2 - 017: The Second Piece

[K Man]

Hero and Garor - Master Magmire nods, waving a hand towards the young elven maiden, Traylara.



"Go ahead and show them. Hero, you have permission to inspect any of my staff in such a manner, but all accusations must first be presented to me."

The young maiden becomes frigid. Her eyes widen as though she's suddenly struck dumbfounded. She looks back to her master the Dwarf, who only manages a simple nod.

She removes her gloves from her hands and exposes both to you. As you suspected, her right hand is cut, not a deep or terminal wound, but one that has been covered up and has been attempted to be healed. The young maiden seems ashamed of her cut and quickly places her hand back into her glove.

Traylara and her master await a response.
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Newt - [Bluff Check] The young boy looks timid, eyes darting back and forth as he search for amiable skills in his employ. He eventually shakes his head and mutters a few traits.

"I can move things...I'm pretty good at cooking and serving...Some of the people in the bar say I'm good at balancing..."

None of the skills he lists seem beneficial.

Angelus - The bartender waits, arms folded and face soured until the patron from before returns with Camir in tow. The captain looks soured as he is pulled from duties but propiety takes over.



"What is going on here?"

Before anyone can respond, the bartender speaks up...loudly.



"This guy..."

He jabs a thumb at Angelus.

"Comes in here and orders a round of drinks for everyone. I break out the fine ale and serve it up but he refuses to pay the tab."

Camir, quick thinker on his feet, replies with more questions.



"And why did you serve your finest ale as opposed to standard. Did he request this?"

The bartender remains silent.

"Well?"

The bartender mutters beneath his breath.



"Well...he seemed kind...high and mighty, I figured I'd knock him down a peg and lighten his purse...no harm meant Camir."



"Of course not, however, as the are the ambassadors to Sturmguard, you should be on your best behavior and try to not bully them. How much do they owe?"

The bartender replies with the amount, to which Camir's jow drops.

"Very well, you shall have your money by nightfall."

Camir dismisses the bartender, sending him to work on cleaning more dishes. The captain of the guard turns to you, his eyes tired and stressed. He looks you over.



"Ambassador. I understand the importance of your mission, but please, try to understand the locals don't hold you in the same respect I do. Please, try to get along better with them."

"May I please see your letter of credit?"
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Caelith and Callian - The innkeepr continues to go about his business, answering your questions as more of a passing thing than a focused response.

"Yeah, she's alright as a server. Complains 'bout not having money, parents lost in the war...that sort of thing. Typical teenage angst."

It is to the 'misplaced knife' comments that the innkeepers response strike a chord.

"Misplaced? No, I saw her give the knife to Traylara a few nights back. Little elven girl, works for the Magmire's. She came in and Maura gave her the knife. It's not misplaced."

"She'll need to get it back tonight, before she goes home. Those knives are expensive."
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Krysta, Girud and Galdren - Krysta swings her first weapon. {Attack Roll = 21, Damage = 15} The undead orc falls to the ground again, the crimson glow of the Master's mark fading like a dying fire.

Orc A is dead again.

Her second attack, the mace, is brought down on Orc C. {Attack Roll = 26, Damage Roll = 7} The already damaged orc collapses to the ground in a lifeless, unanimated heap.

Orc C is dead again. [Go Krysta!]

Girud brings his huge blade around again. [I'll assume D since C is dead.] {Attack Roll = 24, Damage Roll = 24} The undead staggers, brought nearly to one knee. It is only through ignorance of pain and because it's organs no longer need blood that it remains standing.

Orc D is near death.

Galdren adds his expertise to the battle in a symphony of sword strikes. {Attack Roll 1 = 14, Damage Roll = 14} The katanna cuts through the edge of the orc, tearing a good portion of its chest free and scattering it to the wind.

Orc B is near Death.

His second strike is placed on the same creature. {Attack Roll 2 = 6} The weaving and moving orc proves too quick for the samurai to strike, leaving another target standing for battle.

Orc B swings at Galdren, the person responsible for its reduced mass. {Attack Roll = 22, Damage Roll = 6} The fist slams into the chest again, forcing air out in a puff.

Orc D swings at Girud. {Attack Roll = 8} The attack is pathetic and the stumbling undead tries to remain upright.

Mordrock also adds to the fray, doing what he can. {Attack Roll = 20, Damage Roll = 3} He stabs Orc B in the thigh and manages to seperate the leg from the knee, killing the undead.

Orc B is dead.

{Initiative: Girud and Krysta, Galdren, The 4 Orcs, Mordrock}

{Orc D is the only one left and he's near death. I'll assume its going to die next round, so post actions afterwards too.}
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Sehanine and Romar - Marg's eyes light at the mention of Garor Skullsplitter.



"Are ye serious? The very soul I have been searching for? Delivered to my be strangers that have saved my life. The gods be workin' in strange ways laddy, but I don't question them."

Marg rubs his chin.

"However...ye say he pledged his loyalty to Sturmguard and the Blackwing? This be grave news Romar...grave news. It be best we keep this from Grandil until he be better."

As Sehanine and Romar find a dark corner to talk, the doorman and Marg watch the chit chat with idle anticipation. They seem somewhat confused by the tirades and traded statements in hushed corners. When you both return, they look you over.

The doorman finally speaks what everyone is thinking.



"So....are you helping us now or later? I'm afraid Grandil may not survive beyond a few hours."

"If you want to leave, I cannot blame you. This is a problem for the dwarves of Bazarkrak and we cannot rely on anyone to get it done...give us a moment and we'll stem the fires of the forges to allow you to escape."

"However, if you were to help, we would be eternally grateful...from a dwarf, that's saying alot."
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Yuri - Looking over the impressive Dwarven stronghold, you get the feeling that you could slip into the mountain kingdom through the seal of the door...after all, it cannot be airtight. Or perhaps even, using your newfound powers, slip into the gigantic nostril your companions entered moments ago...

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[VemuKhaham]

Romar speaks, answering the dwarve and trying to ease his worries.

"I shall do whatever I can to aid. However, I'm not certain what exactly we can do. Furthermore, it seems many things need attention at the same time. You shall need to give us more exact information if you can provide it. Tell us everything that might help. To be blunt, I simply don't know what we're expected to do. What is, to your knowledge, the fastest way to obtain an antidote for this poison? And Marg, even if you can only slow down the poison, I think it would help greatly if you would do so as soon as possible."

[Japic]

Kill the last undead fiend:

+12 to hit, 2d6+10 damage


Presuming he's dead, again, I work to destroy the remainder of the corpses.

While doing so I take note of where every 'mark' is on the corpses. Are they in the same spot or varied? I just want to know for future reference so that I can keep my eyes out for them.

If my memory serves right, we came this way looking for boats to float this crystal downriver, do I see any boats nearby? If not then search the surrounding area. Also, someone should go back to alert the prince that it's alright to join us.

[Merovingian]

Well those are of little use for what I need, but perhaps you have other skills? As a worker here surely you hear a great deal of information hear and there. Looking over his shoulders first to add to the act. You see I was sent to acquire some parts from a machine so as to slow up the works but it seems that someone beat me to it perhaps you might now who? Who ever it was did me a favor to be sure, but I need proof of the job you see and if I can find the chap I could split my fee with them for a peace of the machine do you think you can help?

[GeneralMHB]

Yuri smiles as the idea appears in his head. Using his new-found power, he changes into a gaseous form and slips underneath the door when the night overwhelms day. Once reaching the other side of the door, he changes into a bat when noone is observing him and flies to find the two rangers. Of course being optimistic about his unfortunate circumstance, he remains hidden from view of all the other inhabitance inside the capital.

Welcome back Yuri....

[Fangor the Fierce]

While the undead are falling slowly to the series of blades from the fighters, Krysta grins slightly, as The Rock manages to subdue one of the undead orcs.

THAT is surely to give him an even bigger ego! Oh well, at least he helped!

As the last undead orc manages to stay in the battle, Krysta quickly takes a step closer to the last orc, while managing to twirl around the corpse on the ground, as she brings her arcing sword straight towards the creatures neckline, intent on severing it in one clean swipe. AttBon+8, 1d10+5, 19-20/x2and following through with the mace if need be. AttBon+8, 1d6+2

After the orcs are killed, again, she will turn to The Rock, "Get the others and let them know the enemy is cleared out now." She will then turn her attention to the others, as they search to make sure the boats are intact and ready to go. She runs to pick up her shortbow first, and readies another arrow, in case there are more enemy troops nearby.

[TheUdjat]

Caelith blinks, then raises an eyebrow. "Traylara? Of the Magmires, you say?" The question is rhetorical, though, so Caelith turns to his thus far silent companion, the paladin Callian. He leans forward and speaks quietly, so as not to raise too much alarm. "Garor and Hero are checking out the Estate, are they not? We should alert them to this new discovery. I'll remain here and continue keeping an eye on things, while you proceed to the others and tell them about Traylara's 'borrowed' knife."

Assuming everything goes well there, Caelith looks back to the innkeeper, laying the silver piece he had been toying with on the counter. "Your information is much appreciated, my friend. I have a couple more queries, however, if it wouldn't be too much trouble..." Assuming it isn't, Caelith continues. "You say Maura will be getting the knife back from Traylara tonight? Do you know when, exactly, this return might take place?"

[K Man]

{I'll wait on a few others to reply before going on...}

[sonnetinkinston]

I listen to Romar's statements with approval, and speak only when he is finished.

Yes, we surely will help in whatever way we can. But as he said, what exactly do you wish of us?

[Wizard]

(Gaaah! *Shakes head* Back in action!)

Callian, who had been pondering an issue of faith, given the very existence of the Master, absentmindedly begins the walk back the Veinrider.

[Hero]

Looking at elf maiden:

"Young woman, though I am by no means accusing you at this point, I must ask where you were at the time of the crime."

[Artemis]

Angelus reaches into an inner pocket and pulls out the papers that Sturmgard gave him. "I did not mean any harm really. I just wanted to offer everyone here a nice drink and perhaps make some friends while I stayed here but I guess hospitality has suffered more then I thought possible." He shakes his head quietly and sips from his mug. "Would you like one camir?

[BluSpecs]

Garor tries not to look to intimidating to the girl