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We'll be starting a new adventure soon.


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How I imagine what Vinifera been up to since last adventure...

Ever since defeating and Feylamia with the Silver Lantern, he has returned to what's left of Aumund. Despite being a ghost town falling into ruin he still wanted to make something of it.

He chose an old tower (maybe an old watchtower or a clocktower) into a place where the Silver Lantern can be kept safe. Sheltered from the weather but open to the light of the night sky, the silver lantern can gather plenty of moonlight throughout the year and Vinifera can bring it down whenever he needs it to fight dark creatures. But in it's tower it shines like a beacon to warn threats the town is protected.

Other than guardian of the lantern, Vinifera is trying to get his family business up and running again to be like how it was in his youth. With his parents talking about the quality of grapes and vines and helping them out on the vineyard with the other workers and living happy easy life.

Whenever orcs from Thunata has offered to help him, he gladly welcomes them. And as promised, Nazum has a home in Aumond as well (that is if he chose to stay in Aumond or not). But most of the time he takes on most of the work himself and struggling to ressurect his family heritage, prefusing to let go of the past.


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Elves don't have clocks (which are generally extremely rare). So a watch tower.

Vinifera could hear the sound of a horse in the distance, slowly approaching. A tall figure set upon it, a human wearing the insignia of the Beilunk Riders, the continent's best and trusties (and most expensive) messenger service.


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VInifera was working in the fields. He was concerned that the vineyards were not growing as efficiently as they were during his fathers time. He wiped the sweat of the brow and curses the effort he was putting into something so fruitless.

He hears the sound of horse riding and turns over to see the rider approaching him.


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The messenger alit from the horse and approached with long steps, lifting a hand as a greeting. "Are you Vinifera Grapevine? I was told I would find him here."


"Yeah, I'm Grapevine."
He stops what he was doing and see's what the Rider wants.


He hands you a scroll, sealed with red wax. "This is for you. Transport has already been paid for, as usual."


"Uh thanks."
Vinifera never had something so personally delivered to him before. He checks the seal to see if it was recognisable to him.


You have to roll Intelligence +6 for that. It's difficult as you have little knowledge about seals.


Vinifera looks at the seal. d20 + 6 = 26


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Critical miss... what a way to start off an adventure.

You have not even the slightest idea what that seal might be.


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Vinifera was dumbfounded, still, better sucha  miss now than crucially later.

He picks the wax seal open and reads the contents of the scroll.


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It's a letter from a school of magic.


"Stoerrebrandt-College in Riva?
"Her "Spectabilis"?"
"Hm... and demon sightings."
He looks up to the watchtower which currently had the Silver Moon Lantern. If that worked agains the Feylamia then it might work against whatever it was that troubled Riva... then again may risk being stolen or lost on the journey. However he still had the silver dagger which was made by the same enchanted elven silver as the lantern itself.

"I should concentrate on helping the farm but these people... may need our help."

He turns to the rider.

"If you need to return with an answer, would you like to stay for awhile while I consult my partner on this? You and your horse can rest and..."
He didn't have much to offer to drink given it would be awhile before any of these grapes are ready to be made into wine.
"...well we have water, maybe my friend will have more suitable drinks."


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"No reply is needed. And a bit of bread and a cup of water will be enough. I have to be on my way, there are many more messenges that need urgent delivery."


"Thank you very much."
He showed the rider to the winery kitchen where he could help himself to bread and water. The rider could see the place was cleaned up rather recently but the whole place looked like it had better days. Then again from the other decaying and overgrown buildings in what's left of this ghost town it was a wonder why an elf would want to try and start up an old winery here of all places.


The messenger praised the elf's hospitality before he wolfed down the bread and water. Only a few minutes later he mounted his horse and departed on more errands.


Vinifera goes over to the few guys who came with him from Thunata.

>If Naz decides to go with Vinifera to Aumund.
"Hey guys, you seen Naz around?"

>If Naz and Vinifera decided to part ways.
"Glad I found you guys."


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>Naz is sitting with the fellows from Thunata by a fire, drinking ale, and sharing a story.
So then I said, then I said...  "I've found that thing you lost.  It's illuminating!"
>Naz slaps one of his drinking buddies on the back, who seems possibly surprised.
Illuminating!  Can you believe it!?
>Naz downs his drink and then looks over to Vin.
Oh hey!  Come to join us?


"Hi Naz!" He goes over to him, glad to see Nazim has settled well in what's lefft of this little outpost of a town.

He sat by his friend. Instead of showing him the letter straight away he wanted to see what he was up to.


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>>19125  I was just getting to the part where you tried to put the crystal in sideways!
>Naz laughs heartily and leans over to refill his flagon
Care to join us for some ale?  I picked up a couple of casks, courtesy of the caravan last weekend.


"I think I remember that adventure."
>He sits down next to him.
"Of course. Speaking of adventure, hjow would you feel about visiting the port city of Riva?"


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>>19127  A port city?  sounds dreadful.  What's in Riva?


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You can roll for Intelligence to see if you know anything about that town.


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((Oh! I didn't know we we're continuing.))

"The college of..."
He was unsure how to pronounce the name so he read it on the letter slowly.
"Sto-erre-brandt, if I am pronouncing it right. There are some bad stuff going on there and the dean, or "spectabilis", would like to meet us about it in the port city of Gulf."

He hands him the note to read.


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>reads the note between sips of ale
mmm hmmm.  yes...  heroic deeds.  uh-huh...
I hope the Magister realizes that 'special abilities' don't come cheap!
>takes a swig
All right.  Count me in.


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Regardless of the cost, should we do it because it's the right thing to do?


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>>19132  Right, that too.


So, I know that we defeated the feylamia and that we're trying to get Aumund back on it's feet, but should we go to Port Gulf and see what they want with Riva? If we can help with something no one else can then we should probably hear them out.


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>>19134  You can count on my steel.


"Alright. Let's prepare and head out."

((Clarity says he's meeting with some friends so he can't GM at the moment so we'll probably have to wait. I guess though given we're at the comforts of home we could probably revise our inventory for equipment from our previous adventures as well as whatever current supplies we have. Though  Iduno if Clarity would want to limit us to what we can and can't bring. Like, we don't have bags of holdings so we can't literally take everything out the fridge or armory if we have one since the ending of our last adventure.))


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You can bring of course all the items you already have.

And you can of course use your money to purchase other things.


OK, here's my stuff:

Playing cards (game “Boltan”, i.e. poker)
Kolja Swintkoop’s note >>19118
Lantern (12hr oil)
Ripped cloth
Bandages (4; give 1d6-1 Health back)
Ointment (1; made of Tarnela herbs)
Waterskin (full)
Long dagger with fox symbol

Double-Khunchomer sword (d6+6, -1 Def, -1 Init) [Stored in guard house]
Leather armour (3 Arm)
Ventures cloak (grey, for rainy weather)
Grapevine brooch
Silver bracelet

As for the Silver fox amulet, Underground map >>18524, Silver lantern and the strangely bent, half-melted amulets, they'll be kept in Aumond. Vinifera has remade the tallest tower in Aumond into a makeshift "micro-dungeon" with the elven silver used to protect the tower from dark creatures that would try to take the lantern.

However, VInifera will wear the silver bracelet and keep the silver dagger on him, in case they run into feylamias or other dark creatures that maybe critically weak against such silver.

Will I be able to take any provisions from the kitchen?


Of course, you can take as many provisions as you like.


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Nazom purchases the following:

- a halberd
- ink
- a crucible
- clay
- a whetstone.


I suppose... uh, six healthy portions of provisions. Each enough to quell hunger for awhile or so.


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Sure, no problem at all with that.


Almost forgot, Nazom also bought a hatched and 4 throwing axes.


((Wait, did I "used" the rip cloth awhile back? Eitherway it's probabvly worst for ware now so I'll remove that from my inventory.))


Duly noted.


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Here's all of Nazom's stuff...


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>>19146  ((I travel light.
does that say that I can see in the dark?))


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So, are you ready to head to the harbor town of Riva? It's only a trip of a couple of days away from where you dwell.


Yes it does!


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I have made my preparations.
>slings his belongings onto his back
>>19149  ((at first I thought it said I can see while drunk))


((That perhaps would be a special ability too!))


Vinifera prepared his travelling pack.
"So, shall we head off?"


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>>19153  aye, lead the way


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You travel for a good week until you reach the harbor town of Riva, situated at the Gulf of the same name.

Located at the mouth of the river Kvill it is a haven of proud citizenship in the wilderness, where decency and stability are highly valued.

A good 2,600 people dwell there, protected by the high walls and battlements and the well guarded gates.


And thus our treped adventurers were off for new journey.


Well, here we are. I guess we look for a tavern and ask if we're expected.


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>>19156  any idea where to meet the magister?  maybe we will find him in a local tavern


"I guess so. He said it was urgent. I didnt think to send a reply saying we we're coming or where to meet. But if it was urgent he'd be around here somewhere."


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>looks around for a tavern


As you examine the area you find two establishments... a hotel called "Hotel Riva" and a more rustic tavern called "The Gay Elf".


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>>19159  feeling jolly?  what say you?
>laughs obnoxiously


"Well, I can't find any reaction pictures to respond to this without that christmas movie with Will Ferrell so let's just go into the hotel and ask around."


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>holds the door open and gestures the elf inside
after you!
>continues laughing


He rolls his eyes and enters with a tut. He was going to remember this one for awhile.


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The hotel was situated at the big market square of the town. Numerous important looking buildings where there: the big market hall, the city court, an armor shop, the traders guild and the temple of Phex, god of traders and thieves.

As you enter the hotel you find it that 'cozy' would be the perfect description for it. An exceptionally clean place with comfortable wooden tables and chairs. Expensive looking wooden panels adorned the walls. A few people were there enjoying their lunch.


Vinifera goes to the reception desks and asks.
"Hey um, we're two from Aumond. Is anyone expecting us by chance?"


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"Greetings, gentlemen, welcome to the Hotel Riva... Wherever you may come from, everyone is welcome here. I'm afraid, what were your names again?"


"I'm Vinifera Grapevine and this is my friend Nazom."


"My name is Ardor Zitenau, I own this humble establishment." He skips a through pages of the book on his desk.

"I'm afraid I cannot find your names... have you booked a room?"


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>>19170  We haven't booked a room.  We were invited here on "business" by [insert guy's name here]


"We were told all our expenses will be sorted? We got a letter asking for us to be here."

He showed the receptionist the letter. >>19118


He grooms his goatee while reading the message, looking a bit aghast.

"Oh, gentlemen, this is a hotel. You are obviously looking for the esteemed College. It's outside of town, barely a mile to the north."


"Ah, thank you very much. We'll head over there then."

He calls to Naz.
"Naz, we're heading to the college!"

He reads the letter again.

"Or... should we go to the port city of Gulf? I dunno. I don't wanna be going back and forth places."


>>19174  Let's check out the school first


"Alright. Let's head out."

He thanks the receptionist and leaves.


>thanks the receptionist on the way out
>>19176  what's another mile, huh?


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You leave the town again and after a good fifteen minutes you find what certainly is the Stoerrebrandt College, a local school of magic.


>looks around for anyone outside


As you look around you don't see any young wizards or sorceresses who learn their trade here, nor any old bearded magicians... but close by in a rather beautiful garden with roses and tulips there was a grumpy looking dwarf who was starting at the ground, hammer in hand.


Vinifera notice the other dwarf, but continues to look around. He thought there would be mages and scholars here studying. It is a college after all. Maybe they're on some sort of holiday break?


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>walks up to the dwarf
greetings; scouting a dig site?


Alas, no mages or scholars seemed around... maybe they were busy in the building, going about their studies?

The dwarf lifted his hammer slowly, glee in his eyes... just then he heard the voice of Nazom, looked up... then down to the ground again and grumbled in disappointment.

The dwarf was bold, had a fiery red beard and was certainly a hundred years old.

"Oi, why did you have to disturb me? Now that blasted mole has buggered off and will eat more of me roses!"


He overheard the conversation.
"Moles in the holes?"


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>>19183  have you tried digging them out?


"Aye, there's no end to theses pests!"

"Digging them out? Friend, do you know what that'd do to me roses and tulips? I'd do more damage than those blasted garden rats would do!"

He eyes the two, surprised to see such an odd duo.

"What are ye lads up to anyway, this is a school of magic."


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>>19186  We're here to see Solja Swintkoop


"I dunno much about gardening... but I find it peculiar for moles to want to eat roses. They eat worms and underground grubs and their digging offer ventalation and turned earth for soil. At least that's what I know about moles. As for why we're ehre we were asked to come here."
He shows him the letter, not wanting to repeat the details. >>19118


"Ventilation! Bah! Tell that to me poor roses, they are hanging their heads ever since those moles showed up! What's an elf know about ventilation... now us dwarfs, we know all about tunnels..."

He looks up as he sees the letter.

"Master Swintkoop, eh? Must be important I guess... just go knock at the door, they'll let you in if you show them the letter."


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>>19189  good luck with the moles then.  give 'em a good whack.


"I know about vineyards. Moles can damage the roots of plants such as roses when borrowing for grubs. I suppose if you want to get rid of moles put some foul-smelling something in their holes, they have accute sense of smell."

Vinifera realised he was going off topic. Trying to get the vineyard the florish back in Aumond had been difficult for him but he knew basic gardening stuff because of it.

The dwarf responded to him about where to find Master Swintkoop.
"Thank you. Good luck with your roses."


He wished them good luck and already had the hammer in hand again, ready to strike down any mole that would come across him.

As the two knocked on the door of the academy it was soon opened by a lanky wizard of maybe 20 years of age.

"Welcome to the Stoerrebrandt College... How may we help you?"


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>>19192  Good afternoon; we're here to see Solja Swintkoop


"Yeah, we we're called."
Flashes the letter like an important pass.


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"Ah, yes, indeed!" He said in slight surprise. "Please, let me lead the way."

Through the portal of the main building he leads you into the large entrance hall, a two-story hall with a gallery, in which the paintings of the school Deans and revered graduates hung. Findings from school expeditions could also be admired there in showcases.

The young wizard led you into the western part of the school, through a large, two-story lecture hall and from there to reception rooms of the Spectability, the Dean of the school.


((And that's where we end today.))


((alright; have a good one!))


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Interesting thread, guys...


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Hey hey, thanks for the visit.


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It is my pleasure!


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Ready to continue?


I'm ready.


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>>19201  aye


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As you are lead into the reception room you are greeted by two mages. One of the is male, about 50 years of age, having a well groomed goatee.

He introduces himself as Kolja Swintkoop, specialist in bookkeeping. He is the one who wrote you the letter.

The is a sorceress in her 70s, having thin grey hair, a broad jaw and strangely piercing, milky eyes.

She introduces herself as Rhenaya Cerrillio, the Dean of the Academy.


Vinifera was a bit put off by her eyes but tries not to make a fuss about it.
"Hello, I'm VInifera Grapevine from Aumond, and this is my friend Nazom. You wanted to see us?"


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>thinks this must be normal for mages


You can roll for Intelligence to know if it's normal.

"Thank you for coming on such a short notice, the Spectabilis (a title of honor for a Dean) says. We have learned about the heroics in regarding the elven vampire... and frankly, we - or rather the town - is in need of people who have such special 'adventurous' abilities."


((Epic is AFK for a bit, so please continue without him.))


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>>19207  1d20 = 9
What do you need of us exactly?


As you examine her more closely you realize that the reason she has such strange eyes is that she's almost blind.

"Heroes... or mercenaries... whichever term you prefer to use. Daring men who offer their services for a price of gold! Evil is afoot."

One of the servants of the school bring some refreshments of wine, beer and sandwiches.


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You spoil us
Now you're speaking dwarven!  No evil is too dangerous, and no fee is too exorbitant.  What sort of evil are we talking about?
>graciously accepts the beer and toasts the hosts


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She nods and gives a weak smile, having a sip of wine herself.

"Where to start? Several people have gone missing, sheepherders and peat diggers who live in the countryside. The city guard should have more details.

A trading caravan from the town of Lowangen was attacked by orcs. There have been casualties among the guards. Supposedly demons were among the attackers!

And the peat diggers living at the edge of the marshes have reported sightings of strange... mixed creatures, as they called it. Chimeras! Horned wolves, if their descriptions are correct."


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>>19212  demons, you say?
and so, you want us to investigate and find a solution?
what's the pay?


"The people of the trading caravan said the orcs (a good dozen it were) were in cahoots with demons. We questioned them and they mentioned 'glowing red eyes' in the fog and unearthly howling sounds."

She took another swig of wine.

"So... we cannot confirm demons - and hopefully it was just the imagination playing tricks on them."

"What we want you to do is find out whether all these occurrences have something to do with each other. Find out what is going on, and stop it - if you can. We are a school, so we have to take care of our students, and cannot undertaker any missions ourselves. And the city guard is more interested on safeguarding the city itself. Though, as I said, they did some investigation from all I heard.

As for payment... the city council is willing to pay each of you 100 gold pieces. We will personally add another 100 gold pieces for each of you."


Vinifera was somewhat distracted but he returned to his senses.

"Hm... this sounds a bit familiar..." He wonders if there is any connection with the caravans and the orcs from their older adventure through a swamp.


>drinks his beer while listening
>resists the urge to spit his drink at hearing 200 gold pieces each
I think you might have found the right pair of adventurers for the job
>>19215  don't you agree, Vin?
>>19214  Has anyone here at the school had any sort of similar experience recently?


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"I am glad we have come to an agreement. We will pay you 50 gold pieces up front.

Oh yes, regarding the chimeras... we asked a local trapper to look for traces. His name is Boronian Steinhauer, he lives at the outskirts of town. He found some tracks but thinks they looked very much like those of goats.

As for your question: No! Luckily there have been no sightings of any sorts here, nor have any of our students gone missing."


"Of course, though we would of accepted the task for free if it was that dire..." Remembering he has a wineyard he was trying to get back on it's feet. "...Not that the money wouldn't be appreciated."

>In continuing with Naz's quesiton.
"Has any of the students or staff gone missing that maybe related?"


She shakes her head firmly.

"No, all our students are accounted for - as are the teachers. And for the time being we also perform no field trips."


"We could start with asking him about what he knows... then perhaps ask the guards for a missing persons list so we could narrow down some witnesses."

"That's good."
Vinifera made a mental note of this, given if this is magic related then it be suspicious that the Academy is not involved in this some shape of form. If someone is creating chimeras he pressumes they must be some sort of powerful mage, so the academy would be a hot spot for them.


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>>19217  we will definitely pay him a visit
That's fortunate.  What about the dwarf groundskeeper?  No reports of evil moles?
>>19220  sounds like a good plan
>eats a sandwich


"It was a bit suspiious he claimed moles were eatting the roots of his roses. Moles don't eat roots."


She laughs. "Ah, so you met him. No, no evil moles - thought he will surely disagree. But luckily we only have regular old moles on our grounds."

((That's modern knowledge. He sees his flowers are withering so he blames the moles.))


Vinifera would like to see the groundskeeper dwarf before they leave, to take a rose as a sample.

"A'ight, so I guess we can go find Boronian to start the investigation."


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after our payment up front, of course


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As you leave the Academy - with all the well wishes from the Dean - you receive your 50 gold pieces.


"Thank you."

As they leave they pass by the rose garden again.

"Hold up Naz, I wanna go see if the dwarf gardener can give me one of his roses"


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>>19226  we won't disappoint
>>19227  ah yes, of course


The two head back to the garden. While Vinifera is not a powerful page, he still had his suspicion that the roses maybe effected by whatevers going on.


The dwarf was taking a rest, sitting on several sacks of soil, wiping his brow. His hammer was leaning next to  him and even now he was glancing at the flower beds.


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>>19230  any luck with the moles?


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"You bet I did! I got one of them buggers! But there's always more of the brood."


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>is impressed
how did you manage to get it?


"I was wondering, given the damage done to your roses, if I can take one of them? Not the fresh ones, the ones that are worse off. I have my suspicions that it may not be moles that are the cause of the problem."


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"Dwarfish perseverance!" He proclaimed proudly.


You need a successful Charisma roll for that.


d20 = 16


"Me beloved roses?! Never!" bellowed the dwarf and was already reaching for his hammer.


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>>19235  with it, you're sure to get 'em all
>>19238  rose-snatching elves, too


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"Watch out for them, laddy. Want to know more about what's going on underground than a dwarf. I know the roots of me roses."


"P-please, just the one rose you can part with..."
He figures buttering him up might be the way.
"...though I can see why you would be hesitant to part with any of them. Not even a weedy one in the bunch. As a gardener I can see your skill and tender care in these beautiful roses."


"C'mon I just want the one rose, not the whole garden."


You can try another Charisma roll.


He continues to try and stroke the dwarfs ego.
"To think, with how most dwarves regard elves as the pansy-loving, tree-hugging, nature-baring beings we are, you can brag that even other elves admire your roses that they have requested from your garden."
>Charisma d20 = 15


The dwarf remained adamant! No roses would be dug out as long as there was hope to save one.

>Roll for Perception


He signed and looked around for what to do.
>Perception d20 = 15
He would of accepted a rose that the gardender personally uprooted for disposal.


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>rolls his eyes


Alas... a bad day for rolls.

So did the gardening dwarf.


"Well... they're nice roses." He shrugs.


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So, what's next?


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>>19250  good luck with the rest of the moles.  we'll leave you and your roses in peace.
>>19249  to the town guard?


He bid the gardener fairwell.

Yes, town guard and then... oh what was his name? Boronian Steinhauer.


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>>19252  hes on the outskirts, so maybe we can find him on the way


"Yep. But let's stop by the guard station and ask for a list of the recently missing."


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>>19254  sounds good
>the two start walking back toward town


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After a short 15 minute walk you reach the town once more.

Here's a map to make navigation easier.


>asks the guards at the north gate for the location of the barracks / guard captain


((No legend to tell us what the numbers are?))


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They inform you that the barracks (and the captain) are located in Castle Drake at the port entrance. (#1 on the map)

(No, so the heroes have still some town exploration to do.)


After the guards pointing where on the map and some directions, they roughly knew where to go.


>>19259  thank you, sirs
>to the castle!


Castle Drake is a good 600 years old, defiant looking castle. The city garrison and the dungeon are housed here.

There is also a shrine of the war goddess Rondra in the draughty residential tower.

Large gargoyles can be found adorned the walls and towers.


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>asks to see the guard captain
>takes a look at the shrine


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The guards informed him that the guard captain, Patras Uffaran, would see them in fifteen minutes.

As Nazom stepped up the steps of the tower to find the shrine he was greeted by a strong, cold draft. Through narrow arrow slits he could see the wide ocean.

The shrine itself showed a painting of the Goddess, some donations of coins, candles and even what seemed to be blood could be found on the small altar.


Vinifera waited to see the captain, but watches Nazom to see what he's up to.


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>drops a coin in the donation jar (or equivalent)
>whispers loudly to Vin
now this is my kind of goddess, Vin.  well endowed, in the arts of war.


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((Gotta stop for today, bed time for me.))


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>>19267  ((ok, good night!))
>>19265  ((see you next time!))


"And here I figured you liked her for being well endowed."
He shrugs.
"I'm just not one for war. Especially if I'm simply told to fight someone elses battled. All that bloodshed and conquest. It's only glorious to the winning side."

He get's up and approach the statue to admire it.

"Still, if I were to take up a fight, it be a fight for peace and a world free from evil."

((See you soon.))


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Eventually, the captain of the guard was available and you were beckoned into his office.

Guard captain Patras Ulfaran was a man in his early 60s and certainly found behind his desk rather than out on the streets nowadays...


Hello captain, may we enquire about the mysterious dissapearances of late?


He pointed at a couple of simple wooden chairs for you to take a seat.

"Certainly... But may I first ask who you are? You are not from around here, obviously."


He sits down. "Nope. We were asked by the acadamy to investigate the cause of  dissapearances."


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>takes a seat and looks around the office


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"The academy? I see. Well, ask away then, what in particular do you wish to know?"

It was a simple office, wooden desk, chairs and boards full with books and even more scrolls. A pair of wall hangings were the only adornments. The single, narrow window allowed for little light to enter.


"What we know so far is that various people have went missing. And that a caravan has been attacked by orcs, some claim the orcs were companied by demons.

Those who went missing were petediggers who witness strange creatures.

We figured if we knew some of those who went missing then perhaps we can ask people who knew them, such as witnesses who saw them last."


>>19275  have your guards made any useful findings?


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"We only questioned a few people in the area. It is our duty to protect the people in the town, not venture off into the swamplands where these sightings have supposedly been made."

He takes out a scroll and begins to read a few notes.

"We asked a few of the sheepherders who visit town. They mentioned that some went missing... animals returned home on their own or were found astray by other herders. Some animals were found dead and partially eaten - dogs or wolfs most likely."

He read further...

"Regarding the orcs and demons... we talked to the men of the caravan that was attacked: They were attacked by a good dozen orcs. Some of them had bows. They claim 'demons' were among the attackers but we can make little of that story. Two of the guards (a man and woman, both around 30) are missing since the attack; likely dead. The other caravan members fled to Riva, leaving their carts and goods behind. Later on the carts were found though, but part of the good were missing - mostly alcohol and dwarvish knifs."


((Epic is afk for a bit! Please go on without him for now!))


((BRB, might be awhile.))


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>>19278  Where can we find the sheepherders?


If you're lucky in town in the taverns - but mostly likely outside town going about their duties. Most live on the farms an hour or so away from Riva and only visit once a month or so.


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>>19282  Are there any taverns you'd recommend?


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He thinks for a moment. "Most likely in the 'Fox's Coat' in the western part of town. Lots of crooked folk there, but cheap enough for the sheepherders to spend their money in.


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>>19284  sounds promising.  thank you for your time
>heads out with Vin to find the Fox's Coat


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It is quite a long walk there, going all the way around the port facilities and over the single, large stone bridge crossing the river.

You reach the part of town called 'Undere Wyk' (translating to 'lower aisle'). Here, mainly those craftsmen live whose trade is associated with dirt, noise and stench (tanners as well as tar, pitch or salt boilers).

As you look around for the tavern in question, you notice a placard requesting help and offering a reward.


"Thank you for your help. After I pry my alcoholic friend here from the tavern we'll do what we can to help."


>>19286  hmmm
>reads the placard
>>19287  there's time to enjoy the local flavor


"Alright, one pint then we're off"


It's written in a very crude Common...

>roll for Intelligence -2


>>19290  1d20 - 2 = 1


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You manage to read it: A Holberc (apparently some live in Riva too) named Heffel Gulak asks for help... some of their dogs have been stolen and he offers a reward.


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>>19289  Hey Vin, someone's missing dogs
>points to the sign
but first...
>goes in and takes a look around inside


What's it say? Looks familiar.


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As you enter the tavern you see an assembly of riff-raff of all trades, day laborers and simple workmen who try to relax after a hard day of toil.


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>>19294  A Holberc named Heffel Gulak asks for help had some of his dogs stolen.  There's a reward.
>listens to the conversations while wandering up to the bar and orders a drink


"Missing dogs? We gotta help."

Observes the rough-types.


Most people seem to be talking about the daily happenings, work, the wife etc. But you also notice a young lad who appears to be a stockman - at least you guess so from his sheepskin coat and stick.


Goes over to the stockman.



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"Hello there... what can I do for you?"


"We're just asking around of the dissapearances and beast sightings of late."


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"Whatever for? You don't like the city guard and heck if they will find any of 'em... I bet it's the orcs who took them."


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>>19300  have you lost any animals yourself?


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"No, not me. And the animals are the smallest problem. I've heard from at least three herders that have gone missing and part of the stock with them."


Due to the guys farmer accent and the hussle and bussel noise of the tavern, he didn't quite understood what he said.

"You... don't like the local guards?"

"And claims of creatures that have been sighted?"


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>>19304  Do you know where they went missing from?


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"They care about the town I guess... but us stockmen don't live here."

"Some of us looked around, of course. Once we found traces of heavy boots and what appeared to be drag-marks. But that's it. Well, the herding dogs were gone too... all of them. Not dead or anything, just gone."


"Missing herding dogs? Has other dogs went missing?"


He just shrugs.


He wonders to himself, are demons assosiated with the orcs stealing dogs?


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Everyone ready to continue? Do you need a short summary?


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>>19312  summary!


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The heroes were in the harbor town of Riva.

They were contacted by the Academy of Magic there because things have happened... people have gone missing, supposedly chimeras and demons have been seen. Orcs too.

You talked to the people of the Academy, talked to the captain of the city guard and found a wanted posted by some Holbers (half-orc, half-elf folk) needing help because their dogs have gone missing.

When we finished you were in an inn, asking about those missing dogs and the missing people.


((I did had a plan of investigation... but I forgot what I had in mind.))


Well, time to think of a new one. For example, you could inquire with the Holberks regarding the missing dogs.

Or you could ask the tracker who searched the area for the academy.


He ponders for a moment, still feeling a bit lagged at his train of thought.

"Maybe we should talk to the Holberks."


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>looks around the tavern


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The sheepherder you were talking with gave you a puzzled look.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?"


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>>19319  tell us about your sheep


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"Everything's alright with them so far. But like I said, some of the herders have gone missing, some of the dogs have gone missing and some sheep too. It's pretty unsafe outside at the moment."


>>19321  When were you last out with your herd?


Vinifera looked a bit confused, as if he was out of sorts a bit, trying to recall his train of thoughts.

He turns to Naz.
"We should ask the tracker. The tracker has searched academy grounds... right?"


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"Just today, Sir. I have no choice but do what I get paid for by the farmers."


((He has searched the swamplands where people have gone missing.))


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>>19323  maybe most definitely!
>>19324  what do the farmers have to say about things?


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"Well, they aren't happy about their sheeps having gone missing mostly. It often takes days to gather up what's left of them as they are all over."


"Y-yes, sorry. I'm a bit out of sorts. So you were just out with the herd today and witness the sheep or dognapping?"


"Oh no, it has happened over many weeks. Every once in a while some of the herders have gone missing. Sometimes a dog too. And sheep.

No one has witnessed it. I heard that some of the peat diggers have gone missing too.

We searched but only found some tracks from heavy boots."


>>19329  Have you found any sheep remains?


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"No, no remains at all. They are just gone. Maybe some of the them have wandered into the nearby swamps and drowned there."


"I see. Have you heard any strange or epculiar noises out in the fields or place of work? Eerie noises or the very least a sense or paranoia?"


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He ponders for a bit.

"Well... actually, yes. I think I saw something at night. About the size of wolves, two or three of them. My dog started acting strangely too. I thought it was wolfs. Gave a real creepy growl though... very strange."


"Hm... so could be wolves killing sheep and dogs?"


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"A pack, maybe... but so many times in such a short time. And no one was able to kill any of them? It's not like we're unarmed. I doubt it. It never happened before. Wolfs don't live in this part, only further away in the woods."


>>19333  Have you talked with the tracker about it?


"Wolves could be provoked though. But I won't rule out the accounts of demons and what-not."


"No, not really. I know where he lives though. His name is Boronian Steinhauer."

"Like I said, no wolves in these parts."


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>>19338  Where can we find him?


"Normally no, but it could be a desperate pack of wolves from elsewhere that had to leave their usual territories and desperate enough to attack populated places. Or they could be beasts that are controlled by something or someone."

"Yes, where can we find the tracker?"


He explained where he was living, in another part of town but easy to find.


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Vin, let's see if the Tracker can give us some more leads.
>thanks the sheep herder


"Good idea."

"Thank you for your help."


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A good twenty minutes later they found the shed at eastern part of town near the city wall.

A bald man with greying hair, well into his 50, was sitting in front of the shed, carving into a piece of wood with a sharp knife.


"Hello, is this Boronian Steinhauer? Tracker for the Academy?"


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>>19344  Greetings; we're looking for t---  >>19345


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"I am Boronian Steinhauer. Hunter is my profession and I am a good tracker if I do say so myself. I work for anyone who pays, the Academy included."


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>>19347  Are you still in the service of the Academy?


"I searched the area near the swamp for them. That was my job. So, no at the moment I'm not."


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>>19349  Did you find anything interesting?


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"Well, the Academy sent me out to see if there are any tracks because people have gone missing near the marshlands. They particularly asked if there were any unusual tracks...

I did find tracks indeed - and they were unusual. They appeared to be made by goats."


"Goat tracks... Did you per chance heard any noises? Or perhaps felt any thing off? Like paranoia?"


>>19351  Where did the goat tracks lead?


"Into the marshes. And it's quite unusual as goats don't dwell here. Wild goats I mean. And from what I know no one owns any goats here either.

I didn't feel anything off, though of course I've heard about the stories. Strange creatures, orcs and whatnot.

I've been out hunting for 40 years. I don't spook easily."


Vinifera wondered if it was cloven devil-hooves or the likes.

"Any particular direction through the marshes?"


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>>19354  We're investigating the disappearances as well on behalf of the Academy.  Would you be willing to help us track down the goats?  There's surely a hefty paycheck in it for you.


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"I could follow them for a good mile before I lost them. They were leading south into the deeper marshes."

"He rubbed his chin. Well, some coin would always come in handy. What are you offering?"


"Having a tracker show us the way would help than us fumbling for goats in the swamp."


"If the Academy won't pay a feel fr you help, I can offer 20 gold." (I forgot the the currency was called other than gold, silver and bronze hundreds)


As he heard that offer he instantly got up. "You have a deal. We can leave any time."


>>19358  I agree
>>19357  how's 40 gold sound?


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"40 gold?! We can leave right away, I'll find you your tracks."


"As in, you're giving him 40 durats along with my 20 or we both giving him 20 durats?"

"Alright. While we won't ask you to go into danger this includes making sure we're there and back again safely."


>>19363  20 each
>>19362  excellent


"Let me just grab my bow." He said, a couple of minutes later he came out with his gear, bow, quiver and hunting knife. Also a long stick to feel the ground in the dangerous marshes.


Vinifera gives him his half of the payment. Whenever Naz wants to give him his half now or later is his decision.


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>will pay his half later


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He pockets the coins after biting into a coin to test it.

"Do you have your things with you? We might have to camp out in the marshes."


"We have everything. We're hardy adventuring sorts."


Boronian Steinhauer led you towards the city gates when he suddenly stopped. Did you hear that?

>roll for Perception


>1d20 = 5


d20 = 19


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Naz has the sharper ears today... he could hear a commotion in an alleyway up ahead. A young female voice gave a surprised - or scared - shriek.


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quick!  something up ahead!
>runs toward the commotion


He follows Naz.


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Boronian was following you. As you reached the shady alley you saw four obviously drunk men of bad character surrounding a young elven girl. She seemed rather taken aback and confused.


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>>19377  Hey!


Vinifera steps forward.
"I think she has had quite enough for tonight. You should leave her alone."


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The four man seemed surprised at firs as the trio arrived. They swore and shook their fists, swearing that they only wanted to show the young lass the good places of town.

>roll for Charisma


d20 = 15


>>19380  1d20 = 3


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They gave toothy grins as they judged the elf... but as they saw the grim Nazom standing there their expressions changed. They slowly backed off - still swearing - and left.


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>>19383  are you alright, ma'am?


Vinifera gave a smirk. Thinking they were intimidated by him and not the obviously more sturdier dwarf next to him.


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"Oh... hello. Who are you?" She looked confused at the other men leaving. "How strange..."


"I'm vinifera, and this is my friend Naz and Boronian."


"Hello, friend elf, I am Lauriel Eveninsgsong. Have you seen my friend?"


"No sorry. Naz heard your screams and we just arrived."


>>19388  We didn't see anyone else.  Did you lose your friend?


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"Oh, I hope I haven't startled you. I saw a filthy rat... there's so much filth and bad air in this place. How can humans live here? I already miss the forest and meadows..."

She shook her head and sighed.

"Oh, yes! I have come here searching for our kinsman Navahon. He deals with the humans of this town every two months and has not returned from his last trip."


"I'm more of a country rural elf myself. We thought your screams was because of those drunkards?

What exactly is Navahon's business around here?"


She seemed to have not even realized the men were trying to do something to her. She seemed to have no experience with humans or towns or anything related to it.

"To trade. He trades carvings and herbs for various things."


"Yeah but, does he have anyone in particular to trade to? Such as someone he does business with? Maybe a place or a name?"


>>19393  Where did you come from?


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"I... I don't know. He never mentioned that. He just says he comes here to trade.

We are the Dew-Wanderers... we live in a forest, a day's walk to the east of this town. Are you a dwarf?"


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"I have seen an elf selling herbs a couple of times on the market square. Not recently though."


Vinifera wants to help her, but with hardly much information to go by and the fact Boronian was waiting patiently for them to travel through the swamps tonight, he didn't see much he could do for her.

"I think what would be best is to return home to the forest. After me and Naz return from the swamp we can help look for your friend."

He turns to Naz.
"Unless we divide and investigate. One of us goes east to the forest, the other south to the swamp."


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>>19396  that I am.


>>19398  sounds good to me


"So we should divide for the time being?"

((I know splitting up the party in a TTRP is harrowing for dungeon masters. But if both players cannot be present to continue the RP then we could take turns when available.))


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((Yeah, we could do that. Anyway, I'm afraid it's bed time for me. I hope we can continue soon.))


>>19401  depends on Lauriel I suppose


Good night.

"A'ight. One of us helps Lauriel, the other is with Boronian. Who should it be?"


>>19402  (good night!)
>>19404  I'll leave it up to you.


"Hm... I perhaps best go with Lauriel to her elven community. Not all elves are as open and accepting to dwarves as I am and they might be more comfortable talking to another elf than a non-elf. Will you be alright out in the swamps with Boronian? I don't want you to feel you got the short end of the stick here."


>>19406  That will do.  We'll find the beasts in no time.


"A'ight. We'll meet up at the tavern tommorow evening and discuss what we find out."


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So, what will Vinifera do then?


He goes up to Lauriel.

"May I come with you? I have some questions for the Dew-Wanderers."


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"What kind of questions? I am sure I can tell you all you wish to know."


"Quesitons like, if your people have seen anything strange happenings around your part of the forest, or maybe someone knows more of Navahon to get a better lead on his dissapearance."


"She shakes her head. No, there has been nothing out of the ordinary in the forest nor its surroundings." she says with certainty, after all she lives there.

"As for Navahon, he talks little of this time in the city, nor do we ask much. It's a strange place..." she says, half to herself, looking around.

"How can humans live in these dead buildings of rock and dead wood? Even the ground is made of cold stone."


"Eh humans are like that and we elves aren't that different. We have our own needs and comforts just like they do even if those requirements are different. But take them away and starve them long enough and the worse of us will claw to the surface."

He ponders at what he thought of for awhile.

"So, your friend Navahon, anywhere in particular in town he does business you know of?"


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"I am not sure we have much in common. We live in different worlds... and perhaps you have already dwelled in theirs for too long, friend."

She ponders for a moment.

"But be it as it may, Navahon only mentioned that he would trade in the big town of men, in a rocky tomb where much trading is done."


"Rocky tomb? How much of humans do you know about in general"?


"They live short lives, take more from the world than they give and they cower before gods. Most are good and peaceful though, but there are too many of them. So our elders say."

>roll for Intelligence +2


"You are right that they tend to take more than they need and fear many-many gods. Isn't that reason enough to pity them?"

d20 = 4


"Perhaps so..."

A rocky tomb where trading is done... certainly Navahon meant the market hall at the main square.


Vinifera looks around the street.
"I guess I can show you around this town a little so you can get to know people around here more. All the while we can try and find your friend. I'm guessing the market hall would be close to something that looks like a tomb."


She agrees though she feels uncomfortable. There were so many people, so many distorted sounds, so much stone and such stench unknown to her.

Eventually you reach the market hall. It was almost 20 meters high and had an elaborately painted wooden ceiling inside. Inside there were numerous market stands.
Outside were galleries with various dealers (astrologers, tooth-pullers, portrait painters, apothecary ...).


As they walked through the market together, Vinifera asks a few more questions.
"So Navahon, what exactly did he traded in?"


"He traded wooden carvings and herbs for whatever we need or bring us joy. A blade, a pretty bauble, spices ..."


"Hm... I guess we should ask around the apothacy then."


"You have more experience with humans... I let you do that."


He takes her to the apothecary.



An elderly man welcomed them. "Hello there, what can I get you?"


((What's the apoth look like?))

"Hello, I was wondering if you were familiar with any other elves. Do you know Navahon?"


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"Elves? Well, I know the one running that tavern in town... But a Navahon? What does he look like?"


"Uh... she can describe him. All I know he does business around here trading carvings and herbs."


"He is slim, having blond hair with two plaits over his ears. Blue eyes. About as tall as I am. He sells wooden carvings and herbs."

The pharmacists eyes light up.

"Ah, him... yes, yes, I remember him now! Blond elf selling herbs. Haven't seen him in months."


"Months? That's how long he's been gone? Tell me, do you know if has friends in town, or places he prefers to spend time in?"


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"I think he left again right away. Certainly didn't sleep inside town."

Lauriel shook her heads.

"It's been a few months since he was last here." She sighs. "That means he likely never even made it into the town. We should ask the people at the gates."


"Alright. The gate keepers may know of something."


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She nods and lets Vinifera take charge as she was not certain where the gates where.


He leads the way to the gates until he come across the guards.

"Hello Hello, I was wondering if I can inquire something."


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A pair of guards was stationed at each of the gats. There was little traffic going on.

"Yes, what is it?"


"We we're wondering if you've seen any other male elves of late. We're looking for a missing friend. A Dew-Wanderer elf who comes to town to sell carvings and wares. Have you seen him around?"


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They talked to each other for a few moments. "No, we haven't seen any elves besides of a female one today, and I think that's her right there."


"I see. Perchance you know of anyone who keep records of visitors to tow who may help us?"


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"There are no records being taken, there's no need to. We just control anyone coming in who's not a citizen."


"But not coming out if we can't find our friend... OK, where else could elves potentially hang out around here?"


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They inform Vinifera and Lauriel that there is nothing like a usual hangout for elves in town. It is very rare that any of them drop by and if so they will likely sleep at any random inn like anyone else.


"I see."

He turns to Lauriel.

"Per chance Boronian ever told you where he usually sleeps in town?"


(On downstairs computer, almost forgot my tripcode.)


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(You mean Navahon. Boronian is the human tracker.)

"Navahon never mentioned that. I think he usually slept outside of town really as he did not want to stay inside that much."


"Okay, I guess we'll walk towards where the Dew Wanderers reside and see if we can find any clues to what happened to him."


(Sorry, AFK for 10 minutes or so.)


That's fine. Though hoprfully notification will alert me of your response.


"I think I know which way he usually travels, we can surely follow it."


"OK, lead the way."

((I can't access my stat sheet at the moment, but what would happen if I use mind-friending spell on another elf?))


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((The same as with anyone else really.))

Lauriel and Vinifera left Riva behind them and ventured down the road taking them east. It was an often used road, broad and well maintained.


As they walked, Vinifera let Lauriel walked ahead a bit. She was unaware of him raising a hand Jedi-style towards her but she softly heard him say... "Bammbaladin"


Roll 6d6 plus 12 please.


d20 + 12 = 21


No, 6d6, not a d20.


((Thank goodness, worst roll ever. Spell probably would of backfired on me and I ended up simping. Plus the projector is a bit blurry. Might hea back upstairs.))

6d6 + 12 = 35


[3d6 + 25 = 36]


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Unfortunately your spell has failed to do anything by 1 measly point.


((I'm back upstairs.))

"Damn..." he thought to himself. "Hopefully she didn't know what I was trying to do."
For all he knew, she could be the one behind all these dissapearances of late and is actually some powerful sorceress. It was suspicious for even a rather secluded elf to not know basic human stuff. All he can do is keep his guard up around her without alerting her to anything, that is if she isn't already suspicious of him.


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They slowly kept on walking along the road. It was a slow walk because Lauriel kept her eyes peeled on the area to the left and right of the road to find any signs of her friend.

She did not seem to have noticed him trying to cast a spell on her.


So it seems... But he figured if he tried again then his next failure might alert her. He will still be nice to her but will keep sharp and suspicious around her.

"Let's look around the area. Signs of tracks, struggle or anything he might have dropped."

((Does it still cost 8MP if failed?))


((No, a failed spell costs half the MP)).

>roll for Perception +4 three times.


Vinifera looks around the dirt road.
d20 = 9d20 = 19d20 = 19d20 = 6


It was already getting late as Vinifera noticed a small object stuck and trodden into the muddy ground on the roadside.


He picks it out from the ground and wipes off the mud with his gloves, getting a better look at it.


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It appeared to be a small elfish brooch. Lauriel walked on over to give it a look and realized it was her friend's! She wore a similar one.


He looks around the area where he found it, trying to see if it looks like a struggle or not.


>roll for Perception


d20 = 18


You looked and looked but you did not seem to find anything.

d20 = 10


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"Look, there's an old fireplace over there!" Lauriel called from a bit further up ahead.


"Alright. Let's investigate. But stay behind me, it could be trouble."


She nodded and stayed behind Vinifera, wondering if he would find anything.


Vinifera approaches the campfire, but stays just outside of the fires range of light. He looks to see if anyone is around the fire.


It was an old fireplace and there as no light at all. You'd have to either light one or use a spell.


Instead of lighting the fire, he looks around to see if he can find anything. Maybe this was Navahon's campsite.


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Roll for Intuition and Perception.

If you make a fire first (or use a FLIM FLAM spell) the rolls are both -3.


Vinifera figured lighting the fire would be a bad idea. After all whatever took Navahon away might have found him by his fire light.

Init. d20 = 1
Perc. d20 = 9


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As you looked around you found out the following:

- There were signs of a struggle. Scrub marks of someone being dragged were leading south east.
- There are print marks of four pairs of boots.
- You found three elvish arrows. Two stuck in a tree, one stuck in the ground.


Vinifera tries to line up the arrows to some of the print marks on the ground, trying to guess how the arrows were fired.


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They were fired from the camp towards the south east.


"If I had to guess", he said to Lauriel, "Navahon was here. He encountered three intruders. He appeared to shoot first given the range of the arrow."

He examines the footprints, to see how big they were.


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The prints were about human sized. And not the kind of footwear an elf would wear.


"Hm... He could of been wearing human shoes, but so would his attackers. This might rule out big-footed orcs."


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"Navahon never had any human shoes. He wears our people's footwear."


He looked around one more time, looking for more elven-like foot prints. Even looking along the trejectory of the arrows.


Roll for Perception twice.


d20 = 16d20 = 8


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You carefully examine the surroundings once more. You find no further tracks from Navahon the elf.


"Hmm... Was  Navahon perhaps skilled in archery?" He asked Lauriel.


She nods. "Yes, he was. All of us are to an extent. And these arrow were definitely of elvish craft."


"Well, if I had to guess. Navahon was camping out here. However he was approached by three humans. These humans subdue him and dragged him off south east. Given the range of the arrow it's possible he shot first meaning he felt threatened by the humans. Either they were hiding for him to do ill intent or might be possible they were just a bunch of humans who investigating the light of his fire, dodged the arrow and went on the defence. Eitherway we should go south east to follow these drag marks.


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She listened carefully. "Oh no... that does not bode well but what you have just said makes sense. I fear you read the marks right...."

"Let's follow the drag marks then."

>roll for Intuition -2


"I'm hoping it will all be just a misunderstanding that can be resolved. But if not, you might want to return to your people and let me rescue Navahon on my own. It might get dangerous."

d20 - 2 = 16


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Alas, it seemed your talking to Lauriel distracted you from your task. You lose the track after just a few paces.


"Ah! Gods dammit!"
He retakes his steps and tries to find the drag marks.
"Well it's roughly south east of here, right?"


Lauriel examines the tracks and nods "Yes, it seems so..."

>roll Intuition -2 once more


d20 - 2 = 7


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Your focus was much better now, you notice that the trail goes across the street and continues to the other side.

>roll for Perception -1


d20 - 1 = 2
Vinifera keeps close to the trail and follows it.


Nice roll... you can easily follow the trail and eventually it leads to the edge of the treacherous marshlands.

>roll for Intuition
>roll for Perception


>Intuition d20 = 14


Lauriel rolls too...

d20 = 20


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Ah shoot... well, the trail leads deeper into the marshes. It would be dangerous to go on from here without Nazom.


"Damn." (Too late for perception roll)
"It's too risky to go in..."


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"Yes, it looks like treacherous round. Poor Navahon. What shall we do now?"


"If Naz was here we could brave this together... I mean, I guess I could go alone..."
He tries to evaluate the risk of going into a trecherous place.
"And I know you shouldn't come with. Way too dangerous."


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She nods... "I understand. You seem to be an experienced traveler, while I only know the woods of my home well."

It's definitely too dangerous to continue on alone, who knows what you would find. Or who would find you.


"Let's return to town... unless you wish to return to your people."


"No, I will come with you for now. I feel tired and I fear that evil is afoot in this place. It is no good being out here on my own."


He turned red a little at the thought she feels more safe with him than with her people.
"Okay. Let's head back then."

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