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"Apologies R'leigh... images say more than words. Good luck to you all. I will call on you in a few days for an update." The Aboleth spoke as the group was headed out the door. "So long, friends" Saxon said. "Maybe I'll see you again?" The hazy sunlight shone through the gap in the buildings...

Pembroke's eyes seemed to focus on Elysandre. Once Oromet corrected her, the Aboleth's eyes started flaring up again. For one moment, everything was fine for Elys, but the next everything she was seeing completely changed. She saw a dark, blood stained alleyway. Then her vision caught a look at...

The Aboleth turned its massive body around and started drifting left while it listened to the group's questions. Saxon was growing irritated at the suggestion that Hamlet was responsible for the killing. "Listen here, gal. Mister Delucco was just as surprised by the news as anybody. He didn't...

"Whats wrong with being a troublemaker? I make trouble for a living." The Elf chuckled. He noticed the other people entering the room. "Ah, good. The others have arrived. Now maybe we can get down to business?" As the other two made way in and took seats, the blue pane of glass behind...

The man known as Pembroke chuckled. "It's not as if you'd tell me if you were. Oh well, I'll have to pick up a box of Lucky Strikes after today. So a cleric with interest in this investigation... could it be you're trying to impress the Inquisitorium, or has your god chosen this path for you?"...

The Elf made a face like he was about to say something, but stopped himself. He smiled at Martel and stood up to shake his hand. “Likewise. Does Dominion know you’re representing them or are you from the Office of Inquisition? Can’t say I’ve worked with that lot before.” Martel had heard of...

Once a gleaming beacon of hope for humanity, the religious city-state of Dominion has been superseded by the order of mages known as The Circle, changing the city in both name and function. Grand Nocturne serves as a trading focal point for the realm of Paladina, as well as a place of refuge for...

Gem hit Oscar on the shoulder. “He’s talking about the goblins, friends. There could very well be hundreds of them.” He reached into his bag and produced his bag of coin. “Fifty gold up front like we agreed, and another fifty on completion, plus any treasure found during the journey. Libra, you...

Gem shrugged. “I mentioned goblins, and the warrior said he hates them. I’d take him just so we have guaranteed protection. I do agree a good scout would be beneficial.” He walked with Gem up to the stables where the mercenaries were waiting impatiently.

Gem tapped a finger on his chin and thought briefly. "That would be pretty bad. I know revenge is sometimes justified but it may only lead you down a road of bloodshed and evil. Perhaps there are more accommodating master of the dark arts willing to give you their power, like one who has a...

Gemma listened intently and betrayed no emotions towards anything he confessed. It was quite sad to hear about his village's demise. This talk of devils and blood pacts reminded him of a tribe of elves who served a great tree spirit, giving their bodies and souls to preserve the eternal wood...

Gem nodded and climbed up onto the big wooden crate, sitting on it with his legs crossed. He wanted to give Oscar his full attention and make his new friend feel comfortable. "I am an open minded man, Oscar. Whatever you tell me will be kept in confidence, and I will treat everything you say...

Gem nodded. "I agree. I'm thinking they were being chased. Well, I have to find my partner. Good luck to you." Gem said and went back to the inn, finding Oscar behind the building.

"I see" Gem responded. "Then you must be a skilled tracker. That may help us find the missing family. How well do you know these woods, the spooky forest filled with goblins?" Gem turned his energy level down to hopefully make her more comfortable.

After they left, Gem felt a pang of guilt that Libra didn't have a chance to advocate for herself. He went out of the inn and hurried to catch up. "Libra! Hold on" He called after her. "I'd like to hear you out as well. Warwick is probably least likely to get a bid from either me or my partner...

Gem folded his arms and looked at Warwick critically. “I’m not foolish enough to carry it around with me. You should know Elves better than that. We always keep our word. If you aren’t willing to take my word, then we have little to discuss. Whoever we choose will have first pick of the loot...

Gem's cheeks were red with embarrassment. Luckily Gillian came to his rescue. "Oh, hehe yes. Apologies, I am from a small village. Fifty gold is a yearly salary where I'm from. If any of you have a particular hatred of goblins, this job may be right for you. My associate will have the final say...

Gem nodded, though he didn't like these kinds of secretive things. The elf was always transparent about himself, though hardly anyone cared to ask about him. While Oscar was supposedly hiding behind the tavern trying to craft his next lie, Gem decided to greet the table of mercenaries...

Gemma folded his arms and looked at Oscar quite cross. "I don't think I'll tell you unless you can be honest with me. I hate secrets and lies. You kept muttering something about finishing what you started. Not to mention how you just passed out yesterday. For your safety as well as ours, I...

The bedroom door shut, and Gem opened his eyes. He had heard much of the writhing and whimpering coming from Oscar's bed. Laid in uncertainty, he didn't know how to help his new friend with whatever was tormenting him. He rose from the bed and started downstairs. The tavern was empty save for a...