Session 85.5

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TMG:Hokay! So.

Gnogglebolt:If the party arrived in town 2nd, and the last day played was the 3rd, then this is -likely- the 4th. At any rate, in the same day Gnogglebolt is taking care of all his other errands (the fliers at the Talespinner, catching Drit and Ezekiel), Gnogglebolt heads to an old wizard's tower in the Arcaner District he's been to before.

Gnogglebolt:Remembering from his last visit, he stops by a food stall on the way and purcahses some very high-quality cheese (deducting 5 sp).

Gnogglebolt:And with that side-detour taken care of, he proceeds onto the Destraliss tower. When he arrives, he uses the knocker on the door.

GM:&quot;Did you bring any cheese?&quot; booms the familiar magic mouth doorbell.

Gnogglebolt:&quot;Yes, I did.&quot; Gnogglebolt says with a smirk.

Kaerka:The door cracks open after a while. &quot;Good afternoon.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:&quot;Hello again, miss Kaerka.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, bowing politely. &quot;Is mister Destraliss available? I have a few questions I'd like to ask him, if he's got the time.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:The wrapped hunk of high-quality cheese is in his hand.

Kaerka:She seems to take a while, looking over Gnogglebolt as if trying to place his face... &quot;... Oh, you're the Kemmerist who isn't a Kemmerist. I will go ask. Would you please come inside to wait?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt chortles. &quot;Yep, that's me. And certainly.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt follows her inside and takes a seat.

Kaerka:The pink-haired gnome heads up the spiral staircase of the tower once you're seated. Luckily, the rug from last time isn't here to snag your ankles.

Gnogglebolt:Gnogglebolt breifly wonders where it went. Ah, but the tower of a wizard is sure to change from time to time.

Kaerka:Indeed -- I swear that vase just moved.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... fff Khazum muse y u elude me. &gt;:d

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt casts a suspicious eye over the vase. Oooh, so -that's- the new animated shenannigan...

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">It takes a few minutes, but eventually, the old mustached wizard comes down the staircase, a small bat hanging off his robe sleeve comfortably. &quot;Hello, there -- you are, again? I know you're not a member of the Society of Saltmarsh...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hello, mister Destraliss.&quot; Gnogglebolt says with a wave--incidentally, using the hand that held the cheese. &quot;I was here before, months ago. Asking questions about the Spindlethorn brothers and how they used to be in your Society?&quot;


 * Khazum Destraliss 's eyes follow the cheese. :9 -- I mean! &quot;-- Ahhh, you, I remember now. You had an elf with a red third-eye gem in her forehead last time.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Indeed.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, nodding.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;It has been a long time, and I was just wondering if you could entertain a few new questions from me?&quot;

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm... that depends on the nature of the questions, doesn't it? What are they?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well, first I suppose I'd like to ask if you heard about the raid on the Sargano family, found to be in league with the Blackskulls, a little over a month ago?&quot;

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Yes. Terrible.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">(Ah! -finally- found which old log it was where they visited previously...oooh, Khazum -did- give us the name of the leader, Brent Kennebec. :. And oops, he wasn't -a- vampire, just apprenticed -to- one. But by now...heh. Also, can play Gnogglebolt legimitately misremembering that.)

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt nods. &quot;Indeed it was. Still though, we think that was quite a blow to the Blackskull cabal...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;And, since my troupe has been gone for the past month and we only just arrived back in town, and I was wondering if--since you're a man connected to magical circles--you had heard anything new about the Blacksulls this past month.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;We know we haven't yet gotten to the leader you told us about, the vampire, and there's also a man with many names running about, what were they...oh, Morgan, Zach, Adrian, Francis York...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Anyway, if you have heard anything knew about them, or if you know of someone who would have heard of something knew, that would be most helpful.&quot;


 * Khazum Destraliss sighs. &quot;... you would be better off asking the Leaden Mace Society if you want current news on the Blackskulls. I've heard that they've been chasing down members.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt rubs his chin. &quot;Hmm. Actually, I'm currently working with people who are part of the Leaden Mace.&quot;

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;I'm afraid much of my knowledge is three years out of date. Though, to a necromancer, time means less than it does to others, you could say.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though, I don't think I've actually gone to their place to really check up on what they know...&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Well...aside from the Mace, do you know of any other collegues or contacts of yours who's ears might be closer to the ground on this?&quot;


 * Khazum Destraliss shakes his head. &quot;... I'm sorry. I could tell you about the past of the Blackskulls... but not their present or their future, which you're doubtless more interested in.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt clasps his hands and thinks. &quot;...Actually, knowing about their past might help me find them in the present. Even small details could help point in the right direction.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;What can you tell me about the history of the Blackskulls?&quot;

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">Diplomacy check?

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Hup. *rummage rummage open character sheet*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Diplomacy: &#171; &#160;1d20+15 = 1 + 15 = 16&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">*headdesk*

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">well, his attitude should at worst be indifferent... &gt;.&gt;

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;... They were once the Society of Saltmarsh.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt crinkles his eyebrows. &quot;All of them? I thought it was just the Spindlethorns?&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... bluh. Man, my head is really not in it today. =w=;

TMG:<font color="#000000">&gt;:

TMG:<font color="#000000">session 24 is where the original meeting was, if that helps...

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;I can't speak for their present members, much as many of the current members of the Society would never touch necromancy. But the Blackskulls are not an old organization... and their roots were laid in the Society.&quot; The wizard is not looking at Gnogglebolt.

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;The current Society is the result of... a schism within the old. The old split into two organizations; the Society, and the Blackskulls.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt falls silent and lets the man talk as he pleases. He can tell this is obviously a painful, embarrasing subject for his profession.

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">He seems reluctant to say more.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">When it seems as if the man won't talk on his own anymore, Gnogglebolt cautiously speaks up again. &quot;So...there was more than just the leader, and the Spindlethorns? There were others? Can you...tell me their names?&quot;

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;There would be little point to it. Much of the 'old guard' has already been captured or killed.&quot;

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;Speak with the Leaden Mace. They would be able to give you a more current list of suspected members.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Getting the feeling that the man doesn't want to be disturbed anymore, even though a list of the old names could possibly help find connections to the new, Gnogglebolt nods. &quot;Very well. Thank you for your time, mister Destraliss.&quot;

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;You're welcome.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt realizes he's still holding the hunk of cheese, and holds it out.

Khazum Destraliss:<font color="#000000">&quot;-- Oh! Thank you.&quot; The wizard's face brightens a little as he takes the cheese.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">Gnogglebolt stands up, bows politely, and turns to leave, giving Kaerka another polite smile as he passes.

Kaerka:<font color="#000000">The gnome nods as Gnogglebolt passes. &quot;Had you any other business here today, sir?&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He shakes his head. &quot;No, that was all--&quot; He then stops and thinks about something.

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">He reaches into his cargo pack and pulls out a sheet of paper from a stack and hands it to her. It's one of his fliers. He holds up his heand as he begins to speak. &quot;No, I don't expect you to actually stop by yourself. I know you've got a well-set life here. But, if you know of anyone else who might be interested, could you pass this along? And if you know any other gnomes, tell them...that an ally of New Kemmer is preparing.&quot;

Kaerka:<font color="#000000">&quot;You've even got fliers...&quot; She looks vaguely amused before pocketing the flier. &quot;If any stop by, I will pass it on.&quot;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thank you.&quot; Gnogglebolt says, before leaving the tower.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Dat natural 1. =w=;

Gnogglebolt:<font color="#000000">aaaand cut?

TMG:<font color="#000000">Yeah. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And cut.

TMG:<font color="#000000">Only roll in the entire minissession!

TMG:<font color="#000000">alrighty. Shall I bring this down now?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Suresure.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">As for me, I'm gonna catch a nap. ^^;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The back and forth sucked the energy right out of me. -.-

TMG:<font color="#000000">I know, I know, it did the same to me. &gt;:

TMG:<font color="#000000">Horrible indecicive family. -3-

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