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.