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<blockquote data-quote="prabe" data-source="post: 8115809" data-attributes="member: 7016699"><p>Session 16: What’s Dwarvish for naughty word?</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>GM: - Everyone Else</p><p></p><p>(Note: This session was held on Discord.)</p><p></p><p></p><p>23 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 54) (immediately after)</p><p></p><p>A few minutes after the guy who had been talking about Armok walked out of the bar, we followed after him, trying to be subtle. Aldalomiel, even aided by her hunter’s mark, lost him in the crowd, but Elama spotted him at a distance down the road, so we were able to follow him without being noticed.</p><p></p><p>We were expecting him to perhaps head to the Fireruby estate, but he made his way out of Blossomside to Facet Square. He went into a two story haberdashery, Turlont’s, in a side of Facet Square that is not dedicated to gems and jewels. There were no picketers outside the store, but someone had planted a sign out front calling on them to support the strike.</p><p></p><p>We watched as he entered the building -- after a few minutes lights came on upstairs -- but we could see that the shop was still open. Vinya and Aldalomiel walked around the building looking for alleys and other exits or entrances to the building.</p><p></p><p>While they did so, Elderron, Elama, and Marxine went into the shop under the guise of Elderron looking for cufflinks to go with the fine clothes he’d bought himself when we arrived in Lonoj.</p><p></p><p>Shopkeeper, a human woman: Welcome to Turlont’s.</p><p>Elderron: Might you be Mrs. Turlont?</p><p>Shopkeeper: Yes, yes I am.</p><p>Elderron: I’d like to peruse around. I’m interested in fine things.</p><p>Mrs. Turlont: Please look around.</p><p></p><p>Elama started grabbing cool things she found in the shop and putting them on Elderron -- cravats and tie pins and cufflinks and scarves.</p><p></p><p>Marxine: Can we get a man’s opinion?</p><p>Mrs. Turlont: Certainly.</p><p></p><p>She went upstairs and then returned with the guy from the posh fern bar in Blossomside. He stepped into the room adjusting his clothes slightly -- his clothes were as nice as the very nicest stuff in the shop. He began offering cogent fashion opinions and pointing Elderron to options at a variety of price points. He also talked to Elderron a bit about what he liked and was interested in -- he wasn’t simply pointing out the most expensive items in the store or aggressively upselling but pointing to things that Elderron might like. Everyone but Marxine got the sense that he wasn’t scheming or being an oily salesman -- he genuinely wanted a happy customer. Marxine saw him as a social climber.</p><p></p><p>Turlont pointed Elderron to some cufflinks inlaid with mother of pearl owls, which Elderron bought. Elderron praised the shop and Turlont’s help in spotting the owls.</p><p></p><p>Elderron: How are you being affected by the strikes?</p><p>Turlont: Not too much really. We don’t make things here and we don’t primarily sell jewels or gems. We only have a couple of workers come in from time to time--mostly it’s me and my wife. Our supply is going to be affected eventually and foot traffic is down in the Square.</p><p></p><p>Marxine asked about the fighting earlier in the day.</p><p></p><p>Turlont: Bloodshed like that is bad. And bad for business. Especially in the shops selling finer goods.</p><p>Elderron: How uncivilized…</p><p>Turlont: The violence was unnecessary, but there are those who don’t want to pay their help... and they don’t want others to pay either.</p><p>Elderron: Were there fatalities?</p><p>Turlont: A couple of picketers were killed. What bugs me most is that a guard was killed.</p><p>Elderron: That’s dreadful! Who was involved? Were picketers and owners actually fighting in the streets?</p><p>Turlont: Some of the gem people thought they could get the strike over more quickly by hiring someone to come in and beat up the picketers.</p><p>Elderron: That’s unfortunate.</p><p>Turlont: Yeah. It’s just going to agitate the strikers and make it go longer. That’s if there aren’t repercussions from that guard being killed. Maybe that will shorten the strike.</p><p>Elderron: That’s to be hoped for.</p><p>Turlont: I don’t expect it.</p><p>Marxine: Why not? You don’t expect the guilds will face repercussions?</p><p>Elderron: What about the captain of the guard? Is he going to favor the guilds too?</p><p>Turlont: I expect Captain Toris will be displeased.</p><p>Elderron: Does he have authority to do anything?</p><p>Turlont: He may be able to make a case to the Guild Council, but he’ll have to be sure of his evidence.</p><p>Elderron: Are there rivalries in the Council or are they pretty united?</p><p>Turlont: There are some merchants and guilds where you want to be very careful around the leadership. I’ve had friends who found themselves sharply undercut to the point of not being able to sell at a profit. One I was closest to was a milliner, so not even in the gem business directly.</p><p>Elderron: Are the guilds you are talking about here the same ones being picketed?</p><p>Turlont: Yeah.</p><p>Elderron: That explains the brute squad, then.</p><p>Turlont: There’s a strange combination of self-assuredness and desperation.</p><p>Elderron: Desperation? How?</p><p>Turlont: They hired orcs. They can’t have had an expectation of finesse or subtlety.</p><p>Marxine: It says they don’t want to negotiate.</p><p>Turlont: Yeah. The message is to conform or get beaten down.</p><p>Elderron: Whoever hired these orcs is clearly not much for negotiating this strike.</p><p>Turlont: He’d be willing to negotiate if there was no danger of losing.</p><p>Elderron: I guess they thought the orcs would cause fear and he’d get leverage against the picketers.</p><p>Turlont: Or break their will. But given how well the exercise went for him, I don’t expect it to have worked.</p><p>Elderron: Fear can be a useful tool if used properly.</p><p></p><p>They thanked Turlont and prepared to leave. Marxine didn’t think it appropriate to jump on his chest so she turned back just to ask another question.</p><p></p><p>Marxine: I think I know something about the guard being killed. If you or some of the people who’ve been screwed in the past aren’t free to take action, maybe we can. We can help fix the power balance.</p><p></p><p>Turlont looked at Marxine for a second then his eyes got wide and there was a spark of recognition.</p><p></p><p>Turlont: You were one of the one who killed the Spearbreakers! I would love for the Guilds to get it through their heads that the Firerubys are greedy and bad for everyone else’s business. The dead guard may be the last straw.</p><p>Marxine: I’m hoping to help the guards get justice, so the dead picketers can get justice.</p><p>Turlont: I hear things. I do business with the Jewelers’ Guild. Other merchants don’t know how ruthless the Firerubys are. They don’t know that Armok has a son and a nephew rising in other guilds.</p><p>Marxine: Who can we talk to to connect the Spearbreakers to the Firerubys?</p><p>Turlont: I can’t help with the Spearbreakers. I have spent too much time avoiding interactions with the Firerubys.</p><p>Marxine: If any word gets back to you, let me know. And if you hear of trouble coming for you let us know. We’re staying at the Soaring Gull. We don’t want you to be a victim because you talked to us.</p><p></p><p>He did give Marxine a bit of information about the Firerubys.</p><p></p><p>Armok Fireruby is the head of the Jewellers’ Guild. They get the raw gems out of the ground and to the Gemcutters.</p><p></p><p>Artock Fireruby, his nephew, is the head of the Gemcutters’ Guild.</p><p></p><p>Kurkul Fireruby, his son, is up-and-coming in the Gem Merchants’ Guild.</p><p></p><p>Marxine, Elama, and Elderron left and met up with Vinya and Aldalomiel outside. Marxine told us that she was meeting with someone who’d fought alongside her at the Soaring Gull. So we decided to forgo the delicious dinner we knew we’d get from Smolly at the Silver Loupe and went for dinner at the Soaring Gull instead.</p><p></p><p>At the Soaring Gull, we ran into our employer, Ullard Stonebright, who was looking pretty discombobulated.</p><p></p><p>Elama: Hi, Mr. Stonebright. What’s wrong?</p><p>Stonebright: There’s a lot of tension and upset around. I’m sure you’ve noticed. I’m having a bit of a hard time finding anyone who wants to sail toward Torm Brinnom.</p><p>Elama: All the hubbub in town has to do with the jewelers. I don’t know that it would stop people wanting to leave the city. We’ve been looking into it and hearing the name...Fire...help me out…</p><p>Vinya and Marxine: Fireruby.</p><p>Stonebright: They didn’t get far. I’m not surprised you’re hearing their name.</p><p>Elderron: Why?</p><p>Stonebright: They were notoriously ruthless and greedy. The other clans in Torm Brinnom kicked them out.</p><p>Marxine: Does hiring orcs also sound like them?</p><p>Stonebright: Uh...possibly?</p><p>Elama: Don’t dwarves hate orcs?</p><p>Marxine: I have more of a grudge against Firerubys.</p><p>Stonebright: It’s not universal. Some strongholds have had real problems with orcs since the Severance. Others haven’t. Since the Severance, the orcs are no longer so driven to violence by their gods. Some have changed, some haven’t. That’s the real variation, I think, not the dwarves.</p><p>Marxine: The Firerubys hired orcs to break the strike.</p><p>Elderron: What do you think of that?</p><p>Stonebright: I think that won’t end well.</p><p>Elderron: Do you know them?</p><p>Stonebright: They were kicked out before I came of age. But the interactions I had even with the children of the family were unpleasant. They’re the sort that give all dwarf merchants a bad name.</p><p>Elderron: Did he give Torm Brinnom a bad name?</p><p>Stonebright: I was young and that was all happening among the elders. But even the kids were unpleasant.</p><p>Elderron: Do you remember names?</p><p>Stonebright: <<thinks for several moments>> Ar...Artok maybe. I remember him being a self-important bully.</p><p></p><p>We made a bit more small-talk then Stonebright headed up to his room and we stayed in the tavern for dinner.</p><p></p><p>Vinya went to talk to the bartender, since they always know about things in their cities.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: Are there resident orcs in town?</p><p>Bartender: There’s a band of orc mercenaries for hire, the Spearbreakers. They do most of their work out of town, guarding caravans or ships on the river.</p><p>Vinya: How do we get in touch with them?</p><p>Bartender: They’re in Ash Hill.</p><p></p><p>He gave us directions into the right part of Ash Hill then suggested that from there we could ask someone for directions. Vinya thanked him and went back to our table.</p><p></p><p>After dinner, a very tall, slender, exceedingly pale man came in and greeted Marxine. He looked like an albino with white skin, pale hair, and very pale blue eyes.</p><p></p><p>Pale man: Greetings, tovarisch. I am Erloto Oddrnov. That was brave. It is not everyone who will stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves.</p><p>Marxine: I HAD to.</p><p>Vinya: You have to help people.</p><p>Erloto, still looking at Marxine: It’s good to have allies.</p><p></p><p>Marxine introduced us.</p><p></p><p>Elderron recognized him as a fallen aasimar -- a person of celestial heritage who has been touched by darkness or turned to evil. He couldn’t understand how it worked that Erloto was helping people.</p><p></p><p>Elderron: Erloto, tell us about yourself.</p><p></p><p>He told us that he’s from Kotima -- several months travel by boat away from here. It’s also called the Broken Continent. Kotima has families of aasimar diplomats and envoys. He noticed Elderron’s wariness and said that he had fallen from the grace of his Planetar guide and the Celestial hierarchy by refusing their pressure to do good only by taking a very broad view. He preferred to help the needy and oppressed right in front of him.</p><p></p><p>Erloto handed Marxine a sheaf of papers -- handwritten notes about justice and helping the downtrodden. Everything she needed to become a paladin and take the Oath of Liberation, if she so chose.</p><p></p><p>Elama: Do you understand things about Celestial and otherworldly stuff?</p><p>Erloto: Some….</p><p>Elama: Can you take a look at my book?</p><p></p><p>She pulled out her book that wouldn’t retain any mark and showed it to him. He looked at it, flipping through the pages, looking at some of them very closely.</p><p></p><p>Erloto: Maybe it’s already full.</p><p>Elama: But it’s empty.</p><p>Marxine: What do you think we should do for this town next?</p><p></p><p>Erloto talked to us for a bit to get a sense of the information we’d gathered.</p><p></p><p>Erloto: I think maybe if you can get pressure onto the other members of the guilds they are trying to lead that could cut them off from their political power. If you can convince those three guilds to stand up to them, that would put a lot of pressure on them.</p><p>Elderron: Pressure in what way? What do you think about propaganda?</p><p>Erloto: It might work.</p><p>Marxine: And pointing out they killed a guard…</p><p>Erloto: If you can find clear evidence linking them to the death of a guard it could cut their legs out from under them.</p><p>Elderron: Where can we find these Spearbreakers?</p><p>Erloto: They’re in Ash Hill. Be careful, the Firerubys are not very nice and if you press them they may become desperate.</p><p>Vinya: It seemed like Armok Fireruby got agreement about bringing in the Spearbreakers from the other owners and guildsmen.</p><p>Erloto: Did he get consensus or just present them with a fait accompli?</p><p>Vinya: Good point.</p><p></p><p>Erloto left shortly after that, Vinya walked with him for a bit and they talked. Then he left the inn and we retired to bed. The night passed without incident.</p><p></p><p></p><p>24 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 55)</p><p></p><p>Our first step in the morning was to go to the guardhouse to talk to Captain Toris and to talk to one of the dead orcs.</p><p></p><p>We got there and found the captain looking haggard.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: What’s up, Captain? Is everything okay?</p><p>Captain Toris: Things aren’t worse.</p><p>Marxine: We have some information -- do you know anything about the Firerubys’ past?</p><p>Captain: Your people operate on a different timescale than mine. (Reminder: Captain Toris is a human.)</p><p>Marxine: They were ousted from their stronghold for the things they’re doing now -- ruthlessly trying to manipulate the market in their favor, driving people out of business. That sort of thing.</p><p>Captain: Interesting.</p><p>Marxine: It’s kind of their MO.</p><p></p><p>We asked to see the corpse of one of the orcs then and he took us to where they’d kept the corpses.</p><p></p><p>Elama started to put candles around the corpse, as part of casting speak with dead.</p><p></p><p>Elderron: Can anyone speak orcish?</p><p></p><p>He cast comprehend languages to solve that problem. Elama suggested to Marxine that she not be in the room, because the orc would know if an enemy was present and might refuse to answer, or to answer truthfully. Marxine reluctantly agreed to stand just outside the door, monitoring the proceedings from just out of site. Captain Toris, however, stayed in the room with us as an official witness of the proceedings.</p><p></p><p>Elama went back to setting out candles and cast the spell. We had five questions.</p><p></p><p>Elama: Who hired you to fight the picketers?</p><p>Corpse: The dwarves.</p><p>Elama: What was the name of the dwarf who hired you?</p><p>Corpse: Aaarrrmooooochhh</p><p>Elama, after consulting with the party: What was the entirety of your contract?</p><p>Corpse: We was told to hurt as many protestors as possible as badly as we could.</p><p>Elama, after another consultation: Who negotiated the deal within the Spearbreakers?</p><p>Corpse: Kronsk</p><p>Elama: How do we get in touch with Kronsk?</p><p>Corpse: Go to the Spearbreakers and talk to Kronsk.</p><p>Vinya: That’s straightforward.</p><p></p><p>After the ritual was over, we left the room and talked to the Captain about how he’s feeling about things now.</p><p></p><p>Captain: I don't know what to make of that Dwarven name. This was the third goon from the left so he may have just repeated what he heard from other Spearbreakers.</p><p>Vinya: It sounded like Armok to me.</p><p>Captain: I wish it had been more clear.</p><p>Marxine: Our next step is to go talk to this Kronsk guy. He may not want to talk to us if he’s going to be dragged into court for killing a guard.</p><p>Captain: It’s probably going to depend on what he tells us. If the contract didn’t say anything about the guard -- whether hurting them or avoiding doing so -- it may not land as badly on the Spearbreakers as on the Firerubys. But let’s see what he says.</p><p>Marxine: I’m going to keep that in my pocket for when we talk to him.</p><p></p><p>We headed off to Ash Hill to find the Spearbreakers. Ash Hill is a run down neighborhood, there was more poverty and hardship than we’d seen anywhere else in the city.</p><p></p><p>As we walked we decided that our best bet for getting in to talk to Kronsk would be to say that we wanted to hire the Spearbreakers for a job.</p><p></p><p>We followed the bartender’s directions as far as they took us then stopped a roughed up looking goliath with a limp and Vinya asked where we could find the Spearbreakers to hire them. He looked at us for a moment, then looked around and pointed in the direction of the city wall.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: Are they outside the wall or up against it?</p><p>Goliath: No. Just that way.</p><p></p><p>A couple of minutes later we found a seedy looking house with a fence around it. Over the gate were a pair of crossed spears that had been fractured but not entirely broken.</p><p></p><p>Elderron cast comprehend languages quickly, then Elama stepped forward to knock on the door. Marxine</p><p>stayed at the back of the party.</p><p></p><p>After a bit there was a voice from inside the gate.</p><p></p><p>Orc: What you want, elf?</p><p>Elama: Hi! We want to talk to Kronsk.</p><p>Orc: Why would Kronsk want talk to you?</p><p>Elama: We want to talk about what happened in the Square.</p><p>Marxine, pushing forward: We want to talk about a job!</p><p>Elderron: Do you want gold?</p><p>Orc: The Square? Why you want talk about Square?</p><p>Elama: We want to know who was responsible so they can be arrested.</p><p>Marxine: NO!</p><p>Vinya: Who hired you? We want for that person to be arrested!</p><p>Orc: You wait.</p><p></p><p>After five minutes of waiting and four minutes of Marxine being sure we’d bungled it, the orc came back.</p><p></p><p>Orc: You want talk Kronsk, when door open you step in. Close door. Put your weapons on ground. You in robes, put wand, staff on ground. When other door opens, step through. Leave stuff on ground.</p><p></p><p>We nodded. Shortly after that, the door opened in front of us. We followed the instructions -- we stepped inside and saw a single orc standing, unarmed and unarmored, by the inner door. We also saw a lot of murder slits around the side and inner walls. Everyone in the party set their weapons down. When we’d done so, the orc opened the door and pointed to the inside. We went where we were pointed and stepped out into a large courtyard. The door closed behind us.</p><p></p><p>A large and burly orc was walking toward us, with two more orcs behind him. He had a great axe over his shoulder, as did the other two orcs escorting him. He stopped about 15 feet away.</p><p></p><p>Kronsk: I am Kronsk. Who are you? [he turned to Marxine] You let one run away.</p><p>Marxine: I had things to attend to. I am Marxine Deepfoot, Miner and Warrior.</p><p></p><p>We introduced ourselves.</p><p></p><p>Marxine: Things are whacky in town. You’ve noticed, I’m sure.</p><p>Kronsk: Things are muddled.</p><p>Marxine: We’re not here to fight. We want to settle the town down. We want to get to the people who are the root of the problems.</p><p>Kronsk: We were hired by Armok Fireruby to hurt as many of the picketers as we could as badly as we could.</p><p>Elama: Did the contract say anything about the guard?</p><p>Kronsk: We were told to commit the most mayhem possible. We were not told not to harm any person, group or place. Precision isn’t our strength.</p><p>Elderron: You were just following orders.</p><p>Kronsk: Doing what we were paid to do.</p><p>Elderron: What was the form of payment?</p><p>Kronsk: Gold.</p><p>Vinya: I suppose it’s too much to hope that anything was written down.</p><p>Kronsk: We shook hands.</p><p>Vinya: Would you be willing to tell this to Captain Toris?</p><p></p><p>Kronsk looked at Marxine.</p><p></p><p>Marxine: We’re not after you. We’re after the guys who set you on that mission, because they set you up.</p><p>Kronsk: It is much easier when we’re just protecting a boat or caravan.</p><p>Marxine: You’re not happy about what you did either…</p><p>Kronsk: Fighting is what we do. But feh.</p><p>Marxine: I’ll be on your side. Vouching for you.</p><p>Kronsk: Wait one.</p><p></p><p>He went back into the building on the other side of the courtyard. He came out a few minutes later with two more orcs.</p><p></p><p>Kronsk: Let’s go talk to the Captain.</p><p>Marxine: Yeah!!</p><p></p><p>We retrieved our weapons and we all walked together through the city to the guard house in Thivvel.</p><p></p><p>Vinya talked to him about the Spearbreakers and the work they do as we walked through the city. They mostly work guarding ships and caravans -- mostly between here and Torm Brinnom or between here and New Arvai. Kronsk’s grandfather was the first of the tribe to move into Lonoj, though they’d been doing the work for a long time before that.</p><p></p><p>We got to the guardhouse in Thivvel -- we decided to go around Blossomside rather than risking alerting the Firerubies to what was going on by walking through the wealthy neighborhood with the Spearbreakers.</p><p></p><p>Captain Toris greeted us outside the guardhouse, having seen us coming. Vinya asked Kronsk to tell the Captain what he’d told us. He did so.</p><p></p><p>When he was done, Captain Toris sighed and asked if Kronsk would mind coming in and telling that story one more time, so that he could have someone write it down. Kronsk agreed to do that.</p><p></p><p>Marxine: Can I have a copy of that testimony?</p><p>Captain: I can arrange that. It will take a little time though.</p><p></p><p>We left Kronsk with the Captain and headed toward Chimney Shell to see if we could find an older dwarf who might remember the Firerubys. On the way we decided to stop by Turlont’s shop to see if he could recommend any blacksmiths. He said no. So we proceeded on to Chimney shell.</p><p></p><p>Marxine asked around for the master blacksmith, THE guy. We were pointed to the shop of a dwarf who had been smithing in Lonoj for 150 years and in Torm Brinnom for some number of years before that. One of the people we asked told us that if he was willing to say that he’d taught you, which he wasn’t always, it was definitely a good mark on your skills. This was definitely the right guy for us. His name was Gimarul Hammerhammer.</p><p></p><p>Vinya: A true blacksmith’s name.</p><p></p><p>It was not hard to find Hammerhammer’s forge -- it had two hammers over the door. We found a very burly, ripped looking dwarf with not much hair and a very trim beard.</p><p></p><p>Hammerhammer, to Marxine: What are you doing bringing elves to my shop, girl?</p><p>Marxine: They just started following me.</p><p>Vinya: Or something like that.</p><p></p><p>Marxine introduced herself and they shook hands. Hammerhammer’s grip was strong but not brutal. Marxine shook her hand out.</p><p></p><p>Hammerhammer: Ah, I didn’t break anything.</p><p></p><p>Marxine put down her shield, taken from a dead gnoll, and told him that she wanted an upgrade. He recognized it.</p><p></p><p>Hammerhammer: Why are you carrying that piece of shite?</p><p>Marxine: I took it from one I killed and haven’t had a chance to get something better.</p><p></p><p>Marxine: I hear you learned our craft in a stronghold. So you know your naughty word.</p><p>Hammerhammer: Lots of people learn in strongholds.</p><p>Marxine: But not out here.</p><p>Hammerhammer: Sometimes people do things for reasons that work out for them.</p><p>Vinya: So you’re making better money out here?</p><p>Hammerhammer: I thought I would.</p><p>Elderron: What’s holding you back?</p><p>Hammerhammer: In the stronghold, there were whole clans of people who have been smithing for 200 years. Here it’s just me.</p><p>Marxine: Clans from Torm Brinnom don’t get out much?</p><p>Hammerhammer: You know how dwarves are. It’s a matter of comfort. Some people don’t fit in.</p><p></p><p>After a bit of talking, Marxine asked about the Firerubys.</p><p></p><p>Hammerhammer: I thought you might be asking about them. What do you want to know?</p><p>Marxine: We know their behavior here is part of a pattern. What started it?</p><p>Hammerhammer: It started with greed. There is little they won’t do if they think it will make them richer. There were rumors they had arranged deaths of other dwarves. By the time I left no one would go on a mining expedition or a trade caravan with them -- it was not uncommon for them to return and their partners to be lost.</p><p>Vinya: Didn’t someone tell us that the former head of the Gemcutter’s Guild died -- and now Armok’s nephew Artock is the head of it?</p><p>Hammerhammer: I don’t follow Guild politics. At least not in other guilds.</p><p>Vinya: Do you have anything for someone like me?</p><p>Hammerhammer: I mostly make armor. Which won’t be useful for you. [turned to Marxine] But I can’t let a dwarf leave with that piece of naughty word.</p><p></p><p>He handed her a shield with two hammers painted on it.</p><p></p><p>Hammerhammer: Take this. I insist.</p><p></p><p>Then he picked up her gnoll shield and bent it double over his knee. Marxine asked to pay and he refused to let her. They bickered over that for a bit.</p><p></p><p>Elama then pulled out the bulette hide she’d collected off the bulette we killed. Hammerhammer was very interested in that and thought he could make something good for her with it, but it would take time and the services of a master tanner as well.</p><p></p><p>Elama: We’ll be coming back through Lonoj after we take Mr. Stonebright to Torm Brinnom. We can pick it up then.</p><p></p><p>(He’ll sell one shield to Elama for 250 gp and have three others to sell for 500 gp.)</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="prabe, post: 8115809, member: 7016699"] Session 16: What’s Dwarvish for naughty word? 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.) 23 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 54) (immediately after) A few minutes after the guy who had been talking about Armok walked out of the bar, we followed after him, trying to be subtle. Aldalomiel, even aided by her hunter’s mark, lost him in the crowd, but Elama spotted him at a distance down the road, so we were able to follow him without being noticed. We were expecting him to perhaps head to the Fireruby estate, but he made his way out of Blossomside to Facet Square. He went into a two story haberdashery, Turlont’s, in a side of Facet Square that is not dedicated to gems and jewels. There were no picketers outside the store, but someone had planted a sign out front calling on them to support the strike. We watched as he entered the building -- after a few minutes lights came on upstairs -- but we could see that the shop was still open. Vinya and Aldalomiel walked around the building looking for alleys and other exits or entrances to the building. While they did so, Elderron, Elama, and Marxine went into the shop under the guise of Elderron looking for cufflinks to go with the fine clothes he’d bought himself when we arrived in Lonoj. Shopkeeper, a human woman: Welcome to Turlont’s. Elderron: Might you be Mrs. Turlont? Shopkeeper: Yes, yes I am. Elderron: I’d like to peruse around. I’m interested in fine things. Mrs. Turlont: Please look around. Elama started grabbing cool things she found in the shop and putting them on Elderron -- cravats and tie pins and cufflinks and scarves. Marxine: Can we get a man’s opinion? Mrs. Turlont: Certainly. She went upstairs and then returned with the guy from the posh fern bar in Blossomside. He stepped into the room adjusting his clothes slightly -- his clothes were as nice as the very nicest stuff in the shop. He began offering cogent fashion opinions and pointing Elderron to options at a variety of price points. He also talked to Elderron a bit about what he liked and was interested in -- he wasn’t simply pointing out the most expensive items in the store or aggressively upselling but pointing to things that Elderron might like. Everyone but Marxine got the sense that he wasn’t scheming or being an oily salesman -- he genuinely wanted a happy customer. Marxine saw him as a social climber. Turlont pointed Elderron to some cufflinks inlaid with mother of pearl owls, which Elderron bought. Elderron praised the shop and Turlont’s help in spotting the owls. Elderron: How are you being affected by the strikes? Turlont: Not too much really. We don’t make things here and we don’t primarily sell jewels or gems. We only have a couple of workers come in from time to time--mostly it’s me and my wife. Our supply is going to be affected eventually and foot traffic is down in the Square. Marxine asked about the fighting earlier in the day. Turlont: Bloodshed like that is bad. And bad for business. Especially in the shops selling finer goods. Elderron: How uncivilized… Turlont: The violence was unnecessary, but there are those who don’t want to pay their help... and they don’t want others to pay either. Elderron: Were there fatalities? Turlont: A couple of picketers were killed. What bugs me most is that a guard was killed. Elderron: That’s dreadful! Who was involved? Were picketers and owners actually fighting in the streets? Turlont: Some of the gem people thought they could get the strike over more quickly by hiring someone to come in and beat up the picketers. Elderron: That’s unfortunate. Turlont: Yeah. It’s just going to agitate the strikers and make it go longer. That’s if there aren’t repercussions from that guard being killed. Maybe that will shorten the strike. Elderron: That’s to be hoped for. Turlont: I don’t expect it. Marxine: Why not? You don’t expect the guilds will face repercussions? Elderron: What about the captain of the guard? Is he going to favor the guilds too? Turlont: I expect Captain Toris will be displeased. Elderron: Does he have authority to do anything? Turlont: He may be able to make a case to the Guild Council, but he’ll have to be sure of his evidence. Elderron: Are there rivalries in the Council or are they pretty united? Turlont: There are some merchants and guilds where you want to be very careful around the leadership. I’ve had friends who found themselves sharply undercut to the point of not being able to sell at a profit. One I was closest to was a milliner, so not even in the gem business directly. Elderron: Are the guilds you are talking about here the same ones being picketed? Turlont: Yeah. Elderron: That explains the brute squad, then. Turlont: There’s a strange combination of self-assuredness and desperation. Elderron: Desperation? How? Turlont: They hired orcs. They can’t have had an expectation of finesse or subtlety. Marxine: It says they don’t want to negotiate. Turlont: Yeah. The message is to conform or get beaten down. Elderron: Whoever hired these orcs is clearly not much for negotiating this strike. Turlont: He’d be willing to negotiate if there was no danger of losing. Elderron: I guess they thought the orcs would cause fear and he’d get leverage against the picketers. Turlont: Or break their will. But given how well the exercise went for him, I don’t expect it to have worked. Elderron: Fear can be a useful tool if used properly. They thanked Turlont and prepared to leave. Marxine didn’t think it appropriate to jump on his chest so she turned back just to ask another question. Marxine: I think I know something about the guard being killed. If you or some of the people who’ve been screwed in the past aren’t free to take action, maybe we can. We can help fix the power balance. Turlont looked at Marxine for a second then his eyes got wide and there was a spark of recognition. Turlont: You were one of the one who killed the Spearbreakers! I would love for the Guilds to get it through their heads that the Firerubys are greedy and bad for everyone else’s business. The dead guard may be the last straw. Marxine: I’m hoping to help the guards get justice, so the dead picketers can get justice. Turlont: I hear things. I do business with the Jewelers’ Guild. Other merchants don’t know how ruthless the Firerubys are. They don’t know that Armok has a son and a nephew rising in other guilds. Marxine: Who can we talk to to connect the Spearbreakers to the Firerubys? Turlont: I can’t help with the Spearbreakers. I have spent too much time avoiding interactions with the Firerubys. Marxine: If any word gets back to you, let me know. And if you hear of trouble coming for you let us know. We’re staying at the Soaring Gull. We don’t want you to be a victim because you talked to us. He did give Marxine a bit of information about the Firerubys. Armok Fireruby is the head of the Jewellers’ Guild. They get the raw gems out of the ground and to the Gemcutters. Artock Fireruby, his nephew, is the head of the Gemcutters’ Guild. Kurkul Fireruby, his son, is up-and-coming in the Gem Merchants’ Guild. Marxine, Elama, and Elderron left and met up with Vinya and Aldalomiel outside. Marxine told us that she was meeting with someone who’d fought alongside her at the Soaring Gull. So we decided to forgo the delicious dinner we knew we’d get from Smolly at the Silver Loupe and went for dinner at the Soaring Gull instead. At the Soaring Gull, we ran into our employer, Ullard Stonebright, who was looking pretty discombobulated. Elama: Hi, Mr. Stonebright. What’s wrong? Stonebright: There’s a lot of tension and upset around. I’m sure you’ve noticed. I’m having a bit of a hard time finding anyone who wants to sail toward Torm Brinnom. Elama: All the hubbub in town has to do with the jewelers. I don’t know that it would stop people wanting to leave the city. We’ve been looking into it and hearing the name...Fire...help me out… Vinya and Marxine: Fireruby. Stonebright: They didn’t get far. I’m not surprised you’re hearing their name. Elderron: Why? Stonebright: They were notoriously ruthless and greedy. The other clans in Torm Brinnom kicked them out. Marxine: Does hiring orcs also sound like them? Stonebright: Uh...possibly? Elama: Don’t dwarves hate orcs? Marxine: I have more of a grudge against Firerubys. Stonebright: It’s not universal. Some strongholds have had real problems with orcs since the Severance. Others haven’t. Since the Severance, the orcs are no longer so driven to violence by their gods. Some have changed, some haven’t. That’s the real variation, I think, not the dwarves. Marxine: The Firerubys hired orcs to break the strike. Elderron: What do you think of that? Stonebright: I think that won’t end well. Elderron: Do you know them? Stonebright: They were kicked out before I came of age. But the interactions I had even with the children of the family were unpleasant. They’re the sort that give all dwarf merchants a bad name. Elderron: Did he give Torm Brinnom a bad name? Stonebright: I was young and that was all happening among the elders. But even the kids were unpleasant. Elderron: Do you remember names? Stonebright: <<thinks for several moments>> Ar...Artok maybe. I remember him being a self-important bully. We made a bit more small-talk then Stonebright headed up to his room and we stayed in the tavern for dinner. Vinya went to talk to the bartender, since they always know about things in their cities. Vinya: Are there resident orcs in town? Bartender: There’s a band of orc mercenaries for hire, the Spearbreakers. They do most of their work out of town, guarding caravans or ships on the river. Vinya: How do we get in touch with them? Bartender: They’re in Ash Hill. He gave us directions into the right part of Ash Hill then suggested that from there we could ask someone for directions. Vinya thanked him and went back to our table. After dinner, a very tall, slender, exceedingly pale man came in and greeted Marxine. He looked like an albino with white skin, pale hair, and very pale blue eyes. Pale man: Greetings, tovarisch. I am Erloto Oddrnov. That was brave. It is not everyone who will stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves. Marxine: I HAD to. Vinya: You have to help people. Erloto, still looking at Marxine: It’s good to have allies. Marxine introduced us. Elderron recognized him as a fallen aasimar -- a person of celestial heritage who has been touched by darkness or turned to evil. He couldn’t understand how it worked that Erloto was helping people. Elderron: Erloto, tell us about yourself. He told us that he’s from Kotima -- several months travel by boat away from here. It’s also called the Broken Continent. Kotima has families of aasimar diplomats and envoys. He noticed Elderron’s wariness and said that he had fallen from the grace of his Planetar guide and the Celestial hierarchy by refusing their pressure to do good only by taking a very broad view. He preferred to help the needy and oppressed right in front of him. Erloto handed Marxine a sheaf of papers -- handwritten notes about justice and helping the downtrodden. Everything she needed to become a paladin and take the Oath of Liberation, if she so chose. Elama: Do you understand things about Celestial and otherworldly stuff? Erloto: Some…. Elama: Can you take a look at my book? She pulled out her book that wouldn’t retain any mark and showed it to him. He looked at it, flipping through the pages, looking at some of them very closely. Erloto: Maybe it’s already full. Elama: But it’s empty. Marxine: What do you think we should do for this town next? Erloto talked to us for a bit to get a sense of the information we’d gathered. Erloto: I think maybe if you can get pressure onto the other members of the guilds they are trying to lead that could cut them off from their political power. If you can convince those three guilds to stand up to them, that would put a lot of pressure on them. Elderron: Pressure in what way? What do you think about propaganda? Erloto: It might work. Marxine: And pointing out they killed a guard… Erloto: If you can find clear evidence linking them to the death of a guard it could cut their legs out from under them. Elderron: Where can we find these Spearbreakers? Erloto: They’re in Ash Hill. Be careful, the Firerubys are not very nice and if you press them they may become desperate. Vinya: It seemed like Armok Fireruby got agreement about bringing in the Spearbreakers from the other owners and guildsmen. Erloto: Did he get consensus or just present them with a fait accompli? Vinya: Good point. Erloto left shortly after that, Vinya walked with him for a bit and they talked. Then he left the inn and we retired to bed. The night passed without incident. 24 Blizzarin 749 (Campaign day 55) Our first step in the morning was to go to the guardhouse to talk to Captain Toris and to talk to one of the dead orcs. We got there and found the captain looking haggard. Vinya: What’s up, Captain? Is everything okay? Captain Toris: Things aren’t worse. Marxine: We have some information -- do you know anything about the Firerubys’ past? Captain: Your people operate on a different timescale than mine. (Reminder: Captain Toris is a human.) Marxine: They were ousted from their stronghold for the things they’re doing now -- ruthlessly trying to manipulate the market in their favor, driving people out of business. That sort of thing. Captain: Interesting. Marxine: It’s kind of their MO. We asked to see the corpse of one of the orcs then and he took us to where they’d kept the corpses. Elama started to put candles around the corpse, as part of casting speak with dead. Elderron: Can anyone speak orcish? He cast comprehend languages to solve that problem. Elama suggested to Marxine that she not be in the room, because the orc would know if an enemy was present and might refuse to answer, or to answer truthfully. Marxine reluctantly agreed to stand just outside the door, monitoring the proceedings from just out of site. Captain Toris, however, stayed in the room with us as an official witness of the proceedings. Elama went back to setting out candles and cast the spell. We had five questions. Elama: Who hired you to fight the picketers? Corpse: The dwarves. Elama: What was the name of the dwarf who hired you? Corpse: Aaarrrmooooochhh Elama, after consulting with the party: What was the entirety of your contract? Corpse: We was told to hurt as many protestors as possible as badly as we could. Elama, after another consultation: Who negotiated the deal within the Spearbreakers? Corpse: Kronsk Elama: How do we get in touch with Kronsk? Corpse: Go to the Spearbreakers and talk to Kronsk. Vinya: That’s straightforward. After the ritual was over, we left the room and talked to the Captain about how he’s feeling about things now. Captain: I don't know what to make of that Dwarven name. This was the third goon from the left so he may have just repeated what he heard from other Spearbreakers. Vinya: It sounded like Armok to me. Captain: I wish it had been more clear. Marxine: Our next step is to go talk to this Kronsk guy. He may not want to talk to us if he’s going to be dragged into court for killing a guard. Captain: It’s probably going to depend on what he tells us. If the contract didn’t say anything about the guard -- whether hurting them or avoiding doing so -- it may not land as badly on the Spearbreakers as on the Firerubys. But let’s see what he says. Marxine: I’m going to keep that in my pocket for when we talk to him. We headed off to Ash Hill to find the Spearbreakers. Ash Hill is a run down neighborhood, there was more poverty and hardship than we’d seen anywhere else in the city. As we walked we decided that our best bet for getting in to talk to Kronsk would be to say that we wanted to hire the Spearbreakers for a job. We followed the bartender’s directions as far as they took us then stopped a roughed up looking goliath with a limp and Vinya asked where we could find the Spearbreakers to hire them. He looked at us for a moment, then looked around and pointed in the direction of the city wall. Vinya: Are they outside the wall or up against it? Goliath: No. Just that way. A couple of minutes later we found a seedy looking house with a fence around it. Over the gate were a pair of crossed spears that had been fractured but not entirely broken. Elderron cast comprehend languages quickly, then Elama stepped forward to knock on the door. Marxine stayed at the back of the party. After a bit there was a voice from inside the gate. Orc: What you want, elf? Elama: Hi! We want to talk to Kronsk. Orc: Why would Kronsk want talk to you? Elama: We want to talk about what happened in the Square. Marxine, pushing forward: We want to talk about a job! Elderron: Do you want gold? Orc: The Square? Why you want talk about Square? Elama: We want to know who was responsible so they can be arrested. Marxine: NO! Vinya: Who hired you? We want for that person to be arrested! Orc: You wait. After five minutes of waiting and four minutes of Marxine being sure we’d bungled it, the orc came back. Orc: You want talk Kronsk, when door open you step in. Close door. Put your weapons on ground. You in robes, put wand, staff on ground. When other door opens, step through. Leave stuff on ground. We nodded. Shortly after that, the door opened in front of us. We followed the instructions -- we stepped inside and saw a single orc standing, unarmed and unarmored, by the inner door. We also saw a lot of murder slits around the side and inner walls. Everyone in the party set their weapons down. When we’d done so, the orc opened the door and pointed to the inside. We went where we were pointed and stepped out into a large courtyard. The door closed behind us. A large and burly orc was walking toward us, with two more orcs behind him. He had a great axe over his shoulder, as did the other two orcs escorting him. He stopped about 15 feet away. Kronsk: I am Kronsk. Who are you? [he turned to Marxine] You let one run away. Marxine: I had things to attend to. I am Marxine Deepfoot, Miner and Warrior. We introduced ourselves. Marxine: Things are whacky in town. You’ve noticed, I’m sure. Kronsk: Things are muddled. Marxine: We’re not here to fight. We want to settle the town down. We want to get to the people who are the root of the problems. Kronsk: We were hired by Armok Fireruby to hurt as many of the picketers as we could as badly as we could. Elama: Did the contract say anything about the guard? Kronsk: We were told to commit the most mayhem possible. We were not told not to harm any person, group or place. Precision isn’t our strength. Elderron: You were just following orders. Kronsk: Doing what we were paid to do. Elderron: What was the form of payment? Kronsk: Gold. Vinya: I suppose it’s too much to hope that anything was written down. Kronsk: We shook hands. Vinya: Would you be willing to tell this to Captain Toris? Kronsk looked at Marxine. Marxine: We’re not after you. We’re after the guys who set you on that mission, because they set you up. Kronsk: It is much easier when we’re just protecting a boat or caravan. Marxine: You’re not happy about what you did either… Kronsk: Fighting is what we do. But feh. Marxine: I’ll be on your side. Vouching for you. Kronsk: Wait one. He went back into the building on the other side of the courtyard. He came out a few minutes later with two more orcs. Kronsk: Let’s go talk to the Captain. Marxine: Yeah!! We retrieved our weapons and we all walked together through the city to the guard house in Thivvel. Vinya talked to him about the Spearbreakers and the work they do as we walked through the city. They mostly work guarding ships and caravans -- mostly between here and Torm Brinnom or between here and New Arvai. Kronsk’s grandfather was the first of the tribe to move into Lonoj, though they’d been doing the work for a long time before that. We got to the guardhouse in Thivvel -- we decided to go around Blossomside rather than risking alerting the Firerubies to what was going on by walking through the wealthy neighborhood with the Spearbreakers. Captain Toris greeted us outside the guardhouse, having seen us coming. Vinya asked Kronsk to tell the Captain what he’d told us. He did so. When he was done, Captain Toris sighed and asked if Kronsk would mind coming in and telling that story one more time, so that he could have someone write it down. Kronsk agreed to do that. Marxine: Can I have a copy of that testimony? Captain: I can arrange that. It will take a little time though. We left Kronsk with the Captain and headed toward Chimney Shell to see if we could find an older dwarf who might remember the Firerubys. On the way we decided to stop by Turlont’s shop to see if he could recommend any blacksmiths. He said no. So we proceeded on to Chimney shell. Marxine asked around for the master blacksmith, THE guy. We were pointed to the shop of a dwarf who had been smithing in Lonoj for 150 years and in Torm Brinnom for some number of years before that. One of the people we asked told us that if he was willing to say that he’d taught you, which he wasn’t always, it was definitely a good mark on your skills. This was definitely the right guy for us. His name was Gimarul Hammerhammer. Vinya: A true blacksmith’s name. It was not hard to find Hammerhammer’s forge -- it had two hammers over the door. We found a very burly, ripped looking dwarf with not much hair and a very trim beard. Hammerhammer, to Marxine: What are you doing bringing elves to my shop, girl? Marxine: They just started following me. Vinya: Or something like that. Marxine introduced herself and they shook hands. Hammerhammer’s grip was strong but not brutal. Marxine shook her hand out. Hammerhammer: Ah, I didn’t break anything. Marxine put down her shield, taken from a dead gnoll, and told him that she wanted an upgrade. He recognized it. Hammerhammer: Why are you carrying that piece of shite? Marxine: I took it from one I killed and haven’t had a chance to get something better. Marxine: I hear you learned our craft in a stronghold. So you know your naughty word. Hammerhammer: Lots of people learn in strongholds. Marxine: But not out here. Hammerhammer: Sometimes people do things for reasons that work out for them. Vinya: So you’re making better money out here? Hammerhammer: I thought I would. Elderron: What’s holding you back? Hammerhammer: In the stronghold, there were whole clans of people who have been smithing for 200 years. Here it’s just me. Marxine: Clans from Torm Brinnom don’t get out much? Hammerhammer: You know how dwarves are. It’s a matter of comfort. Some people don’t fit in. After a bit of talking, Marxine asked about the Firerubys. Hammerhammer: I thought you might be asking about them. What do you want to know? Marxine: We know their behavior here is part of a pattern. What started it? Hammerhammer: It started with greed. There is little they won’t do if they think it will make them richer. There were rumors they had arranged deaths of other dwarves. By the time I left no one would go on a mining expedition or a trade caravan with them -- it was not uncommon for them to return and their partners to be lost. Vinya: Didn’t someone tell us that the former head of the Gemcutter’s Guild died -- and now Armok’s nephew Artock is the head of it? Hammerhammer: I don’t follow Guild politics. At least not in other guilds. Vinya: Do you have anything for someone like me? Hammerhammer: I mostly make armor. Which won’t be useful for you. [turned to Marxine] But I can’t let a dwarf leave with that piece of naughty word. He handed her a shield with two hammers painted on it. Hammerhammer: Take this. I insist. Then he picked up her gnoll shield and bent it double over his knee. Marxine asked to pay and he refused to let her. They bickered over that for a bit. Elama then pulled out the bulette hide she’d collected off the bulette we killed. Hammerhammer was very interested in that and thought he could make something good for her with it, but it would take time and the services of a master tanner as well. Elama: We’ll be coming back through Lonoj after we take Mr. Stonebright to Torm Brinnom. We can pick it up then. (He’ll sell one shield to Elama for 250 gp and have three others to sell for 500 gp.) [/QUOTE]
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