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  1. Portal


posted Mar 22, 2020, 4:39 PM by Stephen Pliska-Matyshak

Nonotina 9th, Year One of the Reign of High King Ran

A cloaked figure enters the safehouse, letting the door close loudly behind, and approaches Sark.
Sark the Blind: Hello, Alsis. What are you up to today?
Alsis Chandor: Looking for some muscle for a job. Got anyone in mind?
Alsis looks around the hovel and eyes Tazdar.
Alsis Chandor: What about him?
Sark the Blind: He's definitely muscle and a capable. He is looking for work as well, are you not, hobl...Tazdar.
Tazdar: Looking for something, yeah.
Tazdar: Haven't had a lot going on, other than survival, in a long while.
Alsis Chandor: If you are up for a bit of thugging and looking for some coin, I've got a job for you.
Tazdar: Sure, what's the job?
Alsis Chandor: A heist, you might say.
Tazdar: Thievery isn't very honorable and I'm probably not very welcome in this city as it is.
Tazdar: What's the story on this one?
Alsis Chandor: We're recovering an artifact for a family member that doesn't want it gifted to the king.
Tazdar: I see, what's the item and who's the target?
Tazdar: And you should know, subtlety isn't exactly a strength of mine.
Tazdar: But I can handle myself in a fight.
Tazdar: Bit rusty, but I still know how to connect the heavy end with someone's skull.
Alsis Chandor: It's a powerful magical amulet from what I understand.
Alsis Chandor: There is a courier with an escort and others trying to steal it too.
Alsis Chandor: So, combat is likely.
Tazdar: Sounds like I can probably help then.
Tazdar: When?
Alsis Chandor: Right now.
Tazdar: No time like it.
Tazdar: What's the plan?
Alsis Chandor: We have to join up with our thief and our, ah, face at The Rogue Spoon.
The pair make their way through Nightfield and South Port to the bridge. Once they are across the bridge, they take back alleys and sewers until they arrive at the back entrance of The Rogue Spoon.
After the event that saw the entry into "The City" of a chain devil from a portal to The Nine Hells is resolved, Fennimore, Eris, and Arncoril have returned to The Rogue Spoon Inn to reflect on what happened. This likely includes drinking a lot as they are all rattled by the experience.
Magic: Good day! I am not a Spoolful employee.
Magic: But, you can still give me money.
Magic: I will sing for you if you wish.
Magic: I can also dance, but I do not recommend those services.
Tazdar scans the room.
Tazdar: All these folk part of the job?
Magic is waving.
There are several patrons sitting around.
Magic stands.
Eris Drew spins dagger.
Magic is staring with a smile.
Magic: Are any of you Fennimore?
Alsis Chandor: Not sure. I think that hefty halfling is our thief.
Magic: Hello, Fennimore.
Magic checks under tables.
Fennimore sits quietly, dipping his spoon in his soup and watching the crowd.
Magic: I will sit here then.
Fennimore: Do I know you?
Alsis Chandor makes his way over to the halfling's table.
Magic: You are delightfully small.
Magic: When small people do things, it is quite amazing.
Fennimore: Most people don't think so.
Fennimore pats his ample girth.
Alsis Chandor: So, you are Fennimore?
Magic: No, I am.
Magic: This is my associate Fennimorer.
Magic: He is more Fennimorer than me.
Magic: I am just Fennimore.
Eris Drew looks around and shakes her head.
Fennimore eyes Magic suspiciously but says nothing.
Alsis Chandor: Dee sent me. I have a job for you.
Fennimore perks up.
Magic (singing): I love Dee.
Magic (singing): Sweet Dee.
Magic (singing): Why wouldn't you join me.
Fennimore: Dee?
Magic (singing): sweet Dee, sweet Dee.
Magic (singing): Oh, how I earn for your pleas of compassion and controversy.
Alsis Chandor glares at Magic.
Magic (singing): Sweet Dee
Magic: You have owl eyes, tall brute of a man.
Alsis Chandor: Do you want to explain the job, Magic?
Magic: Stare as long as you like.
Magic: Oh, I suppose.
Magic: Is there a better place for this, Fennimorer?
Fennimore: I have a small room in the back, but we are among friends here.
Magic: You can finish your soup first.
Fennimore: Thank you, I never miss a chance for a meal.
Magic (singing): A chance to be heroes.
Magic (singing): A woman.
Eris Drew drops her dagger and starts laughing.
Magic (singing): I cried over this, a talisman.
Magic (singing): A plan for muscle, brains, and thieves.
Magic (singing): A distraction.
Magic (singing): A distraction in the road.
Magic (singing): An onslaught by a rogue.
Magic (singing): A large chunk of coin.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I'll give you two gold to break into song and dance, with a plate.
Magic: 200 gold.
Fennimore: Each?
Arncoril Oloxalim: That's a hefty price.
Magic: Well, it was just me, so I didn't think to include others.
Magic: But, now that y'all are here, I can split it.
Magic: I am all about helping out a friend in need.
Magic smiles.
Alsis Chandor: 200 each for those involved, if I read the contract correctly.
Magic winks.
Magic: I have a contract.
Magic produces the contract.
Magic (singing): A fighter for an ambush.
Magic (singing): A rogue for an assault.
Fennimore: A contract? That's unusual in these matters.
Eris Drew: Hmm.
Magic (singing): And, a little bit of Magic to win the heart.
Magic: I rescue the poor amulet or sap it is with taking him to his doom along with it.
Magic: What do you think?
Magic: What do you say?
Tazdar: How many in the escort? What's the route? How are they armed?
Tazdar: A blind assault is always guaranteed to fail.
Magic: I am not sure, to be honest.
Fennimore: I'm better at ambushing than a frontal assault. I think you need to rethink your tactics.
Alsis Chandor: Or include more folk.
Arncoril Oloxalim: You can count me in.
Fennimore: Toad face over there has a decent point.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Yes.
Magic: Where did you come from?
Eris Drew: Hmm.
Magic: You have such lovely hair, hair as red as a fire's glare.
Magic: Nothing with Magic around.
Alsis Chandor: The path is along Ballista Street leading towards the castle. Lots of good places to hide and such.
Magic: That is why they named me so.
Magic: See, Alsis has options to help this plan unfold.
Tazdar: What about armaments? Have they bows or spears?
Fennimore: Hiding is good.
Tazdar: If they're armed for close combat alone, I'd say we don't give it to them.
Magic: I prefer to be seen.
Arncoril Oloxalim: We could use Magic as bait.
Alsis Chandor smiles.
Magic: That is a fantastic idea, such a genius.
Fennimore: By all means, you can stand in the middle of the street.
Magic: I am great as bait!
Magic: I shall sing your heart out!
Alsis Chandor: We should go to case the area beforehand.
Eris Drew smirks.
Tazdar: Agreed.
Arncoril Oloxalim: You can sing and dance and draw their attention.
Magic: My unseen servant can disconnect the horses.
Arncoril Oloxalim: But, bring a plate.
Tazdar: Never fight on unknown terrain.
Magic: A plate of food, great idea!
Magic: Travel snacks.
Fennimore: You can leave the plates.
Arncoril Oloxalim: No, just a plate.
Magic: No, I am for food.
Eris Drew: I agree with Fennimore.
Rael Octavius enters the inn carrying a coffer.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Shove the food in your pocket, the plate must be clean.
Magic: Just when I thought we were bonding over food Fennimore.
Rael Octavius: Hi, all!
Magic: I like the way you think, Arncoril.
Magic: Hey, I heard your dad was missing!
Arncoril Oloxalim: That makes one of us.
Magic: Have you found him!
Rael Octavius: Oh, hello. New faces.
Magic: It is me, Magic!
Magic: Don't tell me you have forgotten me.
Rael Octavius: Pleased to meet you, Magic.
Magic: We have met, I am good friends with your father.
Magic: Has he been located?
Rael Octavius shakes his head.
Magic: Troubling.
Eris Drew sighs.
Magic: Let me know if I can help in any way.
Rael Octavius: How about you hooded folk?
Tazdar: Taz. I'll leave the hood and scarf if you don't mind.
Alsis Chandor lowers his hood.
Alsis Chandor: You can call me Alsis.
Magic: The scarfs do show off his eyes quite well.
Rael Octavius: Oh, Alsis. My father knows you.
Eris Drew spills water down her chainmail.
Alsis Chandor: Yes, yes he does.
Magic: Alsis had some anger issues, but I am helping him work through them.
Fennimore mumbles, "small town".
Magic: Don't be shy, we are all friends here.
Alsis Chandor narrows his eyes.
Magic: pulls out "Forget me not's" note.
Magic: we are not the only ones on this mission.
Fennimore: There are others?
Magic: I received this note from an organization in town.
Arncoril Oloxalim: How many plates will there be?
Alsis Chandor: There is competition.
Eris Drew raises an eyebrow.
Magic: The FORGET ME NOT have been murdering people in town or kidnapping them too?
Magic: I expect trouble.
Eris Drew: Flowers?
Magic: And, how I do love trouble.
Rael Octavius: Oh, that one. Just stealing things.
Magic: Is it a buffet, Arncoril?
Rael Octavius: No surprise they are involved.
Arncoril Oloxalim: No, just a lot of plates that are not currently sentient.
Magic: Is it like pot luck?
Magic: Do I need to bring a dish?
Fennimore: Please leave the dishes out of this, I need to be washing them later tonight.
Rael Octavius: I have rewards for the, um, devil thing.
Arncoril Oloxalim: You can bring food if you like, but bring clean, empty ones.
Arncoril Oloxalim: YES, WE DO!
Eris Drew sighs.
Fennimore: You can buy your plates down at the market place.
Magic: If these plates become sentient, you won't have to wash them Fennimorer.
Magic: They can wash themselves.
Eris Drew: Just thinking that.
Fennimore: Nevermind.
Claricia Robert enters the bar area.
Claricia Robert: Quite the party going on here.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I promise that before the day my body perishes, I will have a sentient plate by my side.
Eris Drew: A sentient plate may be the reason you die if you are not careful.
Claricia Robert is an extraordinarily beautiful woman in a blue gown.
Fennimore: I think you've been mixing the ale a wee bit on the strong side.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Not strong enough.
Claricia Robert: Are these your associates, Fennimore?
Magic: Barkeep! A round for the bar!
Fennimore: Uh, associates might be a tad strong.
Eris Drew: Oh budda baby...what is going on?
Claricia Robert smiles.
Fennimore: You remember Eris, Rael, and Arncoril. They helped us out last night.
Claricia Robert: I was thinking about the others, but hello all.
Magic: Did you? Heroes already.
Fennimore: The newcomers are Magic, Tazdar, and Alsis. They've come to enlist our aid.
Claricia Robert: Oh, Alsis, I thought I recognized you.
Alsis Chandor: Hello, madame.
Magic: Yes, yes he is a Knife. See, everyone knows.
Magic: Goes great with plates.
Magic: Are there any forks around here?
Arncoril Oloxalim: Yes, I see it, An army of sentient cutlery and plates.
Magic: The future is bright!
Eris Drew: Oh, no. Oh, no.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I'm quite enjoying this idea.
Claricia Robert shakes her head.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Magic, I feel as though you and I will get along very well.
Magic: Turns over the contract and starts drafting ideas for sentient plate washing business.
Claricia Robert: Just keep it down, I have concerned customers starting to complain.
Eris Drew: Oh, no. Not two of you.
Fennimore: No doubt.
Tazdar: How many guards patrol the area. Do we have their routes and schedules?
Magic: Maybe it is time for that small room you have Fenni-baby.
Claricia Robert: You can use the kitchen to do your business if necessary.
Magic: Well, I did need to bring a dish to the potluck.
Fennimore: I think taking this elsewhere might be a better idea. Let's go for a walk.

Arncoril Oloxalim: Fenni... Baby...

Magic: I love walking! Much more than I love running.
Magic starts to help himself.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Get all the plates.
The group leaves the bar and heads to the kitchen.
Cook: Be careful in here.
Magic starts juggling plates.
Fennimore: Oh dear, that may not have been the best idea.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Ten gold for all the plates you have, kind cook.
Fennimore: Rael, will you be joining us?
Magic: Generosity pleased the cat.
Cook: Leave the Spoon's stuff alone.
Magic: Oh, sorry.
Arncoril Oloxalim: The cutlery will not be taken, just the plates.
Magic: I am the new chef.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Please, I beg of you.
Magic: You can take a break.
Eris Drew leans against the door frame.
Fennimore: Calm down, let cookie do her job, there are other mouths to be fed.
Eris Drew: Good luck with that Fennimore.
Cook: Madame! Who are these lunatics?!
Magic: Lunatics, just means you are like no one else.
Eris Drew: People who really don't want to start a brawl...Arncoril.
Claricia Robert: Just let them use the kitchen for a bit.
Claricia Robert: And don't break anything.
Magic: I promise to behave.
Fennimore: Magic, can you focus on your plan for a moment. When is your friend coming through?
Cook: Back off!
Arncoril Oloxalim: 15 gold for all the plates you have. please. Show me mercy.
Magic: Sorry, it is today.
Magic: But we have time.
Magic: I was hired two days ago, things have been crazy.
Fennimore: If you say so, but that is cutting it a bit close.
Magic: Did you hear a demon was let loose in the city.
Fennimore: Yeah, we heard.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Yeah, about that.
Arncoril Oloxalim: He came for the plates.
Magic: I agree, but with a halfling like you with us, how could we fail!
Magic: I agree we will need those plates.
Fennimore: No, no we don't need any plates.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Yes we do.
Magic: What if it is part of my distraction?
Magic: Better to be safe and have plates than to be left with none.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Where will we get an army of sentient plates and cutlery, without plates?
Alsis Chandor: We need to discuss this quickly and get moving. It's across town.
Fennimore: Then go buy your plates in the market place. The Spoon has no plates for you.
Magic: I love markets! Let's go!
Tazdar: Alsis, can you lay our what we know and the route.
Tazdar: we've been here a while and we still don't know a damn thing about what we're trying to do.
Magic: To be honest, I may not have asked all the right questions.
Fennimore: And what are the right questions?
Magic: I know it is a talisman, the route, and the time.
Tazdar: Let's start with that then.
Alsis Chandor: Like I mentioned. Ballista street is the route. We need to be near the north end, so we have a shot early.
Fennimore: Good.
Magic: That is why I like you, Alsis.
Magic: You say what I am thinking.
Tazdar: what about escape, if it goes poorly.
Arncoril Oloxalim: There is no escape. We just start throwing cutlery at them.
Magic: And plates.
Arncoril Oloxalim: And magic.
Alsis Chandor: Lots of alleys to duck down.
Arncoril Oloxalim: And maybe the halfling. Maybe?
Magic: I want y'all to know though. Alsis isn't that good at hide-and-go-seek.
Magic: I found him very fast.
Magic: Do you want to play a warm-up game before we head out?
Fennimore: No.
Magic: Darn.
Magic: Maybe we should go check out the area.
Fennimore: That sounds like a better idea.
Magic: Great minds Fenni-baby, great minds.
Alsis Chandor: Excellent.
Alsis Chandor: Let's go.
Eris Drew: Hey, Fennimore, do you wanna help me throw the weirdos in a portal?
Magic: Me first!
Magic: You grab the hands and someone grab the feet.
Magic: 1...2...3...
Rael Octavius: I'll leave your rewards with Claricia, so you can collect them later.
Fennimore: Magic, I think she was talking about you.
Magic: I love it when I am talked about.
Tazdar: Well, let's go then. Seems we have no plan anyway.
Fennimore: Thank you, Rael. You're assuming this circus ever leaves.
Magic: So, to Ballista Steet!
Eris Drew: I'm ready.
Fennimore: Let's go out the back.
The group heads out of The Rogue Spoon and east towards Ballista Street.
Magic: Do you really think I could make it in the circus, such a high honor. Your compliments are ever so kind Fennimore.
Fennimore: Yes, I think you would be well suited to the circus.
Eris Drew [Quori]: Lia this guy's crazy.
Magic: This is great feedback, I might need to make you my manager.
Fennimore: Perhaps on the trapeze, or with the wild beasts.
Magic: Wild beasts sound fun!
Eris Drew: He is already wild.
Magic: Off the Trapeze onto the back of a beasty. Hmmm...I love it!
Eris Drew [Quori]: We don't need a beast.
Fennimore: As long as I get my cut.
Magic: Always, Sharing is caring.
The group arrives at the north end of Ballista Street and investigates the alleys and side streets. There is a wagon down one of the side streets.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Do we know how many?
Alsis Chandor: Typical escort is two guards. Shouldn't be too bad, actually. The issue may be the competition.
Magic: What if you pushed that wagon into me?
Magic: Running me over.
Arncoril Oloxalim: You are onto something.
Eris Drew: Love to.
Arncoril Oloxalim: We could block the path with the said wagon.
Magic: Then the road will be blocked.
Fennimore: Sounds like a perfect plan.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Have a group in the back.
Alsis Chandor: Sure, whatever. Works for me.
Magic: We need to be sure they can't miss my performance.
Arncoril Oloxalim: And another group behind the wagon hiding.
Arncoril Oloxalim: With Magic being a distraction allowing the group in back to approach.
Magic: It needs to happen before or after the turn in the road
Fennimore: Who's the strongest, can give that wagon a good hard shove?
Tazdar: When is the target approaching?
The group waits for a while when a group starts to move into the area. Two couriers guarded by two guards near them and another leading, weary of the surroundings and a couple of others following.
Fennimore hides.
Magic (singing): And here I go again on my own.
Magic (singing): Goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Magic (singing): Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone.
Magic (singing): And I've made up my mind.
Magic (singing): I ain't wasting no more time.
Magic (singing): Just another heart in need of rescue.
Magic (singing): Waiting on love's sweet charity.
Magic (singing): I'm gonna hold on for the rest of my days.
Magic (singing): 'Cause I know what it means.
Magic (singing): To walk along the lonely street of dreams.
Magic casts prestidigitation with green, blue and yellow lights bursting around.
Magic: What was that!
Tazdar shoves the wagon across the street. Magic deftly dodges it, but his performance is thrown off by it.
Magic: Oh, dear!
Thug: Head up! We have a situation!
Magic: I am hurt!
Magic: please help me, dear sir.
Magic: You are more handsome and helpful.
Magic is confused about where all the plates are.
Fennimore sneaks out of the alley and eviscerates one of the couriers, who falls to the street.
Magic: Look out behind you!
Eris Drew [Quori]: Lia...let me hit...
Arncoril steps out from the alley farther north, hexing and launching an eldritch blast at the closest rearguard. His target is thrown down the street and lands quite dead.
The other rearguard turns to see the warlock down the street and fires a bolt from his crossbow, but it sails wide and embeds itself in the nearby building.
Arncoril Oloxalim: You wanna talk about this?
The procession leader pulls out his mace and advances on Magic. He strikes the elf with a heavy blow.
Magic: I am on your side!
Magic: Why are you attacking me?
Eris, up on the roof overlooking the couriers aims her longbow at the leader that has advanced on Magic and fires. The arrow strikes the wagon instead.
Fennimore: Eris, get the other courier!
Magic disengages from the combat and retreats into the alley where Tazdar waits.
Magic: I really hate ugly and you, sir, are the ugliest of them all. Please talk to my much nicer beautiful friend of scarves.
Magic: It is okay, you looked like an angel firing down from the heavens Ms. Eris
Arncoril Oloxalim: An angel with a questionable shot.
Magic: A warning shot before unleashing her divine might.
Arncoril Oloxalim: A warning shot that's a mile off, isn't very threatening.
Tazdar advances on the leader and swings his maul, connecting with its mid-section.
The courier guard in the rear steps over the body of the fallen courier and thrusts his spear at the halfling, wounding him.
Tazdar: Eris, cut off the escape.
Eris Drew sighs.
The other courier guard, distracted by the leader's shouts and charge, charges after him. Fennimore takes a parting shot at him before he advances on the hobgoblin and stabs him with a spear.
The remaining courier tries to make a quick getaway down the east alley.
Fennimore jukes the guards and runs after the courier and catches him at the end of his rapier. This courier collapses unconscious, as well.
Arncoril focuses his hex on the other rearguard and launches another eldritch blast. The beam strikes solidly, throwing the guard against the wall, leaving the target unconscious in the alley.
Magic: And here goes your hero, the majestic Magic.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Still wanna talk about?
Fennimore: They don't seem too inclined to talk.
Arncoril Oloxalim: No, they seem keener on quickly dying.
The leader takes a swing of his mace aimed at Tazdar, but it is a wild swing and only finds air.
Magic (singing): Here comes your hero.
Magic (singing): Watch him as he comes.
Magic (singing): Here comes your hero.
Magic (singing): He's not ordinary.
Magic (singing): Don't the best of them bleed it out.
Magic (singing): While the rest of them peter out?
Magic (singing): Truth or consequence, say it aloud.
Magic (singing): Use that evidence, race it around.
Eris aims at one of the courier guards with her longbow and lets another arrow fly. It misses. In frustration, she throws herself off the roof at the guard and lands squarely on him.
Magic (singing): There goes my hero.
Magic (singing): Watch her as she goes.
Magic (singing): There go my heroes ordinary.
Magic (singing): Kudos, my hero, leavin' all the mess.
Magic (singing): You know my hero, the one that's on.
Magic (singing): There goes my hero.
Magic (singing): Watch him as he goes.
Magic (singing): There goes my hero.
Magic (singing): He's ordinary.
Magic (singing): There goes my hero.
Magic (singing): Watch him as he goes.
Magic (singing): There goes my hero.
Magic (singing): Watch him as he goes.
Fennimore: Way to go Eris
Arncoril Oloxalim: Eris is better at flying then she is with her bow.
Magic runs back to Tazdar, see he is engaged with two combatants now.
Magic: Starts giving Tazdar a pat on the back, casting heroism on him followed by an inspiring nudge.
Tazdar takes an awkward swing at his additional opponent that seems to miss its mark but strikes after all. The guard drops unconscious from the blow.
The courier guard that was just landed on by Eris extricates himself and stands up. He thrusts his spear at the prone paladin, but cannot connect.
Fennimore moves up behind the leader and skewers him with his rapier, but the leader refuses to yield.
Arncoril takes a step up shifting his hex to the leader and launches another eldritch blast. The force of the blow knock his target unconscious even before he is thrown against the nearby building.
Eris returns to her feet, drawing her sword and slashes the courier guard. It is too much for the guard and he falls unconscious at her feet.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Starts dancing aggressively.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Magic, come dance with me.
Magic: On my way!
Fennimore searches the courier that tried to escape finding a small coffer in his messenger bag.
Eris Drew [Quori]: I did it! Thanks, Lia!
Tazdar: Fennimore, do you have the item? We have to go.
Magic: Arncoril and Magic dance WITH the corpse.
Magic continues dancing while peering at the bandit's attire.
Alsis Chandor reappears after the combat.
Fennimore: Grab everything we can.
Magic searches bandits.
Alsis Chandor: Well? Do you have it?
Arncoril Oloxalim: Including the bodies?
Fennimore: Only if it, is a flower.
Magic: I am hoping they are forget-me-nots.
Magic: They once tried to employ me, maybe I can tell them that I was watching you. I will need to find a contact though.
Magic: I received the note on the bottom of my ale at The Fiery Stag, Was it the Entarduas? The barkeep? A Beautiful Elvish man with blue hair.
Fennimore: Time to leave.
Magic casts disguise self and takes the appearance of a city guard just prior to city guards arrive.
Magic asks guards about Forget-Me-Not.
Magic (disguised as a guard): Where does this possibly hang out or where is a place I can look for them?
Magic (disguised as a guard): I will handle this myself! I will be the greatest guard that ever guarded.
Magic (disguised as a guard): I did run, to the arms of a walking rug man of epic proportions.
Magic (disguised as a guard): Fennimore! I got to go! Until next time!
Both couriers have the same coffer and both contain the same thing: forget-me-nots. Apparently, the thief had still managed to beat them too it.


posted Mar 8, 2020, 3:58 PM by Stephen Pliska-Matyshak   [ updated Mar 8, 2020, 4:05 PM ]

Nonotina 8th, Year One of the Reign of High King Ran

Consequentially, Fennimore, Eris, and Arncoril are all at The Rogue Spoon, though they have not yet met each other.
The door opens and a blond half-elf in embroidered robes enters.
Claricia Robert walks into the bar area.
Claricia Robert: Good morning, Fennimore.
Fennimore: Good morning, Claricia. Any jobs for me this morning?
Claricia Robert: I have one.
Claricia Robert: There was a fire the other night nearby and one of my clients is concerned.
Fennimore: A fire? So that was all the commotion last night.
Rael Octavius: The smoke is still rising. I could see it on the way over here.
Claricia Robert: Oh, Rael. I did not see you.
Rael Octavius: Greetings, Claricia.
Eris Drew: Hey. Rael, right?
Rael Octavius: Oh, hello again.
Eris Drew: What brings you here?
Rael Octavius: I am looking for Master Von Rumm, actually.
Claricia Robert: Oh, he was here yesterday. It may be a few days before he is back.
Rael Octavius: OK, Claricia. Well, as long as I am here, I can lend a hand if that is alright with the halfling.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Excuse me for interrupting, but did you mention a fire still smoking?
Rael Octavius: Yes, it almost burned down the surrounding buildings. They contained it though.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Did they ever find out what caused the initial flame?
Rael Octavius: They are still investigating, I imagine.
Fennimore: Lend a hand with what? If you want to clear last night's dishes, be my guest.
Claricia Robert: No, Fennimore. This is outside work.
Claricia Robert: As I said, one of my clients is paying to have an independent look.
Claricia Robert smiles.
Claricia Robert: The barkeep can pick up the slack.
Fennimore looks the flamboyant half-elf up and down.
Fennimore: He doesn't look like he'll be much use at investigating a fire.
Fennimore: Do you like to get your hands dirty?
Rael Octavius: You are probably right, I am more likely to set them.
Fennimore: Haha, that's the spirit.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] What has gotten into these people, Lia?
Rael Octavius: Eris here, should be useful in case there are malcontents about.
Fennimore: Hmmph, I'm better at investigating when the malcontents don't know I'm about.
Claricia Robert: They can back you up.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] I doubt that.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Where's the fun if somethings not trying to kill you?
Fennimore: I prefer my fun in front of the dinner plate.
Eris Drew: I would rather not die.
Arncoril Oloxalim: With or without it trying to stab you?
Fennimore: Most plates I've met don't stab me back.
Arncoril Oloxalim: We've had very different pasts then.
Claricia Robert turns to Arncoril.
Claricia Robert: Are you interested in looking into this as well?
Eris Drew Eris smirks.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I am actually. I believe it concerns something that matters to me deeply. As long as I would not be a burden.
Fennimore thinks to himself, "Well, there goes any chance of sneaking around with three of the big folk stepping on my toes.
Claricia Robert: Alright then, there is fifty gold in it for each of you when you return.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] Better than usual don't you think, Lia?
Lia [Quori]: [Translation] Definitely.
Arncoril Oloxalim thinks to himself, more mead.
Eris Drew: Agreed.
Fennimore: Good pay for finding the source of a fire. Anything else your guest wants us to do?
Claricia Robert: This will do for now. If it goes well, they may have more for you.
Fennimore: Sounds good, boss.
Fennimore: The rest of you, try not to trip over me.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Are you able to tell us who your client is, and why they are willing to pay 400 gold to find the source of a house fire?
Claricia Robert looks surprised.
Claricia Robert: I need to keep some professional secrets.
Rael Octavius: We should be off. I know, generally, where we are going.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] Hmmm.
Fennimore now smiles to himself.
The group departs the inn through the back-alley exit.
Rael Octavius turns north.
Rael Octavius: I think the fastest way is this way.
Eris Drew: I do not like back-alleys.
Eris Drew: They tend to hurt me.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Let's hope there are not stabbing plates in the alleyways.
Fennimore: Haha.
The group follows Rael north to a cross alley and then west to a small market square. The smell of smoke gets stronger as they head west.
Fennimore: It's broad daylight; not likely to be any stabbing anything out right now. Come back this evening for the real fun.
Taking the west alley out of the market square they can see the smoking foundation of a house.
Eris Drew sighs.
Fennimore: Well, look at that.
Fennimore: Now don't go tramping on all the evidence.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Why don't we just start throwing things at it and see if anything moves?
Fennimore sees a distortion in the air above the west side of the burned foundation.
Fennimore: Well, there's something you don't see every day.
Rael Octavius: Just one house burning down at a time, yes.
Fennimore: I was talking about what was left floating above the house. Do you see that? There in the air.
Eris Drew: Huh...
Fennimore points above the burned house.
Rael Octavius: Oh, that. That cannot be good.
Arncoril Oloxalim: What am I not seeing here?
Fennimore: Yeah, probably worse than a stabby plate.
Rael Octavius: Looks like a portal of some sort.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Maybe throw something at it? See what happens. Someone else will have to throw it though.
Eris Drew focuses her divine senses and detects fiends in the vicinity.
Eris Drew: Ohhhhh...found it.
Eris Drew: Uh oh.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] Lia?
Lia [Quori]: [Translation] Yikes!
Arncoril Oloxalim: I vote we throw the halfling at it.
Fennimore: Good luck with that.
Arncoril Oloxalim: It was just a thought. My apologies.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] Well, what should...
Eris Drew: Anybody else feel that?
Rael Octavius: Feel what?
Fennimore: Feel what?
Fennimore: What he said.
Arncoril Oloxalim: A hunger for meat?
Fennimore: I always feel that.
Eris Drew sighs.
Fennimore: Though you could have stopped at hunger.
Eris Drew: No, something else is here.
Unidentified Voice: Is someone there?
Fennimore: Something besides that glimmering thing in the sky?
Arncoril Oloxalim thinks, "God Dammit."
Arncoril Oloxalim sees a cultist pop his head up. He hexes the cultist and launches an eldritch blast at him. The cultist avoids most of the ray.
The cultist moves forward drawing his scimitar as he approaches.
You hear another creature moving through the debris of the house.
Fennimore hides behind Rael.
Rael Octavius launches a bolt of fire at another approaching cultist, striking him solidly.
Eris Drew fires an arrow from her longbow at the approaching cultist but misses him.
From further into the ruin, a firebolt whizzes pass Arncoril.
The closest cultist moves up and swings a scimitar at Arnvoril, missing him.
Arncoril Oloxalim draws his dagger and thrusts it at the cultist, gravely wounding him.
The second cultist moves into close proximity of the group and swings at Rael. Rael reacts by raising a shield spell and blocks the scimitar blow.
Fennimore steps out from behind Rael and skewers the cultist that tried to hit the sorcerer. The cultist falls in a heap at the Rael's feet.
Rael Octavius turns his focus to the approaching acolyte, launching another bolt of fire. The bolt strikes the acolyte squarely and sends him sprawling to the ground, unconscious.
Eris Drew moves forward, dropping her bow and drawing her bastard sword. She swings at the first cultist but misses.
Another firebolt erupts from the ruin and strikes Eris, but only a glancing blow.
The first cultist swings his scimitar at Arncoril again. This time wounding the warlock severely. Arncoril loses concentration on his hex and it expires.
Arncoril Oloxalim thrusts his dagger at the cultist again but misses this time.
Fennimore moves around to the other side of his comrades and stabs the cultist engaged with Arncoril with is rapier. The cultist drops unconscious.
Rael Octavius finally spots the cultist launching firebolts at the group and returns one of his own. A short yelp and a thud follows as the target drops unconscious.
With this, the combat ends and the group begins to investigate the burned ruin of a house.
Fennimore: See Eris, nary a stab to be had.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Just wait until the plates become sentient.
Eris Drew: Yes.
Rael Octavius: That was exciting.
Rael Octavius: So, we should check out this portal.
Rael Octavius moves into the ruin.
Fennimore: You have an unnatural attraction to dishes. Just keep them clean and they won't be getting stabby.
Fennimore: There he goes, trampling the evidence.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I still believe that throwing something at it would be a good idea. Maybe not the halfling, but a rock or something.
Eris Drew follows Rael.
Fennimore: Maybe we should walk around the outside of the building?!
Arncoril Oloxalim ignores Fennimore.
Rael Octavius: Of course, that would make more sense and be safer.
Rael Octavius follows Fennimore.
Arncoril Oloxalim: No fun in the ashes? What if there is a plate that needs cleaning?
Eris Drew goes to a pile of wood scraps and begins searching.
Arncoril Oloxalim checks the pockets of the cultist acolyte and finds ten gold.
Fennimore searches the perimeter for the source of the fire. As he moves around to where the front door would have been he finds melted candle wax along the foundation.
Fennimore: Rael, look at this.
Rael Octavius: What did you find, Fennimore?
Fennimore: Some melted wax on the outside of the house.
Rael Octavius: On the outside? That is strange.
Fennimore: Like a candle was burning here.
Rael Octavius: Would a candle start this big of a fire? The house looks like it exploded.
Fennimore: I agree.
Arncoril Oloxalim: A candle could have started the initial fire.
Rael Octavius: I would say something inside started the fire.
Fennimore: Maybe they had an alchemist inside with something explosive?
Eris Drew: That's interesting.
Arncoril Oloxalim finally spots the distortion in the air above the west side of the house as he approaches it.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Hey, look at that, I can see it now.
Fennimore thinks, "Took you long enough."
Arncoril Oloxalim: I'm gonna try and throw something at it.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] Dumbass.
Arncoril Oloxalim picks up a bit of debris from the ground and throws it at the distortion. It vanishes from sight as it passes through it.
Rael Octavius: Definitely a portal.
Eris Drew: Agreed.
Fennimore: Hey, you throwing evidence into that thing?
Arncoril Oloxalim: Nope.
Fennimore: Hmmph.
Eris Drew sighs.
Fennimore: So, where do you think it goes?
Arncoril Oloxalim: Wanna find out?
Eris Drew: Why don't we find out.
Fennimore: How do you suggest we do that?
Arncoril Oloxalim: A small person would probably be best. With a rope tied to them.
Eris Drew smirks.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Or a plate.
Eris Drew: Actually...
Fennimore: It's fifteen feet in the air. Maybe if you big folk stood on top of each other, one of you could stick your big head through.
Eris Drew: That's probably not a good idea.
Rael Octavius: Why?
Eris Drew: There's something in there.
Rael Octavius: What kind of something?
Fennimore: Where?
Arncoril Oloxalim: I have an idea actually. Does anyone have any rope?
Eris Drew: The portal
Eris Drew: Fiends.
Fennimore: I agree. What kind of a friend doesn't carry a rope?
Rael Octavius: Fiends? A portal to the outer planes? Not good.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Tie the rope to an arrow, Eris, shoot it through, and see what happens if we try to pull the arrow back.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] What do you think would happen, Lia?
Lia [Quori]: [Translation] Run!
Fennimore: Anybody know how to close a portal?
Eris Drew: We need to get out of here.
Rael Octavius: We need to find a wizard or a priest.
Eris Drew: Now!
Fennimore: She seems to be really afraid of everything.
Arncoril Oloxalim fires an eldritch blast through the portal. It vanishes as the debris had.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Well that didn't work.
Eris Drew: LIA SAID RUN!
Fennimore: Who's Lia?
Arncoril Oloxalim: Lia?
Eris Drew: Not now!
Rael Octavius: I might have to agree with her. A portal that is open to The Hells or The Abyss is a really bad thing.
Fennimore: It could go to the castle for all we know.
Arncoril Oloxalim: We don't know where the other end of the portal leads.
The portal makes a rumbling sound.
Eris Drew [Quori]: [Translation] I tried...
A chain devil begins to exit the portal and drops down to the ground.
Eris Drew runs.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I really hope that it's just gonna spit out some plates.
Eris Drew: Doubt that.
Fennimore: Eris doesn't want to wait around to find out.
Eris Drew: Ah, yeah!
Arncoril Oloxalim: Maybe he'll offer us a deal on plates?
Rael Octavius: Run!
Fennimore: I'm running as fast these little legs will carry me.
Fennimore huffs and puffs.
Eris Drew: Shut up for Messer himself.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Run little halfling, I wish to chuck you someday.
Arncoril Oloxalim runs away.
Rael Octavius runs.
Fennimore runs away.
Rael Octavius heads for The Temple of The Father and Mother.
Fennimore runs back To the Rogue Spoon Inn.
Eris Drew goes with Rael.
Arncoril Oloxalim follows Fennimore.
The halfling and warlock enter The Rogue Spoon.
Claricia Robert: You both look alarmed. What happened?
Arncoril Oloxalim: Something came out of a portal that wasn't a sentient plate.
Claricia Robert: A portal?
Fennimore: Your friend has a problem.
Arncoril Oloxalim thinks, "I need mead."
Claricia Robert: What exactly came through a portal?
Fennimore: A big, scary, devilish thing.
Claricia Robert: Oh, my!
Fennimore: Lots of chains and blades.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I don't think it wanted to sell us plates.
Fennimore: We didn't stick around long enough for introductions.
Claricia Robert turns to the guest side of the inn and shouts with surprising volume.
Claricia Robert: Everyone out! Head towards the castle, now!
Fennimore: Of course, that was after we bumped into the four angry big folk who didn't seem to want us there.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Can I get a bottle of mead first?
Fennimore: What, you don't have wards on this place?
Claricia Robert: I cannot put up those kinds of wards.
Claricia Robert: You need to alert the king, go!
Arncoril Oloxalim: You should tell us what the hell we just got ourselves into.
Fennimore: The King? Okay, but I doubt he'll listen to this little halfling.
Claricia Robert: He is probably already aware of the fiend's presence. He just needs to know exactly what it is.
Fennimore: Watch out for the other guy, he has an unnatural affinity for plates.
Patrons of the inn begin to stream out from the hallway and head for the front door.
Fennimore joins the throng and hustles towards the castle.
Arncoril Oloxalim jumps over the counter and shoves a couple of bottles of mead into his pockets and then moves towards the door.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Let us warn the king half, man.
The two exit the inn and begin toward the castle.
Rael and Eris arrive at The Temple of the Father and Mother.
Rael Octavius: Hello!?
Rael Octavius: We have an emergency!
Eris Drew: A large one.
A priest of Armee enters the hall.
Priest of Armee: What is going on here?
Eris Drew: A portal...and a devil...
Priest of Armee: Devil?
Eris Drew: Yes!
Rael Octavius: The chain variety.
Priest of Armee: That could kill half the city! Where?
Rael Octavius: Just west of The Rogue Spoon, the house that burned down.
Priest of Armee: Good heavens! I will get the high priest immediately.
Priest of Armee: Go and start evacuating the area if you can.
Eris Drew: Will do!
Rael Octavius: As you wish.
Rael Octavius: Let us go help as best we can.
Eris Drew: Okay.
Eris Drew [Celestial]: [Translation] Oh, God.
Rael Octavius [Celestial]: [Translation] Praying is a good idea.
Rael Octavius heads back toward The Rogue Spoon.
Arncoril and Fennimore arrive at the castle.
Fennimore: Help!
Guard: Help? With what?
Arncoril Oloxalim: We need to see the king as soon as possible.
Fennimore: There's a devil thing.
Fennimore: In the market, west of The Rogue Spoon.
Guard: King? Devil? The alarm is about a devil?
Arncoril Oloxalim: It wants to kill everything and take our plates.
Fennimore: Chains and knives and knives on the end of chains.
Fennimore: It's big and scary.
Arncoril Oloxalim: It will kill half the city.
Guard: Go straight through and up the stairs into the palace.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Starts running through and up the stairs.
Fennimore follows at a trot, "That's enough running today."
They pass through the courtyard, two gates and up the stairs and arrive at the palace doors. As they ascend to the top of the stairs, a knight in gold armor exits the palace.
High King Ran: Halt!
Fennimore: Gladly.
Fennimore: My king.
High King Ran: You have information about the alarm?
Fennimore: There's a devil loose in the city.
Arncoril Oloxalim: There is no time for formalities, High King, there is a devil.
High King Ran: Where and what kind of devil?
Fennimore: Big and scary, lots of chains and knives and knives on the end of chains.
Fennimore: In the market, west of The Rogue Spoon.
Arncoril Oloxalim: West of the Rogue Spoon, at the house that burned down last night. A chain devil.
High King Ran: Alright. You return to the area and protect those you can. I will confront the devil.
Fennimore: You'll want to be closing the portal too before more of them come through.
High King Ran disappears in a cloud of smoke.
Fennimore: Oh well, I hope he got that.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
Arncoril Oloxalim: He dies?
Fennimore: Um, you interested in going back that way?
Fennimore: I think I should go check on my mum.
Fennimore: Make sure she gets safely into the castle and all.
Arncoril Oloxalim: I'm interested in the mead I have in my pockets, but we can go to your mother.
Fennimore, Arncoril, Rael, and Eris arrive back in the area of the burned house just in time to see the king slay the devil.
Arncoril Oloxalim: Here's the question. Did he use any plates?
The High Priest of Armee arrives and successfully closes the portal.

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