The Second Step

Slayer4399 · April 24

AC: 15, Touch: 12, Flat-footed: 13, HP: 8/8, Initiative: +2, Saves: Fort: +2 Reflex: +4 Will:

As they get closer to the dwarves Macsen keeps himself clear, fully aware of the attitudes of Clan Rakner. Hearing Elektra's point of not drawing attention to her Macsen side steps next to Skold to help bloke what view he can.

Seeing Skold visibly tense from the remark Macsen gives him a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Ruess · April 25

Under The Sun

Varon is quick to remove himself from the desperate hands of the aging manservant. When Sarai takes over, Varon gives a quick nod of his head in recognition. "Good day, Mister Taylor. These are the specialists I spoke of."

"Thank the Sun! My lords! Ladies! I am Jonathan Taylor, humble servant of my Lady of Neferkare, at your service, and I plead you: board the chariot. I will offer every explanation, but please, I beg you, board with hurry! We have no time to lose!" You are offered a deep bow by this Jonathan Taylor. He is slow to manage it be he bows deep to your entire group.

"We understand, Mister Taylor. But my associates are cautious due to recent experience. When did you and I meet, and what was the matter we spoke of?"

Breathing rapidly, hands gripping air for fear of ripping Sarai's finery, the aging man turns quivering eyes upon Varon. Fear and panic are warring on this man's face - Varon's face in contrast is an unmoving facade of stone.

Then. A spark. Something grabs that fear and old Mister Jonathon finds his center.

"You approached my lady regarding artful acquisitions. You indicated they had historical and material importance and invited me to consult with... My lady's latest household guests. Per your suggestion , they confirmed this would be a matter worth my lady's time."

Varon is happy with that. He indicates that you should board.

"We shall proceed then."

On The Way

On the way to the villa itself you are briefed by the Jonathon, who invites you to call him by whatever form you feel best. The short and dire of it is that Evening Glory's clergy arrived far eariler than they were scheduled, entirely uncaring of the Castellan's and House Guard Captain's loud objections. Jonathon is certain they mean to sway his Lady Neferkare to a dark purpose. He cannot deny them passage now, no one in the household can except the lady herself. And she is grieving! If nothing else, these emissaries from Evening Glory should allow for a grieving period before they rush in like vultures!

Arrival

And then, you arrive. The manor is a fine thing. Elven, in a word. There are trees and gardens, cultivated and green. Orchards line a white marble path that leads to the entrance hall, through which you find yourselves escorted to a spacious sitting room. Of Jonathon you see little after disembarking and stepping onto a marble path, for he is called elsewhere to his duties- and yet you also observe another charior near where yours arrived. It is far darker, as though draped in shadows and grieving lilacs. Even the horses hitched to it look as though a shadow were hanging over them even though the sun is bright.

Inside the sitting room proper you are offered the usual refreshments, including a plate of salted breads; it's all very comfortable and pleasant to sit on plush seating within what must be arranged cooler climate, in shade no less. In little time a maid brings you news that the lady is in good state and will be able to receive you soon. However. Before she excuses herself, Varon bids her thus:

"Our business involves the lady's visiting guests. Please arrange for their arrival here as soon as possible." Once the maid has gone, Varon turns to you. "His Lordship conveyed that it would be of import for ourselves to meet the lady's two guests. He conveyed that they would know something of the events that would be of interest to us. "

Rolling Opportunities

Knowledge: Religion:

There are some insignias on display here. Are any of them important as far as divine business goes?

Also, by the by - there's a thing happening. Do you notice it?

Knowledge: Nobility:

There are some insignias on display here. Do you think will recognize any of them?

Also, by the by - there's a thing happening. Do you notice it?

Knowledge: Local: There's a thing happening. Do you notice it?

Sense Motive How is the mood in the manor? You met one manservant who is looking like his world is collapsing. Is he the only one?

RielatThird weekday, 30th49 days to a month, except Mesha is a day short of MeshaFirst month of the year, out of eight in total. 8:43 A.M

ArcaneDesperado · April 25

Doallyn McClare / Royal Tactician & Conjurer

Male - Human Noble - Neutral Good

Wizard (Conjurer) 1 / Duskblade 1

Initiative + 1 / Hit Points: 13 / Speed: 30ft

Armor Class: 14 / Touch: 11 / Flat-Footed: 13

Will + 5 / Reflex +1 / Fortitude +3

The heavy sound of military boots echoed the man's arrival from the hallway far before he actually entered the room. Years of training and learning to march had instilled a certain level of discipline. The movements were steady and confident, to the point where only the most observant could note the slight error to his gait from the nagging injury.

His attire showed a black military officer uniform, though it was devoid of any ranking insignia at the time. Cleaned and pressed, like any good solider should be we presenting themselves, even more so when it came with a noble barring to impress upon it. A black leather military trench coat completed the officer regimentals. The duster coat serving to hide partly the components pouch that hung on one hip, and the the decorative pommel of the officer's sword peeking itself ever so slightly into view from underneath on the other side.

His face barely into his early twenties etched with a level of maturity and discipline beyond his age. A few more recent minor lacerations and bruises however indicated a recent fight of some nature that could not be hidden by uniform and other clothing. His hair was short and neatly cut black, though his face showed a few days growth of having not shaved. His eyes were a emerald green, though something about them seemed to indicated something more wild underneath.

Following him was a woman, of roughly equal age. Her footsteps in comparison would almost make you question if she was actually there. Light and nimble, seeming to indicate a certain degree of covertness. It as well showed an implication of injury, be it far greater than the man ahead of her. The lady's attire was less militaristic, through still showed a level of function. More akin to traveler's clothes, the quality of the garments certainly implicated the noble background. Though the black pants with multiple belts and pouches and leather top seemed more that she might attempt to climb into a secondary story window to rob the place than be presented as a noble. Her long black hair flowed down to about the mid of her back. Violet hued eyes seemed to swim with a certain arcane energy. She also had several smaller cuts on her hands that were visible and a few across her face. A scarf that seemed completely out of place was wrapped around her neck and throat.

The man moved forward first and presented his hand toward Varon. As the man spoke his accent was thick from the Highlands.

Varon is it? Aye? You will forgive tha' lack o' proper announcement for me'self or my fiancé. Things....

There was a bit of hesitation in his voice on how to approach the topic.

Things have been a wee bit hectic as o' late. Given tha' lack o' staffing I would guess I am doing me' own introductions. So you'll forgive me a bit.

He chuckled lightly in a mild attempt at levity. Mostly for himself, as the others werent likely aware of recent events. He stood back up tall, a light twitch as the pain shot through his lower half, but he soldiered on.

I am Doallyn McClare, of House McClare, Son of the Grand General Reginald McClare of his Majesties' Royal Army, Grandson to Archmage Myrddin McClare, former seat on the King's Small Council, as Master of the Arcane.

He turned and offered a hand to the woman, who stepped forward, taking it. She attempted to smile, though it was obvious she was uncomfortable. Not from the concept of introductions, but from the pure concept of being up and mobile. Doallyn was masking his pain and injuries far better than she. Doallyn kissed her hand trying to offer her some degree of emotional support.

This vision of beauty is my betrothed. Racanna Enhasa, of House Enhasa. Daughter to Johnathan Enhasa, Master of Whispers to the King's Small Council.

She attempted to speak, but quickly put her hands to her throat and shook her head that it wouldn't be happening. He looked over the group of them with a look of apology, before helping Racanna over to a empty seat to sit. He then turned his attention back over them as a whole.

I see that they were already able to provide ye' with some refreshments. The lady o' the house may still be a bit, given recent activities. What can the two of us look to assist ye' with in tha' meantime?

Doallyn McClare

Character Sheet

Male Neutral Good Human Wizard,

Init +1

HP: 13/13

Speed: 30

AC: 14

Touch: 11 / Flat-footed: 13

Fort +3 / Ref +1 / Will +5

Base Attack Bonus: +1

Abilities: Str 10, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 14

Spellbook

Wizard Spells Per Day:

Cantrips - 3

Message | Message | Open/Close

1st Level - 2 (1 + Intelligence Bonus Spell )

Spell Save DC: 10 + Spell Level + Intelligence Modifier (+3): Conjuration Spells +1

Summon Monster | Summoner Monster

Duskblade Spells Per Day:

Cantrips - 4

Detect Magic | Read Magic | Detect Magic | Read Magic

1st Level - 2

Blade of Blood | Resist Energy

Spell Like Abilities: 6

(Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Flare, Ghost Sound, Read Magic)

Edited April 25 by ArcaneDesperado (see edit history)

Draidden · April 25

Gaerbarradd (Shade) Whisper Gnome, Rogue 2

AC: 18, HP: 12/12, Initiative7: +4, Perception: +8, Search: +8

Str: 11 (+0), Dex: 18(+4), Con: 12 (+1), Int: 16 (+3), Wis: 13 (+1), Cha:13 (+1)

Shade stands quietly by as the two new comers walk in and introduce themselves. He is busy studying everything and everyone and lets the others do the talking.

OOC

Edited April 26 by Draidden (see edit history)

Lord of Monies · April 25

Skold

Skold - Crusader

HP: 20/20 | Init: +0 | AC: 16 Touch: 10 FF: 16 | Fort: +5 Reflex: +0 Will: +1 |

Stance: Martial Spirit | Maneuvers | Steely Resolve 0/5

It did bolster his heart to have the warm sentiments given, but Skold mostly felt better when they were able to move away from it all and get lost in the frantic ramblings of their escort, Jonathan. With focus, other distractions can melt away from the 'now', so he paid as much attention to the conversation as he could until gradually, shortly before they arrived, he was standing to attention once more according to his martial forms. He would think unbiddingly of the dwarves again later in quieter times, he had no doubt.

If anything, the more Jonathan went on about how things weren't going to plan, the calmer and more in control Skold felt. Nothing truly ever goes to plan, and this was the sentiment he had tried to convey back in the office of draconic Shade so they could be more prepared for the unexpected. No use fussing now though; time to act and adapt accordingly, starting with this new couple coming to join them.

The man's approach alone echoed a story like his own. Regimented, drilled, this was a trained militant man, no mistake. Something off though...a personal gait? No, he realised upon seeing the woman by his side in a more bruised state. They're a little worse for wear but still standing on ceremony. Skold could sympathise and respect how well he was hiding it, if his educated guess was correct. A noble as well it seemed, with all the names he was rattling off. He'd not met many nobles, but this Doallyn felt more approachable than most already.

"You know more of the situation inside, I hear." Skold began. He stepped forward and held out a handshake offer for both Doallyn and Racanna in turn. "I'm Skold. Crusader of the Heironeous Order and bodyguard by trade. What's going on in there?"

ArcaneDesperado · April 25

Doallyn McClare / Royal Tactician & Conjurer

Male - Human Noble - Neutral Good

Wizard (Conjurer) 1 / Duskblade 1

Initiative + 1 / Hit Points: 13 / Speed: 30ft

Armor Class: 14 / Touch: 11 / Flat-Footed: 13

Will + 5 / Reflex +1 / Fortitude +3

Doallyn met Skold's handshake instead with a clasp at the forearm in greeting.

Skold. Well met. I can't say I am much of a religious man myself. But I am familiar enough with the Gods to know Heironeous by name. I would imagine a man that fights in his name is a good one to have by their side right now with the treachery afoot.

Racanna would take the offered hand as well in turn, though her voice was strained and raw. She placed a hand on her throat, despite it. A stubbornness in her eyes and determination that she would not allow the injury to keep her from responding to a degree as was proper of her station.

Halò

Racanna winced from the strain. Doallyn paused and looked at her with a bit of sadness. Moving around he stood behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder before looking back to Skold and addressed his question.

Tis' not my house to give all the information of what befell within its walls. However as one of the near victims that happened to be here at the time, I also feel that I can not avoid it.

He paused for a moment, seeming to weigh the words on how to best approach the topic.

There was an attack...

Doallyn trailed off. Still replaying the events his mind.

Doallyn McClare

Character Sheet

Male Neutral Good Human Wizard,

Init +1

HP: 13/13

Speed: 30

AC: 14

Touch: 11 / Flat-footed: 13

Fort +3 / Ref +1 / Will +5

Base Attack Bonus: +1

Abilities: Str 10, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 14

Spellbook

Wizard Spells Per Day:

Cantrips - 3

Message | Message | Open/Close

1st Level - 2 (1 + Intelligence Bonus Spell )

Spell Save DC: 10 + Spell Level + Intelligence Modifier (+3): Conjuration Spells +1

Summon Monster | Summoner Monster

Duskblade Spells Per Day:

Cantrips - 4

Detect Magic | Read Magic | Detect Magic | Read Magic

1st Level - 2

Blade of Blood | Resist Energy

Spell Like Abilities: 6

(Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Flare, Ghost Sound, Read Magic)

Edited April 26 by ArcaneDesperado (see edit history)

snugglepooh · April 26

Sarai, Enchantress of the Veil

Female Gray Elf Enchanter 2

Init 6 | HP 9/9 | AC 11, Touch 11, FF 9 | Fort 2, Ref 2, Will 1

Once aboard the chariot, Sarai takes a moment to rest her hand on Skold's forearm, giving him a reassuring smile before turning her attention back to Jonathan's detailed description of events transpiring at their current destination. Upon arrival, she would take a moment or two to breathe in the air, surveying the landscape as they made their way into the manor. She would notice how leaving the chaos and bustle of the city behind them in exchange for this serene setting seemed to have served the big warrior as well, as he stood tall once more.

She would trust Varon's, or rather his Lordship's, assertion that the Lady's house guests were tied to recent events and as such might have useful information. It would be good not to go in blind when potentially dealing with a death cult. She would smile graciously when the two humans arrive and listen attentively to their introduction. Humans sure do talk a lot. I suppose when you live three generations in only 100 years... She would dismiss that line of xenophobic thinking, though, and instead focus on absorbing the names and titles presented, and human nobles seemed to have just as many as those of any other race. At least in that regard, she could find some common ground.

Sarai Starshadow, Enchantress of the Moonveil Elves, she would say with a graceful curtsy while they were still making introductions. That should be enough of a title, I think. The Taylors had been well paid and earned every copper. Her raven tresses spilled down past her petite shoulders like a midnight waterfall onto a canvas of lace and satin finery, bringing the deep blues and purples of the fabric to life. The violet hue of her skin shone more vibrantly in contrast; her ice blue eyes seemed more intensely ice blue. Clearly, she was well suited for this environment. Her gaze would linger on Doallyn only briefly as she introduced herself before she turned her attention to his betrothed. I love your ensemble, she would say with a smile, waving to indicate the woman's outfit.

While the two men discussed religion and current events, she would sit quietly with Racanna, realizing it was painful for her to speak and so not pushing the conversation. The discussion at hand was important enough, at any rate, and she wouldn't want to be caught off guard when asked for her opinion later, so she would take the opportunity to try some of the - what she might consider - "exotic" fare while she listened.

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Sarai

Init 6 | HP 9/9 | BAB 1 | Speed 30'

AC 11, Touch 11, Flat-footed 9

Fortitude 2, Reflex 2, Will 1

Str 6, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 20, Wis 10, Cha 14

Condition Healthy

Shortbow (18/20 arrows) +2 (1d6-2, x3)
Dagger -2 (1d4-2, 19-20 x2)

Resources
Potions: CLW (2), Parchment (4), Ink (1 vial), Sealing Wax (1 lb), Candles (10), Chalk (10), Twine (50'), Sparker (10), Trail Rations (8)

Money
51 g, 61 s, 13 c

Prepared Spells
0 Level: Detect Magic, Daze, Mage Hand
1st Level: Charm Person, Hypnotism, Mage Armor, Obscuring Mist

Zila

Hummingbird Familiar

Init 2 | HP 2/2 | Speed 10'/40' Fly (Average)

AC 17, Touch 16, Flat-footed 15

Fortitude 2, Reflex 4 Will 2

Str 1, Dex 15, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6

Condition Healthy

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Actions

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Knowledge: Religion, Knowledge: Nobility, Sense Motive

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Terran · April 26

Sister Elektra. Healer & Elementalist

QUICK STATS: AC=18, Touch=12, FF=16 / HP=15/15 / Init=2 / Saves: Fort=4, Reflex=2, Will = 6 _________________________________________________________________________

Sister Elektra has only been around nobility a few times, but more than enough to know to usually keep her mouth shut and that things tended to work out better when she also keeps her thoughts to herself as well.

As such, this was the strategy which the Dwarven holy woman took this day, watching, listening and mentally analyzing the setting, the people, their body language as well as the spoken word while she contemplates various details, as well as their motives.

It is only after a pair of obviously injured members of the noble house arrive and formally introduce herself that Elektra finally speaks, simply saying as she slightly bows, "Sister Elektra, Priestess of the Stoneshoulder Clan."

After which, the Elementalist says no more, neither smiling nor frowning as she intentionally displays a neutral position while making a mental healing check on the pair only inside of Elektra's head, without touching or openly displaying her activities to anyone else, in an attempt to secretly determine if she might be of possible help.

Show Mechanics

Free Action:

Move:

Swift Action:

Move Action:

Standard Action:

Continuing Effects: None

Edited April 26 by Terran (see edit history)

ArcaneDesperado · April 26

Doallyn McClare / Royal Tactician & Conjurer

Male - Human Noble - Neutral Good

Wizard (Conjurer) 1 / Duskblade 1

Initiative + 1 / Hit Points: 13 / Speed: 30ft

Armor Class: 14 / Touch: 11 / Flat-Footed: 13

Will + 5 / Reflex +1 / Fortitude +3

♫

Doallyn nodded a return to both the curtsy and the bow from Sarsi and Elektra. Racanna smiled lightly as Sarsi sat beside her and attempted to make some sort of conversation regarding the outfit. The inability to hold a dialogue was vexing the noble woman and it was clearly written all over her face amid the lacerations and other indicators of the conflict. There were a few hand motions between the fabric and at Sarsi's eyes, to give the implication to saying how well they went together. A best attempt that the noble woman could manage at this time. Her attention shifted back to Doallyn however as he continued a bit more on the events. She reached a hand up to the one on her shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

The entire story is a bit long-winded. I will try and keep it as neatly trimmed down as possible.

He breathed a bit before beginning.

My grandfather Myrddin, who I mentioned, had gone missing a few months prior. He'd spoken to me as well via Sending spells, but most of those messages were confusing and bordering of a man losing his mind. Things involving crowns, gates, eyes. Much of it wild ramblings. I'd attempted to contact him back through similar means but was unsuccessful in getting a response. Racanna through utilizing several of her father's networks was able to track him down here. Neferkare hosting him. He was speaking with the master of the household here. Looking to make some sort of research deal.

Doallyn paused for a moment before continuing.

Having last heard of his location in Sandpyke here, I followed to try and find him. To figure out what was going on with his sudden irrational behavior. Find out if he needed some sort of help. Emissaries of Evening Glory arrived at roughly the same time.

He shook his head a bit.

I'm not very familiar with the group. Something preached about eternal love. There is undeath attached so I'm less inclined to listen. Needless to say, I would likely venture a guess of their involvement. The timing is too... convenient. Darkness covered much of what transpired. I wish I could provide more vivid details of the actually attack. The end result however was several of the Lady's kin slaughtered and well as numerous guards and at least a dozen house staff. Racanna and myself also nearly killed. Perhaps an added bonus to send two more houses into chaos by having their heirs killed.

Doallyn frowned.

My grandfather also having already disappeared into the wind once again before our arrival.

Doallyn McClare

Character Sheet

Male Neutral Good Human Wizard,

Init +1

HP: 13/13

Speed: 30

AC: 14

Touch: 11 / Flat-footed: 13

Fort +3 / Ref +1 / Will +5

Base Attack Bonus: +1

Abilities: Str 10, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 14

Spellbook

Wizard Spells Per Day:

Cantrips - 3

Message | Message | Open/Close

1st Level - 2 (1 + Intelligence Bonus Spell )

Spell Save DC: 10 + Spell Level + Intelligence Modifier (+3): Conjuration Spells +1

Summon Monster | Summoner Monster

Duskblade Spells Per Day:

Cantrips - 4

Detect Magic | Read Magic | Detect Magic | Read Magic

1st Level - 2

Blade of Blood | Resist Energy

Spell Like Abilities: 6

(Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Flare, Ghost Sound, Read Magic)

Edited April 26 by ArcaneDesperado (see edit history)

Ruess · April 26

In The Shade

"It is good to see you ambulant, Lord McClare, and your lady wife as well. We require no heralds here, protocol notwithstanding: we have... Other priorities. You mention Archmage Macclare was in poor mental state? " Varon shows no emotion on his face, and his posture remains as rigid as ever. His voice is enough emotionless, and clear in pronounciation.

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RielatThird weekday, 30th49 days to a month, except Mesha is a day short of MeshaFirst month of the year, out of eight in total. 8:43 A.M

Edited April 26 by Ruess (see edit history)

Draidden · April 26

Gaerbarradd (Shade) Whisper Gnome, Rogue 2

AC: 18, HP: 12/12, Initiative7: +4, Perception: +8, Search: +8

Str: 11 (+0), Dex: 18(+4), Con: 12 (+1), Int: 16 (+3), Wis: 13 (+1), Cha:13 (+1)

Shade steps forward to get everyone's attention. Possibly startling the two new comers who might not have seen him as he was staying back behind the others. He nods to Doallyn and Racanna.

Excuse me, but I have noted two things of importance that I wish to bring to everyone's attention.

First off is the plate of bread and salt on the table with the rest of the food. For those not familiar with it that is a offer of Sacred Hospitality. If you partake of it then enter into an agreement with the host. You promise to be on your best behavior and not cause your host problems and the hos agrees to offer you their fullest hospitality and protection while you are under their roof. So keep that in mind if you partake as well as that not partaking can been seen as a threat or insult and the host has no obligations to protect you or show any other hospitality to you.

The other is that I have noted several nature talismans around the place that point towards a person who reveres nature and not some bloodthristy hunter. Figured it was worth noting that our host appears to be peaceful sort of person and that any other actions from them can be considered out of character. Perhaps caused by grief. Perhaps by outside influence.

He glances again at Doallyn and Racanna as if suddenly remembering something.

Oh, people call me Shade. Nice to meet you.

OOC

ArcaneDesperado · April 26

Doallyn McClare / Royal Tactician & Conjurer

Male - Human Noble - Neutral Good

Wizard (Conjurer) 1 / Duskblade 1

Initiative + 1 / Hit Points: 13 / Speed: 30ft

Armor Class: 14 / Touch: 11 / Flat-Footed: 13

Will + 5 / Reflex +1 / Fortitude +3

♫

Doallyn had never met a Gnome before so perhaps the rather odd interjection into the conversation regarding Hospitality wasnt abnormal for Shade. Doallyn quirked an eyebrow slightly at the comment but otherwise didnt seem to pay it much heed. He however did nod in return to the introduction.

His attention shifted back over to Varon that had asked about his grandfather. Doallyn could appreciate the man's ability to remain professional and nearly void of emotion in the situation. The rigid stance however left him a bit unsure.

Aye Varon, They left myself able to walk, that will prove to be their first mistake once I find them. I will not be so sloppy.

Doallyn cut a sly smile, the concept of retribution for the crimes that took place in this House, almost seemed to make the man stand taller and prouder.

As for Myrddin, I have not been able to physical see him or speak with him. I can only go from the few random sendings that I received. They were not just the ramblings of an old man that had over indulged himself with pipeweed and Highlands whiskey. They were ravings and almost fearful at times. "The Eye is the Gate" he also kept repeating. I did not have the time to really ask the members of the house here on his state when he allegedly visited, as shortly into our arrival the attack happened. Now etiquette would find me rude to pressure her regarding the business arrangement as she goes into a mourning period.

Doallyn McClare

Character Sheet

Male Neutral Good Human Wizard,

Init +1

HP: 13/13

Speed: 30

AC: 14

Touch: 11 / Flat-footed: 13

Fort +3 / Ref +1 / Will +5

Base Attack Bonus: +1

Abilities: Str 10, Dex 12, Con 12, Int 17, Wis 12, Cha 14

Spellbook

Wizard Spells Per Day:

Cantrips - 3

Message | Message | Open/Close

1st Level - 2 (1 + Intelligence Bonus Spell )

Spell Save DC: 10 + Spell Level + Intelligence Modifier (+3): Conjuration Spells +1

Summon Monster | Summoner Monster

Duskblade Spells Per Day:

Cantrips - 4

Detect Magic | Read Magic | Detect Magic | Read Magic

1st Level - 2

Blade of Blood | Resist Energy

Spell Like Abilities: 6

(Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Flare, Ghost Sound, Read Magic)

Lord of Monies · April 26

Skold

Skold - Crusader

HP: 20/20 | Init: +0 | AC: 16 Touch: 10 FF: 16 | Fort: +5 Reflex: +0 Will: +1 |

Stance: Martial Spirit | Maneuvers | Steely Resolve 0/5

Skold listened carefully to Doallyn's account. He didn't need to be told that Morning Glory's arrival was suspicious, but now more pieces were starting to come together; something Sarai would no doubt be better at solving. He had his own strengths, one as ever being his martial professionalism. Something you'd also expect to see in the guards of a Noble's abode, and as bad as Skold was at reading people socially, even he could tell these guards seemed rattled.

He took a piece of Sacred Hospitality from the plate, just holding on to it for now, and walked towards the nearest guard carefully so as to not rattle them further. "You doing alright?" He spoke as if to a friend. Reassuring with no expectations, allowing them all the time they needed to speak their mind.

snugglepooh · April 27

Sarai, Enchantress of the Veil

Female Gray Elf Enchanter 2

Init 6 | HP 9/9 | AC 11, Touch 11, FF 9 | Fort 2, Ref 2, Will 1

Sarai would partake of the salted bread as if it were the natural thing to do, choosing one she felt would go well with the exquisite crab cocktail she discovered. The light meal stimulated her appetite noticeably, but she tried to stay focused on the topic at hand. Humored by the curious look this young noble gave Shade, she would hear the full depiction of events before contributing anything herself. When Skold moves to speak with the guards, and seeing the others quietly waiting, she finally responds.

The eye is the gate, hmmm....

It's good that we give the Lady her space and a chance to grieve, yes, but the presence of Evening Glory here complicates things. The term "love after death" is used in reference to that deity, and some take that to mean undeath, yes.

We're concerned that the Lady may not be in the best state of mind, now, and may be more susceptible to these emissaries' overtures, including potentially convincing her to raise her dead relatives. Of course that is a less than desirable outcome, so it would be good to confer with the Lady at her earliest convenience. If something nefarious is going on, someone may need to intervene.

She would look to Varon, since he was effectively their local guide and would likely know who the proper authority was, before returning her attention to the food. Two days immersed in her research while eating little and a light breakfast this morning had left her with quite an appetite after their trek across the city, which she hadn't realized until she'd started nibbling. She would look for something sweet on offer to follow the savory crab dish.

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Sarai

Init 6 | HP 9/9 | BAB 1 | Speed 30'

AC 11, Touch 11, Flat-footed 9

Fortitude 2, Reflex 2, Will 1

Str 6, Dex 14, Con 12, Int 20, Wis 10, Cha 14

Condition Healthy

Shortbow (18/20 arrows) +2 (1d6-2, x3)
Dagger -2 (1d4-2, 19-20 x2)

Resources
Potions: CLW (2), Parchment (4), Ink (1 vial), Sealing Wax (1 lb), Candles (10), Chalk (10), Twine (50'), Sparker (10), Trail Rations (8)

Money
51 g, 61 s, 13 c

Prepared Spells
0 Level: Detect Magic, Daze, Mage Hand
1st Level: Charm Person, Hypnotism, Mage Armor, Obscuring Mist

Zila

Hummingbird Familiar

Init 2 | HP 2/2 | Speed 10'/40' Fly (Average)

AC 17, Touch 16, Flat-footed 15

Fortitude 2, Reflex 4 Will 2

Str 1, Dex 15, Con 10, Int 6, Wis 14, Cha 6

Condition Healthy

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Edited April 27 by snugglepooh (see edit history)

Terran · April 27

Sister Elektra. Healer & Elementalist

QUICK STATS: AC=18, Touch=12, FF=16 / HP=15/15 / Init=2 / Saves: Fort=4, Reflex=2, Will = 6 _________________________________________________________________________

Sister Elektra momentarily winces when the holy woman perceives the extent of the dark shadow that is presently overhanging everyone and every aspect of House McClare.

It's painfully obvious to the Elementalist that alarm, fear and worry rule the day here affecting all from the lowest servant to the highest noble lord of the manor in one manner or another.

Furthermore, both Lord McClaren and Lady Enhasa are clearly injured even though they were likely treated by some of the best healers in the City, which bears evidence to the original extent of their horrific injuries.

Their respective injuries indicate that these nobles were not only injured but also chastised as evidenced by the nature, location and severity of the wounds which indicates extremely evil, powerful foes are likely responsible.

To the experienced healer, it appears that an effort was made to take or destroy Lord McClaren's manhood featuring injuries clearly designed to terrorize as the victim bleeds out over time. The fact that he can even walk is a testament to the healers here as well as Lord McClaren's own pain tolerance, the Dwarven Priestess thinks to herself.

On the other hand, the fact that Lady Enhasa was still alive was close to a miracle. Her injury was the opposite of her husband, featuring a savage bite inflicted by a creature with four large fangs which were sunk deep into the soft flesh of her throat in a death grip common to large predators that is designed to crush the windpipe and result in a horrific bloody choking and painful death.

However, Sister Elektra also realized that these wounds were far beyond her healing abilities and likely were treated by some of the most powerful clerics and healers in the entire region just given the fact that both intended victims were still among the living and that there was little that she could do to help other than offer prayers up for them later today.

Nonetheless, all of these shocking observations and distracting thoughts were timely interrupted by the input of Shade, who had some notable observations of his own, including the bread and salt others seem to be partaking of in common ceremony.

When Doallyn reveals that the missing Myrddin from their house has received 'sendings' indicating that "The Eye is the Gate," Sister Elektra mulls the meaning of the phrase over and over in her mind as she attempts to discern its meaning.

Sister Elektra gauges the reaction of those in the room when Sarai speaks forwardly about the Evening Glory and unfolding events in the household, partaking of the salt and bread when such is appropriate and proper given local customs.

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Edited April 27 by Terran (see edit history)

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