4. Silvershield Estate

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Jun 9, 2024 5:03 pm
The party arrives back at the Silvershield estate after investigating Skie's 'abduction'. It's late afternoon.

Jaheira and Khalid are currently meeting with Duke Entar, but the heroes can crash that party if they like. Otherwise, the Zhents are standing by and expecting to be given instruction.
Jun 9, 2024 8:34 pm
The party first meets with the Zhents.

Xzar and Montaron, bickering as always, stop long enough to focus their attention on Aiwe as she gives instructions. She sets the two against Eldoth Kron, the man who stole away Duke Silvershield's daughter. To ensure the Zhents' cooperation, she assures them that Eldoth is an agent of the Iron Throne, and that harassing him and his allies will help to bring about the Iron Throne's downfall.

Montaron rubs his malevolent little hands together. "Right! My blade's been thirstin' fer blood today, an' glad I am ta appease it!"

To which the party immediately makes clear that the pair aren't to use lethal force or cause unnecessary harm to anyone. That causes immediate complaints, but eventually the Zhents agree to comply by the party's rules.

"Don' know why they need us if nobody needs killed ta death."

"Why, Monty! Don't you see? It's another test. When we do this job with our hands tied, they'll wonder what we can do when unhampered by such restrictions. Imagine it, Monty! Imagine."

The pair head off to the Docks District to begin their activities.
Jun 9, 2024 8:39 pm
Eventually the Harpers finish their long meeting with Duke Entar.

Upon entering the Duke's office, they find Entar and Aldous quietly seated, apparently both mulling over deep thoughts. They perk up though when Skie's mentioned.

"What have you learned?" Entar asks. His eyes are slightly bloodshot. "When will we have my daughter safely returned?"
Jun 9, 2024 9:01 pm
"Your daughter has gotten mixed up with a charlatan by the name of Eldoth Kron. She has been helping him run various cons and scams. They’re planning on using this money to run away together" Dieter reports. Dieter motions for Aiwë to finish the report
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Jun 9, 2024 10:40 pm
"Skie seems to not be a hostage. She is obviously head over heels for the man and he is taking advantage, but public consensus is that he only cares about what she can do for him." Aiwë drums her fingers on her arms. "Still, violence isn't his style. It is highly unlikely he will actually bring physical harm to Skie even if provoked, but he should be taken very seriously, especially if we are waving words like 'noose' around."

"Skie herself should be taken even more seriously. She's already picked a side, and how this is handled will either change her decision or cement it forever."
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Jun 10, 2024 3:08 am
Receiving such a confirmation this morning might have sent the Duke into a rage (or more of one). But after a day of meetings and relived emotions, Entar can only close his eyes in pain. Pain at this rift in the family. Pain at his parenting failure. Pain at being a single father with too much on his plate.
Jun 10, 2024 3:08 am
After a long moment Aldous speaks up. "Father, you don't have to worry about any of this. Leave it to me. I'll make sure she's brought home-"
Jun 10, 2024 3:10 am
Entar holds up a hand to gently cut Aldous off. "No. Skie's my daughter..." His voice catches, overcome with emotion. But he clears his throat and continues. "I have no doubt that you could bring her home safely, Aldous. Thank you. But she deserves to have her father show up himself. With an apology."
Jun 10, 2024 3:21 am
Dieter is suprised at Entar’s reaction. He didn’t know that the man could Finish a sentence without waving dismissively.
Jun 10, 2024 3:24 am
In many ways the Duke's reaction is what she hoped, and Aiwë is pleased. In many ways she is very, very sad.

"We are here to assist, my Lord. I would be happy to help with anything that is needed. I'm sure there are many things that could be lifted from your plate to make things easier for tonight, even if not directly related to Skie."
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Jun 10, 2024 3:36 am
Duke Silvershield looks at the clock on the wall. "I had my schedule cleared today, so I don't have much pressing me at the moment. But thank you, Aiwe."

He lifts himself from his seat, seeming to have aged a decade. "If you all will excuse me, I will prepare myself for tonight."
Jun 13, 2024 2:02 am
OOC:
Continuing this scene from this point in the context of the intragroup struggles!
Aldous beckons for Stella to come sit with him. He looks weary, as though he's gone a night or two without sleep, even though it's only been some hours since the group saw him last. But he manages to smile at her through his weariness. "Stella! How did you like your afternoon in Baldur's Gate? I'm sorry I wasn't there to show you the shops and things, I-"

He cocks his head and squints at her. "Oh Stella! Have you been crying? What's the matter?"
Jun 13, 2024 2:12 am
"Actually, my Lord," Aiwë speaks up before Entar can leave. "There has been a change in plans. Stella will update you, and then I will share some information relevant to the mission that about I learned after the meeting at Wyrm's Rock concluded." She settles into an obedient soldier's pose and waits for Stella to continue.
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Jun 13, 2024 2:19 am
Entar pauses and turns to Aiwe. "Ah. Yes, please do. The more information we have, the better." His face looks tired, but his eyes are focused on Stella.
Jun 13, 2024 3:31 am
With eyes that have seemingly lost their luster, Stella forces herself to walk slowly, but still smoothly over to Aldous and sits next to him.

She notices his weariness, and her eye-stars reflect just a bit of teal. What happened in the last couple hours?, she wondered, momentarily distracted from her morosity by her concern for him.
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"Oh Stella! Have you been crying? What's the matter?"
"I'm..." Should she tell them now? She could wait for Aiwë to finish her report. She glances over to find Aiwë clearly waiting for her. In her lifelong friend's face, she could still see that look of shock and betrayal she had seen earlier. She looks away. She had to tell them. Otherwise, she was just prolonging false hope.

"I'm going home," she says quietly, staring off dully. "Aiwë insists on joining and returning once I'm back in Kuldahar. I'd like to come back...eventually. Maybe after this is all over. But, right now, I'm..." Her eyes glisten slightly, but she forces the tears back. She would not embarrass herself any more than she already had. "...too much a danger to everyone. My powers have become unpredictable," And the rest of me, too. "I can't trust myself, and I don't know that anyone else can either."

She knew she was being vague. She'd explain further if he asked. But she didn't want to spill it all over them like a shattered bottle of ink. She was already too much a burden on Aiwë. She didn't want to permanently ruin her changes with Aldous and be a burden to him too. Snapple gobs, I probably already am after dropping that fireball.

She swallows and waits for their responses.
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Jun 13, 2024 4:06 am
"Once Stella is escorted safely home I will return as quickly as time or magic will allow," Aiwë confirms.
Jun 13, 2024 4:21 am
Aldous looks as though he's taken a pike through the chest. He looks around at everyone as though to clue him in to a joke or something. Finding no hope there, he looks back to Stella. "You're... leaving."

"It's funny you should say that," he says as he enfolds her in his arms. "The only place I feel I belong is beside you. Wherever that may be."

"...right when I need you the most, my family, my city... the things I've learned today, I... you're just..."

Stella puts a hand on Aldous' shoulder, raises herself on her toes, and gently presses her lips to his.

It wasn't a long or deep kiss. But it was a tender and caring one.


His gaze drops. He clears his throat and blinks several times. "Forgive me, I just... need a moment..." He moves quickly, unsteadily towards the door. As he leaves, he starts to look over his shoulder. "...Bye."

And he's gone.
Jun 13, 2024 4:21 am
Entar Silvershield, one of the Grand Dukes of Baldur's Gate, wears an unreadable expression as he watches his son leave.

"Might I please have a moment with Miss Melerelel." He looks at Dieter and Aiwe, letting them know his words are a polite dismissal. "I would speak with her alone."

He gestures towards a padded chair. "If you would... Stella."
Jun 13, 2024 4:30 am
Aiwë hesitates. Stella is still in danger... but the Duke has his own guards. She needs a moment too. She nods once, and departs.

In the hall she sees Aldous darting away. Once more a hesitation. She is so tired. Besides, without Stella between them, who is he to her? She closes her eyes. Someone who needs her.

"Aldous, wait!" She elbows Dieter and waves for him to follow her.
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Jun 13, 2024 4:36 am
Dieter runs after Aiwë
Jun 13, 2024 4:36 am
Aldous doesn't slow his pace, but doesn't flee from Aiwe and Dieter either. He just... goes. And ends up in Koveras' room.

The half-orc looks up from his desk in surprise, then curses and stands just in time to catch incoming Aldous. Koveras' wide eyes go over Aldous' shoulder and over to Aiwe. What?
Jun 13, 2024 4:38 am
Aldous clings to the large half-orc for a moment before stepping back. "She's leaving. She's going home... Today, of all days..."
Jun 13, 2024 4:41 am
Koveras fumbles for words. "Stella? Stella's leaving? I..." Another curse, directed at himself this time. Then he sits Aldous down on the edge of the bed. "Did... she say why?"
Jun 13, 2024 4:42 am
Aldous puts his face in his hands. "...no. Not really. Something about being dangerous."

He sniffs and wipes his eyes, then turns to Stella and Dieter. "What is going on? What... happened?"
Jun 13, 2024 4:52 am
Dieter walks over and sits on the bed aswell. His armour uncharacteristically clacks and squeaks. He puts a hand on Aldous’ back

"She got scared Aldous. And I think she was afraid that we’d all get hurt, you especially." Dieter says.

"You have to remember we came here for a bit of tourism, instead they got caught up in a war." he turns to Aiwë

"Help me."
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Jun 13, 2024 5:02 am
Distracted as she is, Aiwë doesn't realize where Aldous is heading until it's too late. She tries to back up but she bumps into Dieter behind her in the doorway. Then she's seen.

"It's her magic again," she says, committing to the entrance and straightening her spine. "Her visions. She talked to Duke Jannath and the news was really bad. I can't share it." She frowns apologetically. "It's too dangerous." She searches for words, comfort for Aldous, defense for Stella, reassurance for herself. They come without conviction. "Its overwhelming, and she's terrified. It's too much for... one person to handle. Something has to be done and... her parents are very powerful people so..." Aiwë shrugs, and the gesture looks both hollow and heavy.

"She wants to go home. I'm taking her, but I'll turn right around and come back. I'm hoping Duke Jannath can teleport us and I won't lose much time." Her reassurance comes without energy.
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Jun 13, 2024 2:03 pm
Seeing Aldous in such pain at her declaration made her want to scream.

I try to help people and I get hurt, and I try to protect people, and they get hurt, and others try to protect me, and they get hurt. Why am I always so scared and always hurting...?!
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He gestures towards a padded chair. "If you would... Stella."
With effort and eyes watering again, Stella forces herself to stand from where she sat next Aldous moments before, move to the padded chair, and gently sits down, eyes unfocused, staring at nothing in particular, waiting for Duke Silvershield to speak and be done with her.
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Jun 13, 2024 5:11 pm
Entar leans against a desk, one hand stroking through his white-streaked beard. He takes his time gathering his thoughts, considering his words.

"Stella, you don't have to tell me what's upsetting you. I've proven time and again to my own family that I don't have the ears for that sort of thing. However..." His hands fall into his lap. "Maybe I can speak, and you can listen. Perhaps in my ramblings you can find something that helps you."

He releases a slow breath. "My grandfather was Grand Duke, and well-loved by the people of the Gate. When he passed, it fell to the other Grand Dukes to choose his successor. Traditionally, it would be another Silvershield, as it has been for the entire history of Baldur's Gate. Unfortunately, my father was a... less-than-ideal candidate. He squandered most of the family fortune, engaged in illicit activities... I was born a byproduct of one of his numerous affairs." He absently runs a hand through his red hair.

He looks around his beloved office. "I grew up cleaning these rooms..."

Entar doesn't look at Stella. "I was twenty when the Grand Dukes chose me to be my grandfather's successor. I wasn't chosen for my own merits, but merely to be a slap in the face to my father." He scoffs. "A 'Silvershield' by blood - barely. Illegitimate by birth. Unschooled. The son of a lowly washerwoman. I was unfamiliar with courtly life, to say the least. But I made the perfect insult to my father."

His lips turn in a small smile. "I was completely lost. Every laugh directed my way was truly aimed at my father, but the shame was mine all the same. Finally, one of the Grand Dukes took pity on me and arranged my marriage to a wealthy merchant's daughter. She was lovely, and kind-hearted. And smart. She taught me to read, how to run my inherited family business. How to support the people in my care." Entar's eyes shine. 'She was my everything. My saving grace. The mother of my children, the love of my life."

He sighs and rubs his eyes with one hand. "I say all of this so that you know I understand what it is to be overwhelmed, to be scared. I know what it feels like to be chosen, to have responsibility thrust upon you, and not be ready for it. I know the importance of surrounding yourself with friends and family that can help you rise above yourself, to become more than you ever thought you could."

The Duke finally moves from his spot by the desk and takes a seat facing Stella. "You have got good friends. I haven't known them long, but I've seen enough. They'd give their lives for you. From what I understand, Dieter has already died once, and Aiwe lives to support you. Whatever mistakes you make in your life, none will be worse than losing these friendships. Regardless of Baldur's Gate, regardless of Aldous, regardless of whatever else you have going on, you won't feel ready for anything or capable of anything until things are right with your friends."
Jun 13, 2024 6:51 pm
Aldous shakes his head. "I don't understand. How can her visions be dangerous?" He leans into Dieter. "She's been in terrifying situations before, and she's always come out the other side. She dove alone into a flooding mine to save someone she didn't even know for sure was there!" He looks around, once again in the hopes of someone reassuring him the whole thing was just a misunderstanding. "She's faced evil wizards and giants and assassins..."

A thought suddenly strikes him. "Is it... me? Did I push her too hard? We kissed last night, and maybe that was too much. Or maybe she didn't like it." He looks at Aiwe. "If that's the problem, tell her she can dump me and that's fine! She doesn't have to make excuses... I can take it..."

He drops his face into his hands once more.
Jun 13, 2024 7:03 pm
Dieter puts his arm around Aldous. "….no…. That’s not it, if she wanted to break up with you she wouldn’t make excuses"

Dieter looks at Aiwë then Koveras.

Dieter takes a deep breath, he realizes that Aldous is just a boy like him except without the crazy childhood and natural killing talent paired with hours of training and honing his abilities.

Ah.. I’m the weird one.

This whole time he had been holding Aldous to his own standards.

For a brief second Dieter’s armour feels uncomfortable.
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Jun 13, 2024 7:05 pm
"She doesn't love us the way we love her, Aldous."

Aiwë grits her teeth at the words that exploded from her mouth and looks away with immediate regret, but it's too late.

"She doesn't support us like we support her, she never worked for our relationship the way we did. And that's on us!" She paces, but the action provides no relief. "She never pretended anything different, she never did anything but make it clear how she felt, that she wasn't ready for any of this. She never asked to be our everything!"

She folds her arms tightly and locks her feet to the floor. "Its not about you or me or anyone else. It's been a fight for her this whole time, she never wanted to be here, this doesn't have anything to do with her, she's scared and tired of being scared and she's done. She wants to go home."
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Jun 13, 2024 7:20 pm
Dieter’s jaw drops

"Aiwë!?" Dieter gasps

If anyone else had an outburst like that they’d be lying on the floor.

After the shock settles

"She’s right, unchecked but right. Maybe I’m the only one that knew what he was signing up for but I think we need to look at this in the proper context."
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Jun 13, 2024 7:32 pm
"I didn't say she doesn't care about us," she says softly to Aldous. It sounds like she's also talking to herself, each word slow and laboured. "Just... not the same way we do for her. It's... just how it is. Pretending isn't fair to anyone."
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Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+9)

(19) + 9 = 28

Jun 13, 2024 7:37 pm
Koveras watches the exchange with arms folded across his chest. His jaw drops at Aiwe's outburst, but he quickly tries to cover it up with his customary frown.
Jun 13, 2024 7:46 pm
Aldous' head lifts, and for a moment there's a fire in his eyes like he wants to refute Aiwe's words. But the fire dies, and his face sags. "I know she doesn't love me, not like I love her. I just thought that with some more time..." He gives a small shake of his head. "But now I don't think we'll ever have that time."

He takes a deep, steadying breath, then nods at Aiwe. "You're right. She needs to go home. Better that she's somewhere safe. And I..." His jaw clenches. "I'm going to save my city."
Jun 13, 2024 7:48 pm
Koveras extends a hand down to Aldous. "I'll help you. Brother."
Jun 13, 2024 7:51 pm
Aldous grips Koveras hand and lets the half-orc pull him to his feet. He grabs Koveras' forearm with his other hand. Though his face is red and eyes are puffy, Aldous' expression is resolute. "Brother."

He releases Koveras and turns to Dieter and Aiwe. "I'm sure we can find a mage to send Stella home safely. Which means that right here in this room is the team that's going to seize the evidence that will bring Rieltar down. Are you two still in?"
Jun 13, 2024 7:56 pm
"….well, if I’m going to help you’re going to need to stop gripping your wand so tight. You want to flick the magic out not force it." Dieter says with a laugh. Dieter makes brief eye contact with Koveras

We’re going to die

"What do you say Aiwë?"
Jun 13, 2024 7:59 pm
Aiwë smiles at the group. Its light and easy like always, and she thumps her chest in agreement. "Of course. City's counting on it."
Jun 13, 2024 8:10 pm
"Let’s make a pact, to end the tyranny of the Iron throne, that only justice and good will prevail after" Dieter suggests. He pulls his straight steel dagger from the small of his back. Its shine is dulled for night work. The handle holds no embellishments for its duty is death.

He holds the blade to his palm and looks to the others
Jun 13, 2024 8:12 pm
Aiwë blinks at him. "Do you... feel a blood pact is necessary? I mean, I'm here for frills and theatrics as much as the next bard, but I think we've got this." She pauses, eyes widening. "Wait, do you have actual blood pact magic now?"
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Jun 13, 2024 8:20 pm
Dieter stares at Aiwë for a millisecond "no, not like that.

Come on, I ate that spider for you and drank that dragon blood. You can indulge my culture for a bit too.

We are about to embark on a dangerous infiltration into a wizards stronghold. We should do so as brothers and sister"
Dieter replies.
Jun 13, 2024 8:22 pm
A muscle flares in Aiwë's jaw and her eyes harden. She pulls out her knife. "You don't cut your hand, we have weapons to hold. Cut here. " She slices her arm and holds it out to Dieter for him to grasp.
Jun 13, 2024 8:25 pm
Koveras gives a firm nod. "Cut off the head, and the body will die." He slips out a hunting knife and slices his arm.
Jun 13, 2024 8:27 pm
Aldous has to borrow a knife. "To ending Rieltar Anchev and the Iron Throne." He winces slightly, but does the deed with conviction.
Jun 13, 2024 8:32 pm
Dieter slices his arm and grips Aiwë’s tightly united purpose.
Jun 13, 2024 8:35 pm
The four grip each other's bloody hands, life essence mixing for a moment.

And then it's over.

Aldous nods grimly. "Blood pacts are all well and good. But what we need now is a plan." He looks at each of them. "Any ideas for how we pull this off?"
Jun 13, 2024 8:41 pm
Aiwë wraps her cut. You dont magically heal blood pact wounds.

"You think maybe we could break for lunch first?" she asks apologetically. "We were supposed to get something in the shopping district but we... got sidetracked."
Jun 13, 2024 8:52 pm
Koveras eyes Aiwe. "No wonder you're not feeling well. The servants brought me dinner an hour ago." He gestures to an empty plate on his desk. "But I could eat again, if you don't mind company."
Jun 13, 2024 8:55 pm
Aiwë looks at the plate, then out the window to the setting sun. Her laugh is strained. "Yeah. Yeah!" She nods as she exits the room. "Yeah..."

She doesn't take in most of the manor as she walks to the kitchens, where she normally admires the art and fine details of the house. Once she arrives she stands still, looking around with a frown as she realizes her stomach has entirely abandoned her.
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Jun 13, 2024 9:06 pm
Dieter walks out of the room. He blinks to a side passage and punches a pillar before quickly blinking back.
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Rolls

Stealth ? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (9) + 9 = 18

1D20+9 : (14) + 9 = 23

Wild magic but not as cool - (1D100)

(32) = 32

Jun 13, 2024 9:26 pm
"You coming, Dieter? Aldous?" Koveras asks.

Aldous shakes his head, obviously focused on planning. "You all go ahead though!"

The kitchen staff smile to see Aiwe here at the same time as last night, and quickly prepare a plate of venison and mashed potatoes. Koveras takes Aiwe's dinner as well as a plate of his own and carries them to a nearby reading room with a small table and some chairs. "Might as well dig in!"
Jun 13, 2024 9:33 pm
"Thank you." Aiwë sits and starts on the potatoes, doing her best to experience the taste and texture.

"What have you been up to since Wyrm's Rock? I hope your pens and inks have kept you quiet company." The alliteration falls off her tongue in a way she finds comforting.
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Jun 13, 2024 9:43 pm
Koveras cuts himself a piece of venison and nods. "I've been putting on paper what I know of the compound. Basic layout, defenses, routines."

After chewing thoughtfully he swallows, then speaks, "I won't ask how you're doing right now. And we can talk or not talk about anything you want. But..." He meets her eyes. "I'm here. If there's any way I can help, any weight I can carry... Well. I am here."

He waves his hand dismissively. "Or we can talk about Wyrm's Rock, or something else. What did you think about the meeting?"
Jun 13, 2024 9:46 pm
Dieter thanks the staff and follows them to the reading room, he unclasps his gorget and rests it on a cloth he pulled from one of his pockets.

He takes a few bites of the food and chews aimlessly Watching the two talk.
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Jun 13, 2024 11:09 pm
Aiwë's throat catches when Koveras meets her eyes and her grasp on her fork becomes an iron grip.

"I'm...sorry if I haven't been there for you."

"I'm here."

"I just hope you're not hurting yourself by trying to carry your own pack and everyone else's."

"If there's any way I can help, any weight I can carry... Well. I am here."


"How many times does someone need to apologize for not being there for you before you realize that they're not there for you?" she whispers when she can finally speak.

"I'm not mad at her. Not for leaving or for lying I'm—!" She cuts off before her sharply increasing volume can become a yell. She rubs her forehead, looking anywhere but at the men in the room.

"I feel like an idiot. I thought of us as family and—well... we don't even think of family the same way do we? Its my fault I'm upset. The only thing that's changed from this morning is me."
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Jun 14, 2024 12:57 am
Koveras seems to be focused on his food as Aiwe speaks. When she's done, he wipes his mouth on a napkin. "You are mad at her. Anger needs time to burn; you should let it."

He sits back for a moment. "When Rieltar took in me, my mother, and Winski, I believed for the briefest of times that life would be better. I thought my family would have a father figure to provide for us and protect us. It didn't take long for Rieltar to strip that hope away. I wasn't mad at him. I hated him." He tosses the napkin onto his plate. "I feared him. I probably still do."

The half-orc shakes his head, trying to straighten out his thoughts. "What I mean to say is that when a person turns out to be someone other than we thought, other than we hoped, it's hard. Personally, I think Stella's merely immature. She doesn't know what she's been blessed with, the supports she's had her whole life. Maybe she just needs to figure out who she is without them, before she can truly appreciate them. Maybe after she's done some growing up she will be worthy of your love and trust, and reciprocate that."

Suddenly self-conscious, he winces. "How am I doing? This kind of talk isn't my specialty. Anything helpful?"
Jun 14, 2024 1:31 am
Dieter takes another bite of food.
Jun 14, 2024 1:37 am
Aiwë looks at the half-orc levelly. "I want to kick you across town for calling Stella immature and comparing her to Rieltar." She smirks, reassuring him. "I understand though. You're comparing our hurt, not the individuals. And you're right. These last couple months has been Stella's first time dealing with anything truly difficult." She looks up at the ceiling, toward the stars.

"I just hate how difficult it is. Assassins, looming war, and now this! It's not fair. I can't share details but... Duke Jannath and Xan were having a hard time with it too. I want to be there for her but I can't." Her voice breaks. "I can stand behind her and sing songs all day and none of it will matter if she doesn't trust me or believe in me. She's still worthy and I do love her, but if she doesn't trust me... Then I can't help her."
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Jun 14, 2024 1:41 am
gardensun says:
Aiwë looks at the half-orc levelly. "I want to kick you across town for calling Stella immature and comparing her to Rieltar." She smirks,
"He’s right though, also he was showing similar situations of misunderstanding not comparing the character of person." Dieter goes back to eating.
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Jun 14, 2024 1:53 am
Koveras blinks - practically a flinch - at Aiwe's 'joke'. And then leans back in relief.
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"I just hate how difficult it is. Assassins, looming war, and now this! It's not fair. I can't share details but... Duke Jannath and Xan were having a hard time with it too."
"You can't tell us what it is, I understand that. But are her visions... real? Does she see the future? Does Aldous die if she stays, or something like that? That would actually make some sense and explain some things..." He considers that for a moment, then shakes his head. "Anyway, have you told her what the problem is? That she doesn't trust you, appreciate you, believe in you?"
Jun 14, 2024 2:21 am
Koveras' flinch immediately fills her with shame. "Sorry, Blood," she murmurs in Orcish.

Louder, she continues. "Stella is a true seer. Certain kinds of people would do a lot to her and her friends to get at that power. The fact that she can't control it makes it easier for her to be discovered. Add that to the fact that experiencing the visions is terrifying for her, and she's consumed with fear." She taps her plate with her fork, her first rhythm in some time.

"She doesn't have to go home. There are other options. But it's the one she wants." She puts the fork down. "She's entitled to that. She doesn't need another reason."

Aiwë leans her chair back on two legs, then quickly drops it to four again at her carpenter grandfather's scolding echoing in her ears.

"No. I haven't said anything to her. We haven't exactly had a minute, and she doesn't need another thing on her plate right now."
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Jun 14, 2024 2:38 am
Koveras folds his arms on the table. "Wouldn't she have less on her plate if she knew how to make things right by you?" He rolls his shoulders, no doubt feeling some aches from hunching over that desk most of the day. "Either that, or it isn't your job to keep her plate clear, and you should just unload on her. Let her know what, specifically, she's done to hurt your feelings."
Jun 14, 2024 2:54 am
"Its not my job to keep her plate clear. I've already stopped doing it, but how could I ever do that to her? Unload on her?" Aiwë shakes her head. "You didn't see her pain."
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Jun 14, 2024 3:01 am
Koveras tilts his head to the side, eyes locked with Aiwë's. "But I've seen your pain. And Aldous' pain."

He speaks firmly. "Right now all this pain is festering. And it'll get worse if not resolved. There are splinters in the wound, and it'll hurt to take them out, but it will be so much worse if you don't."

He shrugs. "The wound won't heal until it's properly cleaned out. I can't think of any better way to say it."
Jun 14, 2024 3:10 am
Dieter raises an eyebrow as the conversation continues without even a pause at his statement. He looks around and realizes he was sitting in a darker corner of the room

Rolls

Passive ? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (16) + 9 = 25

1D20+9 : (9) + 9 = 18

Jun 14, 2024 3:15 am
Aiwë clenches her jaw. Her entire body seems tight. She doesn't break eye contact.

Then she slowly leans forward until her forehead is resting on the table.

"I'll think about it," she grumbles noncommittally to the floor.

"I've seen your pain."

Without lifting her head, Aiwë reaches out and puts a hand on Koveras' folded arm. "Thank you," she says, and Koveras finds his shoulders and back eased from their day at the desk.

Aiwë casts Cure Wounds
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Jun 14, 2024 3:22 am
Dieter sits in his chair. He hasn’t moved in a while and felt like he couldn’t move now or it would be weird…. Or was staying still weirder.
Jun 14, 2024 3:22 am
Stella's eyes-stars spark green, surprised and curious as Entar shares his story.
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"They'd give their lives for you. From what I understand, Dieter has already died once, and Aiwe lives to support you."
She knew this. What did it have to do with leaving?
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Whatever mistakes you make in your life, none will be worse than losing these friendships. Regardless of Baldur's Gate, regardless of Aldous, regardless of whatever else you have going on, you won't feel ready for anything or capable of anything until things are right with your friends.
"That's not why I'm leaving, but..." She squints, almost winces, "...how do I make things right, when I feel so...wrong?" she asks, shoulders slumping. She didn't expect him to have an answer. But he was right. She needed to make sure she was leaving on good terms. They deserved at least that.
Jun 14, 2024 3:26 am
Head still on the table, Aiwë reaches out her other hand onto Dieter's knee. "I don't know if you've noticed, you're very weird. It's okay. We don't mind."
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Jun 14, 2024 3:32 am
Entar stands wearily. "All I know is that your unflappable bard looked like she was in just as much pain as you are. If you don't know why, you should at least try asking."

He blinks. "Now if only I can follow my own advice. Torm guide me..."

On his way out, just like his son before him, he nearly looks over his shoulder. "If our paths do not cross again... Farewell, Stella."
Jun 14, 2024 5:30 am
Try asking.

Stella knew why Aiwë was in pain. Aiwë poured everything into supporting her, having her back, trying to comfort her, and protect her this entire journey. And all Stella found herself doing in return was tremble in fear, complain, cry, and lie.
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On his way out, just like his son before him, he nearly looks over his shoulder. "If our paths do not cross again... Farewell, Stella."

"...right when I need you the most, my family, my city... the things I've learned today, I... you're just..."

If I really love Aiwë, if I really want to love Aldous...why can't I show it?

Left in the office alone, Stella's lip trembles and her eyes water.

Why do I always push people away?

Stella shudders a breath and lets out a whine, then begins sobbing.

Why can't I love?!

Stella lets out a whine. The tears begin to flow and then the whine intensifies until it becomes a primal scream, eyes alight with ice and fire. Her eyes were normally speckled with stars. Now they blazed like stars themselves.

Her body turns into stars and she transforms into a black bear. The bear grabs the chair she was sitting on and hurls it across the room, shattering off one of its legs against a bookshelf and causing several books to topple of out it.

She reverts to her normal self and tears off her hair tie letting her hair loose. Then she jerks her two tomes out—one old and packed to the brim, the other newer but still filled significantly. She slams each one open the desk with a shout. She opens them and begins tearing out bunches of pages, grunting with each shred, tossing them behind her. She blasts each book with radiant energy, sending the new one colliding with some decorative weaponry and her old one from home flying into the wall before it falls and lands face-open.

She pulls out and holds up her two stargazer lilies—she planned to press them both and give one to Aldous, a sign of forever being under the same stars—then she reaches up to crush them both with a claw-like grip. But she hesitates, her breath heavy and shuttering. Her eye fade to normal, but still filled with fiery orange stars. Then from orange to violet, and from violet to teal as her eyes look past the flowers and to the remains of her old tome, a particular page among those splayed out on the floor before her catching her eye.

She knew that page. It was a schedule.

Stella lowers her arms and steps over to the book, then crouches down and reaches to turn it over.

It was the page right before...

Lily's stargazer lily.

And Papa's letter.

Dearest Stella, I hope you find this in a time you need it.

In the room's silence, her gaze follows the words.

...Take courage with whatever path you've chosen to follow on your journey. The paths you choose don't matter so much as how you choose to walk them, for you are far more than your bow, or your herbalism, or your magic...


More than my magic...

...you shed a tremendous light wherever you put your gentle touch. Through your smile, through your eyes, and through your heart. I see in the faces of the Kuldaharans. The women, their children. Wirrow and Aiwë too. Their eyes brighter, their heads higher, their laughter sweeter, and their lives bettered for you being in them...

Aiwë's life...bettered for me being in it...

...I watched you growing up, taking your first steps, then taking bigger ones, hoping you would see your potential...You will continue to grow in marvelous ways...

I...I have grown... She picks up the page.

...and the world is dangerous. But the biggest danger will be yourself. To fear your past. To fear what you've done, what you could have been, or what you fear you cannot be...

Stella's breathing reaches a calm and steadiness.

...I hope you continue to become a watchwoman. To watch over others. Care for their needs and give them the chance to live and grow. To use your capacity to preserve life and hope. One soul at a time...


One soul at a time... She could only do that if she wasn't running from what people might do with her powers...and from what harm she might cause others.

...I hope that means something to you. Because You, my Little Star, most certainly mean something to me.

We will always be under the same stars.

With great love,
Zenithral


Stella's eyes are a misty swirl of teal and violet. A nebula of realization and gratitude.

"I love you too, Papa," Stella whispers, a tear falling onto the page next to his signature.

Stella exhales, closes her eyes, and holds the letter to her heart. Several previously unpleasant memories flash through her mind.


"Steady, Little Star!" Zenithral's voice comes as Stella shakily tries to draw her bow, gritting her teeth.
...
"It's only a few hundred feet of a drop!" he says, as they inch around a treacherous cliff face on what was supposed to be "a simple hunting trip."
...
The archer strides over and scoops up his daughter in his arms. "You're alright, Little Star. I've got you. Though your mother's going to kill me for this..." he says chuckling, then leaps off the towering tree.


Courage. He had trying to teach her courage.

Mama had told her that Papa, captain in the guard at one of the ten towns, once accidentally led his men into a deathtrap of undead. He always feared he would lead to more deaths. And while he let command fall on Alalla's shoulders during the war, he kept fighting. If he had given up the fight against the devils and demons out of fear for what he might cause...well, the world might be a very different place. Stella might not even have been born.


"I'm right behind you."
Aiwë had said that even after Stella betrayed her trust by trying to get around her protectiveness.

"The only place I feel I belong is beside you. Wherever that may be." Aldous had said.
And she could love.

Stella opens her eyes and inhales then exhales slowly.

No. She couldn't go home. Aiwë needed her. And this was Dieter's home. And Aldous'. Her powers might be the difference between a war starting or not. This was how she could make things right. What good was living if it wasn't with people who loved you...and that you loved back.

And if someone wanted to take advantage of what she could do and threaten the world with it, they'd have to go through her unyielding friends and her incredible family first.

Stella looks around at the disaster she just made in the office. She'd clean it up. Later.

She runs out of the room.


...

Stella bursts into the dining room, practically skidding to a stop and leans on the doorframe.

"I'm staying!"

Her hair is loose mess, seemingly half of it in her face.

"I—I've changed my mind," she studders, breathing heavy from running as she pulls her hair behind her. "I want to help. I'll talk to Jannath and Xan about precautions. I want to make things right," she says, looking Aiwë in the eyes, pleadingly and sincerely. "I just—I want to be her for you too." She looks around to the others. "All of you. If...if you'll still have me."

She looks at the others sheepishly, notices the cuts on everyone's arms, then blinks and shakes her head as if to clear it.

This moment wouldn't fix everything. Aiwë probably wouldn't trust her again, not right away—and rightly so...

But it was a start.
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Jun 14, 2024 5:43 am
Dieter looks over at Stella bursting through the room.

"You sure?" Dieter asks he holds up his dagger like a question mark.

"We’re blood brothers now, it’s pretty cool"

Even inside Dieter hesitates, to scar Stella’s snow driven skin was a crime against nature.
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Jun 14, 2024 5:56 am
Aiwë is out of her seat, knife drawn and one step into racing toward the sounds of mayhem from the Duke's office where Stella was supposed to have been safe. Met instead with one of the wildest looking Stellas she's ever seen, Aiwë takes a step backward.

"I..." She glances back at Koveras. "I appreciate the sentiment Stella," Stella, not 'sister-girl', "but it doesn't help anyone for you to just go through the motions of what you think I want. Of course I'll have you, but do you even understand why I'm upset?" She wants to add on Aldous too, but she leaves him out of it. Stella can clear that off her plate on her own.

She waves hands at Dieter's knife that say, put that away!
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Jun 14, 2024 3:52 pm
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"You sure?" Dieter asks he holds up his dagger like a question mark. "We’re blood brothers now, it’s pretty cool"
At least they were smart enough not to slice their hands. She wasn't sure what or why they were doing some blood oath, but if that's what they were doing, she'd try it too. "Um, sure! But...what does it mean?"
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"Of course I'll have you, but do you even understand why I'm upset?"
"I...I think so?" Stella hesitates, realizing how uncomfortable this would be in front of everyone at once.

"If you don't know why, you should at least try asking."
Courage, girl. Stella takes in a breath and exhales.

"But I don't know for certain. Can...you tell me? To help me make sure I understand?" She swallows.
Jun 14, 2024 4:23 pm
Aiwë looks like she wants to wave a hand and dismiss it, say everything is fine. But she glances back at Koveras again and grits her teeth. Then she closes her eyes and begins.

"I thought we had a bond. Cousins, sisters! Everyone else would come and go but we had each other no matter what. Then, when things were at their hardest and I was there fighting Duke Jannath and Xan for you, and I looked you in your face and was trying to comfort you and help come up with precautions and solutions, you looked at me and saw not someone you could turn to, not someone you could rely on, not someone with knowledge and experience who wants to use it for your safety... you saw an obstacle between you and what you wanted." She opens her eyes and throws up her hands suddenly.

"Gruumsh's bloody socket, Stella!" The serious curse betrays her frustrations even if her tone does not. "My mother laid on a table and put a knife in your father's hand that he used to cut out her heart." She steps back and gestures at the table behind her like Stella might see Alalla laying on it. "The heart that beats in her chest now is one that he put there. He hated it but he trusted her, and she trusted him with that knife." Aiwë shakes her head. "I thought we had that. I thought you knew I would have joined Viconia's cult with you if we found it to be the best option. But I wasn't even worth the consultation. I wasn't reliable, or trustworthy, or..." She cuts off and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"You haven't been there for me but I didn't mind, you were having a hard time. But that wasn't the reason, was it? I'm looking back and I've realized... I'm not a part of your life. I'm just tangential to it. A little singing bird or protective guard dog that's nice to have around." She makes eye contact with Stella. "When I'm not in your way."
Jun 14, 2024 5:04 pm
Stella's heart sinks. She wanted to tell Aiwë she was wrong. That they did have such a bond.

But...well, she wasn't. And they didn't.

Stella never asked to have Aiwë there for her. She always appreciated Aiwë. But Aiwë just...showed up her whole life. Protecting her. Comforting her. Championing her. But it had always felt just a bit like she was trying to make them into a pair, like their legendary parents. Aiwë was like Allala, and Stella like Zenithral. Make her into Papa, like Papa always tried to make her into Papa...

And Aiwë never seemed to need Stella's help. She always had everything figured out. Always strong and stalwart. What did Stella have to offer? Or so she had thought.

"You are reliable, and you are trustworthy. I...I didn't talk to you about it, because...because I knew you'd make the right decision and stop me. I was afraid of facing the pain of my powers. Not of you. I'm sorry I'm not Papa for you..." she says, shaking her head. She swallows and looks down. "You're right, we...don't have that bond and I have treated you like a tangent...someone who's there, and little else. I haven't let anyone be part of my life...not truly..."

She idly runs her fingers through her hair in front of her for a moment, then looks up. "...But is it too late to start?"
Jun 14, 2024 5:41 pm
Aiwë's expression is flat and level. "I know. I know you didn't talk to me because of how you were feeling. That's the problem." She hangs her head, shaking it.

"Don't apologize for not being Zenithral. I don't want you to be your father." She gestures to herself with both hands. "Do you think I'm like my mother?" she scoffs. "If only. Look, it's on me that I saw something that wasn't there, and I don't need it to be there to care about you. It just... hurt that I thought I was valued by someone just to realize she was only thinking of herself."

She holds Stella's eyes. "That's what needs to change. You leaving was never the issue. We care about you and want you safe, and if going home is what you need that's alright. What we need is someone to care about this team, not just someone who will put on bandages and manage our finances. We can pay anyone to do that."

She takes a slow breath. "If that sounds good to you, you can start today."
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Jun 14, 2024 6:16 pm
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It just... hurt that I thought I was valued by someone just to realize she was only thinking of herself."
Stella wants to look away but forces herself to hold Aiwë's gaze. A dozen excuses come to mind but she knows what Aiwë needs now is action, not explanations.

She hesitates, then nods. "Okay. I'm..." She bites her lip and closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them, face determined, and eyes-stars violet and steady. "I'm right behind you."
Jun 14, 2024 6:21 pm
"I'm right behind you."

There is still a painful lack of luster in Aiwë's brown eyes, but the side of her mouth curves into a smile.

"I'm glad to hear it," she says quietly. After a moment she claps her hands together.

"Now, my friend Aldous has been kicked in the gut about four times today, why don't you start there? I'll get to cleaning up the Duke's office, and then I have some information the party needs to hear. Sounds good?" She looks between Dieter, Koveras, and Stella.
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Jun 14, 2024 6:35 pm
Dieter shrugs and gives Aiwë a casual salute, his right fist held at chin high with his elbow by his side.

His knife mysteriously gone.

It felt better to have the team back. Stella hadn’t hurt Dieter like the others but she had hurt the team which was more harmful to him than anything else.
Jun 14, 2024 6:38 pm
Stella's stomach still churns, and she can tell Aiwë's going to still hurt for a while...but it was a start.
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"I'll get to cleaning up the Duke's office..."
Stella winces. "Ah, you...heard that? You don't have to—I mean, I can—" She clamps her mouth shut and nods. "Okay. I'll...Mend the chair later, though."

Stella turns to leave, looks back for a moment, gives a weak smile then leaves.

She arrives at Aldous' office door, hesitates, then knocks.
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Jun 14, 2024 6:55 pm
"I got it, Stella, don't worry," she reassures, returning the smile.

After Stella leaves Aiwë stands still for a moment before she turns to Koveras.

"How was that?" she asks. Her joking tone doesn't quite land through the exhaustion and warble in her voice. "You reckon I unloaded enough splinters?"
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Jun 14, 2024 7:02 pm
Dieter decides to check out Entar’s office while Aiwë talks to Koveras.

While in the office he feels a tingle in his crown. He looks around and realizes that he is in fact alone

Dieter decides to look around in more detail. The conversation about the shield organization has been setting off alarm bells with Dieter ever since it was first brought up. He’s careful there’s probably magic traps guarding sensitive information but then again they’re probably all tripped from Stella’s ursine rage
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Rolls

? - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (11) + 9 = 20

1D20+9 : (4) + 9 = 13

Investigation - (1D20+0)

(2) = 2

Lucky investigation - (1D20)

(20) = 20

Jun 14, 2024 8:54 pm
"Just a moment..." Aldous calls from the other side of the door.

"I've been thinking about the infiltration, and-" A disheveled Aldous opens the door and sees Stella. "Oh, I - Oh!"

He shuts the door.

A moment later he opens it again, his hair slightly more kempt, his vest straightened. "Um. Hi..."
Jun 14, 2024 8:58 pm
Koveras gives a thumbs up. "You now both know that you're on the same page. It can only go up from here, right?" In spite of her poor attempt at a joke, he seems to be trying to cheer her up.

"You know, sparring's not off the table. I can be a training dummy, I just won't hit you back. You could blow off some steam?"
Jun 14, 2024 9:03 pm
Dieter finds a considerable amount of destruction for just one small Stella. He's certain she turned into some kind of big animal, probably a bear. There's a tousled rug, a thrown chair, there are books on the floor by a bookcase -

The bookcase

The impact from the thrown chair must have budged it slightly, and now Dieter can see a good half-inch of a dark passageway behind it.
Jun 14, 2024 9:06 pm
Dieter looks to the left then right

He slides the bookcase open just enough for him to slip through then closes it behind him.
Jun 14, 2024 9:09 pm
The look Aiwë gives him is equal parts touched and heartbroken. "Thank you, Blood, but I couldn't do that. No one should take their anger out on you ever again." Then, entirely spent, she begins to cry.
Jun 14, 2024 9:22 pm
As the bookcase slides shut, Dieter is left in darkness. And yet, he can see well enough, thanks to his awakened heritage.

The passage goes down a twisting flight of stone stairs. A thick layer of dust coats them, but Dieter can easily see the tracks of one person who descended the stairs and then returned to the bookcase.

At the bottom of the stairs is a wooden door. The small bit of bluish light coming from under the door shines like a beacon to Dieter's enhanced eyes.
Jun 14, 2024 9:27 pm
In the darkness Dieter focuses on his breathing, for a second he mistakes the pulse in his ear for the sounds of wolves’ pads on the damp stone.

"You’re a failure, Dieter!"

He grits his teeth.

He slowly puts one foot in front of the other walking single file with the previous footprints towards the door. He closes one eye to protect his dark vision as he peers into the new light.
Jun 14, 2024 9:30 pm
It takes a moment. A long moment. But then Aiwe feels Koveras' thick arms wrapping around her. "I'm no old, oversized orog uncle, but I have a feeling this is what he would do right now if he were here. But if this isn't okay with you, please tell me."
Jun 14, 2024 9:36 pm
The door opens of its own accord as Dieter cautiously approaches. Inside is a small room with two braziers of blue flame. Hung on the wall between them is a large, ornate shield, its front stylized to look like the face of a vicious demon or devil. The blue light cast on the shield reflects back as a reddish gold.

There doesn't appear to be anything else in the room.
Jun 14, 2024 9:53 pm
Face in her hands, Aiwë had been considering through her tears whether she should escape into the hall, or if Koveras would exit and leave her to her embarrassment. When he touches her she flinches in surprise but doesn't pull away. Her body is tight beneath his arms, but it has been tight since she found the holes in her mind the night before.

She stands there for a moment, then she rests her forehead against him, almost bracing it, and grabs the front of his shirt. Her hands are vice-tight as she fills her lungs to scream.

The scream has no sound, nor does anything else, wrapped in Aiwë's silencing magic. After a remarkably long time for a scream Koveras can feel her ribcage relax just before the sounds of her crying return, quieter and already drying up. Her hands become soft on his shirt and she rests her head instead of bracing it.

Then she clears her throat and pulls away gently, the storm come and gone in minutes.

"Thanks," she murmurs, not quite meeting his eye. Her voice is husky through her orcish accent as she curses and reaches out to brush his shoulder with the back of her hand, drying the tear stains there with magic.

"I need to... I need to see to that office." She hurries towards the door, pausing only once to look over her shoulder and say, roughly toward his feet, "Thanks again."
Jun 14, 2024 10:00 pm
Dieter pauses as the door opens.

That’s not good.

He sees the shield

That’s also not good

Considering Entar uses a Rapier a shield of this size was abnormal.

Dieter turns to leave but hesitates…

He is a prince, what is to rule but the power to take what you will? To dominate the weak.

He turns to the shield. He catches himself reaching out to take it.

Entar is weak, how could he challenge me? He can’t even protect his own family.

Dieter studies the shield. He sees his reflection and admires his crown how it accents his strong and noble features.

He smiles but the reflection doesn’t smile back. He realizes he is looking at the face of his father, his future.

He recoils back striking the shield with his fist causing it to clatter to the ground

"I-I hate you! I am nothing like you, you will die by my hand!" Dieter yells.

Suddenly aware of himself he grabs the shield to put it back on its display before making his escape.
Jun 14, 2024 10:48 pm
Koveras releases Aiwe as soon as she seems steady. His mouth opens, but he doesn't manage to form any words before she leaves.
Jun 14, 2024 10:58 pm
Oh don't worry about me! No harm done.

The voice sounds in Dieter's mind as he lifts the shield from the floor. It's a resonant, masculine voice. For coming from such a demonic visage, it's surprisingly cheery.

But where are my manners? The telepathic voice clears its throat. Somehow. Ahem. Greetings, little boy! My name's Kadmiel. What brings you down this way? I don't get many visitors...
Jun 14, 2024 11:03 pm
Dieter jumps

"Kadmiel?, while it might be true you don’t get many visitors, you do get visitors. What does Entar have to do with you" Dieter asks.
Jun 14, 2024 11:16 pm
Kadmiel mentally sighs, and Dieter feels the shield actually shift in his hands. Entar? Oh, that sad man. He's the latest of my caretakers. He used to come and see me regularly, but now I've only seen him twice in the last decade or so. Terrible business with his wife, just terrible...
Jun 14, 2024 11:18 pm
Dieter pauses

Only twice?

"Then who else has been here. Someone has been here recently, who was it?"
Dieter continues
Jun 15, 2024 12:06 am
Aiwë enters the office, mouth open in surprise at the mess there. She grimaces at the scattered pages of arcane sigils deemed illegal by Mystra herself. Most are torn or scorched in some way but they aren't sterile.

She starts with the chair. She holds the leg in place with one hand and taps the wood with the other until the resonance sounds right. Then she puts the chair in its place and fetches all the books and desk things that had fallen. Lastly, she collects every stray piece of paper.

She does what she can for them as she picks up each shard of Stella's most treasured possession. Her magic can't return lost material, but it can mend tears and harsh folds, and clean up scorch marks and ash.When Aiwë is finished the office is tidy and she has two mangled but improved spellbooks tucked beneath her arm.

"Well... I suppose that's less copy work for us to do tonight," she jokes to herself, smiling wryly.
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Jun 15, 2024 12:16 am
"Hi," Stella says awkwardly, tucking a lock of her hair behind her head. She avoids meeting his eyes. "I, um...I changed my mind. I'm staying. I want to help, and to be here for Aiwë, and for Dieter," She looks up at him. "And for you."

She sighs and shakes her head. "I've been so selfish...You said it yourself. Right when you needed me, I was about to leave. And I'm still scared of what might happen with my powers. But your father—and mine—helped me realize...you're all more important than what might happen. And it's time I show it."
Jun 15, 2024 2:05 am
As he listens, Aldous bites his lip. His eyes seem to be looking everywhere except at her.

When she finishes, he gives a little nod. "Yeah, it sounds as though you've done some thinking and considering of the rest of us, and I appreciate that." His brow furrows a little bit and he swallows hard. "I'm glad you're staying; we really need your help with this mission ahead of us." His eyes finally flick to hers, and then away again. "Um. Pretty soon we're going to all meet up and talk about how to infiltrate the Iron Throne. I guess you'll be there, so I'll share my ideas then."

He starts to retreat behind the door again. "I'm... glad you're staying," he says again.

The door closes. A moment later there's a soft thunk against it from the other side. Stella can imagine Aldous resting his forehead against the door.
Jun 15, 2024 2:16 am
Oh, that would have been young Aldous. Glad to finally meet the boy! He's going to take over the family business one day, after all. Which includes me... Kadmiel's last words seem resigned. I don't suppose he'll ever take me out of here either. Like father, like son, eh?

The shield hums an ambling tune in Dieter's mind, and he feels the thing vibrate in his fingers.

Say! You wouldn't happen to be an honorable warrior, would you? Feels like you've got a strong grip! It's been ages since I was used for anything other than decorating that wall there. And let me tell you, it's been terrible company. It never laughs at any of my jokes! Kadmiel chuckles, but the sound trails off sadly. I've just been a little lonely, you know?
Jun 15, 2024 2:21 am
"why are you trapped here, this is a prison….who are you really?" Dieter questions

Rolls

Arcana - (1D20+0)

(13) = 13

Jun 15, 2024 2:29 am
That's what I'd like to know! Kadmiel exclaims. Why keep a celestial shield locked away in your cellar? Since I'm on this plane, I might as well be useful.

The shield sighs again. I don't suppose you'd mind asking those Silvershields for me? They've never given me a good reason.

(Arcana: Even with the help of his restored memories, Dieter can't tell much about this odd artifact. It could be a mighty powerful magic item, or just some junk metal magically imbued with some personality.)
Jun 15, 2024 6:39 am
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He starts to retreat behind the door again.
Stella raises her hand and opens her mouth to stop him.
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The door closes. A moment later there's a soft thunk against it from the other side. Stella can imagine Aldous resting his forehead against the door.
Stella glowers slightly, exhales, and knocks again.

"I know you're upset. And tired. I could see it even before I said I was leaving. And now moreso. I'd...like to say I know why. But I don't. Not truly. Can you tell me? ...Please?"
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Jun 15, 2024 8:01 am
"….You’re avoiding the question." Dieter hangs the shield back up "riddle me this; You’re fighting a war and you come across an enemy messenger. The messanger is carrying a letter which says that one of your cities will be attacked soon. This leaves the enemy king vulnerable to attack. You only have time to evacuate the city or attack the king but not both" Dieter asks

"what do you do?"
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Jun 15, 2024 2:53 pm
No wait, don't put me back! I-

As Dieter rests the shield on the wall, its face animates and speaks out loud. "Oh Tyr, will I never be gone from this place?" Its eyes twitch slightly to follow Dieter. "And that's a silly question. What do I do? Apparently nothing, just sit on a wall!"

The fiendish face becomes somewhat pensive. "Though if I weren't a beautiful, angelic figure stuck within a cursed shield, I'd probably want to accomplish something. Go big, or go home! You know? Go and attack the other king, probably. But in all reality I wouldn't be the one calling the shots. I'd be the one obeying whatever wise being is in charge."

The face frowns sadly. "Won't you please take me with you? I want to see the world. Fight bad guys. Go camping! Please?"
Jun 15, 2024 4:16 pm
"I see, farewell ‘Kadmiel’" Dieter says and makes his escape.
Jun 15, 2024 6:45 pm
The noteworthy thunk from a moment ago turns into a softly-scraping slide down the door and to the carpet.

"Stella... I've been through a lot today. I learned things about my family that turned my world upside down. Things about my parents, and my mother's death. And then you announced you were leaving, without even talking to me about it beforehand, like my feelings and opinions aren't worth considering..."

He pauses. "I love you, Stella. And today I feel as though I've been treated as... irrelevant to you. It's shown me that I just... need some time to myself. By myself. Time to consider the things I've learned today." He takes a deep breath. "I've spent the last couple of months devoted to you. And right now I need to be devoted to my city."
Jun 15, 2024 6:53 pm
Just as Dieter is about to leave the room, a curtain of red flame blocks the doorway to the staircase and his way out. He can feel its immense heat, threatening to char him to the bone if he passes through.

"I think you should reconsider." Kadmiel's voice is still cheery. "After all, nobody knows you're down here, do they?"
Jun 15, 2024 6:56 pm
Dieter laughs

"This is your prison, not mine" Dieter says before melting into silvery mist

Dieter casts Misty step teleporting past the barrier and as far up the stairs as possible.
Jun 15, 2024 7:01 pm
The shield's response is a feral shrieking in Dieter's ears and his mind. As the young fighter races up the stairs, he hears the dull roar of a fireball!
OOC:
Dex save DC 21 please!
Jun 15, 2024 7:04 pm
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Rolls

Dc 21 dex - (1D20+3)

(17) + 3 = 20

Luck - (1D20)

(17) = 17

Strain - (1D100)

(26) = 26

Jun 15, 2024 7:10 pm
Aiwe is just finished cleaning Entar's office when Dieter slams the bookcase open from the other side, tumbling out of the secret passage in a burst of magical flame (Dieter passes the save and takes only 17 fire damage).

Rolls

Fireball dmg! - (10d6)

(4252151654) = 35

Jun 15, 2024 7:18 pm
"Dieter!" Aiwe drops Stella's spellbooks onto the desk and begins patting out the flames on Dieter's clothes, healing the burns beneath. "What were you doing?"

Rolls

cure wounds lvl 2 - (2d8+4)

(45) + 4 = 13

Jun 15, 2024 7:27 pm
Dieter licks his fingers and puts out the ember on his crown.

"I found out why this office is so well protected, I also found out why Entar was so uncomfortable about the knights of the shield… if I am correct he must be the grandmaster of their order."
Jun 15, 2024 7:29 pm
Aiwë looks at the books she just picked up that are now scattered all over the floor. "And you were investigating this because?"
Jun 15, 2024 7:34 pm
Dieter realizes he might have made a mistake

Due to recent events lying might also be a mistake

"I…..got curious, turns out I have a bit of a impish quirk" Dieter relents

"I wasn’t stealing, just doing some research"
Jun 15, 2024 7:47 pm
Aiwë grits her teeth. "Torm protect me," she prays in Orcish. She hurriedly picks up the books and returns them to the shelf, which she carefully puts back in place. "Maybe next time lets not do research by poking around in the private things of our very kind, very strained, very powerful host, okay?" She takes one of Entar's pens and writes a note.

Lord Silvershield,

Stella had a druid moment in your office. I apologize on behalf of my team and ask for your understanding. Duke Jannath can attest to the extreme nature of the stresses she faced today. It won't happen again. I hope you find your office restored to your satisfaction, but I will pay for any damages you see fit.

Aiwë Blacksheaf


She looks over the letter and sighs. Aiwë drives this group forward now, and while Stella can clear her own plate Aiwë has responsibility for the group.

"Alright, get out now and go to bed before anyone sees you." She grabs the spellbooks.

Aiwë leaves the office and walks to the room she shares with Stella. She puts the spellbooks on Stella's bed and steps back. There's a note on top.

Let me know when you want to work on these.

She sighs, does the bare minimum to get ready for sleep, then crawls into bed. She closes her eyes and Gruumsh stares at her through Keggruk's face, and all around him are holes in her mind.

She sleeps anyway.
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Jun 15, 2024 7:56 pm
"Yes Ma’am" Dieter replies. He slips out of the room makes his way to his bedroom with the utmost haste and stealth.
Jun 16, 2024 6:21 am
Wait, his mother didn't just get sick? Did it have something to do with these...Knights of the Shield?

"...You're right. I haven't treated you like you deserve to be," She swallows. "I say this not as an excuse, but so you know I do care about you: I...I found out today that my powers could be used to shatter continents and kill gods. And my first fear was what might happen to you and your home here. But I let my fear direct me more than my care..."

She pauses. "And you're right. You need to be devoted to your city. If..." She closes her eyes, frustrated with herself. "If you want to be alone, I'll leave you alone. But you're hurting. If you're going to be able to help your city, it sounds like you also need to talk. About your mother, and your father. And if it helps, I want to listen."

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+1)

(14) + 1 = 15

Jun 16, 2024 8:39 pm
There's some muted shuffling, and then Aldous opens the door again. "Thank you, Stella. I appreciate that. For tonight, though, I think I'm fine. Goodnight."

The door closes again, and this time she hears his footsteps receding.
Jun 16, 2024 9:38 pm
Stella nods as the door closes.

"...Goodnight."

Stella stands there, eyes-stars a dim blue, feeling as if lead ink were draining from her pores, weighing her down from both inside and out. Part of her wanted to silently scream. But she didn't have any energy left for even a silent one, feeling run dry like a toppled inkwell left unrighted.

So she just stands there.


It's...a start. she tells herself. The back of her mind whispered it was also an end.

After several minutes of silently staring, she slowly turns and starts walking to help finish cleaning.


When she arrives at Entar's office, she stands in the doorway, looking over the clean office, scarcely a sign of her outrage. Her boots clack against the floorboards as she walks over to read Aiwë's note.

...Druid moment. Aiwë made it sound like vandalism was a normal occurrence for Stella. But she had cleaned up her pages, replaced the books, mended the chair, and wrote an explanation and apology. All without complaint.

She stops and stands for several more minutes, then turns and heads for her room.

She glances at her tomes on her bed with the note, then at Aiwë, asleep or seemingly so. She truly didn't deserve a friend like Shelur. She would try to change that.

Stella then does her best to quietly doff her armor, dress for bed, then lowers herself onto the mattress as if with great effort and stares at the ceiling, mind swimming, heart sunken.

It's...a start. she tells herself again.

But she wouldn't be studying the stars tonight.
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Jun 16, 2024 11:51 pm
Not all meaningful conflicts are with enemies.

It's been a harsh lesson for the group. As they retire for the night, they have much to reflect on, much to dream about, and plenty of work to wake up to. Still, when they wake, each feels instilled with new purpose inspired by their shifted perspectives.
OOC:
Long rest achieved. Also, level up!
Jun 17, 2024 12:33 am
Aiwë rises with the sun. The Silvershield manor is likely to be tense this morning.

She first checks to see if Aldous is up. He'll likely need her. Perhaps Koveras is a better help to him, but Aldous is her friend too, and she'll be on hand.

If she doesn't run into the frog-legged lordling, she settles into the dining hall to play soothing tunes on her lyre to the wakening household.
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Jun 17, 2024 2:03 am
Aiwe finds Aldous sitting in the dining hall with some papers in front of him, deep both in thought and in a large bowl of iced cream. By the spatters of melted cream on the table, he hasn't quite mastered dual-wielding spoon and quill simultaneously.
Jun 17, 2024 2:04 am
"Morning, lordling," Aiwë calls quietly. A satisfying sounding sweep of the hand clears the ice cream spatters. "How did things go last night?"
Jun 17, 2024 2:07 am
"Ah! Good morning to you as well, Aiwe."

He leans back in his seat, revealing more ice cream stains down his shirt. "You mean with Skie? Father and I managed to talk some sense into her, I think. Father was... extraordinarily humble. 'Twas... it was rather sweet to see, despite the circumstances. Anyway, she wouldn't come home, but she's done with that Eldoth Kron, at least. It turns out the small fortune we gave him is more valuable when not shared with a partner." He shakes his head. "She's gone off to stay with some friends. I hope she returns soon..."

Aldous takes another mouthful of iced cream. "How are you faring today?"

Rolls

Myster Roll

Jun 17, 2024 2:30 am
"I'm glad Skie is safe." Aiwë cocks an eyebrow at him and his iced cream stains. "You've got something there..."

She sits back and tunes her lyre. "Oh you know. I'm fine. I just have tender pride. And an unrelated headache."

Aiwë strums some experimental chords before adjusting another string. "I don't need to know your family secrets or anything, but I know yesterday was hard in a lot of ways. I just want you to know I'm here if you need." She smiles up at him. "I consider you a friend."
Jun 17, 2024 2:37 am
Aldous rolls his eyes. Not at Aiwe, but at the mention of yesterday. "Oh yes, hard in a great many ways. But... I don't know. I also feel... focused, I suppose. We have an important job to do, after all." He meets her eyes. "But I do appreciate your friendship. Maybe after the Iron Throne's taken care of we can talk about some of this stuff, but for now... Better just to stay focused."

He ignores her remark about his dirty clothes.
Jun 17, 2024 2:40 am
"Iced cream already, Aldous?" Koveras enters the dining hall, looking fresh and alert. "Didn't we talk about this?" His typical frown is already in place this morning, but he tosses Aiwe a wink at Aldous' expense.
Jun 17, 2024 2:43 am
Aldous snorts. "Some of us need more for breakfast than just some push-ups, Koveras." He grins up at the half-orc. "Besides, it's not as though I'll get fat from it. I'm eating for two, after all."
Jun 17, 2024 2:45 am
Koveras settles into a chair. "I hope your aim with fire bolts and scorching rays isn't as messy as your eating habits."

He glances at Aiwe and her lyre. "What are we going to hear this morning, Blood?"
Jun 17, 2024 2:48 am
Aiwë does a half bow from her seat, grinning at the exchange and the nickname. First 'cousin' and now 'Blood'.

"I'm taking requests," she says with a flourish on the lyre.
Jun 17, 2024 2:53 am
Koveras tilts his head back slightly. "How about an Orcish one? Something to wake the late-sleepers and put some fire in their blood?"
Jun 17, 2024 3:29 am
"I have just the thing!" Aiwë puts the lyre on the table so she can strum at it with one hand and sets a rhythm with her feet and her other hand.

"Tsvuuuuk!" She begins with a cry. Not full volume, certainly, she doesn't want to break Aldous and Koveras' ears at this distance, but it is a loud performance.

She sings the full round once in Orcish, a rousing chant-like tune with a heavy rhythm from her hands and feet that does indeed bolster the spirit and put fire in the blood. She even repeats the round once in Common for Aldous' benefit.

Awake!
Blood, my blood! Awake already!
The sun shines off the snow already
The caribou are walking already
Leave your cave
Leave your tent
Leave your lovers arms already
Take your spear
Take your club
Come and join the hunt already
Blood, my blood! Feel the fire!
Awake!


Her last word finishes like a howl, and she pounds the table before cutting off abruptly.
Jun 17, 2024 3:32 am
"You speak of yourself?" Dieter speaks up addressing koveras’ comment he was sitting in a corner chair. He had been quietly polishing his armour. He was wearing a loose linen tunic again but this time with some added trim embroidered on the collar though it’s quality was poor.
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Jun 17, 2024 3:39 am
Aiwë jumps with a curse. "Stop doing that." She rounds on him, likely to scold further, but stops. "Oh, hey, I like your tunic."
Jun 17, 2024 2:41 pm
Stella gets up slightly late, still weary and a bit disheveled when she leaves her room, She walks down the hall towards the dining hall. She stops when she hears the friendly banter and the cheerful strumming of Aiwë's lyre.

Should...she go in? Or would her presence simply remind them all of what she did yesterday? Aiwë and Aldous said they were glad she was staying, but there was obviously still tension and hurt.

When Aiwë starts playing and singing, each thrum of the instrument creates a thrum of longing in Stella's chest. She'd heard Aiwë sing this one on hunting expeditions. She had always hated being woken by it, but now it made her wish she were back in the Icewind Dale doing just that.

Best not to ruin the mood, she decides. She turns around and starts back to her room where she left her tomes, planning to start copying her wizard spells into the new book Aiwë bought for her.

Fear, she realizes, stopping.

That was what she was feeling, wasn't it? There was a logic to those thoughts, but also a lot of assumptions, and they were rooted in fear. If she wanted to show she cared, she couldn't just hide. But this was agonizing.

Dragon of Dawn, help me...

She slowly turns around and makes her way back into the dining hall, heart pounding, bracing herself as she enters and finds a seat. "Morning. Definitely awake," she says, forcing a weak smile as she looks at Aiwë and her lyre.
Jun 17, 2024 4:26 pm
Aiwë smiles at Stella as she enters. "Good morning." Her greeting is cheerful and unburdened, just like one she would give the boys. But... it is just like one she would give the boys. There is a special quality in her voice usually reserved for Stella and Wirrow that is missing.

"Well, now that we're all here," her face becomes considerably more solemn, "I get to tell you what else I learned when I talked to Duke Jannath and Xan yesterday."
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Jun 17, 2024 5:00 pm
Koveras grins as Aiwë begins her song, and even slaps the dining table along with the beat. The clatter of silverware has the servants looking concerned, but none of them say anything.

The half-orc gives Stella a neutral nod as she enters. Not hostile or friendly, just a simple greeting.

He looks up sharply at Aiwë's words. "More happened yesterday?"
Jun 17, 2024 5:03 pm
Aldous smiles vaguely at Stella, then suddenly becomes concerned with the splatters of iced cream on his front. He tries unsuccessfully to clean them off with a napkin.

When Aiwë speaks, he tilts his head and frowns. "Something you learned? I hope it's something beneficial to our cause..."
Jun 17, 2024 5:12 pm
Aiwë leans over and gently smacks Aldous' chest with the back of her hand, removing the ice cream.

"Two nights ago I noticed there are... holes in my memory. There's a lot of things just missing from the last couple months." She sits back in her chair, frowning with discomfort. "I didn't say anything then because I thought it might be a side effect of Stella's magic, and I was worried she would... well..." Spiral into unmanageable terror like she did yesterday.

"I needed more information first, so I talked to Duke Jannath as soon as I could, which was after the Wyrms Rock meeting, and after Stella's revelation. Duke Belt tried to restore my memories but I only got one." She folds her arms.

"It was Viconia." Aiwë recounts the memory in its entirety, her description of the events pulling the party into the story as only a bard can.

"For my own reasons I am sealing this and other memories away, but one day you will remember them. I am counting on it."

She takes a deep breath. "I am geased. I underwent the process willingly, as a proof of loyalty." A spasm of pain crosses the priestess' face, and Aiwe feels her hand tremble. "Shar take my sight, but I was fooled. The man cares only for his divine purpose and the tools available to achieve it. But I will be his tool no longer."

Viconia's grimaces through the pain, choosing her words carefully. "You and your friends have also been made his tools. You can defeat him. I have given you the means... as much as I can. I pray it is of use. And I ask you forgive my intrusions, for I fight in the only way left to me..."
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Jun 17, 2024 6:17 pm
Aldous mumbles a quick 'thank you' to Aiwe for his shirt, but then is caught up in what she says. "Holes in your memory? That sounds awful. Although... some things might be worth forgetting."

He takes another spoonful of iced cream. "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost. What is a geas? Some kind of... mind control?"
Jun 17, 2024 6:18 pm
Koveras folds his arms over his chest as he listens. "Viconia DeVir. I never actually met her, but she is perhaps my father's most highly-prized asset. Or was. She's a very powerful spellcaster. If anyone would know why Rieltar wanted Keggruk slain, it would be her."

He turns to Aldous. "A geas is a special kind of long-lasting enchantment that ensures the victim will do its best to obey a command."

(Insight: Koveras' face darkens. Yes, he's familiar with this kind of magic. What sorts of things might Rieltar have forced his adopted son to do?)

Rolls

Secret Roll

Jun 17, 2024 6:37 pm
"Forgetting something doesn't take it or it's consequences away, it just removes your ability to do anything about it." Aiwë's fingers drum on the table in irritation. "What's in the holes? Have I been having weird conversations with you all? Repeating things I should know I've already said or asked about?" She shakes her head.

"One of you has to remember what I've forgotten, since I've rarely been on my own this whole time." She tosses up her hands. "Or have I?"
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Jun 17, 2024 6:49 pm
Dieter sits back in his chair having forgotten about his polishing

Quote:
"A geas is a special kind of long-lasting enchantment that ensures the victim will do its best to obey a command."
Dieter’s eyes stare intensely at the back of koveras’ head for a moment before he purposefully looks away. People can always tell when you are looking at them.
Jun 17, 2024 7:49 pm
Stella relaxes slightly as she sees that nobody in the room seems offended by her presence.

She puffs a silent laugh at Aiwë's cleaning smack.
Quote:
"I didn't say anything then because I thought it might be a side effect of Stella's magic, and I was worried she would... well..." Spiral into unmanageable terror like she did yesterday.
Stella closes her eyes in embarrassment, cheeks flushing pink. No wonder Aiwë reacted so sharply to Stella mentioning Viconia. Well, they got here either way.

Stella's brow furrows as Aiwë recounts her resurfaced memory.

Sealed away...
Other memories...
One day you will remember them...
Counting on it...
Divine purpose...
You and your friends have also been made his tools...
I have given you the means...


Why would Viconia seal away the memories? Timing, perhaps? It would be suspicious and dangerous for her if the party pursued some method of defeating Reiltar if they suddenly knew it after Viconia was near the mine with their party.

But they were made into tools...had they already been used to help Reiltar? Or were some of them simply primed or set up to do so? Did he know about Stella's gift? Was he somehow responsible?

Would the 'means to defeat him' be revealed in Aiwe's other memories?

She opens her eyes, green and calculating.

"So...does that mean we just have to wait for your memories to unseal? Or can we ask Duke Belt to try again to possibly reveal more?" Stella looks at Aldous and Koveras. "Aiwë wasn't the only one who spent time with Viconia. I did too while in the Cloakwood, and you might have as well, when you were captured. Perhaps we should all see Duke Belt to see if she sealed away any key memories in each of us as well?"

She looks back to Aiwë. "Also, did Duke Jannath say anything about Kossuth, Uluemyn, the red planet?"
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Jun 17, 2024 7:57 pm
Aiwë shrugs. "I don't know what it means. Duke Belt might be able to try stronger magic. I had to get back to you so I didn't have a chance to ask him yesterday."

She plucks idly at the lyre. "No, she didnt say anything about Uluemyn. I wasn't sure why you left without hearing it yourself, so I took advantage of the moment alone to ask about my head instead."
Jun 17, 2024 8:08 pm
Stella draws her lips to a line and nods. She had been overwhelmed. She figured if it meant something even more dangerous than she already thought, Aiwë could hold onto it. But unloading the responsibility onto Aiwë hadn't been fair or right.

"I'll go ask her then. Either way, I think it'd be worth us giving Duke Belt a visit," she says. She tenses slightly then looks around. "If...you all agree and it doesn't interrupt other plans, of course."
Jun 17, 2024 8:19 pm
Quote:
"Also, did Duke Jannath say anything about Kossuth, Uluemyn, the red planet?"
Koveras practically flinches. "You said Kossuth?"

He speaks, and Aiwe's instincts kick in. She knows what he's going to say. How she didn't realize it before...? Well. A lot has happened in the last couple of days.

"The orcs know that planet as 'The Eye of Gruumsh'. It's seen as a herald of fire and retribution." He looks at Stella. "You had a vision about it?"
Jun 17, 2024 8:22 pm
Dieter drops his polishing rag.
Jun 17, 2024 8:27 pm
Aiwë laughs, loud and forced. "I'm so stupid! Kossuth, I know a song about it! And it's appearance, of course—The Triad kills a god of carnage. That's a message. Who better to take retribution than Bhaal? I knew the Mark of Gruumsh wasn't a coincidence. I knew it was intentional." Her words become more and more guttural in her anger.
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Jun 17, 2024 8:33 pm
Aldous looks back and forth between the party members. "I'm sorry, I'm not following. Your parents killed Gruumsh. And now, twenty years later Rieltar's starting a war between Baldur's Gate and Amn?" He shakes his head. "And besides, isn't Bhaal dead, too?"

Rolls

Religion - (1d20+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Jun 17, 2024 8:36 pm
"I was dead too, if a mortal can come back then why not one of these ‘gods’" Dieter speaks up.
Jun 17, 2024 8:49 pm
"They can." Aiwë's voice is grim. "Myrkul was dead and has arisen. Besides, gods have friends, and you can't kill an idea. Gruumsh still has many followers. Some of them just keep doing what he would have wanted, and some of them are guided by Luthic and the rest of the pantheon. Me and mine have been warring against them my entire life. You think I know these war chants and funeral dirges for fun?" She stands up roughly and begins to pace.

"Maybe Rieltar is working on his own, doing what he thinks his god would want. Maybe he's hearing whispers like the person who helped Myrkul rise again. Maybe he's just spun a grand tale to gather followers to his side. He's got a lot of money to make. A lot of death to glory in."

Aiwë turns to the party, a rage in her eyes like they've never seen. "It doesn't matter. There will be no retribution for Gruumsh's death. His death was our retribution!" She draws her clawed hand across her throat, miming a violent tearing.
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Jun 17, 2024 9:14 pm
Koveras slams his hands down on the table, and not in a musical way. The wood beneath his fists creaks. Plate and cutlery go flying with an enraged sweep of his arm.

He whirls toward Aiwe. "Make me a paladin."

Despite the anger in his movements, his voice is ice cold. "What oaths do I swear?"
Jun 17, 2024 9:17 pm
Koveras' demand shocks Aiwë from her anger. She looks at him as though he's grown two heads. "What?"
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Jun 17, 2024 9:25 pm
Koveras broad shoulders rise and fall with each breath. "Rieltar Anchev ends with me. I will swear everything that I am to end his tyranny and his machinations."

His fists clench, the veins in his arms bulge. "Which of the gods will accept my oath?"
Jun 17, 2024 9:40 pm
Aiwë grits her teeth. "Ilmater may, if you aim to lessen suffering. Tyr may, if you strive for justice. Torm may, if you desire both justice for the wrongdoer and mercy for those led astray."

She stands in front of Koveras, staring down his anger, plenty of heat in her own eyes. "What will you do when Rieltar is dead? Which god will you serve? Which cause will you champion? If all you want is power to end Rieltar, I might suggest a god of murder, instead."

Rolls

Are you sure you're thinking this through and you don't just want to murder a guy? (Persuasion) - (1d20+7)

(5) + 7 = 12

Inspiration reroll! - (1d20+7)

(7) + 7 = 14

Jun 17, 2024 10:24 pm
Quote:
"The orcs know that planet as 'The Eye of Gruumsh'. It's seen as a herald of fire and retribution." He looks at Stella. "You had a vision about it?"
Stella shivers, reminded of how she felt after her visions of death, like the stars became baleful eyes. Watching her. Hating her.

"It was corrupting a circle of four stars—the Dukes—then bleeding death into the cosmos..." she says quietly, almost whispering.
Quote:
"And besides, isn't Bhaal dead, too?"
"'The Lord of Murder shall perish,'" Stella recites, almost by instinct, "'but in his doom he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny. Chaos will be sewn from their passage. So sayeth the wise Alaundo...'"

She closes her eyes, bracing for the dizziness that had accompanied the recitation at yesterday's council with the Dukes. "My visions are related to that prophecy...I'm almost certain of it. Rieltar is likely one of them...but only one of a score...and I still don't quite understand how it relates my visions."

Eyes still closed, Stella flinches at Kovera's outburst. She opens her eyes and glances at Aldous with concern.
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Jun 17, 2024 10:27 pm
Koveras snarls through his tusks, face twisted in rage. "I've dreamt of murder every night since he killed my mother. Every time I close my eyes I see her face." He sucks in a hoarse breath. "Killing Rieltar is the only justice I'll accept for him. I want my hand around his throat. My sword spilling his guts on the floor. I want him to know it was me as he takes his last breath and the life leaves his eyes."

He turns to the rest of the room. The few servants quail under his gaze. "I just want to be the weapon that ends him. Is that so bad? Why can he murder hundreds, and cause the deaths of thousands more, and I am called 'evil' for wanting to stain my hands just once?"

He turns again to Aiwe, and she sees in his eyes not a ferocious, bloodthirsty warrior, but a beast that knows it is caged. "Is it so bad, for me to become what he made me?" The question comes out softer. Broken. "What he... made..."

Koveras pounds his chest with one arm and sinks to his knees. "How do I not become him?"
Jun 17, 2024 10:30 pm
Aldous slowly walks toward Koveras and kneels next to him, arms around the big half-orc. "It's okay. You aren't him. He doesn't have any friends like you do. We won't let you be like him."

He looks up at the rest with reddened eyes. "He isn't Rieltar. He isn't a murderer. He's just... broken."
Jun 17, 2024 10:36 pm
Stella watches Aldous embrace his friend, eye-stars teal. Surely that was what being there for someone looked like. She wanted to be like that.
Quote:
"He isn't Rieltar. He isn't a murderer. He's just... broken."
She nods in agreement.
Jun 17, 2024 10:37 pm
"What is better? to be born a master of your craft or to learn through great effort?" Dieter asks quietly "to struggle against your inner nature is to live, to find happiness is to find victory over your enemy"
Jun 17, 2024 10:46 pm
"what is stopping us from being this progeny ? Ever since we arrived we have sown death and destruction to our enemies. The dark elf said that we are tools of our enemy. I for one am not convinced that Rieltar is the ‘main villain’ of this story"

Dieter asks Stella.
Jun 17, 2024 11:01 pm
"Viconia said divine blood runs through his veins; I think it's more literal than metaphorical," she says. She swallows. Divine blood ran through her veins too, albeit that of Ilmatar. She continues, but more subdued. "But it's possible. It's...it's exactly why I wanted to suppress my powers...so I could still help without being a danger. Then why I wanted to go home..."

She averts her eyes. "What are you suggesting we do now?"
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Jun 17, 2024 11:05 pm
"I’m not sure, is there some kind of ritual we can do or solarium we can visit to get a clear path ahead from your visions? If my gut is correct we are walking to a trap if we keep going as planned." Dieter says
Jun 17, 2024 11:43 pm
There it is. The break she has been waiting for. And how can she respond, when her first reaction is anger that he might take her kill from her? Aiwë closes her eyes, takes a breath, and finds the words she knows the cleric would say. What Keggruk might say.

She kneels in front of Koveras. "He's not broken," she tells Aldous. Aiwë looks Koveras in the eye and takes his hand.

"You're not broken. You're wounded. You're caged. But there is more to you than what Rieltar tried to carve. And wounds can heal, and cages can break. I have seen it."

She stands, gently pulling Koveras with her. "Koveras and I need to cool our blood. Can you three continue without us, and let us know what you decide for our next step? I think you're on the right track." Then she leads Koveras out.

In the hall Aiwë releases Koveras' hand and gestures with her head for him to walk with her. After a minute or two of silence, she speaks.

"You'd probably prefer to have this conversation with someone else, but I'm the only Blood here, so..." Aiwë looks up at him. "Back at the mine you told me there was a life you wanted. Will you describe it to me?"
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Jun 18, 2024 12:46 am
Victor.Strokov says:
"I’m not sure, is there some kind of ritual we can do or solarium we can visit to get a clear path ahead from your visions? If my gut is correct we are walking to a trap if we keep going as planned." Dieter says
"Y—you want to use my visions more?" Stella asks, shying back. She closes her minds for a moment and exhales. "...Yes. Last night I didn't study my star charts, but I felt a shift if my powers. I think I could perform a Divination if I spend some time preparing myself. I'll need a specific question, though, about a specific goal, event, or course of action within the next...probably 7 days."
OOC:
I didn't even think about it until you asked, but Stella can actually prepare and cast Divination, which is part of the Druid spell list under the Tasha's Cauldron optional rules!
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Jun 18, 2024 1:25 am
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"Back at the mine you told me there was a life you wanted. Will you describe it to me?"
Koveras, obviously struggling to come to terms with his outburst of emotion, holds up a finger. "Aiwe. I can't do this with you right now. I'm already ashamed of what you've seen from me today." He takes a deep breath and covers his face with a hand. "Literally screaming bloody murder during breakfast. This isn't who I want you to see me as."
Jun 18, 2024 1:39 am
Aldous sadly watches Aiwe lead Koveras out of the dining hall. "My friend..." he whispers to no one. "It's as though he wasn't raised by a father, but by a demon from the Abyss. And I forget, because he hides it so well. Most of the time."

He turns to the servants in the corner, who are still looking shocked and frightened. "Please, don't speak of what you just heard to anyone. He doesn't need any rumors circulating about him."

With that, he turns his attention to Dieter and Stella. "Dieter, I think you're being a little paranoid. How can Rieltar set a trap for us when even we don't know what we're doing yet?"
Jun 18, 2024 1:48 am
Aiwë laughs ruefully. "All of the times I've seen you lose composure have been my fault. You don't show anger unless I show it first, or force it out of you. My Chieftess would be ashamed of my own display, how can I judge you for the one I prompted from you?" She sighs.

"I understand that you don't want to talk to me, but if you don't... what else is there for me to see? If you don't, I can't help answer your question."


"How do I not become him?"
Jun 18, 2024 2:08 am
Dieter laughs "if you think I’m being a little paranoid you’re either very smart or very stupid. I’m being very paranoid and yet not at all. Paranoia is when you believe people are conspiring against you but they aren’t. Sadly people are conspiring against us"

Dieter looks at Aldous and smiles "if you know your enemy better than they know themselves you can fight a thousand battles without fear of loss" Dieter explains.

"You don’t win a game of Dragon chess by moving your pieces but my making your opponent move his pieces according to your will. We have been underutilizating Stella. The universe is talking to her and we need to listen."
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Jun 18, 2024 2:11 am
Koveras shakes his head, looking truly puzzled. "Your fault? Aiwe, you're a fantastic bard, but my outbursts are mine. My responsibility."

He sighs. "It's not that I don't want to talk to you. Heavens above, I do. But... I tried to tell you once. I went about it stupidly. But I told you that I'm a beast. A monster. You didn't listen."


"You're not a beast," Aiwë replies impassively. She doesn't accept his hand. "You know that, and if you don't, having me to dance with and sing in your ear won't change that." She shakes her head as she takes more steps backwards toward the camp.

"I don't judge you or your struggles—you've certainly earned them—but I'm not your magic wand to fix them. You're looking at it wrong. You're looking at me wrong." She looks down at her hands, still covered in grave dirt, and an exasperated laugh escapes her throat. The fading light seems to play tricks with Koveras (and Dieter's) vision, and Aiwë becomes hard to focus on.

"You don't see me at all." And indeed he does not as Aiwë vanishes before his eyes, invisible.


Their steps takes them past the reading room, and he ducks inside. He doesn't sit, but leans against a bookcase. "I don't blame you. I'm a fool - often. I just... need you to understand that when we last spoke about this, I didn't feel seen either."
Jun 18, 2024 2:16 am
Aiwë follows him in. "I'm sorry." She sits in one of the chairs and crosses her legs in the seat. She looks up at him. "Will you let me try again?"
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Jun 18, 2024 2:22 am
The universe... what?" Aldous looks at Stella as though for an explanation. "You don't think it's some sort of god or curse or something?" He taps his chin. "You're right that we haven't leaned into her visions. But she's scared of them. For good reason, it sounds like. I don't want to put her through that."

He coughs into his fist suddenly. "Though... It's not my place to say such things."
Jun 18, 2024 2:27 am
"I could give you a pep talk Stella but I think we are past that. Do you have a better idea?" Dieter says.
Jun 18, 2024 3:18 am
It takes a moment for Koveras to meet her eyes. When he does, she finds him calmer. "I... Yes."

He takes a book off the shelf, something for his hands to feel and toy with as he speaks. "What I know of orc culture I learned from Winski. And then I read your uncle's book, and it showed a very different way of life." His finger traces the book's cover. "Keggruk wrote of purpose. He wrote of the genuinely good qualities of orc-kind and how they can shape a lifestyle without Gruumsh's influence. He wrote of... families that strengthen one another, rather than..." He lets that thought trail off.

"It just sounded like a fantasy, one that I couldn't have ever conjured up myself. And interspersed throughout were comments about his family. And many about you. I... felt - problematically, I admit - like I knew you better than I actually did." He lightly taps the book against his forehead. "Such an idiot. I idolized you. I put you on a pedestal."

He glances at Aiwe. "I didn't think you would solve all of my problems with a wave of your hand. But at the time, I hoped that... Well. How could I not? I hoped that perhaps some of what I perceived as your happiness would rub off on me. I didn't want you to fix me, I was just... looking for happiness, I suppose." He looks back at his chosen book. "And at the time, I thought I'd felt a connection between us. One that could possibly be romantic. Again, how could I not hope that might be the case? I won't embarrass either of us any further by enumerating your attractive qualities."

Koveras slouches against the bookcase, as though it's the only thing holding him up. "I tried to explain what I was feeling. I did so poorly, and without thought for how you must have been feeling at the time. I couldn't have had worse timing."

He shakes his head, trying to find a way through his ramblings. "In short, I made a fool of myself and disrespected you. Quite the opposite of what I'd intended to do. But..." He gingerly raises his eyes to hers. "Yes. If I allow myself to think of an ideal life, one I'd wish for myself were I not what I am, I think of a life with you. One in which we're the truest, most complete of friends. Understanding one another's faults, and committed to making the world a better place together. As a family."

The half-orc slaps the book against the open palm of his other hand, as though trying to use the sound to banish the previous thought. "You asked. I answered." Aiwe notices his hands trembling slightly as he replaces the book on the shelf.
Jun 18, 2024 3:47 am
Aiwë watches the book in his hands as he talks, trying to look attentive while also giving him space for courage. It is... a lot more about her than she hoped, like if he can't have her than all his dreams are for naught.

"I appreciate you sharing that," she says quietly when he's finished. "You said... you would hope for that future 'if you were not what you are.'" She searches his face.

"What is it you believe you are? And why? Can you trust me to be strong enough to hear it?"
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Jun 18, 2024 4:09 am
Koveras' expression goes from nervous to crestfallen.

"So that's it, then? I lay myself bare to you, at your request, and I don't even get a comment on what you think about it? I-"

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. "Aiwe. Please. You asked. I need something in return, especially if it's a flat-out rejection. I think, given our friendship, that I deserve that much."

He opens his eyes and looks straight into hers. "Can you trust me to be strong enough to hear it?"
Jun 18, 2024 4:26 am
Aiwë's expression turns from thoughtful to shocked. "I—You—" She rubs her face.

"Torm's fist, Koveras. I was trying to have a conversation about you wanting to spill Rieltar's guts onto the floor and whether or not doing so really contributes positively to your future goals in life. Generally. Because you asked how not to become him. I wasn't... I wasn't trying to talk about..." she gestures awkwardly at nothing, "us." She raises her hands placatingly.

"But I'll answer! Ok, just..." She leans her head back and covers her eyes, drumming her forehead with her fingers. This is not going well.

"I still feel like... You've pinned all your dreams on me. You're allowed to... you're allowed to want me," she cringes at her embarrassment and the clumsy words, "and rejection always hurts but I feel like... if I did reject you, it's not just the dream of having me that I would break, but of having a family and a strong partner and a purpose too. 'Who else?' you said, and it still sounds like that."

She straightens and meets his eyes. "You have to understand the pressure that is on me, and how it makes me concerned about how you see me and yourself. Is that how you feel? Like having me is the only way you can have those things? Like having me is the only way you can be happy?"
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Jun 18, 2024 4:37 am
Araklusta says:
Aldous sadly watches Aiwe lead Koveras out of the dining hall.
Stella watches sadly as well.
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"How can Rieltar set a trap for us when even we don't know what we're doing yet?"
"He has a point..."
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"You don’t win a game of Dragon chess by moving your pieces but my making your opponent move his pieces according to your will. We have been underutilizating Stella. The universe is talking to her and we need to listen."
He had a point too, but...possibly a dangerous one.
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"I could give you a pep talk Stella but I think we are past that. Do you have a better idea?" Dieter says.
Stella thinks for a moment and finds she feels...warmth. Specs of yellow appear in her amidst the clouds of teal.

Stella pulls her lips to one side and sighs and speaks quietly so only Aldous and Dieter can hear. "...If we're in private...and we burn whatever I write after I'm done..." she glances at Aldous, "and maybe if Aiwë plays a calming tune? Cast Calm Emotions specifically," she says, then nods. "Then I can do it."
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Jun 18, 2024 6:33 am
"Then let it be done, tonight" Dieter says.

This is an aggressive leap forward, he knew that this might be exactly what Rieltar wants but it was a risk they needed to take.
Jun 18, 2024 2:27 pm
Stella gives a slow nod. "I'll make preparations, then. Do you both agree that Aldous, Koveras, and I need to have our memories checked by Duke Belt today as well?" she asks. "Information we get there may help us have a more directed goal for my divination."
Jun 18, 2024 2:50 pm
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"Is that how you feel? Like having me is the only way you can have those things? Like having me is the only way you can be happy?"
Koveras cocks his head. "That's what this is about? Aiwe, from what I've read your mother was always clear about one thing: what's right comes first. But your father... he literally made a deal with a devil to keep your mother safe. Something she never would have done for him. It might not have been the right thing to do, but he saved her life, and in saving her saved how many thousands of people?"

He folds his arms. "Do I feel like having you is the only way I can be happy?" He shakes his head. "Honestly? No. Not yet. But you know me. I don't do things halfway. Whoever I end up with is someone I will give all of myself to." A wry smile passes his lips. "It seems I'm more like your elf father than your half-orc mother."

Koveras steps forward to where Aiwe sits and slowly takes her hand - the hand she used to lead him away from the group. He holds it in both of his, then looks her in the eye. "Someday, someone is going to answer 'yes' to your question. That the only way they'll ever be happy is being with you. And when they give that answer, you'll need to understand where it comes from and not be afraid of it."

His rough hands gently place hers back in her lap. "I know it's a tumultuous way forward and terrible timing. But now I'm asking you directly: do you think our friendship - which I greatly respect and value - can be something more? I, for one, would very much like to try and see where it leads us."
Jun 18, 2024 3:50 pm
"I'm not afraid of being someone's everything," Aiwë pouts. Am I? "What I'm afraid of is being seen as the only thing between you and a happy life, or becoming like the man who raised you. But," she relents, "I hear you. I'm reassured. Mostly." Her brow is creased as she looks up at him, an ever so slight frown.

"I don't think I know you very well. Especially when you call yourself a beast and say things like 'if I were not what I am.' I need to see those things, too." She looks down into her lap and massages the palm of the hand he had held.

"To answer your question though..." Aiwë swallows hard and clasps her hands together tightly, and gives a shrug Koveras understands has much more to do with shrugging off her nerves than a casual view of his serious question. "Yeah." She nods. "Maybe!" A small smile. "We can see."
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Jun 18, 2024 4:04 pm
Carcabob says:
Stella gives a slow nod. "I'll make preparations, then. Do you both agree that Aldous, Koveras, and I need to have our memories checked by Duke Belt today as well?" she asks. "Information we get there may help us have a more directed goal for my divination."
"I do, we can’t rule out these possibilities" Dieter agrees

Dieter ponders the possibility of his own memories being tampered with. It’s possible when his memory was restored that these revelations were overcome with the weight of his past life that he missed them though dieter never had a one on one encounter with the she-elf.

Rolls

Big brain time - (1D20+0)

(15) = 15

Jun 18, 2024 5:03 pm
Koveras' tusked grin lights up his dark eyes, frown lines melting away. "I want you to get to know me. And I'm looking forward to getting to know you better, Aiwe Shelur."

He straightens and offers a hand to help her up from her seat.
Jun 18, 2024 5:07 pm
Aldous nods slowly, eyes on the floor. "Okay then."

He blinks and focuses his eyes on Dieter. "Let's get our memories checked. And then we'd better have a plan, because the Harpers may have contacted Rieltar last night. We need to be ready to fulfill our part."
Jun 18, 2024 5:14 pm
"Yes, can you get me all the maps of the city and specifically those containing Rieltar’s estate if there are any city plans of renovations and building permits of his mansion I would like those too.

Also, do you have a Rapier I can borrow, and some wine corks"
Jun 18, 2024 5:22 pm
Aldous shrugs. "Neither rapiers nor wine corks are hard to find in this house. I'll see that we get our hands on everything that's needed."
OOC:
Between some maps and Koveras' knowledge of the compound, you guys should have access to lots of information. Probably the most important thing to note is that Rieltar's office is on the top floor.

1st (ground floor) - lobby, guard bunkhouse, offices
2nd - clerk offices
3rd - meeting chambers
4th - Rieltar's office, Anchev living quarters

lemme know what other information you guys might want.
Jun 18, 2024 5:23 pm
Aiwë smiles at his grin. Men. Always looking for romance while the world is ending.

When he extends his hand she puts hers behind her back with an amused quirk of her eyebrow. "We're not done, Blood. We came out here to talk about you 'screaming bloody murder during breakfast.' Seems to me a pretty pivotal time to get to know you."
Jun 18, 2024 5:27 pm
Koveras holds up his hands in surrender. "Fine! My life is an open book to you. What, specifically, would you like to know?" His grin slips a little, and some of the shadow returns to his eyes. "Though, be warned that it gets dark."
Jun 18, 2024 5:27 pm
"perfect, Stella what do you say to a training session together, last time you used your rapier I saw you had a good fountain but I could tell it was getting rusty. It was like your brain knew what to do but your body didn’t" Dieter asks.

Time for the pep talk
Jun 18, 2024 5:35 pm
Aiwë watches him steadily. "Rieltar's death. Your hand on his throat. Is it all that drives you? What if someone else kills him? What if we end his plans, but he escapes?"
Jun 18, 2024 5:44 pm
Koveras takes a deep, steadying breath. "I won't lie. Killing Rieltar has been the underlying drive for most of my life. When my tutors taught me weaponry, I imagined every training dummy had his face. It made me an avid student." He settles into one of the other chairs and laces his fingers over the table. "When I'm thinking rationally, it doesn't matter so much to me who kills him; only that he's finally dead and gone. But if he were to escape... Well. No one would be safe until he's found and put in the ground. I would never feel safe."
Jun 18, 2024 5:54 pm
"I suppose that's fair." Aiwë drums her fingers on the table. "And your talk of paladin oaths?"
Jun 18, 2024 6:03 pm
Koveras sighs and nods. "Impulse oaths are probably not the way to go about becoming a paladin. Or solving one's problems." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "But it's tempting to think you could be given a bunch of power just by swearing away your soul. If I could have sworn a paladin oath as a child to get out from under Rieltar's thumb, I would have done it."

He holds up a hand to forestall arguments. "At such times I had nothing to live for except revenge. When he disowned me, however, I truly had freedom to begin thinking of other things to do with my life. In between being imprisoned alongside Aldous and fighting bandits and wizards, that is. I..." He looks ashamed of himself. "...sometimes still have trouble breaking that old mindset, particularly when under stress."
Jun 18, 2024 7:09 pm
"Get a bunch of power by swearing away your soul?" Aiwë shakes her head with a wry smile. "That's a devil deal or a warlock pact, not paladin oaths."

She runs her fingertips across the surface of the table, making quiet rhythms against the wood. "Why did Rieltar disown you? What happened?"
Jun 18, 2024 7:21 pm
Koveras winces and nods in agreement. "I know little about devils other than what I read in your uncle's book. Which, I suppose, is actually a fair amount. They sound like an entire plane full of Rieltars; cruel and tyrannical. And I know considerably less about warlocks. Magic's not really my thing, not after what I've seen Rieltar do with it."

He leans back in his seat, lounging comfortably. He looks so much more at ease now than a few minutes ago. "Actually, I was hoping it could be my turn to ask a question." He rests his head on his hand. "Have you ever courted before?"
Jun 18, 2024 7:34 pm
Aiwë's brushing rhythm stops and she clears her throat. "No. I guess I was always more interested in reading and singing about romance than pursuing it." She begins tapping softly on the table leg, listening to the different pitches made at different heights. "Chaide has never been shy in reminding me that she has a few options picked out for me. Khanna tells her off, but I don't mind. I figured that when it was time, I'd let her arrange it."
Jun 18, 2024 8:07 pm
"Really!" Koveras' grin returns. "Were you never approached? Or you were just never interested? I can easily imagine a horde of heartbroken orclings."

He raps his fingers on the tabletop, trying it out. "But fair enough! Back to your question. I was snooping on Rieltar, naturally. He keeps a journal, probably because he has no true friends. I read that he's planning beyond what he's told his Sembian superiors. The war with Amn. Sure, war is profitable for arms-dealers, but the gold is just an excuse. He wants the bloodbath, a 'great offering to Bhaal'."

Koveras gives a small shake of his head. "I challenged him on it. He threw me out. I should have been more careful. I should have planned. But I wasn't in a good state of mind at the time, and shocked at the truth of his machinations. And so, I ended up in that tent shackled to Aldous. I'm surprised he didn't just kill me."
Jun 18, 2024 8:21 pm
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"Were you never approached?"
She shrugs. "As the Chieftess' daughter I'm important to the tribe, and when my drum guides them through a battle and my magic heals their wounds, it's natural to feel something. I don't think any of them were heartbroken long."
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"I challenged him on it."
Aiwë leans back. "Was that the first time you ever challenged him? Or just the worst time?"
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Jun 18, 2024 8:46 pm
The half-orc's gaze goes distant, humor gone. "No. Not the first time. Not the worst time." He picks at a groove on the table. "But there's only so much a child can do to challenge a wizard. I assume he just finally grew bored of me."

Koveras swallows and nods his head, then forces himself to look up. "I don't want to ask you another question that will make you uncomfortable. How about... What was your first musical instrument?"
Jun 18, 2024 9:12 pm
"Besides Khanna's ribs and my voice, it was the drum." Aiwë grins cheerfully. "Grandpa carved the wood and had one of the tribe hunters show him how to stretch and tie the skin. A perfect gift for a baby! When I got older, he taught me how to do it." Her face becomes more solemn.

"I got the feeling you are an asset to Rieltar. Are you sure he'd just throw you away without a plan? I trust you, but I don't trust him."
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Jun 18, 2024 9:22 pm
"Well, that makes sense!" Koveras nods, smiling at her grin. "Your grandpa... Human, right? Keggruk's book was pretty sparse on how your parents met. Is it a good story?"

He shrugs. "Rieltar probably had a plan for me. Fortunately I was spared whatever it was. Maybe Tazok would have actually skinned me and eaten my liver, or whatever gruesome threats he made."
Jun 18, 2024 9:44 pm
Aiwë smacks the table. "The best story! I wrote a song about it. It was one of the ones I sang to Aldous when we met." Aiwë searches the half-orc's eyes, the fantastic story of her parents' meeting lost in a nagging concern.

"Koveras, Rieltar knew we were in Nashkell and he knew we took a job escorting Aldous. Aldous' body guard was working for him, and he knew that Stella and Aldous were already fond of each other. The signs of his kidnapping were obvious, left right in the road. We never found out exactly why they kidnapped Aldous to begin with. I wouldn't be surprised if there were layers to his schemes but I think one of them was that Rieltar planned on us coming for Aldous. Is it possible that, if Tazok didn't kill us," she delivers her point gently, "another layer was that you would be there for us to find?"
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Jun 18, 2024 10:23 pm
Victor.Strokov says:
"perfect, Stella what do you say to a training session together, last time you used your rapier I saw you had a good fountain but I could tell it was getting rusty. It was like your brain knew what to do but your body didn’t" Dieter asks.
Stella furrows her brow. "I have a scimitar?" She said. "But yes, swordplay is certainly not my strong suit. I don't imagine I'll be using it again..." She trails off uncertainly. It seemed Dieter had something else in mind...and this would be a good opportunity to spend more time focused on what he was interested in. "...but it could come in handy," she finishes.

Give me some time to prepare my spells for the rest of the day, though. And to reflect and spot any gaps in my own memory. You should do the same, she recommends to Aldous.

Stella retrieves her tomes, put back together fairly well by Aiwë, and lightly studies her star charts—making sure to do it around Dieter or Aldous, meditates, and ponders, calling upon the Sleepless Knights to help her.

Rolls

Investigation + Guidance - (1d20+5+1d4)

(16) + (3) + 5 = 24

Cosmic Omen (Woe = 1, Weal = 2) - (1d2)

(1) = 1

Jun 18, 2024 10:40 pm
"what? Oh OH I’m so sorry I‘ve been so preoccupied, we can do some scimitar practice. I’ve seen some practice ones by the outdoor courts" Dieter apologizes
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Jun 18, 2024 11:07 pm
After preparing her spells, Stella follows Dieter, although a bit nervously. She would much rather practice her strengths than her weaknesses. But this was opportunity to work on two of her weaknesses at once.
Jun 18, 2024 11:27 pm
Koveras' frown slips into place like it had never left. "You mean... No." He shakes his head. "Even he can't anticipate every move on the board." His hands clench. "Why would he put me in front of the group that's been causing him so much trouble? I'm the one who told you the Iron Throne's behind everything! I'm-"

He forcibly calms himself. "I'm sorry, I just... This has been my life truly out from under his thumb for the first time! I chose this. He can't take this away from me."

His pleading eyes drift to Aiwe's. "He can't know everything. Can he?"
Jun 18, 2024 11:30 pm
Aldous' eyes widen as he considers the implications of memory loss and enchantment magic.

"You said Viconia 'did a number' on your head. What did you mean by that?"

Aldous smiles at the touch of Stella's hand, but his expression grows upset when she brings up Viconia. "She cast some charm spells on me, made me trust her like a friend, so I'd cooperate better. Be a willing captive. My memory's a bit fuzzy starting from the night she took me until she dumped me into Tazok's hands."


"Oh crap." Aldous starts feeling his head and poking at his temples. "She might have done that to me! Viconia might have taken my memories while I was her captive. And I wouldn't even know... I don't know."

He shivers.

Rolls

Aldous Investigation - (1d20+5)

Jun 18, 2024 11:33 pm
Dieter leads her out to the field he had witnessed Aiwë and Koveras fight. He pulls out two practice sabers.

"The saber and the Scimitar are actually the same thing they just hail from different pasts" Dieter explains. He passes one to Stella and hold his in his dominant hand. He takes a wide stance holding his hand high at a two o’clock position with the leather blade held loosely pointing at the 10 o’clock position guarding his head and upper body.

"you’ve already received training, why don’t you show me what you know" Dieter extends his saber forward then brings it back parallel to his face in a salute then returns to his guard.
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Jun 18, 2024 11:39 pm
Aiwë frowns empathetically. "I don't know, Blood, I don't know. But you're right. You did choose this, and it matters." She starts a brushing rhythm against the table again, soft and soothing. "The gaps in my mind feel like gaping holes, sucking at the edges like they might take more memories with them. Do you have any like that?"
Jun 18, 2024 11:41 pm
Koveras sits back and closes his eyes, heavy brow furrowed in concentration. "I don't know. Nothing so obvious. I remember traveling with your group. Being imprisoned with Aldous. Arguing with Rieltar. I remember lots of tedious, boring things before that. I remember Candlekeep, and reporting on your group. Speed-reading your uncle's book. Before that, gibberlings on the road. Beregost, where I first hired Dieter..."

He opens his eyes and shrugs. "Everything seems accounted for, at least since I met any of you. And before that..." He face falls. "There are lots of things I don't wish to remember. But I don't think any of it has been... tampered with."

Looking exhausted, the half-orc mutters, "Maybe Dieter's right to be so paranoid all the time."

Rolls

Koveras Investigation - (1d20+1)

Jun 19, 2024 12:05 am
"Thanks for looking. This whole thing must be very overwhelming. Let's stop worrying about it for now." She smiles and stands from the table.

"My parents met in an inn they were both travelling through. Khanna used to do flashy forms with her glaive and spar for tips. She sparred with my father, and she impressed him so much he asked her to meet him for a rematch and breakfast in the snow. They never ate that breakfast, because with her first blow she broke his ribs and sealed his love for her forever."
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Jun 19, 2024 12:49 am
The story draws out Koveras' laughter, and tension seems to leak away from him. He gets to his feet, which puts him very close to Aiwe. And then he steps even closer.

"Thank you, Aiwe, for making sure I'm okay and cheering me up. I'm glad we're friends. And I'm looking forward to... seeing where all this takes us."

And then he just stands there, looking down at her with a smile in his eyes.

He's not moving away, not breaking eye contact. Just waiting.
Jun 19, 2024 1:16 am
Aiwë grins at his laughter. Has she ever heard him laugh before? She's certainly never seen him smile so much.

"Of course, Blood. I owed you for yesterday, anyway. I'm glad you're feeling better." She smiles and meets his eyes easily but her expression is somewhat bemused. What is he waiting for? A kiss? Certainly not. A hug feels forced. She bumps him with her shoulder.

"Come on, let's get back. I'm sure you've worried Aldous long enough."
Jun 19, 2024 1:41 am
Quote:
"Oh crap." Aldous starts feeling his head and poking at his temples. "She might have done that to me! Viconia might have taken my memories while I was her captive. And I wouldn't even know... I don't know."
Stella's eyes widen and flash green with remembrance. "Ah, I remember you telling me that! We'll see if Duke Belt can clear anything," she assures him.
OOC:
Changing to teal in case planning meeting continues at all.
Victor.Strokov says:
"you’ve already received training, why don’t you show me what you know" Dieter extends his saber forward then brings it back parallel to his face in a salute then returns to his guard.
Stella nods, nervous, then takes a stance. She decides to start with some drills, series of simple steps and sweeps that showed she had a grasp of the fundamentals. "I trained far more with the bow and magic..." she says, as if trying to justify herself, in case her results were poor.
Last edited June 19, 2024 1:42 am

Rolls

Scimitar - (1d20+5)

(10) + 5 = 15

Jun 19, 2024 1:56 am
Koveras actually stumbles slightly when Aiwe bumps him, even flailing his arms around, as though unprepared for the movement. "What? I- Oh. Right."

He quickly catches up and falls into step beside her. "Should we go back in the same way we came out, or..."
Jun 19, 2024 1:57 am
"Good, Good!" Dieter says encouragingly. He doesn’t strike back as that would break Stella’s confidence. His steps mirror Hers as he skillfully blocks each strike, he of course he would have to give her openings allowing her to make a successful strike later but right now they were warming up to each other.

"Good, strike at me Stella not the blade."

There Dussak’s clack against each other again and again.

"Your 1 to 4 and 5 to 3 are excellent. Be aggressive your blade should strike its target at the same time your foot lands on your lunge" Dieter directs trying to pair each instruction with compliment.
Last edited June 19, 2024 1:58 am

Rolls

Defense! - (1D20+8)

(7) + 8 = 15

Jun 19, 2024 2:00 am
Aiwë smiles at him. It's reasonable to be embarrassed after his display, but he doesn't need to be. "You saw how everyone has been treating Stella, and everyone was kind to you this morning. They're your friends, you don't need to hide." She pushes open the dining room door to find Aldous by himself.

"Oh, hey. What's the verdict?"
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Jun 19, 2024 2:04 am
Stella's eyes grow more focused as Dieter encourages and critiques, the stars within a sharp, concentrated teal. She hesitates in confusion at Dieter's stroke numbering, but figures it out, and glances at her feet as she tries to time her movements with her strikes. She grows more aggressive as he suggests, some eye-stars changing to orange, getting too aggressive for her skill level.
Last edited June 19, 2024 2:04 am

Rolls

Moar Scimitar - (1d20+5)

(3) + 5 = 8

Jun 19, 2024 2:05 am
"Okay, no hiding," Koveras agrees, beaming.

As Aiwe opens the door, he steps up next to her and takes her hand in his. He tosses Aldous a happy wink.
Jun 19, 2024 2:06 am
Aldous' face, at first despondent, lights up at the sight of his two friends. He claps his hands together in delight!

"Are you two courting?"
Jun 19, 2024 2:07 am
"good! You’re implementing fast" Dieter says.

She was getting close. He decides to show her he next step.

As she strikes instead of moving straight back he blocks and pushes her overhead strike to the side. He then steps opposite leaving her open to a shot of his choice.

He returns to his original guard opposite to her just as quickly

"When we are facing repeated attack sometimes the best move is sideways. This time change it up and come to the left or right of me. And I’ll do some basic strikes aswell to give you some parrying opportunities." Dieter encourages
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Rolls

Defense - (1d20+8)

(17) + 8 = 25

Jun 19, 2024 2:32 am
Aiwë freezes in shock and rapidly reassesses a great many things.

With growing horror she realizes that when she heard, "Do you think our friendship ... can [has the possibility to] be something more? I, for one, would very much like to try and see where it [our friendship] leads us." Koveras actually said, "Do you think our friendship ... can be [right now] something more [a courtship]? I, for one, would very much like to try and see where it [courtship] leads us." And where she responded, "Yeah, maybe [it's possible for our friendship to become more]. We can see [what happens with our friendship]," Koveras heard, "Yeah, maybe. [I'm still processing]," and then "We can see. [Let's court.]"

Aiwë hauls Koveras back out into the hall without a word to Aldous.

"It has come to my attention that I'm as dense as a rock," she informs him in rapid Orcish thick with emotion. "I've also never done this before, there's a lot going on, and two days ago I was still pretty sure all I did was make you miserable so I'm going to need your patience with a lot of things and also all of this," she waves their clasped hands around before releasing him. She finally takes a breath and meets his eyes. "Is that okay?"
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Jun 19, 2024 2:52 am
Koveras, taken aback both literally and surprise-wise, blinks several times. "Wait... Wait." Realization dawns on his face, and he puts a hand to his mouth. For a moment Aiwe isn't sure if he's about to burst into rage or tears or...

Laughter!

The half-orc can't hold it in, and he has to lean against a wall to keep himself up. "You mean to say you didn't... Aiwe!" He gasps for air. "But you-! Okay... Communication! Working on it..."
Jun 19, 2024 2:54 am
Aldous rounds the corner. "What is going on with you two?"

He looks at Koveras trying desperately to regain his composure, then looks at Aiwe in confusion. "What did you do to him? You broke him!"
Jun 19, 2024 3:01 am
Aiwë flushes darkly at Koveras' laughter and presses her lips together tightly.

She looks over her shoulder as Aldous approaches. "Didn't you know I'm terribly funny?" she tells him, the slightest edge to her voice. She turns back to Koveras, insistent.

"Is that okay with you," she asks again in Orcish, emphasizing every syllable.
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Jun 19, 2024 3:17 am
With some difficulty, Koveras pulls himself together and wipes his eyes. He straightens up and responds in Orcish. "Of course! Anything for you, dear." He almost makes it to the end of the sentence with a straight face.
Jun 19, 2024 3:18 am
Aldous steps back, still confused. "So you're not courting...?"
Jun 19, 2024 3:24 am
Koveras coughs out his last laugh and takes a deep breath. "Yes. Yes, we are."

He looks over at Aiwe, with the decency to have some apology in his eyes. "I was confused for a moment," he says in Orcish. "And so surprised. But you won't regret this!"
Jun 19, 2024 3:45 am
"See that I don't," Aiwë replies, but it's with a smile.
Jun 19, 2024 7:41 pm
Stella didn't think she was doing a good job...but exerting herself and hearing Dieter encourage her onward was feeling good.
Quote:
"When we are facing repeated attack sometimes the best move is sideways. This time change it up and come to the left or right of me. And I’ll do some basic strikes aswell to give you some parrying opportunities." Dieter encourages
She nods and tries to stay light on her feet. She attacks from the left in time with her steps, then prepares to parry, and follow up with a strike from another angle. As she does, her eyes sparkle white for a moment. Time seems to slow and she sees several ghostly images of Dieter, predicting his movements. She finds an opening none of the images account for and strikes.
Last edited June 19, 2024 7:44 pm

Rolls

Scimitar Again! - (1d20+5)

(20) + 5 = 25

Jun 19, 2024 8:00 pm
Clack

Clack

SMACK!

Dieter grunts as Stella gets him squarely in the ribs. He quickly smiles "amazing Stella! You really got me!" she has really gotten him, he hadn’t even begun to give to openings yet.

"keep going"

Dieter gives a few textbook strikes and slashes. He even puts a few simple feints in for Stella to figure out.

"…. Tell me Stella, what’s going on? I’m not Aiwë you don’t have to watch your words with me."
Last edited June 19, 2024 8:21 pm

Rolls

?? - (1D20+8)

(7) + 8 = 15

Jun 19, 2024 8:29 pm
Stella feels a rush at landing such a solid blow. She tries to read the feints, strike at openings, and evade when he does strike.

"What...urggh...do you mean? I—" she pauses in her words occasionally as she tries to keep focus on the spar. "I already told you why I was—Hmm!—why I was going. And why I'm stay—iiiieeee!!"

One of Dieter's blocks catches Stella overextending, sending her off-balance. She sets her boot on a patch of mud and slips, sending her toppling to the ground with an angry grunt.
Last edited June 19, 2024 8:37 pm

Rolls

Moar Sparring Rolls - (1d20+5)

(1) + 5 = 6

Fumble! - (1d100)

(36) = 36

DC 15 Dex Save vs Prone - (1d20+2)

(7) + 2 = 9

Jun 19, 2024 8:43 pm
Dieter blocks a bit too well.

He quickly springs to stellas rescue

Rolls

Athletics - (1D20+8)

(8) + 8 = 16

Jun 19, 2024 8:43 pm
Dieter blocks a bit too well.

He quickly springs to stellas rescue. He darts forward quickly grabbing her hand giving her the support she needs

"No Stella, this isn’t about you going or staying. It’s about who you are"
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Rolls

Athletics - (1D20+8)

(2) + 8 = 10

Luck - (1D20+8)

(10) + 8 = 18

Jun 19, 2024 9:11 pm
Stella squeezes her eyes shut, bracing for impact on the ground. Dieter grabs her hand, giving her flailing leg an opportunity to find purchase on a steady patch of ground. Stella pauses then opens her eyes and rises back to standing.

She stares at him for a moment, eye-stars shifting to a soft teal. He could have just let her fall. She would have gotten back up. All part of the learning experience, some might have called it. But he wasn't here for that. He was here for her.

"...Thanks," she nods. She gazes down at the scimitar in her other hand "I...I don't know who I am," she shakes her head. "But I want to alleviate pain, not cause it. I want to be a Hero. A Watchwoman. Someone who can...who can love. And be loved. I don't know why it feels so hard for me to do either..."
Jun 19, 2024 9:48 pm
Dieter looks down for a brief moment before he returns Stella’s eye contact

"Unfortunately I can understand at least a small portion of this pain. Your journey is unique to you Stella and nobody can walk it for you but I will do everything my power to see you reach the end of that journey safely"

Dieter raises his dussak again

"Don’t give up on yourself"
Jun 19, 2024 10:10 pm
Stella smiles weakly but, indeed, with more hope than before. "Thanks. That means a lot. And I'm trying not to."

Stella exhales to refocus and raises her practice weapon as well to continue the training.

"Tell me...about your new—or old?—horns," she asks. "How are you feeling about who you are? In Nashkel, you told me you wanted to be a hero like your father, but didn't feel like you were becoming one. You talked about killing enemies like getting 'blood money'. Then I pressed you on it and you distracted me with the idea iced cream," she grins.
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Jun 19, 2024 10:47 pm
"They’re new, it was quite the shock when they grew in. As far as I can tell they are made of wood." Dieter answers as they exchange blows

"I was starting to grow restless with our current mission, I didn’t realize it was because we were getting closer and closer to the woods and my sister. At least I think that’s why, now that I know my path ahead my anger has seemed to cool but the pain remains.

Earlier when I mentioned blood money I had lost sight of our goal, the riches we had acquired seemed ill gotten. Blood money is money acquired from conflict, Like war profiteering. I guess when you study the arcane it’s easy to see ritual everywhere."
Dieter answers.

"If you look at our relationship as it stood then I supplied violence to facilitate your ease of travel. I don’t believe in good… but I do believe in evil, what is good is a matter of perspective but evil is…eternal."

Dieter puts more effort in now. He needed to build Stella back up. Facing your inner self is hard, knowing who you truly are is sad and disappointing but with training and determination you can become better than before.
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Jun 19, 2024 10:58 pm
Stella nods, accepting the responses, but then furrows her brow. "How can you define—arrrgh—evil without contrasting it? What is evil?" she asks, straining under Dieter's added efforts, slowly retreating from his advances.
Jun 19, 2024 11:11 pm
Dieter notices Stella start to pull back so he loosens his form a bit to allow a counter attack

"Let’s say that I am a wizard, I use my power to enslave the region to my will allowing me to amass wealth and power. What am I?" Dieter asks

"Now let’s say I am a bear. The year has been hard and there is little food. I find a Berry patch and begin to eat but there is a gatherer nearby doing the same. We end up fighting over the limited berries. If I kill him am I evil? If he kills me is he evil? Who is good?
Jun 20, 2024 12:12 am
"Mmm, semantics," Stella says, taking the counterattack Dieter opens for and advancing. "Even the bounties on us used the word. By the definitions I've read, 'evil' describes those who—Mmm!—who have the capacity to take or to give and primarily choose the former; to seek one's own needs and pleasures whilst ignoring those of others. A wizard has that capacity. That sentience. A bear does not—at least not to the same extent. Agree or—Hmmm!—or disagree?"
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Jun 20, 2024 6:03 am
"So you a Druid, believe that Bears don’t have the sentience capable of evil and therefor good?" Dieter probes.

He does a quick flurry of blows but ultimately doesn’t strike.

"The bear isn’t the point though. I simply believe that good is too subjective. To make a personal moral a universal truth is absurd. I believe that all men (and mer) are free according to their flesh. Life and death are a universal truth. I eradicate a goblin tribe and I’m a hero of good, to the goblins I am evil. Which one is it?

I may not be as learned in the mysteries of the planar realms but I have held my sword high and looked in the eyes of those under its shadow. I guide my blade by my morals and I hope that it is in service to whatever goodness there is in this plane to be found"
Jun 20, 2024 4:11 pm
OOC:
Feel free to continue the duel in purple if you like! In the meantime, moving forward with the Divination spell!
The party gathers in the familiar reading room, as its become their usual meeting place. There's incense on the table, as well as a few other necessary components for Stella's divination spell.
OOC:
One of the spell components is "a sacrificial offering appropriate to your religion". Feel free to describe it if you wish!

And I believe the question to be asked is: "Who is Rieltar receiving orders from?"
Jun 20, 2024 4:12 pm
Aldous seems on edge. He's actually biting his nails as he watches Stella prepare for the ritual.
Jun 20, 2024 5:06 pm
Aiwë sits Aldous down and hands him her drum. "Run your nails across it, like this," she demonstrates the circular motion around the surface of the drum and the gentle whisking sound it makes. "Nice and slow. Can you help me with that?"

She takes another chair and puts her handpan in her lap, and begins a soothing tune.
Jun 20, 2024 5:47 pm
Dieter has a handful of tourniquets , three large buckets of sand, two rolls of clean compression bandages, a bottle of spirits, and a long Shepard’s crook.

Dieter stands off to the side watching with a cooled demeanour.
Jun 20, 2024 5:53 pm
Aldous does as instructed. His hand is fairly unsteady at first, but the sound and the motion seem to calm him somewhat.

Rolls

Performance - (1d20+3)

(9) + 3 = 12

Jun 20, 2024 6:15 pm
Aiwë smiles encouragingly at Aldous, and watches Dieter out of the corner of his eye. What does he think is going to happen? No matter, the supplies seem to put him at ease, as much as the strange boy can be.
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Jun 21, 2024 3:56 am
Stella kneels down, tucking her skirt beneath her, and prepares sticks of incense in her brass brazier, the one she uses when summoning a familiar long-term. She places one of her two stargazer lilies next to the bowl.

"Can you light them, please?" she asks, turning to Aiwë. Stella had discovered many regrets on this journey. Refusing to learn Prestidigitation from Papa was one of them.

She blinks and furrows her brow when she sees Dieter and his assembly of...components? "Dieter, what...?" She raises her brow and shakes her head.

She could feel that, for a divination, she would need a divine connection—a channel by which to direct her power. By her best estimation, these powers of seeing through the cosmos were primarily tied to her druidic powers. Her home, Kuldahar, was sometimes referred to as 'Silvanus' Garden', such as in the song 'In Kuldahar's Circle', and Mama taught her some of Silvanus' teachings. Mama had denounced the gods when she was younger too, so if she was going to finally seek the aid of one, it seemed appropriate it should be one tied to druidic power. So she would try to direct her question to Silvanus.

As the incense begins to burn, she takes a slow, deep breath through her nose, inhaling the powerful scent, holding, then exhaling, focusing on relaxing the tenseness in her muscles with the help of the music. Three.

She repeats. Breathing in through the nose. Holding. Breathing out slowly through the mouth. This time focusing on relaxing her mind, imagining her thoughts giving way to an expanse of stars. Two.

She repeats once more. Breathing in—she picks up the stargazer lily. Holding—feeling and visualizing the beautiful flower, and the connection it has to the greater world. Breathing out—she crushes the flower in her hand and sprinkles it in the brazier. Three.

Her mind and body relaxed, she sits, continues to breath, the scents and music guiding her deeper into the recesses of her mind. She begins chanting in druidic to the rhythms—another technique to direct her mind's focus on the moment, and on her question: From whom will Reiltar be receiving orders?

She continues sitting, breathing, and chanting this for several minutes in an unchanging pattern. Until finally...
Jun 21, 2024 4:42 am
In Stella's mind she sees the Great Oak of Kuldahar. Its roots nestle homes, its branches caress the sky. Its warmth provides life. The details are exquisite; she can even see the old scar where her grandmother inflicted on the tree's trunk so long ago.

Her mental gaze travels up to the heavens, where the tree's branches change to become constellations. In this view, the countless stars appear almost as the freckled spots that dot the petals of the stargazer lily.

As Stella looks, the stars swirl into a series of patterns. Instinctively she understands that these are different realms of possibility, as the cosmos works to interpret her question and consider it from a myriad of perspectives.

And she receives three distinct answers:

Rieltar Anchev

Sfena

Sarevok Anchev
OOC:
The vision ends there, but for engaging with her magic in a new way instead of closing herself off from it, she gets an additional use of Portent that comes back on a long rest!
Jun 21, 2024 4:52 am
Stella suddenly opens her eyes and inhales, then quickly relaxes again.

"Rieltar Anchev. Sfena. Sarevok Anchev," Stella says. "Those were the three names that came to mind in response to the query 'From whom will Rieltar be receiving orders?'"

She furrows her brow. "He has his own agendas, of course. But Sfena. And Sarevok Anchev...do those names shine any stars for anyone?"
Last edited June 21, 2024 4:53 am

Rolls

History - (1d20+2)

(20) + 2 = 22

Jun 21, 2024 5:17 am
Aiwë is a professional and does not stop her playing, but at the names Stella speaks she almost misses a beat.

"I haven't heard them before, but... Sarevok is an Orcish name." She looks around the room generally, but keeps watch over Koveras in her periphery. "It means... 'Son of Sara.'"
Jun 21, 2024 5:39 am
Stella flips through her tattered tomes, hoping something in them will stir her memories, or perhaps simply stimulate her mind enough to learn the answer as an extension of the divination.

"Mmm!" Stella's eye-stars shine with remembrance. "Sfena. I think that's the leader of the entire Iron Throne in Sembia," she says after thinking for a moment. "So the top of the hierarchy, I imagine. But Sarevok..."
Quote:
"Sarevok is an Orcish name..."
"Oh, that's right! That suffix...it's" she snaps her fingers a few times, as if trying to conjure the meaning.
Quote:
"It means..."
"Son of Sara," she says in sync with Aiwë. "Would that mean...Koveras' has a brother, then?" She wants to continue, but senses there's more weight to the revelation than she, personally, felt.

Is he simply part of the hierarchy, or do he and Sfena each have their own sets of goals and orders?
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Jun 21, 2024 4:16 pm
Koveras goes very still. "Sara... Sarevok." He seems, for the umpteenth time today, to be staring at nothing. "Stella, your spell is wrong. There are no other Anchevs." His voice is wooden. "I have no brother."

Rolls

Secret Roll

Jun 21, 2024 4:22 pm
Aldous stops scraping the drum. "Maybe... maybe it means you, Koveras? Maybe you are going to give Rieltar an order. You know, like "Die!" or something?"
Jun 21, 2024 4:34 pm
Aiwë stops playing as well. "Koveras... that's your name. Koveras backwards, it's Sarevok."
Jun 21, 2024 4:47 pm
Koveras closes his eyes. "No. No, that can't be right. You're wrong, Aiwe."

His fists clench tightly. "I am Koveras. My mother gave me this name. My mother. Sara."

His eyes flicker open and he looks at the group, at Aiwe, pleadingly. "What is happening?"
Jun 21, 2024 4:49 pm
Aiwë searches Koveras' face. She has suspected from the beginning that their group was intended to find him when they rescued Aldous. But why? And does Koveras himself know?

She can't tell. He is a good actor, she knows that. He had to be, to survive in Rieltar's household. Could he have been playing them this whole time? Or has magic been used to control him?
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Rolls

Insight - (1d20+1)

(9) + 1 = 10

Inspiration - (1d20+2)

(2) + 2 = 4

Jun 21, 2024 5:09 pm
Dieters eyes shift between Koveras, Aiwë, Stella, then Aldous and back all the way to Saverok.

Normally he would wait for Aiwë to develop a more conventional plan but this was different.

Dieter melts into a cloud of mist and reappears behind Saverok in the same instant with rope in hand.
OOC:
Dieter is going to restrain Saverok!

Rolls

Dexterity (if needed) - (1D20+3)

(12) + 3 = 15

Athletics - (1D20+8)

(3) + 8 = 11

Athletics luck (hero die?) - (1D20+8+1D8)

(1) + (7) + 8 = 16

Jun 21, 2024 5:56 pm
Dieter moves lightning fast to wrap the rope around Koveras, expertly tying the half-orc up as he has so many others.

Koveras breaks the rope.

A moment later, he's behind Dieter, a length of the rope wrapped tightly around the young man's throat.

Koveras suddenly shakes his head. "What... No!"

He lets the rope fall, revealing angry red welts where it was just moments against Dieter's neck.

His eyes go to Aiwë, and she sees confusion.

And fear.

"I'm sorry...!"

With sudden, supernatural speed, Koveras flees the room.

Rolls

Athletics - (1d20+15)

(16) + 15 = 31

Jun 21, 2024 6:17 pm
"Koveras, stop!" Aiwë's voice reverberates with magic.

Aiwë casts Hold Person on Koveras. DC 15 wis save.
Jun 21, 2024 6:18 pm
Aiwë feels her spell easily overwhelm Koveras' mind - and then it melts away like oil from water.
OOC:
Koveras is somehow immune to paralysis.
And then, moving so fast he's a blur, the half-orc is out of sight.

Rolls

Wis save - (1d20+1)

(8) + 1 = 9

Jun 21, 2024 6:30 pm
Aiwë curses. She turns to the party. Rapid-fire, she delivers orders. "Stella, Dieter, tell the the Dukes that we need to halt our plans immediately. Aldous, we need to catch Koveras."

She darts out the door without waiting for a response. "Koveras!" Her battlefield-trained voice echoes loudly through the halls. "We can't help you if you run!"
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Jun 21, 2024 7:06 pm
OOC:
Stella summons a tiger and commands it to let Aiwë ride and direct it, then goes with Dieter to find the Duke.
Jun 21, 2024 7:42 pm
Aldous, entirely shocked by the rapid sequence of events, recoils away from the tiger when it appears. "Eeegahh!"

Fortunately, the big cat pays him no mind, and quickly catches up to Aiwe. It dips its head between her legs and tosses her onto its back, and then races down the hallway.

The sound of breaking glass tells Aiwe that Koveras has made himself an exit from one of the manor's many windows.
Jun 21, 2024 7:45 pm
"There!" she urges the tiger. "Are you kidding me, Blood?" Aiwë shouts out to Koveras. "A window?"
Jun 21, 2024 7:52 pm
The tiger whips into the room with the broken window and leaps outside, Aiwe barely ducking enough to keep from hitting the window's frame.

She finds Koveras facing her from across a large section of garden. He looks ready to take off again if she comes any closer. "What am I supposed to do? I need to get away. Lay low. Think things over."
Jun 21, 2024 7:58 pm
Aiwë pats the tiger, telling it to stop. "Get away from what?" She hops off the tiger but stays next to it, her hands spread nonthreateningly. "What you're supposed to do is take a deep breath, and then talk to me. Aren't we courting, or something?"
Jun 21, 2024 8:01 pm
Koveras points at the manor. "Dieter attacked me, and you cast a spell at me. It doesn't sound like you're interested in talking."
Jun 21, 2024 8:06 pm
Aiwë fixes him with a stare. "Dieter died in part due to your actions. He doesn't trust you, but he trusts me to handle this, now." She hopes. "I was worried that if you ran off I'd never catch up." She gestures to the throwing mallets on her belt and the tiger at her side. "Look, I'm sorry about the spell, but if I wanted to make this a fight I would have already."
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Rolls

Chillax buddy (persuasion) - (1d20+7)

(17) + 7 = 24

Jun 21, 2024 8:14 pm
Koveras takes a breath. "So, what? You want me to come back inside, into a place with people who don't trust me?"

He shakes his head. "Do you even trust me?"
Jun 21, 2024 8:18 pm
Aiwë moves very slowly to just in front of the tiger and sits down. "I said, I want you to take a deep breath, and talk to me." She gestures for him to sit where he is. "I told you this morning. I trust you, but I don't trust Rieltar. I trust you, but this has to be sorted out. So please. Talk to me."
Jun 21, 2024 8:21 pm
Koveras takes a deep breath, but doesn't sit. "I don't know what's going on. The only person besides Rieltar who might is Winski. I need to talk to him and get some answers."
Jun 21, 2024 8:25 pm
Aiwë folds her hands in her lap. "That works out, since we already plan on talking to him. There might be another way to get some information though. If you really do know something," she gestures to her head, "deep down or suppressed, I might be able to find it. If you'll let me look."

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+7)

(1) + 7 = 8

Jun 21, 2024 8:33 pm
"You don't want to help me. You want to see if I'm a threat." Koveras shakes his head sadly. "You don't trust me."

He shifts his feet. Getting ready to run? "I'm going to the compound now. I'm done hiding from Rieltar. I'm done not having answers." He looks her in the eye. "I don't expect you to come running after me. But if there's one thing I can guarantee, Rieltar will be distracted. Maybe you can find a way to do some good with that."
Jun 21, 2024 9:05 pm
Aiwë jumps to her feet in anger. "I am trying to help! I have only tried to help you from the moment we met!" She takes a breath and says more quietly. "You are Koveras Anchev and you have carried that weight. Who helped you carry it? Who advocated for you to everyone who looked at you askance? Who vouched for you at every meeting it was questioned you should be involved in?" She stares him down. "I will keep doing it as long as I can, but if you leave, I can't." She sits again and holds out her hands.

"I am trying to help you get answers, without you throwing yourself at a fortress. Haven't I earned your trust?"

Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+7)

(20) + 7 = 27

Jun 21, 2024 9:25 pm
Koveras slowly walks to Aiwe and slumps down to both knees in front of her. The tiger growls, but Koveras doesn't bat an eyelash.

"Okay," he says. "I trust you. With everything I am. Or anything I might be."
Jun 21, 2024 9:30 pm
"Then let's see what we can see." Aiwë takes his face in her hands, already pulsing with magic in gentle vibrations. She speaks, more a command to Koveras' mind than to Koveras himself. "Show me what you know of Sarevok."

Aiwë casts Detect Thoughts.
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Jun 21, 2024 9:33 pm
The first thing Aiwe senses from Koveras is fear. He practically stinks of it. His focus seems to all be on trying to control it, keep it at bay. Keep himself open.

She gently presses more deeply into his mind... such as it is. Trauma. Fractures. Large chunks of him are sequestered and dark. It's like looking at architectural blueprints that have been crumpled, stained, burned. Mangled.

It's awful.

Questing after anything pertaining to "Sarevok", her mental view shifts to a colossal door. Shut and sealed. Impenetrable.
OOC:
Depending on what you want to do next, a check might be in order! Insight makes the most sense to me, but I can also see Persuasion working. We'll discuss before you roll.

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Jun 21, 2024 9:54 pm
Aiwë aches to see what has become of his mind. It looks like a great winter storm has torn through his mind like the scrimshaw huts of the Dale. How can he feel anything other than fear? She sings a song to soothe him as much as she can.

"The wind is blowing loud and cold,
The Dale's deep crying unconsoled,
But you my dear are safe and warm,
Tucked safe and sheltered from the storm."


She mimics the sound of wind passing over, easing his fear, coaxing open the door of his mind.

"Wooshhhh, wooshhhh, wooshhh, it passes.
Wooshhhh, wooshhhh, wooshhh, it leaves.
Peace now, don't fear, my darling
You are here with me."
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Rolls

Persuasion - (1d20+7, 1d20+7)

1d20+7 : (11) + 7 = 18

1d20+7 : (9) + 7 = 16

Hero point! - (1d8)

(1) = 1

Hero point reroll because I wrote a SONG - (1d8)

(6) = 6

Jun 21, 2024 10:29 pm
Aiwe's song is beautiful and comforting.

But the mental door remains shut.
OOC:
This is a contested roll, and your opponent got a 25. I'll leave you the option of using your Hero Point d8 to boost your previous Performance roll if you want. If not, then we'll just continue!
Her song and magic swell, not only trying to influence Koveras' broken mind to open further, but also harmonizing with it, becoming one with it. She shares in his pain and fear, stands shoulder-to-shoulder with him against them, and lifts.

The door rumbles and rises, opening to reveal...

Araklusta sent a note to gardensun
Aiwe crumples to the grass, unconscious.

Rolls

Mystery Roll - (1d20+9)

(16) + 9 = 25

Jun 22, 2024 4:28 pm
Stella is surprised by how calm she feels after engaging her powers through the divination. Could she study her star charts without writing utensils as well? Or would she just...claw blood from herself and scrawl with it? They could at least try it..

But Koveras spelled backwards...it was possible her mind came up with that...Aldous' suggestion is also possible—If Koveras acquired power over Rieltar within the next seven days, he could give orders. Koveras seemed genuinely shocked and frightened. But to have a different name implied a different identity. Was there...some kind of magic that possessed him, like how Stella's powers possessed her? Perhaps they could—

"Dieter!" Stella shouts when he tries to wrap rope around Koveras and he quickly bursts free and flees. "Wait!" she says, scrambling to her feet.

When Koveras starts to run, and Aiwë gives orders and starts running, Stella's mind races. He was fast, and if Aiwë needed to catch up she'd need help. Several ideas flash through her mind, but she quickly settles on summoning a tiger—the kind from back home—by tapping out a quick constellation.

Stella points to Aiwë and speaks to the beast in druidic.
"She is your guide. Be her stride. Help pursue. Strike not unless stricken."

"Aldous, where is your father right now?" Once he replies, Stella gives a pointed look at Dieter, then races out of the room to go find the Duke.
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Rolls

Investigation (to find the Duke if Aldous doesn't know) - (1d20+5)

(15) + 5 = 20

Jun 22, 2024 4:30 pm
Quote:
"Aldous, where is your father right now?"
"Um, uh, his study! Most likely!"


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"Aiwe? Aiwe!"

Aldous comes running out of the manor and across the grass to where fallen Aiwe lies. The conjured tiger waits patiently nearby. Koveras is nowhere to be seen.

He gently tries to shake her awake. "Aiwe! Are you alright? What happened? Where's Koveras?"
Jun 22, 2024 5:23 pm
Aiwë sits up with a groan. "I'm alright. Just some magic rebounding." She puts her face in her hands. "Koveras is terrified. We couldn't figure out what's happening. He must have gone into hiding."
Jun 22, 2024 5:27 pm
Aldous frowns sadly. "Oh poor Koveras. He should have stayed with us. How else are we supposed to help him?"

He offers a hand to help pull her to her feet. "We need to get back to the others. We're all scrambling about like chickens with our heads cut off."
Jun 22, 2024 6:26 pm
"That's what I tried to tell him." Aiwë stands, passing a hand over her face. "I'm sure Stella's panicking and Dieter's looking for someone to stab. Let's get back. I think we all need a cup of calming tea or something."
Jun 22, 2024 7:01 pm
Aldous nods in agreement. "I could use something for my nerves!"

He leads Aiwë back into the manor, keeping an eye on her in case she seems unwell.

Once inside, he calls for everyone to come into the dining room, including his father.
Jun 22, 2024 7:09 pm
Aiwë paces as she waits, tapping frustratedly on her thigh.
Jun 22, 2024 7:14 pm
Stella bursts into the study, not even pausing to knock.
OOC:
Or accidentally slams herself into the door if it's locked. I will assume he is actually in there.
"We need to halt our plans! Koveras may be compromised," Stella puffs, catching her breath, then pauses and grimaces, realizing how unhinged she must seem, bursting into the room like this, when the night before she suddenly declared she was going home then had a "druid moment" in his study. "...Aiwë asked me to tell you. Also, we can pay for window—not sure what happened there—and I'll pay for repairs if the tiger damages the floor."

Stella pauses again and groans internally. This was not helping.


Stella arrives in the dining hall, face as pink as her eye-stars. If she weren't so embarrassed, she might chew out Dieter for making such a brash decision, but she was hardly one to speak on brash decisions.

"What...happened? Is Koveras gone?" she asks.
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Jun 22, 2024 7:23 pm
Aiwë nods, teeth grit in frustration. "He's gone into hiding. He's determined not to let Rieltar use him." She sits at the table. "We can continue as planned, just... one man down." She taps the table with a frown.
Jun 22, 2024 7:45 pm
Stella's eyes sadden and shift blue, her face growing cold. She never spent much time with him, but...well, she knew how he felt.

And Aiwë...seemed hurt.

"Any idea where he would go? I could scout after him before he gets too far. Locate Object on his armor or boots or something. Turn into a spider and summon Noctalia to fly me around," she suggests quickly. "Or...should we just leave him be?"
Jun 22, 2024 8:15 pm
Entar jumps in surprise as Stella barges in. He stands in front of his bookcase - which is slid open, revealing a hidden passage. "What is - Stella!" He steps in front of the secret passageway, blocking her view within. "Halt our... What happened to the wind - What tiger?!"

Entar follows Stella into the dining room. "Koveras' loss is regrettable, but the plans are already in motion. We must proceed!"

He looks around at the group. "I'm glad you're all here. The Harpers contacted Rieltar last night, and he's responded today. He's meeting our 'Knights of the Shield' in Candlekeep at midnight tonight!"
Jun 22, 2024 8:17 pm
"Leave him be," Aiwë tells Stella. No tapping or pacing or rhythms now. "The Duke is right, we can't interrupt our plans. Besides," she says quietly, "he's made his choice. I'm done chasing people who don't want me." She passes a hand over her face.

"Aldous can we get that tea?"
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Jun 22, 2024 8:31 pm
Stella furrows her brow. Secret passages? Where did it lead? Perhaps a warded room or item used to communicate? He probably hadn't used it in a while, forgoing magic and all that, but coordinating forces across such great distances in such a short amount of time surely required something more than handwritten letters.

She shakes her head to clear it before she loses focus on her spell. Not her business. He had already earned her trust.

Quote:
"I'm done chasing people who don't want me."
Stella nods and bites her lip, watching Aiwë sympathetically. She finally allows her focus to drop, letting the summoned tiger outside dissipate.

"Should...Aldous accompany us for the infiltration, then? Additional firepower if things go wrong?" She glances to Aldous then looks to Lord Silvershield. "Or do you still want him to help coordinate efforts with you?" She bites her lip again and looks back to Aldous. "I mean...What do you think?"
Jun 22, 2024 8:34 pm
"Right!" Aldous calls for the servants, who bring out a large kettle, various flavorings, and a number of cups. He waves the servants away and starts handing out the cups.

The young noble looks at his father. "Midnight tonight!" He glances at the clock. "That's... a little more than eight hours from now!"

When Stella questions that perhaps he come along on the mission, Aldous nods eagerly. "You three will need an extra hand! And while Koveras had knowledge of the inside, I've got magic. Which ought to be at least as valuable." He grins. "I can fly now! Well. Sometimes. Or let someone else fly!"
Jun 22, 2024 8:42 pm
"Whatever you think is best," she tells a Aldous. Aiwë walks to the kettle. "What can I get you, sister?" she asks Stella. "Dieter? Aldous? My Lord?"
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Jun 22, 2024 8:55 pm
Stella glances to Dieter and Aiwë to gauge their reactions, then looks back to Aldous and grins, eye-stars suddenly a mix of yellow and green. "You learned to cast Fly? Aldous, that's amazing! Wait, that's a Third Level spell! Can you also cast..." She turns her head slightly and raises an eyebrow. Fireball? she mouths. "Though I hope it doesn't come to that, of course..."
Quote:
"What can I get you, sister?"
Violet sparks appear in her eyes and she smiles. "Anything will do, but Pale Jade if they have it. Thank you!"

This seemed like such an impossible contrast from the day before. She wasn't sure how long she would feel so...light and connected. But she would savor it as long as she could.
Jun 23, 2024 1:23 am
Aldous shrugs. "A fireball sounds most fun. But... I'm not sure I've figured that one out. We'll have to see!"

In response to Aiwe's question of tea, he waves a dismissive hand. "Any flavor is fine. But extra sugar, if you don't mind!"
Jun 23, 2024 1:24 am
Entar frowns at Aldous. "You're having our guest serve the tea? Have you no sense of etiquette?"
Jun 23, 2024 1:26 am
Aldous rolls his eyes. "Father. Aiwe is practically family. Why, if you'd let Dieter help the cooks in the kitchen, you'd find him capable of all sorts of culinary wonders. And besides, she offered."

In spite of his words, he looks over to Aiwe. "You... don't mind, do you?"
Jun 23, 2024 1:34 am
Aiwë smile wryly at Aldous. "I offered, didn't I?" She looks to the Duke. "Let me get you something, my Lord. Times like these, it helps to keep my hands busy."

While she waits for his answer, she prepares some Pale Jade for Aldous and Stella, remembering the extra sugar for the young lord. Her hands are steady on the kettle and the teacups, and she stirs with precision. She taps the teaspoon on the edge of the cup once without flourish, then carries the teacups over.

"Here, sister." She hands Stella her cup. "Extra sugar for you, Aldous." She returns to the kettle and begins to prepare herself something.

"So what's our plan of infiltration then? Aldous' flying could change our strategy up a bit. How well can you see at night?"
Jun 23, 2024 1:41 am
Entar relents. "Earl Gray, please."
Jun 23, 2024 1:43 am
Aldous chuckles. "At night? Not at all, I'm afraid. But with you or Stella to guide me, it shouldn't be that hard." He thinks a moment. "Or Dieter! He seems to be able to find his way around in the dark just fine."
Jun 23, 2024 7:14 am
Stella smiles warmly at being called 'sister' again and accepts her cup.

She thinks for a few moments, inhaling the aroma. She blows gently on the tea, then takes a sip.

"How much can you carry, Aiwë?" She asks. "If Aldous casts the spell on you, could you carry both Dieter and Aldous with all of their gear?"

She gestures towards her room where her pack is. "I bought four potions of invisibility today. After you casts the spell, Aldous, we can drink them. I can shapechange into a spider and have a Detect Magic spell active to watch for wards. Or if we're confident there aren't wards on the second or third floors, I can focus on keeping us silent instead. I could also scout for wards with Detect Magic beforehand by riding around on Noctalia, though it's possible to mask wards, however, and if something goes wrong during that, I'd be in more trouble, so I'm not entirely sure how reliable that would be...Either way, a preliminary Find Traps seems in order at the very least."
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Jun 24, 2024 3:44 pm
"Well with all my gear I still weigh less than the elk Aiwë tells me about, she can carry me. We should all go in at once, I don’t want you flying around the grounds before we begin." Dieter says

"The other dukes didn’t answer my question though; what are our rules of engagement?"
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Jun 24, 2024 5:23 pm
"Earl Gray, coming up," Aiwë smiles at the Duke. "I think I'll have some too." She listens to Stella's planning attentively while she works to serve two cups of Earl Gray. Once again she stirs smoothly, the teaspoon making no sound against the side of the teacup. She taps the teaspoon once on the side without musicality, then brings one cup to the Duke.

"I can carry a lot, but carrying both Dieter and Aldous at the same time seems more logistically difficult than anything, sister. If Dieter doesn't feel comfortable taking two trips, maybe you can be something that flies and carry one person?" She has an appreciative sip of her tea before looking at Dieter.

"Do you want anything before I sit, cousin?"
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Jun 24, 2024 5:26 pm
"No thank you, swallowing is painful at the moment.

If you can carry Aldous, I can climb without being noticed."
Jun 24, 2024 5:33 pm
"I can do that." Aiwë leans against the wall instead of sitting and taps her teacup with a finger a few times in a rhythmless beat. "What's the plan for when we get inside?" She takes another sip.

"Let me know if your tea is the way you like it, my Lord Duke."
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Jun 24, 2024 6:18 pm
Duke Entar sips his tea. "Most excellent. Thank you, Aiwë."

He looks over to Dieter. "At this point, much as I hate to say it, the use of lethal force is necessary, particularly to keep any of you from being caught. I will take full responsibility for your actions should we be proven wrong about the Iron Throne and Rieltar."

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Jun 24, 2024 6:24 pm
"well, that’s where it gets complicated.

Our objective is to find incriminating evidence to remove Rieltar from power. Our first stage of the operation is already planned, the second stage would be to find Rieltar’s safe room. His safe room will either be in the top floor or the basement. Personally I think it is in the basement. He will have a means of travel between the top floor and the bottom. The third and most important phase of the operation is extraction. We need to plan an escape route and a safe house for us to reach. Can you take care of that Entar?"
Dieter asks

"For the second phase… if we want to do this textbook… we kill everyone we see, take a captive and interrogate them within an inch of their life then dispose of them. Pivot our plan as needed then quickly and violently raid the safe room to secure our target then move on to the third phase" Dieter waits for everyone’s input.
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Jun 24, 2024 6:40 pm
Quote:
"maybe you can be something that flies and carry one person?"
Stella purses her lips, "I...haven't figured out shapechanging into something with wings yet. I could summon something and have it drink the potion of invisibility, I guess? Then become a spider myself."

Stella turns to Dieter.

"Aren't his strongest lackeys on the third floor, to protect his study on the top floor?" Stella asks. "Though I suppose it could be to divert attention from a hidden basement..."

She scowls at the idea of killing everyone on-sight. "The longer we stay undetected, the more time we have to find evidence without Rieltar becoming aware. The potions of invisibility and my Pass Without Trace spell can last up to hour. If we get into a fight, then yes, silencing the noise should be our first priority, but if we're reckless about it, I can't see it ending well."
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Jun 24, 2024 6:44 pm
"That's some textbook," Aiwë chuckles. "Thorough and efficient. Rieltar and his ilk have certainly earned it." She takes another sip of tea.

"This is a really good blend, my Lord Duke. Do I taste notes of citrus?"
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Jun 24, 2024 6:49 pm
Aldous frowns at Dieter. "We're supposed to remain undetected for as long as possible, or risk Rieltar returning to the seat of his power in all his 'wizardly glory'. Barging in and killing everyone is hardly discreet."

He taps his chin with a finger. "Koveras was sure any incriminating documents would be on the top floor."
Jun 24, 2024 6:50 pm
Entar puts his teacup down rather hard upon hearing Dieter's plan. "I wasn't aware we were sending brutish raiders for this task. It is meant to be covert."

At Aiwe's question he retrieves his cup and takes another, longer sip of tea. "I'm not sure, Aiwe, to be honest. I think it was imported from Cormyr, but you'd have to ask the head cook."

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Jun 24, 2024 7:14 pm
gardensun says:
"That's some textbook," Aiwë chuckles. "Thorough and efficient. Rieltar and his ilk have certainly earned it." She takes another sip of tea.
Dieter tried to laugh aswell

"The book of the dead - by Ragnar." Dieter answers
"It takes a certain reader. I’d also recommend his book ‘man-trapping; the ultimate game’

"What I am trying to say is that we remove the decision making process by making the decision now. If we have to take the time to think we lose the initiative.

We are entering the home of a Bhaalite cultist, what do you think will happen if we are captured?"
Jun 24, 2024 7:21 pm
Quote:
"It takes a certain reader..."
"I'll have to look those up sometime," Aiwë says with a smile.
Quote:
"We are entering the home of a Bhaalite cultist, what do you think will happen if we are captured?"
"I shudder to think," Aiwë murmurs into her tea. She clears her throat. "But the Duke wants covert! Besides, we don't want Rieltar being alerted of our ruckus or he'll race home to find us, won't he?"
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Jun 24, 2024 7:55 pm
Stella nods, relieved at the Duke's and Aldous' support of covertness. "Then we turn invisible, enter on the second floor—Dieter climbing, the rest flying—sneak our way up to the fourth floor, and fight only when necessary to protect ourselves or to prevent someone from alerting others of our presence. Agreed?"
Jun 24, 2024 8:00 pm
"Sure thing, girlie." Aiwë drains the last of her tea. "Anything else we need to talk about?"
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Jun 24, 2024 8:16 pm
"Then it’s decided" Dieter says.
Jun 24, 2024 8:34 pm
Quote:
"I shudder to think," Aiwë murmurs into her tea.
(Insight: Stella notices Aiwe hiding a smirk behind her teacup. What is that about?)

Rolls

Mystery Roll

Jun 24, 2024 10:35 pm
Stella blinks and frowns. Did Aiwë want to get cornered, just so she could let loose? She had been through a lot, but...

Girlie? Had Aiwë ever called her that before? Come to think of it, had she ever called her just 'sister' before, instead of 'sister-girl'?

A thought strikes.

How long had Aiwë been alone with Koveras? He seemed confused and afraid but wasn't even phased by Aiwë's Hold Person spell. Was it because...he wasn't a humanoid?

Stella's eyes, stars still green with calculation, flick over to Dieter's and Aldous' arms, specifically looking for the cut they had made the night before. Then she looks for Aiwë's cut to see if it's still there, then down at her tea with a sinking feeling.

"Dieter, can you please stand watch by the door for a moment?" she asks, trusting he'll oblige.
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Jun 24, 2024 10:48 pm
"What's wrong, sister?" Aiwë puts a hand to her mallet and begins scanning the room for danger. Her 'blood pact' cut is covered with a bandage as it has been since yesterday.
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Jun 24, 2024 10:49 pm
Dieter pauses at the sudden request.

He walks over to the door and jams it closed then draws his sword. He stands facing the occupants.
Jun 24, 2024 11:00 pm
Stella looks at Aldous, eye-stars teal, giving him an intense look with teal and orange eye-stars, then glances down at his wand and back up at him.

Stella sets down her teacup, grabs one of her tomes and stands, flipping through it. As she does, she silently summons Noctalia behind her chair. "Aiwë, can you please cut your arm? You were alone for a little while. We just need to be sure."

If she were Aiwë, she'd do it without hesitation. If she weren't, well...then they'd have either a fight or a chase on their hands. While they were all probably poisoned.
OOC:
Stella readies to cast Conjure Animals if Aiwë makes any sudden moves. She also tells Noctalia to get ready to grab the Antitoxin on her belt and fly it to Entar.
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Jun 24, 2024 11:02 pm
Dieter stiffens at Stella’s accusation.

What worried him is that he saw it too now.
Jun 24, 2024 11:29 pm
"If you don't count your tiger, then yeah, I was. Thanks Aldous." Aiwë frowns. "Look, I know you don't trust me, but we've been over it. Can we not do this again in front of the Duke, please?"
Jun 24, 2024 11:34 pm
"Do it" Dieter orders
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Dieter also readies an attack action
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Jun 24, 2024 11:40 pm
From outside the room comes a sudden yell, and then a heavy force hits the door behind Dieter, causing it to splinter inwards!
Jun 24, 2024 11:41 pm
Stella doesn't wait.

"Auroth! Bind." She summons a giant constrictor snake and it tries to wrap itself around Aiwë.

She commands Noctalia to go. She slips her antitoxin into the owl's talons and it glides over to the Duke. "Duke! Get back! And drink this antitoxin. I believe we've been poisoned!"

(If 21 hits, 'Aiwë' takes 11 bludgeoning damage and is restrained.)

(Auroth: AC 12, 60/60 HP)
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Rolls

Constrict vs Aiwë - (1d20+6, 2d8+4)

1d20+6 : (15) + 6 = 21

2d8+4 : (34) + 4 = 11

Jun 24, 2024 11:53 pm
"Really?" Aiwë hisses from her scaly constraints. "You attack me now? Fine! In the name of the Flaming Fist, you are all under arrest!"
Jun 24, 2024 11:56 pm
Trusting these seasoned adventurers, Duke Entar immediately downs the antitoxin.

Sputtering at the taste, he raises his voice. "What is the meaning of this?! The Flaming Fist?"
Jun 24, 2024 11:58 pm
Another slam and the dining room door bursts open, with a half-dozen armed Flaming Fist soldiers pouring in. "Drop your weapons! Drop your spells!"
Jun 25, 2024 12:01 am
Dieter hearing the crash of the door and Aiwë’s "authority" decides to make more executive decisions. He runs into Stella causing both of them to crash through the window.
OOC:
Dieter is going to attempt to Misty step to the ground and catch Stella.

Rolls

Athletics - (1D20+8)

(3) + 8 = 11

Luck - (1D20+8)

(12) + 8 = 20

Jun 25, 2024 12:25 am
Stella screams as Dieter tackles her through the window. "Bite!" Stella yells commands in druidic, managing to maintain the spell.

Hide, but no sudden movements! Tell me what you see if it draws blood! she commands Noctalia telepathically, hoping to take advantage of the confusion.
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Rolls

Concentration 'cause, well, she got tackled out a window - (1d20)

(17) = 17

Bite vs Fed Aiwë (Adv. due to Restrained) - (1d20+6, 1d20+6, 2d6+4)

1d20+6 : (4) + 6 = 10

1d20+6 : (9) + 6 = 15

2d6+4 : (53) + 4 = 12

Noctalia Stealth - (1d20+3)

(11) + 3 = 14

Jun 25, 2024 3:06 am
Dieter and Stella burst through the manor's dining room window and into the Silvershields' garden, spraying the bushes and flowerbeds with broken glass.

There are more soldiers outside in late-afternoon sun, several squads moving to surround the manor. "You're under arrest! Come quietly, or we'll open fire!" Perhaps a dozen crossbows are lifted in their direction, but there are no soldiers directly between them and the closest section of wall surrounding the estate.

Behind them in the dining room they can hear shouts from the group they left behind as well.
Jun 25, 2024 3:16 am
"Give it up, you two!" Aiwë shouts. "This was never our fight!" She grunts as she takes the snake's bite on one of her mallets, preventing any injury. "You!" she calls to one of the soldiers. "Help me get this thing off."
Jun 25, 2024 3:41 am
Still on the ground, Stella's mind races with confusion. She snatches up her tattered tome and hooks it onto her belt, barely noticing the slices of glass on her face and hands.

Was it possible it was Aiwë? It seemed so unlikely. The different nicknames. Her refusal to cut her arm when she had previously sliced it without a second thought. Working with the Flaming Fists behind their backs? It made no sense.

But was there another way to prove whether Aiwë was herself? She didn't have Moonbeam prepared...

How far back could doppelganger memory-stealing go? If she knew that, she would have tried to ask Aiwë a question or make a false statement about some event that occurred...

How much time did she have before poison set in? She could shapechange to suspend the poison in her body...if there was poison.

How would they complete the mission? Stars, snapple gobs, frostbites, what was happening?!

She looks to Dieter, icy blue panic finally starting to rise in her eye-stars, starting to extinguish the decisive and collected green ones.

Having not been given another order, the snake continues to try to bite Aiwë.

Rolls

Nom. - (1d20+6, 2d6+4)

1d20+6 : (16) + 6 = 22

2d6+4 : (25) + 4 = 11

Nomvantage due to Restrained - (1d20+6)

(19) + 6 = 25

Jun 25, 2024 3:50 am
Aiwë hisses with anger as the snake's teeth sink into her arm. The area around the wound turns a sickly gray colour.
Jun 25, 2024 3:54 am
"Auroth hit." Stella hisses to Dieter. "Noctalia sees gray skin around the bite. Almost certainly a doppelganger...But what do we do?!" She asks, breathing becoming labored, but making sure not to make any sudden moves.
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Jun 25, 2024 4:08 am
"Shrink!" Dieter orders. He puts his plate armour between Stella and the crossbows.

Stella needed to get away whether he did or not.
OOC:
Dieter is going to make a run for it.
Last edited June 25, 2024 4:15 am
Jun 25, 2024 4:25 am
Stella squints, confused, but trusts Dieter here. Her body dissolving into stars that condense into a constellation of a spider and solidifies.

Rolls

Nom Nom Nom (I'm just gonna keep having Auroth bite every now and then until it dies) - (1d20+6, 1d20+6, 2d6+4)

1d20+6 : (10) + 6 = 16

1d20+6 : (13) + 6 = 19

2d6+4 : (14) + 4 = 9

Jun 25, 2024 4:43 pm
To the soldiers' view, Stella effectively vanishes.

Dieter begins to make his run for it!

"Fire!"

Crossbow bolts come whizzing in from multiple directions. Dieter's speed and armor keep him safe from most of them, but inevitably some lucky shots get through (Dieter takes 16 piercing dmg).
OOC:
The most significant obstacle in Dieter's way is the wall. So either an Athletics check to climb it, or possibly use one of your teleports!

Rolls

crossbow dmg - (3d8+6)

(262) + 6 = 16

Jun 25, 2024 5:32 pm
Dieter grunts in pain as the crossbow bolts slam into him.

He runs for the wall and tries to scale it.
Last edited June 25, 2024 5:58 pm

Rolls

Athletics - (1D20+8)

(5) + 8 = 13

Last luck - (1D20+8)

(5) + 8 = 13

Jun 25, 2024 6:23 pm
The soldiers unleash another volley of crossbow bolts at Dieter as he races across the garden and tries to scale the wall. Some bolts shatter off of his fine armor, but several find their mark (Dieter takes 20 piercing dmg).

On another afternoon Dieter would have no trouble climbing this fence, but while injured and in heavy armor and being shot at... He just can't find the hand and footholds necessary to get himself up and over, and he slips back down to the ground.

Several groups of Flaming Fist soldiers draw close, their metal-shod feet trampling the Silvershields' fine gardens. "Stop! Halt! Give yourself up!

Dieter can try once more to scale the wall, but if he fails the soldiers will be on him.

Rolls

crossbow dmg - (3d8+6)

(446) + 6 = 20

Jun 25, 2024 7:11 pm
Wounded with various bolts sticking out of him he spits a glob of blood at the fists. Then vanishes
OOC:
Dieter uses his Misty step to evade the police
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Rolls

Hiding after the wall - (1D20+9, 1D20+9)

1D20+9 : (11) + 9 = 20

1D20+9 : (10) + 9 = 19

Jun 25, 2024 9:45 pm
"What is he doing?" Stella wonders from down below as Dieter charges away. Perhaps giving her a distraction? Yes, that must be it. That gave her some clear options.

She could flee, summon Noctalia, and ride her around with a Locate Object to find the real Aiwë...But Aldous. And Duke Silvershield. She didn't want to risk lose track of them too. And if an opportunity for escape arose, she could help them take it.

And there were so many unknowns...so that meant she needed more information.

While the guards are distracted, Stella crawls her spidery way back up to the window to listen in. Tell me when they're not looking at the window, Stella tells Noctalia. When the moment is right, she tries to sneak her way in and over to Aldous.
Last edited June 25, 2024 9:45 pm

Rolls

Stealth (Adv. with Noctalia's Help?) - (1d20+5, 1d20+5)

1d20+5 : (13) + 5 = 18

1d20+5 : (9) + 5 = 14

'nother possible nom if Mr. Snake isn't dead yet. - (1d20+6, 1d20+6, 2d6+4)

1d20+6 : (6) + 6 = 12

1d20+6 : (7) + 6 = 13

2d6+4 : (46) + 4 = 14

Jun 25, 2024 11:27 pm
Inside the Silvershield manor, the soldiers have Entar and Aldous bound. Aiwe, bearing some wounds from the snake (now disappeared), orders the soldiers to take the Silvershields away.

"Take the Duke and his son to Wyrm's Rock! The rest of you, find the other two. Stella will most likely have used druidic magic to disguise herself as something small, like a rat or a spider. Dieter's probably hiding in a tree or on a roof outside the estate. Go!"
OOC:
This is what Stella hears. She rolled high enough to sneak back into the dining room if you do want her in there!
Jun 25, 2024 11:32 pm
Hiding in a nearby tree Dieter’s mind is racing. Every possibility is going through his mind. He has to assume that Aiwë’s memories have been compromised…which meant He was compromised.

He needed to become another person. He needed to become their worst nightmare.

He also needed to get out of this tree.
Jun 26, 2024 6:23 am
Wyrm's Rock...why there?
Quote:
Stella will most likely have used druidic magic to disguise herself as something small, like a rat or a spider.
Stella freezes. The doppelganger was extremely skilled. Leveraging Aiwë's memories effectively. Would they search for her outside or inside? She finds herself following her spider's instincts and crawls inside, behind a curtain. Enclosed was safer.

As she climbs up the curtain, she forces her mind into motion—but not a panicked one. She could do this. She had to do this.

Would the Flaming Fists stop if they realized the doppelgangerwas an imposter? How many of them were also doppelgangers? Or was it just Aiwë? It was possible that the Flaming Fists weren't corrupt at all—Scar was one of the best, after all—perhaps 'Aiwë' just told them a story to get them here.

But...no, that would have been far to fast. It hadn't even been a half hour since Koveras fled.

Stella felt a hint of rage. She wanted to leap out, summon a polar bear, and start flinging fireballs.

But no...Information. She needed more information.

Duke Jannath...perhaps she would know what to do. Unless the Fists had arrested her too? It was a better bet than risking getting skewered by a dozen crossbow bolts...First she needed to find Dieter. Give him one of the invisibility potions. She needed somewhere to revert—and fast.

Stella waits for a several seconds to see if the room clears, seeing through Noctalia's eyes from her hiding place. If it didn't, was there a secret passage she could get into, like the one in the study? No, it didn't seem like it. If the doppelganger didn't leave with the rest of the fists, she'd have to climb to the second story and revert there.
Last edited June 26, 2024 6:24 am

Rolls

Noctalia Perception for Secret Tunnels (Adv. from Keen Senses) - (1d20+3, 1d20+3)

1d20+3 : (8) + 3 = 11

1d20+3 : (5) + 3 = 8

Jun 26, 2024 2:55 pm
Aiwe leaps out of the broken window, no doubt to search the gardens herself. Meanwhile the soldiers take the Silvershields away. Only two of the soldiers remain in the dining room.

"Might as well start our search here," one of them says, and they begin poking around the room looking for anything suspicious. Almost immediately one of them finds Noctalia, while the other luckily (or unluckily) flings aside a curtain and finds Stella.

"You heard the boss. Get 'em!"

Rolls

Perception (two soldiers) - (1d20+2, 1d20+2)

1d20+2 : (14) + 2 = 16

1d20+2 : (16) + 2 = 18

Jun 26, 2024 8:44 pm
"Oh, snapple gobs..."

"To me!" Stella telepathically calls to Noctalia. "We're going to the roof!" She scrambles to her tiny feet and leaps onto the owl's talon as the owl swoops down, then heads out the window.

So this doppelganger was their boss...That probably meant they were in on the ruse.
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Jun 26, 2024 10:35 pm
Noctalia leaves the window (Stella-spider on talon) and nearly makes it to somewhere safe when the soldiers' crossbow bolts pierce her through. The owl disappears in a poof of feathers and magic, leaving Stella-spider tumbling through the air. She lands in a small bush nearby.

Rolls

crossbows vs owl (2 shots, disadv) - (2d20+4, 2d20+4)

2d20+4 : (1319) + 4 = 36

2d20+4 : (1912) + 4 = 35

Jun 27, 2024 1:15 am
Could she revert and hide behind this bush? Maybe, though stealth wasn't her strong suit...She just needed a few moments without crossbows trained on her...

Stella tries to crawl her way up the manor, trying to find an empty room. Was she near Entar's study? That secret passage behind the bookcase could be just what she needed....
OOC:
Note: She has a 20 ft. climb speed.

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+3)

(7) + 3 = 10

Investigation (Finding a way in...Where am I? Is the study nearby?) - (1d20+5)

(13) + 5 = 18

Inspiration on Sealth - (1d20+3)

(3) + 3 = 6

Jun 27, 2024 1:34 am
Stella remembers that the Duke's study has no windows, and thinks it's probably on the opposite side of the manor from her current position.

As she climbs she makes a terrible spidery racket that sends bugs skittering away in all directions... but none of the soldiers still milling around the manor notice.

She finds the window that Koveras broke earlier. It's probably her best way in, other than the window that Dieter tackled her out of.
Jun 27, 2024 1:50 am
Relieved, she climbs up and through the window, then into a corner, ideally behind some furniture, then her spider body bursts into stardust that then reforms into her humanoid self.

Huddled with her arms wrapped around her legs, Stella's eyes wide with panic, stars icy blue. She forces herself to breath slowly. "Come on, girl...We have to save them." she whispers to herself. She grits her teeth and squeezes her eyes shut.

"Watching Woman, show me to my friend..."
(Locate Object, targeting Dieter's armor.)

One she knows where he is, she continues hurriedly. She couldn't be sure he'd be there for long.

"Lady of Mystery, mask our path..."
(Pass Without Trace.)

She takes two potions of invisibility from her belt, next to where the antitoxin had been. She drinks one, her body seeming to bleed away, like ink, into nothingness. She places the other beside her, then, invisibly, transforms into a cat.

She opens her mouth wide and shoves the other vial into her mouth. Then—trying not to choke on it—scampers to the window and makes her way, bounding quietly towards Dieter.
OOC:
30 ft. Climb Speed
Last edited June 27, 2024 1:54 am

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+14)

(9) + 14 = 23

Jun 27, 2024 2:06 am
Stella finds Dieter in a tree, of all things! The Aiwë who was in the manor must know the group well to have predicted things so closely.
Jun 27, 2024 2:28 am
Quiet and invisible, Stella leaps out the window and slinks to the tree, trying to avoid getting too close to any guards, then climbs up it to where Dieter is hiding.

How was she going to let him know she was here without him just...freaking out? How would she give him the potion without it just falling out of the tree? She hadn't thought this far...She wasn't confident she could climb back down very well if she were humanoid, and didn't want to lose the mobility.

She climbs around, positioning herself near his hands. She tries hissing quietly to get his attention, though it ends a bit gargled with the vial in her mouth. She then bats his hand gently a few times with one paw then leaves the paw there, hoping to let him know there was an invisible cat there, as opposed to a danger.

She then tries to nuzzle her face into his hand and spits out the potion of invisibility vial into it, trying not to hack like it was some hairball.
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Jun 27, 2024 2:31 am
Dieter grabs the invisible cat by its scruff. Then holds it up to his face while he examines the damp bottle.

He puts the bottle in his pocket and tries to cuddle the cat

"so soft for special kitten" Dieter coos
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Rolls

Big brain time - (1D20+0)

(9) = 9

Jun 27, 2024 3:06 am
If Stella wasn't invisible, Dieter would be looking at the very unamused face of a cat.

I knew I should have been a panther...

She slaps Dieter. Then she pauses, tries and fails to wriggle free to go after where he put the vial. She instead tries to scratch on the bark: D R I N K
Last edited June 27, 2024 3:08 am

Rolls

Acrobatics - (1d20+2)

(6) + 2 = 8

Sleight of Hand? - (1d20+2)

(13) + 2 = 15

Jun 27, 2024 3:11 am
Dieter play fights with the kitten which proves suprisingly easy for an invisible apex predator…….

Dieter is a fool.

"Stella!" he exclaims.

He quickly drinks the potion while Stella scratches at the tree illegibly.
Jun 27, 2024 3:22 am
Dieter sees his hands and the rest of himself vanish.

When he exclaims, he can also feel the sounds he makes become muffled—the effects of Stella's Pass Without Trace spell, which he's experienced before.

Stella starts to climb down the tree, but seeing how high up they are, she panics, tiny feline instincts kick in. She scrambles up onto Dieter's shoulder and hangs on with her claws. You had better get moving... she thinks to herself.

She could shapechange now, but she had no idea how the tree would respond to sudden extra weight. Best to wait until she had some solid ground beneath her paws.
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Jun 27, 2024 3:34 am
Dieter climbs his way down the tree. He pulls his book from his chest plate and begins writing

Where

Stella hadn’t found him immediately. She must have done some spying.
Jun 27, 2024 4:10 am
Stella groans internally.

How was it that this boy immediately tackled her through a window and charged off at the first sign of danger, but now when given an invisibility potion, he didn't realize he had the perfect opportunity to just get away from here?

Stella assesses the tree to determine whether she could safely turn back into her humanoid form without causing it to shift and draw attention.
Last edited June 27, 2024 4:10 am

Rolls

Investigation (Tree stable?) - (1d20+5)

(8) + 5 = 13

Jun 27, 2024 8:29 pm
Dieter picks good, sturdy trees, and this one is no exception. Stella believes also that the weight increase from wildshaping wouldn't be enough to attract attention.
Jun 28, 2024 4:29 am
Stella shifts back into her humanoid form.

"They're taking the Entar and Aldous to Wyrm's Rock...I don't know why," she whispers. "These Fists called the doppelganger 'the boss', so they're probably in on the ruse. The Fists could be compromised, or these could all just be impersonators..."

"Dieter I think that 'Aiwë' is Koveras. Or 'Sarevok', rather. He wasn't even phased by Aiwë's paralysis spell—I think he's not humanoid. It's not the only explanation—they could have been disguised as one of the groundskeepers, but with everything we've learned today, I think it makes sense," She huffs. "I just...don't think it's him him. He looked so genuinely confused and afraid...Perhaps he's got some...secondary, dormant personality? Like he gets possessed? A tool for Rieltar. Caliope told me about her father having different personalities sometimes, like some kind of coping mechanism? Though never took over his life or anything, so I'm not sure...but this entire thing feels planned."

"I say we talk to Duke Jannath. She's nearby and might know what to do. Unless maybe they'd expect that and use us being there as grounds to arrest her too?" She invisibly covers her face with her hands and exhales in a quiet moan as tears start to come to her eyes. She was proud of herself for deciding to stay, but that didn't make this any less overwhelming. "I don't—I don't know!"
Jun 28, 2024 6:02 am
Dieter puts a hand on her shoulder "look at me Stella, this isn’t over. We’re going to get our friends back and we are going to make them pay" Dieter says firmly

"I’m done talking to the dukes and playing their games. Besides it’s what they’d expect us to do. We’re going to get Aiwë back and I’m going to kill anyone that tries to stop us"

Dieter Looks at where he thinks Stella’s face is. It was difficult to see her eyes hidden away like this, at times it seemed like they were the last source of goodness and wonder in this cursed realm. He wanted to see them now but all he could feel was hatred. He takes his hand away from Stella as they start to shake his calm outer shell beginning to crack.

"Let’s go to the rock"
Jun 28, 2024 2:47 pm
Quote:
"look at me Stella, this isn’t over. We’re going to get our friends back and we are going to make them pay" Dieter says firmly"
Stella sniffs, wipes her face with the back of her hand and grimaces, but nods. "...I don't—" She starts. Pay? How would that help? "...Okay."
Quote:
"I’m done talking to the dukes and playing their games. Besides it’s what they’d expect us to do. We’re going to get Aiwë back and I’m going to kill anyone that tries to stop us"
She blinks a few times. This...was still Dieter alright. Wanting to do the right thing, but still driven by blood. While his tackling them out the window got them some information and now several options, it nearly got them killed, and his gut had caused them troubles before, specifically with the Flaming Fists.

And so, Dieter's choice gave a clear path forward.
Quote:
"I’m done talking to the dukes and playing their games. Besides it’s what they’d expect us to do. We’re going to get Aiwë back and I’m going to kill anyone that tries to stop us"
"...Games? Dieter, save a few tests, the Dukes have done nothing but offer unfailing support. They're trying to save their city and its people. And your home and its people, Dieter." She sets her jaw. "And who better to help us find Aiwë than her actual cousin? We're going to Xan and Jannath. And then to Wyrm's Rock. And if you're right about them expecting it, then we better hurry..." she says, her whispering voice starting to descend the tree trunk.
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Jun 28, 2024 2:57 pm
Dieter let’s out a frustrated huff. "I’ll follow you"
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Jun 28, 2024 9:22 pm
She wasn't sure this was the right decision, but time might be essential, and she was learning how much more she could accomplish with others. If she was wrong, well...she'd apologize to Dieter and they'd get through this.

After climbing down the tree, Stella gently grabs Dieter's arm and leads him off the premises so they can make their way as quickly as possible to Duke Jannath's manor.
OOC:
Dieter and Stella get +10 to Stealth thanks to Pass Without Trace
Last edited June 28, 2024 9:24 pm

Rolls

Stealth - (1d20+12)

(19) + 12 = 31

Jun 28, 2024 9:28 pm
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Rolls

Stealth if needed - (2D20+19)

(47) + 19 = 30

Jul 1, 2024 8:58 pm
OOC:
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