't allowed in. Break a guard captain's nose one time an' they all get fussy 'bout you walkin' around! Instead, she settles back and watches her new companions with a smirk, listening to their attempts at convincing the guards to let the odd ones out be less left out.

Jorg points over his shoulder with his thumb. "It's probably best someone stays behind with these blokes that the guards are semi-familar with, so they feel a bit more at ease with them, and so they don't get a little handy handsey and one on one with our delivery personal. Besides, it's not everyday one gets to talk up a wolfen and troll."

Should the troll and wolfen not be allowed in, Runidia reaches over and gives Jorg a firm (read: near painful) slap on the back. "Glad yer volunteerin'!" She looks at the knight and ranger with a grin. "Take care not t' get too bored out here! Ah'll bring back some ale fer you if'n Ah remember to!" The dwarf laughs again, before moving in with Rigel and the others.

[Alwin]

Perception: 25% vs 1d100: [57] = 57
JIC: 1d20: [1] = 1 and 1d100: [34] = 34

Alwin is drawn to the source of the velvet flowing words as he turns and sees Granas for what seems like the first time. Wow, is all he can think as he sees a he wizard standing before the guards addressing them with pure honey. I don’t know if it’s secondary oponi or what but that wizard is one smooth human!

Eyes locked on Granas he blurts out without thinking, ”Your beard looks amazing today Granas! I mean really! Do you treat it with anything?”

Lost in the moment he wonders, I really need to talk with him about how he maintains such a youthful and vigorous vibe!

[Ivy]

[Rolls Held]

The following happens if Luna gives Ivy enough time to assist a few minutes with the problem of the city guard.

Ivy has to admit it. They're going to need all the help they can get. The priestess sighs. No matter how dreamy Granas is looking right now.

"Give me a minute Luna, I'll catch up if you can't wait." With that she rushes late into the scene.

Eyes locked in Granas he blurts out without thinking, ”Your beard looks amazing today Granas! I mean really! Do you treat it with anything?”

"It is true, and I wonder why we only noticed until now?" Ivy wonders out loud as the short gnome stands next to Alwin. She looks over her wolfen friend, "Perhaps if Mürrischer were to stay close to us the guards might be amenable?" She looks to the guards for confirmation, smiling sympathetically.

"But we still have a giant problem with those in the city! Even if Granas is really really really stupidly ridiculously good looking." She shakes her head as if to clear it.
"Sorry," Ivy says apologetically. "But now I'm having trouble concentrating." She takes a breath and resists the urge to blush. What is wrong with me? I am two centuries too old for that sort of thing. Perhaps it's magic? It must be magic!

She turns her back on Granas and she focuses her thoughts on the eight foot tall wolfen. "The heart of the problem is, even if our guard friends here are convinced that Mürrischer is coming in peace, the people of the city won't know that!"

She looks about for something. "We have to cover him up. Completely. With...." At that moment she spies something black. It might be a black cloak or scarf. She hurries over and grabs it, holding it aloft for all to see. "With this!"

Ivy beckons for Mürrischer to bend down as he is far taller that the gnome could ever hope to reach. Then she enwraps his face entirely with black cloth. As she works she explains, "I heard desert folk wear scarves around their faces to keep the sand out of their lungs. So why not cover him thus?"

She asks the guards, "If you agree to Mürrischer entering, we can promise to keep him covered up so he does not frighten folk. He can even disarm himself here or at the gate if that is your wish?" She looks rather satisfied and looks to the guard captain, "If other guards enquire, we will be honest naturally, and show them the pass you give us. But the public will not be sent into a panic."

"Covered in a black wrap, and perhaps a hood, Mürrischer might just look like a half-giant of sorts. We can call him the Man in Black. Say he was burned with acid or something."

Invoke Trust/Intimidate 1d100: [75] = 75 / 95% [Trust roll for the guards. If it is a -20% penalty I have *just* made it. Ivy is being honest with them, and trying to solve the issue of appearances to the public. And taking a line out of this amazing Princess Bride flavor we have going here]

[Alwin]

Perception: 25% vs 1d100: [57] = 57
JIC: 1d20: [1] = 1 and 1d100: [34] = 34

Alwin keeps his eyes on Granas as he listens to Ivy, His beard just seems to glisten. I mean, like he just freshly washed it and it is still a little damp. And his eyes...

Ivy mentions wrapping Muri in a cloak and he is caught of guard, ...Wait. What? Wrap him in a cloak. Wouldn't that be trying to hide him? I mean, then if someone sees him, they will think we snuck him in. He pauses to consider the difference between just bringing the wolfen in and concealing him, Isn't it more honest to just keep him open? Meaning we have nothing to hide? But... some people will be nervous no matter what. They won't see it as being open and honest. They will just be scared no matter what.

Looking up He catches sight of Granas again, his skin... so clear too. He must have Elven blood. Forgetting the existential dilemma of whether to conceal the wolfen or walk him openly he blurts out, "You must have Elven blood Granas, do you know?"

[Granas]

[Rolls Held]

"I'll be a good Wolfen the whole time."

”Your beard looks amazing today Granas! I mean really! Do you treat it with anything?”

"It is true, and I wonder why we only noticed until now?" "But we still have a giant problem with those in the city! Even if Granas is really really really stupidly ridiculously good looking." .... "Sorry," Ivy says apologetically. "But now I'm having trouble concentrating."

Granas notices the sudden awe of his traveling companions with a soft bow. Oops, I should've warned them. Hopefully none of them are angry about being affected by my magic and good food will calm any unrest; I don't want to harm any trust I've built. I'll be more careful next time. Granas quietly considers, Ivy turning her back to him not going unnoticed. "Ah, friends, I'd gladly answer over dinner at one of the taverns by the port?" Granas offers as well, glancing towards the guards. "They might be more amenable to unusual visitors than the rest of the townsfolk." He adds another cherry after Ivy's idea of camouflaging the poor wolfen. It causes me great turmoil to see that this is something we need to consider; that there is so much tension and hate. I wonder if a world of peace could ever exist; perhaps not friendship, but a co-existance. Ah, nothing more than a reverie. Granas mentally deflates briefly as the group must consider smuggling their counterpart in with the guards help. Ironic. Granas muses but doesn't detract from Ivy's idea as it could work well with the Guard's approval. Since we're already telling them, may as well ask them. Granas adds, nodding his head to himself but not saying anything after his brief comments above.

"You must have Elven blood Granas, do you know?"

Granas almost winces but manages to maintain appearances as he tries to laugh off his new-found elven brother. His resistance must've been exceptionally low at the time my aura hit him. Bastilla would chastise me for so irresponsibly using that spell; I will have to write about this mistake later. Granas pauses, genuinely bothered that his spell had affected his allies and mentally smacking himself for forgetting. It is unethical to use spells on those you travel with without their consent unless you suspect you or they are in danger. Larger area spells are no different. He reminds himself. Then turns to Alwin. "I certainly have Elven spirit. Come, we should make haste inside." Granas smiles, not addressing his bloodline at all and looking to the Guards.

[Locknar]

The Man In Black arrives.
Adrianna City Checkpoint and Adrianna Merchant's Quarter
Date: 24 September, 345
Weather: Clear skies
Time: Noon

Alwin holding Blue Velvet Pouch with 8 diamonds (altogether worth 30,000 gold pieces)

Ivy lingers with Luna and the smoking crates. Torn between two possible pathways, the priest prays for divine guidance. If there was a sign given, she surely

Failed roll for Communion

. Perhaps a lack of signs is in itself a sign?

Whilst this happens both Jorg and Runidia relate amusing anecdotes about Rigel's previous escapades. Luna chuckles at the reminders, and then turns to Ivy as she earnestly

A very successful Trust roll from Ivy

.

"Luna, could I join you?" Ivy inquires politely. "It may be providence that brought me here at this moment. I can move swiftly with Ambrosius and scout ahead, or accompany you in the cart. If you know Od you'd know he'd never allow me to travel a thousand miles for the sake of a payment. I had thought it was to escape the changeling spellcaster at our heels, but the more I see things unfolding here and now I do believe there is a reason I'm here right now." She shrugs and points in the direction of Rigel and the others. "They can collect payment, and truthfully I am not all that interested in that. I suspect neither is Od. Let us go together, and Granas and the others can perhaps join us at your temple with Rigel once they settle accounts. What do you say?"

Luna looks thoughtfully at Ivy, her eyes narrowed speculatively. "I would not be surprised if the All-Father has taken an interest," she muses. "Very well, come with me to the Temple. The reasons why might become clearer to us both once you see our home." She glances at Rigel's group approaching the checkpoint, and sees Ivy's face.

"I won't leave for a few minutes. You have time." Luna assures her.

And so Ivy, Jorg and Runidia join the rest of the party at the checkpoint. There are discussions afoot. The party attempt to convince the guards to allow Mürrischer and Goram entry into the city.

Alwin commences negotiations with all the innate charm and lovability of a used teabag.

"Gentlemen, that is a very standard view of the world these days. But... you gentlemen don't look very standard. You seem to me, intelligent, cultured men." Alwin smiles gesturing back to Goram and Muri, "Let me introduce you to my colleagues. Sir... Goram, it not a troll by any standard means. He is trained knight, and I can promise you that even the briefest of conversations with him will confirm he is different."

Alwin's technique comes across as smarmy with altogether too much white-toothed grinning. The guards frown and Alwin is answered by folded arms and severe looks. Before he is halfway through there is already a sea of shaking heads. Shaking heads which turn to....

Lo and behold; Granas enters the scene. Stacking the deck with magic, he glows under the influence of a Charismatic Aura. It is like a modern shampoo commercial, but centered upon his youthful beard.

"What a guy," someone mutters in awe. The spell likewise affects those he did not intend; his own party. Only Jorg seems truly unaffected by it all, and likely wonders what all the fuss is about.

Granas speaks eloquently of many things. Of bridging the gap between hatred and fear. Of building trust and civilisation. Alwin is particularly 'enchanted' by all this. Indeed he is positively inspired. He only wants to know one thing.

”Your beard looks amazing today Granas! I mean really! Do you treat it with anything?”

He never does get the answer though, for at this moment Mürrischer lays on the puppy dog eyes.

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A grizzled sergeant, by the name of Captain Tomass, looks dubiously at Mürrischer, and addresses he and Granas. "Look friends, I can't authorise something like this since.... GAH!" He shudders as Goram steps forward with his own

.

"Dear Gods it's hideous!" the sergeant gasps at the troll.
"We can't have that walking the streets, even if he's tame folk will riot!" and other voices join a chorus of dissent directed at Goram. If anything, it makes Mürrischer look a lot easier on the eyes.

Ivy proposes a solution, and with a borrowed cloak from one of the lady guards proceeds to transform Mürrischer the Wolfen into 'The Man In Black'. Mürrischer likewise explains he intends only a brief visit to claim moneys owed him. Captain Tomass nods at this and listens intently.

When Mürrischer finishes there is a chorus of murmuring. Captain Tomass raises a hand for silence. Voices hush and they await a decision. He scratches his chin and looks at Ivy and Mürrischer appraisingly. "I appreciate the thought Priestess, and your honesty Master Mürrischer." he says critically, "This is not unprecedented, but it is damn uncommon. So this how it will be.

The troll stays here. No way. No how. That's all there is to it.

The Wolfen, masked up, may enter the city. Provided one of my guard volunteers to escort you every step of the way. I won't order any to do so. The mask won't fool the guard, not with your frame, and that's not the point. The point is to blunt reactions from the citizenry.

If a guard agrees to go with you, that guard is your shadow. Believe it, the guard will save you a lot of grief. You would do well to listen. Folk will need time to get used to you. Word is a war with your kind is brewing in the north, so folk are quite jumpy about strange furred types walking around unescorted.

You may stay as long as the guard is with you, and your City Pass will say as much. If you're found without guard you'll be arrested. At best. If the guard wants to go home to family, and that will happen sooner or later, you are to depart the city first. Since you say you don't need a lot of time, this ought to work out just fine for you.

Are we agreed?"

"All I want to do." He reiterates. "Get the coin from our employer and go back to our travels."

"Right then," Captain Tomass says with a nod. He turns to his guard crew. "Volunteers to escort our guest, the Man in Black?"

A

steps forward. It is the guard Ivy borrowed a black cloak from. Clearly a veteran from a skirmish, though wounds are healed the scars remain.

"I'll go, need to get my cloak back anyway. Only one I have and can't afford a new one." She says as she steps forward. Turning to Mürrischer she nods curtly, "Name's Alise." She then bows slightly to the remainder of the group, though her eyes linger a moment on Granas and a slight smile escapes her.

Granas and Ivy with passed perception

notice.

A deal is struck, Captain Tomass issues City Passes to each of you. This includes Ivy should the gnome change her mind. Then you are on your way.

The Man In Black, being of Wolfen height, towers above you all.

Ivy, your adventure continues here.

As you ascend the switchback once more, the Charismatic Aura's magic fades.

Rigel speaks up, "We are lucky. Captain Tomass is hard but fair-minded. I'm rather glad none of you tried bribing him. Stay with me and we'll head right to a rather excellent diamond trading house I know."

You're all halted at the gates momentarily while passes are examined, and then you are through.

Adrianna bustles with activity at this hour of the day, and ordinarily the party would be forced to wend their way through the press.

But not today.

The crowd seems to give our heroes a wide berth, and they make good time with Rigel cheerfully leading the way. Folk give Mürrischer looks; curious and occasionally fearful. Those looks are allayed at the sight of Alise the Guard closeby.

The buildings are uniformly of white stone and the city looks rather old.

"Merchant's Quarter is that way," Rigel points to a busy side street. "It's a safe enough town, but keep your wits about you. There is an active and lively thieves guild in every city and this one is no exception."

Though he acts a fool his eyes are everywhere as folk pass by. Every now and then during conversation his Eastern accent slips slightly. It is faint, and at first Granas might have not thought anything of it. But it is certainly there.

a few things about Rigel. Alise grunts agreement, and continues to shadow Mürrischer as they walk. She seems to be taking her job with utmost seriousness.

Note: The Charismatic Aura spell has faded. If you wish to react accordingly, this is a splendid time.
Additional Note: Ivy, while you are split from the main group your post shall come shortly in a separate thread.

WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS?

[Granas]

Perception: 1d100: [82] = 82 /46%
[JiC: 1d100: [88] = 88 / 1d20: [18] = 18

Conditions: Sixth Sense [Inactive, 2ISP] | PPE used: 10/245 | Spell Strength: 15

Skye remains with Goram for the time being.

Track by Sight: 1d100: [100] = 100 /88%
Track by Smell: 1d100: [69] = 69 /60%
Prowl: 1d100: [52] = 52 /88% (Not getting shot at)

Skills

Post

The troll stays here. No way. No how. That's all there is to it.

The Wolfen, masked up, may enter the city.

Are we agreed?"

Granas doesn't speak again after his final comments and instead directs his gaze to Captain Tomass who addresses the situation and reveals his decisions regarding Goram specifically, Granas only releases a brief sigh while mentally relaxing and connecting to his familiar. I hate that one of our party still must be excluded. Skye, how would you feel about staying near Goram, maybe even keep him company? It'd be safer for all of us if he stays with the guard post that's already used to him. I'll let you know if I need anything. Granas asks and feels the tug of apprehension but final acceptance of Granas' request. "Yes, Captain. Your terms are fair and I trust Goram to be safe with you and your troop without us here. Thank you for working with Mürrischer." Granas agrees, not really willing to argue further and test his magic against already apprehensive guards. Granas places his pass in his waistbag.

"I'll go, need to get my cloak back anyway. Only one I have and can't afford a new one." ... "Name's Alise."

Granas returns the bow from Alise, though as he notices her gaze linger on him, the wizard has to fight another wince. She, too, appears to be affected much like Alwin. I must keep my interactions with her to a limit until the spell elapses. Bending minds in such a way was not my goal. Granas realizes, mentally wrestling with the journal entry he'd be writing tonight, briefly glancing back to Ivy before turning to greet Alise properly. "Well met, Lady Alise, I am Granas. Thank you for being willing to work with us." Granas offers simply. While Granas tries to keep his interaction short, he can't hide his brief appreciation of Alise. A woman who has fought and won many battles; such scars only add to their beauty. Granas thinks to himself and then looks away, avoiding eye contact with Alise or Ivy while either of them remain in effect of the spell and fights a flush of embarrassment. I must be sure to apologize to Ivy for having such a detrimental affect on her. Granas considers, genuinely concerned now that when the others realize it was a spell before Granas has time to explain, it may upset them. Granas joins Rigel and the others up the switchbacks

"We are lucky. Captain Tomass is hard but fair-minded. I'm rather glad none of you tried bribing him. Stay with me and we'll head right to a rather excellent diamond trading house I know."

Granas nods in agreement, donning his hood up the switchbacks and reclusing into his head and not speaking much until the spell effects wears off. "Thank you for your willingness to facilitate this, Rigel. What is your association with the Temple of Astra, and what can you tell me about it? It is not one I am familiar with." Granas asks in earnest, hoping Rigel will offer some insight on their crew during the trek up.

Upon entering Adrianna, Granas is reminded why he doesn't like cities. "Everything's so... structured." Granas mutters. Most of the masses are willing to be ruled peacefully so long as their comforts are provided and disruption is minimal. We are that disruption. If Bastilla could see me now she'd think I forgot everything she taught me. Granas chastises himself, the wizard truly his own worst enemy.

"Merchant's Quarter is that way," Rigel points to a busy side street. "It's a safe enough town, but keep your wits about you. There is an active and lively thieves guild in every city and this one is no exception."

As everyone seems pacified by Alise's presence, Granas smiles and turns to the Guard. "Your presence is already reassuring, Lady Alise." Granas offers after noticing the side eyed views, then looking to Rigel. His eyes are lingering as though he is already uncomfortable. Best not test out luck. It sounds like his accent is slipping, is he nervous? Granas muses before speaking. "I see no need to linger, we can perform the exchange and depart, it's obvious we stick out. Perhaps we cook out at the guards outpost before we take our final leave." Granas offers.

[Alwin]

Perception: 37% vs 1d100: [84] = 84
JIC: 1d20: [17] = 17 and 1d100: [44] = 44

Back at the guard post

Alwin listens as the Captain Discusses his thoughts, "This seems a much stricter than Llorn. Make sense if they have so many of these beautiful diamonds. Alwin pats his pocket with the pouch as he considers, I wonder if the value of the diamonds here are lower than other places since they are so prevalent?

He let's himself get distracted as he considers the earlier conversation with Rigel on how they can take the remainder of the payment in different forms. This is something we should all discuss. If the value is depressed here, we could possibly trade them for more later. They could be harder to trade though...

When the city passes are doled out Alwin take his with a nod and a curt, "Thank you." He makes his way to Goram and reaches high to pat his shoulder. "Be well friend, we will not be long, and we will make sure your share is safe." Rejoining the group he passes Muri and stops to look at him, "I am not often very soft hearted, but please accept my apology. It is not right that you should be dressed and masked this way. You are a noble creature. Just know, I do appreciate you. If there was any other way... or had our payment not depended on our entry. I would have been more, forceful in my plea." Alwin offer a nod of respect and walks to find Granas.

Finding Granas he offers, "We should all talk. They mentioned there are many diamond mines here. That may mean the value of these diamonds are lower here. If so, it may be in our best interest to take the whole payment in diamonds that we can trade later for even more gold." The light in Alwin's eyes as he mentions gold is bright and obvious. Alwin leaves the suggestion be and walks along as they make their way back up the hill considering the thought silently to himself.

In the city

"Merchant's Quarter is that way," Rigel points to a busy side street. "It's a safe enough town, but keep your wits about you. There is an active and lively thieves guild in every city and this one is no exception."

Though he acts a fool his eyes are everywhere as folk pass by. Every now and then during conversation his Eastern accent slips slightly. It is faint, and at first Granas might have not thought anything of it. But it is certainly there.

a few things about Rigel. Alise grunts agreement, and continues to shadow Mürrischer as they walk. She seems to be taking her job with utmost seriousness.

Alwin watches the guard as she stay close to the Wolfen, does she even realize, he could tear her throat out before she even knew it happened. She watches so stoically. I bet she would fight to the bitter end. What a waste. He looks around at the passersby and seeing the contempt in their eyes, if they could only accept the wolfen, they would likely have way less worries about bandits. It is so... human... to hate what they don't understand. Alwin holds back the urge to spit on the street.

Alwin checks his pocket to make sure the pouch is still secure when Rigel mentions the thief's guild. Filthy creatures. No honor in stealing. Arranging for a well paid for death now, that is a much different thing. Alwin smiles at Rigel, "Lead the way good Rigel. I am eager to meet this merchant you spoke of earlier. I have questions that could alter how I choose to take the remainder of my share."

[Mürrischer Reisender]

Perception: 1d100: [94] = 94 /39%
JIC: 1d20: [7] = 7 / 1d100: [79] = 79

Ivy proposes a solution, and with a borrowed cloak from one of the lady guards proceeds to transform Mürrischer the Wolfen into 'The Man In Black'. Mürrischer likewise explains he intends only a brief visit to claim moneys owed him. Captain Tomass nods at this and listens intently.

When Mürrischer finishes there is a chorus of murmuring. Captain Tomass raises a hand for silence. Voices hush and they await a decision. He scratches his chin and looks at Ivy and Mürrischer appraisingly. "I appreciate the thought Priestess, and your honesty Master Mürrischer." he says critically, "This is not unprecedented, but it is damn uncommon. So this how it will be.

Sure... I'll act like I didn't consider biting you a few seconds ago, he thinks to himself as he listens. He nods his understanding.

The conversation continues as already depicted, the Wolfen committing to his word, difficult it is bound to be. The valiant effort to try will be made. He waits to see if someone would step forward, someone willing to put up with him long enough to get in town, complete his goal, and leave.

"Right then," Captain Tomass says with a nod. He turns to his guard crew. "Volunteers to escort our guest, the Man in Black?"

A

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steps forward. It is the guard Ivy borrowed a black cloak from. Clearly a veteran from a skirmish, though wounds are healed the scars remain.

"I'll go, need to get my cloak back anyway. Only one I have and can't afford a new one." She says as she steps forward. Turning to Mürrischer she nods curtly, "Name's Alise." She then bows slightly to the remainder of the group, though her eyes linger a moment on Granas and a slight smile escapes her.

Granas and Ivy with passed perception

notice.

A deal is struck, Captain Tomass issues City Passes to each of you. This includes Ivy should the gnome change her mind. Then you are on your way.

The Man In Black, being of Wolfen height, towers above you all.

Simply out of him being the size he is after his disguise is put on, he looks down on the scarred soldier that stepped forward. An ear on his head tilts to hearing the lacking. "Who's to say someone can't get you a second one?"

When the city passes are doled out Alwin take his with a nod and a curt, "Thank you." He makes his way to Goram and reaches high to pat his shoulder. "Be well friend, we will not be long, and we will make sure your share is safe." Rejoining the group he passes Muri and stops to look at him, "I am not often very soft hearted, but please accept my apology. It is not right that you should be dressed and masked this way. You are a noble creature. Just know, I do appreciate you. If there was any other way... or had our payment not depended on our entry. I would have been more, forceful in my plea." Alwin offer a nod of respect and walks to find Granas.

"Yeah?" He mostly takes him seriously. "And you do realize I'm a larger traveler than everyone?" He subtly suggests he could and would his size to find a way in if stealth failed.

Going up the switchback, he behaves as the group would expect, taking in whatever scent of interest crosses his nose and passing a glance at interesting plants to catch his eyes. The only oddity to it is him walking like he can't get back up the switchback fast enough, likely from having already traveled down it to now only go right back up it.

The crowd seems to give our heroes a wide berth, and they make good time with Rigel cheerfully leading the way. Folk give Mürrischer looks; curious and occasionally fearful. Those looks are allayed at the sight of Alise the Guard closeby.

The buildings are uniformly of white stone and the city looks rather old.

The big Wolfen with face hidden walks through town, looking around at the buildings that, in his mind, are too short, but doesn't complain as he fully understands none of it was made for a Wolfen. Barring objection, he gets a cloak likely one size too large for the human and gives it to Alise with a kind, "Hardly a gift or anything. Simply an extra cloak for the coming seasons." Depending on how clumsy an exchange it is, the cloak very well may most be dumped on the poor guard's head.

"Merchant's Quarter is that way," Rigel points to a busy side street. "It's a safe enough town, but keep your wits about you. There is an active and lively thieves guild in every city and this one is no exception."

Though he acts a fool his eyes are everywhere as folk pass by. Every now and then during conversation his Eastern accent slips slightly. It is faint, and at first Granas might have not thought anything of it. But it is certainly there.

a few things about Rigel. Alise grunts agreement, and continues to shadow Mürrischer as they walk. She seems to be taking her job with utmost seriousness.

He keeps his senses ready and watching for anyone that may for whatever reason decide to trifle with with a group like the one he is with. Will probably be worse than normal if I have to rip a arm off for touching my things.

Detect Ambush 1d100: [19] = 19 /50%
For keeping an eye out for early signs of anyone gathering to try to mug the group.

"Well my shadow seems nice enough. He adds, in attempt to lighten the mood a little.

[Granas]

[Rolls Held]

"Who's to say someone can't get you a second one?"

Granas nods in agreement. "For your aid in helping us through the city, I can certainly part with enough to help." Granas adds towards Lady Alise.

"We should all talk. They mentioned there are many diamond mines here. That may mean the value of these diamonds are lower here. If so, it may be in our best interest to take the whole payment in diamonds that we can trade later for even more gold."

Granas glances over to his now-normal elven counterpart with a brief sigh and smile before nodding. I'll still make a point to apologize later. Granas decides before answering. "You have a good point, though payment was never high on my list. That said, moving the payment in diamonds would be much easier than gold as well, and the gold might make us an easier target. I might just prefer that myself, honestly. Though I'd hate to make such a decision for Lady Ivy or Sir Goram." Granas observes, the mage himself rarely traveling with more than a couple hundred gold.

[Jorg Ashblight]

Perception (21%): 1d100: [57] = 57
JIC: 1d20: [15] = 15
JIC: 1d100: [21] = 21
JIC: 1d20: [1] = 1
JIC: 1d100: [39] = 39
Initiative: 1d20: [11] = 11
APM: 5

Rested, full health, fully equipped, speaking Northern human dialect

Jorg lets the majority of the group pass him before taking the rear of the pack to ensure no one gets to close, as Murrischer and Alwin walk by

When the city passes are doled out Alwin take his with a nod and a curt, "Thank you." He makes his way to Goram and reaches high to pat his shoulder. "Be well friend, we will not be long, and we will make sure your share is safe." Rejoining the group, he passes Muri and stops to look at him, "I am not often very soft-hearted, but please accept my apology. It is not right that you should be dressed and masked this way. You are a noble creature. Just know, I do appreciate you. If there was any other way... or had our payment not depended on our entry. I would have been more, forceful in my plea." Alwin offers a nod of respect and walks to find Granas.

~Interesting group, Wonder if he spent time in the north as well, most of those who arn't so spiteful to the Wolves are usually from my part of the world.~unable to notice Alwins heritage due to his hooded head, he makes note Murrischer is approximately 14 inches taller, something that is not common to the Northern Redhead. Under his breath "It's kind of nice not being the tallest in a pack for once."

Granas glances over to his now-normal elven counterpart with a brief sigh and smile before nodding. I'll still make a point to apologize later. Granas decides before answering. "You have a good point, though payment was never high on my list. That said, moving the payment in diamonds would be much easier than gold as well, and the gold might make us an easier target. I might just prefer that myself, honestly. Though I'd hate to make such a decision for Lady Ivy or Sir Goram." Granas observes, the mage himself rarely traveling with more than a couple of hundred gold.

"The town constantly changes out Gold for diamond and vice versa for this reason, and the further you get away from Diamond mine towns, the value rises, I myself switched most mine over for that reason, except for me spending coin, for forge supplies and the occasional drink myself."

"Merchant's Quarter is that way," Rigel points to a busy side street. "It's a safe enough town, but keep your wits about you. There is an active and lively thieves guild in every city and this one is no exception.""

"So long as you don't get so inebriated, then take your monk's robe off and start streaking through town, only to find you no longer have a robe when you get back, Aye Rigel?!?

[Runidia Shatterhelm]

Perception: 1d100: [36] = 36 / 36%
JiC d100: 1d100: [38] = 38 ; JiC d20: 1d20: [12] = 12

Runidia travels along warmly with the group of newcomers, her smile as bright as she is tipsy. A pleasant buzz in her chest makes her glad she's already in Belle's saddle. As the story of Rigel's past in the town fade, she takes note of her companions as they convince the guards to let in the wolfen and keep out the troll. She gives a single snort at that. Aye, good call to let one ya don't trust in and th' other out. Both are part of their group, keepin' either out's liable to get them more upset than not. Sarcastic thoughts aside, it is business between the group and the guards, so she doesn't interfere with the final decision.

It is then that she takes notice of Granas' appearance. She squints at him once. "Not a bad face on that one," she comments idly, her preferences protecting her from the more embarrassing reactions of the other women who caught sight of him, though under the effects of the spell she can't help but appreciate his beard more than she would otherwise.

Once they're in the city proper, the dwarf keeps a wide smile out as she looks about the townsfolk. A subtle gesture to assure them that the group meant no harm. Unless they came too close, the dwarf has been known to punch out more than a few people who got on the bad side of her temper. She gives a knowing nod to one such man who crosses their path.

"You have a good point, though payment was never high on my list. That said, moving the payment in diamonds would be much easier than gold as well, and the gold might make us an easier target. I might just prefer that myself, honestly. Though I'd hate to make such a decision for Lady Ivy or Sir Goram." Granas observes, the mage himself rarely traveling with more than a couple hundred gold.

"The town constantly changes out Gold for diamond and vice versa for this reason, and the further you get away from Diamond mine towns, the value rises, I myself switched most mine over for that reason, except for me spending coin, for forge supplies and the occasional drink myself."

Runidia's attention is brought to the conversation towards the end of it, more at the sound of Jorg's voice than particular interest in the subject matter. As she turns her gaze away from the parted crowds and to the group, she blinks. Ah could've sworn that Granas fellow looked different before. Confused, she frowns at his back for a moment before shaking her head. Bah, I jus' don't know 'em well. Likely tha light or something.

"Merchant's Quarter is that way," Rigel points to a busy side street. "It's a safe enough town, but keep your wits about you. There is an active and lively thieves guild in every city and this one is no exception.""

"So long as you don't get so inebriated, then take your monk's robe off and start streaking through town, only to find you no longer have a robe when you get back, Aye Rigel?!?

The dwarf chuckles once at that, her response more subdued than normal to such a joke. "Aye. Thieve's lot are no good. Let's hope they don't steal anythin' more important than a man's robes this time around." Even when taking Rigel's comment seriously she can't help but tease a little at the end of it.

[Locknar]

Merchant Square.
Adrianna Merchant's Quarter
Date: 24 September, 345
Weather: Clear skies
Time: Noon

Alwin holding Blue Velvet Pouch with 8 diamonds (altogether worth 30,000 gold pieces)

Alwin, Granas, Jorg, Mox (NPC), Mürrischer, Rigel (NPC), Runidia

Soon enough you enter what is clearly a wealthier sector of the city.

"We're entering the Merchants' Quarter now," Rigel chortles. "You can tell by the more expensive buildings. Each one a costly piece with multiple levels. The bottom one being where business is conducted. Upstairs for the owner's home and guards."

"Don't let appearances fool you. The wisest of men in this city keep up a modest appearance despite their wealth. Doesn't pay to invite undue attention. We're almost there now."

Jorg and Runidia relate an amusing tale of Rigel streaking through town without any clothes. "Well it's well known wearing armor makes it very difficult to walk about unseen," Rigel tells the pair, making a face. "So it only stands to reason that being utterly bereft of garb would render me invisible!"

"I would demonstrate, but I fear you would not see me."

The big Wolfen with face hidden walks through town, looking around at the buildings that, in his mind, are too short, but doesn't complain as he fully understands none of it was made for a Wolfen. Barring objection, he gets a cloak likely one size too large for the human ...

Rigel nods with understanding, "A noble thought. If you want a bargain I'd look to the lesser shop-keepers unable to afford their own permanent store." He points them out, and Mürrischer sees lined along both sides of the street all manner of temporary stores. Some have canvas hung overhead over a wooden frame to shield goods and customers from the weather. All look like they could be packed up and moving on a cart within an hour.

"Adrianna has a law where no one may build beyond the city walls, so the city space within commands high prices. Many merchants can't afford that, so they make do in this way." He adds in a conspiratorial whisper, "But those who don't pay for the land can offer better bargains."

You see folk moving from stall to stall, stopping now and then to haggle with the shop-keepers. It isn't long until you all spy a trader selling just what Mürrischer is after.

The wrinkly old man at the stall raises an eyebrow at Mürrischer, but his words are of practicality not judgement.

"I don't think I have anything in your size sir.." he is clearly uncomfortable looking up so high whilst speaking.

Soon it becomes apparent the cloak is not for him, but Alise. The wolfen makes no attempt at haggling, and he is honestly unsure if the old man did him a disservice with the price. The storekeeper picks out two black cloaks; one with silk

, the other

.

"That yellow silk comes from a far land and is worth every bit," the wrinkly old man boasts. "Sixty-five gold." Runidia

Passed perception.

a greedy glint in his eyes and doubts the truth of the claim.

"The one of green trim is thirty gold." The old man is visibly less enthusiastic about this item.

Alise smiles uncertainly at the wolfen. It is, after all, the first time she had experienced a kindly gesture from one of his kind.

"Thank you," she says. "Such a . . . wonderful . . . gift."

.. and gives it to Alise with a kind, "Hardly a gift or anything. Simply an extra cloak for the coming seasons." Depending on how clumsy an exchange it is, the cloak very well may most be dumped on the poor guard's head.

"Thank you," she repeats, with more warmth. "The cheaper green is best. Bright yellow will stand out in the wild and earn me an arrow in my guts."


With the cloak purchased, you all hurry on. The party talk amongst themselves a little, and the mood seems light.

As everyone seems pacified by Alise's presence, Granas smiles and turns to the Guard. "Your presence is already reassuring, Lady Alise." Granas offers after noticing the side eyed views, then looking to Rigel. His eyes are lingering as though he is already uncomfortable. Best not test out luck. It sounds like his accent is slipping, is he nervous? Granas muses before speaking. "I see no need to linger, we can perform the exchange and depart, it's obvious we stick out. Perhaps we cook out at the guards outpost before we take our final leave." Granas offers.

Alise nods curtly. "If the Captain was worried about you lot he'd never let you be admitted. Truth is I'm here just to stop the citizens getting foolish ideas."

Rigel assures Granas, "Once we are done here you ought to stay overnight at the checkpoint. Luna doesn't know I filled the wagon with a barrel of my own special apple cider. Our best times are spent under the stars, and we rarely dine indoors at night. It's too beautiful not to."

Alwin checks his pocket to make sure the pouch is still secure when Rigel mentions the thief's guild. Alwin smiles at Rigel, "Lead the way good Rigel. I am eager to meet this merchant you spoke of earlier. I have questions that could alter how I choose to take the remainder of my share."

Rigel winks, and whispers. "Never check your pockets openly. One of their favourite tricks is to watch for that tell. In fact, enterprising thieves place signs saying 'Beware pickpockets' in a well watched street. Once you check your pocket they know precisely which pocket to target. Makes the whole business so much easier."

Soon enough you all approach a modest building with guards stationed in front. "There it is. Lucie's Independent Traders," Rigel raises his arms expansively. "There's none better." You linger outside a moment, and Mürrischer

Passed Ambush check

a

watching the entrance to Lucie's intently. They however do not appear to be watching your group at all.

You all are ushered inside. Standing inside the door is a waiter: a man with an embroidered tunic that is impeccably clean.

He's a tall man, and he looks from eye to eye at Rigel, Granas and Alwin. Then up at Mürrischer in his makeshift black mask. He raises an eyebrow, "Yes?"

Rigel steps in smoothly, with the folded contract note in his hand. "We've come to see Lucie. Bring her this and show us to a table." He hands the note over.

The waiter unfolds the note. Rigel slips a few gold coins into the waiter's white gloved hand, which promptly vanish.

The waiter smiles. "Follow me, please." He turns and leads you all through the main floor to a small table. Around are a number of well-upholstered chairs.

"Wait here until Lady Lucie is ready to receive you. Would you like refreshments? Of course you do." He claps his hands and steaming brown beverages are brought to the table.

"Ah excellent," Rigel remarks, taking up a cup of java. "It's imported from the south. Coffee."

A few minutes later you are joined by an austere lady with a ledger. Accompanying her is a hulk of a man surely twice as wide as most men. His head is shaved bald, but he sports a luxurious mustache that is long and black. His clothes almost seem to split as he
moves for the muscles underneath rise and knot like tree trunks.

The hulking man takes a position behind you, silent and unblinking.

Rigel immediately stands up. "May I introduce my Lady Lucie of Lucie's Independent Traders."

Like a true showman he takes her hand and kisses it. She smiles and sits with you all, placing the ledger on the table.

"How can I help you folk?" she asks in a pleasant voice.

WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS?

[Granas]

Perception: 1d100: [55] = 55 /46%
[JiC: 1d100: [67] = 67 / 1d20: [2] = 2

Conditions: Sixth Sense [Inactive, 2ISP] | PPE used: 10/245 | Spell Strength: 15

Skye remains with Goram for the time being.

Track by Sight: 1d100: [64] = 64 /88%
Track by Smell: 1d100: [57] = 57 /60%
Prowl: 1d100: [86] = 86 /88% (Not getting shot at)

Skills

Post

Granas listens to Rigel talk about the different quarters with a solemn face. This is why I don't like cities. Everything is segregated, walled off, controlled. They put the less fortunate in the same quarter and let them prey on each other so that their fancy quarters stay clear without ever once trying to address the issue. Imagine how beautiful this city, and cities in general, could be if the people in control cared more about their community than their coffers. Granas lets out a small sigh and appears to become noticeably withdrawn and just observing the interactions. His spell having long worn off, he's letting his face fade from recent memory.

When Mürrischer acquires the cloak for Alise, Granas nods towards his wolfen ally. "Good thought and effort, Master Murri." Granas says with a smile now seeing Alise to be quite pleased with the replacement.

"If the Captain was worried about you lot he'd never let you be admitted. Truth is I'm here just to stop the citizens getting foolish ideas." ... "Once we are done here you ought to stay overnight at the checkpoint. Luna doesn't know I filled the wagon with a barrel of my own special apple cider. Our best times are spent under the stars, and we rarely dine indoors at night. It's too beautiful not to."

Granas takes a moment, closing his eyes and connecting with his familiar. Skye, we're nearing the destination. How are things there? Any sign of Lady Ivy? Granas asks and shares sight with the Familiar, looking at Goram and the outpost (probably), and up towards where Ivy had gone. When Rigel starts talking to Granas specifically, it takes a moment for Granas to realize. The wizard blinks and looks towards Rigel as he offers his reassurance and smiles. "That dinner I may take you up on. My apprehension comes more from being so deep in a large city; I usually travel between smaller villages. I fight the urge to simply..." Granas pauses, holding out a hand in the air and gliding it on nonexistent wind. "...Fly away." He finishes with a chuckle.

"There it is. Lucie's Independent Traders,"

Granas looks at the multi-story stone building with a mixture of awe and apprehension but shakes his head and resigns. I've never quite nailed down why I don't like stone buildings. Granas considers, thinking back to the last time he lived in one in his youth and wincing at the memory. Ah, right. He answers himself and resigns to head inside with the others. Granas offers a polite nod to the guards stationed outside as he heads in with the others and follows along.

When offered refreshments, Granas nods. "If you have any Sun Tea prepared, I would like a cup. Otherwise a normal brew of tea would be most preferable. Water is fine." Granas says with his normal smile.

"May I introduce my Lady Lucie of Lucie's Independent Traders."

"How can I help you folk?"

Granas places the drink cup back on the table and bows towards Lucie. "Well met, Lady Lucie. My name is Granas. We are here to collect payment for a completed contract with our friends at the Temple of Astra, sent by Master Myfflin of Llorn." Granas states and then waits.

[Mürrischer Reisender]

Perception: 1d100: [44] = 44 /39% (-15% penalty for being in a city)
JIC: 1d20: [2] = 2 / 1d100: [57] = 57

Why are cities like this? He tries too get a bearing on his sense of smell and dog-like hearing as he passes through, his temporary shadow likely not far away. He more or less listens to Rigel as he goes on about the city and its dangers, smirking at his assumption he could hide from him. Could you really? I'm certain I'd sniff you out sooner or later.

He at some point before spotting the shop stalls he sneezes with a rough shake of the head like a dog taking a whiff of new scent they weren't sure if they liked or not, fixing his disguise quickly if it had come loose. "Well that happened."

The only advice he takes from Rigel is who to go to for a cloak and keeps to the stalls, looking around these little set ups until he finds that which he sought and completes his transaction. A space like this I'm used to.Not the rest of this city.

Alise nods curtly. "If the Captain was worried about you lot he'd never let you be admitted. Truth is I'm here just to stop the citizens getting foolish ideas."

He looks to Alise with a smirk, "And I thought it was to protect the people from me."

Soon enough you all approach a modest building with guards stationed in front. "There it is. Lucie's Independent Traders," Rigel raises his arms expansively. "There's none better." You linger outside a moment, and Mürrischer

Passed Ambush check

a

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watching the entrance to Lucie's intently. They however do not appear to be watching your group at all.

He strongly considers those he notices acting suspiciously, head almost tilting on the thought, though an ear definitely does twist with the uncertainty. What's that? Should I worry about them? Definitely won't forget them soon.

After being ushered into through the doors of the Independent Trader He simply looks at the man that looks up to him. He opens his mouth to say something and is beaten to the punch by Rigel and chooses to slowly close it again. He even calmly follows the waiter through the main floor and to a table and well upholstered chairs. He chooses to stand.

"Ah excellent," Rigel remarks, taking up a cup of java. "It's imported from the south. Coffee."

"But we are South?" He remarks, not fully understanding where the coffee was imported from. He might not even notice the comedic affect of his innocent comment on location.

A few minutes later you are joined by an austere lady with a ledger. Accompanying her is a hulk of a man surely twice as wide as most men. His head is shaved bald, but he sports a luxurious mustache that is long and black. His clothes almost seem to split as he
moves for the muscles underneath rise and knot like tree trunks.

The hulking man takes a position behind you, silent and unblinking.

He keeps his gaze on the hulk that enters the room, ear slowly turning, unsure how he should respond, but his Wolfen blood suggests doing something against the terms of him being allowed in the city. Aaaand I'm not allowed to test that theory.

Granas places the drink cup back on the table and bows towards Lucie. "Well met, Lady Lucie. My name is Granas. We are here to collect payment for a completed contract with our friends at the Temple of Astra, sent by Master Myfflin of Llorn." Granas states and then waits.

It takes him a moment to come up with an answer to the question which twists into "Yeah that."

[Runidia Shatterhelm]

Crit Fail! - Perception: 1d100: [100] = 100 / 36%
JiC d100: 1d100: [17] = 17 ; JiC d20: 1d20: [19] = 19

"That yellow silk comes from a far land and is worth every bit," the wrinkly old man boasts. "Sixty-five gold." Runidia a greedy glint in his eyes and doubts the truth of the claim.

The dwarf chuckles as she leans past (well, mostly under) the wolfen to look at the wares presented. "Far away land, aye? Ah think Ah saw one jus' like it down in Llorn for thirty gold." She rubs her chin thoughtfully, rolling her eyes in thought. "In fact, Ah think it was in one o' those 'discount bins' they got in their big cities. Y'know, the places merchants go t' through all th' wares they couldn't be convinced t' part with fer a higher price."

She laughs warmly, patting the wolfen on the leg. "Up to you, big fellow, but Ah think the green one's what yer lookin' fer." With that, she saunters back to her position within the group without so much as another glance to the salesman. Grubby merchants. An' they call us dwarves greedy folk.

"Wait here until Lady Lucie is ready to receive you. Would you like refreshments? Of course you do." He claps his hands and steaming brown beverages are brought to the table.

"Ah excellent," Rigel remarks, taking up a cup of java. "It's imported from the south. Coffee."

Shatterhelm sidles into the room, eying one of the chairs openly and striding directly towards it. Despite the fact she is supposed to be a guard, she drops into it - armor and all - with an explosive sigh as if she had been doing any work at all riding on a horse most of the day. as the coffee is brought in, she waves a hand. "Coffee's fine, but ale'll treat what ails ya."

"But we are South?" He remarks, not fully understanding where the coffee was imported from. He might not even notice the comedic affect of his innocent comment on location.

Runidia can't help but give a hearty laugh at that, taking up a proffered cup of coffee and taking a sip, clearly having had the heated drink before and the wherewithal to not immediately down it as if it were a cold brew. "You'll find all sorts of things north and south of one another don't make sense, wolfen. Ah'm from Northolme, which is indeed north o' this place and Llorn, but we're south of a place called Southwatch. Ah'm sure they mean another place even further south than here. Probably called Westguard or something."

When offered refreshments, Granas nods. "If you have any Sun Tea prepared, I would like a cup. Otherwise a normal brew of tea would be most preferable. Water is fine." Granas says with his normal smile.

"If Ah can make a request, bring in some hearty beer fer the dry dwarf if'n possible," Runidia adds on quickly. "Th' coffee is already doin' away with th' buzz Ah was buildin' up this mornin'." Time was probably already doing that, but a good excuse was a good excuse.

Rigel immediately stands up. "May I introduce my Lady Lucie of Lucie's Independent Traders."

Like a true showman he takes her hand and kisses it. She smiles and sits with you all, placing the ledger on the table.

"How can I help you folk?" she asks in a pleasant voice.

The dwarf raises up her drink as if in a toast (be it coffee or beer or Sun Tea) rather than standing, and gives the lady a wink. Otherwise, she does as a good guard does (besides sitting in a delicate chair in far too much armor) and lets the travelers speak for themselves. Lady Lucie, eh? Ah don't think Ah've had reason t' come in here before. Let's see how this all goes for 'em.

[Jorg Ashblight]

Perception (21%): 1d100: [29] = 29
JIC: 1d20: [18] = 18
JIC: 1d100: [86] = 86
JIC: 1d20: [1] = 1
JIC: 1d100: [93] = 93
Initiative: 1d20: [1] = 1
APM: 5

Rested, full health, fully equipped, speaking Northern human dialect

Watching the interactions between the towns folks and the visiting party members. He starts pondering what it's been like travelling lately as he has been at the monastery for a little over a year now, and might have grown to accustom to the area, maybe he has missed out on any new designs for weapons and armor, or a new fighting tactic which utilizes them.

Upon Arriving at Lucie's he greets the guards by name having seen and been here a few times now for specific order, as well as the normal watering hole before Rigel got them banned. "Afternoon Alvis and Garth, how have you guys been lately? How is newlywed life been for you Alvis? And hows the wife and kids Garth" After a short exchange of pleasantries, Jorg makes his way inside as the last person from the group in.

When the Coffee is offered... ~They never offered us Coffee~ he makes a snubbing miffed expression on his face slightly.

"How can I help you folk?"

Curiously listens for a hint of what they will do afterwords that may be included in the exchange of words.

[Alwin]

Perception: 37% vs 1d100: [33] = 33
JIC: 1d20: [3] = 3 and 1d100: [94] = 94

Alwin follows along silently as the group makes their way through the merchant district. His eyes flit from building to building as the opulence of the district overwhelms his mind. These humans are the real cancer of the world. They over breed, they push out everything that is different and then they overindulge in wealth. They fear the Wolven taking over... There would be nothing to take over if they shared the overabundance of wealth they obviously had. They don't even share amongst themselves. The disdain for the humans around him drips like sweat on a hot summer day. Alwin is far from stupid and knows it would be hard for even a seasoned liar like himself to hide his feelings about these people, so he holds his tongue. He follows, watches and listens, taking it all in. The hate filling his heart and stealing it for future work.

Once they make it inside the building he remains the same, all business. No mirth. Nodding politely at the offer of a drink and politely declining, "Thank you, but no. I am good for now."

Rigel immediately stands up. "May I introduce my Lady Lucie of Lucie's Independent Traders."
Like a true showman he takes her hand and kisses it. She smiles and sits with you all, placing the ledger on the table.
"How can I help you folk?" she asks in a pleasant voice.

Granas places the drink cup back on the table and bows towards Lucie. "Well met, Lady Lucie. My name is Granas. We are here to collect payment for a completed contract with our friends at the Temple of Astra, sent by Master Myfflin of Llorn." Granas states and then waits.

Alwin nods at the merchant, Now this one, she needs her ego stroked. The others... a waste of time. The power sits with her. "It is a pleasure indeed Lady Lucie. Aside from collecting our contractual payment, we were hoping for a bit of advice from you as well. Rigel tells us there is no one better than you in the whole city." Alwin pauses briefly trying to put on his most charismatic smiles, "We are, well I was in particular, wondering if these diamonds you deal in fetch higher prices as we distance ourselves from the local mines?"

Charm/Impress: 40% vs 1d100: [12] = 12
Invoke Trust/Intimidate: 40% vs 1d100: [28] = 28