Silvanost - a Dwarven Murderhobo, More Griffon Bonding, Romulus Waits Around, and the Command Center Begins Shaping Up
CONTENT WARNING: Grotto gets carried away while questioning Cuinar Elar and resorts to briefly waterboarding the aged ex-Councilor. I had considered editing that part out but I have decided to simply redacted it so the reactions to and consequences of the dwarf's actions will make sense in context.
14 Newkolt 349 AC
AT CUINAR'S ESTATE
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AT CUINAR'S ESTATE
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"Have your wine and drown your sorrows!" Grotto says. "Now you are best served as the town drunk rather than a true leader. Unless you have more to tell, enjoy the last of your days as a failure. Leader of the people as you would call yourself."
Shadow leans on the desk with both hands and looks into the former councilman’s eyes and says “Look at me when I tell you that I have seen several gods die at the hands of mortals with a few legendary weapons. And I will venture a guess that if you are helpful you may get to see a god die too. And a bunch of dragons. So if you want to share the location of this fake Huma’s tomb. Or better yet hand over some legendary lances. What do you say?”
Shadow leans on the desk with both hands and looks into the former councilman’s eyes and says “Look at me when I tell you that I have seen several gods die at the hands of mortals with a few legendary weapons. And I will venture a guess that if you are helpful you may get to see a god die too. And a bunch of dragons. So if you want to share the location of this fake Huma’s tomb. Or better yet hand over some legendary lances. What do you say?”
Note: The following section is redacted due to Grotto actions.
Grotto presses and berates the fallen leader even more. He grabs the elf, throws him on the table and throws a dirty rag on his face. He grabs the nearest half bottle of wine and pours it over the rag and the elfs face. "Is this the drink you are looking for? Tell us what you know! You will drown in your sorrow until my friend stops me!!!" Grotto smiles, feeling this is just punishment for not going to war. "Hanseath would want war and bravery, not your cowardice and capitulation! Now talk!!"
Shadow steps back “He has got nothing for us. Let’s go see about your war spirit.” Shadow will actually go back and read some more from the book about Huma. He starts at the back trying to locate the last places Huma visited. Have to start somewhere.”
Grotto releases the elf. "My dark friend has persuaded me that you know nothing that can help us. You should thank him when you are sober. Drink the last of the wine from your rag and pass out in a corner with the rest of your roaches!"
Grotto then walks with Shadow. "Well, that brought back memories. When I was captive in the goblin camps, that was their favorite way to entertain themselves at my expense."
Grotto walks away from the scene as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. "War. War never changes" he says bluntly and emotionlessly to Shadow.
"Now on to other leads. Perhaps the tavern keeper knows something!" Grotto says with a smirk.
Cuinar finally struggles to his feet, rises at that, "I couldn't give less than half of a %#$ about what some filthy, dwarf god wants! Yes, I erred and yes, the Dragonarmies betrayed us, and yes, my people are now embroiled in a war that I had hoped to avoid. But nothing gives you leave to come into my house and lay your dirt-grubbing paws on me!" He reaches for the cane propped against the corner of his desk and slams it down onto the wood.
"I told you everything I know, you disgusting animal. I apologize that it wasn't what you wanted to hear but I am not deliberately concealing information that may help my people, not even from some THING as foul as you. You claim to be a hero but you would torture me in my own home! I would turn out my stomach at your hypocrisy!"
As Grotto and Shadow leave Cuinar's manor, the drow says to his scarred companion, “Let’s make a note to visit the bar later and have a bit of fun. First, let’s go see about this temple basement and its disembodied voice. You sure it was not just you going crazy? The voice in your head? And if I don’t hear it, what then?” He stares at Grotto before snickering, “I try not to listen to the voices in my head. They say things like FIREBALL the All!”
Grotto gives Shadow a deadpan look. "That is a good point. Years of self medication and trauma do often make me question the fabric of my reality. For all I know, I could be hunched over my alchemy lab back in the Grimmlands from inhaling the fumes of an experiment! But, I am quite sure of what I heard! The place has to have a bit of magic in it!" Grotto chuckles!
It is close to a thirty minute walk from the Elar Estate to the abandoned temple basement. The hole Grotto opened while breaking through the door remains uncovered and the dwarf realizes that maybe he should have cordoned off the opening to keep curious passersby from falling in.
AT THE GRIFFON AERIE
Shadow steps back “He has got nothing for us. Let’s go see about your war spirit.” Shadow will actually go back and read some more from the book about Huma. He starts at the back trying to locate the last places Huma visited. Have to start somewhere.”
Grotto releases the elf. "My dark friend has persuaded me that you know nothing that can help us. You should thank him when you are sober. Drink the last of the wine from your rag and pass out in a corner with the rest of your roaches!"
Grotto then walks with Shadow. "Well, that brought back memories. When I was captive in the goblin camps, that was their favorite way to entertain themselves at my expense."
Grotto walks away from the scene as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. "War. War never changes" he says bluntly and emotionlessly to Shadow.
"Now on to other leads. Perhaps the tavern keeper knows something!" Grotto says with a smirk.
Cuinar finally struggles to his feet, rises at that, "I couldn't give less than half of a %#$ about what some filthy, dwarf god wants! Yes, I erred and yes, the Dragonarmies betrayed us, and yes, my people are now embroiled in a war that I had hoped to avoid. But nothing gives you leave to come into my house and lay your dirt-grubbing paws on me!" He reaches for the cane propped against the corner of his desk and slams it down onto the wood.
"I told you everything I know, you disgusting animal. I apologize that it wasn't what you wanted to hear but I am not deliberately concealing information that may help my people, not even from some THING as foul as you. You claim to be a hero but you would torture me in my own home! I would turn out my stomach at your hypocrisy!"
As Grotto and Shadow leave Cuinar's manor, the drow says to his scarred companion, “Let’s make a note to visit the bar later and have a bit of fun. First, let’s go see about this temple basement and its disembodied voice. You sure it was not just you going crazy? The voice in your head? And if I don’t hear it, what then?” He stares at Grotto before snickering, “I try not to listen to the voices in my head. They say things like FIREBALL the All!”
Grotto gives Shadow a deadpan look. "That is a good point. Years of self medication and trauma do often make me question the fabric of my reality. For all I know, I could be hunched over my alchemy lab back in the Grimmlands from inhaling the fumes of an experiment! But, I am quite sure of what I heard! The place has to have a bit of magic in it!" Grotto chuckles!
It is close to a thirty minute walk from the Elar Estate to the abandoned temple basement. The hole Grotto opened while breaking through the door remains uncovered and the dwarf realizes that maybe he should have cordoned off the opening to keep curious passersby from falling in.
AT THE GRIFFON AERIE
Kysek runs his hand down the back of her neck. “That’s a girl. I knew we could make this work. Shall we inform the Wing Sergeant that we would like to begin?”
Upon his return to the aerie, Ra’ziir goes through the tasks required to manage the upkeep of Redclaw’s stall. Afterward, he brings over the usual bucket of “snacks” and grabs the large brush. Feeding the griffon chunks of meat between brush strokes, he begins broaching the topic of flying together soon… “Time is a fickle bastard that way my friend… if we are to become as formidable a force against those dragons as I know we can be, we need to start training together.”
The Eldritch Knight will bring over the saddle he intends to use with Redclaw. When Ra’ziir attempts to saddle Redclaw, Wing Sergeant Silvervale intervenes, "You don't want that, you will need a saddle that can hold you to your griffon while leaving your hands free to cast spells. You and Councilor Creepingshadow should go and see Elowen for a fitting
Ra'ziir nods and walks Redclaw out of the stall and around the aerie, talking to him all the while. “We can still take these steps together, my friend… and when you trust me enough, you’ll let me know when you’re ready to fly with me… agreed?” Ra’ziir looks into Redclaw’s eyes and smiles… “You really are handsome though, aren’t you…?” As he strokes the griffon’s neck, running his hand down his feathered head.
Silvervale watches the two elves at work with their prospective mounts and after close to a week announces, "I think you are ready to begin training. There are a number of signals and formations you can begin learning while Redclaw and Dusk continue getting used to you."
BACK AT LORRAINE'S
Romulus, having returned from the Tower of High Sorcery, goes to Lorraine's. When he discovers the magical items Grotto and Raven brought back from their trip to Womford and the coat Raven took from the minotaur sergeant (and washing the blood off of it), he settles in to identify their properties while he waits for his companions to return.
IN THE OLD CIVIC BUILDING
Sergeant Falindrithan and Alara oversee the removal and relocation of centuries of familial detritus ranging from baby blankets and nursery furniture to curios, forgotten gifts, clothes that have long since gone out of style, and holiday decorations dating back to shortly after the Cataclysm.
Slowly, the project begins to show results. The central area is slowly cleared, although the chambers located at the periphery of the intended command center become more cluttered, at least for the time being. Elves from House Servitor begin sorting through the chaotic mess and reorganizing and indexing it should any of it ever be needed.
Lord Commander Terinani stops by one morning while Ra'ziir and Kysek are at the Aerie with about a dozen men to deliver a table, some chairs, and a large map easel.
Upon his return to the aerie, Ra’ziir goes through the tasks required to manage the upkeep of Redclaw’s stall. Afterward, he brings over the usual bucket of “snacks” and grabs the large brush. Feeding the griffon chunks of meat between brush strokes, he begins broaching the topic of flying together soon… “Time is a fickle bastard that way my friend… if we are to become as formidable a force against those dragons as I know we can be, we need to start training together.”
The Eldritch Knight will bring over the saddle he intends to use with Redclaw. When Ra’ziir attempts to saddle Redclaw, Wing Sergeant Silvervale intervenes, "You don't want that, you will need a saddle that can hold you to your griffon while leaving your hands free to cast spells. You and Councilor Creepingshadow should go and see Elowen for a fitting
Silvervale watches the two elves at work with their prospective mounts and after close to a week announces, "I think you are ready to begin training. There are a number of signals and formations you can begin learning while Redclaw and Dusk continue getting used to you."
BACK AT LORRAINE'S
Romulus, having returned from the Tower of High Sorcery, goes to Lorraine's. When he discovers the magical items Grotto and Raven brought back from their trip to Womford and the coat Raven took from the minotaur sergeant (and washing the blood off of it), he settles in to identify their properties while he waits for his companions to return.
IN THE OLD CIVIC BUILDING
Sergeant Falindrithan and Alara oversee the removal and relocation of centuries of familial detritus ranging from baby blankets and nursery furniture to curios, forgotten gifts, clothes that have long since gone out of style, and holiday decorations dating back to shortly after the Cataclysm.
Slowly, the project begins to show results. The central area is slowly cleared, although the chambers located at the periphery of the intended command center become more cluttered, at least for the time being. Elves from House Servitor begin sorting through the chaotic mess and reorganizing and indexing it should any of it ever be needed.
Lord Commander Terinani stops by one morning while Ra'ziir and Kysek are at the Aerie with about a dozen men to deliver a table, some chairs, and a large map easel.
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