Nashkel

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Jan 20, 2023 7:54 pm
Stella goes from annoyed to ashamed. Folding her arms becomes clutching them, icy eye stars turning a fading blue. "I---" she studders. "It wasn't---"

They were right. Avoiding death by subterfuge might be the most logical, thing to do, Stella thought, but not to them. They would rather live openly and face the assassins as they came. She was out of her element, but seeking safety through subterfuge would take them out of theirs.

She should have thought about what she was saying...telling Aiwe not to perform?
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"what do you deserve Stella! When you’re bleeding out in an alley or gutted in the street alone.. l-like discarded trash. dieter pauses and he regains control of his voice "death is always personal. You never die together you just..die, alone. Everything you lived for, loved, and fought for doesn’t matter it’s gone. When its you at the end of your time cut short what do you deserve then?"
Stella looks down shamefully. "I don't know," she whispers. She had never asked Dieter about his history, and why he was with Tulgar. That explained a lot.
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"you all seem to think it’s pretty funny too…dying ‘hey Die-ter’ you think being crushed by an ogre is funny? How about getting skewered by a monstrous spider or eaten alive by gibberling? I’m out here doing my job. My job is to make sure that doesn’t happen to any of you. You think I’m here for the bonding time or discovering myself? No I’m here because your parents want to see you again."
"I-I'm sorry...just forget it..."

She falls silent the rest of the way to the mines.
Jan 20, 2023 7:58 pm
"you think I don’t try?" Dieter says under his breath.
Jan 20, 2023 8:21 pm
As Stella clutches her arms and casts her eyes down in shame, Aiwë becomes aware of herself. Teeth bared, hands in fists, her stance forward and weight on her toes as though ready to fight. The burning in her throat. Not just anger, aggression.

She steps back, hands falling loose in shock.
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"I-I'm sorry...just forget it..."
"Okay," Aiwë mumbles. She, too, is unusually silent on the way to the mines.
Jan 20, 2023 9:14 pm
The party enters the mine, anxious mutterings from the crowd of workers fading away just like the morning's light.
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The adventure continues in the Nashkel Mine thread here!
Jan 20, 2023 9:23 pm

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"No, if we die, they win. We aren't changing who we are..."
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"Maybe you're not! But you're asking us to!" She stops walking, fists balled at her side. "You think I'm afraid of death?" She thumps her chest and bares her teeth. "Never! I stand with my blood!"
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"I’m out here doing my job. My job is to make sure that doesn’t happen to any of you. You think I’m here for the bonding time or discovering myself? No I’m here because your parents want to see you again."
Well that was hardly what she'd been expecting out of the suggestion. What, had Dieter's parents taught him to plunge recklessly into unwinnable fights so they could never see him again?

"Suit yourself, but it's hard to stand with your blood when it's spilling out of you. Don't really see what the big deal with the people-blood is anyways." Calliope's both metaphorical and literal feathers are clearly a bit ruffled at the unexpected heated debate.

"You wouldn't wear the same outfit to the Faunfable family dinner as you would to a battlefield. Why would you wear the same face into a cultists' den as you would at home?" Calliope manages to sound genuinely baffled and mildly condescending at the same time with the (probably rhetorical) question. She slowly stalks to the back of the group, keeping an eye out in case the yelling drew someone or something's attention. No sense of preservation, any of them.
Jan 20, 2023 9:33 pm
"Spilling out of me? That's exactly—" Aiwë gasps. "Outfit?!" As Calliope stalks to the back of the group Shelur rushes to the front, cursing angrily in Orcish.
Jan 20, 2023 11:28 pm
[color="Purple"] Sheemish remains silent throughout most of the argument, shifting uncomfortably in his armor, eyes down, his own fists clenched. As all sides calm down Sheemish breathes out a sigh, unclenches his fists and adjusts the shoulder straps of his armor.

He speaks out loud but to himself or others it’s hard to tell.

"Alone . . Death . . Neither are funny, and neither should be together. he looks up at dieter "If you have true friends you won’t die alone. An old hero taught me that. He was strong, powerful, and massive. But He realized the best way to protect others was none of those things, but rather to be their friend., /color]"
Mar 11, 2023 10:41 pm
The party leaves the mine behind and returns to Nashkel. Checking in at the Nashkel Inn, Stella learns that her friend Minsc (and his hamster) left town yesterday, grim-faced and armed for battle.

Aldous Silverhand and his guards are still taking rooms at the inn. Apparently the guard replacements from Beregost haven't arrived yet, and the current ones have no wish to travel further north. Except for Shar-Teel; the woman seems to have collected her pay and departed.

There is one notable new patron in the commonroom, a human man with a finely-styled beard and ornate red robes. A gold stud on his nose connects to a chain that runs along his cheek to attach to a similar stud in his ear. He speaks loudly with a thick, foreign accent that the party has never heard before, and makes no effort to hide the fact that he's a powerful mage and due everyone's respect - and obedience.

"(Time to converse with the locals...) Attention, partakers of this swill you call drink. If it is more you crave, I offer a JOB and PAYMENT. (Yes, pay attention, you simians.) GOLD! For any who will join me in this task. (For any who survive, at any rate. Hehehe...) If my words have sparked your curiosity, come and present yourselves to me! (Though they must stay at arm's length, the stinking baboons.)"
Mar 12, 2023 1:09 am
After sitting down in the inn for a proper breakfast, Aiwë looks to Stella. "So, what's next? We might be able to find Minsc and still be of use. If not or after that, I think we could," Aiwë raised a finger to count on it, "take Aldous' guard job—he seemed nice—," she raised a second finger, "and do some more investigating about Mulahey's boss in Beregost before," a third finger, "reporting to Jaheira on the way to Baldur's Gate and," a fourth, "finding out more about who's hunting us. Or some other combination of the prior."

She leans in, eyes searching. "Or, if you want," she begins, voice soft, "this can be a close of a chapter. We can go tell Jahiera what we've found, and then I can take you home."
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Mar 12, 2023 1:24 am
Stella considers Aiwë's words quietly, distraught as she pokes her fork at a small plate of food in front of her.

I try to track them, and nobody helps. I ask big soldiers, and nobody helps. Are there no heroes in this land? the big warrior's words echo in her mind.

Heroes.

She shakes her head. "We need to help Minsc," she says finally. At least I do, she thinks. "At least try to. The rest sounds like a good plan. I'm...not sure though." she looks up at Aiwë. "Can we...go after Minsc, and take it one step at a time?"
Mar 12, 2023 2:18 am
Aiwë smiles gently. "I think that sounds good. Just tell me when it's too much, sister-girl. I'm here for you."

Shelur returns to her meal, pondering quietly. The Iron Crisis business isn't sorted yet. There's more she can help with to prevent war. She's glad Stella is feeling more confident. So why is she almost... disappointed?
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Mar 13, 2023 4:43 pm
Stella nods appreciatively, then finally starts to eat.

After the meal, she approaches Runeson and Sheemish. "I'd like to go after Minsc," she declares. "To try to help rescue his ward from the gnolls. Aiwë and Dieter have both agreed to help. Will you...um, join us, or head your own way?" she asks, suddenly hesitant. She glances towards the red-robed newcomer.
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Mar 13, 2023 5:24 pm
The wizard doesn't miss Stella's glance his way. "(Strange-looking girl. Attractive, if perhaps too pale.) You there! Did I hear you mention Minsc? Large oaf, tattooed and packing a hamster? (Maybe these locals are not useless after all.)"
Mar 13, 2023 5:39 pm
She bites her lip and looks back to him, cringing. "Err...yes?" Too pale? Excuse me...? She composes herself. "Why do you ask?"

If he was hiring for a job related to Minsc and the gnolls, perhaps they could help and earn some gold. Though she wasn't too fond of this fellow so far...
Mar 13, 2023 6:00 pm
Aiwë slides in next to Stella and rests an elbow on her shoulder. She smiles sharply at the red-robed snob.
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Mar 13, 2023 6:23 pm
"(Good. Good...) I suppose you to be of reasonable capacity and intelligence, and so you will agree to help me, and you will be paid well." He flips up the back of his robe and settles into a seat at their table. "First, I will introduce to you the dramatis personae of this endeavor. I am Edwin Odesseiron, of the Red Wizards of Thay. Minsc is a buffoon with more muscles than brain, but no more than a servant to the true threat. (Yes, and a threat she is!) His mistress is the sorcerous wench Dynaheir." He steeples be-ringed fingers together. "You, the monk- erm, mercenaries (monkeys, always monkeys!) will help me kill her."
Mar 13, 2023 8:33 pm
Bufoon?! Stella tries to keep cool, but her eye stars begin flickering a furious orange. Why the self-pompous snapple-gobbed—
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"You...will help me kill her."
Stella's eyes widen and she looks to Aiwë, stammering. "Ah, um...so...you're looking to hire...assassins?!" she asks quietly, incredulous. Her eye-stars change to a panicked violet.
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Mar 13, 2023 8:55 pm
Aiwë shifts her arm to slide around Stella's shoulder and pats her reassuringly. "You've got a good eye (for skill if not for fashion). We need half up front and half when we deliver (can't trust a wizard not to vanish on payday)."
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Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+5)

(12) + 5 = 17

Mar 13, 2023 9:14 pm
"Assassin is more a classification of skill than anything else. (As though any true assassin might be found in this remote place.)" The Red Wizard flicks a crumb from the table. "If I were to pay you to go after some bandits or bugbears, you would do the deed, yes? You are mercenaries. I purchase your service, you get it done. (Why must I explain such a simple thing to these baboons?)"

He leans back and strokes his beard, fingering the distinctive nose-ear chain. "Or need you a more altruistic reason? Shall I expound the witch's many sins? Truly, she is an offender against Thay, and must be punished."

At Aiwe's words Edwin scowls suspiciously, but then grins and reveals a gold tooth. "You are an astute one, to not put a wizard of my class above such things. However, if a noble mage may stoop to such trickery, what might a lowly adventurer such as yourselves be capable of?" Lacquered fingernails drum on the tabletop, and then he nods.

A spectral hand appears carrying a very real pouch of gold coins. "200 now, and twice that again when the witch is dead. (Vile deceiver that she is!)"
Mar 13, 2023 9:40 pm
Aiwë looks at the gold. "That isn't half. Of course, you are but a foreigner and don't know who you speak to. (Perhaps I overestimated his eye.) Look at us. At our gear." She gestures to the group. They had cared for their gear appropriately, but it was obviously recently and thoroughly used. "We are effective and in high demand. The best you can find in this town, for certain. (Simians, he called them?). We won't be out of work long. Three hundred now, three hundred when we return."

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

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