Arcanum - Summoner: Goodbye, Arcanum?

Damn, this is one cold LP. Will you side with the bad guy at the end?

Absolutely fantastic. The detective subplot just keeps getting better. Love it!

korenzel said:

Use one to open the safe in the museum, I forgot what it contained but remember it was the only way.

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There's a quest-related schematic for making the key to that chest in the Wheel Clan. Also, I don't recall whether the container is breakable, but if so, our hero has already murdered everyone in that museum.

God damn, you are an LP machine. You've done more than half of Arcanum in about a week and made it highly entertaining.

I really need to step up my game.

The party travels quickly towards Stillwater, where possible information of Qintarra, the home of the elves, may be discovered and with it, perhaps the true fate of the Black Mountain Clan.

Fantastic! This is Stillwater! They have that cult here..uh, Gushanna or something. They have an orgy every year and call it a religious festival! We should go speak with some of the locals, eh? *He winks at Alain.*
We will do nothing of the sort. Have you forgotten why we came here in the first place? Joachim's telegram mentioned of an inn here. Come.
I...uh...sorry, sir.

The Bleeding Rose Inn...yes, I remember now...*Enters.* Innkeeper, I believe that Joachim has left something for me?

A book?


(Best I keep the text away from Torian. I wouldn't know how he'd react to this piece of information. If this information is correct, the Molochean Hand should be the good guys, but...why are they hunting me, not Arronax?) Innkeeper, do you know how to get to Qintarra, home of the elves, from here?
Hmm...I do not know. You might try asking Myrth. He lives a bit north of the Falling Hammer.
I'll do that. The Falling Hammer is the blacksmith shop we passed by, I suppose..

Greetings, Richard. Might I ask you a few questions?
How can I help you?
Tell me about Stillwater.
Stillwater? Oh, she's just a small town. Used to be quite a place, back when Bates first made his steam engine..people used to think we'd be as big as Tarant! But, as you can see, we're still the same old Stillwater...a few stores, a few people. All in all a pretty quiet little town...
What's there to see around here?
Oh, not much. We've an inn and a tavern, if you're looking for a place to stay. Other than our well-made weapons, I suppose our biggest claim to fame is he Stillwater Giant.
What is unique about the weapons made here?
We do a lot of trading with the dwarves...they have the best mithril ore in Arcanum, and it makes well-balanced weapons, as well as holding powerful enchantments. My family has been making swords in Stillwater for 400 years. I don't mean to be wordy, son, but if there's anyone in this land who knows more about blacksmithing than I do, I'd be very surprised...
Do you enchant weapons as well?
No...there's a local wizard in these parts who I use to enchant the weapons...he's a stubborn old codger, but we get along pretty well. Goes by the name of Cyrus. He puts spells on my weapons, and I check in on him from time to time. Come to think of it, Old Cyrus was supposed to come down here, yesterday. I haven't had the time to check in on him, and today I'm especially busy with an order from the Caladonian Guard. *He looks concerned.* I sure hope he's doing alright...
Perhaps I could look in on him, for you...
Hmm. Yes, you seem a trustworthy type. Would you mind making sure that no harm has come to him? And when you talk with him, tell him I'll be needing his services as soon as possible...this shipment has to go out by the end of next week. If you do this, I think I could find an extra Stillwater Blade to pass your way. What say you, friend?
Sounds like a fair trade. I'll do so...

The party took note of the old wizard's home, and proceed onwards to Myrth, an elf who is rumored to know the location of Qintarra.


I was told you might know where Qintarra is located.
Qintarra? You seek Qintarra?
Yes, that's what I said. Do you know where it is?
It's in the forest. Even a fool knows that.
Where? Where in the forest?
In the trees. *Cracks a slight smile.*
(Fuck you, asshole.) I suppose I'll just have to carve the information from you, instead...Ghostdog, KILL!


Obeying the word of its master, the beast leapt at the hapless elf without mercy and tore into into his left arm with its jaw. A brief struggle and ripping of muscles later, the arm gave way...and the snarky elf lies in the pool of his own blood.

*Spits.* You asked for it...*Holds an open palm over the body.* Arise, spirit.


It's because you're dead, unfortunately.
Death??
I merely need a question answered and I'll leave you be...
Help me...please...
Tell me where Qintarra is!
I...Talans...
Here, show me. *Holds a map up to the spirit.*
Here...*He points to a location deep in the Glimmering Forest.*...and there is a mountain pass you'll need to get there...
Fine, rest in peace. *Dismisses the spirit.* He could've avoided this fate. Fool. Looks like his magical amulet is mine. *Puts it on.* Come, let's find that old wizard before heading out.


Looks like he isn't home.
A large creature came and took him away. I can see the footprints.
I'm not blind. Let's follow it.

Perhaps the wizard is being held captive inside...
Some wizard, he is. Can't even defend himself.

Are you Cyrus the wizard? Richard Leeks sent me to find you.
Richard! Bless that man..I'll enchant everything that man owns if you get me out here! I was captured by Drog Black Tooth, an old ogre that's lived in these parts for years. He's never bothered me before, but I guess he got hungry. He said he was going out for something to spice up the soup. Please! Get me out of here!
Fine, keep quiet. We'll break the door open...

Well, look who's here, the soup's ready, I take it? Get him!

Rest in peace, Drog. We never really knew ye...

Later, at Richard's shop...


Thanks, Richard. I'll be going now...

The Hadrian Pass proved to be full of challenges, and our party face multitudes of ferocious beasts as well as treacherous footing.


Oof!
Here, let me help you up, sir...
Curse this blasted icy plains! Fucking abyss!
I sense many beasts lie ahead. We need to stay on our toes...literally, of course.
My, my, someone is sharp today.
This cold air...I relish the battles to be had.
*Gets up and wipes the snow off his clothes.* Argh! Kill anything that moves! The Glimmering Forest is beyond this pass...and after that...Qintarra! ONWARD!

Qintarra. I can scarcely believe it. Weeks after braving the cold of Hadrian's Pass, tearing past beasts...I would arrive at this place. This tranquility...this..beauty...SICKENS me. The plot..Arronax. Molochean Hands. How did it begin? This tangled web...Bates the fool takes the dwarves technology, unknowingly destroyed elven lands, then the elves, the leader, M'in Gorad, demanded the Black Mountain Clan's exile...yet...why leave Bates alone?



It's beautiful isn't it, sir?
*Glares.*
Uhh...yes..let's find this Silver Lady.
I think Gilford needs a little bit of rest, the trip must've been taxing on his psyche. He's so on the edge lately.
He carries a great burden. This Arronax...is a real threat to him. Would you not worry for your survival, knowing your greatest foe is out there, plotting your demise?
It's that dark helm, I tell you...he's been strange ever since... *Cast a worried glance at Gilford.*
That...is a most unusual sight.

I am surprised to see a dwarf here.
This is my home. What do you wish of me?
What is a dwarf doing in Qintarra?
What better place to train in the ways of magick?
You're a mage? That is a bit...unusual, is it not?
I have been drawn towards magick for my entire life. Unlike most dwarves, I had no affinity for things of a technological nature.
So that's why you live here?
I am under a tutorial agreement to my teacher, Wraith. I am unable to leave until my contract is finished.
You sound as if you want to leave now.
I cannot take living with these elves! I thought my magickal bent would make me a kin to them somehow, but that is not the case. I need to find a release from my servitude before I go mad!
What exactly is the term of your contract?
My contract runs until the end of Wrath's life. In exchange for training in the magickal arts, I agreed to serve him. But the bitter old elf can last another two, possibly three hundred years!
Why did you agree to such an interminable length of service?
No elf wanted to take a dwarf as an apprentice, it was the best offer I could get. It wasn't bad at first, when Wrath was simply surly. Over the past fifty years or so he's become increasingly bitter and difficult to work for. I do not know what will I do if I can't convince him to release me soon.
Why don't you just leave?
I would never dishonor myself so. The only thing that can release me besides his death is his word.
Perhaps I could convince him to release you.
Thank you for the offer, but your interference would only serve to anger him, which would lead to greater torment for myself at his hands.
Fine. Suit yourself.

The party continues their exploration of Qintarra, the elves home, perched atop the trees over Glimmering Forest. Their sightseeing was suddenly interrupted by the discovery of a dead body.


Huh? Could it be...Jormund's mentor? *Searches the body.*

Hmm. This wine glass has a peculiar odor.

(This is too obvious!) Murder? Who is he meant to have killed?
He killed Wrath, his mentor. Jormund's dislike for Wrath is well known in Qintarra, as well as his wish to be released from his contract.
This is all very interesting. May I speak with him?
Sure, go on in. But don't try anything, I'll be listening out here.
You've returned.
Why did you kill him? To be released from your contract?
I would have sooner served my remaining years in silence than to have lifted my hand against my mentor, regardless of my dislike for his person.
If you didn't kill him, who did?
I've no ideas on the matter. How was he killed?
I do not know.
Perhaps you could get some more information from the captain of the guard out front.
*Turns towards the guard.* Can you tell me how Wrath was killed?
We haven't determined that, as of yet. At this point, all we know is that we can find no evidence of any injuries from weapons.
What about Magick?
No. We of Qintarra are acutely attuned to the flows. If any dark necromancy had been use, we would have felt it.
*Turns towards Jormund.* The guards say he wasn't killed with a weapon or with Magick.
Is there any evidence that you know of?
Just this glass.
*He holds the glass up to his face and sniffs it.* This is poison. There is only one apothecary, Sharpe, in Qintarra. If the poison was bought here, he'd have been the one to sell it. I need to speak with him, somehow. Since I am confined to my house, I need someone to help clear my name. Are you interesting in helping me out?
I would be happy to help...for a fee of course.
I will give you my prized Staff of Xoranth for your help, good sir.
I accept.I'll begin my investigation immediately.

The apothecary owner, Sharpe was not at his shop when the party arrives.


I'm looking for Sharpe.
He was called out of the village suddenly. I am his wife. Can I help you with anything?
I needed to ask him about a poison. *Shows her the glass.*
Yes, I recognize it. Very distinctive odor.
Do you sell that type of poison here?
Yes, we do. I don't know if we have any at the moment, though.
(This is too easy.) The poison in that glass killed Wrath. Did you know him?
Wrath is dead? By the gods?
What can you tell me about him?
We had a...history. The three of us were friends, long ago, but he became angry when Sharpe and I began living together. Who killed him, that dwarven student of his?
Why do all you elves immediately assume it was a dwarf?
You're right. I shouldn't assume anything. I didn't even know the lad. Though being under Wrath's yoke could drive anyone to murder.
What did Wrath do to make you dislike him so?
He started spreading hatred and lies about Sharpe and myself. He said it was offensive and damaging to the village for us to carry on "like humans", as he put it.
He felt you were violating elven customs?
I believe that he was actually jealous. Sharpe and him fought often, in later years.
Did Sharpe hate Wrath enough to kill him?
It was the other way around, actually. I think Wrath became a bit unbalanced. Of course, we all know that elves do not have it in them to wantonly murder each other over things like jealousy.
Could Sharpe have poisoned Wrath to protect you?
If he had felt I was in danger, I believe he would do anything to protect me, even sacrifice himself. But as I said, elves would never even think of killing one another. We take a wider view of things, as you know. This life is only one life that elves exist in. When we die, we go to another level. So what purpose would murder serve.
(Illogical denial.) But you yourself said that Wrath was unbalanced.
This is disturbing me. I don't wish to speak about it anymore.
Fine. (I must snoop around her shop when she's not around. She must have something!)

Later that night...

Aha!

Now, you can't deny it any longer...

That is unimportant. What is important is what it contained.
And what would that be?
Stop playing stupid. It was filled with poison - the same one used to kill Wrath.
So? That proves nothing!
(Really?!) That, coupled with all you've told me before, points to Sharpe...
But he can't have killed him! He's a good man, not like Wrath!
What exactly do you mean by that?
Wrath had a black heart! I can't believe we were ever friends with him. He turned when he found out I didn't love him.
(Fucking shit.) He was in love with you?
He was the one who suggested I live with HIM. I liked the idea, strange as it may be, but I never felt anything but friendship towards Wrath. Sharpe was the one I loved.
SO? What happened then?
That's when Wrath became a truly miserable person. He would come around when Sharpe wasn't here and try to convince me that either I should love him, or that Sharpe was somehow not worthy of me. When I finally told him to stop bothering me is when he began threatening me.
Wait ...what?
And the threats became progressively worse. He threatened to kill Sharpe at one point. The last thing he ever said to me was that he wouldn't let Sharpe have me if he couldn't.
(Blast! What the hell is she trying to tell me?!) You must have thought he was a threat to you, then.
That was a hundred years ago, he hadn't even spoken to us since then. I know that us elves are a patient people, but I can't believe he was bitter all that time.
(A hundred years...really?) So what you're saying is that Sharpe had no reason to kill Wrath?
But Wrath had plenty of reason to want to harm Sharpe.
(Dear gods, I need to think...goddamn elves!) If Wrath were to kill him, though, you would have hated him.
But if he could get Sharpe to kill him, the whole village, including me, would turn on Sharpe.
(That...that makes sense! Of course!) Or if he killed himself and framed Sharpe!
*A look of recognition crosses her face.* By the gods! That bastard did it! I cannot believe he could be that bitter - to kill himself! What a fool!
I'll tell the guards to release Jormund...but first...to visit that bitter, old bastard.


You can ponder your disgraced name for eternity.
NOOOOOOOO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!!!
I just did, die in disgrace, old man!
My goodness, what a ridiculous chain of events!
A hundred years...and he's still bitter?
He chose a coward's path. There is no honor in his death.
I just want my 15 minutes back. Let's go. The guard needs to hear about this.


It was Wrath who concocted the idea of them living together.
The degenerate! I knew Sharpe must have been led astray by someone. He was always a good egg, he was.
So you'll have Jormund released, then?
Certainly. Thank you for all your help.
Thank you for clearing my name.
You're welcome. Seeing Wrath's specter's reaction was worth it.
Here is the staff I promised you. You are always welcome in my home.



This is a terrible weapon. It's weapon speed is amazingly fast for a staff, but the damage is so pitifully low.

We've wasted enough time. Let's meet the Silver Lady.


I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met.
No..you're correct. We've never met. *The elven woman looks at Alain evenly. Her skin is light, almost translucent, with hair of dark crimson, almost black. She is beautiful, but very severe.*
What is your name, madam?
My name is very old, and very long. *She thinks for a moment, her green eyes sparkling.* Perhaps it would be best if you simply called me "Raven".
Interesting. Do you have a moment?
Of course.
I need to speak with the Silver Lady.
The Silver Lady? Oh...you mean my mother...*Her eyes narrow.* That's quite a request, and one not so easily granted...
(Oh gods, not this again....) Believe me, Raven...she's going to want to speak with me...
And believe ME when I tell you that NO ONE sees my mother until I see it as necessary. She may be our queen, but I oversee the daily matters here in Qintarra.
(Bitch.) Perhaps she needs to leave someone else in charge...
Oh really, stranger? You're quickly wearing out your welcome, as well as my patience. There's a quicker way back down to the forest floor...perhaps you'd like to see it?
(Do not test me, woman...I have very little patience...) You'd not survive the presentation, Raven...
Sir, what are you-
SHUT UP, VIRGIL! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THESE DELAYS!
*Grips the handle of his blade.*
Oh dear...
Insult or threaten me again, stranger, and I swear you won't see the end of this day...
Listen, princess. I'll save both of us some time...
Oh shi-
....you deplorable twit!
Fool! You'll regret the day you ever stepped into Qintarra!

You have NO IDEA who you're messing with, princess!

Assassins! To arms!

You accursed demon worshipper!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Princess!

COWER before me!

Sir, it's enough - they're..

I know. Damnable fools.
Take a moment to gather your bearings, there are more of them about.
I still need more information...*Searches Raven's body.*

Wh - who is this Renford A Terwilliger?
Doesn't sound elven to me.
Only one way to find out...ARISE, RAVEN!

Then why are you here? Leave..
You know I cannot. But I have no intention of helping you any further. I can wait here for a long time...
I need but one answer, Raven.
And why should I answer, elf-slayer? *She laughs, bitterly.* No, forgive me. Please...ask your question.
Where do I find M'in Gorad?
*She is silent for a long while. Then she begins laughing, a malicious thing, devoid of feeling.* Seek the one I love, murderer. Seek the one I love...
Who? Who is that?
*She remains silent.*
Raven! Who is it?!
Sir, if I may...Renford A. Terwi-
*Clutches the letter in his hand.* Yes...Raven. You are dismissed.
They will block our passage out of this place. Are you ready to battle?
Yes. Let's...leave.

With a wave of his hand, Alain summoned another hellspawn to do his bidding as his party tore through Qintarra's defenders. Dozens of corpses littered the giant tree as they battled their way out.


Looks like...it's over?
I sense our enemies retreating, we are safe for now.
I...where to, sir?
Renford A. Terwilliger....Renford...A...Ter-
Looks like Gilford-boy needs a little time out.

I can't shake the feeling that Gilford is turning into a Sith.

The Dark Side corrupts all.

It just keeps improving! I'm excited for the Dark Helm / Living One subplot to catch up to the detective subplot now that Gilford's headed back to the Tarant cemetary. Tremendous, perhaps even gratuitous

Let's push this to the next page to cut down on images.

Great LP RK47. Best LP I've read in a while in terms of humour and pure enjoyment of a new approach to an old favourite.

Fucking quality LP this is!

Tarant, the largest human city in Arcanum. Big enough for any person to get lost in. Is it even possible to find a name in the midst of the populace? It's the only lead we have.


Those of you who wants to leave...may do so.
Woof?
No, you don't have a choice. I own your life, remember?
Sir! I must object! Even with all the things you did, you did it for...
For my own sake. Virgil, I am not the Living One.
I've already sworn my life to fight by your side. I refuse to leave.
And so do I! Erm, no. That's not right. But I do find you VERY interesting, Gilford-boy.
Suit yourself, but Virgil...leave. You are wrong about me, about the prophecy, there's still a chance for you to walk away from all this. *Turns away.*

I must be off...

A sound like a thunder cuts through the morning air. I felt a slight push from Virigl, then a hot lead whizzing past my head, a hair's breadth away. What was that?



A dull thud was heard as I smelled something burning. I turned around and saw the unthinkable.

What the-
Virgil!
Look out behind-


What happened?!
I see a lone figure running on the bridge! He must have done it!
Damn it! It's a rifle round!
YOU! COME BACK HERE!


Blast! I missed! *He recoils from the magical blast hitting him from the back.* Ugh. This is the end...

Indeed it is.
Do you worst...murderer...
You chose this end...

MONSTER! I'm only doing whatever I can to protect MY CITY!
Any last words?
See you in hell!


Who hired you?
No one...I...I'm a private detective...on the trail of your murders..the lives you snuffed...Ugh..
You've had your chance. Rest in peace, detective.

Did you get him?
Yes. *Digs a scroll from his pack.* The fool was aiming for me...*Removes the seal from the scroll.*

Gilford, Virgil...he...protected you.
I know. He IS my protector.

Come, Virgil. We have much to do.

You've either made a shitload of chapters before starting the thread, or you're on meth. Or both.

Holy shit, this is probably the best LP I ever read on the Codex.

Btw Jormund's staff is actually a pretty great weapon if you give it to someone with 20 strength.

Thor: I thought of the 20 STR being a factor too, but looking at my current roster....Uhh....No. I don't see anyone hitting 20 STR anytime soon. Balanced Sword / Katana / Dagger of Speed would be more preferable if you want high speed attack power.

Ghostdog: It's a public holiday, some Hindu holy day or some shit. Or is it Buddhist? I can't remember. I will slow down over this weekend. My parents are coming...and I don't want them to come into my apartment, hence I'm staying OUTSIDE whenever possible.

Companions update & Strange Gameplay issues I discovered:
Virgil seems to be a strictly healer / melee hybrid, and plays the quiet support role, another reason why playing as technologist is a bitch, the heals will stop working once you hit 30-40 tech rating. But there's a workaround. Suppose your tech rating hovers around 30-40% you can still equip the Dark Helmet and lower it back to neutral rating or even full magical aptitude! This is obviously a cheesy exploit, and the dark helmet in my LP did it without me realizing! Somehow it just boost my aptitude to 100% and Evil Alignment to -100 every time I start up my game, preventing me from approaching tech. stores and blacksmiths

Just be careful with the alignment shift, some companions will not want to follow you if you're too evil. This is very handy if you want to keep Magnus or any technological character healed by Virgil. Just re-equip the Dark Helm over and over to bring his technological rating back to zero.

And Torian is doing strange things with the Stillwater Blade in his inventory, he can actually summon stuff without it being equipped. INTERESTING. If you want to exploit this fact, consider using the Dark Helm re-equip trick to bring his Mag. Aptitude to Max and summon Vorpal bunnies!

Also, Geoffrey tends to summon undead, and these undead actually benefit from Mag. Aptitude. The higher it is, a different undead will be summoned. Boost his Mag. Aptitude to 100 and maybe his undead summoning won't be a total waste of time. Finally, to prevent Geoffrey from going melee and killing himself in the process, buy him a boomerang or any thrown weapons. These thrown weapons cannot critically fail. Hence it's the safest bet for any stupid AI fodders since they will engage from far away, and prevent rage-inducing deaths.

We return to Tarant - where the party is still on the hunt for Renford A. Terwilliger.


Who is Renford A. Twerilliger?

Hmm, does that mean he's dead?
If so, it will prove very difficult for us to gain any information.
Let's just visit the grave first, then check the Hall of Records.

Along the way to the graveyard...


Seems like an important figure..
I do believe that's Edward Willoughsby, an important business in Tarant.
Excuse me, sir? May I know who you are?
Greetings. I am Edward Willoughsby, businessman and chairman of the Tarantian Industrial Council. How might I be of service?
Well met, Mr. Willoughsby. Might I ask you a few questions?
I'd be more than happy to speak with you, young man. I'm always eager to hear the thoughts and opinions of my constituents. Unfortunately, I have a pressing engagement just now. Will you stop by my offices in City Hall in an hour or so, and we can speak further...?
I may just do that. Good day to you.

So. He's dead.. Author and Historian. What did he write about?
I suppose the only place left to go to is the Hall of Records at the City Hall building.
Right.

On the way to the City Hall building, the party was stopped by a real estate salesman.

By the Earl Grey! You really did - ulp!
Hmm. I might be interested. How much are you selling it for?
*He smiles widely.* That magnificent piece of property can be yours for the miserly sum of 100,000 coins!
I don't have that much coin. Perhaps we can work something out?
I have no say in the price. I am simply an agent, working for the bank. 100,000 is the price, and that is final.
(Pity. Would be nice to have a nice cozy place to retire after this whole Living One business is over.) I see. Good bye to you, then.

The party continues their trip towards the City Hall where Gilford decides to stop by Mr. Willoughsby office to continue his chat.


Hello, Mr. Willoughsby...have you time to talk?
Why, yes. I do so enjoy conversations with my constituents. Lifeblood of the city, and all of that...do you know anything of the politics here in Tarant, young man?
No. Might we speak of them?
Tarant is ruled by the Tarantian Industrial Council, of which I am the Chairman. We are a group of businessmen and politicians who make laws based upon what we feel is best for both the commercial and *He clears his throat.* cultural future of our fair city.
(Hmm. Sounds complicated.) Has Tarant always been ruled as such, or was there once a king?
No. The monarchy...well, how should one phrase it?..became,uh, "outdated" about 50 years ago. we dont' speak of it much here in Tarant. *You can tell it makes him feel uncomfortable.* Suffice it to say that the city has prospered under our new system of government. Do you know of the Unified Kingdom, friend?
(Strange. How can the royal family give up their positions and powers so easily, and disappear without a trace?) No...what is the Unified Kingdom?
The Unified Kingdom is an alliance of two major kingdoms...those of Tarant and Ashbury. We share trade resources and military strength. And there are many cities that are currently looking into joining the Unified Kingdom. Negotiations with prospective members are a part of my job...
What does your job entail, Mr. Willoughsby?
My job? Oh...I've many responsibilities being chairman of the Industrial Council aswell as the owner of my own considerable enterprises. As of late, I've been monitoring the negotiations with Caladon. Caladon, you see, is considering becoming a member of the United Kingdom.
Really? Have they agreed to do so, already?
No...we've hit a barrier in the negotations, and we're not quite sure what to do...we're in desperate need of a skilled diplomat to approach the King's advisors with our newest proposals, and to make sure that their decision is to recommend Caladon to join us. We're having trouble finding a man with the skills to successfully do so...
Hmmm. I might be the individual you're looking for...
*He considers for a moment.* No, I don't think you're the man we're looking for. This task will take the most skilled mediator, and no offense, but I just don't think your powers of persuasion are yet up to the task. This job will require an expert negotiator with the HIGHEST skill, you see...
(A pity. This whole business sounds very serious.) Fine...I'll be leaving now. *Leaves the office.*

No sooner than later..


Yes...as a matter of fact it was.
I've no doubt that is the case. Mr. Willoughsby is a powerful man, and his influence are far-reaching. Men such as he, you just never know what they're getting into.
Yes, power has the tendency to corrupt most men...
Yes. *The man smiles, obviously happy with Gilford's answers.* Truer words have never been said. And power in the hands of the foolish is even more dangerous. Yes, indeed.
What exactly are you insinuating, sir?
Nothing, nothing. It's only that a man might be talking to Mr. Willoughsby, and then Mr. Willoughsby might tell you something, and the next thing you know, you're completely involved in something you don't completely understand. Something political, perhaps. Do you know what I'm talking about, sir?
(Why can't this bastard just get to the point?) Perhaps you mean the negotiations with the Caladon?
You see...you walked into Willoughsby's office only a little while ago, and now you're privy to delicate, national information. Not that I don't appreciate your candor in the matter, my friend. But, don't you feel it's just a little strange?
(Time to toss the bait...)Yes..that does seem a little bit odd...
It's a wise man who looks at what is before his eyes. You and I might have more in common than you think, friend.
Perhaps. Who are you, sir?
My name is Heinrich. Heinrich Jenks. I represent a concerned group of citizens, both here in Tarant and abroad. We've made it our business to...keep a close look on the political power structure in the Unified Kingdom, and to make sure that its working toward a mutually beneficial end.
(Interesting...)Can I assume that you believe Mr. Willoughsby is not doing so?
You might say that, friend. I know that he is currently involved in negotiation with Caladon, and that is VERY interested in making sure that they become members in the Unified Kingdom. I believe this interest supersedes any other concerns he might have, including the interests of his own constituents. I find this...troubling...
(I don't really know the details, I need to dig deeper...See where this rabbit hole goes.) Are you saying that Caladon's membership is a bad idea?
Let's look at the facts, sir. Tarant, with the Unified Kingdom, is the most powerful kingdom in all of Arcanum. We have natural resources, shipping and railroads, as well as the most stable manufacting framework of any city in the world. Much of our great wealth comes at the expense of cities like Caladon, in the form of taxes and tariffs...
(I don't know how long that'll last after Bates is dead. Surely, a great change will come.) So? What are you saying?
So? So Mr. Willoughsby, and his cohorts on the Council, are in effect taking away a great source of Tarant's wealth and power by allowing a kingdom like Caladon to join the Unified Kingdom. Caladon is dependent on us for resources like lumber and technology...if they are allowed to join the Unified Kingdom, then we lose that advantage!
I see your point....
Don't get me wrong, friend. It's men like Willoughsby who made Tarant what it is today. Men with vision, and the backbone to do whatever it takes to see that vision to its end. Tarant was not always so powerful, and to make it so had a great price.
What price? What to do you mean?
That's another story, for another time. And not mine to tell, sir. Let us just say that the Tarantian monarchy was one of the victims of the Industrial Councils vision. As in any war, there are casualties...
(So that's where they went!) If you respect Willoughsby, why question his actions now?
Power can do strange things to men, my friend. What created Tarant was patriotism, but I'm afraid that greed is now the fuel behind her fire. Willoughsby stands to make quite a bit of money if Caladon joins the Unified Kingdom. Remember, he's a businessman first, a politician afterwards.
What does he stand to gain?
Manufacturing concessions, tax advantages, Caladon would do just about anything for a businessman who holds the power to push this agreement through, don't you think.
(I see his point completely, but what's his angle? Assassinating Willoughsby?) Perhaps. What are you suggesting be done, Mr. Jenks?
*He smiles.* You see? Two men, strangers really, can have a logical, rational conversation, and the next thing you know, things are being done. Good things, mind you, necessary things. Things that made this city great...
(Stop beating around the bush, asshole.) I've agreed to nothing, Jenks.
have I said that you have? I was just making an observation, sir. It's strange how great things sprout from such insignificant encounters, don't you think?
I'm ready to hear what you have in mind, Jenks... (Come on, let's hear it. Tell me what you want. Right. In. My. Face.)
Good, good. *He lowers his voice.* Most importantly...did, or did not you accept the position as mediator between Caladon and the Unified Kingdom?
I volunteered, but was denied.
I see. Well, that's not a problem we can't overcome. Although it would have been a great advantage in doing what needs to be done...
(Here it comes...) And that is..?

RK47 said:

Ghostdog: It's a public holiday, some Hindu holy day or some shit. Or is it Buddhist? I can't remember. I will slow down over this weekend. My parents are coming...and I don't want them to come into my apartment, hence I'm staying OUTSIDE whenever possible.

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It's Vesak, dude! The feast day for Shakyamuni Buddha. Enjoy the spectacle.

Awesome work on the detective plot. That was just too cool for words.

Holy crapnuggets. Genius as per usual, RK.

Excellent LP, would fap again.

Great as always RK.

Continue!

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Ghostdog: It's a public holiday, some Hindu holy day or some shit. Or is it Buddhist? I can't remember. I will slow down over this weekend. My parents are coming...and I don't want them to come into my apartment, hence I'm staying OUTSIDE whenever possible.

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You should tell your parents that you're LPing Arcanum for the prestigious RPGCodex magazine. M:

I'm sure they'll understand and they won't bother you.

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Great as always RK.

Continue!

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I'm still listening, Jenks...
Now, wait just a min-
Virgil. Be silent. This is important.
*Frowns.*
Yes...I'd pegged you for a patriot. We're in desperate need of men like you...the fate of Tarant rests in your hands. First, you should try for the appointment from Willoughsby....
I've already told you I didn't receive it.
Yes, but I'm sure he won't mind you asking again for the appointment. With a little more polish, you might be just the man he's looking for...
I'll look into it. What happens if I'm able to get the appointment?
Then you'll have special access to certain parts of the castle that would be inaccessible if you weren't a special envoy from Tarant. Places like the kitchen....
Am I to meet someone there?
Yes, the man's name is Vernon. He will instruct you further.
What if I don't get the position?
Then you are to meet a man named Bullors down at the Caladon docks. He'll be around, and he'll be expecting you. He'll help you get into the castle, where you will have access to the kitchens, and then Mr. Vernon. Are we understood?
Clearly.
If you succeed in assassinating King Farad, then return to Tarant, and meet me at Grant's Tavern. I'll have heard about it, and will wait there every day until you return. You will be paid no less than 20,000 coins for your trouble. Agreed.
Agreed.
Splendid. We won't speak of this again, although I will be here watching Willoughsby until you leave for Caladon. Good day to you, sir...
I'll be leaving now.
Sir, please reconsider...
I didn't say we'll do it, Virgil.
Well, ..what a relief! I thought you'd...
(Yeah, WE won't. I will.) Never mind that, Virgil. Let's deal with this 'Renford' fellow first, shall we? Looks like the stairs down is where the Hall of Records is...

What manner of place is this, pray tell.
This great place is known as The Hall of Records. All manner of knowledge is kept upon these premises. It is here that all of our census records are kept, as well as tome upon tome of archives.
Well, that's great. Are you able to help me to locate an individual?
May I have the individual's name?
Renford A. Terwilliger.
*Checks through the records.* My apologies sir, there does not seem to be an individual by that name in Tarant.
I was told that he could be found in Tarant.
Sadly, the census is not one hundred percent accurate. Perhaps it would be wise to check some earlier records.
Yes, perhaps we should. Try 50 to 100 years ago.
*Flips through another stack of records* Oh! Good news sir! Renford A. Terwilliger, human...Born: unknown...Died: 1804..here in Tarant. Well! This would explain why we were unable to locate him living in Tarant. Do you wish me to retrieve his orbituary?
Yes, please.
Ah, yes...here we are. Ahem. 5.11.1804 - Renford A. Terwilliger, author of "T'sen-Ang: Horror Among the Dark Elves" was found dead in his home today. His death appears to have occurred amongst mysterious circumstance. The authorities are calling for further investigation. Oh my, what a dreadful incident.
(Dark elves? I was wrong? There were DARK elves?)
Sir? Is there anything else I could do for you?
(Shit! I fucked up! No! It can't be!)
Sir...?
(Qintarra. I...killed them. For what?)
Sir! Are you alright?!
Ah! Yes. YES! I'm alright! Where is this book? Where can I get it?
If it is books you are in search of, you should view the Library of Tarant. They have an extensive collection.
I am leaving now...Thank you.
Sir, what happened?
Nothing, Virgil. Let's go get this book...

Later...

The book was not available. The costly membership to the library, however, provided another book with a similar title. "The Curse of T'sen-Ang" by Kendrick Wales. I flipped the pages, desperate for any clue of the dark elves whereabouts.







*Closes the book.* The dark elves were willing to resort to murder in order to conceal their home. Whoever this Min'Gorad is, he or she must be somewhere at T'sen Ang. I must find the last copy of Renford's book!
To Caladon, then?
Yes...I suppose. We'll need to take the sea route..Let's resupply for a bit before heading out.
I must say, this is some nasty business! I'm quite excited, who knows we might meet some REAL dark elves.
I bet you're just itching to practice necromancy on them.
You know me only too well, Gilford.

The party left the university and headed past the Bates' Mansion.


What seems to be the problem?
You will have to pardon my less than cordial spirits, sir. A great man, Gilbert Bates, has been killed.
(Heh.) That is a shame. Good day.

A little bit ahead of the Bates Mansion, a crowd of uniformed men gathers in front of the factory.


My, what seems to be the problem?
Mhmm, let's get to the bottom of this. Excuse me, sir? What's going on here?

I'm Alain Gilford. May I ask what you intend to do here?
If I were certain it were possible to do so without the loss of my men, I'd raid the factory and kill them all, damned orcs.
This is what happens when you employ mindless beasts.
Exactly! Now most times, they're docile beasts, but it's too easy to get them riled up, like Throgg has, again.
Throgg?
Yep. Donn Throgg. He's their leader. He's too smart for his own good...it's the human blood that has made him this difficult, ironically.
He's a half orc?
Yes, and instead of being a part of society as his blood would allow, he has taken it upon himself to be the champion of the orcs. He lives with them, works with them, and basically, he refuses to be treated as anything but a full blooded orc. We need to rid society of his kind, for the good of everyone.
So what can be done to end this stand off?
Without endangering my men, the only thing to do is starve them out.
Perhaps I can help...
What do you propose.
Perhaps I can convince him to surrender.
It wouldn't be easy...he's distrustful of me, as there was an "incident" the last time these beasts rioted. We were forced to gun them down to protect the citizens of Tarant. Hmmm. Perhaps if you were to let him know that the members of the press were out there...yes, he could speak to them when he surrenders. That might convince him.
Are there members of the press out here? *Winks at the Captain.*
Hmmm? Oh, uh, yes, of course. If you can get him to surrender and lure, uh, convince him to come outside peacefully, we can end this stand off. Peacefully. *He hands Gilford a key.* They've lacked themselves in, but the owner gave us the key to the front door. Good luck.
Thank you.
I really hope you're not serious in negotiating for their freedom and such, Gilford.
Oh, who's to say no to peace? *Chuckles.* I'm not killing anyone.
*Raises an eyebrow.* Interesting. Show me.
My pleasure. *Inserts the key and unlocks the door.*

I'm here to speak with Mr. Throgg.

The orc grunted and allowed passage. The rest of his comrades eye the party carefully. Armed with multiple implements of factory, they seem to pose a considerable threat.

(Wheeler's right. If his boys get in here, the guns won't be much use. They're going to get cut down fast in close combat. Fucking savages.)


I'm here to convince you to surrender.
Surrender? Deliver my fate into the hands of those narrow minded oppressors? Not likely. Even were I to survive the experience, which I doubt, it would do nothing to change the plight of my brothers. We must be heard.
Wheeler wouldn't dare kill you in front of the crowd out there.
Wheeler! Of course he would. And the papers would congratulate him for removing a threat to society. They love to build up villains and heroes, regardless of what the truth may be.
Make him the foolish villain to the press, then.
And that would not be a difficult task. He is a buffoon, at best. This idea is beginning to intrigue me, that I will admit.
The contrast of your views with Wheeler's would sway people.
*A broad smile appears on his face.* I don't know if that's true, people's beliefs are hard to sway. Truth very rarely enters into it. No, what I am interested in is making Wheeler's look to be a fool. If I could get people to question his abilities as Captain of the Guard, they would then begin to question his supporters on the council...
Exactly.
I believe you have convinced me, sir. I will do it.
Let me go tell Wheeler you are coming out peacefully.
*Golf claps.*
*Raises a thumb up.*

Yes, he wanted me to tell you he is coming out peacefully.
Thanks, me and my boys will take it from here.
You're welcome.

Not a moment too soon, Donn Throgg exits the factory with his head raise high. He scans the crowd for journalists but found none. His eyes widen as the muzzles of the guards' rifles pointed at him. He cast a hateful glance at the negotiator before his right arm reaches into his coat...

Scum! You'll never take me alive!

He's got a gun! SHOOT HIM!
Oh, Gilford, MAGNIFICENT! *Laughs maniacally.*


Throgg put up a decent fight, but the hail of bullets were too much for him, his knees finally bend and he fell backwards. With the revolver hitting the ground with a loud clack.

Jolly good, men! OH GODS! Here they come!



The execution did not escape Throgg's followers attention, and with a thunderous roar, they charged out of the factory, arms raised, demanding vengeance. But their edge is gone, they walked into the open. The guards opened fire.



The outcome was never in doubt. The the guards cheered as the charging orcs fell to the ground in pools of blood, gunpowder smell accompanying their last moments. The guards grimly reloaded their firearms as they went inside to clear the factory.



More gunshots followed from within.



It was over.


Oh, it was nothing, really.

Who's the gnome?
Just some sympathizer, don't worry about it, lad. You're good in my book. Tarant needs more people like you.
You bet.

Another great update, been enjoying this LP immensely

I was worried Alain would see the error of his ways after the library revelation, but from how he dealt with the orcs, it doesn't seem so. Please continue RK47, this LP is definitely one of the best.