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Sweet. Yeah, Brickadin has a hard time telling different wizards apart. These guys all look the same.
Edit: I still think we need a name for our party. There's a lot of coin to be gained by having people know you by a catchy name. All the good merceneries have catchy names. Now that we've survived a turn to stone death curse, killed a baby god, mostly killed a kraken cult, and surely accomplished a bunch of other heroic things, what name will they call when they need our help?
How about Brick's Bashers?
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Do we really want our name to be more out there? we have done some pretty shady stuff.
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Well, we've been kind of stealthy about most of it I think? Apart from the latest escapades of Barin and Zanros that is, but if they bought the lies then and there, I can't really think of anything that would come back to bite us later. The only ones we know that want us dead for sure is John Strange and the kraken cultists, right?
The Collector might want us dead, maybe not. I guess we don't know what else Arinidena told the Thalassans before they burned his forest... Either way, it's all criminal elements or enemies of the state. We're the good guys for sure! :D
I edited in a thing in the write-up about how Barin fooled the mages since that was pretty brilliant, and Zanros probably wants to hear it. After the part about stone cold Barin the crusher of skulls: He also told us about how the third of the plates summoned forth some sort of love sick harlot, and that after the cadets had slain her, and he had slain them, he clad the dead harlot in a blue robe he had bought in Calonia and threw her on the fire. He then arranged the bodies in a pattern resembling a combat, and told the wizards at the academy that they had been attacked by Kraken cultists.
Here's the notes I have on the plates. Are they correct?
Brickadin's plate - A finger falls off
1 - Untested? 2 - Makes the eater weaker? 3 - Scantily clad snuggle harlot appears. 4 - Makes someone fall in love with the eater. 5 - Piglet!
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Yeah I think that you have the notes on the plates correctly. Ill have to test plate #3 some more though, just to make sure it works you know.
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Should we then also get matching colors for our party, and secret code names. Oh yes we can do it we will take over the world. By creating the world largest problem solving company.
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A dastardly plan. You just make them completely dependent on you solving all of their problems, until they are not longer capable of going to the market and buying food on their own. Then you threaten them with starvation unless they make you their kings. Afterwards, you notice that a system with 5 kings does not work that well, and start attempting to murder each other because there can only be one.
On you resume so far: Cleaned out a millers pond.... and that's about it regarding problems solved.
Different topic: It would be nice if you could all pick your languages now.
And what is going on with Zanros randomly disappearing all the time? It would be nice if you could inform us beforehands if you come or not.
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Hey now, don't go downplaying us. We cleaned out the witch cave, cleared the name of the riverside "witches" to the Calonians and crippled a Marrakeshian deathsquad/kraken cultist squad too.
We've got the possible rescue of Merryweather just waiting for us too, once the wizards at the academy settle down a bit after the "attack".
<enter name here>, Putting things right in the world!
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I guess my languages are Tradespeak, Tarish (native), Akkadian,Al-Alvaril
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tradespeak, Rhuzdul, Khruzdul, and whichever ancient language dwarf monks would be most likely to know.
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No Khuzdûl?
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Dwarves don't let their languages die, they are too stubborn for that "My great-grandfather spoke like this, my grandfather spoke like this, my father spoke like this, and i also speak like this."
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So if i get this right, the dwarfs can actully not speak with each other without us understanding it? or is there i common dwarf language all dwarfs understand?
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They can understand each other. The languages in some groups are similar enough for that to work, think modern day scandinavian languages. You will sound weird to each other, and sometimes use words that are not part of the other language, but you can communicate.
This is true for the dwarven languages (Those are actually so similar that someone who does not have one of them as a native language can't even determine which one is being used), the languages of the northern Kingdoms, and Thallassian/Jivari.
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What if i tell you i do not understand swedish, at all!
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Visst gör du det. Är du fullständigt sinnessjuk? Nog förstår du detta, min käre präst? :D
Participation this saturday 16:00 CET confirmed by the way!
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i actully understood it ;( you just destroyed my point
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Next playtime will be Saturday, May 18th, at 16:00
Also, what is up with Zanros? Are you completely gone now and don't want to play anymore, or just on holidays or something like that and don't have time at the moment?
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Here comes another huge post of what went down from Brickadin's perspective!
Before leaving the Academy of magic we actually let Siedelbrom know about Merryweather’s whereabouts. He told us he would investigate on his own in due time, probably in a month and a half or so, but didn’t want us to escort him. We then went to pick up Ragosion’s love Beatrice on the way to Calonia, who said she doesn’t have anything holding her down. She will accompany Ragosion and wash and cook for us. As long as she doesn’t get in the way I suppose that’s fine. Some of the others have become a bit stinky.
During our travel we established a watch rotation. I’m taking first watch, followed by Barin, Ragosion and lastly Beatrice. Philipp explained his absence by stating that there is not enough hours in a night for everyone to take a shift, and that Beatrice can cook us breakfast on her watch. I suppose he’s got a point.
When we were camped out by a small creak, Beatrice wasn’t satisfied just washing our clothes, but opened her mouth and encouraged Philipp to hold a sermon and preach the word of Veritas. I had water in my ears for most of it, but it was about some lying lion king who lost his kingdom because of his lies. At least he had gotten to the throne and enjoyed himself for a while I suppose, which is far better than most of us get to do in this world. I’m not sure if the story told whether he got there by lying or not.
When we arrived in Calonia we were let in without any fuss, and without having to part with any gold, which was rather strange. It got even stranger when no one in our regular inn the Horses Head noticed us either. No amount of shouting, stealing drinks, pouring drinks or drinking drinks seemed to make a difference to these people. My first thought was of Arinidena and that this was some sort of fey trickery. How strong is his influence outside the mirror? The wizards were very worried about it after all. Barin said he had gotten enough of Arinidena the last time he spoke with him, and handed the mirror to Philipp who showed Arinidena the strange behavior of the guests at the inn. Arinidena seemed confused about what that would have to do with him, and we left it at that... Then Ragosion cast some sort of spell, and told us something was indeed very wrong, magic was all around.
At this point I realized it was the perfect opportunity to take my revenge on the horse dealer in this city. For being an outright bastard of a man, and refusing to deal with dwarves, I took 44 gold off his person, killed his finest horse, and Barin got a good slap in as well. I’m not sure he’ll ever come back to his senses so that his punishment will actually be felt, but I can now at least cross his name from the book of grudges. Notable was that even the horse did not notice us, had to be dragged out, and didn’t even move as I chopped it up. We must be dealing with very strong magics.
As I cleaned myself up in the city bath house, we finally saw another man who wasn’t caught in the spell. He was some poor beggar who lives in a shack east of town, and was in the middle of taking full advantage of the fact that no one notices him. When he was finished bathing he was going to go to the church to dance naked at the altar, he said. Lucky for him the holy men of my group all worship other gods. From this we could establish further that the spell was indeed on the city, and not on us as we had feared in the beginning. We tried to investigate some more, checked on the wizards in town, checked in the church and came across the naked man again. Philipp arranged to meet with him in the inn later in the evening, but the beggar never showed up.
We decided to camp outside of the spell’s limit for the night, just to be safe. I can’t quite remember why, but I ended up challenging Barin in an arm wrestling match for five gold pieces, and he actually somehow managed to beat me, even in a best of three. I must have strained a muscle from all the horse chopping I had done earlier that day.
The next day Ragosion cast another spell from outside the city and explained to us that it was under a huge half sphere of some kind of magical influence. We went back into town to see if we could find anything else, and this time we went to Patron Kareem, the highest authority in town, and investigated his documents, while he was sitting at the desk.
Barin found a message from Jarlesville and the most venerable Arch-Angel Kaziel, if I remember correctly. It said that war is close, and then some business about getting the militia ready. That message was nine days old, and the most recent, proper document we could find was two days old, about as old as the spell probably.
Our last idea was to bring someone outside of town to see if they would snap out of it, and so Barin and I carried none other than Patron Kareem himself off, but to no avail. He was still seemingly carrying out his tasks, even though no tool or paper was in front of him. Out of ideas of what we ourselves could do to help, we settled for it having to be one of two options: going north to the Academy of Magic, or west to the angels of Jarlesville. With Patron Kareem already within grasp, we decided to bring him along and go west. Maybe this would also be a chance to improve our reputation over there. For this task we borrowed a wagon, and Philipp made sure to leave a note behind, which I then stamped with Kareem’s official seal of approval.
While camping out on the road to Jarlesville we all awoke on Barin’s watch to screaming and crossbow fire. When I managed to rush out of my tent we were already in full combat. Six brigands in bits and pieces of military wear, one carrying a crossbow and the others with short swords had apparently surprised Barin. In combat Ragosion unleashed a mighty smattering of fire bolts, killing two former privates presumably, and softening up the leader as well. He almost burned his tent and his mistress to the ground in the process, but dealt a substantial amount of damage. Barin held his own against three men for a while, before letting his mace do to one bandit what it did to those poor cadets back up north. I felled one of them in a single forceful blow, and then went to work on the leader of the pack, whom we later found out to be a former sergeant. Philipp was out of bed long enough to hit one of them on the head a couple of times, and with the way the battle was turning out for these bastards, that was enough to send him running. Finally, I clocked the sergeant over the head with the flat side of my axe to thoroughly knock him out.
An excellent opportunity to earn some extra gold was my thought. Deserters often turn to robbery to survive, and more often than not there is a price on their head. And here we were with 5 of them, all ready to be turned in once we got to Jarlesville, where we were arriving shortly anyway. The others were a bit hesitant at first, Beatrice and Philipp especially wanted to burn the bodies. I’m not going to give up earned gold that easily though, so we tied up the surviving man and then piled him and the bodies up in the carriage with Patron Kareem. With Philipp and Beatrice also riding in there, our cargo was now almost big enough to populate a small Thalassian city.
During our ride west, Philipp, Ragosion and Barin tried to interrogate the sergeant. They got a few words out of him, but most of it was curses and bile. Ragosion got him to reveal that there probably indeed was a bounty on his head at least.
The next night while the rest of us slept, Philipp and Beatrice got up and burned the bodies on a huge pyre. Hells bells and whistles in a bread box! Why would they go and do something stupid like that? A few more days out in the air wouldn’t do them any harm. After chewing them out about it, explaining to them that I will take that gold out of their share of any future loot, we went on our way again. They had even burned their armor, swords, and everything. What was left was deformed by the fire, and even if it hadn’t been, selling military issued equipment might bring more trouble than it’s worth. We’ll have to take a closer look at the broadsword we still have from the sergeant and then decide what to do with it.
When we got to Jarlesville we had to pass by more guards than usual before being allowed in to the inner city. The first guard I persuaded with a golden coin, the second one Philipp confused with philosophical arguments. Inspector Scarati recognized the deserter and gave us 25 gold for the sergeant, and said we’d get 10 gold for a private. Their heads apparently being all that is required.
Commander Naraiel listened to our story and had a look at Patron Kareem. He didn’t fully trust us, but went off to investigate the matter. Meanwhile we are to be some form of cross breed between guests and prisoners, and are advised to remain within the inner city.
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Thanks again for those nice writeups, i really enjoy them every time.
Now, since i'd like to get better at this and give you the best possible experience, i'd like to have some feedback. I'd specifically like to have some answers to the following questions:
Which NPC did you like the most so far? Which important NPC was the most forgettable? Which part of the story did you like the most/the least? What do you think is going on with Calonia? What was the shadowthing? What do you think is going to happen next? Subjectively, what part of the game do you like the most? Anything else i forgot? Language: English is not my native language, are there any really annoying things i do that i should get rid off?
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