House Boromar

Devlin and Corren stood at the deck of the Ravenstorm, the bookkeeper had just informed the half-elf that all the Boromar merchandise had been loaded and secured.

"You should have asked Popora to pay us five thousand in advance," Corren purred as she followed Devlin's gaze down at the docks. She saw the tiny form of Zonnos confidently striding out like he owned the port. "You know this just covers our payables and debts," the bookkeeper said as she pretentiously waved goodbye at the halfling lord. "We still need to stock up on our supplies."

"I know you can stretch the leftover money for a few days," the wizard replied as he brought out a scroll from his handbag. "You're good at it."

"I'm a bookkeeper, not a miracle worker," Corren quipped. She then noticed the scroll on Devlin's hands. "Please tell me you got a loan from the Kundarak bank."

"No," Devlin answered. He unfurled the scroll and handed it to the bookkeeper. "Something else."

Corren quickly scanned through the contents of the document. "Angela Krin d'Lyrandar?" She muttered as soon as she reached the end of the scroll.

"That's what the scroll said," the wizard muttered as Correen handed the parchment back to him.

"Angela your cousin?" Corren asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "The same Angela who was supposed to be your wife..."

"She's not my cousin," Devlin quickly defended. "She's a very very distant cousin."

"This is the same girl whom the House Lyrandar elders arranged for you up to marry?" Corren asked, trying to hide her smile. "To protect and strengthen the Lyrandar bloodline."

"It wasn't meant to be," the wizard angrily retorted.

The bookkeeper crossed her arms and leaned over the ship's railing. "Are we going to have problems going in and out of Regalport?"

Devlin scratched his chin. "That'll depend on how I deal with Angela."

Corren sighed and patted the wizard's shoulders. "Then we'll have to go there and talk to her," she answered. "You ready to go?"

Devlin looked at his assistant and nodded. "Let's go finish this job."

The loading of the containers continue well into the night. Devlin, Coreen and Gian oversee the transfers. As workers run through a final check, a skiff lands near the landing bay and Zonnos and a pair of his shifters disembark.

Without even being invited, the young Boromar lord and his followers board the Ravenstorm. They casually watch the loading the last of the cargo before they head towards Devlin.

“Lord Boromar. Is there anything I could do for you?” Devlin cordially greets and asks the halfling.

“I wanted to wish you good luck on your mission and tell you that I have no hard feelings.” Zonnos gives a wide smile. “I know that you are going into a dangerous situation, and I want you to know you have the support of our entire clan.”

“However,” says the Boromar lord, “Even if you fail to find my sister, or – Sovereigns forbid – you find her too late to help, you will still have an ally in our clan.”

Zonnos gives Devlin a friendly wink. “I trust I am clear in this matter?”

Mika is the second child of Popora ir’Boromar. An illustration of her shows a young, bright-eyes halfling with greening eyes and yellowish blonde hair. Popora has entrusted particular missions to Mika, as much as he has to Zonnos. Although Zonnos is expected to take control of Popora’s holdings once Popora steps down, Mika figures prominently in her father’s plans as well. He hopes Mika will add a subtler touch to her older sibling’s decisions. Mika’s interests include foreign cultures, history, and magic, all of which would serve her well in such a rle.

Mika was on the Principalities for two weeks before the plague broke out. She was negotiating with a collective of dragonshard miners for 1% of their yearly haul in exchange for transport to Sharn on Popora’s ships. The notes on the Principalities geology come from Mika’s reports back to her parent and sibling.

Once the plague broke out, all contact with the Principalities ceased, resuming sporadically only with the arrival of the Lyrandar forces. Popora’s aides have contacted the Lyrandar Dragonmarked house but have received no response concerning any halfling on the city. A quoted section of the report uses the phrase “… more important things to do than play nanny to some missing halfling.”

Mika last reported in from Regalport just before the plague. A couple of Boromar halfling bodyguards accompanied her.

Officials of the Dragonmarked Houses contacted the Lyrandar fleet to secure the area until a sufficient response could be mounted. In response, the fleet has assigned the airships Resolute to patrol the area. Nothing gets on and off the city without the Lyrandar fleet’s permission, and so far the only things that it allows are protected Lyrandar and Medani forces. In addition to the Resolute, the fleet employs a dozen stormships to help maintain the blockade.

The contact at the Lyrandar fleet is Angela Krin d’Lyrandar. A note describes her as a frustrating, officious bureaucrat.

The plague appeared three weeks ago and quickly swept the Principalities. It is assumed to be airborne, and those affected are seriously weakened. The symptoms of the plague include fever, dehydration (resulting in crusting about the mouth and eyes), general weakness, and the thickening of the fingers and tongue. Repeated exposures can kill and individual.

The first indication of the plague occurred when a cruise ship from Regalport showed up in Valenar, its crew too weak to land. The ship was boarded and impounded. The Lyrandar fleet was sent to keep a lid on the Principalities as healing supplies were prepared to help those trapped in the city. Several ships, mostly pirates, fled Regalport before the blockade was fully in place, but for the past two weeks nothing has arrived or left the Seadragon Principalities.

The origin of the plague is unknown to those on Regalport.

The Lhazaar Principalities is a nation of factions that vie for supremacy. Its population is primarily human, with strong gnome, half-elf and changeling presence.

Dozens of princes control land and ships in the Principalities. Ryger ir’Wynarn is the best known, since he represented the Principalities at he thronehold discussions. Ryger seeks to unite the Principalities into a true nation, but has met with strong resistance from the other lords. Prince Ryger’s flagship, Dragoneye, makes it home port at Regalport.

The Seadragon principality Is typically regarded as a backwater corner of the continent. Its population trades in local animal products and minng for Eberron dragonshards though. Being far from the main land though, the Principalities have become a common meeting place for smugglers and other scoundrels. The local government is tolerant as long as it gets its cut and one of the local folks gets killed.

Aside from Prince Ryger’s Seadragons, other groups include vicious pirates of the Cloudreavers, the mercenary Diresharks, the changeling Gray Tide, the Bloodsails of Farlnen, the half-elf Wind Whisperers and the well-intentioned Heavenly Fleet.

Following the reception by Popora, Vago once more greets the group outside the audience chamber, the warforged Herald at his side. The halfling then hands over four scrolls to Devlin. “Information on Regalport … information on Popora’s youngest child … information on the disease itself … information the Lyrandar blockade. We’ll be loading the medical herbs and spices this afternoon. You can take off by day’s end, or tomorrow at the latest.”

Vago and Herald then lead the group out back to the landing bay where the airskiff is. From there the group is shuttled back to the Lyrandar docking tower.

Upon landing, Vago lowers the ramp. He then produces a pouch at his side. “Oh one last thing. You’re going to need your medicine,” he says, a slight smile spreading across his face. “It doesn’t have a pleasant taste.”

The halfling hands over the pouch to Rothaide, which the elf hesitantly takes. “There are ten vials of vaccine. Those are for you and your crew, as well as for negotiations with the local population. I suggest, however, that you save at least two doses for Mika.”

Coreen meets Vago and Herald on the deck while Devlin proceeds to the ship’s helm. Gian and Rourke, on the other hand, prepare the ship to leave the docking tower. Rothaide, meanwhile, heads for the medical room to take care of the vaccines.

Under Devlin’s direction the ship carefully makes its way towards Precarious to where the Boromar warehouses are located. Once the Ravenstorm arrives, and has carefully secured itself floating under the magical lifts and cranes, Vago signals the warehouse laborers to start loading the containers of herbs and spice unto the Ravenstorm.

“It is a simple fight. No weapons are allowed. First one who gets wounded loses.” Zonnos states much to the other shifters’ cheer.

The shifter named Tamara lets out a howl in the hopes of intimidating her opponent. Gian ignores the attempt and calmly removes his coat and gives it to Herald, leaving him unarmored in a sleeveless white shirt. He then takes on a defensive stance opposite his opponent.

Unfettered, Tamara likewise assumes on her own attack posture, at the same time her body seems to change – seemingly growing to almost seven feet tall, her skin taking on a tougher appearance and fingers transforming to claws.

“First to get wounded loses.” The shifter repeats as she looks at her claws and shows them off to her opponent. Shouts of approval erupt from where the others shifters are.

Gian simply gives a small nod and pushes back his eye glasses.

Angered by the simple gesture the shifter pounces at the smaller human; her two claws leading the charge attack.

The artificer simply sidesteps the initial attack, and dodges with expertise the second claw.

Infuriated at not being able to connect, Tamara renews her attack, changing her tactics by getting closer. A short jump takes the shifter closer to her opponent. A raking claw of her right hand to Gian’s face causes the human to step a bit to the left to avoid it. The movement saves him from the attack but puts her into the path of the second claw which rakes towards the artificer’s midsection.

::dragonmark::

A dark blue light flares out from Gian’s arm and elaborate skin patterns appear on it just before the attack connects with flesh. The shifter’s claws bounce off harmlessly as if blocked by some sort of invisible field of force.

At that time, a gasp is heard from one of the Aereni elves.

“The Mark of the Sentinel.” Popora laughs as pleased by the revelation. “Impressive Master Lyrandar. You didn’t tell us that your bodyguard is a member of the House of Dennith.”

Taking advantage of the distraction, Gian punches at Tamara’s midsection. Taken by surprise, the blow connects but to no effect as it fails to penetrate the toughened shifter hide.

The shifters at Zonnos’ mat lets out a howl while Tamara conceitedly yells with them.

Gian raises an eyebrow and nods in understanding as if he just got an answer to some mental computation he’s been doing and goes back to his defensive stance.

::smite::

Tamara howls back and once more pounces on the human. Gian on the other hand simply thrusts out his hand towards his opponent’s chest. The two combatants finally connect for a second neither one makes a move.

::wraithstrike::

The shifters claws targeting her opponent’s face but stops just inches before reaching her target. The human however had his fingers extended and buried deep up to the palm into the shifter’s right shoulder – human flesh penetrating shifter.

The audience chamber is silent until the first drop of blood falls on the floor. It is only then that Popora gives out a hearty laugh.

“I guess I win!” The older halfling lord calls out to his offspring. “I’ll be collecting soon Zonnos, my child.”

The younger halfling bows to his father and leads the Shifters outside the chamber to take their wounded to be taken care of by the Arenai elves.

“But for now I think we have a business deal to finish.” Popora turns back to Devlin and his crew. "Captain Lyrandar, bring back my child."

Devlin studied the menacing shifter, ignoring the brute's attempt to intimidate him. He shifted his gaze towards Zonnos. The young Borormar lord was itching for a fight, his eyes gleamed with excitement and pleasure. He threw a mocking smirk back that the war wizard.

"Wrestling?"

A familiar voice echoed across the chamber. The word hung in the air as everyone turned to face the speaker.

"That's hardly a challenge fit for a spellslinger." The stranger continued as he tilted his head and blew smoke into the air.

Devlin smirked as the stranger began to casually walk into the dimly lit audience chamber. He was smoking a stick of Black pit Blend, exhaling a veil of smoke towards the menacing shifter.

"Rourke," Devlin said to himself. "Always late."

The stranger's steps filled the audience chamber with the scuff of soft leather boots. Rothaide whispered a soft prayer of mercy in elvish.

"Now if it were 'who could burn the most shifters where they currently stand...with a gesture'-- that would be more appropriate." He went on as he walked and stopped in front of the dais beside Devlin.

Vago waves the guards off and addresses everyone in the room. "This must be Timothy O'Rourke, a warmage of Karnnath. Another companion of the Captain d’Lyandar." Vago chimed in before his master's curiosity could turn to annoyance.

"At your service." Tim quipped.

"Where have you been?" Devlin muttered to his former war compatriot.

"Got tied back at Precarious," the warmage whispered back. "Good thing Corren told me where you guys are."

"Excuse me," Zonnos interrupted the two war veterans. "I thought we were in the middle of a wrestling challenge."

Devlin and Rourke turned towards the young halfling Lord. "Normally we prefer to settle things without the use of violence and force," the half elf wizard replied. "But we can make an exception in your case."

Zonnos gave mocking smile as he signaled the shifter to step into the center of the chamber. "Go choose your fighter," he said to Devlin.

Devlin gazed over Gian and nodded his head.

“Be careful but likewise be quick.” The wizards mentally instructed the artificer.

“I will.” The young artificer nodded back.

"I guess I will be wrestling her." Gian thought back to Rourke and walked to face the challenger.

Zonnos stands up and lifts his goblet as acceptance and thereafter addresses the combatants.

“It’s a simple fight. No weapons are allowed. First one who gets wounded loses.” Zonnos states much to the other shifters’ cheer.

“So it’s Tamara against the one called Gian. No aid shall come from anyone else. “ The young halfling lord adds as he looks directly at the half-elf captain; causing the latter to step back and away from the artificer.

"Wrestling?"

The word hung in the air as everyone turned to face the speaker.

"That's hardly a challenge fit for a spellflinger." The stranger continued as he tilted his head and blew smoke into the air.

Being nearer to the new comer, a couple of shifters at Zonnos’ mat moved to shield their halfling companion, taking on defensive stances and seemingly ready to pounce if the new arrival made any questionable moves.

The stranger began to casually walk into the dimly lit audience chamber parting the veil of smoke he'd just exhaled. His steps filled the audience chamber with the scuff of soft leather boots as he trailed wisps of smoke from a finely rolled stick of Black pit Blend.

"Now if it were 'who could burn the most shifters where they currently stand...with a gesture'-- that would be more appropriate." He went on as he walked and stopped in front of the dais beside Devlin.

From the main mat, the Aerendi elves likewise move to cover the older halfling while a handful of halfling guards move towards the front of the mat.

Vago waves the guards off and addresses everyone in the room. "This must be Timothy O'Rourke, a warmage of Karnnath. Another companion of the Captain d’Lyandar." Vago chimed in before his master's curiosity could turn to annoyance.

"At your service." Tim quipped

The guards and elves then return to their usual positions but more alert than they normally were.

"And my talents are far more...elaborate than mere wrestling - As I'm sure the wise Popora Boromar already knows." He continued as he bowed his head low - all the while mentally rolling his eyes skyward.

"I must humbly request you spare your son and his...entourage this harsh lesson." He said keeping his head low.

He then turned to let his gaze fall on the shifter and marked her with piercing eyes.

From within Rourke's mind came Gian's voice: "You're drunk again, aren't you?"

"Hey, you wrestle him." Rourke thought back.

Gian was wary of Popora ‘ir Boromar. From his past dealings with Saidan 'ir Boromar, he knew that one had to be very careful when dealing with any member of this halfling clan.

The young artificer allowed Devlin to do all the talking, so he sat there together with the half-elf and Rothaide in the middle of the audience chamber, and kept calm and simply watched and listened. He could still feel the copper piece in his pocket and knew that the infusions he placed on it earllier were still functioning as he had intended.

When he noticed Devlin’s eyes turning towards him, Gian opened his mind just enough to receive the half-elf’s thoughts.

“What are the Shifters up to?” The half-elf asked via the telepathic bond provided by the magic of the infusion.

“It’s hard to say. Talenta is a roundabout language,” Gian replied as he pretended to adjust his eyeglasses and stared back at the half-elf. “But basically, as far as I can tell, they’re just throwing insults at us and mimicking your conversation with Popora. Do you want to hear the details?”

Devlin gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head in disapproval.

Gian continued to watch and listen to the Shifters make fun of their group. Suddenly he hears the younger halfling warn his Shifter companions

“Heads up, Captain. Something’s about to happen.” Gian warned Devlin.

It’s then that Zonnos gives out a loud burp and addresses his father. The two halflings exchange words and finally come into a betting agreement.

“I take your bet, my child.” Popora tells his child before facing Devlin and his crew. ”Guests, is there one among you to prove young Zonnos incorrect? Does anyone care to wrestle a Shifter?”

“Wrestle, Captain?” Gian mentally asked Devlin; at the same time the artificer was already taking inventory of the resources available to him

Devlin listened to Lord Popora's request. The old halfling seemed open and candid about his intentions. But part of him is still wary of the Boromar Lord. He quickly gazed over his companions, watching their reactions.

Rothaide was frowning at the news of the plague in Regalport. Her smooth delicate hand nervously held the goblet of ale. The elf was probably reminded of her misfortune back at her old ship.

Gian who was listening and watching the Shifters noticed Devlin's eyes turning towards him. The young artificer pretended to adjust his eyeglass, and stared back at the half-elf.

Devlin cleared his throat and looked back at the halfling. "What kind of spice do you want us to deliver?"

Lord Popora beamed an oily smile. "Nothing illegal," he answered. "Five barrels of House Jorasco medicinal herbs and spices, for the afflicted people of Regalport."

"Sounds simple enough," Zonnos interrupted. Popora's eldest son was now lying comfortably on the mattress, toying with his goblet.

"If it's that simple, why come to me?" Devlin asked.

The old halfling stared at his eldest son, signaling him to behave himself. But Zonnos appeared oblivious to his father's reprimand. "You are a wizard and member of House Lyrandar," Lord Popora explained. "It will be easy for you to go in and out of the blockade."

"My relation with Lyrandar is strained," Devlin answered. "But I think I can still pull some strings."

"Then it is settled," Lord Popora replied.

"Not yet," Devlin interrupted. "There is still a matter of our fee."

"How does five thousand gold pieces sound?" Popora offered. "Two thousand five hundred upfront and the rest of the payment upon completion of the mission."

Devlin keeps silent for a moment. His brow creased and his finger tapping on his chin seemingly doing some mental computations.

“Let’s go for seven thousand.” The half-elf countered. “With an additional three thousand gold pieces if we rescue your child Mika.”

Popora gives out a throaty laugh. ”You are a real businessman Devlin d’Lyrandar. Let’s settle on seven thousand and five hundred gold pieces then. Three thousand now and the rest WHEN you deliver Mika back.”

Before Devlin could answer his agreement a loud burp from Zonnos is heard from his place at the mat at the right side of the room. Having captured everyone’s attention the younger halfling stands up and faces his father.

“Blessed progenitor, look at these runts and weaklings before you. They could not fight their way past a razorclaw hatchling; much less survive to find Mika. Let me send my Shifters to rescue my treasured sibling.”

Popora gives a low, long blink, as if considering the matter, then replies, “No, I believe there is a greater chance of success if I send them.”

Zonnos stifles a chortle and says, “The least of my Shifters can take any one of their number.”

Again, Popora speaks out before anyone can answer. “I take your bet, my child. Guests, is there one among you to prove young Zonnos incorrect? Does anyone care to wrestle a Shifter?”

As he speaks, the Shifter that carried the ale barrels into the room stands up to its full six feet tall stance and makes threatening gestures at Devlin and his crew.

Devlin took a small step towards the old halfling. His right hand raising Staff of Gorlband towards Lord Popora, his left hand touching his chest -- a typical salute of war-wizards in the Sharn army.

"Lord Boromar," Devlin greeted with a low, respectful tone.

The old halfling shifted his weight on the mat. "This is not the barracks," Lord Popora replied, signaling one of his servants. "Spare me the formalities, wizard."

Devlin grinned. "I try to be courteous to all my clients, and would-be clients."

One of the elves knelt to the halfling's side, pouring him a goblet of wine, her painted face looking as if some spirit hovering over the old halfling lord. Lord Boromar stared at the half elf and his companions, examining them closely like a lion sizing up his prey.

"I was expecting one wizard," Lord Popora said as he took the goblet. "Who are these other people?"

Before Devlin could explain, Vago quickly answered his master. "These are the wizard Devlin d’ Lyrandar’s compatriots. The elf is Rothaide Lareine, a priestess of the hearth mother. While the human is his bodyguard, Gian."

The patriarch of the Boromar clan muttered something that sounded like a curse. "I asked for one wizard and you brought me a circus show?" This elicited a burst of laughter from the shifters and halfling on the other mat.

Devlin thought the old halfling would throw his goblet at Vago and punish him for disobeying his orders. But Lord Popora quickly regained his composure.

"You can get good help these days," the old halfling muttered as he shook his head. "Let's just talk business." Gesturing for the group to take their seats in the matt in the center of the room.

As the three take their seats, two of the female Aerenal elves move towards them to offer Goblets of the halfling drink, Tal. It is during this time that the door behind them opens as the shifter from earlier moves quietly into the room with a barrel of ale under each of its arms and heads for the mat in the right.

Waiting for the group to be settled down, the old Boromar starts. “The city of Regalport in the Lhazaar Principalities is beset by a deadly disease and has been quarantined by the Lyrandar Dragonmark House. No one gets in or out of the city without their permission. I have business interests on Regalport. I know you deal with delivering spell components for your wizard’s guilds. I want you to deliver a load of House Jorasco spice to help the people on that city. Are you willing to do this for me?”

Seeing Devlin’s look of mulling the idea over, the halfling lord takes that as a sort of acceptance and continues.

“Of course,” Popora says, “Were it something as simple as delivering spice, I would hire any tug captain to do it. There is another matter at Regalport I need addressed.

“I have two children. Zonnos here is my eldest.” He motions towards the other Halfling on the mat on the right, who belts out a belch as the shifters hoot. “My youngest child, Mika, is on Regalport on clan business. Since the quarantine was imposed and the blockade put in place, there has been no word from her. The Dragonmarked House has been less forthcoming with information, and it is not interested in the problems of a concerned parent. I want you to head to Regalport and find Mika. She is young . . . and impulsive. I worry for her well-being. Can I trust you to this delicate matter?”

Gian puts himself between the shifter and Devlin and Rothaide causing the shifter to bump into him instead. The shifter growls at Gian who in turn meets the shifter’s stare. After a tense moment, the shifter turns and strides off towards the corridor.

Vago looks at the group with a raised eyebrow and leads the way past the doors. The group enters a large and dimly lit chamber which noticeably looks like the insides of a Talenta halfling tent. The large richly furnished room divides into three separate areas of colorful weaved floor mats. One of the mats is directly ahead, and one is to either side. Each mat is placed on a die, raised dais.

An old halfling with graying hair and wide, alert eyes occupies the mat directly ahead. The platform is festooned with rich tapestries and silk pillows. Three female Aerenal elves dressed in stylish robes stand nearby. Two halflings guards flank the mat.

The mat to the right is occupied by a built Halfling, younger than the one ahead of the group. He seems muss less alert and is smoking from sort of contraption. He shares the dais with three large shifters, who are laughing and joking with one another.

The mat to the left is empty and lacks even pillows or other Talenta accoutrements.

Behind the group, Vago states, “His most mighty and powerful lord, his most wise and generous master, his most understanding and thoughtful leader, Popora ir’Boromar.”

At this, the occupants of the room look up as if expecting someone from the group to say something.

The group of Devlin, Rothaide and Gian made their way towards the dock area of Precarious. They eventually arrive without much encounter at a landing bay where they find a newly landed skycoach. Pairs of human laborers are moving crates off the vessel and stowing others aboard. Standing in front of the skycoach is a jade green warforged and a sleek, youthful looking halfling. The Halfling continues t o bark orders as the crew loads and offloads the ship. The warforged approaches you.

“You are here.” The warforged greets the group and introduces them to Vago, the Halfling overseeing the loading.

Vago seems alert and aware of his surroundings. He regards the group with a sharp glance.

“Get them aboard. Lord Popora expects us.” Vago shouts to the warforged. He obviously has a brusque and officious manner, and he seems loath to waste any words on the heroes.

The group looks at one another but when Devlin nods his consent; both Rothaide and Gian follow both the half-elf and the warforged aboard the skiff. They make themselves comfortable and wait for the skycoach to be filled. Devlin tries to make small talk with the halfling but is largely concentrated on the task at hand and proves to be capable, competent and focused on his task.

As soon as the cargo – mostly exotic foodstuff – are loaded and stowed, the ship takes off and heads to another potion of the City of Sharn.

* * *

The skycoach soars off from Lower Dura and into that of the Middle Menthis Plateau ward. It flies over the plateau, navigating between towers until it finally starts its landing towards the Little Plains.

To a visitor of the ward, the towers at Little plains appear inside out: instead of open central spaces surrounded by buildings attached to the outside of a tower, streets run around the outside of towers, giving access to very low doorways leading to cave like interiors. Halflings seem to negotiate these outside ledges with ease, and so do the dinosaurs many of them ride. It is into one of these outside ledges that the skycoach makes its way to and eventually lands.

Once the skycoach finally lands and the boarding doors open, Vago leads the group off the ship and instructs them to follow. Devlin, Rothaide and Gian follow the halfling off and Herald brings up the rear. As soon as they clear the skycoach, there is a flurry of motion as several halfling laborers start unloading the cargo.

“You should be honored that you are meeting with Lord Popora ir’ Boromar wishes to speak with you.” Vago states as he leads the group down a hallway that brings them deeper into the tower. “Among the Boromars, Popora’s name is legendary.”

Vago abruptly stops and looks up at the three taller humans as if sizing them up “I believe Lord Popora has almost supernatural instincts and have long ago learned not to second-guess his decisions.”

He then again turns his back and leads the group again down another corridor.

Rothaide turns and whispers to Gian. “What was that all about?”

Gian stares at the halfling’s retreating form and whispers back to his elven companion. “I’m not sure but I think we’ve just been insulted.”

Devlin shushes the two and quickens is pace to catch up with the halfling. They continue to make their way down several corridors. They pass corridors that are finely furnished with doorways carved from rare woods and art objects from different places enshrined in small, tastefully lit alcoves.

They eventually reach a large set of dark wood doors and Vago motions the group onwards… However, the door opens before the halfling can turn the latch and a huge, broad shouldered shifter storms through.

The skydocks of Precarious lean out into the air high above the Dagger River. Vast mystical cranes and magic lifts uses levitation and the power of Syrania to haul loads of cargo and people to and from the waterfront districts of Cliffside. An army of laborers transports good between the docks and the warehouses in the district – both the massive storage towers and the smaller warehouses. While sailors generally find entertainment in Cliffside, Precarious houses a variety of crafts and services. Mills and workhouses make immediate use of the raw materials brought up from the Dagger River, while a few dingy tavern, gambling dens, and dreamlily dealers provide the workers a chance to leave their cares – and their silvers – behind.

The Edge is one of these taverns located in the district. At this hour of early evening, there are only a few patrons within the establishment. Most of them are already half drunk that they don’t pay heed when a clocked figure silently makes its way towards the back of the room. Even in the dim light of the tavern, she could easily spot the two men who have been patiently waiting for her.

“Sorry it took me a while before I found the place.” Rothaide offered her apology as she sat beside Gian while still trying to hide herself under the shadows of her cloak.

“It’s no problem.” Devlin told her. “We haven’t been here for long. So what have you found out?”

“Is it safe to talk here?” Rothaide asked as she suspiciously looked around the room.

“It’s fine.” Gian tapped on a copper piece in the middle of the table. “I’ve infused it so that anyone a couple of feet from it would only hear mindless babble.”

“Ok, then.” Rothaide said, obviously more relaxed. “The priests at the Pavilion of the Host couldn’t offer much information regarding our new business partner. But I did acquire some from the halflings at the healing houses of Jorasco. You’ll be happy to note that he does not deal in slaves, poison or more deadly drugs. Popora does however deal with medicinal spices, which he consider relatively harmless and very profitable.”

“So basically you’re saying we’re dealing with a drug lord.” Devlin concludes to which the elf nods her assent.

“From what I’ve gathered at the various guilds, he’s a drug lord that can be trusted though.” Devlin shares.

“Our Lord Popora has build part of his reputation on his ability to be trusted. He keeps his word, once given. He supposedly lives up to the letter and the spirit of an agreement.

“He has been known to engage in altruistic acts that on the surface, at least benefits others. “Devlin continues. “Such actions are usually considered as a sign of weakness amongst the Boromars, but he has always turned whatever he does to an eventual profit.”

Both Rothaide and Gian had looks of people contemplating the pros and cons of the situation they were to enter into.

“What do we know of him personally?” Devlin turns towards the human artificer.

“He’s quite old.” Gian starts. “In his 120 years. He has survived several takeover attempts and skirmishes launched by rival organizations as well as in Clan conflicts. Each time, the opposing group was crushed utterly. He has no rivals – only competitors.”

Rothaide let out a short gasp of surprise.

“He employs a vast network of operatives but frequently hires outside his organization, either to give him deniability or to test business associates who want to deal with him long-term. Another halfling named Vago takes care of most of his dirty work.

“Popora entrusts parts of his business to his two offspring, Zonnos and Mika. Zonnos is smug and sedentary, like most other Boromars. Although he seems at times more interested in food and revelry rather than in ensuring the future of the family business. If you ask me, this behavior could be a ruse to throw off spies and competitors.

“Mika, on the other hand, seems to have Popora’s instincts for profitable business opportunities and pursues them with a zest that at times seems unbecoming of a Boromar.”

The table then turns silent as Devlin processes all the information. Rothaide watches her Captain of any signs that would hint her of what the latter is thinking while Gian leans back on his chair and watches the rest of the room.

After a few minutes, Devlin stands up and states “Well, we don’t want to keep our new business associates waiting do we?”

The three companions, head out towards the door. Gian taking time only to pause to pick up his copper piece on the tavern table and placing a couple of silver pieces as payment in its place.

her eyes reached as far as her eyes can see. the world below appeared mostly flat and dead, except for a skein of geese and other migratory birds drifting south west as fall continues to set in. she was seeing ghosts of the past. often happy ones. and resigns to the futility of living at all. it seemed all meaningless. and pointless. she wakes up to the crackling of the storm elemental. it had more spirit she thought, compared to the one held at the églantine. the églantine was rothaide's former home. it was a cruise ship. and she was its resident priestess.

it had just been several weeks before the awful incident where the plaque overwhelmed the crew. save her. and now she is hastily employed by devlin. a half elf wizard who owns the ravenstorm. her new home.

inside her chambers, she lights up two incense and set them apart in front of her. one on her left and the other on her right. she sits in the lotus position and begins to meditate and pray for souls departed. she misses her old friends terribly. she was both glad to be alive and disoriented for having survived. she is having pangs of guilt over it. why was she spared? she contemplates and offers her woes to boldrei.

her meditations are interrupted by a soft knocking at her door. it is the one called gian, beckoning her to join on an errand that the captain needs. the ghosts of the past would have to wait.

"Boromar?" Coreen muttered in disbelief. "I don't like this."

Devlin scratched his chin and looked at the jade-colored warforged. "Why would Lord Popora be interested in me?"

Coreen shook her head. "I don't want to deal with the Boromar Clan."

Ignoring the bookkeeper's ramblings, Gian turned the captain and asked, "Have you done business with Lord Popora before?"

"I try not to," Devlin muttered. "The Boomers deals with a lot of illegal stuff. I mostly keep to trading with wizards. He turned to Herald and added, "No offense to your lord."

"None taken," the warforged replied.

“I’ve heard of Lord Popora.” Devlin continued, “He’s one of the Boomers of Sharn, though not one of the Clan elders, he’s still quite powerful. He runs a vast network of legal and quasi-legal operations. Primarily dealing deals with smugglers.

“Individuals who have done work for Popora or his representatives say that Popora dealt fairly with them, honored their agreements, and paid on time.”

"At least he is willing to pay for your time and company," Gian commented.

Coreen looked at the young man and snorted. "Oh what do you know?" She muttered. "The Boomers are trouble."

"But it wouldn't hurt to pay the Lord a visit," Devlin replied. "With our funds severely depleted, we need to get some work."

"That is correct," the warforged answered.

"This is wrong," Coreen warned. "Lord Popora is vicious. He has a battalion of house wizards ready to kill you if you ever go against him."

"That's pretty much an exaggeration," Herald corrected. "He only has three house wizards."

"That I know," Coreen retorted. "And very malicious elven house wizards at that."

The captain fixed his coat. "Alright," he answered. "I'll go meet Lord Popora."

The warforged gave a brief nod. "I will be waiting for you in the docks at two hours time," he said as Gian led him out of the skyship.

"Hope you come back in one piece," Coreen commented.

"Don't worry," Devlin replied as he tightened his grip on his staff. "I have a feeling we'll be employed very soon. Besides I won’t be facing Lord Popora alone and unarmed."

“Gian,” Devlin turns back to the artificer “I would need you to check up on your old contacts and see what you can come up regarding this Lord Popora. I’m specifically looking for how his organization works.”

Gian took on a grim look as if the prospect of heading down to the city was not something he was looking forward to but eventually nodded back.

“Likewise, go get Rothaide from the galley.” Devlin added, “Tell her to do the same with the temples and with the Halflings at House Jorasco. Remind her to be discreet about her inquiries. I’ll meet you guys in exactly two hours at the Edge at Precarious.”

"Got it." Gian nodded back once more and headed down to the ship’s galley to look for the ship’s elven cleric.

“Where will you be?” Coreen asked.

“I’ll be checking out my own contacts.” Devlin stated as he walked off once more towards the Lyrandar tower and the city of Sharn.

Gian was standing on top of the Ravenstorm’s sterncastle currently overseeing the repairs on one of the four binding struts that support the ship’s elemental ring when he heard a pair of arguing voices coming from within the Lyrandar docking tower. From the sound, it was fairly obvious that both the ship’s captain and the ship’s bookkeeper have arrived and that both their missions to the city did not go as they had expected it would be.

“I hate to tell you this Devlin, but I told you we couldn’t trust the guild to provide us with any job!” Corren nagged his half-elf companion as she walked beside him, wagging her finger accusingly to his face.

“It’s not my fault the guild doesn’t have any job it can offer us for now.” Devlin ran his hand thru his now unruly hair as he exasperatedly answered. “Besides, it’s not as if your own contacts came up with something that could help our situation!”

Corren looked like she was about to say something but quickly got the look of someone who was at lost for words in what to say and simply stomped off towards the ship’s stairs heading for the crew cabins.

Taking his cue from the break in the conversation below, Gian took the chance to swing down from where he was and gracefully landed on the main deck between the new arrivals.

“If you two are done fighting; I think there’s someone who has been waiting for your return and that you should meet.” Gian stated as he led the others, who were still a bit surprised, towards the ship’s forecastle where a jade green warforged was standing by the ship’s rail and watching the city below.

At the sound of the group’s approach, the warforged looks up and moves towards them. Other than it’s color it is obvious that the warforged is unlike many of it’s kind – having a shorter, leaner and more refined version – something not suited for a regular warforged. It stands about a meter from the group and makes a polite reproduction of a cough.

“Excuse me, but I am looking for a particular individual, a certain Captain Devlin Sain d’Lyrandar.” Noting the looks of both humans turning towards the half-elf, the warforged continues its speech but now focuses its attention towards the Captain.

“I am Herald, a loyal servant of Popora ir’Boromar. Lord Popora desires a meeting to discuss a matter both of great urgency and extreme delicacy. The Lord requests you attend an audience with him and is willing to compensate well for both your time and attention.”

It took Devlin a couple of hours before he finished his rounds -- inspecting every nook of the skyship, delegating the tasks among crew members, and checking the ship's magical power source. Devlin kept a mental note of all the things he saw, from the leaking pipes beneath the mess hall to the dwindling food supply in the pantry.

Corren was right, Devlin thought as he entered his quarters. We need to get a job soon or this ship will fall apart.

"That's what I've been telling you since last week," Corren said as she followed the wizard into the room. "Our budget has been stretched real thin."

Devlin walked to the window and gazed into the city's sea-side market. "I'll be visiting the wizard's guild in an hour," he replied. "Hopefully the old geezers there would give us some work."

Corren gently shook her head. "Are you sure about that? Remember the last time they sent us to deliver one of their packages?"

"It wasn't that bad," the half elf answered, smiling.

"Not bad?" Corren repeated in a mocking tone. She drew out a small notebook and started flipping through the pages. "That two headed demon injured two sailors and obliterated our canon. We spent almost two thousand fixing the damages, not to mention the five hundred silver we used for spell components to bind the demon back to its box."

"But we still got paid in the end," Devlin said as he walked towards his closet. He saw the young bookkeeper's face flushing red as she recalled the gruesome incident.

"Barely enough to cover our damages," Corren checked her notes.

"That's why I have to go visit the wizards," Devlin replied as he brought out his coat and cape. "They're the only ones who can afford us."

"That's because we've been blacklisted everywhere else," Corren muttered to herself.

"The wizards won't turn their back on one of their own," Devlin said as he put on his coat. It was a fancy white suit with a couple of dangling medals pinned in front of the chest pockets. "And you've worked for a few of them before, right."

Corren rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me."

"We're the best in what we do," Devlin continued. "Those guild masters know that we're the fastest and most reliable ship to deliver their spell components and research materials."

"Well at least let me try to ask the other guilds," Corren muttered as she stuffed her notebook back on her pocket. "I still know a couple of smugglers working in the docks."

Devlin drew out the Staff of Gorlband from the closet and started polishing the oaken wood with his cape. "Okay, you can go check on your friends," he said. "But I want you back before sunset."

"Okay," Corren smiled as she helped the half elf fix his cape. "But who will be left here?"

"Let Gian watch over the ship," Devlin replied as he fixed his hair. He turned to the young girl and asked, "do I look like a dashing skyship captain?"

Corren shook her head. "It's not me your trying to convince. Good luck with the wizards."

Because of its airship docking tower, Sharn is also known as the gateway to Xen’drik. Built on the Central Plateau, Lyrandar Tower is one of the tallest structures in the city. It measures 2,000 feet in diameter at the bottom and 650 feet in diameter at the top.

The top floor of the tower houses the airship dockingport — one of the busiest centers of activity in Sharn. The tower is the first sight that most visitors see upon arriving in the city, and it is often the only place visited by people here on business or just passing through.

Lyrandar Tower offers a wide array of services to the travelers who pass through it. Just about any product the city has to offer is also available here, though at prices ten to fifteen percent higher than elsewhere in the city. But most travelers are willing to spend the extra money for the convenience of having everything they need sohandy. Most travelers that is... and yet...


“Captain!” Corren cried out as she stomped back unto the main deck of the Ravenstorm. She paid no heed to the various crewmembers greeting and passing her from the tower’s docking as she headed straight towards her goal which was the half-elf standing in the middle of the ship's deck.

”I’ve talked with the dock officer and we are cleared to stay for the next two days. It took me a great deal of convincing but I was able to lower the docking fees to something we can actually afford, but we’re running for funds Devlin. The fare of those passengers we have is simply not enough. We need to find a job soon!”

The half-elf wizard ignored his bookkeeper's plea as he proceeded to finish checking the docking procedures done by his crew who mostly were now off and heading down towards the city of Sharn for some badly needed rest and recuperation. Most of them were with him for quite sometime now and were adept with taking care of his ship but it didn’t hurt just to make sure everything was fine. He took a minute to take note note of the dim glow of the elemental ring had; indicating that the elemental of the ship has been suppressed. Once satisfied with the inspection, it was only then that Devlin d’Lyrandar faced the petite lass beside him.

“This is Sharn, Corren.” Devlin answered as he strode toward the ship’s helm. “We’ll find something.”

“Well it better be sooner. We’re running low on funds and I still have a long list of supplies that we need to purchase.” Corren answered as she followed her Captain.

They arrived at the helm where a tall human was in the process of making final adjustments on the ship’s controls.

“Raven has been suppressed, Captain.” Gian reported as turned towards the new arrivals, the glow of his Mark of Storm fading as he removed his hands from the dark wood of the ship’s wheel of air and water - the source of the ship’s control over the ship’s elemental.

Devlin nodded his acknowledgement as he continued to inspect the controls at he helm.

“Most of the crew has reported that they’re taking their R&R but we’ve got a skeleton crew on board just in case. We need, however, to make some repairs on the binding struts. The one in the aft section is sort of wobbling.” Gian stated as he made way for Devlin.

“And how much is that going to cost us?” Corren asked the taller human who was clearly intimidated despite their difference in size.

“Ummm…” Gian faltered and pushed back his spectacles. “Not much, we can always improvise.”

“DEVLIN!” Corren shouted to her captain who visibly winced at the sound. “We need to find a job now!”

Boromar heiress

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"Chuck"

Boromar Bodyguard

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Corren Syndrel
"5th level Human Expert"

This petite and slender human girl with long flowing dark hair and deep blue eyes serves as the Ravenstorm's bookkeeper and Devlin's personal assistant. She wears loose, simple garments and keeps a serious face whenever she does her bookkeeping. She's likewise in charge of all the ship's schedules and logistics keeping the ship's captain to deal with the ship's other functions.










Gian
5th level Human Artificer +

Mild mannered and bespectacled, this human male has only joined the crew of the Ravenstorm for less than a year. He serves as the ship's artificer as well as the ship's reserve pilot.

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Devlin Sain d'Lyrandar's ship is a heavily modified Lyrandar airship. A rich explorer named Derrend Montis commissioned the creation of the ship and used it as his personal transport. Wanting a vessel that was both well armed and inconspicous, Derrend went to great lengths to increase the ship's combat capabilities without concealing any outward sign of its modifications. While in his care, the ship was named Ravenstorm. The ship was used as an exploration vessel until Derred died, at which time it was sold to the Sharn military. The ship was used during the Last War as a military vessel. It was then discovered in the wreckage of Cyre where it was then recovered, repaired, and sold to Devlin Lyrandar.

The ship isn't pretty, but it packs a punch. Under its scarred, dented hull are sereval modifications both mundane and magical. Primarily to these is the binding of an intelligent yet fickle minded storm elemental (fondly called by the ship's pilot as Raven)into the ship's matrix instead of an air elemental. The ship has been upgraded to allow the storm elemental to discharge it's bolt of lightning once per minute as instructed by the ship's pilot.

The Ravenstorm: Colossal vehicle; Airworthiness +8; Shiphandling –2; Speed Fly 120 ft. (average), Overall AC –1 Hull sections 1,000 (crash 250 sections); Section hp 80 (hardness 10); Section AC 5; Ram 12d6; SA thunder and lightning, storm ring; SQ resistance to electricity and sonic 10, air mastery, hover; Space 90 ft. by 300 ft.; Height 50 ft. (storm ring has 110-ft. diameter); Watch 20; Complement 150; Cargo 30 tons; Cost 92,000 gp.
Airmastery: Airborne creatures take a -1 penalty on atatck and damage rolls against the Ravenstorm.
Thunder and Lightning: Once per minute, the Ravenstorm's pilot can as a full-round action, direct the storm ring's elemental to emit a blast of thunder coupled with a bolt of lightning. The thunder deals 8d6 sonic damage to all creatures within 60 feet of the ship. A Fortitude DC 24 save halves this damage. The lightning is a 120-foot-long line that deals 16d6 electricity damage. A Reflex DC 24 save halves this damage.
Hover: Despite its maneuverability rating, an airship can hover and has no minimum speed required to maintain air travel. It cannot turn in place, however.
Ring: The Ravenstorm uses a storm elemental elemental. It deals 3d6 sonic and electricity damage to any creature or object passing it.
Aura: Strong conjuration, CL 15th.
Construction: Bind Elemental, greater planar binding, 46,000 gp, 3,680 XP, 92 days.
Price: 92,000 gp.

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Male Half-elf 5th Level Wizard / 4th Level Elemental Savant (Air)
Neutral Good
Member of House Lyrandar

Str 10 Dex 14 Con 14
Int 18 Wis 10 Cha 12

HP 46 AC 17
Int +2 Speed 30

Fort +5 Ref +5 Will +6
Melee +4 Range +6

Feats: Energy Substitution, Least Dragonmarked, Lesser Dragonmarked, Combat Casting, Spell Penetration, Spell Mastery, Scribe Scroll, Summon Familiar

Languages: Common, Draconic, Dwarven, Elven, Auran

Dragonmarked abilities: fog cloud x1/day, wind's favor x1/day

Familiar: Cat

Skills: Alchemy +8 (4 + 4), Appraise +8 (4 + 4), Balance +8 (4 + 4), Bluff +4 (2 + 2), Concentration +14 (12 + 2), Diplomacy +6 (2 + 2 + 2), Gather Info +6 (2 + 2 + 2), Knowledge (Geography) +8 (4 + 4), Knowledge (Arcana) +12 (8 + 4), Profession – Sailor +8 (8 + 0), Knowledge (Planes) +12 (8 + 4), Spellcraft +16 (12+4), Move Silently +4 (0 + 2 + 2), Listen +1 (0 + 0 + 1), Search +5 (0 + 4 + 1), Spot +1 (0 + 0 + 1)

Special Abilities: Air Elemental Transition (Allied Energy - Electricity), Immune to magical sleep effects, darkvision 60', Resistance to electricity 10, Elemental Focus (Save DC versus electricity spells are +1), Elemental Penetration +1

Racial Abilities: Immunity to sleep spells and similar magical effects, and a +2 racial bonus on saving throws against enchantment spells or effects, Low-Light Vision (can see twice as far as a human in starlight, moonlight, torchlight, and similar conditions of poor illumination), +1 racial bonus on Listen, Search, and Spot checks, +2 racial bonus on Diplomacy and Gather Information checks.

Spells Memorized: 5-5-4-3-1
I -- Hand of Blue Flame x2 (Burning Hands with Electrical energy substitution), True Strike, Feather Fall, Grease
II -- Fog Cloud, Levitate, Sphere of Blue Flame x2 (Flaming Sphere with Electrical energy substitution), Dimension Leap
III -- Dispel Magic, Lightning Bolt, Stinking Cloud
IV -- Stoneskin, Ice Storm, Wall of Ice
V -- Cloudkill

Magic items: Bracers of defense +3, Staff of Gorlband, Bavesh's Wand of Blue Flame, Silver Dagger x2, Bag of holding (type A), Sharn's Medal of Valor

Spellbooks: Tome of the Blue Flame, Gorlband's Journal, War Wizard's Manual I, Frendula Codex

Spells in Spellbook:
I - True Strike, Obscuring Mist, Grease, Burning Hands, Magic Missile, Charm Person, Identify, Feather fall, Shocking Grasp
II - Flaming Sphere, Locate Object, Levitate, Dimension Leap, Mirror Image, Fog Cloud, Gust of Wind
III - Dispel Magic, Lightning Bolt, Stinking Cloud, Sleet Storm, Wind Wall, Gaseous Form
IV - Polymorph, Stoneskin, Defenestrating Sphere, Solid Fog, Ice Storm, Wall of Ice
V - Storm Touch, Cone of Cold, Cloudkill

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Rothaide Lareine

Female Elf Cleric 7/Void Disciple 2
Neutral Good

Str 10 Dex 12 Con 13
Int 10 Wis 20 Cha 10

HP 43 AC 11 (10)
Int +1 Speed 30

Fort +6(+7) Ref +3(+4) Will +6(+11)
Melee +6 Range +7

Feats: Heighten Spell, Spell Penetration, Greater Spell Penetration,Combat-Casting, Armor Proficiency (heavy), Armor Proficiency (light), Armor Proficiency (medium), Shield Proficiency, Simple Weapon Proficiency, Spell Penetration.

Languages: Common, Elven.

Cleric Abilities: Turn undead

Elf Abilities: Immunity to sleep spells, +2 save bonus vs Enchantment spells, Low-light vision, Proficient with long sword, rapier, proficient with most bows

Skills: Listen +7, Search +2, Spot +7, Concentration +13, Spellcraft +12

Equipment: Backpack, Healer's Kit, Silver Holy Symbol of Boldrei, Spell Component pouch, Periapt of Wisdom +4, Cleric's vestments (Black Kimono), Wand of Magic Missiles (9th), Cape of mountebank

* * *

A strange and deadly illness has befallen the crew of the Eglantine (a cruise ship). Rothaide survived, and only because Lapérousse (a barge ship), came in time and was able to bring her safely aboard and save her. She was the on board priest assigned to do religious ceremonies (mostly marriage ceremonies), councilling, some diplomatic engagements, medical responsibilities and even sometimes food preparation, The cruise ship spends months sometimes to a year out at sea or in space that sometimes people develop some mental disorders. And it is Rothaide's job to fix them. Unfortunately, the kind of illness that befell the Englantine was beyond her capabilities to fix, so she quarantined herself at the ship's medic bay until she was rescued. From inside the medic bay, she was able to contact a distant discple of the void and arrange a rescue. A few days more she could have died as well. People blamed her for the mysterious malady which befell the Eglantine, having survived the ordeal. And she was constantly met with suspicous stares. Afraid that the situation might get worse, that it might turn into an uncontrollable mob out to burn her at the stake, she took employment a couple of months later. She was forced to find refuge under the employment to another notorious ship called the Ravenstorm captained by Devlin Lyrandar who doesnt seem to mind Rothaide's past.

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Timothy O'Rourke
Male Human Factotum 1/Spellthief 1/warmage 3/Sand Shaper 2/Unseen Seer2
True Neutral

Str 8 Dex 14 Con 10
Int 18 Wis 8 Cha 16

HP 28 AC 20(15)
Int +3 Speed 30

Fort +1(+3) Ref +6(+8) Will +9(+11)
Melee +2 Range +6

Feats: Touchstone, Able Learner, Practiced Spellcaster, Master Spellthief, Versatile Spellcaster, Silent spell.

Langages:Common, Goblin, Elven, Draconic, Dwarven, Halfling.

Skills: Balance +10, Bluff +8, Concentration +11, Decipher Script +7, Diplomacy +11, Heal +1, Intimidate +10, knowledge(arcanna) +9, Knowledge(Nature) +8, Listen +7, Move Silently +10, Search +12, Sense Motive +3, Spellcraft +17, Spot +7, Survival +3, Tumble +8, Use Magic Device +8

Equipment: Headband of Intellect +2, Amulet of Natural Armor +1, Ring of Protection +1, Slippers of Spider Climbing, Rod of Sudden Empower, Minor Schema: Invisibility, Gloves of Dexterity (+2), Chain Shirt +1, dagger(masterwork silver), crossbow,light, bolts 3 cases (30pcs), Vest of Resistance +2, Stone Figurine (req. Touchstone)

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