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| rewards = Dancing Scarf, Lifting Belt, Masquerade Scarf, Smoke Veil, | | rewards = Dancing Scarf, Lifting Belt, Masquerade Scarf, Smoke Veil, 72 gp, 250 xp | ||
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Associates deliver urgently needed scrolls, urgently needed swords, and unneeded corpses to their various destinations. | Associates deliver urgently needed scrolls, urgently needed swords, and unneeded corpses to their various destinations. | ||
== Log == | == Log == | ||
'''<big>Ominous Portents</big>''' | |||
Assembled in an alleyway at the appointed time, we were greeted by Mr. Rednow the Wonderous and given our task: Take a bag of approximately 20 gold pieces, buy an array of listed scrolls from a specific store, and return with the scrolls. We've been here before- not literally, of course, but Aruwyn and I both sunk quickly into the depressing realization that this may very well be a repeat of the most recent "simple task" we were set upon. I braced myself for the inevitable chain of dominoes that would once again get at least one of us cut down mercilessly by a caricature of a person who had stolen someone's sword or something. | Assembled in an alleyway at the appointed time, we were greeted by Mr. Rednow the Wonderous and given our task: Take a bag of approximately 20 gold pieces, buy an array of listed scrolls from a specific store, and return with the scrolls. We've been here before- not literally, of course, but Aruwyn and I both sunk quickly into the depressing realization that this may very well be a repeat of the most recent "simple task" we were set upon. I braced myself for the inevitable chain of dominoes that would once again get at least one of us cut down mercilessly by a caricature of a person who had stolen someone's sword or something. | ||
We arrived at the shop in question, and most of the party had gone in. Aruwyn and I got coffee at a local cafe instead, bought a bagel with lox for Mips. It's pretty nice being in a town, civilization at all, really. A nice breeze in a street corner eatery is quite the luxury I'm not used to. Coffee was well-roasted and the pastries quite good, the bagel looked quite nice as well, hopefully Mips enjoyed it. I missed what happened in Dōll's Scrolls and Rolls. I was told Mips threatened Dōll at gunpoint (proud of him) and Pip is going to report them to the authorities or something. Anyway, we're sidetracked to fix another problem, so we can get the scrolls which was very much my and Aruwyn's expectation. A Goggles Keeneye offered to smooth things over and, when blessedly interrupted before entering a monologue, bid us deliver a prop sword to | We arrived at the shop in question, and most of the party had gone in. Aruwyn and I got coffee at a local cafe instead, bought a bagel with lox for Mips. It's pretty nice being in a town, civilization at all, really. A nice breeze in a street corner eatery is quite the luxury I'm not used to. Coffee was well-roasted and the pastries quite good, the bagel looked quite nice as well, hopefully Mips enjoyed it. I missed what happened in Dōll's Scrolls and Rolls. I was told Mips threatened Dōll at gunpoint (proud of him) and Pip is going to report them to the authorities or something. Anyway, we're sidetracked to fix another problem, so we can get the scrolls which was very much my and Aruwyn's expectation. A Goggles Keeneye offered to smooth things over and, when blessedly interrupted before entering a monologue, bid us deliver a prop sword to Elizar Mantlecloak in exchange for the real one to give to a Dhorli Glimmerblade. Fragile was confident that it'd be over and done with there- I admire the optimism. | ||
'''<big>The Price of Show Business</big>''' | |||
Arriving at the Markmuse Theatre, we were let inside by a kindly man after making him aware we were there to deliver the sword. I just stormed my way directly backstage. I'm sure the performance was genre-defining or whatever, but I wasn't going to rest for a minute until I knew if we were going another layer down into another task in the chain. No time for bullshit. It was something about a tragedy and a phoenix and its hairstylist or something. Not sure how that works when they don't have hair, but who am I to question high arte? | |||
We'd arrived just in time to make the exchange, appease the '18+6 gods of show business' and purportedly save the show. We handed the sword over, (which may still have been a bit too hot for Elizar, my fault,) and found the real sword was gone. Stolen, as a matter of fact, by a group of halfling brigands. He talked at length about their danger, but it was clearly the only path forward, and Ione and Fragile seemed itching for a fight. Aruwyn managed to extort a small reward out of Elizar, which was very appealing to Pip and the poor man had buckled under the pressure. | |||
We | |||
'''<big>"Mips think tragedy come soon."</big>''' | |||
We track down the brigands, led by Boggle the Big, at their apparent headquarters. I ask politely about the sword, and we head on in. He's very insistent about not handing over the sword, asserting that he'd lose social credit with ''some people equally unimportant'' by handing it over under any circumstances. Aruwyn cut the diplomacy short by ordering Mips to shoot Boggle, and the room became a melee. Pip intercepted Boggle's lunge that had been intended for me, falling suddenly to the devastating strike. Aruwyn conjured illusions of walls, and halfling fighters threw fireworks around the room while Ione quickly patched up Pip's wounds and got her back in the fight. | We track down the brigands, led by Boggle the Big, at their apparent headquarters. I ask politely about the sword, and we head on in. He's very insistent about not handing over the sword, asserting that he'd lose social credit with ''some people equally unimportant'' by handing it over under any circumstances. Aruwyn cut the diplomacy short by ordering Mips to shoot Boggle, and the room became a melee. Pip intercepted Boggle's lunge that had been intended for me, falling suddenly to the devastating strike. Aruwyn conjured illusions of walls, and halfling fighters threw fireworks around the room while Ione quickly patched up Pip's wounds and got her back in the fight. | ||
The luck that had been with the halflings at the outset quickly abandoned them. Boggle was cut down unceremoniously, his lackeys followed one after the other. Fighting through the illusory walls was a strange and uniquely miserable experience, but it was over fairly quickly with no more serious injuries across the team. After a brief search, we had found the real sword (emblazoned with a hammy motto) while I loaded the newly minted corpses onto a cart for transport. At the very least the last expedition had a body count of 'none', I'm not sure if anyone will really miss the halflings but I wasn't looking forward to more work after we were done. Rest in peace, Biggest Boy (and company). | The luck that had been with the halflings at the outset quickly abandoned them. Boggle was cut down unceremoniously, his lackeys followed one after the other. Fighting through the illusory walls was a strange and uniquely miserable experience, but it was over fairly quickly with no more serious injuries across the team. After a brief search, we had found the real sword (emblazoned with a hammy motto) while I loaded the newly minted corpses onto a cart for transport. At the very least the last expedition had a body count of 'none', I'm not sure if anyone will really miss the halflings but I wasn't looking forward to more work after we were done. Rest in peace, Biggest Boy (and company). | ||
'''<big>Adopt a Dog</big>''' | |||
While loading the cart I was approached by masked men from every angle, more bandits of some sort. They were all dog-themed. Their leader, the self-described Brass Beagle, made some talk about wanting to be a Wolf of Gold? I didn't really catch their drift and I wasn't handing over the real sword, so they charged at us to take it. I melted the Labrador instantly, which sent the rest of them into a rage, at least until they must have realized they were doomed. Beagle got cut down while 'tactically repositioning' away from us, Terrier was shot in the back of the head while running against Ione's snare spell. Doberman also met his end while turning tail, leaving Greyhound the sole survivor, having been tackled by Fragile. I suppose one life saved is something of a win. | While loading the cart I was approached by masked men from every angle, more bandits of some sort. They were all dog-themed. Their leader, the self-described Brass Beagle, made some talk about wanting to be a Wolf of Gold? I didn't really catch their drift and I wasn't handing over the real sword, so they charged at us to take it. I melted the Labrador instantly, which sent the rest of them into a rage, at least until they must have realized they were doomed. Beagle got cut down while 'tactically repositioning' away from us, Terrier was shot in the back of the head while running against Ione's snare spell. Doberman also met his end while turning tail, leaving Greyhound the sole survivor, having been tackled by Fragile. I suppose one life saved is something of a win. | ||
Naturally it was time for a long ethics debate over whether one of the others claiming Greyhound counted as coerced employment, indentured servitude, or outright slavery. I was already loading the cart with the ''yet more bodies'' with Pip shortly after the dogs had started fleeing, and had no stake in this, really. I still think it sounded like basically slavery, but I was assured we'd be sending him instead off to an acquaintance of his who was now living a more modest and honest life. If I can't trust associates, I can't trust anyone here, so we'll let sleeping dogs lie. We were running short on time now, so I hailed the first guardsman I found to take the cart and Greyhound back to Trimarket. | |||
'''<big>"What would Abadar say?"</big>''' | |||
Without a ride of some sort, we sprinted through the streets to make it to Dhorli at the Northern Gate before he was due to leave. Clearing our way though a construction site, an ongoing duel, Fragile crashing (literally) through a hall of mirrors, and us amicably handshaking our way through the Markmuse post-performance parade, we made it to a burning building just short of the gate. I ran straight past it, of course, what could I do? I couldn't Quench flames when I had exhausted my reserves melting bandits earlier. It was right next to the river, anyway. Pip, carrying the sword, had run in at some point behind us, and rescued a cat for 4 gold coins, in the name of divine Abadar. I'd lost sight of Aruwyn before the hall of mirrors, but she caught back up with us. In the meantime, Fragile and Ione managed to find Dhorli and Pip arrived with the sword. | |||
Dhorli Glimmerblade, none the wiser to having a prop sword until now, was grateful we'd brought him the real one. The party was quick to extort a reward, Mips threatening to destroy the sword (proud of him, but please not in the name of greed), in the name of divine Abadar. We made our way back past the ebbing fireday crowds, we found Keeneye and Dōll and bought the scrolls we originally came for. Mips promised them a one-star review, something I didn't really catch the meaning of, while Ione mused about the day's strangeness. Returning to Rednow, we dropped the scrolls off and split our takings. | |||
'''<big>Afterword</big>''' | |||
So, a success. Overall, I'd say it was not as bad as I expected, but I am of course returning to 8 fresh corpses needing cleaning, embalming, and dressing. So, it's pretty bad for me. Not a clue what the dogs believed, do they have a dog faith? Do I make the grave marker a bone shape? They each have a mask, maybe I mount those instead. I should just ask Greyhound before I get even more of a headache, I suppose. He'll want to see his friends off, anyway. They're probably not coming back. | So, a success. Overall, I'd say it was not as bad as I expected, but I am of course returning to 8 fresh corpses needing cleaning, embalming, and dressing. So, it's pretty bad for me. Not a clue what the dogs believed, do they have a dog faith? Do I make the grave marker a bone shape? They each have a mask, maybe I mount those instead. I should just ask Greyhound before I get even more of a headache, I suppose. He'll want to see his friends off, anyway. They're probably not coming back. | ||
Latest revision as of 19:48, 31 October 2025
| I NEED SCROLLS PLEASE FETCH ME SCROLLS | |
|---|---|
| Date | 9/22/25 |
| Storyteller | johnnysupernova |
| Tier | Trainee |
| Player Characters | Aruwyn, Claire Casca, Fragile Garnier, Ione Icesickle, Pip, Mips |
| Rewards | Dancing Scarf, Lifting Belt, Masquerade Scarf, Smoke Veil, 72 gp, 250 xp |
| Result | Success |
| Author | Claire Casca (Kekona) |
| Downtime | 1 |
Associates deliver urgently needed scrolls, urgently needed swords, and unneeded corpses to their various destinations.
Log
Ominous Portents
Assembled in an alleyway at the appointed time, we were greeted by Mr. Rednow the Wonderous and given our task: Take a bag of approximately 20 gold pieces, buy an array of listed scrolls from a specific store, and return with the scrolls. We've been here before- not literally, of course, but Aruwyn and I both sunk quickly into the depressing realization that this may very well be a repeat of the most recent "simple task" we were set upon. I braced myself for the inevitable chain of dominoes that would once again get at least one of us cut down mercilessly by a caricature of a person who had stolen someone's sword or something.
We arrived at the shop in question, and most of the party had gone in. Aruwyn and I got coffee at a local cafe instead, bought a bagel with lox for Mips. It's pretty nice being in a town, civilization at all, really. A nice breeze in a street corner eatery is quite the luxury I'm not used to. Coffee was well-roasted and the pastries quite good, the bagel looked quite nice as well, hopefully Mips enjoyed it. I missed what happened in Dōll's Scrolls and Rolls. I was told Mips threatened Dōll at gunpoint (proud of him) and Pip is going to report them to the authorities or something. Anyway, we're sidetracked to fix another problem, so we can get the scrolls which was very much my and Aruwyn's expectation. A Goggles Keeneye offered to smooth things over and, when blessedly interrupted before entering a monologue, bid us deliver a prop sword to Elizar Mantlecloak in exchange for the real one to give to a Dhorli Glimmerblade. Fragile was confident that it'd be over and done with there- I admire the optimism.
The Price of Show Business
Arriving at the Markmuse Theatre, we were let inside by a kindly man after making him aware we were there to deliver the sword. I just stormed my way directly backstage. I'm sure the performance was genre-defining or whatever, but I wasn't going to rest for a minute until I knew if we were going another layer down into another task in the chain. No time for bullshit. It was something about a tragedy and a phoenix and its hairstylist or something. Not sure how that works when they don't have hair, but who am I to question high arte?
We'd arrived just in time to make the exchange, appease the '18+6 gods of show business' and purportedly save the show. We handed the sword over, (which may still have been a bit too hot for Elizar, my fault,) and found the real sword was gone. Stolen, as a matter of fact, by a group of halfling brigands. He talked at length about their danger, but it was clearly the only path forward, and Ione and Fragile seemed itching for a fight. Aruwyn managed to extort a small reward out of Elizar, which was very appealing to Pip and the poor man had buckled under the pressure.
"Mips think tragedy come soon."
We track down the brigands, led by Boggle the Big, at their apparent headquarters. I ask politely about the sword, and we head on in. He's very insistent about not handing over the sword, asserting that he'd lose social credit with some people equally unimportant by handing it over under any circumstances. Aruwyn cut the diplomacy short by ordering Mips to shoot Boggle, and the room became a melee. Pip intercepted Boggle's lunge that had been intended for me, falling suddenly to the devastating strike. Aruwyn conjured illusions of walls, and halfling fighters threw fireworks around the room while Ione quickly patched up Pip's wounds and got her back in the fight.
The luck that had been with the halflings at the outset quickly abandoned them. Boggle was cut down unceremoniously, his lackeys followed one after the other. Fighting through the illusory walls was a strange and uniquely miserable experience, but it was over fairly quickly with no more serious injuries across the team. After a brief search, we had found the real sword (emblazoned with a hammy motto) while I loaded the newly minted corpses onto a cart for transport. At the very least the last expedition had a body count of 'none', I'm not sure if anyone will really miss the halflings but I wasn't looking forward to more work after we were done. Rest in peace, Biggest Boy (and company).
Adopt a Dog
While loading the cart I was approached by masked men from every angle, more bandits of some sort. They were all dog-themed. Their leader, the self-described Brass Beagle, made some talk about wanting to be a Wolf of Gold? I didn't really catch their drift and I wasn't handing over the real sword, so they charged at us to take it. I melted the Labrador instantly, which sent the rest of them into a rage, at least until they must have realized they were doomed. Beagle got cut down while 'tactically repositioning' away from us, Terrier was shot in the back of the head while running against Ione's snare spell. Doberman also met his end while turning tail, leaving Greyhound the sole survivor, having been tackled by Fragile. I suppose one life saved is something of a win.
Naturally it was time for a long ethics debate over whether one of the others claiming Greyhound counted as coerced employment, indentured servitude, or outright slavery. I was already loading the cart with the yet more bodies with Pip shortly after the dogs had started fleeing, and had no stake in this, really. I still think it sounded like basically slavery, but I was assured we'd be sending him instead off to an acquaintance of his who was now living a more modest and honest life. If I can't trust associates, I can't trust anyone here, so we'll let sleeping dogs lie. We were running short on time now, so I hailed the first guardsman I found to take the cart and Greyhound back to Trimarket.
"What would Abadar say?"
Without a ride of some sort, we sprinted through the streets to make it to Dhorli at the Northern Gate before he was due to leave. Clearing our way though a construction site, an ongoing duel, Fragile crashing (literally) through a hall of mirrors, and us amicably handshaking our way through the Markmuse post-performance parade, we made it to a burning building just short of the gate. I ran straight past it, of course, what could I do? I couldn't Quench flames when I had exhausted my reserves melting bandits earlier. It was right next to the river, anyway. Pip, carrying the sword, had run in at some point behind us, and rescued a cat for 4 gold coins, in the name of divine Abadar. I'd lost sight of Aruwyn before the hall of mirrors, but she caught back up with us. In the meantime, Fragile and Ione managed to find Dhorli and Pip arrived with the sword.
Dhorli Glimmerblade, none the wiser to having a prop sword until now, was grateful we'd brought him the real one. The party was quick to extort a reward, Mips threatening to destroy the sword (proud of him, but please not in the name of greed), in the name of divine Abadar. We made our way back past the ebbing fireday crowds, we found Keeneye and Dōll and bought the scrolls we originally came for. Mips promised them a one-star review, something I didn't really catch the meaning of, while Ione mused about the day's strangeness. Returning to Rednow, we dropped the scrolls off and split our takings.
Afterword
So, a success. Overall, I'd say it was not as bad as I expected, but I am of course returning to 8 fresh corpses needing cleaning, embalming, and dressing. So, it's pretty bad for me. Not a clue what the dogs believed, do they have a dog faith? Do I make the grave marker a bone shape? They each have a mask, maybe I mount those instead. I should just ask Greyhound before I get even more of a headache, I suppose. He'll want to see his friends off, anyway. They're probably not coming back.