Candlekeep

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May 28, 2021 3:41 pm
The companions step through the portal -

- and into what feels like another world.

Gone is the whistle and chill of the wind. In its place is a warm breeze that carries the smell of budding flowers and spring rain. White flagstones run beneath the companions’ feet, filling a large courtyard lined with immense walls on one side and rows of towers on the other. A handful of buildings ring the courtyard, but before the companions can take in more details, a flustered man in monk’s robes runs up to them.
May 28, 2021 3:42 pm
"What is the meaning of this? No one is scheduled to come through until midday." The man speaks in short, clipped words, lightly trilling his ‘r’s. He adjusts his monocle and breathes heavily, obviously unused to such physical exertion as charging across the courtyard. "I’m afraid you will all have to wait here for a moment while we get you properly processed."

"Watchers!" He waves over a handful of people dressed in similar robes. These men and women have the alert look of guards and hold quarterstaves as if ready to use them.

"I must fetch the First Reader." The monocled man hurries off towards a large green door on the other side of the courtyard.
May 28, 2021 4:20 pm
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We'll keep all of Runeson's stuff blue-colored for now to make it easier to find amidst the party's posts.
Runeson opens his eyes.

He's lying on a bed in a room with wooden walls. A window lets in soft light. His wounds have been bandaged, and he can see his gear under a table in the corner.

"Oh, look who finally decided to wake up." Shar-Teel sits in a corner sharpening her sword with a whetstone. "We weren't sure you would, but that priest did a good job, apparently."
May 28, 2021 6:48 pm
Stepping out of the portal, Stella gasps and inhales deeply, her starry, violet eyes literally lighting up as she takes in the warmth, sights, sounds, and smells.
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"What is the meaning of this? No one is scheduled to come through until midday."
"Hello! Oh, yes!" she replies, lightly bouncing on her heels. "We're from the Icewind Dale, sent by means of Dok, Archmage of Kuldahar. I suppose he forgot to Send word ahead..."

Stella's friends aren't sure they've ever seen her this excited or outgoing before!
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"I’m afraid you will all have to wait here for a moment while we get you properly processed."
"Oh, of course! Thank you!"

Looking around at the armed guards surrounding them, the star-struck scholar grabs Wirrow's and Aiwë's arms for a moment and shakes them with delight.
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May 28, 2021 10:47 pm
The monocled man returns some time later with a man in a red robe, who smiles kindly at the visitors from Icewind Dale.

"Greetings, Seekers, and welcome to Candlekeep! I am Tethtoril, the First Reader." The man is soft-spoken, but with a warm demeanor.
May 28, 2021 10:49 pm
The monocled Avowed speaks up again, wringing his hands. "But First Reader, they are not yet Seekers. They haven't been granted admittance. And they mentioned that goblin, Dok..."
May 28, 2021 10:58 pm
Tethtoril raises a finger. "Are we not all Seekers of knowledge, Kazryn? But worry yourself not, friend, for these people are known to me, though I knew not when they would come."

The First Reader nods to Keggruk, who has been standing patiently. "Sir Keggruk, do you have your group's offering? I much look forward to reading it!"
May 28, 2021 11:02 pm
Keggruk takes a deep breath and nods. His face is locked in an expressionless mask, but to those who know him, the orog is practically trembling. He reaches into his pack and retrieves a book, then gingerly hands it over to the First Reader.
May 28, 2021 11:10 pm
"Let us see here. Ah..." Tethtoril opens the book to its first page. "And in the original Orcish! Truly, this is a treasure. The literature we have about orc-kind could fill a tower, but works written by them are rare indeed." He tucks the book into his robe.

"Well! I believe that settles admittance, does it not, Kezryn?" He waits for the other sage's nod. "Wonderful! Please, do our new Seekers a favor and track down Imoen. I believe she would make a most appropriate guide for them during their stay."

As Kazrym rushes off holding his monocle in place with one hand, Tethtoril turns to the group. "I will leave the details to Imoen, but you may wish to begin with the House of Rest and rent a few rooms."He points to a three-storied wooden building tucked against one of the towering walls. "Now I must go. But please, should you have need of me, merely ask and I will come when I am able. Farewell!" He departs for the green door across the way.
May 29, 2021 2:11 am
Koveras keeps his eyes on Candlekeep's looming towers as they cross the white courtyard, heading toward the House of Rest. "Yes, Shar-Teel, Runeson, and Jasan live. The horses, too, though I'm not sure one will ever run again. I may have to put it down. Still, better that than a gibberling feast..."

They enter the House of Rest and Koveras tosses a small pouch to the innkeeper, then leads Dieter up a couple flights of stairs to the third floor. "You and Runeson will bunk together in that room there. Shar-Teel and Jasan are just across the hall. My room is furthest on the left. You might want to make yourself comfortable. We're going to be here for a while."

He gestures toward Dieter's room again. "I'll be right back with your pay."
May 29, 2021 2:21 am
walking into the room Dieter sees Runeson on the bed "Hey Gibberling food, how are you feeling?" Dieter continues into the room and puts his pack down by the empty bed. he dons his chainmail again under his shirt and he feels a bit better now feeling its weight on his shoulders.
May 29, 2021 2:40 am
Kay stumbles out of the portal and gains her footing once again feeling a little nocuous from what she assumes is the magic that was used to travel. Looking around she audibly gasps at the majesty and grandeur of Candlekeep and feels a flutter of anxiety being so far from all she knew. As Kay is stood stars struck she toons back in as the man who look in charge says:
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"Wonderful! Please, do our new Seekers a favor and track down Imoen. I believe she would make a most appropriate guide for them during their stay."
She stands politely smiling and nods to the fellow before saying "Thank you for the hospitality, Please let us know if theres anything we can help with while we’re here" before watching another man who looked quite out of breath go in search for somthing.
May 29, 2021 3:37 am
"Hiya!"

The voice is bright and cheery and comes from a pink-haired girl who seems to have sprung from the floor itself. She looks to be in her middle teens, perhaps a year or two younger than most of the party members. "My name's Imoen. I'm your guide while you're in Candlekeep!"

She brushes aside her flamboyant hair, which has several strings of beads decorating it. "You're lucky to have me. I know everything about this place." She leans forward conspiratorially. "I've lived here my whole life, so I really am the best guide here."

Imoen twirls around, gesturing to the entire place. "This is the Court of Air. I like it because it's got fresh air! Except over by the stables. But we don't have to go over there, you don't have any horses. Or griffons. Or wyverns. Um, where are you all from? And what are your names? I guess that's important for me to learn." She chuckles happily.
May 29, 2021 3:49 am
Rift continues his fall through the portal and lands directly on his scaly butt. He immediately stands, brushing himself off and hoping that no one saw him. Looks looking around, he quickly realizes that he isn't in Easthaven anymore.

Candlekeep.

He has actually traveled to Candlekeep with the adventurers!

His mother is going to kill him.

Everyone else is acting like this is completely normal. Maybe if he acts normal too, no one will realize that he came through on accident. Without his mother's permission.

He stands very still, trying to figure out what to do next.
May 29, 2021 3:57 am
Aiwë grins eagerly, and gives a happy skip at Stella's excitement. When the reader arrives, she quiets to pleasant formality.

Her expression changes to amazement as he speaks to Keggruk. Aiwë has seen Keggruk face entire tribes of Gruumsh's bloodthirsty followers, Towners spitting with bigoted rage, and her own mother at her most stressed. Keggruk never so much as blinked. Now he trembles? And the book!!

She slips her hand into his---a subtle action when his hand is so much larger than her own. When the reader leaves she looks up at him with wonder.

"Keggruk! You're an author! That's amazing!" In their native orcish she continues more solemnly. "You bring much strength to the tribe. Khanna must be so proud."

Aiwë doesn't think Keggruk needs her praise or affirmation, but why withhold a compliment, and on such an important day!
May 29, 2021 4:07 am
"Well, what a lovely young lady you are. I'm Ossein, and this is Bert."

Bert slaps his own chest.

"You nailed a that casual gesture buddy, reeeeeeaaally nailed it. Wait, I am still between your teeth aren't I? We did that can do the talking and you the walking and appear as one person. And here I've been introducing us both. Everyone must be so confused as to what's happening. Why didn't you say something Bert?"

"Oh, and I apologize for the confusion, I am Ossein, and he is Bert, we aren't the same person, and I'd appreciate you not confusing us. Whew, I'm glad we cleared that up. Thank you for understanding sweetie."

Walking over to Keggruk, Ossein whispers to him, "She's so proud of you, isn't there something you'd like to say to her?"
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May 29, 2021 4:08 am
"Food?!? More like pincushion or knife holder. Those little devils nearly had me! I’m feeling better, but can help but wonder what made all of those gibberlings decide to migrate out of their caves and dark corners. By Hoar, I may have to seek justice for all of those other guards that didn’t make it. How did you make it out alive? The last thing I remember before passing out is nearly being overwhelmed.
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May 29, 2021 5:45 am
Sheemish is a little preoccupied studying the "surprise" gift from Dok, that he doesn't even have a chance to say thank you to his goblin tutor. While inspecting the garment for indication as to its origin and makeup, a push from behind sends the young blacksmith through the portal and through its passage to Candlekeep. Landing in a heap he quickly rises and checks his pockets and bags to ensure all his tools are accounted for. As everyone else (there are a lot of them that came through apparently) shares pleasant talk, Sheemish looks once again at the loincloth in his hands.

Loincloth? This thing was big enough to be a cape! Probably don't want wrapped around my neck though and that close to my face, who knows where its- oh, wait, I guess I do know where its been . . . better find a better way to use it than that
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Rolls

History check on Ug's loing girdle - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

May 29, 2021 5:56 am
"I may not look like it but I’m really sneaky. The merchant actually came back and saved us. I couldn’t leave the archer behind so I threw him on Shar-tel’s horse and then ran like mad through the woods. Thanks for standing with me back there I’m sure we would have been cut down running from those monsters. So what brought you to candle keep?"
May 29, 2021 6:03 am
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Um, where are you all from? And what are your names? I guess that's important for me to learn." She chuckles happily.
Startled at the appearance of a pink haired girl Kay quickly composes herself and smiles "Hello! My name is Kay and... i guess... thats what you can call me?" Kay can feel her face turning red as she continues talking "I grew up my whole life in a little fishing village so i understand knowing everything like the back of your hand... But my fathers stories and the few books we did own made me feel like i had been other places!... But, um... yeah... sorry I mean that wasn’t really your question and now I’m just babbling on and I’m sure the others are much more exciting" Kay finishes speaking, embarrassed by her lack of social skills, but what was she supposed to do about it! Its not like she grew up meeting new people all the time.

Kay tries to recover the conversation and say something else but after a few stuttered words an awkward silence hangs in the air. Hoping the ground would swallow her, Kay desperately looks around to see if anyone else can take the focus off of her.
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May 29, 2021 3:17 pm
Keggruk rolls his massive shoulders uncomfortably. He gently pushes Bert to arm's length away, and frees his hand from Aiwe's grasp, though he does give her a small smile. "It is done," he whispers. "We should get settled into our rooms."
May 29, 2021 3:28 pm
Imoen is happy to fill the silence after Kay's introduction. "Kay! What a beautiful name. Simple, but positive! I love it!" She bounces around meeting all the travelers one by one. She wrinkles her nose at Ossein and Bert, but politely doesn't comment on their smell.

As she meets each of the young women, Imoen practically glows. "Oh, I'm sure we'll become the best of friends! How long are you all planning on staying, anyhow?"

When she meets Sheemish, she can't contain her curiosity. "Are you holding... underwear? Well, at least they're not golden pantaloons. Boy, do I have some stories..."

Rift makes her eyes widen. "Awww... Well aren't you the cutest dragonborn I've ever seen! How old is he? Can I give him some candy? Here you go, little guy."
May 29, 2021 6:35 pm
Mumbling her name and nothing else as an introduction, Wirrow lets her friends--and whoever these extras Keggruk brought along are?--take over the talking. Things are already moving faster and differently than she'd expected.
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Oh, I'm sure we'll become the best of friends!
Somehow, Wirrow doubts that. Not out of unkindness necessarily, but... well, one Aiwe's worth of excitability already felt like a little much sometimes. Though of course, that same Aiwe would probably tell her to give the inarguably cute girl a chance. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn't; it would depend on how long they stay.

Speaking of which, Wirrow shrugs at Imoen's question to the group; Keggruk is in charge of how long they're all staying, not her.
May 30, 2021 4:42 am
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"I’m just babbling on and I’m sure the others are much more exciting" Kay finishes speaking, embarrassed by her lack of social skills...after a few stuttered words an awkward silence hangs in the air. Hoping the ground would swallow her, Kay desperately looks around to see if anyone else can take the focus off of her.
After Imoen picks up the conversation, Stella notices Kay's discomfort and waves to her with an encouraging smile and a thumbs up.
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As she meets each of the young women, Imoen practically glows. "Oh, I'm sure we'll become the best of friends! How long are you all planning on staying, anyhow?"
"I'm Stella! We're from the north, the Icewind Dale. I can't wait to see the star charts of this region...oh, and cookbooks! And herbalist guides, and spells, and—well...I suppose my reading list can wait until after we've got our rooms." She grins sheepishly and twirls a lock of hair around her finger. "Stars...if I had my way, we'd probably be here for months! But that probably won't be the case."
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When she meets Sheemish, she can't contain her curiosity. "Are you holding... underwear?"
"I think that's actually outerwear," Stella says, trying not to look at the disgusting and impractical garment. Did he really bring that...?
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May 30, 2021 4:52 am
Araklusta says:
Rift makes her eyes widen. "Awww... Well aren't you the cutest dragonborn I've ever seen! How old is he? Can I give him some candy? Here you go, little guy."
Rift lets out an unconscious growl that doesn't seem to affect the strange girl. Cute?! How dare she?!

He pulls himself up to his tallest height (maybe just slightly on his toes). And then he sees the candy. It's his favorite. How did she know?

"I'm older than you, girl," he says with much gravitas. Then he takes the candy. "Thanks though." Chin held high, he eats it all, making certain to show off his teeth.
May 30, 2021 5:29 am
"well, I am glad you made it. The world has too few people willing to help others in it.
Of course! Standing to fight with you was the right thing to do, and I doubt we would have gotten far without as many or more casualties from the horde of gibberlings.
I was brought here by happenstance, fate or divine will depending on how you look at it. After my training to become a paladin I decided I needed to see the world before taking my oaths, the coin and the traveling led me to the caravan and here we are!
What about yourself?"

The temple demanded I prepare to take my oaths, but I had doubts as to which. They were the ones that didn’t stipulate when and where I should take them. They just couldn’t and wouldn’t understand my history or pain.
I wonder if that knife dagger blade is still stuck in my side? That is something I will have to ask the healers.
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May 30, 2021 2:51 pm
"there are some family friends here that I am to help on a journey. I’ve never met them but I’ve been told they’re good people I took the job to guard the caravan to help me travel over here. I grew up in an isolated village but have spent the last two years living with a dwarf named Tulfgar, he’s a great man and has taught me a lot about everything"
I was honestly a little surprised by the gibberlings...I thought they’d have more mouths
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May 30, 2021 6:45 pm
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"Stars...if I had my way, we'd probably be here for months! But that probably won't be the case."
Imoen nods excitedly at Stella, but then her face falls. "Well, I'm afraid the most anyone can stay here at a time is a tenday. So today being the 2nd of Mirtul, you all will need to leave on the 11th at the latest." She brightens up again. "But that's plenty of time to have some fun together!"
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"I'm older than you, girl," he says with much gravitas. Then he takes the candy. "Thanks though." Chin held high, he eats it all, making certain to show off his teeth.
"I... Oh, well in that case... I apologize for the little misunderstanding." Imoen covers her mouth, stifling a giggle. "I've got more candy, whenever you want it."

She lifts an arm high and waves for the group to follow her. "This way, Seekers! First stop is the House of Rest!" The girl practically skips across the flagstones to a three-story wooden building.

She throws open the front door. "Winthrop! We've got a new group of eight here!" She turns to the party. "Winthrop is my dad. Well, adopted dad. Erm, well he adopted me. And I love him like he was my dad. And he's the innkeeper!"

Imoen waves them all inside.
May 30, 2021 6:51 pm
A portly man, mostly bald but with a full beard, greets them heartily inside the House of Rest. "Greetings and hello! Name's Winthrop, and welcome to the House of Rest." His eyes flick over each of the companions, mentally confirming their number. "And how would you like to be situated? We can have up to four to a room!"
May 30, 2021 7:01 pm
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Runeson does not still have the knife blade in him.
"You've somewhere else to be, boy?"

Shar-Teel stands at the door, arms folded as she glares at Dieter. "Koveras isn't going to like hearing that. With so few guards, getting back to Beregost or wherever else will be riskier than usual." A bored sneer plays across her face, as though she finds the situation distasteful, but she's too apathetic to give it full emotion. "This is the kind of stupidity you get with male hirelings."
May 30, 2021 7:11 pm
Dieter turns completely unsurprised whilst tucking in his shirt "that was the deal after all. I’ll see how the situation pans out, my associates may be able to help you return to Beregost but of that I can make no promises as I am bound to go where they go. My thanks for returning to save us.
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May 30, 2021 7:57 pm
"Sleep is for mortals, if it's the same to everyone else, I think I'll go for a walk. Use what money you safe on my lodging and buy an extra round tonight. I'll see you all in the morning."


Pausing briefly to see if there are any objections, Ossein leaves.
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May 30, 2021 8:25 pm
Shar-Teel snorts. "I didn't return to save you. Koveras paid me extra to turn around."

The warrior woman shakes her head. "If you and your little friends want to work for Koveras, that's between you and him." She leaves.
May 30, 2021 8:28 pm
Dieter chuckles " I didn’t realize we were minding our own business, apologies."
May 30, 2021 8:43 pm
Nobody seems to object to Ossein leaving, though Keggruk gives him a meaningful stare as if to say, "Don't get into any trouble."

Ossein finds the day still young when he steps outside. There are perhaps a dozen other people walking about in the Court of Air, most of them Avowed. A small procession of Avowed make their way around the Court, reciting some cryptic words: "...the Lord of Murder shall perish, but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny. Chaos will be sown from their passage. So sayeth the wise Alaundo..."

There are a handful more buildings scattered about the edges of the courtyard, but without a guide Ossein will have to go investigate to see what they actually are. A fair number of people seem to be heading for some small towers across the way.
May 30, 2021 8:51 pm
Mumbling to himself to fit in, Ossein goes in search for entertainment. Something that could last for hours, hopefully most of the evening. A library, perhaps a solid sermon from some of the followers of Hoar, a roudy tavern, heck, he'd even settle for a grave digging. Letting Bert pick a random direction, they're off.
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Rolls

Investigation for fun times - (1d20+4)

(12) + 4 = 16

Random roll for DM's discretion, aka which direction Bert picked - (1d100)

(29) = 29

May 30, 2021 9:42 pm
A few moments later Koveras comes in holding two hefty coin purses, which he tosses to Runeson and Dieter. "As agreed, 26 gold each."

The half-orc merchant glances up and down the hallway, then lowers his voice. "Dieter. Did you happen to return to the wagon after the attack?"
May 30, 2021 9:53 pm
"My apologies I was not able to. I came straight here."
May 30, 2021 10:01 pm
Given free rein, Bert happens to wander towards the green door set along the west wall of the Court of Air. As he nears it, Ossein realizes that calling this thing a door is like calling this library-fortress a mere collection of books. It's 15 feet tall and made of a translucent dark green stone that glows with an inner light.
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A robed dragonborn stands vigil in front of the door, eyes following Bert as he shambles across the courtyard. "What do we have here?" The dragonborn's voice is low and dry, but obviously feminine. "Have you escaped from a guest necromancer?"
May 30, 2021 10:12 pm
The merchant nods without blinking. "I need to send you out to recover its contents. The wagon itself, if you can find some way to fix it. But if not, all of its contents." His gaze takes in Runeson as well. "The sooner, the better. Shar-Teel is needed for other tasks here, and I doubt that the archer, Jasan, is capable at this point. You may want to ask about Candlekeep and see if you can round up anyone else willing to accompany you. I trust your judgement in who you hire on my behalf."

He turns to leave, but then pauses in the doorway. "This cursed Iron Crisis is getting worse. I paid good money for that wagon, only to have the iron axle snap at a small amount of pressure. And that knife they took out of your side, Runeson, it shouldn't have broken. Anything with iron in it could fail us at any time. Be wary."
May 30, 2021 10:18 pm
Well that’s alarming. I will do as you ask but I must ask how much you are willing to pay"
May 30, 2021 10:21 pm
Koveras calls over his shoulder as he walks away. "The usual! 5 gold per day to whomever you need for the job."
May 30, 2021 10:34 pm
Having commanded Bert to clasp his hands behind his back as they walked, mostly to prevent them from wandering at anyone who got too close, they approach.

"Why, good evening young lady! My we're quite thankful to have met you on our way in. You look to be someone quite knowledgeable of this facility. Might we bother you with some questions? For instance, is this fine pinnacle of learning open to the public? As you no doubt surmised, we're currently predisposed to a rather wakeful state. Now, while I'm not one to complain, this does tend to leave us with a lot of time on our hands at night while our companions slumber. And what better way to cure that boredom than with knowledge, wouldn't you agree?
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May 30, 2021 11:22 pm
"want some more gold Runeson? Of course you do. I’m going down to the main area to see if I can find anybody" Dieter says as he heads out the door. First I need to get that letter back from where ever that mage sent it. Dieter heads down the stairs to go talk to the innkeep but stops when he sees the large group of teens "Um.. Hello! Are you all from Kuldahar? I was told a party would be coming through here."
May 31, 2021 12:35 am
"Ah, the undead monstrosity speaks!" The dragonborn leans forward with curiosity. "Or, at least, it seems to. Normally zombies have trouble exhaling enough to speak understandably. In addition to the myriad other issues, of course..." She shrugs. "I don't have any problem with an undead Seeker, but the rules apply to you the same as to anyone else:

Those who destroy knowledge, with ink,
fire, or sword, are themselves destroyed


And trust me, whatever you are, harm one of our texts, and we will find out what you are and destroy you ourselves."
She smiles a toothy grin. "Now, another rule is that you can't get through this particular door to the Inner Ward without written permission from the Keeper of Tomes, the First Reader, or one of the eight Great Readers.

However, you may go to the Pillars of Pedagogy."
The dragonborn gestures to a series of towers on the north side of the Court of Air. "There, you can request almost any book from our collection, and an Avowed adjutant will fetch it for you to study."
May 31, 2021 1:42 am
Imoen's eyes widen at Dieter's words. "Oh! I forgot, I'm supposed to give this to you!" She reaches into her satchel and pulls out a rune-covered scroll case. "I'll just read it to you all."

The girl clears her throat.

"Friends of my father,
my sincerest apologies that I could not be there to meet you personally as you begin your journey. My new artificery business, ‘Tulfgar’s Toys’, is taking all my time. However, I am sending along Dieter to meet you. He’s handy with any weapon, and we all know how dangerous the Western Heartlands can be. The boy is like a son to me. I hope he learns a lot from you! If you find the time, please come and visit my workshop in Beregost. It would do this dwarf’s heart good to hear more stories about his father.

May the gods be with you!
Tulfgar son of Tulfgyr.


Gee, he sounds like such a nice fellow! I wonder what toys he has to sell. I wish I could go see!"
Imoen looks wistfully at the letter, then tucks it back into the scroll tube and hands it to Dieter.
May 31, 2021 1:46 am
" MONSTROSITY?!?!? Well I never! I've been called a lot of things, but monstrosity takes the cake. I should speak to your supervisor and lodge an official complaint. Hopefully those at this Pillars place have better manner..."

Bert lets out a low moan.

"Wait, she meant you Bert? Oh, that makes so much more sense. I was quite put out there for a second, quite incensed even, and I do apologize for my outburst. Bert, however, is quite monstrous... Well, it is true Bert, no hard feelings ol' chap. Actually, since you seem so reasonable miss, I'll let you in on a little secret."

Bert pulls up the lower half of his oversized hood enough to expose the little mace clenched between Bert's teeth. The mace isn't much bigger than a child's rattle toy, it has studs sticking out are mini skull and crossbones, and a small pyramid shaped spike at the base of the handle.

"Like you said, Bert here can't speak really, well I can understand him, but we have a certain bond see. Now an interesting question would be how I can speak without any fleshy mouth parts, but Bert here who has those parts is incapable. Quite a waste if I do say so myself."

Bert lowers the hood back into place.
May 31, 2021 1:47 am
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"And how would you like to be situated? We can have up to four to a room!"
"Girls and boys, please," Aiwë smiles, her common now carrying a gentle elvish accent. "Do you have a performer staying here already?"
May 31, 2021 2:00 am
Winthrop nods agreeably. "Very well, very well! I have a pair of rooms on the second floor available, adjacent to each other. One for the four young ladies, one for rest!" He takes a handful of keys from the wall behind him and slides them across the counter. "Four keys to each room. Try to keep track of them though, the fine for replacing them is rather more steep than I'd prefer."
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Looks like Aiwe, Stella, Wirrow, and Kay in one room, with Sheemish, Rift, Dieter, and Keggruk in the other. Ossein doesn't need a room, and we'll figure out Runeson when he joins the party.
He perks up at Aiwe's question. "Why yes, we do have a few Avowed who rotate, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind taking a break. Do you play music? Juggle? Do card tricks?"
May 31, 2021 2:08 am
The dragonborn claps her scaled hands in delight at the sight of Ossein. "Of course! I might have known. There are several sentient items scattered about Candlekeep, but you are the first ever to arrive as a Seeker! I'm sure at least one of the Great Readers would be interested in interviewing you." She taps the side of her face with a claw. "Honestly, you've a better chance than most of gaining access to the Inner Ward. Perhaps the next time I see you, you'll have that writ of permission!"
May 31, 2021 2:21 am
Imoen allows the travelers to all get situated in their rooms. "When you're settled, feel free to come down and ask me some questions! I have tons of ideas of things to keep you busy while you're here!"
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At this point, the each character is allowed to do whatever they like! If you want to pick a buddy or three and go off with them to do anything, you may! Or if you want to go solo, that's allowed too.

As is easiest when the party splits up in a place like this, things will be a bit timey-wimey. That means we'll play loose with how much time has passed at any given moment, some activities might end up happening later than others, etc.

And just as an FYI, there is quite a bit to see and do, especially if your character is willing to spend some time reading and studying. And there are BENEFITS to doing these activities! You might pick up a new language or skill proficiency, possibly raise an ability score, learn an extra cantrip, or add new (NEW!) spells to your class list, etc. You never know what rewards you might get in Candlekeep!
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House of Rest
This three-story bunkhouse in the Court of Air provides seekers with a place to rest and store their gear. The rustic accommodations include both private rooms and common rooms. In addition to comfortable lodgings, the House of Rest offers guests peace and quiet. Noisy patrons are directed to the Hearth if they want to continue their revels.

The Hearth
From outside, the Hearth appears to be a modest tavern of sturdy construction, with warm light emanating from a pair of small windows on either side of the front door. Upon entering the establishment, visitors quickly realize that it’s three times more spacious on the inside.

Bath and Steam House
Avowed and seekers alike use this building as a place to relax. Spacious rooms in the building contain heated pools for respite while engaging in casual conversation or debates with others. Side chambers hold hot saunas and massage parlors.

House of the Binder
A seeker can request a copy of any book or scroll in the library, and the work of creating copies is performed by scribes in the House of the Binder. The entire text must be replicated, since the Avowed insist on maintaining the scholarly intent and integrity of the original author.

Pillars of Pedagogy
Seekers engage in quiet study and research within this austere cluster of closely huddled, flat-topped towers of varying heights. Each tower contains private rooms, available by reservation only, that feature permanent silence spells, allowing their occupants to read without disturbance.

Most research conducted by seekers happens in these towers. Seekers at the Pillars must rely on their Avowed guides to retrieve or return specific works from the Great Library to assist with their research. Most seekers never pass through the Emerald Door into the library proper.

Temple of Oghma
This modest stone temple is dedicated to the god of knowledge. Its bronze bell announces the beginning of services.

Erudite Outfitters & Clothiers
Seekers and members of the Avowed can buy new robes or have their well-worn clothes mended at this modest exchange.

Smithy and Stables
A gold dwarf named Khe’ril Hammerbind oversees the smithy, which adjoins the stables. The stables accommodate a wide range of mounts. Most of the stalls are designed for horses and ponies, but specialized stalls offer secure lodging and care for hippogriffs, griffons, and wyverns as well.
May 31, 2021 2:56 am
I nod in agreement to Dieters assumption of always wanting more gold. Perhaps I will talk with Dieter later about the possibility of joining this group he told me about. But first, I should go and find out more about this issue with the iron as well as the reason why the Gibberlings would be migrating.
I get up to slowly follow Dieter out of the room, using the my training as a paladin to overcome and ignore any pain that could be lingering. Once I leave, I go in search of someone to with access to any knowledge of the iron issue maybe I’ll check with the smith for this or why the gibberlings would be migrating. I also ask someone to let Dieter know of my plan to join him in retrieving the wagon or it’s contents, as well as informing him of where I can be found.
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May 31, 2021 3:50 am
"Oh splendid. Perhaps if given the chance I'll seek some of those fellow sentient items out. Ugh, I just hope they're not crazy eh Bert? Well, thank you for your kindness and directions, hopefully I'll be back here soon. Farewell young lady, and might I say you look rather fetching in that outfit of yours."

And with that Bert grunts, waves, and they head toward the Pillars.
May 31, 2021 4:15 am
Rift looks around as his fellow travelers spread out across the town. He's heard of many of these heroes, but he isn't exactly friends with any of them. Not yet anyway. By the time he has decided to attach himself to a group, they all seem to have disappeared.

He scratches the back of one scaly leg with his toe claws. They could go anywhere? Do anything? He glances around and immediately notices what looks to be a well-kept tavern.

His mother would HATE it if he went in there.

With a big smile, he walks through the front doors and is amazed by the sheer size. It's bigger on the inside? How is that even possible?
May 31, 2021 4:30 am
"My thanks, how do any of you feel about retrieving a caravan full of precious metals? Five gold a day and it’s real coins. if anyone is interested I’ll be over at the gate getting ready in two hours " Dieter offers trying to recruit some of the party to join him
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May 31, 2021 4:55 pm
With the many Avowed around Runeson easily finds a runner to bring his message to Dieter. A young lad nearly too small for his robes needs only a description of Dieter's fancy attire, and goes running off.

Walking to the smithy takes only a minute or so. Since it's attached to the stables, Runeson recognizes the two horses from the caravan as he passes. One of the horses appears badly injured, and so must be the one that helped save his life last night.

Khe'ril is at work sharpening a sword when Runeson arrives. "Blasted iron... This blade cannae hold its edge!" The dwarf looks up at the paladin and startles. "Well hello now! What can I be doin' for ye this fine day?"
May 31, 2021 5:05 pm
For the most part the Pillars of Pedagogy all seem similar to one another, so Ossein picks one at random and lets Bert wander inside. The accommodations within are quite comfortable, with quiet alcoves and cushioned reading chairs.

A young man approaches Bert, speaking quietly. "Well met, Seeker! I am Mesen." He wrinkles his nose. "I apologize, I'm not sure what that smell is. I'll have one of the custodians in here right away to clean up whatever it is. How can I be of assistance today? Is there a book or topic that interests you?"
May 31, 2021 7:17 pm
Rift sets foot into an uncannily large barroom. A large fire burns in the middle of the room, with tables clustered all about the rest of the space. Seekers and Avowed alike eat and drink, eagerly discussing the things they’ve learned at Candlekeep.

Then he sees the ogre.

The monster must be nine or ten feet tall when it’s standing, but even sitting down like it is makes it entirely too tall for comfort. It holds a book, tiny by comparison, in its thick fingers and appears to be reading with great interest.

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May 31, 2021 7:43 pm
"Jolly good evening and nice to meet you Mesen. Oh and there's no need to call the custodians until after we leave."

Bert sits down, pulls off the hood, pulls Ossein out if his mouth and sets him on the table.

"Ah, that's much better. I apologize, but I believe the smell is likely Bert here. It's a bit difficult to get around without legs or help when you're in my condition, if you catch my drift. I travel around this way so I don't scare the superstitious and little children. Since you're a man of learning, I'm sure you'll hold judgment until after you get to know me. Luckily, I don't have a sense of smell."

Bert moans.

"Well, I told you that so you didn't feel bad. Honestly, how would I know you smell like fresh fish?" I just assumed since we were just in the lake. Anyway, you can ignore him, he's still a bit sensitive because the last person we spoke to called him a monstrosity, but he'll soon be over it, Bert's a very forgiving lad. Oh right, books! Yes, I'm interested in the following topics, and keep the books coming until it's closing time. Hoar and his followers, ummmm, necromancy, sentient items, errrrr, magic I suppose, and uhhhhhh *whispers* .....romance novels. Anything from that list is great, please keep that last one to yourself, it's for Bert and he's a bit sensitive about it.
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May 31, 2021 7:59 pm
Was it bad that she didn't really have much to stash in her room? A pair of satchels beneath the bed--sustenance and personal effects respectively, both equally important to her--and that was it. No way was she leaving her weapons behind in such an unfamiliar place.

A pang of regret runs through her; at this rate, she could have brought her viol and it would have been fine. Though, this isn't the only place we'll be... so it's probably the right call in the long term.

Exiting the shared bedroom alongside her friends and Kay, Wirrow overhears the absurdly-dressed young man addressing the group.

Retrieving the contents of a lost caravan? That sounds like a quest! My first real adventure; that would be a great step towards proving I can be independent!
She glances over at Aiwe, the group's de facto leader in her eyes, looking for some kind of confirmation towards the idea of them joining.
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May 31, 2021 8:16 pm
"I'm in!" Aiwë turns to the others. "Do you want to come, girls? It will be a great chance to get to know each other better and I'm dying to see you in action!" She gently jostles Stella.

"There will be plenty of time to read after. I know I want to see their music library and I have to read Keggruk's book. This will help pay for copied excerpts."
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May 31, 2021 8:28 pm
Dieter stops by the stables on his way to the gate to requisition some horses. He talks to one of people outside

"good morning! I’m looking to rent some horses as well as a team of draft horses, or mules either is fine"
May 31, 2021 10:34 pm
Stella sits on her bed with her legs and skirt folded underneath her as she flips through pages, scratching notes, drawing diagrams, blocking out time slots and mumbling to herself.

"...But then that only leaves six hours for studying and copying star charts and geography...I suppose I could make my own later but..."
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"Do you want to come, girls? It will be a great chance to get to know each other better and I'm dying to see you in action!" She gently jostles Stella.
"Dying?!" Stella starts and looks up, eyes wide. "What? Oh, lost caravan...er...not sure..."

Why are lost caravans probably destroyed by bandits and monsters so common...? she bemoans. Over the last decade or so, the Ten Towns had significantly reduced attacks like that, but not so here, it seemed. Probably why Candlekeep had to be a fortress, and not just a library.

"I mean—there's so much I have to see!" She bounces on the bed slightly and turns her tome around, revealing a map of topics times and locations even an expert archeologist might have trouble deciphering.
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"There will be plenty of time to read after. I know I want to see their music library and I have to read Keggruk's book. This will help pay for copied excerpts."
She bites her lip and plops her tome back on the bed, resting her elbows on the bed and her chin on her fists. "I'm not sure there is enough time, but...copies..." She gasps, her sparkling eyes lighting up. "That's it!"

She stars flipping pages. "If I can find a way to quickly make copies myself, I could—"

She suddenly freezes on a set of pages. A few of the yellow specks in her eyes flash into to fiery red ones. She starts flipping pages and her eyes skitter across the pages, becoming increasingly horrified.

Throughout and atop the pages in this section of her tome were scribbles, blotches, and tiny handprints, littering the each sheet. One of them was signed Papa, probably her father attempting some heartfelt letter she did not want to read right now.

The rest...well, those were from little Glen—Papa probably left it on the table or something else idiotic when he decided to vandalize her things. At least Mama and Lily, it seemed, had enough sense to leave them alone...

Stella purses her lips and inhales deeply...and keeps inhaling...and holds it...

"Well. I can scream about that later."

She slams her tome shut and hops off the bed, then forces a smile.

"Searching for caravan wreckage sounds great!"
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May 31, 2021 10:49 pm
"Greetings, I am Runeson! (In dwarvish) would it be okay if we spoke in dwarvish? I need to keep practicing and I find it a wonderful language that I don’t often get to have a conversation in." I pause to hear his reply before responding in either dwarvish or common. (Depending on if he agrees to speak in dwarvish or common, I either thank him for humoring me, or respectfully switch to common) "I am seeking to understand more about this iron problem that seems to be afflicting us, and if there is anything that I can do to help the situation?"
I also ask him to look over my weapons and armor for any repairs or issues with the metal.
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Jun 1, 2021 2:18 am
Mesen's jaw drops as Ossein reveals his true nature. "What...? How...?" The young adjutant clears his throat and tries again. "Please excuse my rudeness, Seeker. I... I will fetch the books you requested." He hurries off, looking back over his shoulder several times.

He returns a half hour later with a stack of books. The shock is gone from his face, and in its place is fascination. Without taking his eyes off of Bert and Ossein, Mesen places books down on the table one by one.
[ +- ] A Treatise on the Poet of Justice
[ +- ] How to Necromance Like a Boss
[ +- ] A Weapon Most Vile
[ +- ] Still, My Beating Heart
"If any of these look interesting, I'm happy to fetch more books for you! Just let me know, Seeker."
Jun 1, 2021 3:57 am
The stable-worker Dieter addresses turns to regard him, tucking streams of dark hair behind elegant, pointed ears. The elven woman, like nearly all of the Avowed that Dieter has met this today, gives him a friendly smile. "Greetings, Seeker. I have a pair of good mules, Durnan and Mirt, that should fit your requirements. Treat them well, and they'll do the same for you. How many horses will you need?"
Jun 1, 2021 4:11 am
Khe'ril chuckles and replies in Dwarvish. "O' course, lad! Ye speak it well, an' it reminds me o' home."

His expression darkens at the mention of iron. "Well, lad... Those what be namin' things be callin' it the Iron Crisis. All I know is tha' all the iron in the region seems ta be rubbish. The new stuff, at least. Thank goodness the old be holdin' its own, or I'd be thinkin' I offended the Morndinsamman (Dwarven pantheon)." He rubs his beard. "Aye, we entreated tha' Iron Throne for premium ore, hopin' it do us better, but I heard their caravan was waylaid."

Khe'ril folds his thick arms across his chest and shakes his head. "To make matters worse, they say trade from North an' South be cut off by bandits. The land around Baldur's Gate hasn't seen a shipment o' iron from outside the region in months. I cannae say what the solution be. Perhaps a god or goddess has cursed this land."
Jun 1, 2021 4:53 am
Rift, intrigued by this place and the ogre, casually sits at an empty table where he can see the massive creature. He orders a grown-up drink (don't tell Mother) and discreetly sneaks peeks around the room. There is so much to see and hear, however his eyes keep going back to the hulking ogre and its too-small book.

Aren't ogres supposed to be stupid? He is sure that someone told him that. So why is the ogre here in Candlekeep? Why is it reading? Could ogres even read? What book could fascinate such a stupid monster?

As Rift mulls over these questions, he takes a sip of his drink. The liquid assaults his mouth in more ways than he knew was possible. He stops himself from gagging, but it's a close thing. What a terrible drink! He shudders and pushes the mug away.
Jun 1, 2021 5:08 am
Thank you for the information. The Iron Crisis turkey is a dark sign.
Thank you again for the conversation, one last question before I need to meet my companions... I have been hired to collect the caravan that was attacked, or at least it’s contents. From my recollection, it was the axle that snapped and woke up the horde of gibberlings. Do you have a spare axle that I could buy, or any advice on making a new one from wood?
Jun 1, 2021 6:12 am
As his companions disperse around him, Sheemish stands awkwardly trying to take it all in. It was all so much . . larger, and so different from back home. But what had his father said, something about the whole always being a sum of its parts just as metal was. Sheemish smiled, everything had with his father had somehow referred back to metal. So what made up this city? What alloys or parts made this place run. Though shocked at first at his surroundings, Sheemish's mind now begins to take it all in but there's just so much! His thoughts are interrupted as he hears a call for volunteers to bring back some sort of metal? Now that sounds like a good place to start.

Wrapping Ug's loincloth around his waist (multiple times with how big it was), the loincloth was more of long apron than anything else, sheemish eagerly volunteers for the salvage mission and as there is a bit of time between meeting at the gate he does the next best thing on his mind, and goes to visit the Smithy.

He enters just in time to hear the Smithy discussing the Iron Crisis. Poor quality metal?

Approaching the blacksmith and with the best dwarfish bow that a man of his height could impersonate, Sheemish politely joins the conversation, also in the dwarfish tongue. "Pardon me Master Smithy, but may I have a good look at that?" he asks gesturing to the blade the smithy was working on. With a trained blacksmith's eye Sheemish inspects the iron trying to discern its origins and cause for imperfections.

If Sheemish needs a persuasion check, he would show proof of his admittance into the blacksmith's guild, probably as an insignia on his satchel or or clothing?
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Rolls

History of poor quality iron - (1d20+5)

(16) + 5 = 21

Jun 1, 2021 4:56 pm
As Rift regards the ogre, he notices an interesting metal circlet around its forehead. Having encountered many magic items among his mother's hoard, the small dragonborn understands that this is a Headband of Intellect.
[ +- ] Headband of Intellect
How might a brute like this have acquired such an item? Did he kill the former owner and take it? Did someone sneak it onto him as a joke? Whatever the case, the ogre now seems quite passive. As Rift watches, some of the other patrons greet the monster while passing.

"How's the book, Little One?"

"Good to see you, Little One."

"Little One, you must try this book on the history of Halruaa!"

The ogre smiles a gap-toothed smile at each patron and murmurs thanks for the new book.
Jun 1, 2021 5:12 pm
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"Do you have a spare axle that I could buy, or any advice on making a new one from wood?"
"O' course, Seeker! An' for the friendliness ye've shown, ye can have this one for free." Khe'ril digs around in a nearby crate for a minute or so, finally appearing with an axle. "Best o' luck to ye, Seeker! Ye bring tha' iron back safe an' sound."
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"Pardon me Master Smithy, but may I have a good look at that?" he asks gesturing to the blade the smithy was working on. With a trained blacksmith's eye Sheemish inspects the iron trying to discern its origins and cause for imperfections.
Khe'ril beams at this newcomer. "Another Seeker who speaks me own tongue! Aye, but there be somethin' different about this one. Pardon me askin', lad, but ye got dwarf blood in ye?"

As Sheemish inspects the iron blade, he does see that, yes, the metal seems corroded somehow. He isn't sure how it came to be this way, but its obvious the weapon won't hold up in combat. If all iron in the region is like this, it's a serious problem.

Khe'ril nods gravely. "The ore come from Nashkel, to the south. They've a mine there tha' supplies us, Baldur's Gate, an' the towns round about. Technically it's a part o' Amn, though, an' nae Baldur's Gate. They don' have the best o' relations, those two, but we at Candlekeep stay out o' the politics."
Jun 1, 2021 8:00 pm
"Oh these are just splendid. Thank you so much for your assistance."

As soon as the books hit the table, Bert has found "Still, My Beating Heart", picked it up and appears to already be lost in the book.

"Ok Bert, I think I'd like to start on "A Weapon Most Vile", so if you don't mind picking up that one first...Oh, I see you've already chosen haven't you? Thank you for including me in this decision Bert...Bert...BERT!"


...."I can't, I just can't be with you Morloch" Brittany complained.
She was protesting, but he could tell by how her body was pressed up against his that she didn't mean it. She continued, "Bobby at the temple asked about you again. I'm worried he'll figure out the truth soon. I could never go back to being with him, not after he slept with my sister. And if I don't, I'm certain he'll get me kicked out of the Order, or worse, transferred."
"Don't worry about any of that darling. I've found the solution to everything.", Morloch contested. Pulling out a small box, he presented it to Brittany, opening it slowly.
"A ring!?", Brittany squealed. "You told me you didn't believe in marriage."
"I don't, this ring is more than a marriage proposal. This, this is my phylactery. It took some doing to make it into the shape of a ring, but I succeeded in becoming a lich like I've always wanted. And now you literally hold my heart in your hand, for eternity."
Stunned, Brittany's eyes lose focus, and her legs buckle. Quickly catching her from her faint, Morloch picks her up and gently places her in the bed. Her eyes flutter open when he places a gentle kiss on her lips.


"*sigh* I guess we'll take another book for Bert here, but please don't bring it by until after we've finished with the rest of these. Otherwise we'll never get anything done."
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Jun 2, 2021 12:30 am
With the beginnings of evening falling upon Candlekeep and the rest of her fellow adventurers off in the... downstairs area? Was it the building tied to this one--the Hearth or something? Wirrow couldn't actually remember where it was or what it was called, but her friends and their companions were there, eating and talking and maybe listening to Aiwe play one of her many instruments.

They probably won't notice I'm gone, Wirrow thinks as she crosses the courtyard, where shadows ever so slowly are beginning to lengthen. Though Stella might already be where I'm going; she seemed excited from the moment we got here.

The pale girl finally comes to a stop somewhere within the Pillars of Pretentiousness, which she would be mentally pretending was the name until something she sees or hears reminds her of the correct one. It seemed like the place for someone who'd had formal schooling; it certainly had sounded formal.

Looking for the nearest Avowed that doesn't seem otherwise occupied, Wirrow hesitantly approaches.

"Umm, excuse me... how does one take advantage of the knowledge found in the library?"
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Jun 2, 2021 1:49 am
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Looking for the nearest Avowed that doesn't seem otherwise occupied, Wirrow hesitantly approaches.

"Umm, excuse me... how does one take advantage of the knowledge found in the library?"
The Avowed nearly jumps at her quiet query. He shakes his head as if to clear it, then apologizes profusely. "Please excuse my distracted behavior, Seeker! I was just wondering about..." His eyes flick to a secluded reading alcove and the strange duo reading there. "Erm, right! Knowledge in the library. What is it that interests you? Philosophy? History? Magic? Monstrology? Just kidding, that isn't one. Well, I mean there are plenty of books on monsters." His eyes flick to the alcove again. "Monsters...?" he mutters to himself.

He shakes his head again and determinedly straightens up, focusing his attention on Wirrow. "Ah, I see you're an archer! Would you perhaps like to learn a little magic to go with your arrows? Anyway, I'm happy to find books on whatever topic you like. And, uh, the name's Mesen."
Jun 2, 2021 3:13 am
The way the young man emphasizes 'monstrology' puts Wirrow a bit on edge, though he had looked over at one of the alcoves... maybe avoid that one, just to be sure. "I, err... yes? Maybe? The archery magic." She almost bites the inside of her lip before catching herself. She was supposed to have broken that nervous habit a while ago, and she wasn't going to start again now.

"And monstrology, or something like that... do you have anything about," Wirrow's voice drops to an almost fearful half-whisper, "...vampires?"

She tries to put a bit more confidence in her voice. The slight tremble in her tone and clenched hands shows she isn't quite successful. "How it, you know... works, the kinds of magic they might be able to use, that sort of thing..."

A stench that she picks up in the air helps her to regain most of her composure, taking her focus elsewhere. Was it coming from the place the boy had looked at? "Oh, umm... and it's okay if some of them aren't in Common." There, she did it! That had to be everything he needed for this conversation, right?
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Jun 2, 2021 3:27 am
"Thank you Khe'ril, for the axle and for the conversation."
I then proceed to the stables to try and heal the injured horse that rescued me.
I take my time examining the horse and trying to heal it in a more conventional method before using my Lay on Hands.

Horse heals at least 1 hp?
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Rolls

Medicine - Horse - (1d20+3)

(8) + 3 = 11

Jun 2, 2021 4:21 am
Mesen nods respectfully. "Of course! I would be happy to fetch some books along those lines." He bows slightly. "If you'll excuse me, Seeker..."

The Avowed returns sometime later with several books.
[ +- ] How to Arch With the Best!
[ +- ] Predators of the Night
[ +- ] So You Wanna Be a Vampire?
[ +- ] The Maiden and the Ruffian Rogue
After dropping off the books and leaving, Mesen comes running back to Wirrow's table, his face beet-red. "I am SO sorry. That last book was meant for another Seeker... You know, he doesn't even sleep. So I can't either!" He rubs his eyes. "Anyway, I grabbed a random book in a random language for you. I'm afraid I don't know what it's about..."
[ +- ] "ͯ͋ͧ͒͐ͯ̔̋͏̸͎̫̬̝͎͔͙̝C̪̮̓͋ͥ͊͊̾͢U̬͓̮̠͉̰͋̓ͯ͜͡R̷͙͎̫͓͎̪͕̪̙ͮ̾ͩS̨̥̅̓͟E͔͖̫͕̤̯̪̫͍̔̽͒̽̎̀̈́̄̿͡ ̧̳̬̗͖͎̱̰̀̑ͪͨͨ̆̿͡Y̡̻̱͕̖̆͂͐̍̅̐ͅO̡̙̤̗͉̟̿̃U̠̩̰͕̼̺̙͈͋͐͐ͮ̉̀͝!̧̗̼̘͖͔̳̝ͤͭ̒ͬ̍̋̔͢"̸̖̭̯̘͎̭͖ͨͦ͛̓̕ͅ
Jun 2, 2021 5:15 am
You guess correctly sir" Sheemish replies to the blacksmith as he inspects the blade, "My mother was a dwarf, finest smith in the land, or so I was told. I do not have many memories of her sadly, but my father taught me as best he could in her arts and it has become my own passion now. It is one of the reasons I am traveling. My apprenticeship under my father has taught me well, but there is so much more I want to learn, especially in regards to constructing magical items." Sheemish trails off as he realizes he is rambling. He hands the broken blade back to the smithy, "What would you recommend as the next step for an aspiring artificer? A piece of your knowledge of the craft is something I would humbly and truly honor."
Jun 2, 2021 6:48 pm
Runeson looks over the big horse's many injuries as it lies in its stall. Any weaker horse surely would have been killed from such punishment. It seems that this one, though, may have the will to live on if given the chance. The paladin isn't so familiar with horse anatomy as to know where to start with treating its wounds, but a touch of his hand and a bit of divine healing do a little to help everywhere.

As the healing takes hold, the horse stands up suddenly.

"Ah, I see you have taken a liking to this horse." The voice comes from an elven stablehand nearby. "He is strong and brave. Or, he will be again." She laughs lightly as the horse nuzzles Runeson's shoulder. "And it seems he has taken a liking to you as well!"

She reaches into a pouch and pulls out a red apple. "Give this to him; he deserves a treat."
Jun 2, 2021 6:58 pm
The dwarven blacksmith shrugs his round shoulders. "I am no artificer, lad. I work with me own hands, an' never with magic. Never had the spark." He thinks for a long moment before he goes on. "But I know that any master o' his craft must always remember the basics. Never take 'em for granted, practice often. An' as any artist knows, sometimes ye got to break some rules. Jus' because somethin's been done a certain way for centuries, don't mean another way can't work."

Khe'ril picks another blade out of the barrel and begins to sharpen. "An' askin' questions like ye do is a great way to start! Find someone what knows more about artifice than yerself and keep them questions comin'."
Jun 2, 2021 10:07 pm
Little One? Rift's mother had called him Little One before.

He didn't like it.

Why would this beast enjoyed being degraded in such a way? So many mysteries surrounded the creature. He seemed friendly enough. Should Rift speak with him and ask about his Headband of Intellect? He takes another sip of his drink and gags. He's seen scarier things than an ogre. His mother is a dragon, for crying out loud!

Taking a deep breath, he walks up to the ogre's table, nasty drink in hand. "Hello, good sir. I am new here and I am curious why you are called Little One." He gestures to himself. "The name has been used on me, but we bear very little resemblance."
Jun 3, 2021 2:27 am
The ogre carefully marks his spot in the book (which Rift can now see bears the title Storm King's Thunder) before letting his gaze fall on Rift. "Hullo there, my friend." His voice is thick and heavy, but also cheerful and somewhat endearing. "You are not the first Seeker to ask, but I don't mind telling the story again. I hope that people can learn from my experiences and not make the same mistakes I did."

Little One pauses to breathe before beginning his story, and the sound of so much air being inhaled and exhaled by this large creature is almost like listening to a bear snore.

"You see, before I donned this magic item I was dumb. Dumb enough to think that because I was bigger and stronger than most that I was better than them. In my base state I objectified them, treated them like nothing, and... took what I wanted from them." His great hand swipes at the air to emphasize his point. "And one day the smallest person I had ever seen crossed my path. A halfling. I killed him without a second thought." Little One's shoulders slump in genuine sadness.

He sighs in remorse before continuing with his story. "On the little one's corpse I found this shiny circlet. As I picked it up, it changed size to fit my own head. I put it on, and then..." The ogre blinks and looks up at the ceiling. "With an improved ability to reason and ponder, I felt compelled to appreciate the error of my ways and seek out a better life. I adopted the name Little One, to honor the halfling whose life I cut short.

"After that I traveled for a while, but quickly learned that I was not welcome in polite society. Not that I blame them! And so I made my way here to Candlekeep in pursuit of knowledge, to become the best self that I can. Thankfully the Avowed have let me stay for as long as I like. This is my home now."

Little One nods contentedly as he finishes the story. "But what about you, friend? What is your name? What knowledge do you seek from this enlightened place?"
Jun 3, 2021 4:49 am
Wirrow relinquishes The Maiden and the Ruffian Rogue gladly. "Thanks," she murmurs, perusing the titles of the books Mesen had brought her and reading some of their titles aloud to herself. "'How to Arch with the Best'? Even I know that's wrong... 'So You Wan-'" sigh... "-Not particularly at the moment, with a name like that..."

"'T̶̘̺͐h̵̞̕’̵̲̻͌͠a̷͓̿k̶̹̥̍͊k̵̟̏͑t̷͍̊͘ ̷̜͝Ȕ̴͕͎e̶̝̚s̵̥͋͝h̷̝̝̑̈t̶̛̗͠r̵̨̭͊'?" A twinge of a headache pokes at Mesen's conscious as the alien sounds come out of Wirrow's mouth, and his vision blurs slightly before snapping back to normal. Wirrow appears either not to notice, or entirely unaffected. "Well, a little blunt and rude, but I guess you probably can't call it inaccurate."

Wirrow sets all the books out in front of her in an arrangement that seems convenient, and begins looking through them one by one, page by page, starting first with the vampire book with the title that made her cringe the least.

Every so often she changes between them, if they get boring or unbearable in... other ways. For the most part though, her chosen alcove is silence interrupted only by page turns and occasional muttering.
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Jun 4, 2021 12:36 am
Messen departs without another glance from the pair engrossed in the romance novel. Bert gets to a particularly funny part in the book and lets out a rather loud groan. Ossein chuckles as he happens to catch Messen startle and hurry away faster. Each time Messen returns with more books, Ossein just continues to request more and more, letting him take away the ones finished. Finally Messen stumbles in looking more like a zombie than Bert and asks if they're finally done as it's nearing dawn. Happy to have passed a night in the excellent company of books, and learn a new piece of magic, they head back to the Inn.
Jun 4, 2021 1:38 am
Kay explores the town and its many magnificent fixtures, she then sits down and writes a letter to her parents of Dok, the portal and all the other wonders that have happened so far. As she’s walking to the post office she stops.
No, I’ve barely done anything! I cant send this to them! I’ll need to actually have done somthing... important? of note? not yet though. I want to make them proud.
Kay puts the letter carefully in an inner pocket of her bag and heads back to the library to see if she could find any books on inner magic.
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Jun 4, 2021 3:00 am
As Kay approaches the Pillars of Pedagogy to request some books, a flustered woman almost bowls her over. "Oh! I am so sorry! Normally I look where I'm going, but..." Then the woman suddenly bursts into tears. "Oh, what am I to do? I've lost it, I lost the book. The Avowed are going kill me! Or lock me up! Or..." She shudders, then wipes her eyes. "F-forgive me for nearly trampling you. I... I need to keep looking..." She begins to wander off, sniffling.
OOC:
You can try to talk to this lady, or continue on to the study area. Up to you!
Jun 4, 2021 3:08 am
Reading all through the night, book after book, Ossein discovers several more rare necromancy spells in an old tome.
[ +- ] Dark Arts For Dank Smarts
When he and Bert make their way back to the inn, Ossein finds Imoen there chatting with Winthrop. She beams as Bert enters the room. "Oh, just the Seeker I wanted to see! I'm afraid I can't be a very good guide if we're not properly acquainted, so tell me more about yourself!"

She gestures towards a seat in the common room.
Jun 4, 2021 4:18 am
Rift stares at the ogre.

What a horrible story! The creature seems even bigger now, the name Little One almost more of a mockery than a tribute. But of course Rift can't say that. He might get squashed.

Instead he clears his throat. "I am Tilrifturrin and I want adventure more than knowledge. I've already been to school and all that. I want to be where the action is!" He sits up tall and takes another sip of the vile grownup drink. His stomach tries to rebel, but he keeps his face stoic.
Jun 4, 2021 5:20 am
If questions, answers, and practice from seasoned teachers is the best way to go, can I do so now?" Sheemish asks, gesturing to the blacksmiths tools? Picking up the same blade the Smithy had discarded, Sheemish tries his own hand at sharpening the weapon.


What type of check would this be to do? I picked strength, but didn't know if there was a better one. Also, wondering if as a member of the guild, having his own tools, and with solid background in it, if maybe he has some type of advantage or something along those lines. Lastly, if he reaches into a pocket on Ug's loincloth, is there a roll he needs to make to see what surprises might be in there? : )
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Rolls

Blacksmith check (strength?) - (1d20+2)

(11) + 2 = 13

Jun 4, 2021 6:38 am
I take the apple from the elven stablehand and say, "Thank you, he really does deserve a treat, some rest, and healing after everything he has done and gone through."
I feed the horse the apple while gently brushing the horse's nose with my hand.
"I owe this horse my life. I was about to succumb to my wounds when he, along with its rider, came back and saved me after the caravan we were a part of was overrun by gibberlings.
Speaking of the caravan, I must go and meet my companions to retrieve the abandoned wagon and its contents. Thank you again, and I will return and give this brave horse more healing."
Jun 4, 2021 2:38 pm
Kay quickly follows after the distraught seeker and catches her by the arm and turning the woman to face her. Talking in a calm voice Kay addresses the women
"Hey hey hey, No body is going to hurt you. What have you lost? I can help you look for it, I was actually just looking for something to do."
Kay smiles gently up at the woman and nods reassuringly
Jun 4, 2021 7:58 pm
"‘School and all that’?" Little One chuckles, which ends up shaking the table more than a bit. "No doubt, friend! Well, if history is any teacher, you need only step out your front door to find adventure. There’s always something that needs fixing. Take this Iron Crisis, for instance. Nobody knows what’s causing it. Surely there’s an adventure to be had in figuring that out." He looks down at the book in his large hands. "Just like in this story. There was a mystery, and a group of adventurers got together to solve it. Who knows? Find yourself some trustworthy friends, and maybe they’ll write some stories about you someday, too!"

He raises his own mug, which is actually a pitcher. "To adventure and friendship! May they ever bring me new stories to read."
Jun 4, 2021 8:21 pm
OOC:
For you, I’d actually use Intelligence rather than Strength, though that might not be the case for every character. So +3 instead of +2. And since you’re proficient with the tools, you also get to add your proficiency bonus, which is +2, bringing your roll up to 16! Which is not bad at all for trying to sharpen a sword. Unfortunately, this sword is a piece of crap.
Khe’ril gives an affirming nod to Sheemish’s request to use the tools. The young artificer’s technique is perfect as he holds the blade to the whirling grindstone. In spite of his obvious skill, the sword’s edge flecks and breaks unevenly, leaving blemishes and imperfections all along its length.

Khe’ril folds his arms and lets loose a favorite Dwarven curse. "Bah! I telled ye it was bad iron. Once its true nature be shown, there be no fixin’ it." He sighs and leans against a wooden support beam. "But for sure, ye’ve got the talent, lad. Ye deserve tha’ guild emblem."
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As for the loincloth, roll a d100!
Jun 4, 2021 8:28 pm
The woman's eyes widen. "Y-you would help me? Azuth bless you!" She closes her eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. "My name is Phlydia. I borrowed a book during my stay - The History of Halruaa. But I'm afraid I misplaced it somewhere. It's gone, and I was responsible for it! If I don't find it before my time here is up, I don't know what the Avowed will do to me. They're so protective of their writings. And for good reason! I was a fool to lose track of it..."
Jun 4, 2021 11:15 pm
Though still exhausted from the caravan recovery endeavor, nothing would stop Stella from diving into the vast pool of knowledge contained in Candlekeep.

Tome in hand, she heads to the Pillars of Pedagogy. Many sections her tome have parchment bookmarks folded in them—indicators of which pages were vandalized and to be avoided for now.

"Oh, hi!" Happening to pass by Kay, Stella stops and smiles. "Kay, right?" She notices the looks on the girl's and Phlydia's faces and cringes slightly, biting her lip. "Oh, sorry...Is...everything alright?"
Jun 5, 2021 1:39 am
Kay smiles warmly Of course, Im Kay! I hope we can find it! I guess now we need to start with where you haven’t looked… and maybe you can tell me where you last saw it? oh and hey Stella! what have you been up to?
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Jun 5, 2021 2:51 am
"Still good practice though" Sheemish says with a smile. "I do thank you for the opportunity! And if any more opportunities arrive please let me know. It would be an honor to assist in any way if I can." With one more low bow, Sheemish exits the smithy.

Now where too next?

Always drawn to how things work, Sheemish found himself glancing around at the buildings around him. Every piece of machinery had an engine, this city and these people would be no different. The obvious engine of the city was it’s knowledge, and their books powered that knowledge. But where did the books come from? Who decided what information was available to be read? We’re there any texts not allowed? And if there was any new or crucial knowledge being shared now, who would see it first? cNow that would be interesting learn.

Out of pure curiosity, the blacksmith heads to the House of Binding.
Jun 5, 2021 3:04 am
"Oh, two beautiful young women to help me!" Phlydia smiles shakily. "Truly, I am most fortunate. You see, erm... Stella, is it? I borrowed a copy of The History of Halruaa from the Great Library, and I've misplaced it! I've looked through each of the Pillars of Pedagogy that I visited in the last day or so, but I haven't seen any sign of it... And it's not in my rented room at the House of Rest either."

She taps her chin. "I went to the bathhouse yesterday, but I haven't gone back to look yet. And the clothiers... But why would I have brought a book to either of those places?"
Jun 5, 2021 3:19 am
Either way, They’re places to check! I can go to the clothier if Stella you would
like to check in the washroom?
Kay says trying to be strong and positive to her new friend Its not as though it grew legs and walked of… unless books here can do that she says woth her words trailing off but the refocuses and we could meet back here in a few hours to discuss any findings!
Jun 5, 2021 4:00 am
Some of the first things Sheemish notices upon entering the House of Binding are the smells. Leather, paper, glue, ink. Candlekeep collects knowledge of all sorts, but so much of that knowledge passes through here, to be processed, copied, bound.

There are many Avowed at work here, rushing about with sheaves of paper and similar supplies. There are several versions of what Sheemish would recognize - though he's never seen one - as a printing printing press. There are several magic-using Avowed casting spells to copy the words of one page and transfer them to another, but with the printing presses even those Avowed without magical talent can help with the work.

Tethtoril, the First Reader, stands with his arms folded into his robes, watching the proceedings with great interest. When he notices Sheemish, he smiles and approaches. "May Oghma's blessing be upon you, Seeker." He gestures to the hive of activity. "Isn't it something? Every page copied is knowledge preserved and fit to be shared. Personally, I'm waiting for the first copy of Keggruk's book! And I know for a fact that there are at least a handful of other people waiting for their own copies as well." The Avowed high priest cocks his head. "It's been 20 years now since the One-Eyed God was struck down, and it is so exciting to see the changes that orc-kind have undergone. Reading the words of one who was so close to it all when it happened is... beyond price."

Tethtoril puts a hand on Sheemish's shoulder. "But enough of my ramblings. What brings you here today, Seeker? For what knowledge do you search?"
Jun 5, 2021 4:24 am
Sheemish’s mouth hangs open for a moment at the printing press, now that was an awesome use of mechanics!

"This!" He blurts our gesturing at the press. He then tries to compose himself, " I mean, I am searching for books similar what you have built here," he says in awe, "machines are incredible, and the amount of good they can provide is without limits!"


"I wish to learn more about how mechanics works and how it and magic can coincide. I am a blacksmith by trade, but my growth as an artificer I feel has just begun.

i am also curious, as per my nature, to know what is most recently being printed. You mentioned the anticipation of koruugs new book, but what else is of peak interest now? What is at the forefront that your disciples seek to transcribe first? And lastly, is there anything recent on the history of mining in the area, I have told the Master Smithy I would like to aid in the crisis here if I can"

sheemish hangs is head humbly, though his fingers Twiddle in anticipation, "I am sorry, I know that is much to ask."

he shoves a hand unto a pocket to hide hide is fidgeting, not noticing it was a pocket in Ugs loincloth. His hand brushed against something strange. Now what was that?
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Rolls

Ugs surprise - (1d100)

(25) = 25

Jun 5, 2021 4:32 am
"Oh, help? Er..." Clutching her tome to her chest, she glances anxiously towards the Pillars of Pedagogy.

A few hours?! Kay's helping her...right? There's just so much to do, and...

You're an archer, whether you like it or not, her great grandfather's words echoed in her mind. And a descendent of Ilmatari. We watch over others and suffer that others might not.

She didn't like half the words...and she didn't serve the god her father, grandmother, and great grandmother did...but they kept coming back to her. The Readers had warned of punishment for losing or destroying any knowledge, and she would want help if she lost a book, right?

"Alright..." She puts on a smile, and chuckles to Kay. "I hope the books here don't have legs! But I wouldn't be surprised...See you soon."

She turns to Phlydia, opening her tome to take notes. "So...did you know or talk to anyone at the bathhouse? When did you arrive and leave? Which sections were you in...?"

After gathering as many details as possible, she heads to the Bath and Steam House.
OOC:
You don't actually have to give me any answers to those questions, unless they'd actually be significant; she'll probably search the whole place and ask everyone there either way.
Maybe she could even take a moment to relax...She had never been to a bath and steam house before!

She quickly shakes herself of the idea. Waste of time and coin, she tells herself.
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Jun 5, 2021 5:20 am
"Oh? You want to get to know me a bit better do you? That's rather forward isn't it? You haven't even begun the courting process yet. Where are your manners young lady?"

A squelching noise interrupts Ossein's rant.

"Oh, you must have meant Bert. I'll happily tell you all about him. Sorry for that bit at the beginning, Bert here has been making us read far yoo many dramatic novels and it seems my assumptions are a bit skewed. Now, where were we, ah yes, Bert was a fisherman by trade, his brother too. Unfortunately they didn't leave any family behind, they're both dead now you see. His brother died quite a few years back."

Bert sits down as Ossein continues, letting out a most peculiar noise, that most certainly did not come from his mouth.

"Yes, Bert, I'm getting to that part. One day when Bert here and his brother were out fishing and drinking the most peculiar thing happened, a siren got caught in their nets. Now this was quite strange given the fact that they were in the ten towns and not anywhere near the ocean. However, given their nature, they both quickly succumbed to her charms. They fought and Bert here was knocked unconscious. When he came to back at his house, his brother refused to speak to him about what happened. No matter what Bert did or said his sibling wouldn't say a word about it and soon it was forgotten."

"No Bert, I don't think you'll ever find out. But, I still think that it wasn't a siren. It makes no sense. Right, right, but you were drunk. It was probably another fisherman playing a prank on you two, and your brother didn't want to admit something embarrassing. Like what? Oh I don't know, he was drunk, someone like Joseph climbed aboard your boat pretending to be a girl, you assumed he was a siren, got knocked out, your brother kissed Joseph, and then sobered up really quick when his beautiful siren screamed like a man and swam away. Yes, of course that's like a million times more likely than two drunk fisherman surviving an encounter with a vagabond siren."

"What about you? Tell Bert and I something like what's your favorite genre of books?"

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Jun 5, 2021 3:13 pm
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"I wish to learn more about how mechanics works and how it and magic can coincide. I am a blacksmith by trade, but my growth as an artificer I feel has just begun."
Tethtoril chuckles. "You sound like a Gondsman! You know, it was his adherents who helped to build many of Candlekeep's defenses. Not to mention our system of running water! When you and your friends make your way to Baldur's Gate, you simply must stop at the Hall of Wonders to see the inventions they have there on display. Steamhorses, a flying contraption... innovations of all sorts!"
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"What else is of peak interest now? What is at the forefront that your disciples seek to transcribe first?"
The First Reader nods enthusiastically. "We try to make at least one copy of every piece of writing we have. And since the collection is so extensive, we're actually backlogged a fair amount. So we're always working on that."

He points to where several Avowed are working carefully with Keggruk's book. "We also do commissions. I'll admit it's fairly expensive, particularly for larger tomes or works needing translation, but such funds are necessary to keep the library running. Some of the more common topics are genealogies and religious texts, but every so often we have patrons looking for martial arts manuals, maps of different time periods, spellbooks... I'm certain that every topic has been requested here at some point."

He shrugs. "Candlekeep as a whole does not study any one thing in particular. Each of the Great Readers among the Avowed has their area of expertise, which they research and often teach classes about."

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"And lastly, is there anything recent on the history of mining in the area, I have told the Master Smithy I would like to aid in the crisis here if I can."
"I'm sure you could look up recent histories of Baldur's Gate and Amn. Iron has always been an important resource in this region, as well as a source of conflict between those two entities." He leans forward conspiratorially. "We do our best to stay out of politics here at Candlekeep, but one of the Great Readers, Fheminor Scrivenbark, has a keen interest in economy, politics, and commerce. If you want a shortcut to your answers, I recommend you try and gain an audience with him, rather than requesting books at the Pillars of Pedagogy."
Jun 5, 2021 4:57 pm
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She turns to Phlydia, opening her tome to take notes. "So...did you know or talk to anyone at the bathhouse? When did you arrive and leave? Which sections were you in...?"
"Well there’s the owner of the bathhouse, Drosh. He’s such a dear, always very accommodating…" Phlydia gives the names of several more there. "I spent most of my time in one of the heated pools. But I suppose there’s also the changing room I used…" She provides a handful of details.
Jun 5, 2021 5:06 pm
The Bath and Steam House is run by a polite, lizard-like fellow by the name of Droshroaqi. "But please, Seeker, call me Drosh. It is much easier on tongues not-Calishite." He absently pours some lotion from an ornate flask at his belt and rubs it on his scaly hands. "And now, what can I do for you today? A steam pool? Sauna? Deep massage? All at affordable prices, of course!"
Jun 5, 2021 5:31 pm
Imoen watches Bert with wide eyes and listens intently to everything Ossein says. In the end, however, she can't help but giggle at the absurd story. "What an odd pair you are! I'd heard from the other Avowed, of course, but it is so much better to experience it myself!"

She peeks under Bert's hood. "You know, I think nobody really minds you being here, but we should probably do something about that smell... I know!" The girl excitedly jumps to her feet. "I think Bert needs a spa day! Some oils and perfumes should help cover it, and while that's happening we can wash... erm... his clothes? Your clothes?" She thinks for a moment. "The clothes!"

In spite of her excitement, her voice lowers to a whisper. "And then maybe we can see about you meeting some of the other brain-sticks in the Inner Ward!"

She leans back. "Oh, and by the way, I love romance and adventure novels. The other stuff is all too stuffy to read. Though I did get my hands on a spellbook once, and boy was that fun!"
Jun 5, 2021 7:00 pm
Aiwë slips in behind Sheemish at the House of the Binder. She waits patiently to be helped, at first, but when she notices the Avowed with Keggruk's book she darts toward them with excitement.

"Ah! Aha! Ah... ahem," Aiwë clears her throat and lowers her voice to something more appropriate for the setting.

"Hello, I'm Shelur," she begins more politely, her common touched by a generous, but easily intelligible, orcish accent. "I'd like to buy a copy of this book."
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Jun 5, 2021 8:06 pm
One of the Avowed turns to regard Aiwe. His graying beard and hair, combined with his slender pointed ears, mark him as an aged half-elf. Half-moon spectacles frame intense brown eyes. It is Teles Avhoste, one of the Great Readers. "I am afraid, Seeker, that you will have to wait in line. There are many others who also want this book, and I have had to tell them the same."

He nods his head toward the far wall, directing Aiwe’s gaze to where a man leans against a pillar. Even at a distance she can make out the tell-tale signs of orcish heritage: the burly frame, the hint of tusks, the ears that are pointed yet somehow not graceful like an elf’s. He doesn’t appear particularly pleased or patient.

"Not even nobility or prestige are allowed to cut the line. I am afraid I cannot make an exception for you either." He checks a clipboard. "But if you can wait, I may be able to have a copy sent to you in a tenday or two at the earliest."
Jun 5, 2021 8:47 pm
Aiwë grins at the orcish man before turning back to the Avowed.

"I completely understand, Great Reader. Nobility and prestige should have no influence on access to knowledge. However, I believe heritage should." Aiwë presses her hands together supplicatingly.

"As a scholar, I'm sure you understand the importance a knowledge of history holds for a people and their growth, and not only the knowledge of it, but it's availability in written form. Sir Chief Keggruk is an amazing, incredible, legendary man---seriously I even wrote a song about him---but he is not a scholar, and he gave Candlekeep the only copy of his works."

Aiwë's pleading hands now wring together in anxiety. "I leave much earlier than a pair of tendays, and if I don't bring a copy home, the tribe may never have one. Surely this is tragedy in Oghma's eyes."

Rolls

Pretty pleaaaaase? (Persuasion) - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Jun 5, 2021 8:52 pm
Kay hurries off to the clothier and enter the store which greets her arrival with a pleasant chime and seeks out the owner or any other staff that would be present
Jun 5, 2021 10:26 pm
Teles hears Aiwë out, face expressionless. When she finishes, he nods reasonably. "I hear you. A culture should not be without its only written history. But Sir Keggruk has already ordered a handful of copies to be made. He will be the first to receive them, aside from First Reader Tethtoril. If you need a copy so soon, I suggest you ask him what he plans to do with them."

He glances back at the working Avowed, an indication that he wants this conversation to be over. "If there is nothing else, Seeker?"
Jun 5, 2021 11:49 pm
Aiwë blinks. Oh.

She feels sheepish that when Keggruk said there were no copies at home that she had assumed there would be no copies at home. He hadn't said anything to suggest there would be, but Aiwë knows him well enough that she should have known to ask a follow-up question.

"That's all for now. Thank you ever so much for your time, Great Reader."

Leaving the Avowed to their work, Aiwë approaches the orc-blooded man.

"Hail," she says in orcish, thumping her chest over her heart with one hand. A clear greeting, even if he doesn't speak the language. In common she continues, "The Reader said you want a copy of my uncle's book? I'm a bit put out. I'm pretty sure I'm the last to hear about it."
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Jun 6, 2021 12:01 am
A door chime is a simple enough concept. One hangs a small bell by the door so that when the door opens, the bell rings, thus alerting the shop or household that someone has entered.

This door chime, though it has the same end result, achieves its purpose in a different way.

When Kay opens the door to Erudite Outfitters & Clothiers, she first hears a slight rattling sound from above, as the top of the door knocks a ball bearing down a small track that goes along the wall. Every so often the track ends, dropping the ball to yet another track lower on the wall. On the ball goes, rolling and tumbling, until a chute drops it onto a small table where rests a contraption that looks somewhat like a bird, but not one Kay has seen before. The ball rolls up onto the mechanical bird's feet and clicks as something is locked into place. The bird cocks its head and begins to... bray like a donkey.

"Ah, 'ello, Seeker!" A long-haired man dressed in fine clothes and sporting a stylish goatee steps behind the counter from a back room. "'Ave you come try out the latest in fashion? Or perhaps to set your own trend? Or to find your best self? With the 'elp of Feldmar Bisset III, I promise that we can unlock the inner you." He waves with one hand to indicate all of Kay.

"Or..." He sees something in Kay's eyes that says she may not be here for a new outfit. "...would you like to see my worms?" He waggles his eyebrows in excitement.
Jun 6, 2021 12:29 am
The half-orc doesn’t return the orcish gesture, but he does abandon his slouch and stand straight up - a trained military response. Not the sort of discipline one learns in an orc tribe. What’s more, he dresses like a noble, in a fine coat and trousers.

"Your uncle, you say?" When he speaks there is no hint of an orcish accent. "You don’t look like the kin of an orog." As if to emphasize his point, he glances down at the top of her head, marking her height. It seems less like a taunt and more like a statement of fact. "I have only heard of the book myself recently, when some of the Avowed were discussing it. But if the wait is so long, I might as well be about my father’s business. Good day, miss."

He makes his way to the door and out into the Court of Air.
Jun 6, 2021 1:18 am
"Well he's my mother's uncle," Aiwë explains, ignoring his farewell and following him into the courtyard. "And she's half-blooded, making me only a quarter. It's been enough for me to keep up with my cohort though." She flashes him a grin.

"Your father's business... like that business with the ore cart? Got any more jobs like that one, or similar? Also, I didn't catch your name? I'm Shelur Blacksheaf of the Cagebreakers."
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Jun 6, 2021 2:13 am
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"It's been enough for me to keep up with my cohort though." She flashes him a grin.
"Yes," Koveras mutters. "'Keeping up' does seem to be one of your talents."
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"Also, I didn't catch your name? I'm Shelur Blacksheaf of the Cagebreakers."
After a few minutes of putting up with her following along, Koveras stops and turns to face her. "I am Koveras Anchev, adopted son of Rieltar Anchev, who is the leading official of the Iron Throne in the region." The way he sardonically emphasized 'adopted' shows he isn't entirely happy with that fact. "And yes, there will probably be more jobs. I kind of lost most of my guards recently."
Jun 6, 2021 2:23 am
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And now, what can I do for you today? A steam pool? Sauna? Deep massage? All at affordable prices, of course!"
Stella closes her eyes for a moment, some of the stars in them now a cool green. She could already feel the hot steam, lightly hugging the air...and it was so...soothing...

Waste of time and coin... she reminds herself, opening her eyes again, the stars returning to yellow. She might have to pay to get in and search in the first place...Perhaps the woman who lost her book would be able to reimburse her.

"Pleasure to meet you Drosh! I'm Stella," she replies with a polite curtsy. "I'm helping someone find a book...History of Halruaa." Opening her tome, she describes the woman and details when she was here. It would be silly to bring a book in here, of course, but," she shrugs and gives a grimacing smile, "she's checked everywhere else. Have you seen it? If not, could I look around for it?"
OOC:
Investigation check for trying to deduce where it might be, if she did leave it here. If a check would be relevant.
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Rolls

Investigation - (1d20+4)

(8) + 4 = 12

Jun 6, 2021 3:06 am
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"Yes," Koveras mutters. "'Keeping up' does seem to be one of your talents."
Aiwë smiles. "I have many." His jab wasn't worth further acknowledgement.

She gives her best elven bow at his introduction. "Ah! Fellow nobility." She rises with a grimace. "Except you're adopted, and the chieftainship isn't technically hereditary. In any case, it's nice to meet you Koveras. I hope we can do a lot more business in the near future."

Adopting his same military straightness--well-drilled by her mother--Aiwë makes one last stab at conversation. "What were you hoping to learn from my uncle's book? I know all the stories from the mouths of those that lived them. Or would you like me to introduce you? Despite appearances, he actually likes to talk to people."
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Jun 6, 2021 3:30 am
"Ah Koveras, the wagon is by the stable secure and ready for inspection. I’ll be collecting the pay for six guards. I’m sure you’ve already worked out transportation with the stable? I see you’ve met Aiwë, she is a fine warrior" Dieter says running into the two
Jun 6, 2021 3:38 am
Koveras rubs the bridge of his nose. "My father sent me to establish goodwill with Candlekeep and to make a profit on the iron you recovered. He raised me to perform well in such endeavors. Most other things in my life he... stamped out." The half-orc's hands close into tight fists. "I always assumed my orcish heritage was something to be ashamed of, but now having the chance to-"

He cuts off the thought as Dieter intrudes. With gritted teeth he mutters for Aiwe's ears only. "I am far too busy for such divertissements. There is much work to be done." With a grunt he resumes his walk, approaching the wagon and gesturing for Dieter to follow. He does slow after several paces to call over his shoulder to Aiwe. "But I thank you for the invitation."


Koveras seems a bit out of sorts as he walks with Dieter. Instead of the composed merchant, he seems much more like a frustrated adolescent. A very large frustrated adolescent. By the time they arrive at the wagon, however, he appears to have composed himself.

"You've done good work yet again, Dieter. Here is the pay for yourself and the other guards." He tosses the young warrior a large sack of coin. "Sixty gold pieces. I expected you all to take at least two days. Getting it done in half the time merits twice the pay."

The half-orc looks in the wagon and starts with surprise. "You do realize there are two men trussed up here in the back?"
Jun 6, 2021 3:59 am
Aiwë watches the half-orc go. He seems quite worked up. She is in the middle of debating whether to let him go, say something polite, or taunt him for his father doing such a good job at his 'stamping out' when she remembers something important. Cursing in orcish, she hurries behind him and Dieter.

"Hey! Hi! Haha. Sorry!" Aiwë catches up a little late, and grins sheepishly between the two men. "Yeah, those are mine. You two fine fellows know where a couple of knucklehead bandits can be handed off to someone with authority?"
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Jun 6, 2021 4:00 am
"Oh, no that's quite alright. Bert doesn't smell all that bad I'm pretty sure, plus I really must be getting back to my companions. I believe we are about to go on an adventure soon, and I wouldn't want to miss it. I promised a certain young ladies's father I'd keep an eye on his daughter, so I really should look in on her. For all I know she's drunk in a tavern right this minute. She could even be up on stage and the center of attention if you get my meaning."

Bert stands up

"I will be back some day though, this place is quite enjoyable. Especially for someone who doesn't sleep. Good day."

With that Bert starts back toward the Inn.
Jun 6, 2021 4:01 am
Iron Crisis? Had he heard about that? Maybe he just hadn't been listening.

"Ah, yes. The Iron Crisisis. A pity about that.... criiisis." He draws out the word. Such a strange word. "Very, um, sad." Rift peeks at the ogre for a reaction. "What can you tell me about that? The crisees?"

He is surprised to see that half his drink is gone now. He blinks at it, his brain feeling fuzzy. Did someone steal his drink righr out from under his nose? That would be a cool trick! He takes another sip and notices that it doesn't taste as bad any more.
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Jun 6, 2021 4:35 am
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Tethtoril chuckles. "You sound like a Gondsman! You know, it was his adherents who helped to build many of Candlekeep's defenses. Not to mention our system of running water!
"Are there any copies of those defenses, or the running water systems? I would love to study those designs if possible!
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Some of the more common topics are genealogies and religious texts, but every so often we have patrons looking for martial arts manuals, maps of different time periods, spellbooks... I'm certain that every topic has been requested here at some point."
I would love to read more on armored spell casting, or anything recent in the area of artifice!
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one of the Great Readers, Fheminor Scrivenbark, has a keen interest in economy, politics, and commerce. If you want a shortcut to your answers, I recommend you try and gain an audience with him, rather than requesting books at the Pillars of Pedagogy.
"I appreciate the suggestion, where would I find Great Reader Scrivenbark?"

Similar to the Smithy Shop, Sheemish is eager to try something hands on as well. Speaking of hands on, he glances down at the item he pulled from Ug's loincloth. MOTHER OF UG! A colorful gem of immense beauty lies in his hand. He tries to discretely drop it back in the pocket, but hears it clank into what sounds like more of the precious stones. Trying to cover up his finding he reaches into his pack instead.

"And . . . umm . . . with your permission First Reader, I would love to be a piece of this great undertaking, perhaps I could briefly add my own skill to work being done here?" He pulls out a chaligraphy quill from his pack and raises what he hopes is an eager eyebrow. . .

Rolls

Persuasion check to do calligraphy - (1d20+4)

(20) + 4 = 24

Jun 6, 2021 8:33 am
Upon returning with the caravan I go to Koveras to let him know that we have returned with the wagon and have the two bandits as prisoners. I also tell him of the smithy's contribution in giving us a new axle. After doing this, I go to the smithy to quickly thank him for the axle and inform him that we have safely returned and that Koveras is the one to talk to concerning the shipment of iron. While at the smithy/stables I visit the horse that saved my life, making sure he is comfortable, fed, and healing well. I also use Lay on Hands to heal him 4 hp. Horse heals 4 hp
Once I have done all of this, I go to the library in search of knowledge about medicine, increasing my AC, and damage (or other cool spells).
Jun 6, 2021 6:29 pm
OOC:
Back to 'saddlebrown' color again, I guess!
Koveras grimaces as Aiwe pulls up yet again. "Well. Please remove them from my wagon." He hesitates a moment, then motions for Dieter to help her.

He hops up into the wagon by the driver's seat. "As for authority, I'm afraid you'll find little between here and Baldur's Gate. The Flaming Fist don't have much of a presence aside from the occasional patrol. Most people simply mete out justice themselves." The merchant lifts a hidden latch on the back of the seat and opens a small compartment. Within is a worn black book, which Koveras retrieves and tucks into his coat. "Since it is my wagon that they intended to rob, and my guards which deterred them, it would be reasonable to assume that it falls to me to judge their fate."

He meets Aiwe's gaze. "But it was you who spared their lives. If you do not wish to hand them over to me, what will you do with them?"
Jun 6, 2021 6:32 pm
Imoen scratches her head and lets the strange duo go.
Jun 6, 2021 6:45 pm
Little One downs half the pitcher but doesn't seem particularly fazed. "From what I understand, the Nashkel iron mine is the only one that feeds into Baldur's Gate. Technically Nashkel and the mine are part of Amn, but with the rest of the nation on the other side of the Snow Peaks there isn't really a strong connection, so Nashkel is happy to sell their iron to Baldur's Gate and the surrounding towns..."

Some time later the ogre's chair creaks beneath him as he shifts his bulk. "Tilrifturrin? Tilrifturrin. Are you alright, little dragon friend?" His thick voice is concerned.
Jun 6, 2021 7:02 pm
Tethtoril smiles at Sheemish's eagerness. "I'm afraid we don't give out the schematics of Candlekeep's defenses. You can imagine the trouble that might bring if it fell into the wrong hands. But for any of those other topics you're welcome to ask an adjutant in the Pillars of Pedagogy."
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"I appreciate the suggestion, where would I find Great Reader Scrivenbark?"
"He spends most of his time in the Inner Ward, but I believe he teaches a course in the Pillars of Pedagogy shortly after noon on even-numbered days."
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"And . . . umm . . . with your permission First Reader, I would love to be a piece of this great undertaking, perhaps I could briefly add my own skill to work being done here?" He pulls out a calligraphy quill from his pack and raises what he hopes is an eager eyebrow. . .
The First Reader blinks in surprise, and then chuckles. "We don't have many Avowed who copy by hand, but those who do are very talented. They often work on the covers of our books." He rubs his mustache. "Why don't you show me what you can do?"

A few minutes later, Sheemish is seated at a table with a paper in front of him and a book with ornate lettering on the cover and spine. Tethtoril and several other Avowed are circled about the table, watching with interest. "If you would, Seeker..." The First Reader gestures, and one of the Avowed provides ink and anything else Sheemish might need.
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Calligraphy seems more like a Dexterity-based thing to me (steadiness of the hand, etc.) but if you can make a case for another ability we can chat about it. Either way, if you're proficient with calligraphy stuff, you can add your proficiency bonus!
Jun 6, 2021 9:29 pm
Aiwë listens solemnly. She had thought the land south more civilized than her home, and expected to turn them into a guard of some kind. She examines Koveras' eyes for a time, meeting his gaze for likely longer than he expects without embarrassment or hurry to look away.

Well, she decides, since things are like home, they are under the laws of home. She assumes a stick-straight military posture.

"In Icewind Dale we believe in second chances, but not third. However, whether they should get either falls under your authority, my lord."

She turns to the wagon. "Thanks, D, but I got it. Hey fellas, listen up. Yeah I know you're awake, if you were still unconscious you'd be dead anyway." Aiwë lifts each man by the back of his shirt and sets them kneeling in front of Koveras. She unties their gags, then steps aside. She unsheathes her longsword and levels it just below their throats about a foot away.

"I am your executioner. This man is Koveras Anchev, agent of the Iron Throne. He is your magistrate. This is your chance to explain to him why you should be allowed to live, and what you will do with your second chance."
Jun 6, 2021 9:38 pm
Dieter stands close by with his arms folded "do you need my greatsword Aiwë, it might be better suited for this work?" dieter says when there is a pause.

Banditry has its risks
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Jun 6, 2021 11:12 pm
Aiwë assesses. "Yeah, probably. Thanks. We can sort that out after, though. I'm not going to cut them down in the square in front of scholars and stablehands."
Jun 7, 2021 12:02 am
"Oghma's Own Truth, you will not!"

Ulraunt, the Keeper of the Tomes, the highest-ranking Avowed and highest authority in Candlekeep, is rarely seen by Seekers. Today, however, he makes an appearance. And what an appearance it is! He truly looks the part of an archmage, with a long, full white beard, a magical staff, and a penetrating gaze.

"Candlekeep maintains itself apart from politics in the region for good reason! If these men have wronged you, take care of it outside the walls of this sanctuary!" Ulraunt's glare falls on everyone involved. "Consider yourselves lucky I do not revoke your Seeker status!"

With that, the Keeper of the Tomes whirls about and strides off, staff thunking furiously on the floor.
Jun 7, 2021 12:06 am
Koveras wipes a hand over his face, obviously shamed by the entire affair. "You, Aiwë, put that weapon away and be about your own business." He glances at Dieter. "And you, please deliver payment to all those involved in recovering the wagon."

The merchant walks over to the two kneeling bandits and lifts them to their feet. "You two are coming with me outside the walls. Move!"
Jun 7, 2021 12:20 am
Aiwë raises her eyebrows, unintimidated by the mage. "That's literally what I just said I was going to do, but okay." She sheaths her sword--it was a warning and precaution only, obviously--and takes her pay from Dieter's bag.

"See you around, Blood," Aiwë salutes Koveras and leaves.

"Hey Dieter, can he handle those guys? He's gonna be ticked if I have to do a rescue later. You wanna hear a song about a merchant who decided to become a soldier? It's a good one. Do you play? Come on, the rest of the group are probably around the inn."
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Jun 7, 2021 1:56 am
Walking back to the inn, the sun was just beginning to rise. Ossein decides to check in the tavern to make sure that orcish girl wasn't still there being all improper. To his surprise, instead he sees that dragon kid, head in arms passed out on the bar (drool puddle under cheek) on an extra high stool so he could reach. Mentally shrugging, Ossein has Bert grab him so they can go.

Bert sticks his arms straight out and lets out a rather excited groan. Shambling faster towards the kid than Ossein thought possible, he was caught off guard when the kid was roughly picked up and heading towards Bert's gaping mouth.

"Bert NO!"

The dragon kid doesn't even twitch as Bert's jaws come slamming down on his shoulder. They stop just shy of breaking skin.

"Ughhhh good hold you have here Bert, two hands and a mouth is much safer than just two hands, now let's get this lad back to his bed."

If Ossein could look around nervously, he would as he and Bert leave the tavern with Rift being carried out like a zombie chew toy. Making it back to the Inn, Bert drops the kid into his bed before exiting into the hallway. Trying not to bump into beds and tables as they navigate the tight room with a large clumsy zombie groaning in pain as he repeatably stubs his toes.

"Bert you very well knew what I meant, that's no excuse to behave that way. Well you can't hold your liquor either, it would literally pour out of your stomach wound. Remember that kitty I let you play with? Same thing."

Bert lets out a sad moan as they stand in between the doors to the rooms, waiting for everyone to wake up.
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Rolls

Stealth don't wake anyone up - (1d20+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Jun 7, 2021 2:00 am
"I play the spoons on occasion, also here’s your take on the job" Dieter says following Aiwë’s lead and handing her payment over
Jun 7, 2021 2:32 am
"You can play spoons?" Aiwë asks eagerly. "Okay you have to show me that trick!"
Jun 7, 2021 2:43 am
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While at the smithy/stables I visit the horse that saved my life, making sure he is comfortable, fed, and healing well. I also use Lay on Hands to heal him 4 hp. Horse heals 4 hp
With some extra healing from Runeson the horse is looking much better. Attached to the horse's stall is a note with Runeson's name written in a flowing hand:
[ +- ] Runeson
The note is signed Laurëa.
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I go to the library in search of knowledge about medicine, increasing my AC, and damage (or other cool spells).
Runeson finds several books that he may find useful:
[ +- ] The Armorer's Handbook: A Guide to Not Getting Stabbed
[ +- ] No Better Way to Go!
[ +- ] An Abjurer's Soap Box Rant
Jun 7, 2021 3:43 am
"well you just clack them together in a rhythm.. it usually sounds better when everyone’s drunk"
Jun 7, 2021 4:35 am
Rift fades in and out after talking to the ogre. What was his name? Tiny? Stinky? No, something small. Smally? Smelly? Why was he thinking so much about smells?

The world swims around him and he feels like he's flying. Was his mother here or did he finally figure out how to fly on his own? He smiles. Then there is wet pressure on his shoulder. Did he grow wings? He tries to flap them. Or are those his arms?

Noises filter into his brain, but they are soft and fuzzy. So soft. So fuzzy. He snuggles up and closes his eyes. This is a good dream.
Jun 7, 2021 5:02 am
"That's awesome. You have to know your audience and let me tell you, I've seen a few drunk people who would go wild for some spoons."
Jun 7, 2021 6:52 am
After reading the books I found, I decide that it is time to return to my room for a long rest.
Maybe I will visit Laurëa tomorrow evening. Tonight I am exhausted.
In the morning, I decide to revisit the library again.
Jun 7, 2021 3:46 pm
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"Have you seen it? If not, could I look around for it?"
Drosh rubs a nailed finger down the side of his scaled face, making a clack-clack-clack sound. "Yes, I remember Phlydia. She was quite filthy that day, as though she had rolled about in a stable stall. But I do not remember a book in her possession. To be truthful, the Avowed are rather strict about letting their books in here, for reasons that I am sure you are aware."

He gestures to the various rooms of the bathhouse. "You are welcome to look about, however! And if something you see looks appealing, we can make arrangements for you next time you come."

After searching for a good while, Stella does not find the book anywhere within the bathhouse, and no one recalls having seen it.
Jun 7, 2021 6:55 pm
After a diversion in the tavern, Aiwë enters the Pillars of Pedagogy and approaches the first Avowed she sees. "Aiya! I was hoping you could help me. I'm looking for the histories of the elvish and orcish races in the area. Also, I'd like to read the most popular ballads. Do you know where Sir Chief Keggruk is? I'd like to sit with him."
Jun 7, 2021 7:22 pm
Dieter decides to visit the library and see if he can find any books on business management or bartering

"hello I’m wondering if you’d be able to find any books on these topics?" Dieter says when approached and gives them a note with some subject prompts on them
Jun 7, 2021 7:55 pm
A weary-looking Avowed answers Aiwë's request. "Of course, Seeker. Sir Chief Keggruk has a room just over there. I'll go see about those books. Excuse me, Seeker."

As the Avowed leaves, Aiwë can hear him muttering to himself. "Finally, some normal requests for books..."
Jun 7, 2021 8:19 pm
An Avowed returns to Dieter sometime later with a pair of books.
[ +- ] Acquisitions Incorporated
[ +- ] Bartering for Babies
Jun 7, 2021 8:49 pm
"Thank you!"

Aiwë follows Mesen's direction to where her uncle is reading. Slipping into his room, Aiwë settles herself across from him, making note of what he's reading while she waits for an opportunity to speak or for Mesen to come back with her books.
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Jun 7, 2021 9:24 pm
Kay eyes the clothier suspiciously and asks
"Worms? like for fishing…? ah no before i forget im lookong for a book a toung women may have left here within the last 42hour/"
Jun 7, 2021 10:09 pm
Keggruk smiles as Aiwë walks in, immediately giving her his attention. He slides a feathery bookmark into his tome, which bears the name Martyr's Progeny.

"Hello, Shelur!" The orog always has an extra *oomph* to his voice when he speaks Orcish. "How have you enjoyed Candlekeep so far? Chaide would have loved it here. I doubt even the Keeper of the Emerald Door would have kept her from exploring the secrets in the Inner Ward."
Jun 7, 2021 10:53 pm
"It's too bad she wasn't well enough to travel," Shelur mourns. "We'll have to bring her back some good books.

Speaking of, do you have a copy of your book yet? My blood burns to read it! There's a super sour grump who wants to read a copy too. A half-orc named Koveras Anchev. He was in charge of that ore cart job me and the others did.

Sounds like his nobleman dad adopted him as a charity stunt or something. 'Stamped out' everything undesirable, like his orc-ness. I think that's why he wanted your book. He shut himself up about that far into our conversation, though. He finds me extremely aggravating."
Aiwë chuckles, clearly unbothered by his opinion.

"I don't think he's used to people talking to him like a person. Anyway you might like talking to him."
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Jun 7, 2021 10:58 pm
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"Yes, I remember Phlydia. She was quite filthy that day, as though she had rolled about in a stable stall. But I do not remember a book in her possession. To be truthful, the Avowed are rather strict about letting their books in here, for reasons that I am sure you are aware."
Stella scribbles down some notes and nods.
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He gestures to the various rooms of the bathhouse. "You are welcome to look about, however! And if something you see looks appealing, we can make arrangements for you next time you come."
She bites her lip and smiles sheepishly, obviously tempted by the offer.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you Drosh!"

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After searching for a good while, Stella does not find the book anywhere within the bathhouse, and no one recalls having seen it.
After a fruitless search, she thanks Drosh again and leaves. Wiping sweat from her face, she partially regrets not getting properly changed out of her boots, skirt, and blouse.

Alright, she relents to herself. After you've done some good studying, then maybe...

She opens her tome to study her notes.

"She was dirty...as if rolling around in a stable...?" she muses, thoughtfully tapping her pencil to her lips. "Something like that would explain why she also went to the Clothiers..."
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She briefly searches for Phlydia where she had run into her and Kay. It's earlier than they said they'd meet up again, but if she can find her, she'll report that she didn't find it in the bathhouse and ask what she had been doing beforehand like if there was an accident at the stables or something. If she can't immediately find her, she'll head to the Stables to investigate and ask around.
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Jun 7, 2021 11:49 pm
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Kay eyes the clothier suspiciously and asks
"Worms? like for fishing…?"
Feldmar Bisset III puts a hand to his heart. "Ah, but you wound Feldmar, mademoiselle! Do you really think me a man of mere fishes? Nay!" He stamps one foot and spins around, graceful as a dancer - which he might be. "My worms of silk! With the cocoons they leave be'ind, I craft beautiful dresses of the 'eighest fashion!" He whirls over to a line of dresses and picks out one of soft lavender with gold filigree. "Be'old! The inspiration for this one came to me in a dream once, and I didn't eat or sleep for nearly a tenday until I finished it! I-"
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"ah no before i forget im lookong for a book a toung women may have left here within the last 42hour/"
Feldmar nearly faints in disappointment, though somehow not before safely rehanging the dress. "The dress does not impress. Woe is my heart until I... Oh. Yes. I mean, there are several books that 'ave been left 'ere. The clients often have someone read aloud to them while measurements and fittings are done."

The odd clothier pulls a handful of books from behind the counter. Their titles are Volo's Guide to Monsters, The Flowing Light of Divinity, and Praktikal Mekaniks.
Jun 8, 2021 12:03 am
Stella does not find Phlydia at the meeting spot. The woman is likely still combing through her quarters at the House of Rest. But the stables are only a few minutes' walk away. The stablehand there is an elven woman, who is currently fitting a saddle on top of a large draft horse.

"Elen 'sila lumenn' omentielvo." The customary elven greeting flows gracefully from the stablehand's tongue. "My name is Laurëa. Can I help you, Seeker?"
Jun 8, 2021 12:15 am
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"I don't think he's used to people talking to him like a person. Anyway you might like talking to him."
Keggruk nods slowly. "There are some who always seem angry and continuously seek conflict. The battle they fight isn't with you, it is within themselves." The words have the ring of a quote. "It sounds like I should have a word with the man. These days one should be proud of our heritage."

The orog meets Shelur's gaze and then looks away, obviously uncomfortable about something. "I was going to have it be a surprise, but... I ordered a handful of copies to give out as gifts. One of them is for you, and one for your mother, of course." He frowns. "And one for... Well. If she doesn't want it, perhaps I'll give it to this Koveras Anchev."
Jun 8, 2021 1:15 am
Shelur hops up with delight and leans over the table to kiss Keggruk on his lovely orcish nose.

"Blood first!" she declares at his plan. "You give Anchev my copy, and if Wirrow doesn't want hers then I'll take care of it until she wises up!"
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Jun 8, 2021 2:22 am
The paladin blinks in surprise at Shelur's token of affection - though he knows he really shouldn't be surprised. Then again, can anyone actually predict what the spontaneous girl might do next?

"That's very kind of you to say." There is no true Orcish word for 'kind'. There is a close one that means 'soft' in a rather derogatory sense. But in the years since the One-Eyed God's death the Cagebreakers have been hard at work filling out the holes in their vocabulary. The word Keggruk uses actually means 'childlike'. It turns out that even orcs have nice words to describe the young of their species.

"You have a generous heart, Shelur. All who know you love you for it." Again, there is no Orcish word for 'love'. But the idea of finding strength in someone, that idea has existed for much longer than the Cagebreaker tribe. "I understand why you have not choose the life of a paladin. We have a way of painting our own view on the world, and it can blind us to certain truths and opportunities. But you." The orog's eyes show a hint of wetness. "You can relate to anyone and lift them up. It is a gift, Shelur; your father's empathy, and your mother's sheer will. I hope to see all the good that you will accomplish with it."

Keggruk sighs and looks away. "I wish I could talk to Wirrow like this. Like a proud... someone. I have tried to respect her space over the last few years, but I worry that she may never let me in. And so I remain at a distance, trying to think of indirect ways to help her. To show her that I care." He forms a fist and places it gently, yet solidly, on the table. "You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it." Another deliberate quote?
Jun 8, 2021 3:06 am
Shelur comes around to his side of the table and wraps her arms around one of his thick ones.

"Oh, Uncle. I don't think Wirrow knows how to let anyone in. How could she, living like she did all alone on the edge of town? I'm amazed Meagan let you in! But Meagan was somebody before her first husband was killed. Wirrow is still learning who she is, and she thinks she has to do it by herself. She doesn't know she's part of a tribe, yet."
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"You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it."
"Hurrah!" Shelur agreed. "What you tried hasn't worked, so try treating her like you do me when we're at home. Or Morruhl..." Her brother is considerably less... energetic than she. Much more like Wirrow. "You're not our dad. You're not our chief. You're just a proud someone. I doubt you'd smother her, so if she doesn't like it, too bad! The battle she fights isn't with you, it is within herself." She nods definitively.
Jun 8, 2021 3:39 am
Keggruk gets his arm free and wraps it around Shelur. "Thank you, Little Bird. You are wise for one so young. Your parents are proud of you, and so is your uncle."
Jun 8, 2021 4:01 am
The moment is interrupted by the return of Mesen. "Pardon, Seekers. I have brought some books."
[ +- ] Evereska: The Elf City Nobody Knows About
[ +- ] The Orcgate Wars
Jun 8, 2021 4:07 am
As the day comes to an end, I become tired of looking for books at the library and decide to take Laurëa‘s invitation and go visit her at the tavern.
Jun 8, 2021 4:29 am
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"Elen 'sila lumenn' omentielvo." The customary elven greeting flows gracefully from the stablehand's tongue.
Stella glances skyward, as if looking at the aforementioned stars. They couldn't be seen at this hour, but they were there.

"Indeed!" she replies. She wasn't actually sure if there was a customary response—Zenithral wasn't much for customs—but agreeing seems appropriate.

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"My name is Laurëa. Can I help you, Seeker?"
"I'm Stella. Yes, did a woman named Phlydia visit recently?" she says, then describes Phlydia, if needed. "She lost a book...History of Halruaa. I think she might have visited here...allegedly, she was rather muddied up, so I thought I'd check here."

"Not that this stable looks particularly muddy, of course!" Stella hastily adds, holding up a careful hand towards Laurëa. "It looks well-tended." She lowers her hand and nods, looking around for a moment, then back to Laurëa. "But have you seen the book, or where she might have been when she lost it? If not, may I have a look around?"


This is taking forever... she bemoans. Well, much longer than I would like, she corrects herself.
OOC:
As with the bathhouse, Stella will search around, using any clues she has and that Phlydia gives to deduce a possible locations it may have been dropped, or moved to.
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Rolls

Investigation (¿Dónde está el libro?) - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Inspiration ("Think, girl, think!") - (1d20+4)

(9) + 4 = 13

Jun 8, 2021 4:47 am
Interesting

dieter scribbles on a scrap piece of parchment goats are good investment.

I think I’ll try some more books "excuse me, could I read some books on mathematics and bookkeeping? " dieter says to a passing custode
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Jun 8, 2021 4:53 am
Looking down slightly flustered at how wounded the man looked at her question she looks down at the books and fails to see the title Phlydia mentioned. "Thank you for your time sir, thought unfortunately none of these titles are what I am currently looking for."

Kay takes another look around the store admiring the attire. The dresses were lovely they’re like i’ve never seen! and you say that bugs can make such a fine material? I have truly been edified and maybe one day after my travels I’ll be able to afford such fineries"

Kay waves goodbye to the shopkeeper and heads back down the street looking at shop windows and merchants stalls as she strolls back amazed by the variety offered.
Jun 8, 2021 3:28 pm
Quote:
As the day comes to an end, I become tired of looking for books at the library and decide to take Laurëa‘s invitation and go visit her at the tavern.
The Hearth is busy tonight. There is usually some sort of diversion, a minstrel or storyteller or juggler, that draws in a crowd. But tonight there is a true bard performing, and Aiwë is a born entertainer. Avowed and Seekers alike are drawn into her songs.

Runeson finds Laurëa sitting at a small table in the corner, sipping lightly from a cup of wine. She smiles up at him as he approaches. "There you are. How is Tulco? The horse?"
Jun 8, 2021 3:47 pm
Quote:
"excuse me, could I read some books on mathematics and bookkeeping"
The adjutant brings by a couple more books.
[ +- ] Comprehensive Theorems
[ +- ] On Account of Business
Jun 8, 2021 4:04 pm
Feldmar Bisset III bows deeply. "Another day then, mademoiselle! Until then, my worms and I shall be 'ard at work creating the very best of dress. Farewell!"
Jun 8, 2021 4:24 pm
The elven woman nods. "Yes, I know Phlydia. She often comes by to visit the cows. She says they remind her of home. I have not seen a book, but shall we have a look around? Give me just a moment."

Laurëa finishes her business with the saddle and puts a finger to her lips. "My, you are a large horse. Perhaps we need one a little bigger still."

She removes the saddle and hangs it on the wall, then washes her hands. "Alright, Seeker. Come with me."

Laurëa leads Stella through the stables, eventually ending where there are several milk cows. "This is where Phlydia spends her time when she comes. You say she was rather dirty? Perhaps she slipped..." They search the stalls for some time, which is not a pretty business. Perhaps a visit to the steam pools might be necessary after all...

And then Stella finds it. Buried under a brown mess of a pile is a thick book, whose barely legible title reads History of Halruaa.

Laurëa winces. "Well, I am sorry about the state that it's in, but I am glad you found what you were looking for!"
Jun 8, 2021 4:38 pm
A gentle knock sounds on the reading room door. "Wirrow. May I come in for a moment?" It is Keggruk's voice, quiet yet rumbling.
Jun 8, 2021 5:16 pm
Three sounds emanate from the room. A book closes, followed by silence, and then a sigh. "Yeah. Sure."

Inside, Wirrow sits with several tomes in front of her; some of dubious origin and language, others on topics Keggruk could have easily predicted. She looks warily at the orog as he enters.
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Jun 8, 2021 5:28 pm
Shelur beams at her uncle then turns to greet Mesen.

"Ah, thank you! These look very, um..." She opens their covers and glances over the summaries. "Interesting!" She is almost glad the book on Evereska is so... unique, since seeing the name of the city her father once lived in unsettles her a little somehow.

"I'd love a book of ballads next. Popular poems and epics would be wonderful, too."
Jun 8, 2021 5:44 pm
Keggruk opens the door and sticks his head in. He has to duck a fair bit to clear the door frame. "I apologize for disturbing you. I merely wanted to..." The orog clears his throat and scooches the rest of the way into the room, then carefully eases himself into a seat far too small for him.

"Do you... have enough..." He tries again. "Maegan gave you a supply. How is that working out. Is it enough? Are you running out?"
Jun 8, 2021 6:11 pm
Mesen nods quickly. "Yes, Seeker. Ballads! Um... I actually heard you... you know... singing... at the Hearth. You could probably write a few ballads yourself! Ha ha..." He blinks. "Right..."

He walks out.

Sometime later the young adjutant returns. "This is one of my favorites!" He puts a small booklet in front of Aiwë. The cover has a stylized titanic wave. "It's completely fictional of course. It's actually lore from a card game that I... Erm. Nevermind that. It's quite good!"
[ +- ] Kiora Bests the Sea God
Mesen mumbles to himself for a moment, then puts down a thick book. "This one was put together by the great bard Connor of Waterdeep. Enjoy, and... uh... Thank you."
[ +- ] The Collected and Compiled CANciones of CONNOR the CONsiderable
Jun 8, 2021 6:42 pm
Aiwë claps her hands together. "Oh, you did? I actually have written quite a lot of songs, but most of my friends have never been away from their parents like this before and I thought they'd like to avoid hearing about them for at least a couple days." She wink. "I'm warming the tavern up to my orcish music."

When Mesen returns she accepts the book with a vibrant smile. "Thank you! These are perfect! Maybe if you're at the Hearth tomorrow I'll be singing about Kiora!"
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Jun 8, 2021 6:53 pm
Mesen beams. "Th-that would be wonderful! I'll tell my friends to be there too! They'll be so excited. Thank you!"

He starts walking off with a spring in his step, then suddenly rushes back. "Um... Did you need anything else?"
Jun 8, 2021 9:21 pm
Dieter retires to his room and prepares his gear.
OOC:
Dieter is ready to leave when the party is
Jun 8, 2021 10:46 pm
Dieter finds that the men's bedroom isn't empty. Keggruk is there, sharpening weapons and checking armor straps. The orog looks up. "Dieter, isn't it? In spite of sharing a room, we haven't really gotten to know one another. Which may be fitting, because I didn't know Father Tulfgyr all that well either. Are you up for a sparring match? I find that you get to know someone better sparring for an hour than talking to them for a year."
Jun 8, 2021 10:49 pm
"I’d be happy to!" dieter says taking his greatsword out of its cloth wrapping
Jun 8, 2021 11:17 pm
Quote:
"My, you are a large horse. Perhaps we need one a little bigger still."
"A new horse? Survived from the caravan?" Stella guesses.
Quote:
Laurëa leads Stella through the stables, eventually ending where there are several milk cows. "This is where Phlydia spends her time when she comes. You say she was rather dirty? Perhaps she slipped...
Her eyes widen and she draws her lips to a line, then taps them with a thoughtful finger.

I am not digging through all of this...

"Ah!" She holds the finger up in inspiration. Maybe the cows had seen it!

She taps the air, leaving little specs of light with her fingertips, forming a constellation of a traveler with a big nose and a walking stick: The Firbolg. She whispers a druidic word and the little stars softly burst.
(Stella casts speak with animals.)

To Stella's ears, the mooing of the cows suddenly turn into a cacophony of voices:

"Whoooooo?"
"Neewwww!"
"Hellooooo!"
"Mmmmmmm. The grass isn't half bad today..."

"Hello! Hi!" Stella calls, addressing the cows. "Excuse me! Have any of you seen someone slip and drop a book here recently? It looks like this!" She holds up her tome and flips a few of the pages to demonstrate.

With a bit of questioning and conversational herding, Stella manages to locate the book more quickly and with far less...digging. "Ooh, yes, that grass looks quite good. I'm sorry I smell strange...Ah, over there! Thank you!"


I'm...going to need a new pair of garden gloves... she cringes.

After retrieving the book—unfortunately still dirty and smelly despite her best efforts—Stella gives Laurëa a curtsy. "Thank you for your help!" Then returns to wait at the designated place to meet Phlydia and Kay.
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Rolls

Animal Handling (For fun. Please help me cows!) - (1d20+3)

(10) + 3 = 13

Jun 9, 2021 1:07 am
Keggruk gives a firm nod and gathers his equipment, then begins walking. "Good! Not all of the Avowed are spellcasters; many are warriors of various ethos. Monks mostly, but also a few paladins. They have sparring grounds in the Inner Ward."

He leads Dieter out into the Court of Air and over to the Emerald Door, where the Keeper lets them both pass without a word. The Candlekeep on the other side of the Emerald Door is far different from the one built around the Court of Air. It's a maze of gardens, towers, and bridges, beautiful and confusing all at once. Keggruk leads the way, until after about a quarter of an hour the pair arrive at the sparring grounds.

There are roughly a dozen pairs of combatants spread throughout a large, marked-off field. Most of them spar bare-handed and unarmored, but there are a few figures wearing various types of armor and wielding weapons.

Keggruk lifts an immense two-handed axe, then walks off some ten paces. He flashes Dieter a quick salute, and then the fight begins!
OOC:
Roll for initiative! If you tie or get higher than Keggruk, you go first!

Rolls

Keggruk initiative - (1d20-1)

(11) - 1 = 10

Jun 9, 2021 1:07 am
Wirrow hangs her head in exasperation. "Of course it's enough; we've been here for like... a couple days at most. How could I possibly run out in that time?"

When Mom worried about her it was normal, when Stella worried about her it was endearing, but whenever Keggruk tried? There was just something that felt backwards about it and rubbed her the wrong way. Besides, wasn't she here to try and be in-dependent? Did Keggruk really think so little of her ability to do things that he had to check up on a non-issue not even a week into the trip?
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Jun 9, 2021 1:18 am
Quote:
Stella casts speak with animals.
Laurëa claps her hands in delight. "A druid! I speak to the animals as well, but they never speak in return. Sometime you must tell me what Tulco says! Yes, the one from the iron caravan!"
Quote:
After retrieving the book—unfortunately still dirty and smelly despite her best efforts—Stella gives Laurëa a curtsy. "Thank you for your help!"
"You are most welcome. Namárië!"
Jun 9, 2021 1:20 am
Phlydia stands anxiously in the appointed place outside the Pillars of Pedagogy. When she sees Kay and Stella return, she practically hops with joy. "Again, I must thank you for helping me today. Did... did you find it?"
Jun 9, 2021 1:26 am
"interesting tell more about this place" Dieter says Taking a high guard before swinging his greatsword nimbly trying to get inside kragguk’s guard.

15 damage if he hits

Ac16
Hp 11/11
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Rolls

Initiative - (1D20+3)

(7) + 3 = 10

Attaaaaaaaaack!! - (1d20+5)

(9) + 5 = 14

Damage - (2D6+3)

(61) + 3 = 10

Rerooooooolllll!!! - (1D6)

(6) = 6

Jun 9, 2021 1:26 am
Keggruk nods in apology while Wirrow speaks. "Of course, I wouldn't expect you to run out. I just want to make sure you're... taken care of." A frown crosses his face and he holds up a hand. "No, 'taken care of' is a poor choice of words. 'That you have what you need', is what I mean to say. In any case, I am glad that your supply is intact."

The orog gestures to the books on the table. "Have you enjoyed your time here? I know I insisted on coming here first, but I hope that you and the others have... found something useful or of value here."
Jun 9, 2021 1:34 am
"Heya Rift!"

That cheerful voice can only belong to Imoen. The girl practically hops up and down, a big grin pasted on her young face. "I have wonderful news! The First Reader is asking for a favor from you. That like, never happens! It's always the Seekers asking the Avowed for help. And to have someone as important as Tethtoril asking... I mean, that's big." She gives him a playful little poke in the side. "So are you going to do it? What he wants?" She giggles. "I guess that's a silly thing to ask when you don't even know what he wants. He didn't tell me, but I think I've got a pretty good idea."

As she talks she fishes out some candy and holds it enticingly in front of Tilrifturren's face.
Jun 9, 2021 6:13 am
Araklusta says:
Runeson finds Laurëa sitting at a small table in the corner, sipping lightly from a cup of wine. She smiles up at him as he approaches. "There you are. How is Tulco? The horse?"
"Ah, I didn't realize Tulco was his name. He is feeling much better. I visited him upon my return from procuring the caravan's wagon and its contents. How is it, if I may ask. That you know his name to be Tulco? I assumed Koveras didn't stay around for too long after delivering the goods for his caravan?
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Jun 9, 2021 2:58 pm
As Phlydia and Kay see Stella approach, the mud and—other messes—become apparent to their eyes and noses.

She hands Phlydia the book with a deadpan expression. "You might need magic to clean that. I don't recommend reading in the stables." She forces a chuckle. "What were you doing around the cows?"

Stella carefully opens her tome to her notes on Aiwë's schedule and purses her lips.

Hm...lots of question marks.

Aiwë knew how to magically clean things. Stella did too—Papa taught her the trick—she just...hadn't practiced it in a while.

She shuts the tome and sighs. "I...think I need a return trip to the bathhouse again," she declares. "There's no way under stars I'm going to be able to study smelling like this...Could you pay for my visit?" she asks Phlydia.
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Jun 9, 2021 2:58 pm
Keggruk is long past the days of his prime, but the grizzled orog has experience on his side. Experience, and the still-considerable physical strength of his orog blood.

He catches Dieter's weapon with his own, halting the swing in midair. "That blow would have outright felled most orc warriors. Well done!" Keggruk shoves Dieter's weapon away and then whirls his axe over his head and brings the weapon straight down towards Dieter...
OOC:
He rolls a 15 to hit!

Rolls

Greataxe!

Jun 9, 2021 3:15 pm
Laurëa shoulders lift up and down in a casual shrug. "No, Koveras never game him a name. But I thought it fitting. In my language it means... immoveable, strong, steadfast. A good name for such a noble animal." She takes another sip of her drink. "Koveras wanted Tulco put down. He said he would never run again with those injuries. But with the healing you have given him, I think Tulco is making a full recovery."

She leans forward, meeting Runeson's gaze. "Koveras is your employer. I think you should ask him for Tulco. If he is a good man, he will just give you the horse. But if he insists on payment... I would gladly pay half to see Tulco go with the man who he cares for, who will take good care of him."

She pauses. "What would you think of that?"
Jun 9, 2021 3:25 pm
"And yours might have hit a barn door! I jest you have great power " dieter says barely recovering after blocking the powerful downward strike
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Rolls

AH-TACK!!!!! - (1D20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Damage! - (2D6+3)

(62) + 3 = 11

Jun 9, 2021 3:48 pm
Rift blinks groggily. "A favor? First Reader? What does he want?"

Who would let such a bubbly person hang around here? And who said she could talk so loudly? He grudgingly takes the candy and eats it. It was the least she owed him for waking him up. And for talking so loudly.
Jun 9, 2021 3:54 pm
"Before I turned to more scholarly pursuits, I was raised on a farm. And I always enjoyed being around the cows. They were gentle and warm, especially in the winter months. It was a simple time. Less complicated."[/b] She sighs. "I suppose I was trying to recapture something from those days..."

She notices Stella's dirty condition. "Oh! Oh, of course I'll pay for your spa treatment, dear. It's the least I could do. Also..." The woman pulls out a couple of potion bottles. "You may find some use for these, or perhaps you can sell them."
[ +- ] Potion of Heroism
[ +- ] Potion of Fire Breath
Phlydia clutches the dirty book to her chest and smiles widely. "Thank you both so much for your help!"
Jun 9, 2021 4:21 pm
Keggruk merely steps away from Deiter's next swing, allowing the greatsword to lodge itself in the dirt. "You fight with passion and skill. But a warrior also needs patience and wisdom." While Dieter pulls his sword out of the ground, Keggruk levels the spike of his greataxe under the fighter's chin, indicating a strike.
OOC:
He rolled a 25 to hit!
The orog lowers his weapon and steps back a few paces, ready for Dieter's next attack.

Rolls

Greataxe

Jun 9, 2021 4:30 pm
Dieter takes a step back and levels his greatsword. He dives in but jerks to the side swinging the blade wide and up coming up to Kragguk’s armpit stopping just short, a blow that would have cut the arm off a normal man
OOC:
24 to hit
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Rolls

1D20+5

(19) + 5 = 24

Jun 9, 2021 4:35 pm
"He wants you to meet someone, Silly!" Imoen laughs and steps away, holding another treat. "I can get you a lot more of these, you know. But you've got to get moving!"

The girl keeps moving. "Hey Ossein! You should come too! Some people deep in Candlekeep get very lonely and could use some company. You two are going to help!"
Jun 9, 2021 4:39 pm
Keggruk chuckles and nudges the large blade away with two fingers. "Very good!" He brings his greataxe down at an angle and misses, inviting a countering blow from Dieter. But the canny orog lets go of his weapon with one hand and steps inside Dieter's reach, free hand grabbing Dieter's wrist and forcing the greatsword aside, then head snapping down to crack against his smaller opponent's. Dieter stumbles backward, and when the stars clear he finds Keggruk's weapon resting at his neck once more.

Keggruk's face is concerned, however. "Apologies! That headbutt might have been too much. Shall I call for a healer?"
OOC:
He rolled a 16 and just barely hit.

Rolls

Greataxe - (1d20+9)

(7) + 9 = 16

Jun 9, 2021 5:00 pm
"That is a good idea. I will ask Koveras about this the next time I see him. Thank you for your kindness and help in taking care of Tulco." I order a beer, but am sure to drink it slowly and follow it with enough water to avoid any adverse effects. I do so knowing that alcohol impairs judgement and as a paladin of Hoar, justice must be meted out with a clear mind and senses.
I spend a few hours there talking to Laurëa and listening to Aiwë barding around before heading back to my room to rest.
In the morning I decide to ask Koveras about Tulco and the possibility of acquiring him from Koveras.

Rolls

Persuasion - Koveras for Tulco - (1d20+4)

(16) + 4 = 20

Jun 9, 2021 5:12 pm
Dieter holds his head back as if in great pain and then launches a counter head butt. Sadly the orc is must larger than dieter but the effort is what he was going for " my hat has a helmet inside it so it’s not just for show" dieter says smiling
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Rolls

Surprise! - (1D20+5)

(5) + 5 = 10

Jun 9, 2021 5:18 pm
Runeson finds Koveras in the Court of Air, heading towards the Emerald Door. Asked about the horse, Koveras distractedly nods. "Yes, of course. I considered the beast dead anyway, so you might as well have it. May it serve you well!" Without asking for or collecting any payment for Tulco, Koveras continues on his way.
Jun 9, 2021 5:26 pm
The headbutt doesn't seem to have harmed Keggruk at all with his thick orcish bones. But he laughs appreciatively at Dieter's response and continues sparring.

Without either having noticed, a small crowd has formed around the duo. They all wince as Keggruk's next swing stops just short of Dieter's navel. Such a strike would surely have disemboweled the young man, if not cleaved severed his spine.

"You are skilled with greatweapons, Dieter. Have you ever considered a different set of weapons? A flail and shield, perhaps, or a heavy crossbow?"

Rolls

Greataxe - (1d20+9)

(18) + 9 = 27

Jun 9, 2021 5:37 pm
I thank him quickly, knowing he must be ina hurry to go about some task.
I then got to the stable to tell Laurëa the good news. "Laurëa, Koveras decided to give me Tulco and at no charge! I can’t thank you enough for suggesting I ask him about Tulco. I will treat him as a trusted companion and friend, or may Hoar smite me down."
Jun 9, 2021 6:12 pm
"I’ve thought about it but I was trained to fight in pike formation against all manner of aberrations. After living in the outside world and reading some books I’m pretty sure they’re just created by a particularly deranged necromancer. Not a very dangerous one as they always seemed disorganized but truly terrifying" with the fighting being between two great weapons each movement is critical

Rolls

Attack - (1D20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Jun 9, 2021 6:25 pm
"Well, I don't know about any of the others." The implication, of course, is that she's been alone thus far and so wouldn't have been able to find out.

"But it's been nice, I guess. Staying in, kind of like home, but with new books to read. I was hoping to maybe learn something different, but..." Wirrow shakes her head and cuts herself off, waving her hand vaguely. "Different books, a lot of the same ideas. At least the magic seems interesting. We didn't really have that sort of thing back home, just the general knowledge about them. And other... monsters."

"And there's some stuff about archery I've looked at too; maybe Stella would appreciate it."
Jun 9, 2021 7:06 pm
Stella's eyes sparkle at the sight of the alchemical wonders and gratefully takes one of the potions—whichever Kay doesn't.

"Oh, thank you! I'm glad we could help!" she nods to Phlydia.

"See you around, Kay!" she says, tilting her head and smiling at the young woman.

With that and a bit of change from Phlydia in hand, Stella heads to the bathhouse.

While part of her grumbles about the extended diversion, the other is glad she could help Kay help Phlydia...and secretly looked very much forward to a nice, hot bath.

...

Feeling wonderfully relaxed and clean, Stella leaves the exits the Bath and Steam House, the exhaustion of the previous day all steamed away.


Ah!! Nothing like that in the Icewind Dale! I'll have to see if the others want to check out the outdoor hot pool one of these nights...I wonder if this will improve my productivity...

Tome in one hand, and pencil to her lips, she checks her schedule. She crosses out several time blocks, draws a few arrows to indicate shifts and replanning, then nods to herself.

"There's still time!" she reassures herself.

Closing her tome, she tucks it into her satchel and strides to the House of the Binder. Someone there should be able to teach her to copy text!
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Jun 9, 2021 7:07 pm
Laurëa laughs at the good news and comes in for a quick celebratory hug. "I know you will take good care of him. Let's go tell him the good news!"

She leads the way to Tulco's stall, then opens the door and lets Runeson in. And there is Tulco, already fitted with a saddle, bit, and bridle. "These are for you and him, a gift from... me. There are some saddlebags to go with it as well, but he looks the part better without." Laurëa laughs again and pats the big horse's neck. "And you look handsome, don't you, Tulco?"

The woman looks back at Runeson. "Well? What do you think?"
[ +- ] Military Saddle
Jun 9, 2021 7:10 pm
Keggruk catches Dieter's slash on the top of his greataxe and turns it off-course. The orog tucks one shoulder and barrels in, intending to knock Dieter to the ground. But suddenly Dieter isn't there, and Keggruk's own momentum nearly causes him to trip...
OOC:
Go ahead and narrate what happens next! No roll required.

Rolls

Greataxe - (1d20+9)

(1) + 9 = 10

Jun 9, 2021 7:33 pm
"Then I'm glad!" In spite of his proclamation, Keggruk doesn't look particularly glad. In fact, there is sorrow in his eyes.

"Wirrow... I'm sorry about your father. Kaleel was a good man before... before the curse took him. Lash should have said something, told someone, before acting so impulsively. I... I doubt we could have found a cure, but..." The line of thought trails off. "Anyway, I just want you to know that even though I am not your father, I..."

He takes a deep breath.

"I am proud of you."
Jun 9, 2021 7:44 pm
Dieter kicks Kregguk’s foot out as he barrels past using his hand to assist. With a loud crash the orc hits the floor mats "but as you can see I still have lots to learn" dieter says offering his hand to help Kregguk up
Jun 9, 2021 8:16 pm
Within the House of the Binder Stella finds Tethtoril. The high priest of Oghma is happy to help the young woman learn some rudimentary magic.

He seats Stella at her own worktable and places a book and several sheets of paper before her. "Now, the trick with any cantrip is to find the shortcut. It's a little different for each person, but..." He sits next to her and opens to a random page in the book, then - strangely - turns the book so the letters are upside down. "Personally, I find it easier not to think of words, but to see shapes."

He squints at the book, then picks up a sheet of paper. He mutters a magical word and makes a gesture with his free hand. As Stella watches writing begins to quickly fill up the page, almost as if someone invisible is scratching away with a quill. Except that it is still upside down. After a minute or so the page is full.

Tethtoril flips the page the right side up and hands it to Stella. It's a perfect replication of the page lying open from the book.

"The spell is called amanuensis."
[ +- ] Amanuensis
Jun 9, 2021 8:36 pm
There are cheers from the surrounding Avowed as Dieter lays Keggruk low. The orog gets to his feet and applauds him, then raises his considerable voice. "Behold! This young warrior is only 16 years of age, and already he has survived a gibberling horde, slain a leader of bandits, and knocked me down!" There are smatterings of conversation at that, but then Keggruk goes on. "Think of the warrior he could be come with time and training! Who here is willing to teach him during his stay at Candlekeep?"
Jun 9, 2021 8:41 pm
A moment of surprised silence hangs in the air. Finally, a knight steps forward. "I'll teach him. If he'll learn."

She meets Dieter's eyes with a confident stare. "I am Lady Kassandra, paladin of Oghma. I hope you're not tired after that bout, Dieter, because you have some long days ahead of you."
OOC:
Lady Kassandra, if Dieter accepts, will teach Dieter one extra Fighting Style of his choice, including the new ones in Tasha's Cauldron of Everything.
Jun 9, 2021 8:53 pm
"No my lady I am eager to learn" dieter says bowing
Jun 10, 2021 12:40 am
Stella is delighted to be instructed by the First Reader himself.

"Ahh!" Stella isn't actually surprised when Tethtoril turns the book upside down—In fact, she did the same thing when pre-reading books! It helped the conscious mind to relax, and the unconscious or spiritual mind to open itself to the information. At least that's how one of her books on speed-reading explained it...

Her eyes light up and she grins at seeing the magic in motion, the words copying themselves onto the page. She lets out a soft giggle and the stars in her iris's turn pink with excitement.

So much possibility!

"Amanuensis, she repeats perfectly. She then tries to repeat the magical word—though much less than perfectly—contorting her face as she does so. She laughs at her failure and glances over at others as they perform the spell again. "I may need to do some more observing before I can manage any practicing."

She turns to the First Reader and smiles. "Thank you so much for showing me! I figured since I can't stay in Candlekeep for nearly long enough, that I could learn to copy pieces of Candlekeep to take with me." She tilts her head curiously. "How long have you been the First Reader? Do you enjoy it?"
Jun 10, 2021 1:40 am
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"Wirrow... I'm sorry about your father. Kaleel was a good man before... before the curse took him. Lash should have said something, told someone, before acting so impulsively. I... I doubt we could have found a cure, but..."
Not sure what good 'sorry' is; I'm stuck with it now. He's dead, and I'm alive. That's just how it's always been, and I don't even know if it's not for the better.
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"Anyway, I just want you to know that even though I am not your father, I..."

He takes a deep breath.

"I am proud of you."
"Well... good for you, then...?" Wirrow grimaces. That hadn't been exactly what she'd wanted to say, but devils, it was so hard to speak to this man! "I mean, I don't see what there is for you to be proud of, but go ahead."

"And don't pretend like you're not trying to be my father, saying things like that. I haven't had one, and I've been fine without one, so don't go thinking I'm suddenly going to need one." Her bordering-defensive tone is also dismissive, whether she realizes it or not.
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Jun 10, 2021 1:54 am
Aiwë makes an appearance at the Hearth most nights to perform at least a couple of songs or recitations. At first she sticks to drinking songs and familiar poems and epics about the gods while she spends at least some time in the day eagerly learning new material, mastering the originals and then adjusting to her taste.

On the night promised to Mesen, Aiwë begins as usual. A lively song of revelry greets the increased flow of Avowed and Seekers beginning to relax after their day (very fun, her favourite part is about the town drunk dancing on the table, which she imitates). A long elvish ballad follows, peacefully accompanying the supping patrons with a story about two lovers walking through a forest (Aiwë finds it fascinating how many different ways elvish poets find to describe flowers, trees, and stars, and thinks Stella will enjoy this song).

As dinner and conversation lull somewhat and more attention turns to her, Aiwë takes a different approach than other nights. She sets her lyre on a table next to a drum and begins a low chant in time to its beat. Instead of the chant gaining speed and power, she maintains the tempo and adds the lyre, plucking at it with her free hand.

Orcish words replace her vocalizing and her song, both harsh and crooning to non-orcish ears, fills the tavern. The chant is one most Cagebreakers heard as children, and likely most orcish children still do. It lauds the pantheon of Gruumsh and lists their values, demanding that children grow to meet them. Alalla had frowned when Aiwë had made Chaide teach it to her, but Aiwë knows the power of music is in more than the words.

Divorced from the oppressive Luthic priestesses and in Aiwë's hands with a lyre threading between the drum's gentle tempo, the song changes dramatically. No longer do the words demand compliance to Gruumsh's bloodthirsty ideals. Instead it draws attention to their harshness, and all that was lost in their propagation. Once an anthem of the oppressor, now a mourning of his victims.

The words are lost on most in the audience, Aiwë knows, but if she is the artist she claims to be, they can hear the lyre crying, and the drum say, "never again."

A final chord is followed by a double drumbeat, and Aiwë's cry echoes over the tavern before slowly dying away. Only after all sounds of music have ceased do her eyes fall from their dramatic gaze up at the ceiling to see how her song was received.
Last edited June 10, 2021 3:35 am

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (20) + 5 = 25

1d20+5 : (20) + 5 = 25

Jun 10, 2021 3:52 am
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She turns to the First Reader and smiles. "Thank you so much for showing me! I figured since I can't stay in Candlekeep for nearly long enough, that I could learn to copy pieces of Candlekeep to take with me." She tilts her head curiously. "How long have you been the First Reader? Do you enjoy it?"
Tethtoril returns the smile with a twinkle in his eye. "I have enjoyed the position of First Reader for a decade now. And it feels as though I have hardly worked a day of it!" His gaze takes in all the Avowed working at their various copying and binding stations. "For a disciple of Oghma, there is no way to feel closer to our god than immersing ourselves in knowledge like this."

He gives Stella a sly, playful look. "You know, you seem to enjoy seeking and discovering knowledge as much as any of Oghma's devotees. Should you ever wish it, I am sure we could find a place here for you and your talents. To peruse the books as you wish, to attend and teach classes with others, to investigate the many mysteries this sacred place holds."
Jun 10, 2021 4:06 am
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"Well... good for you, then...?"
Keggruk winces.
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"I mean, I don't see what there is for you to be proud of, but go ahead."
He opens his mouth to reply.
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"And don't pretend like you're not trying to be my father, saying things like that. I haven't had one, and I've been fine without one, so don't go thinking I'm suddenly going to need one."
He sits there for a long time. Silent.

Then he quietly puts a book on the table in front of Wirrow. "This is for you," he murmurs.

Then the old orog leaves.
Jun 10, 2021 4:08 am
Rift grudgingly gets to his feet, giving the strange man next to him a sideways look. It was the same man who had spoken to him before Dok had shown up. He seemed mysterious. That was kind of not boring.

Looking back at the girl, he tries not to eye the candy. He isn't a toddler. He's going to meet somebody? Ugh. That doesn't sound fun. Obviously he can't hang out here all day though. If he's going to go on an adventure, it might as well be this one.

"Okay, let's go, but only because I'm interested in meeting these people. Not because of any girl telling me what to do. Or because of treats." Standing as tall as he can, he follows Imoen out of the room.
Jun 10, 2021 4:12 am
Dark tendrils of magic swirl around each other forming runes that overlap, intertwine, then separate forming yet more complicated formulae. Startled by the little girl's outburst, the formation dissipates before Ossein can recover it.

"Oh drat, I almost had it there. It's not a very heavy spell, but it sure is awkward.

Hmmmmm? Talk to people? Why I love doing that! I was expecting the group to leave today, but it seems I missed out on some business of theirs. I suppose I have some extra time to kill. Soooo, why not? What do you say Bert, up for a pip around the ol' block?"


Bert surprisingly doesn't make any zombie noise at all.

"Are you still mad about that comment earlier about your smell? You really mustn't be so sensitive. Why I recall once when I was younger, and still alive mind you, when I hadn't bathed in a month, but neither had this farmer's daughter from down the way. Well she and I..."

Ossein realizes the young and mixed company he's in. And also that they're leaving mid story. Quickly shambling to catch up, Ossein continues.

"Respected each other enough to go back home and take baths. Oh hey drunk kid, you ever seen a dead body before?" Ossein calls out trying to change the subject.
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Jun 10, 2021 4:57 am
Mesen sits at a table with several of his Avowed friends, all enjoying the drinks and music while sharing some light conversation. Every so often Mesen nudges a compatriot and points up to Aiwë and makes some comment she can’t make out over the noise of the Hearth.

There is another who appears to be watching with some interest. Koveras sits with his back to a corner, his solitude a sharp contrast to Mesen’s friendly table. He holds a mug of something in his hand, but doesn’t seem to show any interest in drinking it.

His other hand absently taps the cover of a book lying on the table - Keggruk’s book. The two must have spoken at some point.

When Aiwë begins her orcish lament, the noise and tumult in the tavern immediately cease. All eyes are on this ethnically-hard-to-pin-down young woman, all ears trained on her song. The drumbeats give the impression of a funeral dirge. The lyre chords paint scenery, providing context and color. But it is Aiwë’s voice that tears at the hearts of the listeners with its raw, aching grief. So intensely and artistically is the work performed that even those who do not understand Orcish are left with broken spirits and wet eyes. And those who do understand…

The door leading outside closes forcefully. Koveras is nowhere to be seen.

The abrupt sound jars the tavern back to life, and Mesen and his friends start up a cheer that quickly spreads around the room.

"A true bard, she is!"

"What was that song?"

"Was that Orcish?"

"Look! She done made Little One cry!"

"He ain’t the only one…"


For her own part, Aiwë feels a deep stirring within her creative soul, something that before had only been hinted at to her. She can do music, and she can do magic. But what has been reaffirmed to her now is that music IS magic, a universal language that can touch all hearts.
[ +- ] Extra Bardic Inspiration
Jun 10, 2021 3:51 pm
The silence feels heavier than usual. Wirrow watches Keggruk leave from the corner of her eye. Only once the door closes behind him does she turn her eyes back to the table, and the books atop it. She reaches for one of her previous tomes of study, but it's impossible to miss the new addition to the table.

'Cagebreaker'

Wirrow's arm falls slack against the table, and she lets out a slow, silent breath.

She doesn't really feel like reading any more.
Jun 10, 2021 4:02 pm
Imoen leads the two (or, well, three counting Bert) up to the Emerald Door, which they pass through without incident. Imoen practically skips through the Inner Ward. "Just look at this place! Isn't it amazing? Very few Seekers get to see these parts of Candlekeep. Stay close now! Don't get lost!"

And it is indeed easy to get lost. Paths wind and span through gardens, between towers, across bridges. "There's where all the Avowed have their rooms. And there is where I found a cat. It turned out to be V’ziir-Ag's familiar though, so I couldn't keep it. I wish I could have a familiar."

Eventually Imoen guides them up through the levels of a slender tower. "So it's Ulraunt, the Keeper of the Tomes, who wants to see you both." Her voice is now a low whisper. "Try not to make him angry. He's the one asking you both for a favor, but, well, he can still be kind of... grumpy. It probably comes from having a beard so long. Imagine all the brushing you'd have to do to keep the tangles out of it! That's why I keep my hair short. And I'm not grumpy at all!" A pause. "I wonder how Ulraunt would look with pink hair..."

The girl stops before an ornate door near the top of the tower. "Here we are!"

She opens the door and ushers them inside.
Jun 10, 2021 5:23 pm
Aiwë grins and bows with flourish, using her drum to acknowledge the praise and emphasize her gratitude. She holds out her mug of water and makes as though toasting the crowd, then downs the last of the contents and offers it to Mesen, obviously to be circulated for tips.

Before he can make it far, Aiwë rides the energy of the crowd and the high of her discovery into the next song.

"Oh-Oh-ohruuuuuuuu!" she howls an orcish war cry, beating her drum and stomping her feet. "Kio-RA!"

The song is indeed over the top, and that is what makes it a good story. To make it a good performance it must be equally dramatic.

Aiwë jumps on chairs and tables near her stage as she recounts the vigorous battle between Kiora and the sea gods. She raises her drum high as Kiora strikes and brings it low as she is bitten in turn. Her nearby gear is all percussion equipment, and the orcish war cries of her adaptation of the chorus are punctuated by the clashing of swords and rattling of armour.

When Kiora is left bloody, wounded, and finally victorious, Aiwë ends as she began, with a wailing howl and the name of the conqueror.

"Kiooooooooo-RA!"
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Jun 10, 2021 5:49 pm
Ulraunt’s personal study, much like the Hearth far below, is definitely larger on the inside. Shelves of books neatly line the walls. Alchemical beakers and vials filled with unknowable ingredients rest in organized fashion on a long table. In one corner is an odd… box. With arms and legs. It’s currently busy dusting some shelves.

Ulraunt himself sits behind an immense desk that seems to be made of some kind of shiny metal. The desk’s feet are stylized dragon’s claws. The archmage looks up sharply from a book he is reading, then tosses his book onto the desk.

Immediately the strange box-creature scurries forward and snatches the book off the desk, then carefully places it on a shelf. Ossein thinks the book looks familiar. Still, My Beating Heart?

"Ah, yes. Just the two Seekers I wanted to see. And their... pet." Ulraunt stands.. "Imoen, please take the… erm… our dragonborn friend here down to see Miirym."


He points a wrinkled finger at Ossein. "And you. I’d offer you a seat, but I doubt your animate gets tired of standing. Still, I should like to see you without obstruction. Please have your animate place you on my desk."
Jun 10, 2021 5:50 pm
Imoen, her face painted with a serious expression for once, nods. "Yes, Keeper. If you’ll follow me, Seeker…"

She leads Tilrifturren back out of the study and closes the door, then does a little hop and pokes Rift in the ribs. "See? That wasn’t so bad! Now, let’s go meet Miirym!"
Jun 10, 2021 7:55 pm
As Wirrow sits in silence she notices the door to her reading room open once more. It's not Keggruk this time, but an unfamiliar Avowed. He steps forward with a pile of books in his hands and shuts the door with his foot. He moves to put the books on Wirrow's table, but ends up dropping them on her lap -

- and he suddenly lunges at her with a knife!
OOC:
I believe that's a miss! You can describe how he misses, then roll initiative! If you tie or beat 21, you can take your turn! (This first round Wirrow is surprised)

Rolls

Mystery Roll - (1d20+4)

(6) + 4 = 10

Knife vs Wirrow - (1d20+4)

(9) + 4 = 13

vs Wirrow (adv) - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

man initiative - (1d20+2)

(19) + 2 = 21

Jun 10, 2021 8:29 pm
Thankfully, the Avowed's ploy of clumsiness works against him. The books tumble into Wirrow, and in his rush of movement the man's knife embeds itself in the cover of a heavy leatherbound tome instead of the unsuspecting person in front of him.

Wirrow, initially so distracted by the fumble that she doesn't even notice the knife, jumps out of her chair and away in surprise. When she catches sight of the closed door and the glint in the Avowed's eyes, though, she puts everything together. As he pulls the knife out of the book, her eyes--golden irises rimmed barely in red; she'd spent a long time in the Pillars--widen in fear.

Then, they narrow. "Who? Why?" Wirrow asks sharply, though not expecting an answer; first in Infernal, then in Common as she realizes her error. Unused to the motion of drawing the sword pair from her belt, it takes her longer than she would like.


(Combat stuff, oh boy. Initiative of 6, so he goes first.)

HP: 12/12
AC: 14
Zoning literally doesn't matter we're in a teeny study room
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Rolls

Initiative, oh no! - (1d20+3)

(3) + 3 = 6

Jun 10, 2021 8:55 pm
Mesen and his friends stare, awestruck, at the performance happening before them. And they aren't the only ones. For the second time tonight, Aiwe has the attention of the entire tavern. By the time she finishes, a handful of people in the crowd let out their own howls, doing their best to imitate the sounds that Shelur is so good at.

"Aaa-WOOOooooOOOOO! That was amazing, Aiwe! I mean, uh, Seeker!" Mesen's friends nod and add their own compliments. The Avowed opens his mouth to say something else, when one of his friends blurts out, "She should come and play Summons: The Mustering with us!"
Jun 10, 2021 9:03 pm
As I see Tulco with his fancy new saddle I can’t help but stare in shocked amazement. "I…I…I don’t know what to say, Laurëa!" I finally splutter. "This gift is… I don’t know how I can ever repay you." I shake my head and turn to Laurëa. "Thank you so much! I am indebted to you for your kindness. Please let me repay you somehow." I step forward and give her a hug(but only if she is okay with that).
Jun 10, 2021 9:29 pm
"Oh, no worries little girl. Plainly put, I have made it my mission to end your life. It will all be over soon!" He lunges forward again, but stumbles on the mess of books on the floor.

He's careful to keep himself between Wirrow and the door.


HP: 12/12
AC: 13

Rolls

Knife vs Wirrow - (1d20+4)

(3) + 4 = 7

Jun 10, 2021 10:01 pm
Oh gods, this is- why did I leave the house?

Wirrow manages to pull forth both of her father's swords, and with a quick twist she slashes with both at the would-be assassin's shoulders and neck. Unfortunately, her expertise is with bows, not blades, and she loses her grip on one of them after the blow. (Wirrow strains on the first attack, and marks him as Favored Foe).

(Uncool Dude takes 11 damage, Wirrow's sword is 1 foot away, between her and the assassin.)

HP: 12/12
AC: 14
Last edited June 10, 2021 10:34 pm

Rolls

Shortsword - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Uh oh any% - (1d100)

(58) = 58

Throw Distance (fumble chart); (distance, direction) - (1d20, 1d8)

1d20 : (1) = 1

1d8 : (2) = 2

Shortsword Damage - (1d6+3)

(4) + 3 = 7

Favored Foe - (1d4)

(1) = 1

Shortsword (Offhand) - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Offhand damage - (1d6)

(3) = 3

Jun 10, 2021 11:12 pm
Bert pats down his pockets searching for Ossein. "I'm over here, you nit. Come on...nope...nope again, ah yes! NO No you almost had me. Finally!" he says as Bert pulls him out of a loop in his belt and sets him down on the desk. Backing up a few steps Bert comes to a halt and stops making any movement whatever, doing a good impression of a statue before waving sadly at the departing dragonborn, he's going to miss that kid. The face he made when Bert lowered his hood was priceless. So easy to tease.

Ossein waited until the kids had left before beginning. "So, we heard that you wanted to talk to us. I couldn't figure out why until I happened to notice the book you were reading. Bert, being the sap that he is, loved that part at the beginning where Morloch gives his phylactery to Brittany. Me on the other hand thought that it was a little tropey. And I think the part where Morloch turns Brittany's best friend Raul so he doesn't die of his withering disease. Then Raul professes his undying love for Brittany was the best part. Well, not that part exactly, but right after that when the three if them go to the... Oh, hold on, you have gotten to that part, right? I'd hate to spoil what happened next. But you really should finish a book before calling on someone to discuss the implications of that massive twist at the end."
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Jun 10, 2021 11:22 pm
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[The First Reader] gives Stella a sly, playful look. "You know, you seem to enjoy seeking and discovering knowledge as much as any of Oghma's devotees. Should you ever wish it, I am sure we could find a place here for you and your talents. To peruse the books as you wish, to attend and teach classes with others, to investigate the many mysteries this sacred place holds."
The stars in Stella's flash pink, then she opens her mouth with a disbelieving smile and clasps her hands with delight.

"Ahh! That would be incredible!" Her wide eyes skitter left and right as she imagines what it would be like to live in Candlekeep.

"Kuldihar and the Icewind Dale are fine places," she says, eyes slowing to a thoughtful wander, "but it has always felt like there was only so much to be learned there...I mean, Archmage Dok had quite the library, but, well..." She gestures around, then smiles again at the First Reader.

"It's nice to be around people like me, rather than by people who want me to be more like them."
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Jun 10, 2021 11:40 pm
The man growls as Wirrow's blades cut him, but he presses in anyway with a wild slash of his knife that nimble Wirrow easily ducks under. Then, seeing the dropped sword on the floor, he kicks it under a chair.

HP: 1/12
AC 13

Rolls

Knife vs Wirrow - (1d20+4)

(7) + 4 = 11

Jun 10, 2021 11:56 pm
Laurëa gladly accepts the hug. "I do not expect repayment. But perhaps if you ever come by this way again, you and Tulco could stop by and say hello. And in the meantime, whenever you see the saddle you can think of me." She smiles. "Is it not tradition that every knight carry a woman's favor?"
Jun 11, 2021 12:14 am
Wirrow, in a combination of nerves, overconfidence, and self-fulfilling prophecy, inhales sharply as her other blade slips out of her hand as she moves to attack, clattering to the ground by the man's feet (critical fumble) .

Backing away, she looks at the door, very distinctly closed behind the crazed man. With some trepidation, Wirrow recalls someone saying these rooms were also magically quieted.


(Wirrow's other sword is now also on the ground, a little further than where she dropped her last one.)

HP: 12/12
AC: 14
Last edited June 11, 2021 12:31 am

Rolls

Shortsword - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Problemometer - (1d100)

(51) = 51

Throw Distance (fumble chart); (distance, direction) - (1d20, 1d8)

1d20 : (4) = 4

1d8 : (2) = 2

Jun 11, 2021 12:22 am
Ulraunt looks taken aback. "Raul gets turned? I thought him dying of the withering disease would spark Brittany's fear of mortality, ensuring that she look to Morloch for undying love!" The old wizard blinks and looks around. "Erm... When one reads as much as I do, one sometimes finds oneself forced to engage in subject matter that is not one's area of expertise. It's either that or go mad."

He opens up a drawer in his desk. "Now, Ossein, I have specifically asked for your help because for once in my remarkable life I am at a loss." Out of the drawer comes a case. It seems to be frosted in ice, and the study immediately feels cooler in its presence. "I have a sentient item here that in some ways is very similar to yourself. But for the life of me, I just can't seem to communicate with it. Or at least, if it understands me it does not listen."

Ulraunt mutters a command word, presumably dispelling any protective wards on the case, and then pulls forth a... torch. It is already lit and burning steadily. "Will you please talk with it? It refuses any attempts by myself to learn its properties, even with magic."
Jun 11, 2021 12:33 am
Tethtoril chuckles at the mention of Dok. "You know, I quite liked Archmage Dok. When he was here, I found his presence refreshing compared to the sometimes stuffy nature of this place. But don't tell anyone I said that! Did you know he actually ate an entire Tome of Clear Thought?"
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"It's nice to be around people like me, rather than by people who want me to be more like them."
He nods at that. "Yes, I know the feeling. My own parents were cobblers. They were always looking down at people's shoes. And I would look up. They never quite understood why I would want to study the stars, bless them."

The First Reader rubs his hands together as though warding off a chill. "Well, just so you are aware, Stella, you will always be welcome here as an Avowed. But I understand if you wish to see a bit of the world before choosing to remain here. You are still so young, and some things you must learn by doing, rather than reading."
Jun 11, 2021 1:10 am
"No one to hear you scream, girl!" Bloodied and limping, the man snatches up Wirrow's shortsword and attacks again. The sword comes down on the table, marring the wood, and the knife slashes through the back of one of the chairs. Fortunately, neither of them hit Wirrow.

HP: 1/12
AC: 13

Rolls

Knife vs Wirrow - (1d20+4)

(8) + 4 = 12

Shortsword vs Wirrow - (1d20+4)

(6) + 4 = 10

Jun 11, 2021 1:27 am
Shelur smiles at the boys. "That's so nice of you to offer!" she says, gently taking her mug back from Mesen and handing it with a flourishing bow to another patron who will begin circulating it. "Unfortunately, I'm actually not very good at cards."
Jun 11, 2021 1:38 am
Mesen flushes considerably and smacks away his loud-mouthed friend. "That's alright! I mean, the game's not that complicated, I'm sure a smart woman like you would pick it up easily enough. Not that I'm trying to convince you to play, you just indicated that you don't really want to, I just-"
Jun 11, 2021 1:42 am
Imoen's elbow comes out of nowhere and takes Mesen in the gut, and he stumbles away. "Shut up, Mesen! You're embarrassing yourself!"

She beams up at Aiwe. "First off, you were aMAZing. You did all of that without a lick of magic, too! Second off (is that how you say it? 'Second off'? Whatever), I had ol' Winthrop call in some favors with Drosh, and... We can totally do that 'girls' hot tub party' tonight!"
Jun 11, 2021 2:06 am
"No one to hear you scream either." Wirrow tenses, and then springs at the assassin, catching him fatally by surprise.

(Any amount of damage kills him)

The man's world goes black as he falls, blood pooling from the gash in his neck onto the ground of the reading room.

...

Cleaned up as best she can using previously unstained of the Avowed's robes (was he even an Avowed?), Wirrow sheathes her swords and looks at the corpse on the ground. His throat is very well slashed up; a stark contrast to her entirely unharmed self. As the rush from the events of the last minute finally start to fade, two things come to mind.

The first, she takes care of immediately, searching the assassin's body for anything--a note, a journal-- that could answer why he'd said he committed to kill her. That had been concerning.

As for the second... she opens the door to the hallway and calls out with a waver, "Erm, I-... Do you have anything... specific, you people do here, when someone's just tried to kill you?"
Last edited June 11, 2021 3:01 am

Rolls

Secret Weapon Heh Heh - (1d20+5)

(5) + 5 = 10

Inspiration Reroll - (1d20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

Jun 11, 2021 4:19 am
Palms sweaty, and with a little more eyes watching him than he is comfortable with, Sheemish accepts the calligraphy tools with a grateful nod. He then pulls out his own set from his pack. While obviously much less ornate and expensive as the Avowed's set, he was much more used to his own pens. Maybe by mixing the two . . . Sheemish took a deep breath and went to work creating

Lost in thought, his blacksmith hands held a steady grip on quills before him. Instead of bending, shaping, contrasting, and connecting links of metal, Sheemish was bending, shaping, contrasting, and connecting links of lines and colors. Also similar to his metal work, Sheemish's moves were somehow focused but chaotic at the same time. His concentration on creating left him oblivious to his surroundings and around his desk were spilled ink bottles, a couple of broken quills, and a spattering of ink that also covered his robes and probably some of the robes of his onlookers.

In the end, Sheemish sat back with a sigh of satisfaction at the work before him. It wasn't just a replica of the book cover placed before him, but one that included deeper lines, colors, and imagery laced into each of the letters.

And with a little magical tinkering, this one also emitted a glow from the page, not just for performance effect, but creating paper that glowed in the dark was in fact a pretty useful ability for a poor working boy trying to practice calligraphy into late hours of the night.

Last edited June 11, 2021 5:23 am

Rolls

Performance check (Calligraphy Proficient) - (1d20+4)

(18) + 4 = 22

Jun 11, 2021 4:48 am
"Well, if I'm being forthright, I honestly haven't had the pleasure of meeting another sentient item. However, I imagine if one doesn't keep things fresh with some culturally raunchy content, you'd likely take a nap. Well, hibernate might be closer to the truth. With no real sense of touch or smell, or real ears, it is quite easy to just...not...well, anything. I am willing to give it the ol' academy try."

Ossein pauses, maybe for drama, maybe to think if something momentous in this historic moment where he meets someone like him for the first time. Whatever his reason, he pauses, then continues.

"Oi! Mate! You knackered? Waddya do to getcherself in this sorry state?"
Jun 11, 2021 4:58 am
Following the young girl through the winding paths, Rift tries to make sense of her babbling. At first he found it annoying, but he is liking it more and more as he realizes that she doesn't usually expect answers.

Ulraunt turns out to be exactly what he expected, thanks to Imoen's commentary and his own knowledge of grumpy old men. The beard is exactly as the girl described, but Rift doesn't buy her story about it making the man grumpy. After all, Mother has no hair at all and is the grumpiest person he knows. It is annoying when Rift is immediately sent away though. Is the strange smelly man really more interesting? He doesn't seem anything special.

"Who is Miirym?" Rift asks Imoen. "And where exactly are we going?" Despite the fact that the girl is young, he has to walk quickly to keep up with her bouncing steps, which makes him feel clumsy and rushed. He doesn't appreciate either of those feelings.
Jun 11, 2021 5:32 am
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"You know, I quite liked Archmage Dok. When he was here, I found his presence refreshing compared to the sometimes stuffy nature of this place. But don't tell anyone I said that! Did you know he actually ate an entire Tome of Clear Thought?"
Stella giggles. "I heard about that! He's almost more sorcerer than sage—I'm pretty sure his brain is in his stomach!"
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"Yes, I know the feeling. My own parents were cobblers. They were always looking down at people's shoes. And I would look up. They never quite understood why I would want to study the stars, bless them. The First Reader rubs his hands together as though warding off a chill. "
"I love the stars! she says, leaning forward and widening her eyes as she emphasizes the word 'love'. Her expression grows solemn. "I'm sorry to hear that...my parents used to go out with me to study them, actually...but it's been years. Mama taught me most of the major constellations—and made up a lot of her own! She favors nocturnal forms, so she knows the night sky well..." The stars in her eyes turn a radiant blue, as she recalls exhilarating memories of riding the winds high in the starry sky with Halla.

"Oh! She's a shapechanger." she explains, stars returning to yellow. "Druid, specifically. As for Papa, well...he likes his sleep. The militia still keeps him busy and he doesn't trance, despite his looks—'Half-elf, actually,' she says, putting hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow, and giving her best imitation of Zenithral's sardonic self. She chuckles, then the smile fades. "But he used to. I guess I had taken that for granted..."

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"Well, just so you are aware, Stella, you will always be welcome here as an Avowed. But I understand if you wish to see a bit of the world before choosing to remain here. You are still so young, and some things you must learn by doing, rather than reading."
"Thank you!" Stella nods, putting a grateful hand to her chest. "Agreed...you can only learn so much about magic, peoples, and plants from words and sketches on a page. I'll probably go to travel with my friends when they leave, but I'll study what I can now, and I'll definitely be back!"
Jun 11, 2021 4:37 pm
Sheemish's calligraphy, both true to the original art as well as innovative, draws applause from Tethtoril and the other Avowed watching.

"Excellent work, Sheemish! You remind us all of why there is an 'art' in 'artificer'. I don't know that there is much I can help you with in regards to your calligraphy itself. However..." The First Reader thinks for a moment. "With your skills in both artistry and magic, you may one day be able to perform a kind of creation that few people can. Tell me, have you ever heard of runesmithing?"
Jun 11, 2021 4:41 pm
"Um, what?"

Aiwë's guttural orcish reply is what greets Wirrow first. She hurries over to her friend from where she was passing down the hall. She drops the books she's holding next to the door with only passable care for their condition and looks Wirrow over.

"Are you unhurt?" Seeing that she is, Aiwë pulls the door to the room open fully and stares down at the dead assassin.

"Um, WHAT?"

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Jun 11, 2021 5:33 pm
The torch flares up slightly, but doesn't respond in any words that Ossein can hear.
Jun 11, 2021 5:36 pm
"Ah! But it seems to have responded somewhat." Ulraunt peers so closely at the torch that his beard is in danger of catching fire. "Maybe it's just not as intelligent as you are?"
Jun 11, 2021 6:33 pm
"Oh, Miirym's a sweetheart! Most of the time. She got kind of stuck a really long time ago, and so now it's like she's part of the Candlekeep family!" Imoen leads Rift deeper... and deeper... Catacombs? "I'm not sure if she can't leave the area under the Library, or if she just prefers to stay down here. But for sure she can't leave Candlekeep. That's big magic. I don't think she's even upset about it anymore!"

Deeper still. Caverns.

"Miirym!" Imoen's call echoes through the place. "I've brought you someone! He's not a real good talker, but he likes candy! That's... about all I know of him. Oh! And he can't hold his drink!" Imoen grins triumphantly. "His name is Trippedturtlen, or something. We call him Rift!"
Jun 11, 2021 6:50 pm
The cavern is bathed in a soft silver glow, its source a ball of light hovering in the air. "Im... Imoen...?" The voice is female and resonant, but also faint. The ball bobs closer to Imoen and Rift. "And a... visitor? It has been... such a long time... since I’ve had anyone... to talk to. Such a very... very... long... time."

The air in the cavern starts to get cold.
Jun 11, 2021 6:52 pm
Imoen wraps her arms around herself and shivers. "This is why I don't spend too long down here," she whispers. "I imagine the cold won't bother you too much, though!" She begins stepping back toward the stairs up. "Good luck!"
Jun 11, 2021 7:07 pm
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"I love the stars!" she says, leaning forward and widening her eyes as she emphasizes the word 'love'. Her expression grows solemn. "I'm sorry to hear that...my parents used to go out with me to study them, actually...but it's been years. Mama taught me most of the major constellations—and made up a lot of her own! She favors nocturnal forms, so she knows the night sky well..."
Tethtoril's eyes lift, and he seems to be looking into the past. "Before I became First Reader I was one of the Great Readers, and my expertise was the night sky. I could spend as much time as I wanted studying the stars and other celestial bodies." He laughs softly. "And now I have other responsibilities to occupy my attention. Still rewarding work, though not nearly so liberating."
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"Thank you!" Stella nods, putting a grateful hand to her chest. "Agreed...you can only learn so much about magic, peoples, and plants from words and sketches on a page. I'll probably go to travel with my friends when they leave, but I'll study what I can now, and I'll definitely be back!"
"I believe we all shall be looking forward to the time you return, then!" Tethtoril pats the young woman on the shoulder. "I suppose I should stop taking up your time. You need to practice that cantrip, after all! Farewell, Stella."
Jun 11, 2021 7:14 pm
"Oh, Aiwë! I've brought you another - Gah! What has happened?" Mesen stares down at Aiwë's disheveled pile of books on the floor outside the door. He bends down to collect them. "First that muddied copy of History of Halruaa, and now this... Look at this bent page! Oh, if Ulraunt finds out he'll have me - GAAAHH!!! WHAT HAS HAPPENED??"

He seems to have finally noticed the bloody corpse in the reading room.

Mesen stares at the body in confused shock. "Why would you kill one of the Avowed? I..." He freezes. "I don't recognize him..." He looks at Wirrow and Aiwë. "What... has happened?"
Jun 11, 2021 7:25 pm
"I am grateful for the compliment as it comes from one as esteemed as yourself. I fear I have not, however, heard of runesmithing. From the word though I can imagine what it may be about. My mother tried to show me how I have tried to incorporate a few runes that I know into my metalwork, but " he lowers his head with an honest smile, "It doesn’t usually end up as hopes, I kind of take after our arch mage Dok in that regard."
Jun 11, 2021 8:20 pm
"Well, runemagic is not my area of expertise, you know, but I have read a couple of books on the matter. But there are ways to enhance weapons and armor with magical stones if you have the right tools and know what you're doing. It's the sort of thing that I expect the Gondsmmen in Baldur's Gate would know more about. You must go and see all of their inventions, and ask about learning some runemagic."
Jun 11, 2021 8:44 pm
"I definitely will! I appreciate the guidance!" Sheemish adds a tiny mark of a signature to the bottom of the page with a flourish. "I am extremely grateful for the opportunity to work within these great walls," he says with a courtly dwarvish bow. "Maybe some day I will have the honor of doing it once again." With that the young blacksmith heads out the door to prepare for whatever their journey takes them on next.
Jun 11, 2021 11:26 pm
"He started it!" Wirrow defends, shrinking inward behind her hair, a couple of crimson stains dotting the white strands. "It sounded like the only thing he was Avowed to do was 'end my life', or something. He said so himself, and then he tried to stab me."

"Or no... it was the other way around. First he tried to stab me, and then he announced that. He also told me not to worry about it, but umm... I didn't really follow that instruction." She gestures in the direction of the body, a sort of 'what-can-you-do?'
Jun 12, 2021 12:25 am
Shelur picks up Wirrow's swords and hands them to her. Her eyes are serious and hard as she looks the other girl over once more. Still finding no injury, she magically cleans her friend of blood and squeezes her hand reassuringly.

"Hurry and get your boss, Mesen," Aiwë says, voice low. She turns to face him. "Then get Sir Chief Keggruk. I'll guard Wirrow and the body. Go!"
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Jun 12, 2021 1:30 am
"I am already here."

Keggruk arrives, his large frame a stark contrast to the two young women. "What body? Where?" He steps into the reading room and glances around at the mess, noting the damaged furniture. Then he kneels by the corpse and examines its wounds. "Shelur. Go and find all of our party. Tell them to go immediately to our rooms. No. To the House of the Binder. Go now, please."

After Shelur has gone, Wirrow and Keggruk are left alone for a time with the would-be assassin's body.

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Mystery Roll

Jun 12, 2021 1:55 am
"That is likely, hmmmmm let me try something else. If you'd be so kind, place the two of us together so we touch. Perhaps I can draw it out through some innate magic."

Ulraunt gingerly moves the torch to touch Ossein.

"Ok, let's give this a try."

Rolls

Arcana? - (1d20+2)

(4) + 2 = 6

Arcana inspiration! - (1d20+2)

(18) + 2 = 20

Jun 12, 2021 2:38 am
At physical contact with the torch, Ossein does feel something from it. A telepathic connection. No real words are shared by the torch, but there is a rush of emotions. It would seem that Ulraunt's guess about its intellect may be correct; the torch, though sentient, is not particularly smart. One might even compare its intelligence to that of a dog or cat. What it lacks in the brains department, however, it more than makes up for with its abundance of personality.

This torch is Happy. The more joy it feels, the hotter it burns. Sadness, on the other hand, causes its flame to dim and die.

What makes Happy happy? Most things. The torch is very optimistic and tends to focus on the bright side of life. What it doesn't like, though, is being kept in an ice-box. And what's more, Candlekeep's magical wards have been oppressing it for being a flame in the middle of a bunch of irreplaceable books. But Happy isn't in charge of where it goes, so it's feeling rather resentful that the mythal over the library-fortress would try to smother it so vehemently. Take it up with the Archmage!

Oh, to be free again, burning as bright and Happily as possible!
Jun 12, 2021 3:06 am
Shelur thumps her chest. "Chief!" She obeys immediately.

"There's been an attack," Aiwë announces, barging in without ceremony to whatever the various party members are up to. "Keggruk calls us to meet at the House of the Binder." Clearly expecting immediate obedience, she walks away to find the next member of their group. Any questions for her will have to be asked on the go.

Only for Rift does she vary. About to head off, she pauses, remembering that Rift is rather young, and definitely not orcish. "If you don't come now, you might be left behind."
Jun 12, 2021 3:29 am
"well that’s not good at all" dieter says coming immediately
Jun 12, 2021 3:46 am
Kay feel a little guilty but was excited to hear that something interesting was happening. She was enjoying candle keep but she had come out to adventure, not to sit around.
"oh! we best go right away before too many people stick their noses into where they aught not!"
She quickly follows Aiwë out of the room and towards the house of binding.
Jun 12, 2021 4:27 am
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Jun 12, 2021 5:01 am
Ossein begins to chuckle.

"..haha. HaHaHaHa. OH HAHAHAHA..
eeeeheeeeheee..... Oh that's hilarious. It's ignoring you on purpose. It's mad that the anti-fire wards kept here to prevent accidents to the library are suppressing it's flame. And it doesn't like that so it's exacting it's revenge on you my good sir. You were quite right about the intelligence, it's a bit animalistic. More feelings than words. I'm sure you know the type.

So, knowing that what are your plans for this magnificent item?"

Jun 12, 2021 5:15 am
While Ulraunt was exactly what Rift had expected, this new... person... was definitely not. How does one address a floating, talking light ball? Why does he even need to talk to... it? Her? He watches Imoen leave and can feel his hands shaking, although it is hard to tell if that is from nerves or from the cold. He doesn't want her to go. He doesn't want to feel like a child left alone in the dark. He is a dragonborn for crying out loud! Most things in the dark should fear him.

"Um, hello." His voice cracks and he swallows. "I am Rift. Imoen told me that you have been down here a long time. It's very... nice." The cavern reminds Rift of his mother's favorite cave. Mixed emotions there.
Jun 12, 2021 4:02 pm
The Keeper of the Tomes can't keep a deep frown from his face at Ossein's explanation. "Ignoring me? On purpose! I assumed having sentience would also mean it would have some measure of respect for its betters. Who would have created such a wretched thing? Well, I suppose I'll just put it out of both our miseries."

Ulraunt puts his hand over Happy and begins casting a spell.
Jun 12, 2021 4:07 pm
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"I suppose I should stop taking up your time. You need to practice that cantrip, after all! Farewell, Stella."
Stella chuckles. "Indeed! Farewell, and thanks again!"

"Alright..." she tells herself, examining the materials before her with determined eyes. "Let's figure this out."


...

On the day Aiwë barges in with news of an attack, Stella is busy, magically copying text from a book onto a sheet of paper at her workstation. Luckily, she is already at the House of the Binder. "A-attack?!" Stella exclaims with wide eyes, losing concentration. "Who...? What—?" she turns to ask for more details, but Aiwë has already left the room. Stella scrambles to gather her things and follows.
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Jun 12, 2021 4:11 pm
The ball of light sways back and forth. "Riiiift... It is... a shame... that my sense of... smell... has left... me... or I might... know... your lineage..." The light comes very close to Rift, nearly touching his snout. "Tell... me... about... yourself..."
Jun 12, 2021 4:32 pm
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Jun 12, 2021 4:40 pm
Sheemish had walked back to the smithy and was perusing some of the wares when Aiwe finds him. He quickly sees if there is anything of interest before chasing after her.
Jun 12, 2021 4:48 pm
"Wait wait wait wait. Let's not be too hasty here. It very much doesn't understand who's it's better. It's more like a puppy that's been stuck in a cold wet pond. Unhappy and whimpering it's not listening to the person who it sees as the reason it's there. If you would be willing to do a little experiment with it, I can take it along for a bit of adventure, draw it out of it's shell so to speak, and return it to you outside these wards and 'fix' it so to speak. It'll be in very safe hands. We are both rather difficult to destroy, and my bearer, while easy to destroy, is very difficult to keep down. So, what do you say boss?"

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Persuasion - (1d20+0)

(8) = 8

Jun 12, 2021 5:26 pm
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Jun 12, 2021 6:41 pm
Khe'ril waves as Sheemish approaches. "Welcome back, lad! I heard ye went out and had a tussle with some bandits. I cannae believe ye fought 'em without proper armor, or nary e'en a shield! Let's get ye outfitted, lad."

The dwarven smith looks at his suits of armor. "We don' want ye all bundled up in some heavy piece. Hmm... Maybe try on this brigandine. The riveted plates help ye out, but it's none too heavy. Oh, and ye'll want a nice gambeson to go beneath it. More comfortable tha' way."

He moves over to rack displaying shields of all sizes. "Ah, an' now for the shield..." Then he takes a second look at Sheemish. "Ye'll need more than a buckler, but nae so much as yon tower shield." The dwarf grabs a shield that's square on the top half, but curves down to a broad point near the bottom. "This'll stop some arrows, don't ye doubt. An' not too much to carry 'round either."
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OR if Sheemish plans on reflavoring the shield as a better pair of gauntlets...
He moves over to rack displaying shields of all sizes. "Ah, an' now for the shield..." Then he takes a second look at Sheemish. "Ye know, a good pair o' gauntlets can do ye as well as a shield, an' leave ye open for castin' yer spells." The dwarf reaches below the counter and pulls out two gauntlets covered in plate armor. "Ye may find climbin' to be a bit hard, but they'll stop a blade as surely as any shield."
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Regardless of true shield or 'reflavored' shield, the cost is the same.
Khe'ril lays the items out on the counter. "That'll be 470 gold pieces. Sorry for the cost, but ye know as well as any tha' a guild member's got to make his pay."
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In dnd beyond, a 'brigandine' is actually referred to as 'half-plate', so watch out for that as you're getting your stuff equipped. And the shield is just a regular shield that gives +2, so that should be the same on dnd beyond. These things should bring Sheemish's AC up to 17.
Jun 12, 2021 6:47 pm
Ulraunt looks about to disagree, but then he looks down at the torch again. "Bah! It's useless to me anyway. Take it, and consider it a token of goodwill from Candlekeep."
Jun 12, 2021 7:05 pm
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Jun 13, 2021 12:28 am
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Wirrow quickly crosses the courtyard before stopping in front of the door to the House of the Binder--she remembers where it is from Stella's constant visits. She slowly opens it, looking for either her friends and other group members, or the First Reader.
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Secret Roll

Jun 13, 2021 12:39 am
"That is quite the grand gesture. I thank you for your consideration and benevolence. Is there any other service I might provide to Candlekeep or yourself on a more personal level? If not, then I'll let you get back to your cross-genre studying."

Bert ambles over and picks up Happy, then shuffles back to where he was
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Jun 13, 2021 2:24 am
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Laurëa gladly accepts the hug. "I do not expect repayment. But perhaps if you ever come by this way again, you and Tulco could stop by and say hello. And in the meantime, whenever you see the saddle you can think of me." She smiles. "Is it not tradition that every knight carry a woman's favor?"
I walk to Tulco and pat him affectionately while listening to Laurëa’s words. I then turn to her and say, "Of course we will! Tulco and I will carry your favor and think fondly of you, your kindness and generosity." I walk back to her, take her hand in my own and say, That is the tradition, and I a man of my word. While I may just be a mere paladin, in many’s eyes my quest for justice does make me a knight. I half kneel and bow to kiss her hand. Afterwards I stand up and with a smile say, "Perhaps you could help train me to be a better rider?"
Jun 13, 2021 3:44 am
Ulraunt waves a dismissive hand. "Yes, yes. Enjoy the rest of your stay here, Ossein."
Jun 13, 2021 3:51 am
Laurëa accepts the kiss on her hand graciously. "I would be glad to help you with your riding. It will give me a chance to see some more of you and Tulco before you leave. And perhaps the next time your bard friend entertains in the Hearth, you might save a dance for me. Until then, brave knight!"
Jun 13, 2021 4:05 am
"I look forward to our next visit."

Bert steps forward to pick up Ossein in the same hand that's already holding Happy. Clumsily grabbing bith in one hand he fumbles and accidentally drops Ossein.

"That was on purpose wasn't it Bert?! Grab me with your other hand you oaf!"

Bert pauses and groans as if trying to figure out which one is his other hand. Eventually he starts to grab Ossein again with the same hand.

"No! Stop. Other OTHER hand."

Finally he figures it out and they make their way out of the room in search for the small girl and small boy.

"You keep making me look like a fool in front of others and I'll start telling them about about the first thing to fall off when you're a zombie."

Bert groans sadly as the door closes behind them.
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Jun 13, 2021 4:44 am
Rift tries not to recoil from the glowing ball.

"Well, um, my mother is Aerihykloarara and my father is Rastix Bafflestone, the gnome." He pauses, unsure of what else she wants to know. "I want to learn how to fly. And I want to have an adventure; like, a real adventure. Also, I hate fish."

He shrugs, not that she is probably able to see it. It does feel good to actually talk to someone and explain himself.

"What more would you like to know?"
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Jun 13, 2021 6:21 pm
"Aerihykloarara...?" The ghostly voice sounds clearer now. "I remember. That is a name given to... silver dragons!" The bobbing light breaks into a million glowing motes, which gradually coalesce into the spectral shape of a great dragon.

A silver dragon.

Miirym appears translucent and ghostly, all except for her jaws, which almost look to be made of solid bone. "Did you say your father was a gnome?" Now Miirym's voice is suddenly present and clear, and with more than a hint of amusement. "That's the funniest thing I've heard in nearly a millennium!" Indeed, her laughter fills the cavern. "Ah, I have been cooped up in this monastery for too long."

She turns her head and focuses an eye on Rift. "And you seek adventure! Let me tell you, little brother. Adventure tends to find you whether you want it or not. You'll get your chance." Miirym floats several feet above the cave floor. "So what are you? A mighty wizard? A great warrior? A divine priest?"
Jun 13, 2021 10:17 pm
Rift fingers the lockpicking tools in his pocket. He'd never been a great fighter; most mighty weapons are too large for him. And he hasn't shown much aptitude for magic, aside from his puny breath weapon. He'd actually always wanted to be a spy, but suddenly that sounded very childish.

"I'm still figuring that out. Isn't that what adventure is for? Making people into who they are supposed to become? I'll see where it takes me and go from there."
Jun 14, 2021 3:06 am
Mirrym's great draconic head rises and falls in a nod. "A wise answer from one so young! I never thought I would become Candlekeep's Sentinel Wyrm, yet it was an adventure that made me into who I am today." Her long, spectral tail flicks absently. "But your adventuring will only do you good so long as you live through it. Given that you and I are kin of sorts, I would gift you a boon to help you in your journey."

"What do you wish for, Rift? A mightier breath weapon? Thicker scales? A true dragon's fortitude, or majesty? Something else?"
Jun 14, 2021 4:50 am
Before he can consider, the words are out of his mouth.

"I wish to fly."

Immediately his cheeks feel warm. If he could blush, he'd be bright red.

"I mean, a stronger breath weapon would be cool too. Or chameleon scales that change color. Or poison. Or..." He trails off, realizing that he is babbling now. She was just starting to take him seriously and then he had to go and blow it. He clears his throat.

"I am honored, Sentinel, at your gift. I will graciously accept anything your ancient wisdom sees fit to give me."
Jun 14, 2021 6:14 am
I spend my time training to become a more capable horseback rider and also go in search of books on the subject to get a variety of inputs.
I also find time to go to the tavern when Aiwë is getting her bard on, to dance with Laurëa.
Upon hearing of the assassination attempt on one of my new companions, I head straight to the House of the Binder where I wait for the assembly of the group.
Jun 14, 2021 2:17 pm
Miirym's dry, knowing chuckle reverberates through the cavern and Tilrifturren's body. "Wings for my brother! It will be my pleasure, Rift." The ghost dragon chants in some ancient tongue, and some of her silvery essence drifts over to float behind Rift's back. They take the shape of awesome, glittering wings. And then... they become real and tangible, covered in shining silver scales.

"Thank you for the clarity you've brought me today, Rift. I hope you visit me again someday..." Her form melts once more back into a floating silver ball.

"Bahamut be with you..."
OOC:
Rift gets wings and has a flying speed equal to his walking speed!
Jun 14, 2021 3:24 pm
With Laurëa's guidance, Runeson quickly advances his knowledge of horses and riding.
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Runeson gains proficiency in Animal Handling!
Jun 14, 2021 4:45 pm
At this hour of evening there are only a handful of Avowed left working in the House of the Binder. First Reader Tethtoril is one of them. As members of the party make their way inside, the high priest of Oghma approaches with a confused but welcoming smile. "Hello, Seekers! Is there some reason that you all are gathering here tonight? Can I help you?"
Jun 14, 2021 4:52 pm
Ossein and Bert find the young Rift in the hallway stretching his wings and trying to hover without colliding with the walls.

"Why hello again young chap! Well, look at you, where have you been hiding those wings this whole time? Come now, I just got a telepathic message from a House of Ill Repute or some such saying we're late and everyone's waiting for us. So, lets put the kettle on and pop off."

Ossein and Bert and Rift make their way to the bath house.
Jun 14, 2021 6:21 pm
"First Reader," Aiwë begins with a seriousness the others have never seen on her before. "Wirrow was attacked by an assassin while reading in the Pillars of Pedagogy. She overpowered and killed her attacker. Whether they were an Avowed or were merely pretending is currently unknown. Sir Chief Keggruk instructed me to gather everyone here, where he will meet us." She stands military-straight with her hand on her sword, clearly on guard and ready for any instruction.
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Jun 14, 2021 7:18 pm
Tethtoril gasps in shock. "Oghma's Truth! An attack within the Pillars of Pedagogy! Where is Wirrow? Ah, there she is. Are you alright, girl?" Seeing her unharmed, he shouts to one of the other Avowed. "Quickly, lock the front door! If there was one killer, there may be more."

The First Reader holds out a hand to Wirrow, beckoning her to step away from the group. "Child, this may be a traumatic event for you, but understand that now that we are aware of the threat, we will see to it that no harm befalls you. But please, in order to understand our enemy, I must know if there is any reason an assassin might have for targeting you."
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If Wirrow steps away from the group to answer Tethtoril, you can write me a note of what she says.
Jun 14, 2021 7:29 pm
Shelur watches carefully as the Avowed lock the door. As Tethtoril beckons to Wirrow, Aiwë steps in beside her. She doesn't speak, but quickly examines Tethtoril before averting her eyes from the two to watch their surroundings. Her hand never leaves her sword.

Rolls

I dont like this or any of y'all (perception) - (1d20)

(16) = 16

Jun 14, 2021 7:51 pm
"Did you know, Wirrow, that one of Bert's best friends growing up later became an assassin? He said it was because grieving widows were a guilt free... Well, it doesn't matter what he said about those poor women, what really matters is assassins take pride in their work, and often kill/attack in a unique manner as a signature of sorts. If you know the signatures, you can figure out who attacked you. Though figuring out who hired then can often be more difficult."

Bert doesn't move at all.

"Interesting, I'm not familiar with this assassin's signature, sorry. They're likely new and poorly trained. Much like Sergio, I don't think he'll be around much longer."

Bert releases a small amount if air which almost sounds like a sigh
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Investigation for assassin clues - (1d20+4)

(4) + 4 = 8

Jun 15, 2021 3:46 am
Wirrow tries to see if she can bring herself to trust this 'First Reader' any more than the rest of the Avowed at the moment.

...I didn't think so.

It's impossible to for her to tell anything about him besides his seemingly genuine concern that he voiced; she didn't exactly have much practice (any, really) reading people. Something about staying inside her whole life...

Keggruk said he could be trusted... so if bad things happened, it would be on him...

Still, she doesn't test her luck. As Aiwe moves up, Wirrow edges ever so slightly behind her, and shakes her head as an answer. "I don't know!" she mumbles fearfully. "I've never done anything, been anything, thought? of anything that might make assassins want me dead!"
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Insight vs Candlekeep Royal Advisor - (1d20+2)

(3) + 2 = 5

Jun 15, 2021 4:08 am
From what Shelur can tell, none of the Avowed appear armed, at least not with anything heavy. Daggers may be hidden somewhere in their voluminous robes. But from the expressions of shock and confusion on their faces, none of them seem very suspicious. As for Tethtoril himself, he seems as friendly and concerned as ever.

Tethtoril nods slowly, his eyes on Wirrow. "Very well, child. I shall contact the Keeper of the Tomes and see what the sages of Candlekeep can learn. It's best that you all stay here, where we know it's safe."

He moves to a corner of the scribes' workroom and kneels in prayer.
Jun 15, 2021 4:40 am
Rift still can't believe he has wings! Flying is not as easy as his mother makes it look, but he thinks he's getting the hang of it.

After following the strange smelly man around again, he finds his way back to the group of adventurers. They seem upset about something, but Rift is too obsessed with his new wings to pay much attention.

When no one is looking, he practices heroic landing poses. This might be the best day of his life!
Jun 15, 2021 4:56 am
I stand by the wall near the door with my shield buckled on my arm, almost casually leaning on the long hilt of my warhammer surveying the room for danger.

That girl, Wirrow, was the one that targeted. I wonder why?
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Rolls

Perception - Look around for any signs of danger - (1d20+1)

(8) + 1 = 9

Jun 15, 2021 3:03 pm
With night’s shadows falling, the Avowed light the House of the Binder with candles and a few magical lights. The First Reader spends most of the time kneeling in prayer and murmuring quiet spells, trying to find out what is going on in the rest of Candlekeep.

It is perhaps an hour before a heavy knock sounds on the doors. After discerning that the visitor is Keggruk, Tethtoril tells the Avowed to let him in.
Jun 15, 2021 3:07 pm
The orog walks in with calm, measured steps, but those who know him recognize the quiet anger in his posture. He drops down various bags of equipment - the party’s things from their rooms. His eyes quickly count out each of the party members, marking them present and checking their wellbeing. "Collect your things and be ready to leave if we need to."

Then he calls Bert and Ossein aside.
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After that, Keggruk goes to speak with Tethtoril, and the two engage in a hushed conversation. At one point they both glance over to Wirrow with unreadable expressions, then resume talking.

Finally, Keggruk throws up his hands (In defeat? In frustration?) and walks back to the group. "We’re leaving. Right now."
Jun 15, 2021 3:19 pm
Aiwë obeys without pause, running to collect her things and handing Wirrow's to her. "Yes, Chief."
Jun 15, 2021 3:56 pm
Wirrow checks her swords at her side, then accepts her satchels from Aiwe with a dip of her head. Black on the left, brown on the right... then bow on her back, And that's everything.

Despite being taller than at least a couple of the people present, in the face of Keggruk's frustration and glances--and in the wake of attempted assassination, or course--Wirrow seems at the moment like the smallest, least imposing member of the group.
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Jun 15, 2021 4:24 pm
"I’m sorry your stay in our blessed halls had to end like this, Seekers. I especially apologize to you, Wirrow. No assassin should have been able to get within our walls." Tethtoril gives a sad smile. "I understand why you must leave. Please, take these with you."

He produces three vials of red liquid - potions of healing - and hands them to Stella to safeguard for the party.
[ +- ] Potion of Healing
"I will send word to the Gatekeeper that you be allowed to leave."
Jun 15, 2021 4:34 pm
Keggruk leads the party out of the House of the Binder and into the Court of Air. They make it about halfway across the courtyard when they are stopped by a group of Avowed, Ulraunt at their head.

"These would be them, wouldn't they? Ah yes, I recognize a couple of them as miscreants, having a propensity for violence. I should have guessed members of this group would prove troublesome."

The Keeper of the Tomes holds up a forbidding palm to the party. "I command you to stop. The investigation of a murder in the Pillars of Pedagogy is underway, and we have reason to believe members of your party may be involved."
Jun 15, 2021 4:54 pm
Aiwë gives a heavy orcish curse. "Politics interest you now, I suppose? If the roads were better guarded an assassin would have never entered your walls. Let us go and count yourselves glad we protected ourselves, lest every pilgrim around know that Candlekeep is not safe for their learning or offerings."
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Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+5)

(7) + 5 = 12

Inspiration (you're not as cool as you think you are but I don't want a fireball to the face) - (1d20+5)

(19) + 5 = 24

Jun 15, 2021 5:06 pm
Ulraunt raises a finger, obviously unused to being scolded so. Something in Aiwe's argument makes him pause and think, however. "It is not a matter of politics, young lady," he says, obviously trying to remain civil. "When blood is shed within our own walls, in opposition to our rules, we must take an interest."

He thumps his staff on the flagstones. "We will allow you to leave after we have searched your things. After all, if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear." He turns to the Avowed around him. "Check their bags. Be thorough." He catches Aiwe's eye and winces slightly. "And respectful. Thorough, but respectful!"
Jun 15, 2021 7:03 pm
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"Excuse me, are you perchance looking for the torch you just gave me, I have it right here if so."

Bert holds up Ossein as a small mace instead of Happy which remains low in his other hand.
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Jun 15, 2021 10:10 pm
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"Excuse me, are you perchance looking for the torch you just gave me, I have it right here if so."

Bert holds up Ossein as a small mace instead of Happy which remains low in his other hand.
Ulraunt sighs and rubs his temples. "No. No I am not searching for the torch. Just keep your insipid animate out of the way."

The Avowed grab and open each of the bags, rifling through the contents. A few of them even cast divination spells during the search, revealing several magic items in the group's possession - the Blade of Aihonen, Ug's loincloth, some potions, and, of course, Ossein. One of the spellcasting Avowed looks carefully at Wirrow. Ulraunt appears to have noticed the same thing, for he approaches the young woman. "You there. Hand over your satchel. The magical one."
Jun 15, 2021 10:27 pm
I step forward, placing myself between Wirrow and the Avowed. [You will want to ask permission before grabbing someone else’s belongings."
After which, I turn and politely ask Wirrow if she would be willing to show the contents of her bag, making sure to not make any quick or threatening moves.

Rolls

Intimidation - Avowed going after Wirrow - (1d20+2)

(14) + 2 = 16

Jun 15, 2021 10:46 pm
When a paladin speaks, wise people tend to listen. When one shows anger, wise people clear the way. The Avowed moving towards Wirrow skitter backwards in uncertainty when Runeson makes his stand.

Ulraunt gives an exasperated sigh and taps one slippered foot on the ground. He's waiting for Wirrow's answer, but it's obvious that he's losing patience.
Jun 15, 2021 11:01 pm
Wirrow doesn't look particularly comforted by Runeson's attempted defense. Aiming her eyes anywhere where there isn't someone to look at, she very slowly takes her black satchel off and moves to open it herself with a nearly-not-trembling hand.

"It should just be cold magic..." she offers, in case their divination wasn't clear enough for them. Her voice sounds as about as hesitant as she is to hand it over. If the Avowed let her show them, it merely holds ten small, opaque flasks, most of them full of a probably-red liquid (it's hard to tell entirely), sort of similar to the potions Stella was given.

No weapons, no implements that could possibly be construed as suspicious... Please, just let us go already.
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Jun 15, 2021 11:14 pm
Sheemish has been silent through most of this, the revelation of the assassin, the packing and hasty attempt to leave, and now this interruption. But he stiffens as the avoweds begin to demand something that’s not theirs.

His agitation turns to fidgeting and he once again distractedly reaches into a pouch in Ugs loincloth.

Rolls

Mystery roll - (1d100)

(98) = 98

Jun 15, 2021 11:51 pm
Sheemish feels something large in the loincloth pocket. Cold, and hard. Metal. Cylindrical in shape, with... handgrips affixed to the long sides. Blunt ends... It feels like some sort of portable ram.
[ +- ] Portable Ram
"...yes, I can tell it's cold magic. But why?"

Ulraunt waves his hand and mutters a word, conjuring a spectral hand to pluck up one of the flasks in Wirrow's satchel and bring it over to him. He reaches out and opens the flask, sniffs it, then pours its contents out onto the flagstones.

It's just water.

"You're that desperate for a cold drink? How much did this enchanted satchel cost you? Nevermind that." Ulraunt taps his nose, watching as the other Avowed finish looking through the bags. "Bah. I suppose there's no reason to keep you all here any longer. Go, then."

The mage hand returns the flask to Wirrow's satchel, and then the Keeper of the Tomes and the Avowed move on, heading for the Pillars of Pedagogy.
Jun 16, 2021 12:02 am
Keggruk lets out a held breath. "Alright. The sooner we're gone, the better. To the gate!"
Jun 16, 2021 12:09 am
Upon finding out that Wirrow was the target of the attack, she looks horrified and rushes up to the girl.

"Araleth's eyes! Wirrow, are you oka—?" she looks over Wirrow, her the stars in her violet eyes blackened with fear. Yes, she certainly seemed okay. Not even a scratch. She bites her lip and nods. "Good." She purses her lips and stands next to her friend, taking her hand for support, except for when Wirrow is pulled aside or if she otherwise pulls away.
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"We’re leaving. Right now."
"Leaving?! But—" her protests are cut short by Keggruk's stern gaze and Aiwë's quick response. She drops her gaze and glances briefly toward Wirrow. "Okay..." she relents quietly, star-eyes shifting to a subdued, icy blue.
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"We will allow you to leave after we have searched your things. After all, if you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear." He turns to the Avowed around him. "Check their bags. Be thorough."
"Oh, uh, alright then..." Stella has her indigo-bound tome, a huge stack of paper in a simple sleeve, general traveling and scribing supplies, navigator's tools, and an herbalism kit.

In addition, however, she has an array of possibly questionable herbs and flowers. "Oh, these...yes, these are for medicinal purposes. No, they aren't used for poisons, as least not in these doses, as far as I know...You could make sedatives, I guess?" she tries to explain.

She glances over at Wirrow, trying to keep her own nerves down.
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"It should just be cold magic..." she offers...it merely holds ten small, opaque flasks, most of them full of a probably-red liquid.
What was that? Wirrow wasn't an alchemist...was she? Or maybe...Hunter's Bane? Was she a blood hunter like others in Kuldihar? Stella had only done minimal research on the stuff...she preferred substances that didn't permanantly change one's being.

Stella could claim to have spent more time with Wirrow than anyone else she knew, aside from Wirrow's own mother, but that still wasn't much.
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"...yes, I can tell it's cold magic. But why?"...[Ulraunt] reaches out and opens the flask, sniffs it, then pours its contents out onto the flagstones. It's just water. "You're that desperate for a cold drink?"
"Ah...I think she's prone to heat exhaustion, sir," Stella explains, remembering Wirrow's earlier dizzy spell from the caravan-recovery trek.
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Jun 16, 2021 1:56 am
Aiwë closes her lyre case with a careful but pointed snap, barely missing the fingers of the Avowed pulling away. She tucks it into her pack quickly, then puts it back over her shoulder. Seeing that Keggruk is close to Wirrow, Aiwë takes point to help lead the group quickly through the gate.
Jun 16, 2021 4:03 am
Rift is so confused. Something has obviously been going on, but he has no idea what. Assassination attempt? Searching persons? He grips his lock picking set in his pocket. He didn't have anything else of value with him.

Thankfully no one seems interested in him, although he will admit to himself that it hurts his feelings just a little bit. Was he really so unthreatening? He flaps his wings a few times to make himself feel better. He'd show them that he could do things. Someday.
Jun 16, 2021 4:20 am
"I saw the commotion with the Keeper of the Tomes and realized you must be leaving. So…" She rubs Tulco’s nose. The horse is properly saddled and outfitted. "So this is goodbye, until you both pass this way again. Farewell, brave knight and noble steed!"


The party passes through the gate and into the shadows of the Lion’s Way.
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The adventure continues here in the Lion's Way!

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