The Ivory Ring Book 2: Where the Wild Things Are [IC]

[Wolfgang Peters]

Qiuntus, Half-Elf Warlock

Quintus sees that our fighters are in some trouble, but knows the battle should end before anything serious happens, so he moves next to Brathios and calls down a Dire Radiance from above to bathe the remaining goblin and himself in arcane light.

Constitution Vs. Fortitude - (1d20+1)[20]
Radiant Damage - (1d6+1)[6]

"Not to worry... If the poor thing is even alive long enough to approach me, he shall be wiped out."

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr sees that fighters are in trouble but knows that he cannot help them directly in any way so instead targets the remaining goblins. He lifts up his hand and tries to create a conjure a ring above the goblin farthest back.

Darkfire vs Ref (1d20+6)[15]
(If successful everyone will have combat advantage against the creature (+2 for attack rolls against the target) and it will be unable to benefit from concealment or invisibility until the end of my next turn)

He then run towards it and tries to stab it with his dagger
Sly Flourish vs Ac (1d20+8)[10]
Damage (1d4+8)[12]
(If Darkfire succeeds add +2 to my attack roll and (2d8)[4] sneak attack damage)

[Slieken]

Frustrated that his attacks keep missing, Carric mutters a curse in Elven under his breath, before shouting loudly in common.

"Die you foul scum!"

Lance of Faith - (1d20+2)[22]Damage - (1d8+2)[4]

A beam of light shoots at the nearest goblin.

Effect:Brathios gets +2 to his next attack on the little bottom feeder.

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

With a mighty blow, Hymath tries to undo the flailing hobgoblin before him, trying to cleave into the smaller goblin beside him.

Cleave - (1d20+10)[24]
damage - (1d10+5)[6]
If Hymath hits, he´ll do 5 damage to the nearest goblin. If he clears the way, he will move forward to position himself before the goblins in the far end of the room.

[The_King_of_Durf]

Hymath charges forward and smashes his hammer through both goblins, bloodying one of them (6,5)

The goblin that isn't adjacent to his runs back and throws a javelin (5), while the other prods at him with a javelin, but misses.

Brathios stands and heals himself. He stops bleeding.

Tar-va'tyrr's spell is successful, granting the party members combat advantage against the remaining goblin. His attack, however, fails to connect.

Carric's attack burns the creature. (4)

Quintus blasts the same goblin with dire radiance. (6)

Kranor finishes the beast off with fiery arcane energy, directed off of the wall so as to avoid hitting his companions. (Kill)

One goblin remains cowering in the corner by the receding wall.

Combat

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

Kranor holds off this attack, he will leave the finishing off of the mongrel to the warriors. He wipes sweat from his brow, and leans on his staff, breathing heavily. "Praise you, Ioun. You have seen this servant of knowledge through another battle..."

It has been a long time since he has used his magic, and during that time he was beaten, starved, and devoid of books to quench his thirst for knowledge. He is exhausted, yet more alive then he ever felt was again possible.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Brathios strides forwards with purpose, Seeking to finish off the remaining goblin
Move:Diagonal right-down, Four down
Steel serpent strike on the little gobbo
Attack: (D20+8)[14]
Damage: (2D10+5)[19]
If it hits, the goblin is slowed and cannot shift until the end of my next turn
If, for some reason or another (Hymath), The gobbo is dead before it comes to my turn, Brathios will walk to Kranor while sheathing his sword, and offer to help him stand, whisperingAre you alright, Magi?
(I don't like the word wizard. The Z scares me.)

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr closes in a tries to finish the goblin off once and for all.
Sly Flourish vs Ac (1d20+10)[15]
Damage (1d4+8)[9] + (2d8)[11]

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

An roar erupts from Hymath´s throat as he lunges forward, ready to strike down the puny goblin. His mechanical heart once again purrs with the happiness of battle.

Charge with combat advantage - (1d20+12)[20]
Damage - (1d10+5)[11]

[The_King_of_Durf]

Roaring, Hymath charges forth and smashes the puny goblin against the wall with his hammer. (11) It shrieks in pain and jabs at him, but cannot score a blow. Brathios then rushes forward, and with the aid of Tar’s ability and his speed delivers the killing blow through the goblin’s skull. All of the goblins lie dead, with Brathios and Hymath each lightly injured.

((Down 11 and 6, respectively.))

”Bravo, bravo.” Tybalt chuckles, opening the door to the armory. “You’ll do fine. We shall be leaving tomorrow morning, but I will need you in position later tonight. I’ll provide for your meal and any other desires you might need to fulfill before our departure at the Bederweir Tavern. Do not attempt escape during your dinner. You will be watched. One of my associates will escort you there, and later pick you up. Any questions?”

From beyond the door, past the imposing figure of the archduke, you see the jailer Bill Nolty staring at you rather strangely. At almost the second you notice him doing so he turns around and strides away down the hall.

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr stands to the side behind the others to avoid having to speak to him. He understands the orders and doesn't believe a guy like Tybalt would seriously ask "any questions?" and want to receive a response. Tar-va'tyrr figures someone else will speak up before him anyway.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
This can't be good. He wants us because we're already dead. What will he have us do?
Brathios stands quietly, staring at the air ahead of him, as if struggling to recall a name, or solve an equation. After a brief period of thought, he speaks
If I may, Lord Tybalt but where will we be heading?

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

Delighted that they will be leaving the prison, giving him access once again to the beautiful sky, Quintus can't think of anything better - but he is still curious. As he crosses to the table to remove his leather armor and don his finer clothing and pick up his traveling supplies, he asks kindly:

"And Sir Tybalt, what are these... other desires... that you speak of?"

[The_King_of_Durf]

"First, you maggot, you may refer to me as my lord, not sir!" he sneers. "Know your place! And as far as desires you can use your imagination. That is, if you aren't as brain-dead as you look. You need not know where you are going, or what you are going to do when you get there. All in due time." With that, the Archduke grins a hideous grin and turns his back on you, leaving you to the guards.

"Follow me, please." one says. Upon complying you are led through the cold halls of the prison, down corridor after corridor. You reach the entrance hall, where a huge set of iron doors are being opened by two guards. Whether you feel nervous or thrilled, its hard to say, but you certainly are overwhelmed by emotion.

At first the sunlight seeps in through a small crack, but soon it envelops you all, nearly blinding you. Basking in its warmth, and in the rush of fresh air from the door, you feel invigorated and alive. You look out upon the Municipal District of Deinkos. People rush about their business as usual, women and children among them. The spring sky is a pure, cloudless blue, and the banners of Castle d'Ondriam flap proudly in the wind directly ahead.

Those of you who have heard of the Bederweir Tavern know that it is a popular eating establishment amongst nobles, and has a mysterious reputation for bizare and conspicuous activities in its rented rooms upstairs. It is located in Tolly Park, about a twenty minute walk from here.

One of the guards waits for you to follow him there.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"I am...fine... my friend. Just a little unused to the exertion..." Kranor responds to Brathios query.

He speaks little as he follows Lord Tybalt, except to address him regarding the other needs.

Maybe I will be able to acquire a book for the evening... He thinks to himself.

When they emerge into the Municipal District, Kranor breathes. Freedom... he is free, despite the conditional nature of it. He never thought that as a Dwarf he would enjoy being above ground and seeing the sun so much.

[Zid]

Hymath, warforged fighter

As the battle winds down, so does Hymath. He has put his shield and weapon on his back, but seems disappointed that there is no one more to fight. Lord Tybalt, will there be more fighting before our destruction?

The hulking warforged follow the others, being quiet and introspektive during the rest of the evening.

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human fighter
It's so...open. So many people, so much space
Brathios walks quietly, Taking careful note of the people rushing around, And doing his best to keep near the Wizard. After a few moments silence, he calls out
Now that we're out, anyone want to share why they were in?
(Because it concerns him)

[Slieken]

Carric, Half-Elven Cleric

As the sun burns down on the party, Carric throws up the hood of his cloak to shield his eyes, also covering the glare with his hand.

"Racial and religious persecution. I was to be arrested for an assault I didn't commit because I worship a deity that most fear. When I fought back for my freedom, a man died. I was on deathrow for a murder of self-defense."

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"I'd been accused of murdering my dearest friend, but...I never even saw the body...
I don't believe I've fully introduced myself yet - I'm Quintus Quarion, and my purpose is in learning the secrets of the deepest skies and the farthest stars. The cosmos connects me to its arcane power."

Saying this out loud, Quintus is reminded of one possible desire to be fulfilled. He shall ask for a telescope, something he never before could afford. He waits impatiently for nightfall to give him the stars once again.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"I am Kranor Firesmelt... I was a wizard of the Kor Rabban... thats right. I was one of those insidious bastards who strapped us to those accursed chairs..."

He sighs for a moment, clutching his staff tightly. "That is ancient history now. I will simply gather what knowledge I can to please my lady...And accomplish whatever task is set before me..."

He follows the guard to their destination, walking beside Carric and Brathios.

"Carric, is it? I am most interested in where you conducted your studies for service to the Lady of Death... by what manner did you come to revere her?"

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Why didn't I think of this before!?! I am rolling a history check to see what I know of Lord Tybalt, his house, and what role he plays in the politics of Deinkos.
History: (1d20+8)[23]

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Tar-va'tyrr seems a bit uneasy to be outside and tries as much as possible to keep to the shadows and not be seen for the moment.

People don't seem to take to kindly Drow's no matter where you are. I guess it was a mistake coming to a big town. When I got caught I tried to escape and maybeI killed one or two people in self-defense, but I'm sure even if I didn't I would have been sentenced to death. Now, I feel quite uncomfortable remaining here undisguised, allow me to try and mask my identity.

Tar-va'tyrr goes to a secluded corner and tries to disguise himself as an Elf. He was quite surprised that they didn't get rid of it when he was in prison.
Disguise(bluff) (1d20+11)[23]

How do I look? Do I make a good Elf or do I seem a little weird?

[Shhhh!]

Brathios, Human Fighter
Should I lie? No, it'd serve no purpose
How, forthcoming of you all. I killed a Dwarf in a pit fight. In my defense, he would have killed me had I not finished him.
After a few seconds staring into the sky ahead of him, as if recalling days long gone, Brathios stares down the Drow, watching as he attempts to disguise himself.
Perhaps so, Drow...Tar, was it, but then you were alone. Now, you travel in a group, and a motley one at that. If this makes you comfortable, roll with it, and it may even make it easier for us together. But, think, if you will, of the advantage in terms of intimidation, a group with a murderer, a 'forged, and a dark elf.You'd still be feared, yes, but with that fear would come no small measure of respect. All the same, as you will.

[The_King_of_Durf]

Tybalt answers Hymath's question in the affirmative before his departure, chuckling to himself.

((PM sent to TwoBit.))

[Thoraxe]

Tar-va'tyrr, Drow Rogue

Thank you Brathios, it's been awhile since I could speak to anyone as a Drow. You make a good point but I would rather not cause this group any unnecessary trouble. Unless you pretend that I am your captive it may be hard for you all to get around, and I think I would like to have some say in social situations.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt, Dwarf Wizard/Cleric

"I will not hammer around the boulder with you, to use the old Dwarvish expression, Tar, the Drow are not friends of the Dwarves. However, we are all of us bound for death. From my Ioun-given intuition I can't help but feel that we must all learn to work together if we are all to survive this and go on our seperate ways."

Kranor watches Lord Tybalt walk away, taking the time to whisper to the group. so that the guard escorting them might not overhear. "I feel it obvious to say we shouldn't trust him, but I will expound upon my own reasons. The king is a good friend of the Tybalt family, and Lord Tybalt is his most trusted advisor..."

"But king Ramos d'Ondriam is old, and without an heir. It is no secret that his nephew, Ethan, is set to take the crown after Ramos' death. What many don't know, however, is that after Ethan it is Lord Vaughn Tybalt himself who is in line for the throne. There is a plot brewing... I smell it... we are, inexplicably, drawn into this. And there will be blood before the end..."

[Wolfgang Peters]

Quintus, Half-Elf Warlock

"As a half-elf, and as the son of a stuffy son-of-a-bitch elf, I honestly can say that drow don't bother me. My best friend was a tiefling anyway, and I mind no-ones appearance as long as I am sure of their intentions. I extend my friendship to you, Tar, as I would to any other.

Moreover, I must say I agree with Kranor. This Tybalt is a vulgar fellow, and his intentions elude me... This worries me all the more. I think it best that we work together until we can be free of our respective... 'binds.'"

[The_King_of_Durf]

The party, whispering and talking amongst themselves, are led through the Municipal Ward, past Deladin Ward where the kingdom's nobility live in luxury, and into the beautiful Tolly Park. Created to provide the people of the city with a place for relaxation, introspection, and playful recreation, the park's lush greens, bountiful trees, and impressive flower gardens are truly a sight for your sore eyes.

You are led down cobblestone paths to a wooden building, painted brown and green. It is set into the wall that borders Tolly Park and the Market, and looks old and humble. A wooden sign hanging above the door reads "The Bederweir."

The guards hold the doors open for you, and wait for you to enter. "You have until an hour past midnight," one says. After everyone is through the door they close it behind you.

The patrons of the Bederweir are most well-dressed noblemen and upper middle class workers. Many of them have suspicious looks about them, and you sense that they may be participating in explicit activities here at the tavern. They chat amongst themselves, some turning a slant eye to your crew and shuffling away. The seats at the bar are all open at this early hour of the afternoon, and the bartender beckons you over. He is a skinny man with scraggly gray hair all over his body, except for the top of his head, which is covered by a black hat.

"Welcome to the Bederweir, I'm Jon. I've been told ye'd be comin' and to accomodate yer every need. Sincere service with a smile, at tha'." he says, with more of a snarling smirk than a smile, although he does seem genuine. "Now, what can I do for ye? A nice meal? Or perhaps-" he leans in, "-something else?"

[Zid]

Hymath

Hymath looms over the man, his faceplate telling nothing about his thoughts or feelings, if the machine-man really has any feelings.

I would like some sand and oil, if you have any.

[TwoBitWriter]

Kranor Firesmelt

Kranor knows what the man means by "something else" but is hardly interested in that at the moment. In fact, he has always remained too focused on his studies and service to Ioun for such distractions.

"A book. Thats what I need. It has been far too long since I have perused a tome of knowledge. Might there be a repository or library nearby?"

He turns to Carric and Quintus. "You two are welcome to accompany me."

He would invite the others, but gets the distinct impression that Brathios, Tar, and especially Hymath, would not be particularly interested in the "something else" that Kranor had in mind.

[Slieken]

The cleric nods at the man, accepting his offer.

"Study would do one good. I would most certainly like to see what religious doctrines they have available to peruse."

The half-elf's dark eyes twinkle at the thought of gaining new knowledge of the pantheon.