Thursday, December 18, 2014

Auge Journal: Escape Plan

Not long after the meeting with the Seawillow family and the Dwarves of the World Disk, Auge retreated to the souk to contemplate the recent developments. Tomorrow will be a watershed moment, he thought, when Auge and his brothers would present Adalwin Joscelin with a treaty to end the petty warfare in Stormhaven and focus the efforts on the one universal enemy, the thing that should not be.

Either Adalwin will agree and focus his efforts on defeating the jailer thereby earning the right to rule Stormhaven; or refuse and bring about unknowable events, possibly involving father. Right now Jaren is scribing a greater teleport scroll for Diedre and later one for Auge with the idea that if something were to happen our most important people would have an escape plan. It was also why Auge put the call out to a select number of people on his payroll.

In the Vial and Flask Hogni Bluesafe was organizing the new batch of items up for sale minus the headband, staff and ring Versel sold to the elves earlier as Auge was sending messages using Hogni’s small constructs. The Hogni was more than happy to oblige his employer but was curious why there was four messages sent.

“Kind of late for you is it not Master Auge? Or is it early?” Hogni said with a wink through a complex series of spectacles.

Auge, who has been traveling between Stormhaven and Africa did not heed to the cycles of day and night and shrugged. “There will be a time for rest for me and my brothers but now is certainly not the time.” Auge said cryptically.

“Is there a customer? Should I retire to my apartment?” Hogni asked. His quarters where secreted away, so Hogni was sensitive to his employer’s discretion with himself and Auge’s clientele.

“No Hogni you stay, this concerns you.” Auge said. “and a few others, but while we wait for them I want list more magical items for sale.”  

“Aye!” Hogni said laughing, “vanquish another virtue? Tell me did you earn your dragon-slot?” But his mirth was short lived.

“No Hogni, but things have changed and now I am keen on ridding myself of magic I have literally out grown.” Ague said not revealing the age effect his hoard was having upon him with is employee. Indeed these items were accelerating Auge’s aging and now threatened to burn him out with advanced age.

“Does this have something to do with the failed dimensional anchor from earlier tonight?” Hogni asked perceptively.

“Something like that yes.” Auge answered as he reluctantly produced the magic items collected over the past few weeks.

While waiting for the others to arrive Auge explained the properties of each item, weapon and armor as well as where they came from. Auge was just about to pick up the axiomatic weapon for sale when the White Spider arrived first.

Her natural pheromones were what excited Auge the most about her. The way she could turn heads in a barroom or use her silver tongue to assuage marks to her advantage. She casually glanced at the new items as well as the magical folding barrels of holding off to the side that seemed bursting with fresh aromatic tobacco leaves. She greeted her master fondly and poured herself some of Pilini’s finest that Hogni had sat out earlier.

“Am I early?” Spider asked looking around. “point one, woman.” She said thoroughly satisfied.

“Don’t let it go to your head.” Hogni teased. “Master Auge has something serious he wants to address, we are just waiting for the others.”

“Others? Like Spade and Farley? I hate to say this Auge but I haven’t seen them in a while.” Spider said looking out the display window and into the street. “Someone approaches.” She said curtly looking to Auge and Hogni who were still standing around a work table. Spider instinctively dropped back from view finding herself poised to descend behind any intruders.

“Sapphire,” Hogni said pleased as a pixie.

“I am here,” ignoring Hogni, “as you instructed Master Auge.” Sapphire said. 

Kiton was next to arrive, falling from some unknown height; the creature landed dexterously and tumbled in without upsetting a single potion or curio looking a vicious as ever. The dire-ape blooded human scrambled to Auge and offered his neck in submission.

“None of that Kiton.” Auge said touching the vulnerable nape of Kiton’s neck.

Lastly Gerto and Pilini arrived deep in their cups with a banana drink concocted from the fruit brought in from Africa, the hour was late but hope was on the horizon and that was reason enough for the two gnomes.

Outside the Vial and Flask Tick Tock Castle tolled three o'the clock in the early morning to a scorched and scarred World Disk. Soon the sun would rise on a Stormhaven that will likely be vastly different when the sun sets in the east, for good or ill.

“Colleagues,” Auge began, “I fear a time has come that we must prepare for a dooms-day scenario.” Auge let that information sink in before continuing, “Tomorrow my red brothers and I will present a treaty to Adalwin Joscelyn from the Elf and Dwarf families to end hostilities and for him to focus on the jailer earning him the right to rule.”

“But you are meant to rule!” Spider said insistently to that everyone agreed.

“I would not be here were it not for you and your brothers.” Pilini said through the spittle of drink.

“There are many other details, but this treaty,” Auge continued, “will move everyone's time table and will upset current the status quo. With that in mind I want an escape plan in place right now.”

“As you will red one,” Sapphire said. “tell us your plan.”



Staff of Performance (Versel) 48,800
Unholy Staff  (Versel) 29,600

Blink back belt (Auge) 5,000
Bolstering Breastplate +1 (Auge) 9,000
Buffering Cap (Auge) 2,000
Gloves of Dueling (Auge) 15,000
Staff of Acid (Auge) 28,600
+4 Axiomatic weapon (Auge) 72,000
Sniper’s Goggles /Third Eye Surge (Auge creation) 22,100



Review 12/17/2014

Struttn to the Embassy
Our session began with Durg’s meeting with the Broken Coven, its members keen against Adalwin who (it was revealed by Durg) is using souls to deliver Stormhaven to Hell. Sniper said that most of what remains outside the Crown is against the insane motivations of Adalwin. As this was taking place, the Doctor was slowly making his exit. To appear at the Vial and Flask, where we have new items on display, the Doctor escaped both Auge and Versel’s attempt at taking him alive.

Assuming his retreat was to the Crown; Durg flies to the location and parleys for the Doctor and his happy to wait. The communication was through Durg and a lower devil by witch Adalwin spoke through. After an hour the lower devil was replaced by a shaven and severely beaten individual who was NOT the Doctor. The individual was taken to the Cinder Block.

Once back at the Neutral Grounds the Sniper brings three spell books and Jaren gifts Sniper with a weapon crystal, a weapon and the sale of another (+2 flaming great axe and a +2 flaming burst whip.) In the meantime the Broken Coven was told to hide and use the Staircase Keep as a haven and a way to leave message.

The shaven individual offered in lieu of the Doctor was a cook by the name of Brior (7th level sorcerer), who explained how he was beaten by devils until unconsciousness and awoke here- wherever ‘here’ is. He says Serart (aka the Doctor) was not well liked because of the disgusting things he does. Like some kind of fleshcrafter.

Not long after our questioning of Brior he and his family were offered employment as a servant family for us in Nimbus, giving him status in a land of milk and honey as well as a role in a future wizard college and education for his son. Brior deserved to be one of Jaren’s followers.


As this was going on Versel went to Nissian’s embassy and was soon followed by lifters who recognized him as well as a troupe of elves and a beard of dwarves. Keeping to his business at hand Versel enters the Embassy (does not ‘reset’ watermarks, it takes all four of us) and pays for a wish scroll from Nissian. From here Versel looks for the Iron Golem that seems to be patrolling the area and finds the construct locked in mortal combat with a gelatinous cube. The combat was taking place in front of an eastern embassy that had been ransacked- literally cleaned of furnishings, art, and the papers.
 
Back at the Cinder Block it was noon and time for our business meeting with Diedre. Several things were discussed such as staring the efforts on minting coins in Nimbus (one year time table), handing over the administration of the Cold Stone mines (giving us her magical ‘business cards’ putting her in our camp), and how to handle and resolve the current unrest in the city. Her suggestion was one we support: offer a competition that whoever defeats/destroys Claustrum wins the rights to rule Stormhaven.

As we hash out the details a group of elves and dwarves respond to our call after healing some of the wounded in the Neutral Grounds hospice. Members of the Rockhammer, Greystone, Seawillow as well as one more elven house sat and digested Diedre’s suggestion to end the battle in the streets.

The Elves seem okay with the plan with the dwarves split, half want to kill Adalwin and the other half are wary of the end result should Adalwin prevail over the aboleth. It is universally agreed that the jailer is priority number one. But until the elf/dwarf camp can prove to be a threat (ie breaking into the Crown) when they fear the plan has no weight. One elf suspects that Nissian holds an important key in this regard but Jaren was able to steer that plan aside by assuring the treaty will be delivered with a spin on the plan that Adalwin has a win-win here as long as he stays out of Stormhaven. The Crown being an exception as well as Neutral Grounds because ‘an attack at the Neutral Grounds is an attack on the city.’


In return the Elf and Dwarf families promise gratitude in the future with SONS Commodities, but why stop there when cold stones are available through SONS and artisans are desired to fill our holdings with art.

Our post meeting involved conversations on gates and a +3 earthbreaker hammer human bane that earned eight ships for SONS (3 small, 3 medium, and 2 large) each scattered around the globe but are to report to Nimbus immediately. Other items were sold by Durg (+2 dwarf full plate) and Jaren (+2 dwarfbonded war hammer for 20k in marble for the Stormhaven temple).

Early tomorrow we hope to deliver the treaty to Adalwin, Versel to drop in on our holdings, Jaren scribes scrolls, and Auge meets with his camp at the Vial and Flask to discuss a possible Stormhaven dooms-day scenario.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Monday Morning You Sure Looked Fine Durg's Got Broken Coven On His Mind

Jaren knew there was something he was overlooking. In rare moments of rest the half dragon wizard would try to bring his mind to focus on whatever problem was plaguing him.  Jaren was still unable to quite put his finger on it.  Despite any rest he might enjoy Jaren was tired. The magic he wore, its constant use, it was arduous, and he could feel the magic aging him. Perhaps that was the nagging notion at the nape of his neck that never allowed him to relax.  Since rest wasn’t going to be an option, the wizard decided to join brother Durg with his assembly of Mage guard. 


Durg watched his neighborhood lieutenants gather, peering through a newly created peephole from the Vial and Flask into the Neutral Grounds.  He hadn’t had a lot of time with his officers and wanted the chance to observe them before entering for their meeting. 


The first to enter was well known around Staircase Keep, his nickname was Sniper and Durg always found his scent disturbing. As Durg watched Sniper studying the meeting place he realized that he had been mistaken, Sniper isn’t human, he’s something else.  Durg would make sure that Jaren got a good look at him, it wasn’t as if his lieutenant wouldn’t stand out, dressed as he is, head to toe in black leathers and goggles.  Sniper placed three books on a table and poured himself a drink from the pitcher and cups there. 

At that point two more uniformed humanoids entered arena from the street entrance, carrying freshly purchased Friday Fight passes from the ticket window. The first of the two Durg could see from his vantage point was the devil bonded human known as The Doctor.  It was immediately clear that Sniper and The Doctor didn't get along when Sniper growled, “I only tolerate you because they tolerate you devil, but if you get too close I’ll just have to hope that the Red Brothers will forgive me.”
The other humanoid was shorter, “Probably a half elf” thought Durg.  The only thing Durg knew about the half elf was his name Aickrat Tromos and that he had helped the lifters guild several times, Vercel even spoke well of him.



Durg’s observations were interrupted by new noises in the Vial and Flask, he was well hidden from view of anyone entering the shop but something about their discussion drew his ear.  Durg realized his other three lieutenants, Vagabond a Halfling who had traveled the world, Mist the only woman in The Broken Coven, and the Bryver the oldest member, had entered the Vial and Flask. 


It was Bryver’s unique voice that had drawn Durg’s attention and the half dragon could hear the old man complaining, “I’m telling you two, buy what you can now while you still have privileges, we’re about to be fired.  Take a look around will you? There are all manner of elves and dwarves recuperating here.  How long before we’re conscripted into regular service and get fed to the tower? You two believe what you want but ol’ Bryver here is telling you, you either be ready to provide a service that the lunatic in the tower doesn’t have plenty of or YOU’LL be exactly what he needs!”

Bryver’s observations were interrupted by Hogni who began speaking with the Halfling Vagabond about cloaks and bracers. Durg figured he would wait for the rest of The Broken Coven to leave but that plan was squashed when Jaren entered the shop and found Durg immediately,loudly proclaiming, “There you are Durg!  The Broken Coven is waiting, HAR HAR!”

Sunday, December 14, 2014

The Free City of Nimbus Founder's Mixer

“Burbald Worwelm, so glad to meet you, Lopel has been illuminating in his newfound faith,” the chubby little human pushed his hand forward in introduction hoping for acknowledgement from any of the red brothers, “I hope that Lopel remembered to mention how extremely cooperative Nakathar Holdings has been since his conversion.” The four red brothers were being led through the receiving hall as guests of honor, steaming hot fish, vegetables, and meats rose from the tables in the dining hall behind the revelers causing Vercel’s stomach to rumble loudly.  

“I am sure our benefactors are quite aware of your COOPERATION Burbald,” Lopel interjected, blocking Burbald’s effort at a handshake with his body, he pointed the brothers along the hallway to the greet the other attendees;

Durg was next introduced to Iodocius, the human leader of the local craftsman association, “Honored at the opportunity to meet you Durg, let me know if you need anything fixed at your new place and I’ll have our best men on it.”
   
Vercel had overcome the wonderful smells beckoning from the dining hall upon meeting Morflane Arcault. She is a beautiful human woman that Lopel introduced as the matron of the Arcault family that produces the regions charcoal. Morflane was visibly intimidated by the size of the four red brothers but was friendly when spoken to while her dress offered plenty of cleavage for Vercel to stare into.



Jaren was in discussion with two large unique creatures that turned out to be a couple, Mendora an Albino Minotaur Magus and Ashachi Ardimos an Ogre Magi.  Mendora lets slip that she fell in love with Ashachi after serving many years as his body guard.                             
The farmer Klomar Omundo and his daughter Cheyann were introduced to Auge.  Klomar explained that his daughter had trained for three months with a traveling alchemist but that her lessons had lapsed. Auge was initially excited by the prospect of another alchemist before realizing that Klomar was actually just offering him his unwed daughter.  The twenty year old woman was clearly terrified at the prospect.





Stepping out from the dining hall, several servants in tow,was Baniet Buraria Ia'age, formerly referred to as Ali Baba, “Now with a proper kitchen I have prepared a feast fit for the Red Lords! Please come and enjoy our feast!”

Baniet’s well intentioned invitation would later cause some duress as several in attendance did not receive their private introductions to their half dragon guests. Three tables filled this long decorated room, the central main table overflowing with food, with a table in the north corner for the sailors and River Captains, and the smallest table being utilized by the servants.  It was clear that Lopel had arranged the seating to communicate his new social order which left the gnome merchant Buech especially frustrated. Buech’s size and seating position kept him hidden from the half dragons’ attentions seated as he was behind the mounds of food on the great table.  It was Lopel’s wife Draenn who saved Buech from complete anonymity when Durg and Auge both expressed their appreciation for this new substance, apple butter.  Draenn exclaimed, “That’s Buech’s butter, everyone uses Buech’s!”
The gnome was quite surprised to soon find the two half dragon brothers congratulating him for his ingenuity and ordering large quantities of the butter. 

Uncomfortably seated between Mendora and Ashachi, across from Jaren, was Einhurt Chulst a middle aged human who between moments of dodging fish bone carcasses explained that he specialized in waterproofing homes and gear.

When discussions began that lead to the declaration of the Free City of Nimbus, the half-orc Ghadbur Waruske introduced himself as a local Boat wright of no small water.  Others in attendance indicate that Ghadbur professionally provides river security and provides river patrols for the city.

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Review 12/10/2014

In less than a minute the sons of Nissian were successful in procuring a dragon egg. This dragon egg was larger than the one palmed from the merchant and was farther along in its development. Leaving foes behind Jaren teleports Auge, Durg and Versel to mother’s lair; only to find mother and her court gone just as the egg was beginning to hatch.

The creature was a pale thing 3.5 feet long, pale and obviously pre mature, it screamed for an hour as it broke from its placental confines. Eventually we agreed that this was important enough to reach out and contact Avericia. She received our call angrily and with overwhelming displeasure. She said she was occupied and that the hatchling would have to basically front the cost of her attention else the thing was on its own. The communication was very brief but during a shared dream we saw Averica laying waste to Hell and bearded devils. The smaller egg was placed in a repository with the other young eggs when Durg expresses an interest in the dragon hatchling.

Expending his breath weapon upon the hatchling, Durg brought into existence some physical changes in the hatchling giving it the mark of sin as well as giving the creature its own breath weapon. Durg: if it can survive in Avericia’s harsh lair then it deserves a chance. NICE! We decide to rest here after our combat. (54,600 xp)

The next morning Jaren teleports us to Lowport, Sorosh, and the Barge. When we get there we are given a message notifying us of Maycorth’s location, a villa owned by a friend of the family. We say our goodbyes to Daymar and retrieve Potior then we make our way to Maycorth and his family making sure not to be noticed.

Arriving to a Greek style villa complete with baths Maycorth greets us with gratitude and our compensation. He would, however like him and his family transported to the Evening Isles because everyone he has talked to thus far maintain the isles are a drift and beyond most sailors skill to find. Confirming the disturbing revelation we nevertheless are able to get him and his wife and son home.

Maycorth provides us each with a signet ring, list of ships and agreements in his family’s network located around what becomes the Mediterranean Sea. He agrees to provide free priority shipping as well as 20% of his own freight for as long as he, his wife or his son survives. We agree but would rather be owners on paper but agree to supply a venture president, to eventually come from the Saltsure camp. Nice! The all works well for all parties involved.

A short time later Sorosh teleports Macorth, family and two guards to the Evening Isles and
Maycorth Castle where he awards us with a take-me-home bonus of 25,000 platinum in a type 2 bag of holding.

After Sorosh returns it was time for us to return to Nimbus. (Monday) We announce our intentions to our people in Nimbus (Barbazu) and take requests for components to bring back. Savidia: bomb components. Potior: Spell books. At this Jaren gifts Potior with a book and sells him another, both were Gretchen VanFleet’s spell books. NICE! In return Potior will pay for the book within 3 months and provide scrolls of a select few from these works.

Auge gathers commodities to take to Stormhaven for trade: tobacco, fruit, juices, etc. and Jaren teleports us to the Cinder Block. It is here we find Claret Pauchard who informs us of the past week since we left. Recent fighting in the streets has allowed her to monetize our Neutral Grounds as a hospice for combatants for three times the rent. The elves and dwarves have the Crown on its heels (it is still under lockdown) but the Crown seems to have an endless supply of creatures to employ in their favor.

We pick up Monday at noon waiting to hear from Diedre Saltsure and Durg messaging the mage-guard to assemble.





Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The Funeral



Centaur City hadn’t seen a Drow, let alone Shar in generations.  Most of those in attendance were there not to mourn Alicia, but out of simple curiosity. Few realized that the great wizard’s wife had once been one of their tribe before her magical transformation.  The Drow wizard had prepared everything, the burial grounds, the dedication, and loving tribute.  The dark elf magician spoke for hours, educating everyone on the amazing life his wife had led. Were it not for the magical effects the Drow provided, the short attention spans of the centaurs would have lost interest in his words.  His magic’s kept them enraptured. When the ceremony was finished Shar requested some privacy and time alone at the memorial. 


Shar’s thoughts turned inward as the last of the centaurs departed.  The Drow prayed silently, pleading to his god that his tribute to her would overtake the memories of her last days.   Tears streamed down his cheek remembering Alicia’s frustrated dream of bearing him children and the last attempt, a stillborn child whose lifeless birth seemed to steal the will to live from his wife of these many years.  The wizard’s thoughts turned to self-inspection, angry and ashamed with himself for not seeing her pain, anger at her for having their last year together filled with so much pain.  Why hadn't he recognized her madness?  The stillborn child, the hatred in Alicia’s eyes when Shar had told her…  Shar realized he should have known when he watched her initial preparations, but alas love is blind. 

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Review 12/03/2014

Who called me chunky? 
We begin our session with some observations of our enemies; trolls and drow half dragons of the blue
variety. Jaren discerns the location of the dragon egg to be below the quartermaster deck. Our opening salvo was a dragon breath strafing run coming up from the rear and onward across the prow as well as penetrating two dispel magic walls or possibly a shell around the ships.

Round 1.. fight!
Xeyog: unloads a shit ton of arrows at Auge.
Darkmantle: Flies 60’ up.
Versel: Drinks a potion and (after Jaren’s teleport fails) lands 15’ away from Xeyog.
Jaren: Teleport fail, followed by a successful greater dispel centered on the dispel magic wall, also getting the dimensional lock and trolls as well.
Sorosh: = huge air elemental.
Auge: Fire bombs the trolls.
Vestrack: moves and descends the stairs under the quarter deck.
Durg the rager: moves to Vlad and attacks.
Issek: outlines Durg in farie fire and drinks a potion.
Zelfane: Does stuff.
Matron Troll: dives for the cooling ocean waters extinguishing her ongoing fire damage.
The Render Troll: Moves and attacks Durg.
The Monarch: moves to flank Durg and teams up with the Render for an attack.
Yermgar: Does stuff.
Seraptis: Does stuff.
Iggy: Does Stuff.
Emorma: Does stuff.
Vlad: returns attacks upon Durg the surrounded.

Round 2
Xeyog: Attacks Versel with his deadly bow.
Darkmantle: Drinks a potion and utilizes a wand.
Auge: Healing potion, Eternal Wand CCW, +5’ toward Vastrack’s escape.
Versel: Flurry of blows on Xeyog.
Sorosh: = huge water elemental vs. Troll Matron
Jaren: 2 action dice for undead inheritance and drink a potion
Vestrack: Does stuff.
Durg: continues to punish Vlad.
Issek: again targets Durg with a spell effect and moves in to flank with Vlad against Durg.
Zelfane: Does stuff.
Matron Troll: vs. Sorosh
The Render Troll: Full attacks on Durg.
The Monarch: Full attacks on Durg.
Yermgar: Floats up from the quarter deck and does stuff.
Seraptis: Appearing as a demonic woman moves to grapple Jaren.
Iggy: the Cheitan appears on the battle field and does stuff.
Emorma: power word blind on Versel.
Vlad: Full attacks on Durg.

Round 3
Xeyog: withdraws and descends to the quarter deck.
Darkmantle: sends a bird, closes the distance on Versel for attacks.
Auge: two successful dispel magic bombs on darkmantle, +5’ toward Vastrack’s escape.
Versel: Flurry of blows on Darkmantle = RIP.
Jaren: Dimension Doors away and after one attempt failed because of spell immunity, Jaren targets Seraptis = RIP.
Sorosh: = huge vortex vs. Troll Matron
Vestrack (below): Does stuff.
Durg: = RIP Vlad.
Issek: flies straight up.
Zelfane: attempts a death strike on Auge.         
Matron Troll: swims into the vortex.
The Render Troll (RIP): Full attack on Durg.
The Monarch (RIP): Invisibility purge
Yermgar: on the quarter deck unloads a cold strike killing the trolls.
Seraptis: RIP
Iggy: the Cheitan fails to slay Versel but awards him with 4 negative levels. It was a 9th level divine spell.
Emorma: Ray vs. Versel to little effect.
Vlad: RIP Mr. V


We begin next week with Round 4 after Xeyog who has already moved and did stuff- he is below deck along with Vastrack. Above deck are Issek, Zelfane, Yermgar, the Cheitan and Emorma.