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Re: [Kulan] D&D 3.5 PbP: Western Kanpur|Bluffside Campaign [IC]

Post by Tellerian Hawke » Fri Jun 15, 2018 1:47 pm

Custodio wrote:”...want to come along?”
Tim nods, and accompanies him on his task; to Tim, anything was better than just waiting.

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Post by willpell » Fri Jun 15, 2018 11:17 pm

Relgar's face colors at Puck's rebuff, and he avoids eye contact even harder than usual, attempting to focus on the research he's doing and hoping the two servants will finish their work and go away.

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Post by willpell » Wed Jul 18, 2018 3:28 pm

Relgar considers his options.

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Re: [Kulan] D&D 3.5 PbP: Western Kanpur|Bluffside Campaign [IC]

Post by Knightfall » Fri Nov 09, 2018 1:34 am

Custodio wrote:”...want to come along?”
Tim nods, and accompanies him on his task; to Tim, anything was better than just waiting.
dfryer36 wrote:
Fri Jun 15, 2018 9:25 am
"I swear on the souls of my wife and daughter," Terger says gesturing to the painting above the fireplace, "that I had nothing to do with the affair."
"Then the matter is closed," Rhodes says with a grin.
dfryer36 wrote:
Fri Jun 15, 2018 9:28 am
"What do you say we go find the others, some stout ale, and figure out how we're going to stop this bastard wizard," Terger adds.
"Yes, let's go speak to the others," Rhodes agrees. "But we need to rest and look at things with fresh eyes tomorrow. It's been a long day."
willpell wrote:
Fri Jun 15, 2018 11:17 pm
Relgar's face colors at Puck's rebuff, and he avoids eye contact even harder than usual, attempting to focus on the research he's doing and hoping the two servants will finish their work and go away.
Gerey bows again and heads out of the library. Ten minutes later, Custodio and Big Tim appear at the library's doorway.

"Any luck yet?" the Vanquisher cleric asks.

"We've only just started," Elkgrar notes from his chair without looking up.
"Oh, sorry," Custodio replies with a yawn. "We just don't want to sit around and wait."

"Perhaps you should get some sleep then," Elkgrar suggests. "This will take some time."

"Sleep sounds like a good idea," Tim agrees. "I have not rested since being brought to this world. I am growing fatigued."

"Aye," Elkgrar sighs. "Even I can't go on forever, but I still have some strength left. I'll help Relgar for a few more hours and then pick a room, as Terger suggested."
willpell wrote:Relgar considers his options.
It seems like an eternity since Relgar first entered New City and was captured by the guards. Forced to work for The Five and the Wizard Council. Eventually he met all those gathered in Stormgrove Manor. And then there was the fireball trap in that inn and searching the maddening tower of the alienist.

Relgar hears the voice of the Elkgrar suggest sleep. He looks up to see that both the half-ogre and the cleric entered the room the room at some point. His mind wanders and his vision blurs. He sees what looks like both Terger and Rhodes walking down the hallway towards him and the others.

'You are nearing exhaustion,' Eclipso says to him.

The next thing Relgar knows, Custodio and Elkgrar are holding him up. Puck is there too. Relgar is soon laying on a simple bed near the back of the library. Puck puts a pillow under his head and then goes back to his cleaning.

"Well, I think that a sign that we can't do anything else for tonight," Custodio whispers. "Let's all get some rest."

Big Tim nods before claiming a room. Elkgrar takes a few tomes to study with him to a nearby room. Custodio kneels down near the entrance to the library and prays before heading off to find a quiet place to sleep. Rhodes places a blanket over Relgar before heading back to his room.

Terger watches Relgar sleep for a few minutes and gives the boy Puck instruction to watch the draftsman-wizard until the boy's work is done. Terger heads off to his room. Gerey flits in and out of the library as Relgar dozes. Eventually the library goes dark and silence puts Relgar to sleep.
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Morning in Stormgrove Manor:
Terger wakes to find Gerey opening the heavy curtains of the master bedroom. The light spills in and shocks the man awake. 'I'm in Stormgrove again? Wait, how did I get here? Oh yes, the damn sorcerer'.

"You might want to get cleaned up, Klaus." Gerey suggests. "Several of your guests are already awake, although we decided to let the young wizard sleep longer. He needed it, as did Mr. Rhodes it seems, although hunger woke him up a short time ago. It's probably the first restful night and good fare the man has had in ages."

Gerey notes that Terger has pulled the blanket over his head. The man scowls, steps forward, and pulls the comforter away from him. "And you have more guests." The manservant notes the look on Terger's face. "I could not deny one of The Five entry into the manor. Lady Pomander is waiting for you downstairs with a small retinue. I hope that's enough to get you moving out of that bed."

Gerey takes the blanket and sheets with him as he leaves. Terger notes that Gerey has laid out two sets of clothes for him. His normal attire and more noble fare. His garments have been cleaned and mended while he slept.

* * *

Relgar eyes open to a shadowy room and the smell of books. Light streams into the room nearby through a thin garish curtain, which bathes several of the stacks in a prism of colors. While the hues would be considered beautiful by a courtly person, there is also something mathematical to the color patterns. Likely the curtain was created to make the images that Relgar is seeing. Then his nose smells something else besides paper and ink. Food. The libraries doors are slightly ajar and he can see the shadow of a figure moving beyond it. While the person steps lightly, ceramic scrapes against metal—likely a serving tray.

There is a light rap on the door, which Relgar would not have heard if he had still been sleeping. A tiny female voice mews from the other side. "Young m-meister, there is food and drink for you here, if you wish to continue working. I am tell you that most of the others have gathered together in the lounge, although Master Klaus is still sleeping. He should be up shortly. If you wish to eat with the others, I can take this food back downstairs." The girl pauses and then adds. "Oh, I am also to tell you that L-Lady P-Pomander is here to see all of you, although it is Lord Klaus she seems most intent on seeing."

The girl stops talking and Relgar can hear her shuffling her feet. More than likely she's waiting for him to dismiss her.

* * *

Sir Tymbeck stands in the lounge waiting for the last of this adventuring group to wake. His night was restful with no visions of world goddesses or crazed sorcerers. He thinks about how he came to this world and how he was plucked from his home in Vrocia. He wonders how the young lady, Mirabelle, is doing, as well as the elves and fey he'd allied with—Evermithe, Fore, Nerisha, Ornia, and Siliarilas.

He scans the room at his new companions. He's not quite ready to call them all allies quite yet. Their goal seems just although some of them aren't the big half-ogre's idea of heroic. Yes, the dwarf named Elkgrar Ashhand is a good soul and bit of a kindrid spirit and the young guardsman named Custodio Vecchi is a devout of justice; but he's not sure what to think about the man who prefers to go by his last name, Rhodes—who is currently eating like one of Tim's kin—or the other two humans, Terger Alela and Relgar Aspergim.

All seem to have different ideas of how to handle the current crisis with an enemy that Tim hasn't encountered yet. Of course, the sorcerer made his presence known with the trap in the inn. A cowardly thing to do, which makes finding the crazed man personal. And then there was the tower with all the arcane markings; if it hadn't been for this goddess called Mirella who brought him to Kulan, he would have succumbed to the magical trap set there as well.

This Phelix person is a dastardly foe with no honor. Thinking the man's name probably won't draw the sorcerer's notice, but Tim tries not to dwell too much on his enemy. After all, Tim doesn't even know what the man looks like. 'Hmm', he wonders. 'Are there any portraits of the man. Knowing the man's visage could be helpful'.

Tim glances over at the woman seated on the divan. She wouldn't be out of place in the courts of Vrocia. Lady Samantha Pomander. One of the The Five and Terger's . . . 'commander?' What is she to him and this group known as the Dark Lanterns—a clandestine group that's not truly hidden? Yes, it's members aren't publicly known, but there seems to be some parts of it that aren't kept secret. Tim doesn't like the idea of skulking around in the dark; he'd rather face his foes head on with his blade in his hand.

Tim sighs. 'What has this world goddess dragged me into?'

"Are you feeling all right, Lord Valencia?" Lady Pomander asks.

"Am all right, Lady Pomander," Tim had tried to get her to call him Sir Tymbeck or just Tim, but she had insisted on a more formal address that excluded his knightly title. It seems 'sir' and 'dame' was meant for only for knights of Bluffside's noble families, as well as 'official' visiting dignitaries with those titles. "I'm just uncertain of how we are going to find our quarry without risking the destruction of your city."

"Bluffside has stood for a long time, Lord Valencia," Lady Pomander replies. "It will take more than one renegade sorcerer to bring down this city."

"Let us hope so," Rhodes adds while chewing his food. Lady Pomander doesn't even acknowledge his presence.

'There is something there', Tim ponders internally.

Elkgrar quickly moves to sit across from the lady and chitchats with her about other current events in the city. The serial murderer is still at large in Old City (but no new killings), as is the wife of the murdered Lord Horatio Hollinsworth. The restrictions in New City continue, but the Martial Law curfew has been lifted. Word has gone out that the militia has been activated and the streets of Old City are now guarded day and night by the Bluffside Elites. As a result, parts of the city's mines are now closed, although the adamantine continues to flow. Neither of them mention 'Waldo' or the hunt for him. Elkgrar flips through a large tome devoted to the various churches and temples of Bluffside. Custodio stands silently near the fire.

Tim continues to stand and wait. 'Terger, Relgar, get your butts down here before they start talking about courtly gossip'.
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Re: [Kulan] D&D 3.5 PbP: Western Kanpur|Bluffside Campaign [IC]

Post by willpell » Fri Nov 09, 2018 11:49 pm

Knightfall wrote:
Fri Nov 09, 2018 1:34 am
Relgar eyes open to a shadowy room and the smell of books. Light streams into the room nearby through a thin garish curtain, which bathes several of the stacks in a prism of colors. While the hues would be considered beautiful by a courtly person, there is also something mathematical to the color patterns. Likely the curtain was created to make the images that Relgar is seeing. Then his nose smells something else besides paper and ink. Food. The libraries doors are slightly ajar and he can see the shadow of a figure moving beyond it. While the person steps lightly, ceramic scrapes against metal—likely a serving tray.

There is a light rap on the door, which Relgar would not have heard if he had still been sleeping. A tiny female voice mews from the other side. "Young m-meister, there is food and drink for you here, if you wish to continue working. I am tell you that most of the others have gathered together in the lounge, although Master Klaus is still sleeping. He should be up shortly. If you wish to eat with the others, I can take this food back downstairs." The girl pauses and then adds. "Oh, I am also to tell you that L-Lady P-Pomander is here to see all of you, although it is Lord Klaus she seems most intent on seeing."

The girl stops talking and Relgar can hear her shuffling her feet. More than likely she's waiting for him to dismiss her.
Ignorant of whatever self-imposed rules bind the serving girl to her duties, Relgar bestirs himself, annoyed to have apparently succumbed to a lack of composure due to fatigue...such is not like him, but then, these are extraordinary circumstances. On a normal morning he would busy himself with arcane preparation before he made any attempt to attend to other human beings, but besides the knowledge that his compatriots in this venture are probably expecting him, he also finds the patterns in the room distracting...interestingly distracting, but nonetheless enough to niggle his concentration away from the optimum balance point. While probably quite capable of performing the visualizations necessary to produce a series of near-complete arcanafolds, each one only a single firm mental nudge away from emerging through the barrier between the realm of ideas and the physical world, under these colorful conditions, his craftsmanship on these psychically-manufactured Platonic objects would likely be subtly off, because his attention was drawn away by the enigmatic hints of a larger and stranger pattern in the most mundane of circumstances. Likely, nobody else would ever perceive the difference, but he would know, and it would bother him. Better to wait, and secure something closer to the featureless and sparsely lit cloister in his own domicile where he prefers to perform such work.

Unceremoniously emerging from the room, after having done his level best to ensure that his clothes are all properly arrayed and his hair is not too unkempt for the tolerance of the civilized, Relgar seizes a steaming buttered roll off the plate and begins munching on it as he proceeds along the stairwell. While he clearly apprehended the girl's message, it is equally apparent that a carven caryatid with a Magic Mouth spell upon it would have been exactly equivalent for the purpose. Truthfully, it's not that he doesn't care about the servant as a person, so much as that he hasn't even properly conceptualized the idea that a person can be a servant. He's accustomed to doing his own work, or producing an Unseen Servant spell; the idea of people being tasked with such labor barely computes in his mind, and he would likely be outraged by such misuse of human minds, if his attention were ever sufficiently commanded that he managed to really notice it happening.
Tim continues to stand and wait. 'Terger, Relgar, get your butts down here before they start talking about courtly gossip'.
Ignorant of, yet obedient to, the psionic summons, Relgar walks in, pocketing a handkerchief which he has just used to get the last few invisible smears of melted butter off his fingertips. He says nothing, simply taking up a position against one wall and listening to what the group has to say.

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