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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 27, 2015 15:48:06 GMT -5
The Lightbringer opens the door, and you start to move in. Then you stop dead, in front of you is a pile of treasure. Heaps of various coins, thousands of them. (4580 to be exact) Here and there you can see a gem poking out of the pile, and right on top there is a red potion with a label that reads, "Potion of Healing."
OOC Treasure Breakdown:
Coins: 70 Gold Phoenixs, 10 Gold Galleons, 1000 Silver Protectors, 300 Silver Schooners, 2000 Copper Pennies, 1200 Copper Cogs, 8x 10gp gems, Potion of Healing
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 27, 2015 16:30:01 GMT -5
Darkness over takes Orellow's eyes, his smile gone from his face as he climbs the pile. He sticks his rapiers into the pile of gold and picks up the potion and consumes the contents (2+4+2). He then grab his waterskin and pours the water over his head. The dye and grease washes out of his hair turning his black slicked back hair to a god aweful orange-yellow color that comes down over his eyes. He stands taking his rapiers in his hands as he walks to the door. 'Its clear' he says.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 27, 2015 16:38:32 GMT -5
The three men stand just inside the door as you turn around, looking at you with such confusion and incomprehension. Rupert is the first to recover, he leans on the wall resting his greatsword tip first on the ground, "So... What's with the transformation?" The Lightbringer shakes his head, and turns back to his patient in the other room. You do manage to hear him mumble, "That potion would have had Silvia up and mobile, now we have to carry her." as he walks away. Shale eyes you wearily, and takes a few steps back. His bow is still nocked, and half drawn.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 27, 2015 17:34:54 GMT -5
A chuckle builds in the back of Orellow's throat. His laugh breaking up his speech. "It is. Hehe. A phsyical manifestation of..." His laugh builds amd builds getting louder and more savage and suddenly he closes the distance between him Rupert and drives his Rapiers into him (16+6. 6+4 damage) "My Avarice..." He whispers as Rupert takes his lsst breath. He holds the body up with his blades and moves it between him and the door.
(As a side note Orellow's AC when hes dual weilding is 12+4+1)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 27, 2015 19:14:32 GMT -5
Rupert looks down at the blade in his gut, and than looks back up at you, confusion, sadness and rage in his eyes, "Treachery!" He shouts as his weight sinks onto your blades. Shale draws and fires without hesitation, and the arrow takes you in the gut a little left of your navel before you can shift Rupert in the way (4 damage). Shale backs off to the next doorway, drawing and nocking another arrow along the way. The Lightbringer looks aghast at Rupert, "Why have you done this?" He shouts at you, "For treasure? Pelor will see you burn by his radiance for this Orellow." The man takes a ready stance halfway between Shale and Silvia, and halfway between them and you. When you attack any of the three, he strikes out you, but you block it easily.
Status (in init order):
Orellow (4/10hp), Shale (12/12hp), Lightbringer (1/9hp), Rupert (Dying -9/13hp), Silvia (Stable -5/9hp)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 27, 2015 19:44:18 GMT -5
"Palor?" Orellow says dropping Rupert's body and staggers toward The Lightbringer, chuckling sinister. "This is the will of Avarice!" he yells and dashes toward him driving his rapier's into him (8+6 & 18+6 to hit and 8+4 & 2 damage. "Your sun god holds no sway over Vecna" he whispers. And keeps the Lightbringer's body held up between him and Shale as he closes the distance, chuckling. "Just you and I now, Mute!"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 27, 2015 19:59:54 GMT -5
You bat aside the Lightbringers attack with your dominant hand, and casually stick your off hand blade into his chest. Shale growls wordlessly, and puts another arrow into you. This one flies through the Lightbringers legs and takes you in the calf. (3 damage) You have to give that man credit, he's one hell of a shot.
Status (in init order):
Orellow (1/10hp), Shale (12/12hp), Lightbringer (Dying -1/9hp), Rupert (Dying Y -9/13hp), Silvia (Stable -5/9hp)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 27, 2015 21:22:19 GMT -5
Orellow pulls his Rapiers from the priest, letting his body drop to the ground and he steps over the body. "You are one hell of a shot, Shale. I'll give you that" Orellow drags his rapiers along the ground as we swiftly closes the distance bringing them up to drive them into his body. "Vecna will be pleased to have you" He grins (10+6 & 18+6, Damage 4+4 & 4)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 28, 2015 14:25:25 GMT -5
Your blades sink deep into the archers flesh, and the arrow he was nocking drops to the floor, his bow clatters after it a moment later. While the two of you stand face to face, Shale looks you right in the eye. The scorn and contempt is plain to see. Then he spits blood into your eye, and says, "Curse you, and curse Vecna." Before his legs give out and he drops to his knees, and slumps to one side. After you verify that each of your companions is in fact dead, you collect their belongings and gather up the treasure from the Goblin vault room.
The party had 200 Silver Schooners, 200 Silver Protectors, 20 Gold Galleons, 86 Gold Phoenixs and 4 Platinum Providences, 4 pieces of art worth 25gp each. A Ring of Warmth, and a Ring of Mind Shielding. Silvia was wearing Leather Armour, Common Clothes, a gold Wedding Band, and another one tied to her Garter, and a Ring of Warmth, she was carrying 8x Daggers, a Rapier, a Shortbow, and 17x Arrows. She also had a Backpack that contained a Pouch of 1000 Ball Bearings, 10ft of String, a Bell, 5 Candles, a Crowbar, a Hammer, 10x Pitons , a Hooded Lantern, 2 Flasks of Oil, 5 Rations, a Tinderbox, a Waterskin, 50ft of Hemp Rope, a map of Clifton, and a set of Thieves Tools. The Lightbringer was wearing chainmail, Common Clothes, and a Pelor Holy Symbol. He was carrying a Dagger, and a heavy mace. He also had a Backpack that contained a Pouch of 1000 Ball Bearings, 10ft of String, a Bell, 5 Candles, a Crowbar, a Hammer, 10x Pitons , a Hooded Lantern, 2 Flasks of Oil, 5 Rations, a Tinderbox, a Waterskin, 50ft of Hemp Rope, a map of Clifton, and a set of Thieves Tools. Rupert was wearing chainmail, Common Clothes, he was carrying a greatsword, and a dagger. He also had a Backpack that contained 5 Candles, a Crowbar, a Hammer, 10x Pitons , a Hooded Lantern, 2 Flasks of Oil, 4 Rations, a Tinderbox, a Waterskin, and 50ft of Hemp Rope. Shale was wearing Studded Leather Armour, Common Clothes. He was carrying a dagger, a longbow, a Shortsword, and 32x Arrows. He also had a Backpack that contained a 2 Flasks of Oil, 7 Rations, a Tinderbox, 2 Waterskins, 50ft of Silk Rope, and a mess kit.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 30, 2015 10:50:31 GMT -5
The smile drops from Orellow's lips once Shale's body slumps down. "So, you do speak" He says and wipes the blood from his eye. He then tends to his wounds before bringing all the treasure
He stands in the doorway of the vault and practically jumps into the pile of loot, giggling and throwing it up around him. In the middle of his rolling it a soft crying begins to echo through the cave. He ignores this. For a while but after so long he stops and sits up. "What're you crying for!?" He nearly screams at the bottom pile where Orellow sits, facing away from the pile and crying into his knees, his hair slicked back and dyed black. "Seems only proper to cry over your comrade's death. don't you think?" Orellow looks up the pile of riches, through teary eyes to see a woman with long straight Orange-Yellow hair, her fair skin pale much like his, her lips thin and not much of a bust to speak of. She wears a white one piece dress that extends to her ankles. She scoffs "Comrades? They were a bunch of war mongering adventurers, stomping through someone else's home in search of riches" Orellow stands and turns to the girl "That were trying to avenge their comrade!" He snaps. "Oh?" She says mockingly. "Is that so? And how do you suppose he got killed?" Orellow stops, looking around for the answers. "I'll tell you how" She says. "Your 'Comrades' came in here, they invaded the goblin's home to take their treasure and one of them got killed". Orellow growls "And how do you suppose these creatures got this treasure? They could've taken it from hard working farmers or orphans" She looks at Orellow calmly."Or they could've taken it from a corrupt merchant or worked for it" He looks left and right and huffs turning around to sit down crossed legged. "Its still wasn't right to kill them" Orellow says defiantly. The girl laughs from atop her pile "And why not? Look at all this treasure we got" She says throwing it up into the air. "We could've shared it" He says begrudgingly. "Shared?" She says as if the word was an insult. "Why share with those ingrates?" Orellow's head perks up. "Ingrates? How were they ingrates? They helped me and each other" He snaps. "Cause it was convenient for them" She says flatly. "Think about it. Do you really think they cared about you? You were a tool. A mop to help them clean up their own mess" Orellow rolls his eyes. "I asked to join" he informs. "Yeah, so you were a sucker. I mean, how do you think Boris knew? One of them blabbed they were practically advertising themselves as a pity party. They were selfish" She says factually. "They were ready to sacrifice themselves for each other!" Orellow shouts. Silence. Orellow breathes in and out angrily and the girl comes up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a soft embrace. "Because the treasure and their twisted morals told them too" She whispers and Orellow goes quiet. "The holy man offered himself up because it was what his God dictated. Just like ours. The others threw themselves in harms way for foolish revenge brought on by wanting this very treasure. Look at how quickly they turned" She speaks softly to him like a mother comforting an angry child. "When I came out, Shale was distrustful of you. They all cursed you and spat your name. They never once tried to understand your plight, the horrors you've seen. The time you put in everyday to stay out of Vecna's grasp" Orellow is dead silent to this and she continues. "The only honest one was Silvia with her outward distrust and anger. The rest were wearing masks that came off once i came out" Orellow starts breathing heavier. "They hated you, cursed your name and damned you because they wanted this treasure. They were so quick to assume you were a bad guy, they never tried to console you or question it. They just hated and damned you like all all the rest will. They were hypocrites. They followed their God and love of gold just like you. The only difference? You never cursed any of them when you faced Vecna's embrace" Orellows breathing builds and builds till he stands up"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" his roars like a feral beast. They echo bouncing off the cave walls. They girl is gone and Orellow stands alone in the vault. He stands there breathing for a while but comes down from his rage. He looks around the room and grabs one of Silvia's dagger's and carves the following into his Rapier; S.D. R.R., J.M., & S.F. The girls voice chimes in like an echo that seems to comes from everywhere "There are only two things you can trust, 1 The Avnec Code and 2..." Orellow smiles darkly. "You, my Avarice"
Orellow sets to work, heading out of the cave, he hunts around the forest for something like a pack of wolves or a man eating monster, something of that sort to feed the bodies too (he'll likely leave the bodies somewhere the creatures can find it instead of confronting them), if not he buries the bodies under trees and bushes."From nature you came and so to nature you return" He says in a semi prayer for each body before he digs out some large shrubs and replants them in front of and around the door way so its concealed, using his knowledge of the forests to make it look natural. He takes the treasure he would've received from the first encounter if he hadn't taken his Ring of Mind Shielding as well as his Ring of Mind Shielding. He sits for a bit and focuses on the ring to draw out its power. Once synced. He pulls out his disguise kit from his backpack and dyes his hair black and slicks it back giving him a single curl on the front. He then, grabs his crossbow and bolts, puts his rapiers back in his sleeping bag and leaves behind his long sword in the vault and takes one of the Goblin's short swords. He takes the smoking goblin's key and any other key he finds and tries to lock the doors (the ones left standing) on his way out, if he cant, he'll simply close the doors and make his way back to Clifton.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jun 30, 2015 18:26:05 GMT -5
You wander through the copse of trees where the Goblin lair was located. There are signs of life everywhere, but this close to Clifton the packs of wolves and man eating monsters are few and far between. You settle on burying them, and manage to find where the Goblins have been burying their dead. A cleft in the ground some forty feet deep that reeks of rot and decay. When you shine a light down into the pit, you see dozens of Goblin corpses in various states of decay, some are even skeletal. The Smokey Eared Goblin had the only key, and it works all the locks. The vault door is intact, the bear smashed door is beyond repair, the next door is intact, and the first is off the bottom hinge, but you could repair that with a little work so that it is also intact. You clean yourself up so that you don't look like you just murdered a bunch of Goblins, a Bear and your companions, then you leave. You reach town without incident, arriving at the west gate that leads into the poor end of town.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jun 30, 2015 19:16:34 GMT -5
After some quick repairs to the door Orellow locks it, and gives the shrubs a quick brush so they don't look like someone has walked through them. He does his best to cover up any signs of him or anyone else having been there on his way out.
When he arrives at town he heads straight to the Wayfarer's Rest. The only place in town he knows and he stumbles through the door. He takes a seat in one of the booths. "I need ale" He says breathing heavily. "Ale and a hot meal" he sits slumped over in his booth looking visibly deflated.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 2, 2015 13:34:48 GMT -5
Old Borris makes his way to you once you're seated, "Are you alright my good man?" He asks, placing a frothing mug in front of you, "You seem..." He hesitates, maybe not wanting to insult you, "... out of sorts." He finishes finally. He calls, "Ruby." and a pretty young Elven woman, with slightly tanned skin, green eyes and short close cropped red hair. She also has a mole on her cheek just below her eye, and a remarkable amount of cleavage showing, "Yes Master Borris?" She asks. "Bring this man a hearty meal please." She nods, before darting off to the kitchen, casually dodging the various other patrons as she moves. Old Borris sits himself down at your table, "What happened my friend?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 3, 2015 0:00:10 GMT -5
Orellow stares into his drink. "They were waiting, the goblins. First up in the trees and again in the cave. They had traps waiting. There was even a spell caster among them, cursed thing took out Miss DeRosa and while recovering from our wounds, the bear came in. We managed to beat it, somehow and were on our last legs when we went to claim our prize from their vault" He shudders. "If only they didn't follow me" He grits his teeth. "We went in and there was our prize. Gold, silver and gems galore. But atop that treasure was darkness. An evil crawled out from the depths and tore through everyone and took everything they had" He leans his head in his hands before looking back up at Boris "I barely made it out myself" He says leaning back and showing his makeshift bandages where the arrows had stuck into him. "I locked that cave up. That treasure... It can stay there" He downed his drink in one go and sighed heavily, staring at the empty mug...
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 3, 2015 6:56:26 GMT -5
Borris seems enthralled, hanging off your every word, "A spellcaster! I didn't know Goblins had that ability." When you mention the darkness, Old Borris places his hand over his heart, fingers splayed like the rays of the sun in a Pelorian hand sign to ward off evil. "I'm sorry Orellow, it saddens me to loose so many." He puts a hand on your shoulder, "At least you came back to us." The sadness and concern in his eyes are genuine. "If you want to loose yourself in drink tonight, I understand." He gestures to your empty cup and Ruby swings past with a pitcher to fill it back up. You overhear Old Borris tell Ruby to keep an eye on the place. That he's going out for a while, but will be back before the rush. You see him a few minutes later leave wearing a simple brown cloak with embroidered patterns around the hem.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 3, 2015 8:55:38 GMT -5
Orellow smiles weakly. "I appreciate the offer Ol' Boris but my father once said a man lost in drink is one lost in life. No. I will take tonight for contemplation and likely look for work in the morn'" He bids Boris a farewell on his way out the door and turns to Ruby. "A meal would do me good, M'lady, if you please" He lowers his head. Waits for his meal. After eating it he takes time to himself, striking up conversations with anyone who'll talk, observing the folks coming in and out and listening in for any work that he might be able to part take in. When night falls. Assuming nothing else happends. Orellow will head out the door and into the night. To meet with his contact in the Fingers Of Venca.
( After leaving the Inn. 15+6 Stealth)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 3, 2015 9:17:23 GMT -5
You cross the city, following the slope west to the river, and charter passage across to the lower district for a Copper Penny. Working your way through the twisted streets of the lower district you reach the run down shack where your contact resides. That's when you become aware of three men, one directly behind you, and one to each side of you. Each man is holding a dagger, and each dagger is a hairs breath from your neck. Two of the men wear hooded gray cloaks, while the third is dressed in black studded leather armour, and his blade is jet black. "Welcome back Orellow. Come to make a payment have we?" Your weapons are removed, including your hidden rapiers. "Inside." The man in black says, giving you a gentle push to get you started.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 3, 2015 9:46:22 GMT -5
Orellow steps inside and rolls his eyes as they darken slightly. "Still one for theatrics, I see" He says and turns to face his "captors". "Are these strong arm tactics necessary? I've been a faithful to my debt and our deity so far have I not? So, why continue treating me like I'm some shopkeeper late on his protection payment?" Orellow is far from afraid. His face is one of annoyance.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 3, 2015 9:56:12 GMT -5
The man in black laughs, "I will treat you however I wish until your debt is paid." He shrugs, "It has been my experience that one such as yourself chafes under any leash, even one so free as the one you wear." He smirks at your look, "You do wear one, you have to understand that by now?" He takes a seat behind a large desk, pulls out a large slate bound book, and the implements of writing, "So what have you brought us this time?" The other two open a large chest behind the desk, a large chest filled with coins and gems...
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 3, 2015 11:04:08 GMT -5
Orellow clicks his tongue. And tosses a map into the chest. "That is where you'll find my payment. Take the usual amount, no more or you'll lack your name sake" He says and wiggles his fingers. "Leash or no, remember this dog has fangs. Fangs that kill men twice your size for less" Orellow says leaning over the desk to glare at the man before pulling away and heading out the door, collecting his weapons on his way.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 3, 2015 11:44:38 GMT -5
The man in black studded leather tilts his head back and laughs, "You've always been my favourite pet." He makes a flicking motion with his hand, "Now, get out and find the rest of what you owe." The two men in gray flank you out of the building. Once outside, you're left to your own devices. The sun has long since set, but like every time you leave this place you're in no mood for sleep. This story continues Here |
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