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<blockquote data-quote="prabe" data-source="post: 8111304" data-attributes="member: 7016699"><p>Session 15: Class War</p><p></p><p></p><p>Dramatis Personae:</p><p></p><p>Aldalómiel - Wood Elf Ranger (Hunter Conclave)</p><p>Elama “Lamie” Galanodel- Wood Elf Cleric (Tempest)</p><p>Vinya Anar - Wood Elf Monk (Way of the Sun Soul)</p><p>Elderon - High Elf Wizard (Loremaster)</p><p>Marxine Deepfoot - Dwarf Fighter (Champion)</p><p></p><p></p><p>GM - Everyone Else</p><p></p><p>(Note: This session was held on Discord.)</p><p></p><p></p><p>20 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 51)</p><p></p><p>We continued sailing along on the Reed to Lonoj. Mr. Stonebright, our employer, told us that he was going to arrange a boat and then land transport from Lonoj to Torm Brinnom, the Dwarven stronghold we’re going to be escorting him to. He said he had some planning he was going to need to do.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: Are you going to need help?</p><p>Stonebright: No, I’ve got this. But it’s going to take a few days.</p><p></p><p>The rest of the day and the night passed without incident. As did the next day and the night.</p><p></p><p></p><p>22 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 53)</p><p></p><p>The Reed pulled into a slip in the Lonoj harbor in the mid-morning and we debarked.</p><p></p><p>We stood around contemplating getting rooms in an inn for the few days we were going to be waiting for Mr. Stonebright to make arrangements for us to go to Torm Brinnom.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: Maybe we should stay in the same inn he does, so he can find us.</p><p>Elderron: If we work for him, can he pay?</p><p></p><p>Vinya found our employer and asked for a recommendation of an inn. He said he was going to be staying at a place in The Slips called the Soaring Gull, so we decided to stay there as well. We went with him to the inn.</p><p></p><p>Elama: What is there to do in this town?</p><p>Stonebright: The usual things you find in most towns.</p><p>Elama: Erlin was very boring.</p><p>Vinya: What makes Lonoj Lonoj?</p><p>Stonebright: Facet Square.</p><p>Vinya: Let’s go there!</p><p></p><p>We arranged for our rooms then followed directions, and the sound of bustle and goods being bought and sold, to the very large open-air market that is Facet Square. Elama scurried around looking at all the things she’d never seen before. The market had one sector where people were specifically selling gems and jewelry, and we were told that was how the market started, but all manner of goods were being sold from foodstuffs to common pottery to exotic wares from other continents.</p><p></p><p>Elderron bought himself some very fine clothes, so he could look like a proper fancy wizard.</p><p></p><p>As we walked around through the gem and jewelry markets we noticed that there were arguments going on in a number of the gem cutting stalls. It seemed like the workers were trying to negotiate for raises. As we listened more closely to this we noticed that the workers didn’t appear to have any leverage because the bosses were colluding with one another.</p><p></p><p>Marxine: The merchant class is keeping people down.</p><p></p><p>We asked a little about the government of the city, just talking to people in stalls. We learned that the government is a mercantile oligarchy. It’s ruled by a Council of Guilds with a mayor that serves at the pleasure of the council. Mayors tend to stay in power for a while because the council values consistency in the governance of the city.</p><p></p><p>It seemed that the people complaining were mostly gnomes and dwarves, so we got concerned about this being racial oppression as well as the class oppression, but it became clear that the workers mostly worked for people of the same race and argued with their bosses whoever they were.</p><p></p><p>Marxine was a miner in a Dwarven stronghold, working for a mining company - she recognized the struggles of labor versus management, even though she’d been more at the getting the gems out of the mountains side of the process than gemcutting, jewelry making, or jewel selling.</p><p></p><p>We went to find a place to have dinner just away from Facet Square in Orbi’s Round, one of the neighborhoods where the workers live. We didn’t go far before we found a bar with a lot of noise and bustle for the size of the establishment -- the Silver Loupe. Most of the furniture inside was sized for gnomes and dwarves. It turned out not to be overly crowded, but the crowd inside was festive and jovial and happy.</p><p></p><p>We went in, the largely elf party getting some strange looks and a beat of silence before people went back to eating, drinking, and talking with one another as normal. It seemed as though they weren’t used to seeing non-locals in the bar any more than they were used to seeing elves.</p><p></p><p>Elderron said a greeting in gnomish to the first gnome he saw. Marxine rolled her eyes. Both of them were hearing pretty normal bar conversation. Elderron approached the bartender, a gnome who was short and wiry, even by gnome standards</p><p></p><p>Barkeep: Welcome to the Silver Loupe . How can I help you?</p><p>Elderron: We’d like wine and food.</p><p>Barkeep: There’s a table in the corner that you folks might be comfortable at. I’m Smolly. How can I help you?</p><p></p><p>We ordered ale and mead and wine and meat and potatoes and veggies and cheese and bread -- each of us according to our preference. We were served a very good meal, especially for the quite modest price Smolly asked for the food. The meal was delicious and a bargain. We had found ourselves a really nice local spot.</p><p></p><p>Smolly, to Marxine: Why are you in here? We don’t normally get new people. It’s been four years since we’ve had new people.</p><p>Marxine: You must have a reputation and draw in new customers.</p><p>Smolly: Well, okay. New people usually come in with locals though. Like they’re brought in by someone who’s a regular. We don’t just get people coming in on their own. That’s been a long time now.</p><p>Marxine: I’m from a stronghold on the East side of the continent.</p><p>Elderron: It seems like there’s been complaints and commotion. Maybe we can help?</p><p>Smolly: The jewellers and gem-cutters are up to their old tricks. They’re colluding to keep wages down. And they have a blacklist, so workers who complain too much are getting blocked from working anywhere.</p><p>Vinya: How long has this been going on?</p><p>Smolly: It’s been building for a year but it’s coming to a head now as even the most skilled workers are not able to get higher wages anywhere. I hope you bought what you want today.</p><p>Vinya: Do you think something is going to happen tomorrow?</p><p>Smolly: Well, last time this happened, 50 years ago, the workers went on strike and got some concessions from the owners and the guilds. I don’t think the owners want to have to do that this time.</p><p>Elderron: Are the workers suffering or living in squalor?</p><p>Smolly: Well, they’re not selling their kids like they do sometimes in New Arvai…</p><p>Elderron: Selling their kids?</p><p>Smolly: Yeah.</p><p>Elderron: I’m from Pelsoreen. My parents sold me three times.</p><p>Smolly: In New Arvai kids get sold to the gangs. That’s how the gangs do most of their recruiting.</p><p>Vinya: What do you expect to happen tomorrow? Another strike?</p><p>Smolly: Yeah. Probably stores tomorrow will have hard times with staffing and staying open. People who want to shop will have to cross picket lines and the shops will have to find scabs to do the work. Depending on what happens after that, there may be other unpleasantness.</p><p>Elderron: In the Chimney Shell neighborhood?</p><p>Smolly: Probably there will be some shenanigans there, but mostly in the Square at the retail end.</p><p>Marxine: If the retail workers can get the manufacturing workers on their side, that would give them more leverage.</p><p>Smolly: They’re trying.</p><p>Elderron: Where do the guildmasters live?</p><p>Smolly: Blossomside.</p><p>Vinya: This happens every human generation?</p><p>Smolly: Yeah, about that. It just spreads -- one or two of the owners get the idea and then it spreads out.</p><p>Elderron: The businesses are doing well, but the guilds don’t want to share the wealth.</p><p>Smolly: No. They never do.</p><p>Marxine: That’s the point of capitalism -- to grow wealth.</p><p>Elderron: We’ll keep our eyes open tomorrow.</p><p>Vinya: And eat this lovely dinner.</p><p></p><p>The lovely dinner was followed by an almost magical strawberry cake (in the middle of winter!). After dinner the bar got quieter.</p><p></p><p>Marxine went to the bar and bought a round for some of the dwarves to get a more explicit idea of the workers’ plans, but though they accepted the beers they didn’t talk about what they had in mind for the strike the next day. She gave them a power fist sign and then walked away.</p><p></p><p>Vinya, to Smolly as he came to bring more drinks: Are there any elf communities in Lonoj?</p><p>Smolly: There’s a little group of wood elves in Blossomside, near the greenspace in the city.</p><p>Vinya: Do they also work in the jewelry trade?</p><p>Smolly: Not necessarily.</p><p>Marxine: Maybe they grow the strawberries.</p><p></p><p>We finished eating and then went back to the Soaring Gull for the night.</p><p></p><p>Vinya and Marxine contemplated going and finding trouble on our way back, and Marxine watched for people milling about or moving, but she didn’t see anything but the place emptying out.</p><p></p><p>The night passed without incident.</p><p></p><p></p><p>23 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 54)</p><p></p><p>The next morning we heard rumblings even in the Soaring Gull about goings on in Facet Square. The departure of several of the ships in port was being delayed because many of the people who would have been sailing out wanted to take gems and jewels with them and the shops were closed.</p><p></p><p>We ate breakfast and headed to Facet Square. Many of the major entrances to the Square, especially those near the gem and jewelry stalls, were blocked by picket lines -- striking workers with signs. There were also picket lines at some of the larger jewelry shops. The signs had slogans demanding fair wages, freedom to negotiate, and an end to blacklists for qualified workers. They were in gnomish, dwarvish and common. The dwarven ones were blunt and to the point. The gnomish ones were cleverly worded calumnies. In either language, when a specific person was called out it was for not supporting fellow gnomes or fellow dwarves. They were evoking the strong community leanings of both the gnomes and the dwarves and calling out people for failing to abide by that.</p><p></p><p>Elderron looked around for the union leaders and organizers as well as the city watch and what the guild leaders were doing. The city watch wasn’t interfering with the picket line or the people crossing it. They were clearly there to intervene only when things got violent. They didn’t appear to be at all inclined to harass the striking workers or kick their heads.</p><p></p><p>Elama: What’s our goal?</p><p>Elderron: Have we chosen a side?</p><p>Marxine: <<laughs>></p><p>Vinya: I’m with Marxine.</p><p></p><p>The striking workers had mostly blocked the entrances to the square near the gem shops - the other shops selling general merchandise and food were still open and doing business without crossing the picket lines.</p><p></p><p>Elderron: I’d like to go to Blossomside and see the other side of things -- get a sense of what the guilds and merchants are going to do.</p><p>Vinya: Yeah, see what they’re planning in response.</p><p>Marxine: I’m staying here.</p><p></p><p>So Marxine stayed in Facet Square while the rest of the party headed to Blossomside. We agreed to meet up at the Silver Loupe for lunch. Elderron was looking for guildsmen, members of the merchant-owner class, having conversations. Maybe a tavern to have a late second breakfast where people might be meeting. Elama and Vinya noticed a cluster of wood elf homes in a greenspace. They also noticed a lot of people in the street, some of them heading toward an upscale bar, that had a lot of noise and bustle coming out of it, though the sign on the door said that it was closed.</p><p></p><p>Vinya, to Elama: Clairvoyance would let us look into the bar.</p><p>Elama: It’s a great spell. But I didn’t prepare it today.</p><p></p><p>Vinya looked around for an alley or side window or something where we might be able to get close and overhear something. We found an alley on the side of the building where we could stand without being totally obvious about it. And from there we could hear and see a little bit.</p><p></p><p>There were a lot of people in the bar -- clearly merchants and gemcutters and jewelers -- guildmasters and shop owners and business owners and silversmiths. We heard some argument about what to do. It was clear that at that time they were not planning to give into the strikers.</p><p></p><p>Vinya took a peek in through the window looking for Mr. Stonebright, our employer, but didn’t see him.</p><p></p><p>We heard some talk about breaking the strike -- some people mentioned the name Armok, wondering what his thoughts were, asking what he’s doing. It was clear that his suggestions and ideas were going to carry a lot of weight.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: Any idea on how to find this Armok guy?</p><p>Elama: Maybe he’ll show up.</p><p>Vinya; We can wait for about an hour before we’re meeting Marxine and there’s only one entrance to the bar. Let’s mill around on the street and try not to be too obvious about it.</p><p></p><p>About 45 minutes later we saw a dignified looking, old, dwarf man, with an ornately braided beard and ornate robes, flanked by two much younger, similarly dressed dwarves who looked like they might be related to him. We realized as he entered the bar that none of us who were there could understand dwarvish. So Elderron cast comprehend languages and tried to listen to what was being said in the bar.</p><p></p><p>Unfortunately he couldn’t hear very well. The rest of us who could hear better couldn’t understand the languages being spoken. We collectively got the sense that there was a question from Armok and agreement from the assembly.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, back in Facet Square, Marxine was antsy and anxious because she’d done this before and it had gone poorly for her. She was milling about, keeping an eye on the guards around the picket lines, nervous they’d be doing something to attack or harm the picketing workers.</p><p></p><p>As she was keeping an eye out, she saw about a dozen orcish guys with leather armor and shields barreling toward a picket line a few hundred feet away.</p><p></p><p>At her top speed she was going to get there about 40 seconds after they were going to get there, which meant that they were going to have plenty of time to hurt a lot of the picketers. Some of the people on the picket line, seeing the orcs coming, changed their grip on their signs, ready to swing them in their own defense. Some of the picketers scattered.</p><p></p><p>Marxine ran that way with her shield ready, prepared to come between the workers and the orcs. She was also prepared to try and rally people back to the picket lines.</p><p></p><p>The orcs arrived at the picket line well before Marxine could -- she could only watch them attack the protestors. Two of the protestors were dropped hard -- it was clear to Marxine that the orcs weren’t pulling their blows. They didn’t care if they killed people. The orcs were indiscriminate in their attacks -- they hit anyone in or near the picket lines, including one of the guards, who they dropped.</p><p></p><p>Much of the line, and the guard keeping an eye on it, broke and scattered. The orcs didn’t put any effort into killing the ones who were dropped but they didn’t care about avoiding lethal damage either.</p><p></p><p>After breaking up the picket line, the orcs waded into the square toward some of the lines picketing specific shops. Some people were trying to help the picketers. Many were trying to get away. Marxine ran in their direction.</p><p></p><p>As Marxine got close, she dropped her shield and grabbed the magical maul with both hands as she met up with the orcs in the middle of the square. She hit and dropped one of the orcs with two blows then dropped another one with a single blow.</p><p></p><p>Marxine was so caught up in the fight that she was taken aback and surprised to see a tall, pale, thin human-looking man who ran into the fight at about the same time she did from the other side of the orcs. He stopped about 15 feet away from the group of orcs and dark, skeletal wings came out of his shoulders and he was surrounded by a terrifying aura. Three of the orcs looked rattled by him and attacked Marxine, but only one hit. The others turned and attacked the winged guy, and he was hit three times.</p><p></p><p>Marxine didn’t have time to figure out the guy with the skeletal wings -- she just kept swinging. She hit one of them twice -- the second shot knocked his head right off. The winged guy started laying into the orcs with two-handed swings with a longsword. He dropped two of the orcs that were attacking him. As he hit them, there were little flashes of light. He was also not trying to do non-lethal damage.</p><p></p><p>The two remaining orcs on Marxine hit her once between them. The winged guy was hit a few times by the several orcs on him.</p><p></p><p>Marxine dropped another one with her two hits and the winged guy, who appeared to be doing shots that flashed with blackness and a bright energy (both radiant and necrotic damage at the same time), dropped two of them, one with each blow.</p><p></p><p>After another couple of shots from the orcs on each of them, Marxine hit her remaining orc once but didn’t drop him. The winged guy dropped one then got a critical hit and did a paladin smite pulling down radiant energy that exploded in a big ball of energy. He then turned and looked at the one remaining orc, on Marxine, and growled something in orcish.</p><p></p><p>The orc wet his pants, dropped his club and ran away.</p><p></p><p>Winged guy: You fight well, tovarisch.</p><p>Marxine: Thanks for the help.</p><p>Winged guy: They needed stopping.</p><p></p><p>There were still a few protesters around -- most of them scattered but some had not. Some of the people who had been knocked down by the orcs were getting help -- folks were helping them up. Medics were hovering over a couple of the others.</p><p></p><p>Marxine, looking around: Are you helping these people? Are you staying around?</p><p>Winged guy: I can stay here. You appear to have picked the correct side.</p><p>Marxine: These are people trying to eat. The bosses are taking from them.</p><p>Winged guy: The world could use more people fighting for them. Where are you staying?</p><p>Marxine: The Soaring Gull</p><p>Winged Guy: I’ll find you there later.</p><p>Marxine: What’s your name?</p><p>Winged Guy: Erloto.</p><p></p><p>Meanwhile, the group trying to do surveillance and reconnaissance in Blossomside (and mostly failing) headed toward the Silver Loupe to meet Marxine for lunch armed only with one name, Armok, and the sense that the people in Blossomside had been in agreement with something he’d suggested.</p><p></p><p>On our way back to the bar we saw a beaten up and bedraggled orc running to Blossomside, though it didn’t go to the bar we were at.</p><p></p><p>Marxine and Erloto went to where the picketers and guards had been injured. Erloto went around laying hands on the injured, healing their wounds. Marxine took one of the injured people to the Silver Loupe, considering that a safe place where the person could get food, drink and tending to his wounds.</p><p></p><p>Marxine noticed that no one came to take care of the orcs.</p><p></p><p>We met up at the Silver Loupe.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: We got a name. You got a friend.</p><p>Marxine: You can tell by the blood -- some Pinkertons came to crack down on the protestors. I cracked back.</p><p></p><p>We told Marxine about what we heard, about Armok, and the distinguished dwarf with the two associates.As we talked we figured that the agreement we heard was about bringing in the brute squad.</p><p></p><p>Marxine: That would be a dwarf -- ending a strike with mercenaries.</p><p></p><p>We all agreed that bringing in brutes like the orcs on the first day of a strike was not okay.</p><p></p><p>Marxine went to talk to Smolly.</p><p></p><p>Smolly: Good to see you here again.</p><p>Marxine: I wish it was better circumstances.</p><p>Smolly: It could have been worse -- though two innocents died. And one of the guards.</p><p>Marxine: Have mercenaries been called on strikes before or is this the first time?</p><p>Smolly: It’s been done before, but this is the first time it’s been this quick. And that was as violent as it’s ever been.</p><p>Elerron: Who’s Armok? We saw a richly dressed dwarf…</p><p>Vinya: With two younger dwarves -- maybe his sons or nephews.</p><p>Smolly: That was a son and a nephew. Yeah, that’s Armok Fireruby.</p><p>Marxine: There’s an aristocrat name.</p><p>Smolly: He’s the head of the Jewellers’ Guild. His brother was the head of the Gemcutters’ Guild. His nephew is the head there now. His son is an up-and-comer in the Jewel Merchants’ Guild.</p><p>Elama: Are we going to kill this guy?</p><p>Vinya: Well, that’s not the plan.</p><p>Elderron: What can be done then?</p><p>Vinya: Maybe we can be guarding or helping the workers -- fighting the mercenaries.</p><p>Marxine: We don’t have time for a revolution.</p><p>Vinya: Maybe we can negotiate with Armok. If we could find an edge against him, leverage, to get him to back down…</p><p>Elderron: So we need to find people who might have leverage….</p><p></p><p>We talked about the possibility of getting his class allies disgusted with him for being so crude.</p><p></p><p>Elama: Do we have proof he hired the orcs?</p><p>Elderron: He arrived and talked and got agreement. Then there were orcs.</p><p></p><p>We talked about the fact that there was a human guardsman among the dead and decided to go talk to the guard. At the guardhouse, we noticed that there was a lot of busy-ness and commotion. We got in by throwing Captain Althorn’s name around.</p><p></p><p>Elderron looked around to see if there were any picketers being thrown in jail and saw none. He also didn’t see any orcs. But the guards were tense at having lost one of their own.</p><p></p><p>Elama: Hey, guys! Why are you so busy?</p><p>Marxine, Vinya and Aldalomiel: <<facepalm></p><p></p><p>The reaction from the guard we were talking to was a three second pause.</p><p></p><p>Guard: Fustercluck in Facet Square.</p><p>Elama: We weren’t there. She was. <<pointing to Marxine>></p><p>Marxine: Sorry about your comrade.</p><p>Guard: We want to find out why they killed him. He wasn’t a threat.</p><p>Elama: Do you have any orc corpses?</p><p>Guard: ….</p><p>Elama: I’m a priest. I can speak to dead people. Tomorrow.</p><p>Guard: Let me see if I can get you in to talk to Captain Toris.</p><p></p><p>The guard went deeper into the guard house then returned a couple of minutes later with a human man with greying temples, in his mid-fifties but still pretty trim, and introduced him as Captain Konasik Toris.</p><p></p><p>Captain Toris: You want one of the orc corpses.</p><p>Elama: Tomorrow. We want to know who hired the orcs.</p><p>Captain: We want to know that too. If we can figure out who did it, we can present a case to the mayor and the guilds. We can make sure this asshat gets punished.</p><p>Marxine: Even if they have money and influence?</p><p>Elderron: We’re here to help you.</p><p>Captain: Our guy wasn’t there but to keep order. He didn’t sign up to fight mercenaries. He wasn’t armed or equipped for that.</p><p>Elderron: So bringing in the orcs was crossing a line?</p><p>Captain: Yeah. It was. If two groups are going to fight each other, they need to make sure no one is caught in between.</p><p>Marxine: Only one side wanted to settle things this way. You’re not interested in the dead workers?</p><p>Captain: I’m being practical. Them having killed the guard is how to get justice -- if we can figure out where in the guilds this came from. The guilds won’t care about the dead workers but they will care about a dead guard. You can get justice for them by getting justice for my guy.</p><p>Marxine: Yeah. It just sucks.</p><p>Captain: Yeah.</p><p>Vinya: Any suggestion on where to begin?</p><p>Elama: There’s this Armok guy.</p><p>Captain: Armok Fireruby?</p><p>Vinya: Maybe…</p><p></p><p>Captain Toris then described perfectly the older, ornately-dressed dwarf we’d seen, as well as his two companions. Vinya told him the little we heard from the bar up in Blossomside.</p><p></p><p>Captain: Armok has a reputation as a ruthless dwarf.</p><p>Vinya: That would go with bringing in orc mercenaries on the first day of a strike.</p><p>Captain: Yeah.</p><p>Vinya: Where does he live? How can we find out more about him?</p><p>Captain: I don’t know a lot. I do know that the Firerubies aren’t in Torm Brinnom because the other dwarfs didn’t want them there.</p><p>Elama: Isn’t that where we’re escorting that guy?</p><p>Vinya and Elderron: Yes.</p><p></p><p>Torus gave us directions to the Fireruby estate.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: I bet there are big, conspicuous ruby-looking gems on the gate columns.</p><p>Elama: Is that a dwarf thing?</p><p>Marxine: If you’re an naughty word.</p><p></p><p>We left the Captain and headed toward the bar that the elf contingent of the party had been at in Blossomside to see if they’d opened by now. They had and it was less crowded open than it had been when it was closed earlier.</p><p></p><p>Armok was not still there.</p><p></p><p>Elderron, before we went in: Are we going to go in and ask a lot of questions?</p><p>Vinya: I think just listen for a while.</p><p>Marxine: If we talk to any of these people, I’ll go insane.</p><p>Vinya: But you can listen?</p><p>Marxine: Yes.</p><p></p><p>So we went in. Though there are a large number of dwarves and gnomes living in Blossomside, the bar was mostly sized for humans. We went in and got beverages and some bar food. This was a very rootsy-tootsy bar, with a bard playing a harp very poorly in the corner, and the food and drinks were expensive. They were not, however, any better than the food and drinks at the Silver Loupe. The only difference was that we paid a lot more here in Blossomside.</p><p></p><p>Elama and Elderron both noticed that the beverages tasted exactly like the wines they were drinking at the Silver Loupe. Exactly. They also noticed that there were no labels on the bottle. They pointed this out to the others, very quietly.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: I dislike these guys even more.</p><p>Elderron: So what are people paying for up here?</p><p>Vinya: They’re charging what the market will bear.</p><p></p><p>We then started to listen to what was going on in the bar. Aldalomiel heard a human a couple of tables away talking to his companions.</p><p></p><p>Human: I can’t believe the goons Armok hired got that out of hand. I also can’t believe so many of them wound out dead.</p><p>Marxine: <<suppressed cackle>></p><p></p><p>We asked the bartender if he knew who that guy was but he had no idea. We watched carefully to see if the bartender gave the guy any indication that we’d inquired, but there was no communication.</p><p></p><p>Elama quietly cast thaumaturgy and created a whispering next to the guy’s ear that said, “This is your conscience. You are guilty of those deaths. Go confess your sins.”</p><p></p><p>After a few seconds of that, the guy sat up straight and looked around startled. The guy he was talking to looked puzzled at his companion’s behavior, but didn’t appear to be able to hear the whispering himself.</p><p></p><p>After 10 seconds of the whispering in his ear, the guy freaked out and fastwalked out of the bar. Aldalomiel put her hunters’ mark on him as he left.</p><p></p><p>We ended there, planning to let him get a little bit ahead of us before we left to follow him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="prabe, post: 8111304, member: 7016699"] Session 15: Class War Dramatis Personae: Aldalómiel - Wood Elf Ranger (Hunter Conclave) Elama “Lamie” Galanodel- Wood Elf Cleric (Tempest) Vinya Anar - Wood Elf Monk (Way of the Sun Soul) Elderon - High Elf Wizard (Loremaster) Marxine Deepfoot - Dwarf Fighter (Champion) GM - Everyone Else (Note: This session was held on Discord.) 20 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 51) We continued sailing along on the Reed to Lonoj. Mr. Stonebright, our employer, told us that he was going to arrange a boat and then land transport from Lonoj to Torm Brinnom, the Dwarven stronghold we’re going to be escorting him to. He said he had some planning he was going to need to do. Vinya: Are you going to need help? Stonebright: No, I’ve got this. But it’s going to take a few days. The rest of the day and the night passed without incident. As did the next day and the night. 22 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 53) The Reed pulled into a slip in the Lonoj harbor in the mid-morning and we debarked. We stood around contemplating getting rooms in an inn for the few days we were going to be waiting for Mr. Stonebright to make arrangements for us to go to Torm Brinnom. Vinya: Maybe we should stay in the same inn he does, so he can find us. Elderron: If we work for him, can he pay? Vinya found our employer and asked for a recommendation of an inn. He said he was going to be staying at a place in The Slips called the Soaring Gull, so we decided to stay there as well. We went with him to the inn. Elama: What is there to do in this town? Stonebright: The usual things you find in most towns. Elama: Erlin was very boring. Vinya: What makes Lonoj Lonoj? Stonebright: Facet Square. Vinya: Let’s go there! We arranged for our rooms then followed directions, and the sound of bustle and goods being bought and sold, to the very large open-air market that is Facet Square. Elama scurried around looking at all the things she’d never seen before. The market had one sector where people were specifically selling gems and jewelry, and we were told that was how the market started, but all manner of goods were being sold from foodstuffs to common pottery to exotic wares from other continents. Elderron bought himself some very fine clothes, so he could look like a proper fancy wizard. As we walked around through the gem and jewelry markets we noticed that there were arguments going on in a number of the gem cutting stalls. It seemed like the workers were trying to negotiate for raises. As we listened more closely to this we noticed that the workers didn’t appear to have any leverage because the bosses were colluding with one another. Marxine: The merchant class is keeping people down. We asked a little about the government of the city, just talking to people in stalls. We learned that the government is a mercantile oligarchy. It’s ruled by a Council of Guilds with a mayor that serves at the pleasure of the council. Mayors tend to stay in power for a while because the council values consistency in the governance of the city. It seemed that the people complaining were mostly gnomes and dwarves, so we got concerned about this being racial oppression as well as the class oppression, but it became clear that the workers mostly worked for people of the same race and argued with their bosses whoever they were. Marxine was a miner in a Dwarven stronghold, working for a mining company - she recognized the struggles of labor versus management, even though she’d been more at the getting the gems out of the mountains side of the process than gemcutting, jewelry making, or jewel selling. We went to find a place to have dinner just away from Facet Square in Orbi’s Round, one of the neighborhoods where the workers live. We didn’t go far before we found a bar with a lot of noise and bustle for the size of the establishment -- the Silver Loupe. Most of the furniture inside was sized for gnomes and dwarves. It turned out not to be overly crowded, but the crowd inside was festive and jovial and happy. We went in, the largely elf party getting some strange looks and a beat of silence before people went back to eating, drinking, and talking with one another as normal. It seemed as though they weren’t used to seeing non-locals in the bar any more than they were used to seeing elves. Elderron said a greeting in gnomish to the first gnome he saw. Marxine rolled her eyes. Both of them were hearing pretty normal bar conversation. Elderron approached the bartender, a gnome who was short and wiry, even by gnome standards Barkeep: Welcome to the Silver Loupe . How can I help you? Elderron: We’d like wine and food. Barkeep: There’s a table in the corner that you folks might be comfortable at. I’m Smolly. How can I help you? We ordered ale and mead and wine and meat and potatoes and veggies and cheese and bread -- each of us according to our preference. We were served a very good meal, especially for the quite modest price Smolly asked for the food. The meal was delicious and a bargain. We had found ourselves a really nice local spot. Smolly, to Marxine: Why are you in here? We don’t normally get new people. It’s been four years since we’ve had new people. Marxine: You must have a reputation and draw in new customers. Smolly: Well, okay. New people usually come in with locals though. Like they’re brought in by someone who’s a regular. We don’t just get people coming in on their own. That’s been a long time now. Marxine: I’m from a stronghold on the East side of the continent. Elderron: It seems like there’s been complaints and commotion. Maybe we can help? Smolly: The jewellers and gem-cutters are up to their old tricks. They’re colluding to keep wages down. And they have a blacklist, so workers who complain too much are getting blocked from working anywhere. Vinya: How long has this been going on? Smolly: It’s been building for a year but it’s coming to a head now as even the most skilled workers are not able to get higher wages anywhere. I hope you bought what you want today. Vinya: Do you think something is going to happen tomorrow? Smolly: Well, last time this happened, 50 years ago, the workers went on strike and got some concessions from the owners and the guilds. I don’t think the owners want to have to do that this time. Elderron: Are the workers suffering or living in squalor? Smolly: Well, they’re not selling their kids like they do sometimes in New Arvai… Elderron: Selling their kids? Smolly: Yeah. Elderron: I’m from Pelsoreen. My parents sold me three times. Smolly: In New Arvai kids get sold to the gangs. That’s how the gangs do most of their recruiting. Vinya: What do you expect to happen tomorrow? Another strike? Smolly: Yeah. Probably stores tomorrow will have hard times with staffing and staying open. People who want to shop will have to cross picket lines and the shops will have to find scabs to do the work. Depending on what happens after that, there may be other unpleasantness. Elderron: In the Chimney Shell neighborhood? Smolly: Probably there will be some shenanigans there, but mostly in the Square at the retail end. Marxine: If the retail workers can get the manufacturing workers on their side, that would give them more leverage. Smolly: They’re trying. Elderron: Where do the guildmasters live? Smolly: Blossomside. Vinya: This happens every human generation? Smolly: Yeah, about that. It just spreads -- one or two of the owners get the idea and then it spreads out. Elderron: The businesses are doing well, but the guilds don’t want to share the wealth. Smolly: No. They never do. Marxine: That’s the point of capitalism -- to grow wealth. Elderron: We’ll keep our eyes open tomorrow. Vinya: And eat this lovely dinner. The lovely dinner was followed by an almost magical strawberry cake (in the middle of winter!). After dinner the bar got quieter. Marxine went to the bar and bought a round for some of the dwarves to get a more explicit idea of the workers’ plans, but though they accepted the beers they didn’t talk about what they had in mind for the strike the next day. She gave them a power fist sign and then walked away. Vinya, to Smolly as he came to bring more drinks: Are there any elf communities in Lonoj? Smolly: There’s a little group of wood elves in Blossomside, near the greenspace in the city. Vinya: Do they also work in the jewelry trade? Smolly: Not necessarily. Marxine: Maybe they grow the strawberries. We finished eating and then went back to the Soaring Gull for the night. Vinya and Marxine contemplated going and finding trouble on our way back, and Marxine watched for people milling about or moving, but she didn’t see anything but the place emptying out. The night passed without incident. 23 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 54) The next morning we heard rumblings even in the Soaring Gull about goings on in Facet Square. The departure of several of the ships in port was being delayed because many of the people who would have been sailing out wanted to take gems and jewels with them and the shops were closed. We ate breakfast and headed to Facet Square. Many of the major entrances to the Square, especially those near the gem and jewelry stalls, were blocked by picket lines -- striking workers with signs. There were also picket lines at some of the larger jewelry shops. The signs had slogans demanding fair wages, freedom to negotiate, and an end to blacklists for qualified workers. They were in gnomish, dwarvish and common. The dwarven ones were blunt and to the point. The gnomish ones were cleverly worded calumnies. In either language, when a specific person was called out it was for not supporting fellow gnomes or fellow dwarves. They were evoking the strong community leanings of both the gnomes and the dwarves and calling out people for failing to abide by that. Elderron looked around for the union leaders and organizers as well as the city watch and what the guild leaders were doing. The city watch wasn’t interfering with the picket line or the people crossing it. They were clearly there to intervene only when things got violent. They didn’t appear to be at all inclined to harass the striking workers or kick their heads. Elama: What’s our goal? Elderron: Have we chosen a side? Marxine: <<laughs>> Vinya: I’m with Marxine. The striking workers had mostly blocked the entrances to the square near the gem shops - the other shops selling general merchandise and food were still open and doing business without crossing the picket lines. Elderron: I’d like to go to Blossomside and see the other side of things -- get a sense of what the guilds and merchants are going to do. Vinya: Yeah, see what they’re planning in response. Marxine: I’m staying here. So Marxine stayed in Facet Square while the rest of the party headed to Blossomside. We agreed to meet up at the Silver Loupe for lunch. Elderron was looking for guildsmen, members of the merchant-owner class, having conversations. Maybe a tavern to have a late second breakfast where people might be meeting. Elama and Vinya noticed a cluster of wood elf homes in a greenspace. They also noticed a lot of people in the street, some of them heading toward an upscale bar, that had a lot of noise and bustle coming out of it, though the sign on the door said that it was closed. Vinya, to Elama: Clairvoyance would let us look into the bar. Elama: It’s a great spell. But I didn’t prepare it today. Vinya looked around for an alley or side window or something where we might be able to get close and overhear something. We found an alley on the side of the building where we could stand without being totally obvious about it. And from there we could hear and see a little bit. There were a lot of people in the bar -- clearly merchants and gemcutters and jewelers -- guildmasters and shop owners and business owners and silversmiths. We heard some argument about what to do. It was clear that at that time they were not planning to give into the strikers. Vinya took a peek in through the window looking for Mr. Stonebright, our employer, but didn’t see him. We heard some talk about breaking the strike -- some people mentioned the name Armok, wondering what his thoughts were, asking what he’s doing. It was clear that his suggestions and ideas were going to carry a lot of weight. Vinya: Any idea on how to find this Armok guy? Elama: Maybe he’ll show up. Vinya; We can wait for about an hour before we’re meeting Marxine and there’s only one entrance to the bar. Let’s mill around on the street and try not to be too obvious about it. About 45 minutes later we saw a dignified looking, old, dwarf man, with an ornately braided beard and ornate robes, flanked by two much younger, similarly dressed dwarves who looked like they might be related to him. We realized as he entered the bar that none of us who were there could understand dwarvish. So Elderron cast comprehend languages and tried to listen to what was being said in the bar. Unfortunately he couldn’t hear very well. The rest of us who could hear better couldn’t understand the languages being spoken. We collectively got the sense that there was a question from Armok and agreement from the assembly. Meanwhile, back in Facet Square, Marxine was antsy and anxious because she’d done this before and it had gone poorly for her. She was milling about, keeping an eye on the guards around the picket lines, nervous they’d be doing something to attack or harm the picketing workers. As she was keeping an eye out, she saw about a dozen orcish guys with leather armor and shields barreling toward a picket line a few hundred feet away. At her top speed she was going to get there about 40 seconds after they were going to get there, which meant that they were going to have plenty of time to hurt a lot of the picketers. Some of the people on the picket line, seeing the orcs coming, changed their grip on their signs, ready to swing them in their own defense. Some of the picketers scattered. Marxine ran that way with her shield ready, prepared to come between the workers and the orcs. She was also prepared to try and rally people back to the picket lines. The orcs arrived at the picket line well before Marxine could -- she could only watch them attack the protestors. Two of the protestors were dropped hard -- it was clear to Marxine that the orcs weren’t pulling their blows. They didn’t care if they killed people. The orcs were indiscriminate in their attacks -- they hit anyone in or near the picket lines, including one of the guards, who they dropped. Much of the line, and the guard keeping an eye on it, broke and scattered. The orcs didn’t put any effort into killing the ones who were dropped but they didn’t care about avoiding lethal damage either. After breaking up the picket line, the orcs waded into the square toward some of the lines picketing specific shops. Some people were trying to help the picketers. Many were trying to get away. Marxine ran in their direction. As Marxine got close, she dropped her shield and grabbed the magical maul with both hands as she met up with the orcs in the middle of the square. She hit and dropped one of the orcs with two blows then dropped another one with a single blow. Marxine was so caught up in the fight that she was taken aback and surprised to see a tall, pale, thin human-looking man who ran into the fight at about the same time she did from the other side of the orcs. He stopped about 15 feet away from the group of orcs and dark, skeletal wings came out of his shoulders and he was surrounded by a terrifying aura. Three of the orcs looked rattled by him and attacked Marxine, but only one hit. The others turned and attacked the winged guy, and he was hit three times. Marxine didn’t have time to figure out the guy with the skeletal wings -- she just kept swinging. She hit one of them twice -- the second shot knocked his head right off. The winged guy started laying into the orcs with two-handed swings with a longsword. He dropped two of the orcs that were attacking him. As he hit them, there were little flashes of light. He was also not trying to do non-lethal damage. The two remaining orcs on Marxine hit her once between them. The winged guy was hit a few times by the several orcs on him. Marxine dropped another one with her two hits and the winged guy, who appeared to be doing shots that flashed with blackness and a bright energy (both radiant and necrotic damage at the same time), dropped two of them, one with each blow. After another couple of shots from the orcs on each of them, Marxine hit her remaining orc once but didn’t drop him. The winged guy dropped one then got a critical hit and did a paladin smite pulling down radiant energy that exploded in a big ball of energy. He then turned and looked at the one remaining orc, on Marxine, and growled something in orcish. The orc wet his pants, dropped his club and ran away. Winged guy: You fight well, tovarisch. Marxine: Thanks for the help. Winged guy: They needed stopping. There were still a few protesters around -- most of them scattered but some had not. Some of the people who had been knocked down by the orcs were getting help -- folks were helping them up. Medics were hovering over a couple of the others. Marxine, looking around: Are you helping these people? Are you staying around? Winged guy: I can stay here. You appear to have picked the correct side. Marxine: These are people trying to eat. The bosses are taking from them. Winged guy: The world could use more people fighting for them. Where are you staying? Marxine: The Soaring Gull Winged Guy: I’ll find you there later. Marxine: What’s your name? Winged Guy: Erloto. Meanwhile, the group trying to do surveillance and reconnaissance in Blossomside (and mostly failing) headed toward the Silver Loupe to meet Marxine for lunch armed only with one name, Armok, and the sense that the people in Blossomside had been in agreement with something he’d suggested. On our way back to the bar we saw a beaten up and bedraggled orc running to Blossomside, though it didn’t go to the bar we were at. Marxine and Erloto went to where the picketers and guards had been injured. Erloto went around laying hands on the injured, healing their wounds. Marxine took one of the injured people to the Silver Loupe, considering that a safe place where the person could get food, drink and tending to his wounds. Marxine noticed that no one came to take care of the orcs. We met up at the Silver Loupe. Vinya: We got a name. You got a friend. Marxine: You can tell by the blood -- some Pinkertons came to crack down on the protestors. I cracked back. We told Marxine about what we heard, about Armok, and the distinguished dwarf with the two associates.As we talked we figured that the agreement we heard was about bringing in the brute squad. Marxine: That would be a dwarf -- ending a strike with mercenaries. We all agreed that bringing in brutes like the orcs on the first day of a strike was not okay. Marxine went to talk to Smolly. Smolly: Good to see you here again. Marxine: I wish it was better circumstances. Smolly: It could have been worse -- though two innocents died. And one of the guards. Marxine: Have mercenaries been called on strikes before or is this the first time? Smolly: It’s been done before, but this is the first time it’s been this quick. And that was as violent as it’s ever been. Elerron: Who’s Armok? We saw a richly dressed dwarf… Vinya: With two younger dwarves -- maybe his sons or nephews. Smolly: That was a son and a nephew. Yeah, that’s Armok Fireruby. Marxine: There’s an aristocrat name. Smolly: He’s the head of the Jewellers’ Guild. His brother was the head of the Gemcutters’ Guild. His nephew is the head there now. His son is an up-and-comer in the Jewel Merchants’ Guild. Elama: Are we going to kill this guy? Vinya: Well, that’s not the plan. Elderron: What can be done then? Vinya: Maybe we can be guarding or helping the workers -- fighting the mercenaries. Marxine: We don’t have time for a revolution. Vinya: Maybe we can negotiate with Armok. If we could find an edge against him, leverage, to get him to back down… Elderron: So we need to find people who might have leverage…. We talked about the possibility of getting his class allies disgusted with him for being so crude. Elama: Do we have proof he hired the orcs? Elderron: He arrived and talked and got agreement. Then there were orcs. We talked about the fact that there was a human guardsman among the dead and decided to go talk to the guard. At the guardhouse, we noticed that there was a lot of busy-ness and commotion. We got in by throwing Captain Althorn’s name around. Elderron looked around to see if there were any picketers being thrown in jail and saw none. He also didn’t see any orcs. But the guards were tense at having lost one of their own. Elama: Hey, guys! Why are you so busy? Marxine, Vinya and Aldalomiel: <<facepalm> The reaction from the guard we were talking to was a three second pause. Guard: Fustercluck in Facet Square. Elama: We weren’t there. She was. <<pointing to Marxine>> Marxine: Sorry about your comrade. Guard: We want to find out why they killed him. He wasn’t a threat. Elama: Do you have any orc corpses? Guard: …. Elama: I’m a priest. I can speak to dead people. Tomorrow. Guard: Let me see if I can get you in to talk to Captain Toris. The guard went deeper into the guard house then returned a couple of minutes later with a human man with greying temples, in his mid-fifties but still pretty trim, and introduced him as Captain Konasik Toris. Captain Toris: You want one of the orc corpses. Elama: Tomorrow. We want to know who hired the orcs. Captain: We want to know that too. If we can figure out who did it, we can present a case to the mayor and the guilds. We can make sure this asshat gets punished. Marxine: Even if they have money and influence? Elderron: We’re here to help you. Captain: Our guy wasn’t there but to keep order. He didn’t sign up to fight mercenaries. He wasn’t armed or equipped for that. Elderron: So bringing in the orcs was crossing a line? Captain: Yeah. It was. If two groups are going to fight each other, they need to make sure no one is caught in between. Marxine: Only one side wanted to settle things this way. You’re not interested in the dead workers? Captain: I’m being practical. Them having killed the guard is how to get justice -- if we can figure out where in the guilds this came from. The guilds won’t care about the dead workers but they will care about a dead guard. You can get justice for them by getting justice for my guy. Marxine: Yeah. It just sucks. Captain: Yeah. Vinya: Any suggestion on where to begin? Elama: There’s this Armok guy. Captain: Armok Fireruby? Vinya: Maybe… Captain Toris then described perfectly the older, ornately-dressed dwarf we’d seen, as well as his two companions. Vinya told him the little we heard from the bar up in Blossomside. Captain: Armok has a reputation as a ruthless dwarf. Vinya: That would go with bringing in orc mercenaries on the first day of a strike. Captain: Yeah. Vinya: Where does he live? How can we find out more about him? Captain: I don’t know a lot. I do know that the Firerubies aren’t in Torm Brinnom because the other dwarfs didn’t want them there. Elama: Isn’t that where we’re escorting that guy? Vinya and Elderron: Yes. Torus gave us directions to the Fireruby estate. Vinya: I bet there are big, conspicuous ruby-looking gems on the gate columns. Elama: Is that a dwarf thing? Marxine: If you’re an naughty word. We left the Captain and headed toward the bar that the elf contingent of the party had been at in Blossomside to see if they’d opened by now. They had and it was less crowded open than it had been when it was closed earlier. Armok was not still there. Elderron, before we went in: Are we going to go in and ask a lot of questions? Vinya: I think just listen for a while. Marxine: If we talk to any of these people, I’ll go insane. Vinya: But you can listen? Marxine: Yes. So we went in. Though there are a large number of dwarves and gnomes living in Blossomside, the bar was mostly sized for humans. We went in and got beverages and some bar food. This was a very rootsy-tootsy bar, with a bard playing a harp very poorly in the corner, and the food and drinks were expensive. They were not, however, any better than the food and drinks at the Silver Loupe. The only difference was that we paid a lot more here in Blossomside. Elama and Elderron both noticed that the beverages tasted exactly like the wines they were drinking at the Silver Loupe. Exactly. They also noticed that there were no labels on the bottle. They pointed this out to the others, very quietly. Vinya: I dislike these guys even more. Elderron: So what are people paying for up here? Vinya: They’re charging what the market will bear. We then started to listen to what was going on in the bar. Aldalomiel heard a human a couple of tables away talking to his companions. Human: I can’t believe the goons Armok hired got that out of hand. I also can’t believe so many of them wound out dead. Marxine: <<suppressed cackle>> We asked the bartender if he knew who that guy was but he had no idea. We watched carefully to see if the bartender gave the guy any indication that we’d inquired, but there was no communication. Elama quietly cast thaumaturgy and created a whispering next to the guy’s ear that said, “This is your conscience. You are guilty of those deaths. Go confess your sins.” After a few seconds of that, the guy sat up straight and looked around startled. The guy he was talking to looked puzzled at his companion’s behavior, but didn’t appear to be able to hear the whispering himself. After 10 seconds of the whispering in his ear, the guy freaked out and fastwalked out of the bar. Aldalomiel put her hunters’ mark on him as he left. We ended there, planning to let him get a little bit ahead of us before we left to follow him. [/QUOTE]
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