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Book One: The Scouring of Gate Pass Act Three: Escaping The City

The guards appear to be extremely tired and yet answer Iymbryl with respect and kindness. "The Councilman is still out, sir. He is still making his arguments to the rest of the council to not allow the Inquisitors into the city. Rumor is those pleas are falling on deaf ears at this time, apparently, loud explosions make it hard to hear. That said, Sir Menash has ordered us to ask anyone seeking him if they would like to wait in his foyer, inside the gate, or come back, our understanding is that he should return shortly. Would you like to come in?"

 

The men motion towards the gate, and seem ready to part should the party with to wait inside the gate, or in the building itself.

 

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Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/cc/f5/19ccf52461370b5a820a83760ba0a075.jpg


AC: 17 (chainshirt & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1

Iymbryl looked at the others, then turned back to the pair of guards and gave a nod. "It is imperative that we speak with him as soon as possible. We'd very much like to come wait for him, thank you." The guard captain followed the pair into the estate, wondering how long it would be until he arrived.



Mechanics

Main Hand: N/A
Off Hand: Shield


Free: N/A
Manipulate: N/A
Action:  N/A
Move: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
Concentration: N/A

Spells

Cantrips:
Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows)

1st Level:
Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat

2nd Level:
Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

     

 

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AC: 15 | HP: 20/20 | HD: 3/3d10 | Initiative: +3 | Gathered Swarm | Favored Foe | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 2nd -/- | DM Inspiration: 1/1

 

Belfyr's plan had been successful. With just a few easy tricks, he'd been able to provide himself with hours of procrastination. The crowds had been worth their weight in such until he was too weary to even stand. Only then had he returned to the confines of his corner and taken to to rest. Too tired to dwell, Belfyr had slept.

Morning came too early, as it often did. His bones ached and his mind was unsettled, but there was nothing to do about either at the moment. He saw to some of the food Iymbryl had procured without questioning the source; instead offering the man a simple nod and a wave as he scurried back to his corner for a moment of private respite while he gobbled up the bread.

The self-inflicted embargo on communicating with others continued as they emerged again from the temple. His personal silence matched that of the ceasefire of the city, but he didn't see the connection at all humorous. Instead, it felt melancholy. This place had been his home for these past few years and while he'd never found himself spiritually attached to Gate Pass, weirder things had happened.

The estate before him felt out of place. It's own guard patrol and iron barred walls had become all too familiar with places of significance in the city, in the kind of way that made such things feel almost like self-realized prophecies. One did not build walls around their home or place of study within a city unless you thought that at some point you would need them. It was almost becoming cliche to see big buildings standing tall with such defenses while the bakeries and the merchant stalls still smoldered.

Belfyr wrinkled his nose at the idea of going inside and waiting, but not because it had been the suggestion of Iymbryl. He was getting a real sense that the world was closing in on him and being outside gave him the best chance to keep such thoughts at bay. But he knew it would be silly to request a reprieve at this very moment -perhaps even breaking the respected trust between guardsmen- so instead he followed behind and hoped that his slipping good will could withstand another crowded room.

 

 

 

 

 



Mechanics

Main Hand: Quarterstaff
Off Hand: Empty


Action:
Bonus Action: Your bonus action goes here.
Move: Not moving
Manipulate: Your one free object interaction goes here.

Bookkeeping

Full Statblock

Belfyr Half-Elf Ranger (Swarmkeeper) 3 NG

AC 15 HP 20 Speed 30 ftft

Str 14 (2) Dex 16 (3) Con 10 (0) Wis 14 (2) Int 10 (0) Cha 12 (1)

Attacks
Longbow
Quarterstaff

Half-Elf Features:
Darkvision
Fey Ancestry: Adv on saving throws vs charmed,
Magic can’t put you to sleep.
Skill Versatility: Persuasion, Survival
Ranger Features
Favored Foe: Tasha's pg 57
Natural Explorer:
Fighting Style: Defense +1 to AC when worn
Spellcasting
Ranger Archetype: Swarmkeeper
Gathered Swarm
Swarmkeeper Magic: bonus Mage Hand, Faerie Fire
Primeval Awareness: PHB

 

 

Equipment

Assets: 84 gp


Carried/Worn Total for Pack

o Longbow
o Quiver w/20 arrows
o Common Clothes
o Studded Leather
o Quarterstaff

 

o Herbalism Kit
o Mess Kit
o Cooking Utensils

Spell Casting

Spell Save DC: 10
Spell Attack Mod: +2
Spells Known: 
Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 2nd 0/0


Cantrips

Mage Hand

 

1st Level

Faerie Fire

Cure Wounds

Goodberry

Hunter's Mark

 

2nd Level

 

 

 

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AC: 18 | HP: 24/24 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 10 |Spell Slots: 1st 2/3 | Concentration: None | Notes


The dwarf muttered to himself when the councilman was out - unfortunate, but it seemed like waiting was the only choice they had since they needed his help. He looked at the defenses around them with his practiced eye. Stone, metal and even wood were materials he'd spent years working with and shaping to his will. He tried to gauge what sort of state the place was in and if it had seen any battle, not for any reason other than his own insatiable curiosity and the always nagging sense that he needed to know as much as he could in any situation.

"How long you figger we'll have to wait?" he asked the guards.

 

Mechanics

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Main Hand: Jeweler's Pick
Off Hand: Shield

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Action:
Bonus Action: None
Move: None
Manipulate: None

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Book One: The Scouring of Gate Pass Act Three: Escaping The City

The guards let you past the gate and move back to their own positions allowing the gate to close behind you. There is a clear path to the house, and as you approach the door it is opened by a man dressed in a multi-colored suit that matches the outfit of the guards, if the oddness of the suit bothers him he does not show it on his face. He motions for you to enter, and leads you into a room about 40' by 40' that has ample seating and places for people to leave their coats and hats. "Hello, as I am sure you have been told the councilman is out. We expect him back shortly. Until then please make yourselves comfortable. You may roam around the 1st floor if you wish to view some of the pieces in the rooms."

The man motions to the walls behind him, on the walls are all sorts of curious items. Exotic weapons of all sorts adorn the walls— whips, urgroshes, double axes, double swords, monk weapons, a heavy crossbow designed to look like a porcupine (but no spiked chain; too trite)— made more exotic by unorthodox choices like red and yellow frog pommels, or bunny-shaped striking heads. "Through the door is a dining hall, there is a waiting room on the other side of that, this is the greeting room, the kitchen is here is well but mundane, and there are three galleries on the wings. The 4th door is a store room, I would request that you leave that one closed" He motions to a door to let you know which one he means. "Is there anything I may get any of you while you wait? The kitchen always has something on hand, or perhaps a drink?"

 

The man oddly does not ask for any of your names, or ask you to state your business, he seems used to this process.

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AC: 12 | HP: 17/20 | HD: 3/3d6 | Initiative: +2 | PP: 13 | Finder's Magic: 1/1 | Font of Magic: 1/3 | Spell Slots: 1st 3/4 2nd 0/2 | DM Inspiration: 1/1


Anne stood in the main entry, eyes noting the intricate details of the weaponry on display. There was thought to each piece, bizarre...but clear choices. She didn't quite know what to think about the items, other than they were more art than armor. She began to wander to the next room when offered food or drink. "A dark ale would be nice, if available." 

She followed the man as he moved to retrieve the requests. "My name is Anne...what can we call you? Based on the greeting we received, I kind of thought there would be a number of people in here waiting for the councilman."  Her eyes glanced up as they walked, taking in the other art as they passed.


Mechanics

Main Hand: Empty
Off Hand: Empty


Action: none
Bonus Action: none
Move: none
Manipulate: Your one free object interaction goes here.

 

Bookkeeping

Full Statblock

Yveran "Anne" Tallindor
Half-Orc Aberrant Mind Sorcerer 3


Str 12 Dex 14 Con 14 Int 8 Wis 12 Cha 16

HP 18/20 HD 3d6/3d6 AC 12 Speed 30 ft


Passive Perception 13 Initiative +2

Languages Common, Elvish & Goblin
Background Untamed Youth

Dagger +4 attack, 1d4+2 piercing


Proficiency +2 Saving Throws Constitution & Charisma
Skills Acrobatics, Intimidation, Perception & Persuasion
Tools Painter's Tools
Instruments None
Weapons Daggers, darts, slings, quarterstaffs, light crossbows
Armor None

Features DarkvisionHunter's IntuitionFinder's MagicSpells of the MarkSpellcastingOrigin: Aberrant MindTelepathic SpeechFont of Magic (3)Metamagic: Careful & Empowered

Equipment

Assets: 84 gp


Carried/Worn Total for Pack

o Light Crossbow
o Quiver w/20 bolts
o Common Clothes
o 2 Daggers
o Staff (Arcane Focus)
o Shealis' Component Pouch

Dungeoneer's Pack
o Painter's Supplies
Toiletries

Spell Casting

Spell Save DC: 13
Spell Attack Mod: +5
Spells Known: 4+2+2+1
Spell Slots: 1st 3/4 2nd 0/2


Cantrips

Acid Splash

Infestation

Mage Hand

Mind Sliver

Prestidigitation

 

1st Level

Arms of Haddar

Dissonant Whispers

Faerie Fire

Ice Knife

 

2nd Level

Calm Emotions

Detect Thoughts

Locate Object (1 free use)

Shatter

Web

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AC: 18 | HP: 24/24 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 10 |Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 | Concentration: None | Notes


Bronn eyed the buffoon who led them into the estate warily; the odd costume and the way it matched the uniforms of the guards made him wonder if the noble here was eccentric or vain. Probably both. As the entered, he noted the exotic weapons that hung everywhere and made him all the more curious about the person they were getting involved with. For one that solved problems with pen and paper he seemed to have a fascination with combat, and not in a conventional way. He frowned but looked over as the man mentioned the store room as off limits. It was the place he wanted to see most, since he hadn't been able to scavenge equipment from anywhere else in this blasted city. Be nice if they could get back to his shop so he could pick a few things up but it wasn't going to happen, not with the city the way it was.

He glanced at Anne as she ordered - still a bit early for most folks, but he supposed small beer weren't doing any harm. Drink was all well and good, but breakfast at the church had been less than filling, especially with what the rest of the day was like to hold.

"Eggs for me, with meat - sausage, ham, bacon - whatever you got. And biscuits'd be nice. And when did you say the councilman'd be back?"

 

Mechanics

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Main Hand: Jeweler's Pick
Off Hand: Shield

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Action:
Bonus Action: None
Move: None
Manipulate: None

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AC: 15 | HP: 20/20 | HD: 3/3d10 | Initiative: +3 | Gathered Swarm | Favored Foe | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 2nd -/- | DM Inspiration: 1/1

 

It was not difficult to slink to the back of the procession into the estate. Others were far more eager to do whatever it is they thought they were going to get to do, and Belfyr was equally eager to not go inside. It was only out of necessity that the half-elf reluctantly climbed through the doorway of the building and beyond.

The decorations of in the main room brought a puzzled look to Belfyr's face and he didn't think it prudent to hide it. Before last night, there had been dozens of places inside Gate Pass that he'd not trespassed, but that list was quickly growing shorter. But the more he saw, the more questions that arose from it all. The people of Gate Pass had since proven to him that they were no more like-minded to him than he to an alley cat. One weapon pulled down from one of these walls and sold would probably keep him for months. Th door merchant's hideaway could keep him cloaked from unwanted attention for weeks. The sheer amount of magic coursing through the university could keep a man in power for ages.

Belfyr suddenly did not have an appetite. For food or most any other thing either.

He leaned on his staff in such a way as to hide his whispers to Iymbryl. "This place is untouched by last night. As are those weapons. If there was ever a need..." His voice trailed as he returned to a more erect position and with it a slight rolling of his eyes.

 

 

 

 

 



Mechanics

Main Hand: Quarterstaff
Off Hand: Empty


Action:
Bonus Action: Your bonus action goes here.
Move: Not moving
Manipulate: Your one free object interaction goes here.

Bookkeeping

Full Statblock

Belfyr Half-Elf Ranger (Swarmkeeper) 3 NG

AC 15 HP 20 Speed 30 ftft

Str 14 (2) Dex 16 (3) Con 10 (0) Wis 14 (2) Int 10 (0) Cha 12 (1)

Attacks
Longbow
Quarterstaff

Half-Elf Features:
Darkvision
Fey Ancestry: Adv on saving throws vs charmed,
Magic can’t put you to sleep.
Skill Versatility: Persuasion, Survival
Ranger Features
Favored Foe: Tasha's pg 57
Natural Explorer:
Fighting Style: Defense +1 to AC when worn
Spellcasting
Ranger Archetype: Swarmkeeper
Gathered Swarm
Swarmkeeper Magic: bonus Mage Hand, Faerie Fire
Primeval Awareness: PHB

 

 

Equipment

Assets: 84 gp


Carried/Worn Total for Pack

o Longbow
o Quiver w/20 arrows
o Common Clothes
o Studded Leather
o Quarterstaff

 

o Herbalism Kit
o Mess Kit
o Cooking Utensils

Spell Casting

Spell Save DC: 10
Spell Attack Mod: +2
Spells Known: 
Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 2nd 0/0


Cantrips

Mage Hand

 

1st Level

Faerie Fire

Cure Wounds

Goodberry

Hunter's Mark

 

2nd Level

 

 

 

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Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/cc/f5/19ccf52461370b5a820a83760ba0a075.jpg


AC: 17 (chainshirt & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1

Iymbryl frowned at Anne's request. It was still morning, and they had important things to do, and yet she was about to start day drinking. With a sigh he simply shook his head. "Nothing for me, thank you." His gaze turned toward the weapons in the display. They could only be called 'gaudy', to the point of being cringeworthy.

He was drawn from the carriage-wreck of a display by Belfyr. He turned to give the man a raised eyebrow, not entirely sure what he was trying to get out. It was true this place had been lucky to remain entirely untouched. With much of the city in ruins, it was a wonder. "I'm..." He paused as he considered the Half Elf's real intentions. Iymbryl couldn't imagine himself, or any of them carrying around a porcupine shaped crossbow, or a blade with a hilt in the shape of a bunny. But he supposed Belfyr was most likely the most practical one of the group. "Perhaps if the councilman is willing to help us, he might be convinced to arm us as well, for our rather dangerous endeavor." He couldn't imagine even someone so wealthy would let such things lay around for Ragesia to simply take if the country was attempting to capture the city by force. "We can certainly ask..." He gave Belfyr another assessing gaze. "Do you like...bunnies?" The guard captain wondered if any of the weapons were normal, but he had his doubts. "Shall we look around while we wait?"



Mechanics

Main Hand: N/A
Off Hand: Shield


Free: N/A
Manipulate: N/A
Action:  N/A
Move: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
Concentration: N/A

Spells

Cantrips:
Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows)

1st Level:
Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat

2nd Level:
Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

     

 

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Book One: The Scouring of Gate Pass Act Three: Escaping The City

"They call me Arwin, so I suppose you may call me the same." The strange man vanishes through some doors and returns quickly with everything the party requested without comment or question. He motions to the tray of food drinks in an offer for those to help themselves to the items. Arwin glances around, "The councilman should be back soon, but I could not possibly know when."

 

Those who looked around the rooms further while they waited found more of same equipment on the walls and the same decor. Everything was gaudy and awful, while also being incredibly well-made and detailed. It wasn't too long before the front door opened again and a large red-haired man came into the door. The mean wore more garishly vibrant colors and a cape that both matched and didn't at the same time. The man bellowed from the front waiting room, but not in an unfriendly way, "Who is it that calls on me this day?"

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AC: 18 | HP: 24/24 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 10 |Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 | Concentration: None | Notes


Breakfast was good, though the sausage could have been hotter for his taste, but he didn't leave anything on the plate regardless. This nobleman's eye for decor was odd, but that didn't surprise him. In his experience, when folk didn't have to worry about where their next meal came from their eccentricity tended to increase with their gold. Based on his choices, Bronn guessed the man liked attention - a guess which was reinforced when the Lord returned home. His clothing was as loud as might be expected, and his voice considerably louder.

"Well," Bronn started, jerking a thumb towards their supposed Resistance leader, "you know Torrent I guess. I'm Bronn, this is Anne, the annoyed looking Captain is Iymbryll, there's Belfyr and old Olvyn. You're Councilman Menash I guess."

Probably he should have just kept his mouth shut and let Iymbryll or Torrent handle introductions but he was tired of waiting. Getting out of this damned city wasn't going to be easy, and they needed to know if they were going to get help here sooner rather than later. If Menash was going to leave them hanging it was better to know quick, so they could put their effort into something that was like to help. He halted there in case there was any reaction to gauge, despite the burning desire to just spout their business and get it over with.

Mechanics

___________________________________________________

Main Hand: Jeweler's Pick
Off Hand: Shield

___________________________________________________

Action:
Bonus Action: None
Move: None
Manipulate: None

___________________________________________________

 

   
     
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AC: 15 | HP: 20/20 | HD: 3/3d10 | Initiative: +3 | Gathered Swarm | Favored Foe | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 2nd -/- | DM Inspiration: 1/1

 

Decidedly caught off guard by the joke, Belfyr didn't have a response befitting his own candor waiting to be plucked from the quiver. Instead, he simply snorted and took a second glance at the weapon with a rabbit motif. He thought to say something about humans and their wealth, but that too was a thought that slipped away the longer he stared at the garish display.

But he couldn't stop looking at them either. The Half-Elf moved from one to the next and was either bemused by their existence or confused, sometimes both. As food and drink were served, the unique weaponry served as a distraction for Belfyr, which he greedily took.

At the approach of the new arrival, it took until Bronn was halfway through introductions for Belfyr to realize that this might be the master of the house, and the councilman they sought. At first glance, he'd simply lumped him in with the rest of the ridiculously clothed servants of the house.

Belfyr planted his staff between his feet and leaned on it a little. Best to ground oneself in sensibility than to be tossed aside by another strange surprise. He looked at the councilman and awaited a response.

 

 

 

 

 



Mechanics

Main Hand: Quarterstaff
Off Hand: Empty


Action:
Bonus Action: Your bonus action goes here.
Move: Not moving
Manipulate: Your one free object interaction goes here.

Bookkeeping

Full Statblock

Belfyr Half-Elf Ranger (Swarmkeeper) 3 NG

AC 15 HP 20 Speed 30 ftft

Str 14 (2) Dex 16 (3) Con 10 (0) Wis 14 (2) Int 10 (0) Cha 12 (1)

Attacks
Longbow
Quarterstaff

Half-Elf Features:
Darkvision
Fey Ancestry: Adv on saving throws vs charmed,
Magic can’t put you to sleep.
Skill Versatility: Persuasion, Survival
Ranger Features
Favored Foe: Tasha's pg 57
Natural Explorer:
Fighting Style: Defense +1 to AC when worn
Spellcasting
Ranger Archetype: Swarmkeeper
Gathered Swarm
Swarmkeeper Magic: bonus Mage Hand, Faerie Fire
Primeval Awareness: PHB

 

 

Equipment

Assets: 84 gp


Carried/Worn Total for Pack

o Longbow
o Quiver w/20 arrows
o Common Clothes
o Studded Leather
o Quarterstaff

 

o Herbalism Kit
o Mess Kit
o Cooking Utensils

Spell Casting

Spell Save DC: 10
Spell Attack Mod: +2
Spells Known: 
Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 2nd 0/0


Cantrips

Mage Hand

 

1st Level

Faerie Fire

Cure Wounds

Goodberry

Hunter's Mark

 

2nd Level

 

 

 

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Iymbryl Darcassan - Shahalesti Paladin https://i.pinimg.com/564x/19/cc/f5/19ccf52461370b5a820a83760ba0a075.jpg


AC: 17 (chainshirt & shield) | HP: 25/25 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 13 (60ft Darkvision) | Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 (+5, DC 13) | Lay on Hands: 15/15 | Leadership Performance 3/3 | Channel Divinity 1/1 | Harness Power 1/1

There was a long pause while he waited for Belfyr's response, and when he was met with silence, he simply shrugged. Apparently the Half Elf had expended his daily allotment of words. Perhaps he was too embarrassed to admit he liked cute things. He supposed he knew quite a few people with reservations like that. Iymbryl had considered pressing the issue, but decided to let it go, since it seemed the Councilman he finally arrived. Part of him had assumed someone had known who they were, to just let them wander about the man's house, but it seemed that hadn't been the case.


Iymbryl continued to frown at Bronn's introduction. He didn't look annoyed did h- The Elf Captain paused as he started to consider his own facial expression for the first time all day. He could almost feel the crease forming between his brow. Had he really been so deep in his own concerns he had walked around looking like that since this morning? Iymbryl took a deep breath and couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle, the tension in his face breaking like a wave on the rocks. It was time to get this done. "Greetings Councilman Menash. As my companion already handled introductions, I was hoping to jump straight to business. We've come across some information vital to Ragesia, information that is imperative we get to our allies, so they can use it to help us repel these invaders. Your reputation is many things to many people, but no one I've ever respected would say you have ever put the welfare of the city second. That is why we've come to you, hoping you might be able to help us get this information out of the city before they can recapture it."



Mechanics

Main Hand: N/A
Off Hand: Shield


Free: N/A
Manipulate: N/A
Action:  N/A
Move: N/A
Bonus Action: N/A
Reaction: N/A
Concentration: N/A

Spells

Cantrips:
Minor Illusion (Shape Shadows)

1st Level:
Cure Wounds, Command, Disguise Self, Stand the Heat

2nd Level:
Invisibility (Shape Shadows)

     

 

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Book One: The Scouring of Gate Pass Act Three: Escaping The City

The councilman made a bemused smile at Torrent during the introductions, who seemed to grin sheepishly. "I never said I KNEW the councilman, I said I knew of him and that he might help us because he is sympathetic to the cause. I apologize if there was some confusion there."  Torrent then turned to the councilman. "I apologize if we are intruding, but I hope my assumptions were correct."

Once the councilman heard Torrent and Iymbryl and talk he motioned to a set of stairs. "Let's go to my living quarters...some things are better left said in places even more private than my entranceway. " He made his way up the stairs and led the group to a door that opened a massive singular room on the second floor. The entire second floor is a workshop devoted to garish decorations that Mensah had hoped to use in the Festival of Dreams: as a bear mask for the giant statue of Coaltongue, swords made of woven flowers, and dresses made of candy.

He continues up the stairs to the third floor which is his living quarters. There is a vast sitting room and an open bedroom that has a giant balcony that looks out over the city. Menash sighs as he looks out over the broken city, real distress in the sigh. "I guess I will not get to use the decorations in my workshop. Please call me Erdan. Olvyn I know of you and would like to have a private word after this conversation."

 

He looks at the rest of the group and smiles widely. "Tell me of what you have been through since the attack, and then how and why you think I can help you." He spreads his arms out in a welcoming way to invite them to do the talking.

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spacer.pngBronn the Salvor (Mountain Dwarf Artificer)


AC: 18 | HP: 24/24 | Initiative: +2 | Passive Perception: 10 |Spell Slots: 1st 3/3 | Concentration: None | Notes


When the Councilman revealed that he hadn't simply purchased all of these outlandishly garish items but had in fact crafted them Bronn had to rethink his initial assessment. As they followed the man upstairs through the halls and workshops, his keen eyes searched the displays and rated the man's workmanship and artistry. Not Bronn's style at all, but he didn't have to necessarily like a thing to be able to appreciate it.

"Erdan," he repeated after the man when they finally halted in Menash's own sitting room, "I hadn't of guessed a councilman'd be a smith."

He cleared his throat before continuing, "But anyway, this whole thing is a shite mess. We got secret intel that we need to get out of the city, to help oust these Raghesian bastards. But that ain't all - there's elves after this intel too, and they can't get it into their thick heads that we ought to be on the same side. So we gotta get out, quick and quiet - sooner the better."

Mechanics

___________________________________________________

Main Hand: Jeweler's Pick
Off Hand: Shield

___________________________________________________

Action:
Bonus Action: None
Move: None
Manipulate: None

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