The Windspell Adventurers' Guild - Forum RP

[Steve]

Let me get this straight, we now have 2 of the seven coins we seek. Both just seemed to find us and not the other way around?

And you think the first one we found lead us to the Friendly Arms Inn when it fell from your hand and landed on the crudely drawn map near the fire at the Blade and Stars Inn?

Caed sits with Castyl, Mim, perhaps their temporary companion Memmon...around a table, drink and provisions feeding their debate over there situation. The Windspells speak and act openly, as if they are the only souls present within the Rising Phoenix, besides the staff.

In order to address Castyl's questions, Caed asks Mim to produce her coin, at and while the same time, he frantically begins to search his own pockets for the Jade Eight.

Then:

Having arrived at Beregost and had a few minor unlucky events mar the days. The coin is once again being examined almost without plan. Placed down on a table. You cannot help but notice an advert on the table underneath the coins for some event at FAI. A wry smile, something of no import, or an eternal calling.

Someone there must surely know by now why the coins are wanted there or do they, indeed, are they, wanted there.

"Another drink Barman when you have mopped that accident up!"

Caed stared now at the tabletop, intensely, but almost in disbelief.

"Are my eyes to be believed, that a similar sign unfolds before us, not only similar, but confirmed by these two Coins acting as one...mind?!?"

Caed looks up in equal parts surprise and desperation, in his eyes, looking directly to Castyl, Mim, and perhaps Memmon.

"Shall we simply let the winds guide us? Even if we are pushed back to where we once failed to find any answers?!"

Then Caed looks around the Inn, as if that would help his next statement: "And where in the hells has Elspeth disappeared too? I am, with deep worry over her safety...the lands outside the townships are dangerous beyond imagination, to any single being in action.

This is why we Windspells stay together! Or so we thought...."

Caed frowns, his thoughts obviously on the strange goings-on that he just now has spoken on.

[Vermilion]

Elspeth spent night after night in the cavern-cell, deep beneath the Wood of Sharp Teeth. She was able to hide in the shadows at the back of her cell and the orcs, constantly fending off incursions by questing adventurers, forgot that she was there. In her hunger, she ate all the mushrooms she had gathered for the halfling raw. This, mixed with the constant darkness, a fever caused by drinking dirty water, and her obsessional study of the draconic tome, has had a slightly alarming effect on her sanity.

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The rest of the entry is scrawled in poorly worded Draconic.

[Steve]

Some things go horribly right...for The Windspells.

[Steve]

Within the Friendly Arm Inn....

Caed sits at a table, amidst the hustle and bustle of the Inn's main room. His face shows a pensive expression, as thoughts lay heavy on his brow.

He lays an arm and open hand upon the table top—a Coin appear there, in his palm. He slowly closes his hand...and the coin rolls away, spinning that slowing to lay face up, just out of his reach, upon the same table.

Caed speaks, in a normal voice, though unto the Coin, itself: "I know you, for weeks, now...yet I know nothing about you. Why do you stay, with me? Why do you not go, to your brothers? For all this time, I cannot say I possess you, but you stick to the Windspells, as if there is reason to it...reason that I have no insight to perceive!"

Caed balls his hand to fist, and with some force, pounds it on the table, just to see the coin wobble. He then continues his monologue at The Coin:

"I have asked you to show us the way...and thus you did. I did not ask you to leave us, to your Brothers...but I also did not keep you from them. Your other Brother sits with Mim...does he also act in such a challenging manner, as you?"

Caed looks around...perhaps looking to find another person, that which bears his Coin's "brother."

"Your divine mystery eludes me...and here, I once thought, it was my calling to protect your and your siblings...."

Caed abruptly stands from the table, turning and stepping away—he pauses his motion, and then, checks his breast pocket by placing his palm over it, feeling the contents there, and signing, with a smile.

"Come along then, as you wish...I think some rest and rejuvenation, is the next best step."

Heading up towards the rented rooms, Caed looks as if a man tired, from forces beyond his control.

[Steve]

Between the Red and the Black....

Starring: Castyl Devillars, Caed Wynter-Rose, Mimosa and Elspeth Dhavoor

Special Guests: DM Spartacus

A ship's surgeon from a vessel leaving the Coast towards the Isle of Silver, presents an option for the Windspell Adventurers' Guild to make use of the travel—but for a cost.

Finding themselves upon the waves, the Windspells decipher clues written down in mysterious tomes...in order to come to a small volcanic island...that which seems "to be on the edge of a large collection of small islands...stretching out into the distance...might be 20 or more."

Caed Wynter-Rose makes a drawing and notes, in his growing collection of mapped regions, of the Sword Coast.

Upon the small volcanic island... the "green" marks the spot:

/// had to go color, because the X was lost in B&W...

As it would seem...the Pirate was not lying...and the Colour of Money, truly was a treasure map:

The adventure concluded, the ship's Captain remunerated, the Windspells were seen again, back at the Friendly Arm, weary, hungry, but talkative...they spoke openly about the Rabbit's Foot Coin:

[Steve]

In following evenings—after the Windspells returned via teleport to the Friendly Arm after their adventure with Stand Still, the ship surgeon, to the Isle of Silver—Caed Wynter-Rose can be found spending late nights at the bar of the Friendly Arm, drinking to his hearts desire. It seems, as of late, the coffers are laden, and he spends freely, even paying for others to drink with him.

Near the end of these evenings, with much wine in the blood, Caed talks more freely about the truth of Whitey's map, his master work book called the Colour of Money, were it described the path to rich treasure.

When pressed, Caed dismisses any idea of treasure of the normal kind: coin, jewels, ancient swords and armors. Instead, he talks about the treasure of time, of magic imbued things, that which borders the fissure between divine and arcane, the Art and the Power.

If pressed, he will pull out a coin to show, that which he calls by a name, the Rabbit's Foot, and gives example to the luck that such a thing, can give. He also talks—slightly slurred at this moment—about how he knows there is mad man with fiery hair that would probably resort to more violence in order to have this coin, which then Caed laughs in funny way, about this mad man....and his chances, unless, the mad man would actually speak a request to the coins.

It is then that Caed confides to a listener, about a number of coins "...in our possession."

Soon, coming to realization that he has had his full of spirits, Caed excuses himself, to return to his secure and rented room.

That Caed would likely repeat his appearance at the bar in successive nights, most likely shows the observer that he is waiting for something.

[DM Spartacus]

Another drinker at the bar, the recipient of some free drinks, and grateful for it, finds himself tuned in to the level of worldly insight and speech that Caed has achieved. "Slir thing is, thing is, and...you need to know dis. That madman you talk about, who sby the sway is barred from this very place, and, and the thing was he is mad. He does not speak! Not as smart as you and ...and...me." He swirls his glass in apparent dismay. "Who drank that eh, that is the real question here!"

[Vermilion]

Elspeth Dharvoon, who looks to have used her share of the treasure to improve her wardrobe, interjects to point out how risky and potentially dangerous magical coins can be at any opportunity that seems appropriate (and several that are not)..

An observant onlooker, however, would note that the finely attired lady cannot help but stare greedily at the coins if they are presented.

[DM Spartacus]

Spotting Elspeth the drinker continues with his words of wisdom. "Your ladyshoop, you, you..thing is you have a great very clever brain, but! But and I tell you this Coins. *pauses* Coins cannot be kept. hmm they are a weight and a burdin. Friends fall in, foes gather graspin', and worse still ya start dreamin'

No what you want to do is be off with them. erm yeah. "looks at his empty glass. "You know, ya could even fill that fella up there and be free of your worries!"

[Steve]

"Tis best madness...chaos...is barred within the Inn. No place could hold the name Friendly Arm, if not some rules set a the foundation." responds Caed, to the fellow bar mate. "If any are mad, it is by choice...for no doubt, there sit healers of exceptional divine grace, that could straighten a man's mind back into their rightful state. Unless, well...we are talking about a person that is not really a Man...."

Caed then hears Elspeth's additional response, and following, the bar mates reply. Seeing the bar mate twirl and empty glass, Caed does the polite thing, and waves to Bentley to see the man's drink refilled.

"I tell you this, good sir...what is a coin, or a Coin, if not a tool in which to barter with greater ease? If it cannot be a vehicle that gets you what you want, than it is but a useless thing. Thus, when a thing has value, it must be bartered for equal value, shall it not?"

Caed drinks up his last sip in his wine glass, and again, makes a move that would take him from the bar, to his secure room. But he says one more thing, before going:

"This mad man you may know...first he begged, then he brawled. Madness or no...his care for none but himself is a typical trait...of those I despise. I will not deal with one with no Code or love of honor. If that mad man has any sense of self left, he would be wise to send another in his place, to achieve his wants. I have no need of carrying these Coins, especially as you say, they place a burden upon the bearer—and of those words you say, I truly agree. May as well toss the Coins to sea...if nothing can be offered to benefit my fellows in the Windspell Adventurer's Guild.

And one thing you seem to not know, good sir...is that a great mystery shall be unraveled when all the brothers are together, of that I am certain. And as the High Watcher of Helm said within the temple, "There is a faith wide warning here of change on the Coast...something for all the Coast to concern itself with...," and we Windspells have taken upon us this quest, this adventure of seemingly great importance. And where there is great importance, there is great reward."

[MadSeer]

"Ask and you shall receive." A silver-haired man said aloud as he approached the people gathered at the bar, clad in his usual blue and silver chainmail. Dangling from his neck was a chain from which hung a silver coin, the face of a lady and shamrocks engraved in the metal.
He held up a finger to Bentley, ordering himself a tankard of foaming ale.

"Couldn't help myself but listen in on your conversation. You want to unravel the mystery of the Coins. One thing's for sure, when Tymora's involved, there's fortune to be found." He grinned before introducing himself. "Aegle Addams, priest of Tymora. I have a special interest in the Seven Sons. Maybe I have something to offer the Windspell Guild."

[Steve]

"Well met sir," Caed responds, and depending on the day—or not—he may or may not be inebriated in good spirit. "You speak of fortune, and your faith may bring divine knowledge to practical need. I speak for myself, and perhaps for my fellow Windspells, but please...speak freely and honestly if your offer."

[MadSeer]

Aegle chugged down part of his drink, wiping the foam from his lips with the back of his hand. His gaze set on the adventurer, Caed, and took on a serious tone. "Straight to the point, I need the Coins. Not only do I need them, a set of magical items like these won't stay in the same hands for long, nor are they meant to. Here's my proposal: I help you, you help me. You have my full services until we find the remaining coins and discover the underlying mystery. Whatever fortune awaits along the way is yours, except for the Seven Sons, which I keep to help the mad man you've met, Teris."

[Steve]

"Here's my proposal: I help you, you help me. You have my full services until we find the remaining coins and discover the underlying mystery. Whatever fortune awaits along the way is yours, except for the Seven Sons, which I keep to help the mad man you've met, Teris."

Caed does not take long in pondering the statement, before issuing a response.

"Well good sir...what is it exactly that the Windspells gain, from your service? If you are offering a future of fortune, then...that is gamble, you offer. Why would we, the Windspells, not keep the Coins and ourselves, aid the mad man? That would be a more direct means of reaching the resolve of the mystery...would it not?"

Caed continues: "But good sir, I only speak for myself. The Windspells possess Coins, and that is not a thing that I alone can offer you...since that is what you desire, as it seems. Or perhaps...you wish to change your offer?"

[burbles]

Caed's tales of treasure of less normal kind found an ear in white haired, yet smooth-skinned woman in expensive looking black robes, listening carefully as soon as she confirmed that those are not idle talk of a fortune seeker.
"There are treasures like that (there must be!)" - she'd aggree, but the coin by itself she carfully observes, not fast to make a judgement, thinking to herself, that "It may yet prove to be a monkey's paw, not rabbit's foot. There's already a mad man out to get it."

Next time a drinker at the bar speaks more of that man, the woman nods to herself - the coins are not all blessing, apparently.

"Well said!" - she commented after Caed's reply to Aegle - that aggravating tymoran she met earlier and would rather not stand next to, but for this occasion, - "And I don't want the coins, but I'm curious of what fortune or misfortune they will bring, and where it will lead you, for I was waiting a long time for something like this to pass through here."
"I'm Babura, a priestess of experience and of rare ability to deal with magical items." - she introduced herself.
"So, do you gather them or do you not?" - Babura asked with impatience, - "The coins must be instrumental to your quest, you can't just drop them - and from what I hear, indeed you cannot. And yet you sound unsure, perhaps you were lacking something?"