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Jaliera

Her bow is readied so as soon as she can target the lead zombie, she lets fly.


Jaliera Initiative
Gypsy rolled 1d20+3 and got 12

Jaliera Arrow
Gypsy rolled 1d20+5,1d6+3 and got 18, 6


[OOC 'Zombies on your lawn!' ]

(OOC - Nep - Do the zombies stop when the man speaks, or do we not have time to pause for a conversation here?)

[ooc: It all depends on what your designated negotiator - Chandan does. I'll leave it at that.]

Chandan

He catches a glimpse of the tent's occupant. Wizardly in appearance and perhaps able to defend himself, provided the zombies were kept at bay.

The old monk rushes to interpose himself between the bald, tattooed man and the undead.

"Stay behind me! You under attack from undead!" Chandan blurts.

Wizard

"Ahhh! No need."

He waves his hands and before Jaliera even has a chance to fire off an arrow, the zombies turn about and go back into the tower.

"Now that my guards have been dispatched, what are you doing here?"

Chandan

He shrugs and drops the butt of his spear to the ground. Zombies seem like terrible guards to him. They can't shout to raise the alarm, and if you ask them to rouse you personally, they're so slow an attacker will have been and gone by the time they've found you.

You don't have to pay them though. Coins. Merely pieces of plain metal that have been smacked with a fancy hammer. The lives of the wealthy are ruled by them (that's why they're wealthy).

"We heard rumours of someone moving in to ruins." He says, "We come to meet them."

Chandan steps back to allow his more articulate companions to carry forward the conversation.

Kriv

He looked on with dawning horror as he realised Chandan was having a conversation with someone, as the shambling corpses withdrew. This could go horribly, horribly awry, with no way of telling what the erratic human might do. The Dragonborn noble advanced to see if there was anything left to salvage.

Kallista

She is back with the others so she can't hear the exchange between Chandan and the newcomer, but his control of the Zombies is clearly demonstrated as he dismisses them.

Anyone who uses Zombies as guards, or even consorts with them, is someone to be wary of and someone whose motives need to be questioned, so as Kriv moves ahead to join Chandan she joins him.

Jaliera

She stays back and to one side where she has a clear shot of either the man or his less that wholesome companions.

Wizard

"That would be me. Now you met me. Now you should leave. I'm busy and I don't want interruptions," he says in a dismissive tone.

Zeim asked this in the OOC thread: "Nep - From the description you gave for the human we just met by the Old Owl Well, do we recognize who he might be or where he might come from? Or are none of us familiar?"

Answer: I would need an Intelligence (History) roll for that.

DM

As Kriv moves closer and looks at the wizard, he remembers hearing about a far away nation called Thay where many people dressed wore red robes like the one that this wizard wore. He also recalls that it is a nation run by powerful wizards and that those wizards commonly wore intricate tattoos on their foreheads. They are called the Red Wizards of Thay.

Chandan

Although the greybearded monk feels it best if someone else strikes up a dialogue with the wizard, he can't help but warn the wizard about his apparent plan and use of zombies as guards.

"Hey, zombies too slow to protect you when orc raiders ride in here, in dead of night and burn your tent down, mister."

Chandan looks to others for affirmation, but continues.

"You know you camping only few hills away from orc raiders' hideout?"

Kriv

Armed with a little more understanding, the noble scion upped his diplomatic obsequiousness in a matter befitting the expectations those far-off mages were reputed to have.

"Forgive the disruption, esteemed Thayvian. If you will but forbear for a moment, it is possible that our interests coincide, and we may be able to do you a service. We have heard tell of prospectors in this area, which likely disturbed you at your labours, and were duly driven off.

As you well know, such tales have a way of attracting the nosy and the curious, and what was but a single incident of no consequence may become a cavalcade of would-be interferers trying to set right what they believe to be wrong, or even just attacking your guards because they find their postmortem nature offensive."

He paused, his stance conciliatory.

"Here is where we can be of use to you. We seek the identity of these prospectors, and if possible, their present whereabouts. In exchange, we can stem the potential tide of those annoyingly concerned with your private business at source, so that you can proceed with a great deal fewer interruptions and less wear and tear on your security entourage. Would such a mutually beneficial outcome be of sufficient value to you?"

When Chandan, as feared, speaks, he keeps his feelings under iron control, locked within. He resists the temptation to offer the monk as another undead minion candidate. Just.

Davroar

He moves forward trailing after Kallista to hear the last bit of what Kriv said.

Davroar struggles to keep his mouth shut, as his views on necromancy is completely against his upbringing and beliefs. Stopping short, he pulls his fur hood up and looks slightly away to hide his disgust and anger towards the red robed man. Davroar does not want to repeat his mistake in front of Kriv again, when he dealt with the skeletons in the cellar of the manor.

Davroar silently hopes Kriv can get what information they need peacefully, and then perhaps later when this wizard has left the area Davroar can see about making this area go back to its natural ways.

Jaliera

She listens as Kriv speaks, thinking that it was as good a way forward as any.

Jaliera History
Gypsy rolled 1d20+4 and got 10

[OOC Bit late anyway so you can ignore roll ]

[ooc: Since it's a knowledge check, we can say that Jaliera recognized the same things as Kriv about the wizard.

also, Dugan, it was a brief blurb but there was a specific objective to this encounter as requested by Daren Eldermath in the N- News, Quests, Rumours, Leads, Persons & Items of Interest thread. ]

Davraor

He starts walking around, but keeps within hearing distance. His agitation might unknowingly show in his gait as he remembers Daran Eldermath's warnings about the possibility of some Netheril magics buried here, as he looks for any small animal that might make its home here. There is the possibility to use his spell to talk with animals, perhaps a rodent or other small animal, that might be able to give some insight as to how long this man has been here and what sort of activities has happened.

[ooc: Thanks Neptune for the reminder. Even though Davroar is young and sometimes impatient, I still think Kriv's admonishment over the skeletons is still fresh in his mind and will not interrupt. ]

(OOC - Nep - Do we all know what Daran told Davroar? If so the natural question would be to ask the Thayvian what he is looking for, as disturbing ancient and dangerous magics that have lain dormant for centuries is dangerous for everyone.)

[ooc: If Dugan says so, then Davroar shared it]

Chandan

The shambling monk looks over his shoulder, passed the shambling zombies, at the shambolic ruins.

He scratches his head, turning back to the Thayan wizard.

"You searching that place? Wow, what a waste of time! I hear more adventurers been in and out of there than the bawdy house.

"Probably not even one copper left in there." Chandan says.

"You want to come to Wyvern Tor instead, beat up some orc raiders?"

Wizard

Clearly annoyed, the wizard says, "Well, if that's all you have to say, let me continue my "waste of time, as it's my time to waste, and be off."

Kriv

"Ignore him, he serves much the same purpose as your own bodyguards except noisier. Chandan, kindly cease talking and be off as the wizard requested."

If needed, Kriv would reiterate his offer.

Chandan

He smiles amiably at Kriv's suggestion, bowing to the wizard.

"Good idea!" The old monk says, shuffling off around the ruins.

Chandan doesn't break line of sight with his companions, but he has learned what he needed to learn about the wizard.