Adventure Took Place on January 6, 2000

The Duke was conversing with Meadows parents and getting to know them. Meadow is finally ready to leave…

DMaster: Meadow is standing, ready to go. She looks over to her father
MEA: I’ll be home later tonight.
She leans over to look into the Kitchen,
MEA: Mom, hear that?
Her mother walks out, wiping her hands off on a towel.
MOM: I’m not deaf, like your father.
END: What? BAH!
He waves her off. She bows slightly and smiles.

Vulcuran: VUL: It was very nice to meet the both of you.
I take my leave. Put out my arm.

DMaster: She smiles and grabs it. You both leave the house closing the door behind you.

Vulcuran: VUL: So where to? Are you hungry?

DMaster: MEA: I can eat.

Vulcuran: VUL: You know why don’t I take you to the second best place in Camerondale to eat.
Head for the Castle.

DMaster: MEA: Well as long as it isn’t Fycons.
Giggles and holds on to your arm.

Vulcuran: Keep walking to the inner gate.
VUL: The castle has a few good chefs there.
Give her a look.

DMaster: She nods her head, seems very agreeable to that.

Vulcuran: Keep walking. Go through the inner gates.

DMaster: You head through and someone catches your eye. A man, about mid twenties short short hair, in typical 2 or 3 star guard gear. His eyes lit up when he saw Meadow. In the corner of your eye, you see her double take.
GUARD: Hey Meadow, working the late shift?

Vulcuran: Give the guard a stern look.

DMaster: He straightens up and his superior gives him a bat, to be in order. He bows in front of you.
GUARD: M’Lord.
She smirks, looks at you then at the guard.
MEA: No Cayson, I am just going to the Castle with Vulcuran. I mean the Duke… to eat.
CAY: Oh, OK. Hope to see you on your back, (ahem clears throat) on your way back.
She kind of gives him a fake like smile, shakes her head, holds your arm tighter. You move through. You can hear the lead guard yell at him a bit as you walk away.

Vulcuran: VUL: What was that all about?
Lead her into the entrance of the Castle.

DMaster: MEA: Oh, nothing. Long story…
You walk her through the Throne room and she is dumbstruck, looking around seeing the soaring ceiling, the large beautiful windows, the throne and luxurious furniture. You lead her into the Kitchen area.

Vulcuran: VUL: Well you have your pick from just about anything…
Wave a chef over.

DMaster: MEA: Oh, jebus. Is there a special or something?
She giggles thinking its the castle and not a restaurant. The chef walks to you, bows a bit.

Vulcuran: VUL: Two of the main dishes, some Dewberry Red Wine and some bread please.

DMaster: He nods, heads in and you hear him barking orders.

Vulcuran: Pull out a seat for her, have her sit. Then take a seat myself.

DMaster: You only see a few castle workers eating in the far corner, it is just you and her for the most part. The Chef brings out the bread and wine, pours both of you a glass.

Vulcuran: Raise a glass to her.
VUL: To new meetings with great people…

DMaster: She smiles and nods, raises her glass. You two “tink” glasses and both drink. You hear some noise, look over and you see King Jeremiah and Marcus are there going over a few things as they are walking.

Vulcuran: Get up, turn and bow to the King.
VUL: M’Lord.
Look at Marcus, smirk a little
VUL: Marcus.

DMaster: Jerry looks up and seems befuddled, looking just past you. Meadow is bowing too. Marcus has a big smile on his face.
JER: Vulcuran… Come.
He walks you a bit a ways.

Vulcuran: VUL: Yes?
Giving him a look, putting my hands behind me.

DMaster: JER: Who is that, may I ask, she looks familiar.
Standing in a way to not be too forward.

Vulcuran: VUL: That is Meadow from Fycons. She is going to be my date for the Winter Ball.

DMaster: JER: Oh, now I recognize her. Wait, what?
Snaps his head to you. Marcus suppresses a giggle.

Vulcuran: VUL: M’Lord?

DMaster: JER: She is awful young don’t you think?
Saying this quietly giving you a look.

Vulcuran: Shrug shoulders.
VUL: It’s just a date to the ball. We are not picking out names for our 3 children just yet.
Shake head a little, saying with sarcasm.

DMaster: MEA: Is there a place I can freshen up?
She says over to you, stands again, looking over to the three of you.

Vulcuran: VUL: Oh, yes. I can show you.

DMaster: MARC: No, Vulc, stay I will get her to the ladies room
With a huge smirk and a wink he walks to her, she takes his arm and they walk down the hall.
JER: You know you are old enough to be her father. Right?

Vulcuran: VUL: Yes. Jerry, come on. It’s a quick one and done, we dance, we drink we have fun. Win win and we move on, you know?
Giving him a pleading look.

DMaster: He smiles, nods his head. Pats you on the shoulders.
JER: Have a good time…
He walks away, and he playfully mumbles.
JER: Dad…
Giggles.

Vulcuran: Sigh, roll my eyes, then chuckle.

DMaster: By then Meadow has made her way back, and the Chef is serving the dinner. You both start to eat and it is very good. She seems to enjoy it too. Both you drain a glass of wine and start in on another one. It was quiet for the most part, and also awkward.

Vulcuran: VUL: So what do you think about all this?

DMaster: MEA: Eh?
She says, wiping her mouth off after a bite.
MEA: It is beautiful in here, always wanted to know what it looked like.
She is looking around, she grabs her wine glass, takes a sip.

Vulcuran: VUL: well it is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you

DMaster: DM: Barfs. Really? Wow.
Meadow stops, and freezes. Slowly looks to you, smiles blushes and continues eating. It just got a little more awkward in here.

Vulcuran: Finish up eating.
VUL: We can go look for a dress for you if you want afterwards?

DMaster: MEA: I am afraid I don’t think the shops we need open, will be open.
She shrugs her shoulders as she finishes out her final bite.

Vulcuran: VUL: Ahh, its been a while since I shopped for a dress.
Stop, scrunch my brow
VUL: Uh, well, I don’t think I ever have shopped for a dress.

DMaster: She smiles and giggles.
MEA: I was going to say, I am not sure you would look good in an off the shoulder pushup golden gown with high heels.
Saying that playfully.

Vulcuran: Stop, distort my mouth.
VUL: Hey, you never know… right?

DMaster: She giggles putting her napkin on the plate, pushing it away. The Chef comes out for dessert but both of you decline.

Vulcuran: VUL: So, tell me a little about yourself.
Pour a little more wine into her cup, and mine.

DMaster: Meadow: oh, well. I don’t know. You met my parents, I work at Fycons, you know that, and I would like to be an Alchemist assistant some day?
She says looking at you, shrugging her shoulders.

Vulcuran: VUL: Interesting, I know quite a few Alchemist, I could introduce you to them.

DMaster: Meadow: Oh no. It’s ok. I just have not found the time to really put forth the effort. If it isn’t work, it’s my father, and if it isn’t that, it is some random drama… I’d rather not talk about it.

Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Sorry, did not mean to…

Vulcuran: She looks at you with her beautiful eyes, smiles.
MEA: It’s ok.

DMaster: The King is walking by again, with Marcus and a few other people.
JER: Vulcuran, a word please.

Vulcuran: VUL: If you will excuse me.
Giving Meadow a look. Walk over to the King.

DMaster: She nods and takes another sip of wine.
JER: I need you to keep this guard house thing going. I don’t want it to fall into the cracks, like it usually does.

Vulcuran: VUL: Me and Thorin have already talked about the guardhouse and he will be sending us the blueprints in under a week. He might even have a construction company to deal with it too.

DMaster: JER: Really? excellent.
Pats you on the shoulder
JER: Sorry to have bothered you, get back to her.

Vulcuran: Nod to him.
VUL: Quite ok M’Lord.
Walk back to her
VUL: sorry Meadow, it seems my work is never done

DMaster: She smiles and nods.
MEA: I can’t believe that is the King, he seems so… down to Legon, you know?

Vulcuran: Nod my head.
VUL: Humble upbringings, the teachings of the Knights and the idea he rules over hundreds of thousands of people… there is no one else like him anywhere, King or not.
Chuckle, realizing I am gushing a bit.

DMaster: MEA: Wish I could say the same about “my” boss.
She chuckles.

Vulcuran: VUL: How about a tour of the Castle?
Stand up, put out my arm.

DMaster: She gets up, takes your arm
MEA: Sure.
She looks down at the empty plates and glasses.
MEA: Should we do something with these?

Vulcuran: Chuckle.
VUL: No, we have people for that.
Guide her down the hallway.

DMaster: Meadow: nice!

Vulcuran: I will walk her around the place, my office, my room, the dining room, some meeting rooms and end at the throne room.

DMaster: You stop in the throne room, and you are showing her some artifacts in cases, talking about them. There are only a few guards around. You are looking at some amazing plates and silverware from way back.
MEA: These are so pretty.

Vulcuran: VUL: Not as pretty as you.
Smile as I look on to the artifacts, not looking at her.

DMaster: DM: I just threw up a little in my mouth. Ugg.
She gives you a sidewards glance. The double doors burst open. It makes Meadow jump. Thorin walks in, looks around and sees you.
THOR: Vulc, goddammit, there you are.

Vulcuran: VUL: Excuse you, Captain.
Give him an evil look.

DMaster: Thorin walks to you and sees Meadow.
THOR: Hey Meadow, I need to talk with… wait, what are you doing here, with… this guy?
He seems half baffled half joking, seeing her on your arm.

Vulcuran: VUL: I was giving her the tour before you rudely interrupted us. So if you don’t mind…
Giving him a “get out of here look.”

DMaster: THOR: No can do, I need to talk with you, pronto.
Looks at Meadow and shrugs his shoulders. She looks up, lets go of your arm.
MEA: It’s ok, you have responsibilities, I will just look at what ever is over here.
She points and wanders over to another case. Thorin tilts his head, staring at her ass.

Vulcuran: Look at him, eyes turn to slits.
VUL: Really?

DMaster: THOR: Sorry, shit is going down at Nanny’s new place, that is still being worked on. We need to move now.

Vulcuran: Sigh. Turn and walk to Meadow

DMaster: She looks to you and smirks.
MEA: Shits going down at Nanny’s new place huh?

Vulcuran: Chuckle a little and roll my eyes.
VUL: Yes, Thorin is everything but subtle. I can walk you home first and…

DMaster: She shakes her head.
MEA: I know you have a very important job, and it seems urgent. I can find my way back home just fine.
She puts her hand on your arm, goes to her tippy toes and kisses your cheek.
MEA: We should get together in the next day or two to find a dress. Good luck tonight with… the shit
She giggles and heads out the Throne Room.

Vulcuran: Nod my head to her, turn around and watch her walk out.

DMaster: THOR: Bye Meadow, sorry about that.
She smiles, nods to him and she walks out.

Vulcuran: VUL: This better be something big you jack-ass.
Head to my room with purpose.

DMaster: Walking into your room, you see the Armor you commissioned laying over your table. Thorin is trailing you, and sees it.
THOR: Whoa, nice buddy. Some extra stealthy armor, I like it. Hurry up will you?

Vulcuran: VUL: I am going to hurry my foot so far up your ass…
Put on the armor.

DMaster: He is antsy, looking down the hallway.
THOR: It’s armor man, it’s not a garter and bra. let’s go!

Vulcuran: Finish putting it on.
VUL: I am going to garter… I am just going to… grrr

DMaster: THOR: What say you?
He leans in, smile and face flushing.

Vulcuran: VUL: Eat a dick.
Grab my weapons and head out.

DMaster: You two head out of the castle while Thorin snickers, and down the inner walkways.

Vulcuran: VUL: So you know shit is going down there then? You have guards there?

DMaster: THOR: Yes, of course. If you didn’t take so long we could of been…

Vulcuran: Stop him.
VUL: Go to the scene now. I have a gut feeling.

DMaster: THOR: Dammit Vulc, we don’t have time for this.

Vulcuran: Give him a look,
VUL: Do as I say. In 10 minutes head to Nanny’s main bank if you don’t see me sooner.

DMaster: He gives you an odd look, then it dawns on him.
THOR: A distraction?

Vulcuran: Nod my head.
VUL: Go, make it look good too, make sure they see and hear you.

DMaster: THOR: OK, be careful man.
He goes running off.

Vulcuran: I will go through the inner gates.

DMaster: You see that Cayson guy just get done talking to Meadow as you approach. She looked unimpressed. He turns to see you again, and stiffens up. He double takes seeing you in the kick ass armor and armed to the teeth.
CAY: M’Lord

Vulcuran: Give him a sharp glance and keep going to Nanny’s

DMaster: You go down a few roads, keeping your hood down to make sure not to get stopped. You finally make it to the bank. One person is walking about 100 feet from the place, but otherwise it looks deserted.

Vulcuran: Walk the perimeter and make sure nothing seems out of order.

DMaster: Nothing you can really see. It’s calm, and there doesn’t seem to be anything going on.

Vulcuran: Find a way to climb up the wall. Start climbing.

DMaster: You get to the top with a bit of trouble, it is a 3 story building, but you make it. You keep low, looking around. Besides a bit of debris the roof looks empty. But as you are glancing around, Nanny’s jewelry shop on the other hand… it is only a two story shop and there is definitely something wonky going on there.

Vulcuran: Get to ground. Crawl to the edge, look.

DMaster: Looks to be two people, both in black and with hoods. There seems to be a hole in the roof now, one of the people jump down in. It looked like it, but it was almost slow motion when they jumped.

Vulcuran: I need to find out who these people are. Pull my hood up, climb down the wall to the Jewelry shop.

DMaster: You have to hop over, there is a narrow alleyway in between.

Vulcuran: Do it.

DMaster: You land, what you think is quiet, only to be face to face with one of the hooded figure. It tilts it’s head and chuckles.
HOOD: You, again? You are a cut above the usual guard here. Might I have the pleasure of your name?

Vulcuran: VUL: That doesn’t matter, what matters is you getting your buddy out of the jewelry shop and lets just take a walk to the guard house. In an orderly fashion, maybe without setting something on fire?

DMaster: HOOD: Chatty Kathy tonight, I see.
The figure looks back chuckling, then back to you.
HOOD: They are almost done anyways. You are not a guard, not Thorin, that is for damn sure… not a Knight either.

Vulcuran: VUL: Keep guessing, you’re getting colder.

DMaster: Nodding head, it steps back a few more steps.
HOOD: Stalling huh? Who you waiting for?
Leans back yells down the hole
HOOD: It seems we wore out our welcome, buddy!

Vulcuran: Walk a few steps forward, draw my sword.
VUL: I don’t want to hurt you, but I will.

DMaster: HOOD: Could it be? No. The Duke of Camerondale, slumming it with the rest of us out here, and dressed like a professional thief. Nice gear by the way.

Vulcuran: smirk under my hood, run my hand across my armor
VUL: Thanks, it’s brand new. I’d rather not anoint it with your blood right away though.

DMaster: HOOD: Oh, oh. Damn. A bit confident aren’t we?
It glances down again, stomps his foot a few times to alert whoever is down there.

Vulcuran: VUL: Not going to ask again, understood?

DMaster: The hooded figure looks back to you, and you also see a grin across his face.
HOOD: You didn’t fall for our distraction at Nanny’s new place huh? I am impressed.

Vulcuran: VUL: Great, I will jot that down in my journals tonight.
Step closer, grabbing my dagger. Keeping an eye out at the hole.

DMaster: He chuckles and tilts its head.
HOOD: But not that impressed.
He nods his head like he is acknowledging something behind you.

Vulcuran: Glance behind me.

DMaster: Dust flies in your face, in a surprise move you gasp for a second, sucking all the dust in. The other figure, who you thought was in the shop, actually ended up behind you. The only glance you got, you swore it was wearing lipstick, before she punched you in the face.

Vulcuran: Try and straighten up. Shit, waited too long.

DMaster: HOOD: Didn’t see that coming did you?
They let out a laugh. You recoil, fall to your side from the punch, that really hurt (2hp of damage) Everything is getting blurry and dizzy, then black. You are out cold with the dust.

Vulcuran: Dammit!

DMaster: You are getting woke up from Thorin, squatting next to you. Still on the roof.

Vulcuran: VUL: Damn, not the sight I wanted to see waking up.
Cough and lean up.

DMaster: THOR: I guess you were right, except someone should of went with you, to back you up.
Gives you a look, still squatting.

Vulcuran: I won’t say anything just grit teeth, slam my hand on the ground.

DMaster: THOR: Come on, we are looking through Nanny’s jewelry shop.
He holds out his hand for you.

Vulcuran: Take it and stand up.

DMaster: You two climb down the wall, now with a rope that was secured. The ground level is swarming with guards and activity. Both of you head inside the jewelry shop, and there are “investigators” of sorts looking things over. Thorin is guiding you through showing you: There is a hole in the ceiling leading to the 2nd floor. Now mind you the first floor ceiling is about 15 feet in the air. There appears to be no rope or anything that is coming down from the hole, they must of taken it with them. A piece of the ceiling, almost perfectly carved out lays on the floor with no impact rubble, meaning it was softly laid on the ground and not dropped from that height. Nothing seems to be taken, and Thorin mentions tomorrow morning when things are safer, Nanny will come in to see if anything was missing.

Vulcuran: VUL: This is odd. I get the shock and awe of intimidation, but this seems more exact. Like they were looking for something.

DMaster: Thorin nods his head.
THOR: We can’t seem to find anything missing and the vault area is still locked solid.
He shrugs his shoulders. The investigation is winding down.

Vulcuran: Lean against the wall and think.

DMaster: THOR: This is wrapping up. We will be back here at the ass crack of dawn, so you are welcome to join us.

Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Get everyone out, I want to take one more look without having to circumvent guards.

DMaster: He nods, shrugs his shoulders.
THOR: You got it, don’t take to long, I’d like to get home before High Moon.
Thorin barks some orders and the guards all leave.

Vulcuran: I will walk the inside perimeter, looking at everything. Be slow and methodical.

DMaster: DM: He rolls a good investigation check.
You get to the vault last and it is still locked tight, but you notice a thin piece of metal just behind it, very hard to see.

Vulcuran: Carefully investigate it, make sure I am not going to get cut or stabbed or poisoned.

DMaster: You recognize this as a twizzle plate. It is made to have locks appear to be closed, but by pulling on them it will release the latch and open. In your hayday with Naerva (The half dwarf) you recognize it.

Vulcuran: Slowly pull it up.

DMaster: “Tink” the lock opens on the vault and it swings open.

Vulcuran: Take a look in, keeping my hand near my sword.

DMaster: There doesn’t seem to be anything too unusual, though it does look like there are a few things on the floor, things moved around.

Vulcuran: Well now I know where they were looking, saying to myself.

DMaster: You hear a noise behind you.

Vulcuran: Turn and look, draw my sword.

DMaster: Two figures in hoods stand in the middle of the room, both looking at you.

Vulcuran: VUL: Son of a bitch, the balls on you two… or one of you at least.

DMaster: You hear the one snicker a bit.
HOOD: I am a bit impressed.
The other looks over
HOOD 2: …and he is not easily impressed.
Thumbing in the direction of the first hooded person.

Vulcuran: VUL: Wonderful, another thing I can pen in my memoirs.
Take a few steps towards them.

DMaster: You are on the eastern wall, just inside the vault. you are looking west, both of the hooded figures are in the middle, about 20-25 feet from you. There are two large counters with a swinging entrance door leading to the vault in front of you.
HOOD: Eh, let’s not be too hasty Duke.
The second one’s head snaps to the other one and you hear her softly say
HOOD 2: …duke?
The first one nods his head.

Vulcuran: VUL: So this is not a shock and awe campaign as we first thought. You are looking for something, something Nanny has, huh?

DMaster: The first hooded one chuckles.
HOOD: Well if some one else had it, we wouldn’t be here now would we? Clever deduction.
HOOD 2: No wonder he is the Duke…
Both chuckle.

Vulcuran: VUL: Laugh it up. See how your chuckles sound in your new vacation spot, the Camerondale Dungeon Hotel.

DMaster: They both pull back a moment.
HOOD: Really?
They both shake their head.

Vulcuran: Shake my head in frustration.
VUL: Sounded better in my head. But you get the idea.
Get to the swinging door.

DMaster: You notice the 2nd hooded person clenching their fist and almost not paying too much attention.

Vulcuran: Somethings going on. Keep on high alert.
VUL: Well, are we going to just stand here and exchange recipes for meatloaf?

DMaster: HOOD: No, hate meatloaf. But I’ll make you a bet, one platinum, you’re good for it right? That I will be in front of a roaring fire, sipping on my brandy in five minutes.

Vulcuran: VUL: That’s no bet, I want some of the Brandy too…

DMaster: He chuckles, gives the second hooded figure a small nod. You hear something over head of you.

Vulcuran: Not even going to look, just roll under the swinging door towards them.

DMaster: A loud crash is heard behind you as a large bag of coins slams down on the ground just missing you. Both the figures, for the first time look very surprised. Both of them race for the closest counter, leap off it and oddly enough they seem to almost float higher and higher. No way someone can jump like that, not both of them together. They make their way through the hole in the ceiling.

Vulcuran: Race after them. Parkour off the wall to the hole and grab for the ledge.

DMaster: DM: Rolls real good.
You jump off the counter, up against the wall, push off with both your arms and legs and stretch out for the ledge of the hole. You grab it, swinging a bit, but then pulling yourself up. The second floor has 8 foot ceilings, and it looks like you are in some kind of offices.

Vulcuran: Jump for the second hole, lift myself out.

DMaster: You do it with ease, and as you are pulling yourself up, you can see them a few buildings down racing away, jumping from building to building.

Vulcuran: Going to race for them, as fast as I can.

DMaster: DM: Rolled average.
You jump from one building to another, but you seem to be avoiding the usual debris on roofs and such, sliding on some, getting your balance, but you can still see them about 3 buildings off. They seem to be heading into the warehouse district where most of the roofs are flatter.

Vulcuran: Go after them, run real hard.

DMaster: You leap building to building and this time you do better, You see them make a long leap and in your mind, “I can make that.” You almost rolled a natty, but with your bonuses, you are running full throttle, reach the edge of the one building and leap for the next one. It is the start of the warehouse district and you are leaping over a pretty large road… not an alleyway, a friggen road. Propelling yourself through the air, you slam into the side of the warehouse, missing the roof, but catching yourself on a exhaust hole or something. Took 4hp bludgeoning damage from the slam.

Vulcuran: Pull myself up, look around.

DMaster: You are catching your breath, looking and you see on the same roof one of the hooded figures, they are looking down on the far end. You think they might drop to the ground.

Vulcuran: Race for them, pull a dagger.

DMaster: In your sprint you failed to see the wire trap set between stacks and other things on the roof. You hit it, it wraps around your legs and you fall and slide about 10 feet, in the gravel top roof. Your dagger clinks and clanks to the side.

Vulcuran: VUL: Arg! Curse you!
Try and get free.

DMaster: You glance up and you see the woman hooded figure, smile a little.
HOOD 2: We are pretty impressed.
Drops some dust on you, kicks you in the gut.

Vulcuran: VUL: UGGGG
Grab for her foot.
VUL: My diary is going to be jammed packed!

DMaster: You miss her foot, but with the gut hit, you suck in air / dust. Things are going dark and you get a boot to the head for good measure.

Vulcuran: Wake up. If I can.

DMaster: A cold wind hits you, and you can hear people calling your name down on the ground level.

Vulcuran: Slowly get up, wipe myself off.

DMaster: Your head is throbbing from the punch and the kick. Gut is not doing to well either with the kick and the hard landing against the wall. You know the wire is still there and you untie it. You hear a clink clank sound below you when you stand.

Vulcuran: Look around.

DMaster: You see a platinum piece rolling around, must of been placed on you.

Vulcuran: Grab it with anger
VUL: That son of a bitch!
Then think… “hee hee, I won the bet at least.”

DMaster: You slowly make your way down, you get to the bottom and in the corner of your eye you see guards running for you, weapons drawn. Your head is just throbbing and you are still a little dizzy.

Vulcuran: Try and straighten up, giving the oncoming guards a look.

DMaster: They stop, start to surround you. One guard makes his way in, it seems he was leading them in the search. You recognize as Cayson.

Vulcuran: Shake my head.
VUL: Call them off Cayson, now.

DMaster: He skitters to a halt, sheathes his weapons and yells for the men to do the same. He barks some orders to alert Thorin the Duke has been found.
CAY: M’lord, are you ok?
He is looking you over, a black eye and some serious bruising on the side of your face.

Vulcuran: VUL: Technically speaking yes.
Shake my head, look around.
VUL: Whats the time?

DMaster: CAY: It is a click past high moon sire.
Looking around, then getting your attention.
CAY: M’Lord?
He points down a small road in between warehouses and the seems to be someone walking around, hood drawn, jumping from shadow to shadow. The warehouse district has two type of warehouses. Some that are all connected and string on for quite some ways, others are bigger ones, and they are surrounded, essentially by alleyways. You are in the latter section, big huge blocks of buildings, warehouses, all separated by alleyways and the occasional large road.

Vulcuran: VUL: Goddammit, what now.
Nod at him, and point to start walking.
VUL: Straight ahead, as quiet as possible.
Saying it as quiet as I can

DMaster: The other guards disperse. Cayson looks back, nods his head. Unsheathes his weapon and heads down a few small roads, turns and heads down the road you saw the mystery person at.

Vulcuran: Heading down an alleyway adjacent, following try to see Cayson across them.

DMaster: You finally get to a section that turns into the warehouses that are locked together. You can see the figure, hooded. It reaches down, grabs a bag and then leaves one. It turns and starts to walk away, still trying to keep to shadows.

Vulcuran: Curse under my breath,
VUL: Where are you Cayson….

DMaster: He pops out and it scares the hooded figure. You can barely hear them.
CAY: Stop! Show yourself.
The figure unveils, and it looks like a female, blondish hair… looks familiar.
MEA: Cayson, it’s me!
His eyes bulge and he looks down the road towards you.

Vulcuran: Poke my head out, nod and give him the thumbs up. Its friggen weird but I am in no mood for anymore issues or mysteries. Head back, and to the Castle.

DMaster: You do feel a little dizzy, and your face hurts. But you make it through the inner gates with a few guards asking if you are ok.

Vulcuran: Wave them off. Keep going.

DMaster: Into the entrance way, you see activity in the throne room.

Vulcuran: Head into there, holding my head.

DMaster: A few higher up guards, Thorin and Plugr is in there with the King in his nightwear. They all look up to see you.
THOR: There you are, what the hell Vulc! I was looking all over for you!
They all just stop what they are doing and look your way, eyebrows raising seeing your condition.

Vulcuran: Look at the lowest guard.
VUL: Go get a monk or cleric for me please.
Then look back to them.

DMaster: It was a woman and she runs out the throne room.
THOR: Looks like you ate a few knuckle sandwiches.

Vulcuran: Scoff a little.
VUL: And a little boot sole appetizer.
Shake head.

DMaster: The King walks over concerned, wipes some stuff off your shoulders… backs up a bit.
JER: I thought so, knock-out dust. Has to be our out of town guests
He turns looking at you.

Vulcuran: Nod
VUL: Has to be. Coordinated, pretty much ready for anything…
Go on and tell them the tale.

DMaster: JER: Well. It seems this is a bit deeper than we first thought
Turns and looks up to his throne, pondering.
THOR: That’s what she said…
Then covers his mouth forgetting the King was in ear shot. The King giggles and chuckles a bit, turns with a smile.
JER: You’ve had a hell of a night Vulcuran, the Cleric should be here soon, then get to bed,

Vulcuran: Nod my head, look down, touch my face.

DMaster: PLUG: We will get these guys for you, I promise you that.
He says putting his hand on your shoulder, giving you a look.

Vulcuran: VUL: Thank you my friend.
Smile at him.

DMaster: He walks off, passing by a monk coming into the room.
THOR: I told you I wanted to be home by high moon, you will have to deal with Britney’s wrath… ok?
Thorin says giving you a wink and nudge, leaves the room.

Vulcuran: Shake head. Wait to get healed.

DMaster: The monk comes over and it takes a good 3-4 minutes. You had your shirt off and everything. He finishes and walks out.

Vulcuran: Thank him. Look to the King if he is still there.

DMaster: He is, still thinking, staring off through the large windows behind the throne room.

Vulcuran: VUL: M’Lord? Copper for your thoughts?

DMaster: JER: What are they looking for. What is Nanny hiding?
He turns to look at you, confused fart-face.
JER: I think we need to have a long sit down with our little banker tomorrow.
Gives you a look, and smiles.
JER: Get, you look exhausted. See you tomorrow… or
He looks outside and back to you.
JER: Later today!

Vulcuran: Smile, nod my head and walk for my room.

DMaster: You make the short trip. Go in your room, close the door. You start taking off your armor when you see something on your bed.

Vulcuran: Walk slowly over, look.

DMaster: It looks like a bottle and a note.

Vulcuran: Been a weird night, double check everything, no wires, traps, dust.

DMaster: Nothing, it seems to still be sealed. Bronze liquid inside.

Vulcuran: Grab the note.

DMaster: It just says “Enjoy.”

Vulcuran: Look at the bottle, if it is Brandy, so help me.

DMaster: It is a bottle of fine fine Brandy.

Vulcuran: VUL: Son of a…