Aldhaven City Streets

[Rizban]

Aldhaven City Streets

One of the main thoroughfares of Aldhaven is Mastiff's Road. It is currently filled with all manner of people, though few seem to stand out to you. The Plaza, arguably the center of the city, sits near right in the center of the flow of life through the city, where Midtown meets Old Town. To the north is Old Town and the Nobles' Quarter; to the south and east is The Market. Guildsman District, to the northwest, is where most of the hard work of the city is done; to the west is the Temple District and Mages' Quarter. Far to the north, on the other side of the river, is The Docks and a clustering of housing for the poor which can be described only as Slums.

Here you stand in the heart of the city, watching people come and go, functioning as the very lifeblood of the city. The most prominent building in the area is a three-story inn named The Sad Flint. It is known as the place to be for relaxing adventurers and those seeking a good story, a good drink, or a good night's rest. Across the Plaza from The Sad Flint is Ezekiel's Supplies, one of two major suppliers of adventuring and exploration gear in the city. Numerous other shops line the sides of The Plaza, including a music shop named The Howling Song, Jim Alter's Gem Jewelry, Erbauer's Enchanted Devices and Dynamos (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?p=11154253#post11154253), Sunderham's Imports, and numerous others.

The center is kept mostly clear of vendors. The few legal locations for mobile stalls are fiercely fought over by small vendors, each jockeying for position and claiming the best prices in town. In the center of it all is a large fountain, topped by a statue of King Alben Rosen, fair and just ruler of Aldhaven, who now lies sick and dying... or so the rumors go.

There is a pair of bored-looking city guards near the fountain lazily keeping an eye on the goings-on within the plaza. They are there to keep the peace, which seems rather quiet right now, although a fair amount of traffic exists.

[Rizban]

The Town Crier
The most up to date news in the city!
2
King Alben Rosen has announced the engagement of Isolde Rosen, his only child, to Archduke Wolfram Rocholl, the heir designate to Aldhaven.

1
Rumors of King Alben's failing health seem to be gathering strength, though the royal family continues to deny them.

1
A gnomish dignitary has recently entered the city to begin negotiations of an alliance between the gnomish nation and the Kingdom of Aldhaven. A rumor has it that someone is offering 1,000,000gp for his assassination if done prior to the signing of the treaty. Treaty preparations are well under way, and the word on the street is that the bounty has been increased to 1,500,000gp.

1
Registration for the next semester at the Aldhaven Royal University of Scientific Esoterica begins immediately.

1
Spies from the Empire of Seven Dragons have been caught! Reward for information leading to the arrest of any of their co-conspirators.

1
Wealthy noble has posted a large reward for the return of his beloved daughter's missing cat.

1
Reports of missing persons in Old Town have increased. It is believed some sort of evil cult is at work in the area.

1
Ready to test your skills against others? Want to see just how good you really are? Come to the Shady Side Inn in the Slums and ask for Wilfred. Fighting! Entertainment! Gambling! Fame!

It will soon be time for Fight Night 2: The Shavin' in Aldhaven! Hurry over to the giant glass structure in the Slums that is certainly not a secret arena (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=211411) to have a chance at cash and prizes by joining in the grand tournament (500 gold sign-up fee required), or just fritter away your life savings in our gambling parlor. Fun for the whole family, especially if you let Junior box a warthog!

1
Individual or team of strong character and sharp mind needed to recover stolen item. Inquire of Cassatta at Sunderham's Imports in the Plaza.

1
Wanted: bounty hunters, mercenaries, and two-fisted bringers of justice! If you want to help clean up the slums and docks, or just want to beat people up and get paid for it, come down to the nonexistent fighting ring and ask for the Captain.

1Completed Missions1
A minor noble's home has continues to be under some sort of befuddling curse that seems resistant to normal means of removal. He's now offering a 20,000gp reward to the person or persons who can rid his home of the enchantment.

A single brave soul has successfully purged the manor of the foul ghost haunting it.

1
Rumors have begun circulating that ancient ruins have been found buried just outside of the city walls. The farmer who owns the land is allowing people to pay a small fee to enter into them and keep whatever relics they can recover.

Several people died within the ruins, and the city has forced the farmer to fill in the entrance with rubble. He has gladly accepted to avoid further danger.

1
The Tallest Spire! The Royal University of Scientific Esoterica's biennial climbing event! Test your strength and skill! Fabulous prizes!

Perry diCarto has won this year's title of Spire Hawk! Everyone else is welcome to try again at the next event in two years.

1
Young, influential, orange headed youth offers opportunity and reward for those interested in taking risks in a delicate mission. Meet him at the Drowned Mermaid any day between five and seven in the afternoon.

A brave group of daring adventurers has deals lethal blow to powerful crime organization.

1
Urgent! I think my son is planning to jump off a building! Someone with strong muscles needed to catch him if he does. Reward offered. Come to the slums, look for a mute older woman. Say that you are here for Milford.

A good samaritan saved the young boy and returned him to his mother.

1

[Rizban]

Character Obituaries

Ymeo - Going to the Docks at night is a bad thing

Prib - Arrested and sentenced to life in the mines. Died to a tunnel collaspe.

Hiro - Stalked the wrong person. Death by exposure to the elements.

Leaper - Thri-kreen Ranger 2 / Gnomish Pincushion 1

Tim - Master of magic missile, thought leaving his armor at home was a good idea.

Kado - Stared at a roof... in the Docks... at night...

Gotchka - Destroyed half of one city, fled to another, outran explosions and cave-ins, never lost his prey, slew murderers in their own homes, finally defeated by a god.

Lady Seregven the Blessed, Knight of Bahamut - died arrogantly and illegally invading the legally established temple of Tiamat.

Kelvek - When making deals with dark powers, be sure all of those powers know about it.

Bear - Bear and the bears fought, and Bear was winning with the bears helping, and the bears won but Bear didn't.

Alfonso - When encountering others in a dungeon, it's always better to play nice.

Shadow - Trying to play both sides rarely works out, especially when one side is paranoid, slightly delusional, and hates betrayal.

Kadril - Jumped his way into the Docks... at night.

[sitandbehitski]

Sjach's eyes scan the crowd of people carefully as he slowly makes his way towards the inn. On his way he hears the town crier going through his list of news, Sjach smiles to himself as he hears about the noble daughter's missing cat.

"I might as well start with something easy while I get my bearings." He thinks to himself.

He decides to seek more information regarding the missing cat.

Gather information check: [roll]1d20+6{/roll}

[Rukia]

A slender human female stands at the entrance to the town square marveling at the amount of traffic in front of her. Dressed in what seemed to be a typical adventurer's outfit she looked for the most part unassuming except for the fact that she was quite beautiful in comparison to some of the other females running around. Long brown hair fell over her shoulders and her deep blue eyes darted around as if trying to take in the entire scene at once, though it seemed an impossible task.

"I wonder just what all these people are up to, they seem so busy."she thinks to herself.

Looking around she notices some postings around the square and glances over them.

"Hmm seems to be a lot of job offerings. Let's see.. A missing cat, ancient ruins, assassinations... Oh, rumors of an evil cult. Some of these sound quite dangerous indeed."

Noticing the two guards standing at the fountain and looking quite bored, she walks up to them and smiles.

"Hello gentlemen, if it's not too much trouble do you think you could give me just a minute of your time? I was reading through the job postings and it seems there have been quite a few missing people cases in Old Town. Would you happen to know anything about that? I'm curious what kind of people have been reported missing.. Old, young, female, etc.."

[sitandbehitski]

Let's try that again with less fail:
[roll0]

[planswalker]

Sjach's eyes scan the crowd of people carefully as he slowly makes his way towards the inn. On his way he hears the town crier going through his list of news, Sjach smiles to himself as he hears about the noble daughter's missing cat.

"I might as well start with something easy while I get my bearings." He thinks to himself.

He decides to seek more information regarding the missing cat.

Gather information check: [roll]1d20+6{/roll}

You learn that it's likely someone rich who's offering the reward.


A slender human female stands at the entrance to the town square marveling at the amount of traffic in front of her. Dressed in what seemed to be a typical adventurer's outfit she looked for the most part unassuming except for the fact that she was quite beautiful in comparison to some of the other females running around. Long brown hair fell over her shoulders and her deep blue eyes darted around as if trying to take in the entire scene at once, though it seemed an impossible task.

"I wonder just what all these people are up to, they seem so busy."she thinks to herself.

Looking around she notices some postings around the square and glances over them.

"Hmm seems to be a lot of job offerings. Let's see.. A missing cat, ancient ruins, assassinations... Oh, rumors of an evil cult. Some of these sound quite dangerous indeed."

Noticing the two guards standing at the fountain and looking quite bored, she walks up to them and smiles.

"Hello gentlemen, if it's not too much trouble do you think you could give me just a minute of your time? I was reading through the job postings and it seems there have been quite a few missing people cases in Old Town. Would you happen to know anything about that? I'm curious what kind of people have been reported missing.. Old, young, female, etc.."

"You'll be wanting to head over to the Fortress then. That's where we keep the records and such. Be careful though, that's over just northwest of the wall, and they lock the gate at night."

btw, folks, if you don't like the sound of any of the town crier postings, there are a thousand and one other plots waiting to be written. Feel free to explore the city a bit to find what you're looking for.

[Rukia]

"You'll be wanting to head over to the Fortress then. That's where we keep the records and such. Be careful though, that's over just northwest of the wall, and they lock the gate at night."


"Thank you for the warning, I was just hoping you had some sort of inside information. I'll probably check into it another time, I don't want to get lost at night around here."

Veshna smiles at the guards before wandering over to what seems to be the largest building in the square.

"The Sad Flint eh?"

She steps inside and is surprised to see the Inn is quite busy too. She walks up to the innkeeper and asks them "Where can a young lady find a drink in this place?"

Sorry, should have just walked in and left it at that.

[planswalker]

it's nice to wait until I tell you what's going on before you assume such things and react to them.


The interior of the Sad Flint is quite crowded. People are coming and going all over the rather large barroom. Patrons of any possible description abound, most content to drink the beers in their hands. No one bothers to turn their head when yet another patron walks in. The atmosphere of the place is slightly dingy, but comfortable.

A lone half-giant is serving as the bartender at the long bar across from the entrance. Round tables with an average of four chairs each litter the common area, although several have borrowed chairs from others nearby. More than half of them seem occupied by patrons of some description and number. A pair of armored bouncers guard a double door along the west wall.

Barmaids of many different races weave in and out of the traffic, delivering food and drinks, as well as picking up empty crockery and more than a few pick-up lines.

[sitandbehitski]

After a fruitless search for information regarding the missing cat, Sjach decides to go exploring. He starts heading towards the docks and slums hoping to find something interesting, or at least find some good hiding spots if the need for one arises.

[ArcoSan]

The palanquin was elegant but simple. It entered the plaza carried by the four porters and was escorted by three armed guards.

As it approached the center a slender female hand rapped and the four men stopped next to the fountain.

A young man, dressed in fine yet plain clothes, opened the palanquin's door and offered his hand up as two ladies exited.

The first was a middle aged woman dressed in greys and whites and she scanned around for a few moments before nodding.

Then the second lady exited. She was as stunningly diffrent from the two people in front of her as it could be imagined. Dressed in rich silk fabrics combined with expensive jewelery she almost gleamed in the mid-day light.

But it was not her clothes or her posture that were the most impressive. The Dragonborn socialite looked around and her inner radiance was visible to all. She was not perhaps the most powerfully built nor was she most imposing figure, as her original race was more elegant than that, but her look could cut mountains. She was unarmed and almost unarmored, and she smiled to all that met her gaze.

"So this is the infamous Plaza?" she inquired as she took in the details her gaze stopping at the statue. If the rumors were true then very soon this statue would be replaced as the new ruler took his spot.

"Yes m'lady" murmured her valet as he also looked around.

"Splendid. It has character and life. I still wonder to this day why Father chose to stay in that backwater village town. Its almost insulting for our stature and lineage. But enough of that. Would you be so kind as to dismiss the porters and go around find out information Brian? The same goes for you Petra. Please try to recruit a couple of runners as well. Clean ones preferably. I shall go window shopping around here and you are to find me when you are done. I will also ask around for anything interesting but please remember the important things"

The two servants nodded and moved to do as instructed.

Amberley Vail proceeded to her shopping escorted by the three guards forming a protective shield around her. As she browsed she asked questions and as they escorted her they did the same learning more about the city and its secrets.



Like before I am going the hirelings road. They wont play a huge roll (for example as soon as I find a place to live the "maid" and the "guards" will stay there and rarely be with me). Could you tell me how much a "palanquin" ride would cost? This was a one time thing for the introduction as opposed to normali hired people.

The total hired "help" I have is a Valet (2 sp per day) Brian, a Lackey Petra (2 sp per day) who acts as my lady's helper and the "guards" which are 2 mercenaries (total of 4 sp per day) and a a mercenary leader (6 sp per day).

The total hireling cost per day is : 1.4 gold per day. To avoid book-keeping day by day I will remove 14 gold from my funds to represent the first 10 days. Lets say I give them a -downpayment-.

Mechanically I am doing a gather information about the nobility and specifically about the person who lost the cat [roll0] - time [roll1] - This will be my inn to more high influence nobles :D

The guard who are with me do gather info about dangerous areas in the city [roll2] , [roll3] , [roll4] for [roll5] hours.

The male Valet does a gather information for where we can find accomodation we can rent, something big but not huge on a per month basis hopefully [roll6] - time [roll7]

The female valet does a gather info about which areas/taverns young or minor nobles frequent outside the noble quarters [roll8] - time [roll9]

Please add modifiers for charisma and ranks they may have :D if any appropriate. The two valets could potentially have some...

[planswalker]

After a fruitless search for information regarding the missing cat, Sjach decides to go exploring. He starts heading towards the docks and slums hoping to find something interesting, or at least find some good hiding spots if the need for one arises.

Sjach realizes that the missing cat ad does include an address that he can visit to find out more.

The Docks are located on the other side of the river, just outside the city walls. Besides the portucullis at the wall, another gate has been constructed on an island in the middle of the river. A large fortress has been constructed there. The gates are open for now, but the city guards warn you that the gates are locked at sunset and won't be opened again until dawn.


The palanquin was elegant but simple. It entered the plaza carried by the four porters and was escorted by three armed guards.

As it approached the center a slender female hand rapped and the four men stopped next to the fountain.

A young man, dressed in fine yet plain clothes, opened the palanquin's door and offered his hand up as two ladies exited.

The first was a middle aged woman dressed in greys and whites and she scanned around for a few moments before nodding.

Then the second lady exited. She was as stunningly diffrent from the two people in front of her as it could be imagined. Dressed in rich silk fabrics combined with expensive jewelery she almost gleamed in the mid-day light.

But it was not her clothes or her posture that were the most impressive. The Dragonborn socialite looked around and her inner radiance was visible to all. She was not perhaps the most powerfully built nor was she most imposing figure, as her original race was more elegant than that, but her look could cut mountains. She was unarmed and almost unarmored, and she smiled to all that met her gaze.

"So this is the infamous Plaza?" she inquired as she took in the details her gaze stopping at the statue. If the rumors were true then very soon this statue would be replaced as the new ruler took his spot.

"Yes m'lady" murmured her valet as he also looked around.

"Splendid. It has character and life. I still wonder to this day why Father chose to stay in that backwater village town. Its almost insulting for our stature and lineage. But enough of that. Would you be so kind as to dismiss the porters and go around find out information Brian? The same goes for you Petra. Please try to recruit a couple of runners as well. Clean ones preferably. I shall go window shopping around here and you are to find me when you are done. I will also ask around for anything interesting but please remember the important things"

The two servants nodded and moved to do as instructed.

Amberley Vail proceeded to her shopping escorted by the three guards forming a protective shield around her. As she browsed she asked questions and as they escorted her they did the same learning more about the city and its secrets.



Like before I am going the hirelings road. They wont play a huge roll (for example as soon as I find a place to live the "maid" and the "guards" will stay there and rarely be with me). Could you tell me how much a "palanquin" ride would cost? This was a one time thing for the introduction as opposed to normali hired people.

The total hired "help" I have is a Valet (2 sp per day) Brian, a Lackey Petra (2 sp per day) who acts as my lady's helper and the "guards" which are 2 mercenaries (total of 4 sp per day) and a a mercenary leader (6 sp per day).

The total hireling cost per day is : 1.4 gold per day. To avoid book-keeping day by day I will remove 14 gold from my funds to represent the first 10 days. Lets say I give them a -downpayment-.

Mechanically I am doing a gather information about the nobility and specifically about the person who lost the cat [roll0] - time [roll1] - This will be my inn to more high influence nobles :D

The guard who are with me do gather info about dangerous areas in the city [roll2] , [roll3] , [roll4] for [roll5] hours.

The male Valet does a gather information for where we can find accomodation we can rent, something big but not huge on a per month basis hopefully [roll6] - time [roll7]

The female valet does a gather info about which areas/taverns young or minor nobles frequent outside the noble quarters [roll8] - time [roll9]

Please add modifiers for charisma and ranks they may have :D if any appropriate. The two valets could potentially have some...



The person whose cat is missing is a high-ranking member of the city watch.

You learn that the docks are absolutely deadly for humans to walk around in at night. They say none have lived to tell the tale. It also seems that Old Town, North Market, and South Market has had more than the usual share of thefts and petty crimes recently.

Sadly, all he can find are some cheap hostels that have a monthly option. Perhaps looking in a nicer part of town would help...

It appears that the Mages' Quarter is a popular area to hang out if you are young and rich. Several restaurants and taverns there offer exotic magical things to see while one eats.

[sitandbehitski]

Upon hearing the news regarding the dock Sjach rethinks his exploring plan and decides to head to the address for the missing cat ad.

[ArcoSan]

Pleased with the information these few hours have brought as well as the wonders the window shopping has offered her Amberley patiently waits until all of her group is together again.

Once everyone is back she hands the valet the bags with food she has bought, various local delicacies, and has him order a carriage to take them to the Mages' quarter.

"Splendid. I am a bit displeased with you though Brian. Hostels? Really? Anyway, do not worry about it. I hear the Mage's Quarter is all the rage in our circles. Perhaps we will find something better and affordable there." she says teasing him.

Once there she and her retinue look around the area trying to find suitable accomodation.



Can you tell me the cost for 1 coach ride and also for lets say 1 days worth of fine food?

Apart from that much like before we do the same... as in gather info from everyone but everyone is focusing on finding a nice place to rent :D

Mine [roll0] - time [roll1]
Valet Man [roll2] - time [roll3]
Valet Woman [roll4] - time [roll5]

This time I am not rolling for the guards cause they are with me and we are searching for the same thing (as opposed to before asking for diffrent things). If you think they get a roll feel free to roll em :D

[Rizban]

Upon hearing the news regarding the dock Sjach rethinks his exploring plan and decides to head to the address for the missing cat ad.Arriving at the address from the advertisement, you find yourself before a small manor in Old Town. A placard on the wall next to the front gate reads "Feierabend."

[sitandbehitski]

Sjach strolls up to the door and gives a steady knock, taking mental note of the name.

[Rizban]

As a servants answers you at the front gate, you find yourself in a private thread.

[zmasterofjersey]

As Bianca walked into the plaza she was amazed at the simply vast amounts of people walking every which way. It was a magnificent sight. She listens to the town crier with his bell sweeping side to side just as is his hand was a church tower. After just observing the plaza from the fountain in the center, she starts asking around to find out the more general things about the city. Where to go, where to not go, whats going on etc.

Gather Info [roll0] [roll1]

[planswalker]

Pleased with the information these few hours have brought as well as the wonders the window shopping has offered her Amberley patiently waits until all of her group is together again.

Once everyone is back she hands the valet the bags with food she has bought, various local delicacies, and has him order a carriage to take them to the Mages' quarter.

"Splendid. I am a bit displeased with you though Brian. Hostels? Really? Anyway, do not worry about it. I hear the Mage's Quarter is all the rage in our circles. Perhaps we will find something better and affordable there." she says teasing him.

Once there she and her retinue look around the area trying to find suitable accomodation.



Can you tell me the cost for 1 coach ride and also for lets say 1 days worth of fine food?

Apart from that much like before we do the same... as in gather info from everyone but everyone is focusing on finding a nice place to rent :D

Mine [roll0] - time [roll1]
Valet Man [roll2] - time [roll3]
Valet Woman [roll4] - time [roll5]

This time I am not rolling for the guards cause they are with me and we are searching for the same thing (as opposed to before asking for diffrent things). If you think they get a roll feel free to roll em :D



most of the inns, boarding houses, and other such places to stay in the Mage's Quarter are either very expensive or not significantly better than in the plaza. There is one place, though, which offers a free prestidigitation each morning as part of their service. That combined with fancy but not luxurious furnishings seems to be exactly what you're after. The inn will cost 160 gold per month.


As Bianca walked into the plaza she was amazed at the simply vast amounts of people walking every which way. It was a magnificent sight. She listens to the town crier with his bell sweeping side to side just as is his hand was a church tower. After just observing the plaza from the fountain in the center, she starts asking around to find out the more general things about the city. Where to go, where to not go, whats going on etc.

Gather Info [roll0] [roll1]

The plaza you're at is right along where Midtown and Old Town meet at its southernmost tip. North Market is nearby, and offers a variety of imported goods for sale. South Market offers things to a more domestic clientele. The Mages' Quarter seems to be full of odd activity, and the Temple district to the southwest seems to be having one religious incident after another. Most recently, rumor says that the temple to Tiamat sent five dragons out to savage some dragonborn of Bahamut who were helping a lost child find her mother.


"Thank you for the warning, I was just hoping you had some sort of inside information. I'll probably check into it another time, I don't want to get lost at night around here."

Veshna smiles at the guards before wandering over to what seems to be the largest building in the square.

"The Sad Flint eh?"

She steps inside and is surprised to see the Inn is quite busy too. She walks up to the innkeeper and asks them "Where can a young lady find a drink in this place?"

Sorry, should have just walked in and left it at that.

np. I need to apologize too. I forgot to answer your question.

One of the serving maids, a half-elf with green eyes, says, "Well, if you want a drink, you can go over to the bar there where Joss can serve you. Or you can sit at one of the tables. Me or another of the girls will get to you soon."

[zmasterofjersey]

After learning more about the town, Bianca shows a smile and thanks the people who told her more about how the city was layed out. After touring the plaza she notices the guards looking for any signs of trouble to relieve their apparent boredom. She then proceeds to walk over and ask the guards about the missing people from Old Town.

"I was wondering about the missing persons in Old town, is there anything I should know more about it?"

Gather Info again [roll0]

Edit was a spelling error, my bad.

[planswalker]

that's not a gather information check. That's asking a specific person, who will answer according to their knowledge, attitude towards you and temperament.

"No, I really don't. I'm not some detective to do that. You might want to ask Sergent Schlock. He's in charge of investigating the crimes in this district."

[TooManySecrets]

"Perhaps I could be of help, my lady," says a man, taking off his hat and bowing slightly to Bianca. "I couldn't help overhearing that you're interested in the missing persons in Old Town. Well, it just so happens that I am a detective - though a private one, at that. Perhaps if we pool our resources after talking to Sergeant Schlock we can help each other out and get to the bottom of this this troubling dilemma."

Holding up a finger briskly, as if just remembering something, "Oh, and my name is Jason McClintock. At your service."

[zmasterofjersey]

Ugh I feel stupid.


"Thanks for the information. Can you point me in the right direction to where I can find him?" She asks the guard while looking around to see where the guard might be pointing her.

EDIT: Didn't see the post above me before I posted, my bad.

"Thank you, lets be going then. My name is Bianca Lily, and it is a pleasure to meet you." She eyes the man up and down and resumes speaking, "Do you know where the Sergeant is? "

[planswalker]

He gives you the directions to the guard post located almost due north of here in the heart of Old Town.

[TooManySecrets]

Jason resettles the greatsword on his back and then holds out a leather gloved hand to the north. "After you, Bianca."

[zmasterofjersey]

"Okay then, lets go." Bianca then walks back through the plaza with Jason in tow following the guard's directions to the guard tower in Old Town. As they were walking, she breaks the silence by asking about her newfound companion.

"So, how long have you been in Aldhaven?"

[planswalker]

She and Jason find the guardhouse in their own private thread. PM inc.

[ArcoSan]

most of the inns, boarding houses, and other such places to stay in the Mage's Quarter are either very expensive or not significantly better than in the plaza. There is one place, though, which offers a free prestidigitation each morning as part of their service. That combined with fancy but not luxurious furnishings seems to be exactly what you're after. The inn will cost 160 gold per month.


Satisfied with the price and the location she accepts and signs the contract without haggling or such pettiness paying for the first month up front. She has her retinue move her few possessions and prepare the appartment for actually being lived in and stocking some basic provisions.

She spends the night here, tired from the trip and from the busy day searching around and then she sets out to actually do something. The guards and Petra are left behind to check the apartment thorougly and to secure it, clean it etc while she and Brian walk out.

She takes a nice long stroll in the Mage's Quarter, has breakfast and while there tries to learn more about the districts of the city. She has Brian do the same from other servants and staff he finds.



My gather info [roll0] - time [roll1] wealthy persons perspective of the city districts
Brian gather info [roll2] - time [roll3] working class perspective of the city districts

Edit: I guess high nosed rich folk dont talk to me :D


That small, exercise done she heads towards the address given at the "cat" ad. Possibly beyond her real interests yet important in order to make her presence known she decides it may be a fun place to start at.

[planswalker]

Satisfied with the price and the location she accepts and signs the contract without haggling or such pettiness paying for the first month up front. She has her retinue move her few possessions and prepare the appartment for actually being lived in and stocking some basic provisions.

She spends the night here, tired from the trip and from the busy day searching around and then she sets out to actually do something. The guards and Petra are left behind to check the apartment thorougly and to secure it, clean it etc while she and Brian walk out.

She takes a nice long stroll in the Mage's Quarter, has breakfast and while there tries to learn more about the districts of the city. She has Brian do the same from other servants and staff he finds.



My gather info [roll0] - time [roll1] wealthy persons perspective of the city districts
Brian gather info [roll2] - time [roll3] working class perspective of the city districts

Edit: I guess high nosed rich folk dont talk to me :D


That small, exercise done she heads towards the address given at the "cat" ad. Possibly beyond her real interests yet important in order to make her presence known she decides it may be a fun place to start at.

... and you're off to Rizban and your own private thread.

I'll be sure to poke him when he gets back from running errands.

[Sky Pilot]

A well muscled hobgoblin rides into the square on a chestnut warhorse, beneath a large cloak a glint of chainmail is visible and he has a greatsword slung over his back. He leads a packmule carrying obvious campaign equipment. While travel stained he is well kept and groomed. As he comes into the square the hobgoblin surveys the bustle with a grin or perhaps a smirk. He gravitates towards the guards at the fountain. He address's them with a large toothy grin:

"Well then, look at you likely lads sitting on your arses with a plum job like this. Looks like the only thing your in danger of is boredom, sore feet and maybe sunburn on such a nice day as today. Tell me lads, where can a hired sword look to find gainful employment in this fair city, any mercenary captains or local lords hiring under a banner?"

[planswalker]

"Go to the Slums where your kind belongs. You should find plenty to do there."

[thamolas]

OOC: I prefer to type in first person; if that's a problem, I can switch to third.

"Aldhaven... It's changed so much... and not at all..." I think to myself.

In leather armor and traveling attire/gear, I (male human, dk hair, gray eyes; wearing a red bandana) walk into town and approach an area where I might find the following dive/brothel/quiet house/etc.:


Since I have been here before, but not in a few years at least, I head to whatever dive that the local noble youth would secretly go to slum it, buy/do drugs, socialize with artist types, and/or meet with whores.

If Necessary:
Knowledge (Nobility and Royalty): [roll0]
Gather Information: [roll1]
If I can't find such a place, I head to a scuzzy but safe inn/brothel/etc

[planswalker]

You learn that such places are still in the Docks as ever, but unlike ten years ago, you learn that none of them accept new customers at night.

You learn that one such place is called the Mistique Unique.

[thamolas]

You learn that such places are still in the Docks as ever, but unlike ten years ago, you learn that none of them accept new customers at night.

You learn that one such place is called the Mistique Unique.

OOC: The real world time of day doesn't correlate, does it? I imagine myself walking around in the day time. :smallwink:

(Assuming it isn't night) I make my way to the Mistique Unique.

OOC: Is it a brothel or a den or...? I'm not intending to be a customer, BTW. LOL

[planswalker]

heading there, you find a private thread. pm inc.

[Sky Pilot]

Gurntz laughs "No worries mates, nice to know things are black and white around here. Never did well with shades of grey myself". He gives the guards a slightly mocking salute and heads off. He makes a few queries in the square on where the slums are located.



Gather information check [roll0]
I am assuming that people will be helpful in order to get me out of the area...

[planswalker]

indeed, they cannot seem to get rid of you fast enough.

You're told that the slums are in your own private thread. pm inc.

[Vuann]

A short and rather rugged looked Halfling approaches the town square followed closely by a Dog that probably weighs more than him. He seems to be wearing what looks like a saddle.

"Well Renji we're here, though a lot has certainly changed around here. I hardly recognize it."

He takes a minute to look around the area and notices some of the postings. Seemingly interested, he takes a closer look.

"There seems to be a lot going on in this city. People disappearing, assassination requests.. oh and look at that. A missing cat. I'm sure you could probably handle that one on your own eh Renji?"

The dog barks in return seeming to understand the question, though it could have simply been the mention of a cat that got his attention.

"Well I'm in no hurry, perhaps a nice pint of ale before I get too busy..."

Nash looks up at the 3 story building and notices the sign. The Sad Flint "Hmm, I think that will do just fine indeed." Nash walks to the entrance of the tavern and then speaks to the dog. "I don't think they'll allow you inside of here buddy, you'll have to stay outside but when I get back we'll get you a nice cold drink of water ok?"

The Dog whimpers but sits down and seems to obey the Halfling's request. Satisfied that the Dog will remain put he opens the tavern door and proceeds inside.

[planswalker]

A short and rather rugged looked Halfling approaches the town square followed closely by a Dog that probably weighs more than him. He seems to be wearing what looks like a saddle.

"Well Renji we're here, though a lot has certainly changed around here. I hardly recognize it."

He takes a minute to look around the area and notices some of the postings. Seemingly interested, he takes a closer look.

"There seems to be a lot going on in this city. People disappearing, assassination requests.. oh and look at that. A missing cat. I'm sure you could probably handle that one on your own eh Renji?"

The dog barks in return seeming to understand the question, though it could have simply been the mention of a cat that got his attention.

"Well I'm in no hurry, perhaps a nice pint of ale before I get too busy..."

Nash looks up at the 3 story building and notices the sign. The Sad Flint "Hmm, I think that will do just fine indeed." Nash walks to the entrance of the tavern and then speaks to the dog. "I don't think they'll allow you inside of here buddy, you'll have to stay outside but when I get back we'll get you a nice cold drink of water ok?"

The Dog whimpers but sits down and seems to obey the Halfling's request. Satisfied that the Dog will remain put he opens the tavern door and proceeds inside.

The interior of the Sad Flint is quite crowded. People are coming and going all over the rather large barroom. Patrons of any possible description abound, most content to drink the beers in their hands. No one bothers to turn their head when yet another patron walks in. The atmosphere of the place is slightly dingy, but comfortable.

A lone half-giant is serving as the bartender at the long bar across from the entrance. Round tables with an average of four chairs each litter the common area, although several have borrowed chairs from others nearby. More than half of them seem occupied by patrons of some description and number. A pair of armored bouncers guard a double door along the west wall.

Barmaids of many different races weave in and out of the traffic, delivering food and drinks, as well as picking up empty crockery and more than a few pick-up lines.

[Rukia]

One of the serving maids, a half-elf with green eyes, says, "Well, if you want a drink, you can go over to the bar there where Joss can serve you. Or you can sit at one of the tables. Me or another of the girls will get to you soon."

Veshna nods to the waitress, and then makes her way up to the bar. "I take it you're Joss?" She looks up at the half-giant and smiles. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you're the largest bartender I've ever seen. I guess at least you can serve as your own bouncer if the need arises." she says giggling.

"I think I'll have a mead.. and hopefully even a bit of information. I'm new to this city and looking for some work and I know there is far more going on than is listed on those meager postings outside. With all of the traffic you get in here I bet you hear a lot of interesting things, perhaps even rumors.. Anything you can tell me about the city that may not be so obvious to a new comer?"



[roll0] diplomacy just incase it's needed

ooc: And Vuann you took my color!:smallamused:

[planswalker]

Veshna nods to the waitress, and then makes her way up to the bar. "I take it you're Joss?" She looks up at the half-giant and smiles. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you're the largest bartender I've ever seen. I guess at least you can serve as your own bouncer if the need arises." she says giggling.

"I think I'll have a mead.. and hopefully even a bit of information. I'm new to this city and looking for some work and I know there is far more going on than is listed on those meager postings outside. With all of the traffic you get in here I bet you hear a lot of interesting things, perhaps even rumors.. Anything you can tell me about the city that may not be so obvious to a new comer?"



[roll0] diplomacy just incase it's needed

ooc: And Vuann you took my color!:smallamused:

The mead costs 3 silver.

"Indeed, this town, even this very tavern has all sorts of things going on that aren't publicly announced."

[Vuann]

Nash walks into the bar room and finds his way to an empty table and sits down.

"These places are never accommodating to my kind." he grumbles as he sits in the chair, barely able to see over the table. He waits patiently hoping to grab the attention of one of the various bar maids that pass by.

[Rukia]

"Indeed, this town, even this very tavern has all sorts of things going on that aren't publicly announced."

Veshna hands over her 3 silver for the mead and continues her conversation with Joss.

"I see, I knew I came to the right place."

Veshna lowers her voices a bit "Is there anything in particular going on in this tavern or elsewhere that might require the assistance of say.. a young lady such as myself? It may not look it but I may possess some skills that could prove useful for the right kind of job."

[Monodominant]

Nash walks into the bar room and finds his way to an empty table and sits down.

"These places are never accommodating to my kind." he grumbles as he sits in the chair, barely able to see over the table. He waits patiently hoping to grab the attention of one of the various bar maids that pass by.

Indeed he does. A young yet tired looking half-elf waitress stops by your table and smiles a tried and tested winning smile

"So, how may I serve you today?" she asks with practiced ease.

------


Veshna hands over her 3 silver for the mead and continues her conversation with Joss.

"I see, I knew I came to the right place."

Veshna lowers her voices a bit "Is there anything in particular going on in this tavern or elsewhere that might require the assistance of say.. a young lady such as myself? It may not look it but I may possess some skills that could prove useful for the right kind of job."

Joss considers it for a moment and smiles.

"Well, we recently lost one of the women that are involved in sanitizing the kitchen. We also once had a bard doing a show..." he says and pauses "would you be interested in one of those positions? Pay is not bad but you have to keep your mind at the job rather than gossip and try to interrogate the patrons!"

[Rukia]

"Well, we recently lost one of the women that are involved in sanitizing the kitchen. We also once had a bard doing a show..." he says and pauses "would you be interested in one of those positions? Pay is not bad but you have to keep your mind at the job rather than gossip and try to interrogate the patrons!"


Veshna grins back at Joss, "I was thinking something a bit more.. dangerous than that. My appearance may seem a bit docile but I assure you I can handle myself quite well."

She thinks for a moment..

"None of the postings outside caught my fancy, I was hoping I could find some other individuals that may be looking for assistance . I figured in your position you'd probably have quite a few contacts or even overheard some drunken idiots talking too much."

Tipping her cup up she downs half of the mead in one gulp, wipes her forearm across her chin and continues..

"I'd call myself a mercenary, but that title has negative connotations. I'd prefer to call myself a sword for hire, but only when it's raised against unsavory types or helping out honest people if you catch my drift. There are plenty who will do anything for small sum of gold, but I have my conscience to consider. "

[Vuann]

Indeed he does. A young yet tired looking half-elf waitress stops by your table and smiles a tried and tested winning smile

"So, how may I serve you today?" she asks with practiced ease.


"I'll have a decent pint of ale. Doesn't need to be the best, but definitely not the worst either."

Nash peeks around the waitress and notices the two armed guards at the double doors.

"Say lass.. what's so important behind those doors over there that requires two armed guards?"

[Monodominant]

Veshna grins back at Joss, "I was thinking something a bit more.. dangerous than that. My appearance may seem a bit docile but I assure you I can handle myself quite well."

She thinks for a moment..

"None of the postings outside caught my fancy, I was hoping I could find some other individuals that may be looking for assistance . I figured in your position you'd probably have quite a few contacts or even overheard some drunken idiots talking too much."

Tipping her cup up she downs half of the mead in one gulp, wipes her forearm across her chin and continues..

"I'd call myself a mercenary, but that title has negative connotations. I'd prefer to call myself a sword for hire, but only when it's raised against unsavory types or helping out honest people if you catch my drift. There are plenty who will do anything for small sum of gold, but I have my conscience to consider. "

He seems to consider your words for a moment as he looks you up and down sizing you up. He reluctantly nods at your last comment and glances towards the door at the back that is guarded by the two men.

His voice drops to a barely audible whisper "Speak to the two guards in the back, by the double doors. Give them this token" as he gives you a small wooden coin with the letter A on both sides "...and tell 'em Grim Snake." The barkeep says.

[Monodominant]

"I'll have a decent pint of ale. Doesn't need to be the best, but definitely not the worst either."

Nash peeks around the waitress and notices the two armed guards at the double doors.

"Say lass.. what's so important behind those doors over there that requires two armed guards?"

The half-elf returns with your beer asking for 3 silver in return. As you ask her about the back room she looks at you carefully for a moment.

"Something worth guarding" she says with a grin.

"If you need to know more you should talk to the guards or to Joss" she says casually motioning towards the large bartender "just know that he likes people being discreet..." she says as she moves away.

[Lyndworm]

A cloaked figure of immense size, easily over six feet tall and half as broad, walks down the streets. It looks around with dispassionate interest, thinking unkind thoughts about the people that must inhabit the dying hive of Aldhaven. Eventually, the figure hears of a missing pet from the town crier, and this peaks the creature's interest.

"Tell me," says the cloaked figure to the crier. "What more do you know of the nobleman's cat? It seems that I could be persuaded to search for the poor beast." The man's voice, if it is a man, seems to rumble forth from some metallic chamber inside the cloak, hollow and tinny.

I'm assuming that the town crier is an actually being of some sort and not a bulletin board. If I am mistaken, I don't mind scrapping this post and trying again.

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

Shadow dusted himself off, and stretched his back. He cranes his neck around trying to get the lay of the land. It had been a long journey to get here and he was eager to get started..He looked up and down the street.


"What an odd way to lay out a city... 40 light horseman and 2 angry dwarves would do the trick." he mumbles under his breath. He notices the unprofessional guards and adjusts his angry dwarf count downwards.


"A missing cat? why is this news? " He asked over his shoulder. A small bat nestled on top of his backpack poked its head up from its wings and screeched in a hopeful soft way.


"No, I don't think a bat ate the cat. Though if you want, there is a perfectly good dog abandoned over there by the Inn." Shadow answered over his shoulder. "This newly uncovered ruin sounds promising. Maybe we should check that out. First things first though"

The bat screeched again, in a way that somehow sounded non-commital.


Shadow makes his way over to the guards. The warforged waves briefly.


"Hail Fleshlings! I was wondering if you could either tell me about the significant local laws or baring that, point me in the direction of where I could get a written copy?"

Shadow looks them over briefly taking note of their equipment.

[planswalker]

A cloaked figure of immense size, easily over six feet tall and half as broad, walks down the streets. It looks around with dispassionate interest, thinking unkind thoughts about the people that must inhabit the dying hive of Aldhaven. Eventually, the figure hears of a missing pet from the town crier, and this peaks the creature's interest.

"Tell me," says the cloaked figure to the crier. "What more do you know of the nobleman's cat? It seems that I could be persuaded to search for the poor beast." The man's voice, if it is a man, seems to rumble forth from some metallic chamber inside the cloak, hollow and tinny.

I'm assuming that the town crier is an actually being of some sort and not a bulletin board. If I am mistaken, I don't mind scrapping this post and trying again.

"Some rich man's daughter lost her cat, and daddy is willing to pay someone to retrieve it. I've got the address if you want it. Popular choice sir. Several others have decided the poor cat is worth finding."


Shadow dusted himself off, and stretched his back. He cranes his neck around trying to get the lay of the land. It had been a long journey to get here and he was eager to get started..He looked up and down the street.


"What an odd way to lay out a city... 40 light horseman and 2 angry dwarves would do the trick." he mumbles under his breath. He notices the unprofessional guards and adjusts his angry dwarf count downwards.


"A missing cat? why is this news? " He asked over his shoulder. A small bat nestled on top of his backpack poked its head up from its wings and screeched in a hopeful soft way.


"No, I don't think a bat ate the cat. Though if you want, there is a perfectly good dog abandoned over there by the Inn." Shadow answered over his shoulder. "This newly uncovered ruin sounds promising. Maybe we should check that out. First things first though"

The bat screeched again, in a way that somehow sounded non-commital.


Shadow makes his way over to the guards. The warforged waves briefly.


"Hail Fleshlings! I was wondering if you could either tell me about the significant local laws or baring that, point me in the direction of where I could get a written copy?"

Shadow looks them over briefly taking note of their equipment.

"Local laws? Sure. You go to any local guardhouse and they can make you a copy for the cost of casting the spell, 10 gold."

[Ragnarok'n'Roll]

If the location of the nearest guardhouse isn't apparent, Shadow asks as nicely as he can muster..

" Thank you. " Shadow bows slightly to the guards as he sets off.




Anything special about the guards equipment that I could tell or is it just the standard, sword and chainmail etc. Just looking causally at what they are wearing.

[planswalker]

noting spectacular stands out.

They tell you which way to go, and you find yourself in a private thread. pm inc.

[Rukia]

He seems to consider your words for a moment as he looks you up and down sizing you up. He reluctantly nods at your last comment and glances towards the door at the back that is guarded by the two men.

His voice drops to a barely audible whisper "Speak to the two guards in the back, by the double doors. Give them this token" as he gives you a small wooden coin with the letter A on both sides "...and tell 'em Grim Snake." The barkeep says.

Veshna takes the token and nods at Joss. "Thank you" she says as she leaves 5 gold pieces on the table. She approaches the armed men guarding the door and produces the wooden token while uttering the words "Grim Snake".

[Monodominant]

The bartender sweeps that part of the table pocketing the money as you walk away.

The two guards look at you and at the token and the one to the right nods. Despite the seemingly relaxed attitude they both seem very attentive and careful.

They take the token and open the door for you.



Once inside you find yourself in your own private thread.

[Vuann]

The half-elf returns with your beer asking for 3 silver in return. As you ask her about the back room she looks at you carefully for a moment.

"Something worth guarding" she says with a grin.

"If you need to know more you should talk to the guards or to Joss" she says casually motioning towards the large bartender "just know that he likes people being discreet..." she says as she moves away.

"Thank you lass" says Nash as he hands the the barmaid her silver. "I believe it may be worth my interest."

He takes his ale and walks over to the bar where the young lady was previously talking to the bartender.

"Hello my good man, forgive me for my curiosity but I couldn't help but notice that young lady leave for that guarded door over there. Is that the owners office or something?"

Nash takes another sip of his ale.

"I've actually come to this town to try and help clean up some of the riff-raff that has been leaking out into the surrounding villages. Taverns like this are always a gold mine of information, I was hoping perhaps you could point me in the direction of some lower level criminal activities, gangs, bandits or the like. I figure I'll start at the bottom and work my way up."

[Monodominant]

"Thank you lass" says Nash as he hands the the barmaid her silver. "I believe it may be worth my interest."

He takes his ale and walks over to the bar where the young lady was previously talking to the bartender.

"Hello my good man, forgive me for my curiosity but I couldn't help but notice that young lady leave for that guarded door over there. Is that the owners office or something?"

Nash takes another sip of his ale.

"I've actually come to this town to try and help clean up some of the riff-raff that has been leaking out into the surrounding villages. Taverns like this are always a gold mine of information, I was hoping perhaps you could point me in the direction of some lower level criminal activities, gangs, bandits or the like. I figure I'll start at the bottom and work my way up."

"Or something..." replies the half giant bartended at your comment about the guarded back door and looks at you suspiciously.

After you continue talking he looks at you a bit more seriously and says

"Well. The City Guard is as good a place to start as any. They dont generally like vigilantes but you could perhaps join them or convince them that you can help."

[Vuann]

"Or something..." replies the half giant bartended at your comment about the guarded back door and looks at you suspiciously.

After you continue talking he looks at you a bit more seriously and says

"Well. The City Guard is as good a place to start as any. They dont generally like vigilantes but you could perhaps join them or convince them that you can help."

"Well I guess that's the issue. I don't want to work through any official channels or I'd have tried the guards already. I'm looking for more of a private contractor that may have use for someone who isn't as bound by rules and regulations as the city guard."

[Monodominant]

Joss looks at you as if sizing you up and then removes a small token from a jar under the counter. It looks just like a small nickel coin with a mermaid on one side and a fishing boat on the other.

His voice drops a fair bit and you are sure only you can hear him above the noise of the tavern. "Take this and after you finish this drink and your next one go up to the guards at the door and tell them Blue whale " he tells you.

He turns his back retrieving a small flask of bear and fills said second glass.

"Enjoy, it will be 3 gold" he says with a grin.

[Vuann]

Nash takes the token then downs the rest of his first ale in one large swig. He then lays down 10 gold coins on the table.

"Your help is much appreciated my friend."

Nash remains at the bar for another 10 minutes or so, slowly savoring the beer. It seemed to be much better in quality than his first and he certainly didn't want to guzzle it, besides he wasn't really in any rush. Eventually he finishes up the beer, sets the empty glass on the bar and nods to Joss before making his way to the guards.

Nash walks up to the guards at the door and in a low voice says "Blue Whale". He then shows the guards the token that Joss had given him.

[Lyndworm]

"Some rich man's daughter lost her cat, and daddy is willing to pay someone to retrieve it. I've got the address if you want it. Popular choice sir. Several others have decided the poor cat is worth finding."
"I would indeed like the address." confirms the man. "Perhaps I'll run into one of those others on the trail; if I'm lucky they might even be worth talking to."

[planswalker]

He gives you the discussed address.

[Lyndworm]

The cloaked figure gives a nod of thanks and moves away, searching for the address given.

[Monodominant]

Nash takes the token then downs the rest of his first ale in one large swig. He then lays down 10 gold coins on the table.

"Your help is much appreciated my friend."

Nash remains at the bar for another 10 minutes or so, slowly savoring the beer. It seemed to be much better in quality than his first and he certainly didn't want to guzzle it, besides he wasn't really in any rush. Eventually he finishes up the beer, sets the empty glass on the bar and nods to Joss before making his way to the guards.

Nash walks up to the guards at the door and in a low voice says "Blue Whale". He then shows the guards the token that Joss had given him.

The guards having seen your interaction with Joss simpy nod and open the door for you after taking the token.

"Proceed inside" says the one to the left.



Inside you find your own private thread!

[Rizban]

The cloaked figure gives a nod of thanks and moves away, searching for the address given.At the address is a private thread.

[Zerkai]

Among the sounds of the merchants, the town crier, and the people coming was the sound of loud clanking metal as an adventurer made their way towards the fountain in the center of the plaza. This person was easily identifiable as an adventurer by the fact they were armed and armored as if they were about to ride off into battle at any time. This person was very tall, standing six and a half feet at the least and wore full plate armor that covered their entire body with a helmet that hid their face.

The adventurer had a giant sword in hand as it walked, black cape attached to it's armor billowing. The sword's blade was heavy, straight, double-bladed, and five feet in length, with a foot and a half long handle that had an ornate hilt with a heart-shaped pommel. This large weapon had no sheath, and glowed with a red magical aura as the armored warrior walked with the blade it's right hand and resting over the shoulder like a halberd or similar pole-arm.

The armored adventurer stopped it's walk as it reached the fountain, helm turned upwards to the statue of King Rosen in silence. A Heavy sigh came from the the adventurer while listening to the current news and rumors of the king's failing health. The adventurer stayed in that spot in contemplative silent before moving, walking around the fountain and intending to head north.

[Sir_Chivalry]

A young man walks into the plaza, smelling not too pleasant after days of travelling here. He looks around for some place to get a room and perhaps a bath, taking note of this talk of the royal wedding and the king's failing health.

He plans to look into this news of disappearances in Old Town and this gnomish dignitary. Gainful employment (and fun), it seems, are never far away in Aldhaven.

Gather Information: [roll0]

[planswalker]

Among the sounds of the merchants, the town crier, and the people coming was the sound of loud clanking metal as an adventurer made their way towards the fountain in the center of the plaza. This person was easily identifiable as an adventurer by the fact they were armed and armored as if they were about to ride off into battle at any time. This person was very tall, standing six and a half feet at the least and wore full plate armor that covered their entire body with a helmet that hid their face.

The adventurer had a giant sword in hand as it walked, black cape attached to it's armor billowing. The sword's blade was heavy, straight, double-bladed, and five feet in length, with a foot and a half long handle that had an ornate hilt with a heart-shaped pommel. This large weapon had no sheath, and glowed with a red magical aura as the armored warrior walked with the blade it's right hand and resting over the shoulder like a halberd or similar pole-arm.

The armored adventurer stopped it's walk as it reached the fountain, helm turned upwards to the statue of King Rosen in silence. A Heavy sigh came from the the adventurer while listening to the current news and rumors of the king's failing health. The adventurer stayed in that spot in contemplative silent before moving, walking around the fountain and intending to head north.

North of the Plaza, Mastiff Road continues up through Old Town.

[planswalker]

A young man walks into the plaza, smelling not too pleasant after days of travelling here. He looks around for some place to get a room and perhaps a bath, taking note of this talk of the royal wedding and the king's failing health.

He plans to look into this news of disappearances in Old Town and this gnomish dignitary. Gainful employment (and fun), it seems, are never far away in Aldhaven.

Gather Information: [roll0]

The disappearances in old town seem to be something the city guard has tried to cover up. Perhaps talking to the city watch post stationed Old Town would reveal more.

[Sir_Chivalry]

With this news, Gregor tries to ask around about the gnome, hoping his luck will hold out for the day.

Gather Information: [roll0]

He also asks the locals about a good place to eat and get a bath, perhaps some drinks too.

Gather Information: [roll1]

[Sir_Chivalry]

duplicate post

[Monodominant]

With this news, Gregor tries to ask around about the gnome, hoping his luck will hold out for the day.

Gather Information: [roll0]

He also asks the locals about a good place to eat and get a bath, perhaps some drinks too.

Gather Information: [roll1]

He hears that the Gnome dignitary is in Aldhaven to sign an important trade and defence treaty between Aldhaven and its satellite cities and the gnome kingdoms. The Kings failing health is what has caused delays and as such the treaty is not signed yet. He even hears that there was a failed attempt against the Gnome's life.

Aldhaven is full of place's to eat and drink depending on what his wallet can afford and his stomach tolerate. From cheap, tasteless beaver meat and simple food to extravagant cuisine as well.

The closest and most well known tavern to the central plaza is off course the famous and infamous at the same time Sad Flint.

[Sir_Chivalry]

He hears that the Gnome dignitary is in Aldhaven to sign an important trade and defence treaty between Aldhaven and its satellite cities and the gnome kingdoms. The Kings failing health is what has caused delays and as such the treaty is not signed yet. He even hears that there was a failed attempt against the Gnome's life.

Aldhaven is full of place's to eat and drink depending on what his wallet can afford and his stomach tolerate. From cheap, tasteless beaver meat and simple food to extravagant cuisine as well.

The closest and most well known tavern to the central plaza is off course the famous and infamous at the same time Sad Flint.

Gregor heads to the Sad Flint, removing and dusting his hat off as he goes.

[Rizban]

Among the sounds of the merchants, the town crier, and the people coming was the sound of loud clanking metal as an adventurer made their way towards the fountain in the center of the plaza. This person was easily identifiable as an adventurer by the fact they were armed and armored as if they were about to ride off into battle at any time. This person was very tall, standing six and a half feet at the least and wore full plate armor that covered their entire body with a helmet that hid their face.

The adventurer had a giant sword in hand as it walked, black cape attached to it's armor billowing. The sword's blade was heavy, straight, double-bladed, and five feet in length, with a foot and a half long handle that had an ornate hilt with a heart-shaped pommel. This large weapon had no sheath, and glowed with a red magical aura as the armored warrior walked with the blade it's right hand and resting over the shoulder like a halberd or similar pole-arm.

The armored adventurer stopped it's walk as it reached the fountain, helm turned upwards to the statue of King Rosen in silence. A Heavy sigh came from the the adventurer while listening to the current news and rumors of the king's failing health. The adventurer stayed in that spot in contemplative silent before moving, walking around the fountain and intending to head north.


North of the Plaza, Mastiff Road continues up through Old Town. The figure walks around the fountain, drawing a few glances. A guard nearby says, "Please put away your weapon unless you're trying to sell it. You're unsettling the merchants a bit."

Other than a few quick glances from those nearby making sure you aren't about to do something stupid like many adventurers before you who thought they were above the law, most people aren't really paying attention. It seems like adventurers are common in this part of the city, particularly with the Sad Flint and Ezekiel's Supplies being located here.

[Monodominant]

Gregor heads to the Sad Flint, removing and dusting his hat off as he goes.

The interior of the Sad Flint is quite crowded. People are coming and going all over the rather large barroom. Patrons of any possible description abound, most content to drink the beers in their hands. No one bothers to turn their head when yet another patron walks in. The atmosphere of the place is slightly dingy, but comfortable.

A lone half-giant is serving as the bartender at the long bar across from the entrance. Round tables with an average of four chairs each litter the common area, although several have borrowed chairs from others nearby. More than half of them seem occupied by patrons of some description and number. A pair of armored bouncers guard a double door along the west wall. You see a halfling enter through those doors as you enter.

Barmaids of many different races weave in and out of the traffic, delivering food and drinks, as well as picking up empty crockery and more than a few pick-up lines.

[Zerkai]

The figure walks around the fountain, drawing a few glances. A guard nearby says, "Please put away your weapon unless you're trying to sell it. You're unsettling the merchants a bit."

Other than a few quick glances from those nearby making sure you aren't about to do something stupid like many adventurers before you who thought they were above the law, most people aren't really paying attention. It seems like adventurers are common in this part of the city, particularly with the Sad Flint and Ezekiel's Supplies being located here.

The armored adventurer came to a halt as it heard the guard, the helm that hid it's face turning down to stare at him silently for a moment. "... Oh! Right, my apologies!" As it turns out the tall adventurer in armor was a woman with a deep, husky voice.

"I don't have any kind of sheath. Wherever I put it I can never draw it fully from the scabbard." The woman explained herself before she turned her attention back to her large sword, her other hand removing the straps from her back off her shoulder, setting it on the ground, She opened the larger middle pocket of her back, her sword slowly sinking into and disappearing from sight into the much smaller back, obviously magical as well.

With that down, the armored woman headed north down Mastif Road and towards Old Town, keen on investigating the recent disappearances.

[Sir_Chivalry]

The interior of the Sad Flint is quite crowded. People are coming and going all over the rather large barroom. Patrons of any possible description abound, most content to drink the beers in their hands. No one bothers to turn their head when yet another patron walks in. The atmosphere of the place is slightly dingy, but comfortable.

A lone half-giant is serving as the bartender at the long bar across from the entrance. Round tables with an average of four chairs each litter the common area, although several have borrowed chairs from others nearby. More than half of them seem occupied by patrons of some description and number. A pair of armored bouncers guard a double door along the west wall. You see a halfling enter through those doors as you enter.

Barmaids of many different races weave in and out of the traffic, delivering food and drinks, as well as picking up empty crockery and more than a few pick-up lines.

Gregor approaches the bar.

"Barman! How do you do? Can I get a pint of your house bitter and a glass of frenzywater?"

Drinks assumedly in hand, Gregor attempts to make his way to an empty table. Barring that, one with plenty of space and not too many people, in which case:

Diplomacy [roll0] in order to convince the person (or people) at the table to let him sit (I'd suspect with a -2 due to dirty smelliness).

[Monodominant]

The bar man, a huge half-giant looks at you and frowns at your tone. He complies with your request though and places two large glasses infront of you and grunts

"That will be 2 gold, boy"

Luckily for you, you find an empty table almost in the middle of the room as it seems very few of the patrons choose to consiously be in the center of attention.

[Sir_Chivalry]

The bar man, a huge half-giant looks at you and frowns at your tone. He complies with your request though and places two large glasses infront of you and grunts

"That will be 2 gold, boy"

Luckily for you, you find an empty table almost in the middle of the room as it seems very few of the patrons choose to consiously be in the center of attention.

"Why thank you sir. Thirst and fatigue do make a man want for drink this time of day."

Gregor pays for the drinks and tips the barman a gold for good measure, as service was prompt and his demeanor so . . . colourful. With a wink he is off to sit at the center table, as leaning against the wall does not appeal to him.

While he drinks the bitter, he leaves the frenzy water alone, and plans what his next move will be. Should he scout out this dignitary or see about these disappearances? He traces on the table with his finger, a nervous habit he's had since he was young.

Int/Wis check: [roll0]

[Monodominant]

Sir Chivalry it doesnt really work like that in open sandbox game. You cant make an int/wis roll and ask me to decide what your character does. The game is "reactive" you tell me what you -do- I tell you what the effect is... I cannot and will not make decisions for your character... The check does so that is smart enough to make his own decisions.



He is hard pressed to receive an answer from the beyond. It seems such challenges are those that are faced among all work seeking individuals and it comes down to personal choice.

It would help if he could collect more information on both cases before making an educated decision as both ventures seem complex. The disappearances is something that the might of the City Watch has been unable to address and the Gnome dignitary is something that would take incredible tact.

During his rumor gathering he did hear that there was indeed an attempt on the Gnome's life and that it failed horribly as the retinue of the Gnome took care of it without him lifting a finger.

While contemplating all this he notices that in the shadowy corners of the Flint there are various individuals that also sit on their own and some are not even drinking but rather observing the rest of the tavern.

In general from his few hours in the city he realises that the amount of possibilities and diffrent types of employment are simply staggering... the world is an oyster waiting for him to pick it. In addition to that he had also heard when asking about the Sad Flint that many find employment in its heart though the rumors where vague about the details.

[Sir_Chivalry]

Sir Chivalry it doesnt really work like that in open sandbox game. You cant make an int/wis roll and ask me to decide what your character does. The game is "reactive" you tell me what you -do- I tell you what the effect is... I cannot and will not make decisions for your character... The check does so that is smart enough to make his own decisions.



He is hard pressed to receive an answer from the beyond. It seems such challenges are those that are faced among all work seeking individuals and it comes down to personal choice.

It would help if he could collect more information on both cases before making an educated decision as both ventures seem complex. The disappearances is something that the might of the City Watch has been unable to address and the Gnome dignitary is something that would take incredible tact.

During his rumor gathering he did hear that there was indeed an attempt on the Gnome's life and that it failed horribly as the retinue of the Gnome took care of it without him lifting a finger.

While contemplating all this he notices that in the shadowy corners of the Flint there are various individuals that also sit on their own and some are not even drinking but rather observing the rest of the tavern.

In general from his few hours in the city he realises that the amount of possibilities and diffrent types of employment are simply staggering... the world is an oyster waiting for him to pick it. In addition to that he had also heard when asking about the Sad Flint that many find employment in its heart though the rumors where vague about the details.

Pondering his options, Gregor, as is often the case, comes up with nothing.

"Damn. This vexes me."

He finishes his drink and moves out of the Sad Flint, heading for the embassy district. The walk will do him good, and he wishes to observe this retinue of the gnome.

Disguise check to appear less conspicuous (minor details only): [roll0]

[Monodominant]

Sorry to spoil a good roll but also for future refence disguise checks and other checks that should be secret are rolled by the DMs off screen...



Gregor indeed leaves and finds a quiet spot for him to apply his make-up and alter his appearance in small ways.

He realises though that he doesnt actually know where and if there is such a thing as an embassy district.



Gather info and/or knowledge local test please.

(keep in mind gather info takes 1d4+1 hours)

Edit: Or alternatively you can literally ask someone (like a guard in the plaza)

[Sir_Chivalry]

Sorry to spoil a good roll but also for future refence disguise checks and other checks that should be secret are rolled by the DMs off screen...



Gregor indeed leaves and finds a quiet spot for him to apply his make-up and alter his appearance in small ways.

He realises though that he doesnt actually know where and if there is such a thing as an embassy district.



Gather info and/or knowledge local test please.

(keep in mind gather info takes 1d4+1 hours)

Edit: Or alternatively you can literally ask someone (like a guard in the plaza)



As a DM of sandbox games, I've found you have to accept that there is something we shall call momentum in games like this. Either you provide it or the players do. It is not at the moment being provided by the DMs, so I'm left to provide my own momentum. Know that waiting for players to provide their own momentum can take some time, especially when given all the information a legally blind man would know starting off.

A few questions:

Did I teleport into the square? Unless I did, I walked through at least nine or ten districts to get to a city square in a metropolis. Are you telling me none of them (these areas near the entrance of the city) are embassy districts? Knowledge (local) [roll0] (max result possible 10)

Is this city xenophobically closed off from outsiders? I can assume not, as they seem to like us adventurers, so they must have relations with the outside. Now either these embassies are placed in their own ghettoes for demi-human races, or they are grouped in at least the same ward if not district. Knowledge (local) [roll1] (max result possible 10)

And finally, can I get an answer as to where my character can take a bath and sleep. I'm not doing either of those in a place that has murdering cultists in the basement, or whatever that was before in the Sad Flint. Knowledge (local) [roll2] (max result possible 10), Gather Information for the embassy district while I'm at it [roll3] hours:[roll4]

Gregor looks at the sign posts nearby. The clever denizens of this city must have marked where important areas are, and at least this will help him find his way away from the square, with its hustle and bustle.

Depending on what the signs say, he will head for these sorts of places in this order of preference
1. Embassy district, if it exists
2. university district, or some area of assembled scholars, so he knows where to go later
3. a nice restaurant or eating hall
4. bath and sleep

[Rizban]

As a DM of sandbox games, I've found you have to accept that there is something we shall call momentum in games like this. Either you provide it or the players do. It is not at the moment being provided by the DMs, so I'm left to provide my own momentum. Know that waiting for players to provide their own momentum can take some time, especially when given all the information a legally blind man would know starting off.

A few questions:

Did I teleport into the square? Unless I did, I walked through at least nine or ten districts to get to a city square in a metropolis. Are you telling me none of them (these areas near the entrance of the city) are embassy districts? Knowledge (local) [roll0] (max result possible 10)

Is this city xenophobically closed off from outsiders? I can assume not, as they seem to like us adventurers, so they must have relations with the outside. Now either these embassies are placed in their own ghettoes for demi-human races, or they are grouped in at least the same ward if not district. Knowledge (local) [roll1] (max result possible 10)

And finally, can I get an answer as to where my character can take a bath and sleep. I'm not doing either of those in a place that has murdering cultists in the basement, or whatever that was before in the Sad Flint. Knowledge (local) [roll2] (max result possible 10), Gather Information for the embassy district while I'm at it [roll3] hours:[roll4]

Gregor looks at the sign posts nearby. The clever denizens of this city must have marked where important areas are, and at least this will help him find his way away from the square, with its hustle and bustle.

Depending on what the signs say, he will head for these sorts of places in this order of preference
1. Embassy district, if it exists
2. university district, or some area of assembled scholars, so he knows where to go later
3. a nice restaurant or eating hall
4. bath and sleepFirst of all, that's exactly what he's telling you. There are no "embassy districts" that are between any of the four city gates and the Plaza.

The listed districts in the intro post are the only districts in the city, so you would not have walked through 9 or 10 of them to get to the Plaza, unless you walked in a big circle through the entire city first. The Plaza isn't a district, it's just a large, open square in Midtown with an actual name.

The DMG defines a metropolis as 25,001+ residents, which Aldhaven definitely has; however, it is certainly not as large as a modern day metropolis. By modern terms, it would probably be considered a small city. We do use the rules for a metropolis for Aldhaven, because, by the rules, it is one. Now, if your curious as to more specifics of the city's makeup, that'll require some RP or really good knowledge rolls.There are no obvious street signs to any of the embassies in the city.
Nor are there any signs pointing the way to the university; however, asking around yields a quick answer withing a few minutes, as most people know that it is located in Old Town.
There are numerous restaurants, taverns, and inns located throughout the city, though the only one in the Plaza itself is the Sad Flint.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled DM.


The armored adventurer came to a halt as it heard the guard, the helm that hid it's face turning down to stare at him silently for a moment. "... Oh! Right, my apologies!" As it turns out the tall adventurer in armor was a woman with a deep, husky voice.

"I don't have any kind of sheath. Wherever I put it I can never draw it fully from the scabbard." The woman explained herself before she turned her attention back to her large sword, her other hand removing the straps from her back off her shoulder, setting it on the ground, She opened the larger middle pocket of her back, her sword slowly sinking into and disappearing from sight into the much smaller back, obviously magical as well.

With that down, the armored woman headed north down Mastif Road and towards Old Town, keen on investigating the recent disappearances.As she leaves for Old Town, she wanders into her own thread. Link to follow in PM.

[Moranica]

A tall, handsome man enters the square, walking around casually, displaying confidence and good demeanor. He takes in the surroundings and appears to enjoy the sight of all these different races and personalities congregating in one spot. He walks up to the big inn and seems lost in thought.

Hmmm, nah, to risky and probably not big enough either. It's close to a good source though....

Quickly after he walks up to one of the guards.

"Hello, good man, could perhaps tell me where a man of my stature could find more permanent lodgings then this inn over here?"

[planswalker]

A tall, handsome man enters the square, walking around casually, displaying confidence and good demeanor. He takes in the surroundings and appears to enjoy the sight of all these different races and personalities congregating in one spot. He walks up to the big inn and seems lost in thought.

Hmmm, nah, to risky and probably not big enough either. It's close to a good source though....

Quickly after he walks up to one of the guards.

"Hello, good man, could perhaps tell me where a man of my stature could find more permanent lodgings then this inn over here?"

i call dibs on this one!

"Well, there are quite a few hostels in Old town that are moderately priced. That's just to the south of here. Midtown to the north probably has some more as well. If you're looking to purchase instead of rent, that's a little more costly, but most the districts in the city have such accommodations for sale."

[Moranica]

Glad to be with you. :smallbiggrin:

"Thank you for the information. I'll go and have a look at those hostels then. But I have another question first. Should I be worried about thieves around any of these parts of town?"

[Sir_Chivalry]

First of all, that's exactly what he's telling you. There are no "embassy districts" that are between any of the four city gates and the Plaza.

The listed districts in the intro post are the only districts in the city, so you would not have walked through 9 or 10 of them to get to the Plaza, unless you walked in a big circle through the entire city first. The Plaza isn't a district, it's just a large, open square in Midtown with an actual name.

The DMG defines a metropolis as 25,001+ residents, which Aldhaven definitely has; however, it is certainly not as large as a modern day metropolis. By modern terms, it would probably be considered a small city. We do use the rules for a metropolis for Aldhaven, because, by the rules, it is one. Now, if your curious as to more specifics of the city's makeup, that'll require some RP or really good knowledge rolls.There are no obvious street signs to any of the embassies in the city.
Nor are there any signs pointing the way to the university; however, asking around yields a quick answer withing a few minutes, as most people know that it is located in Old Town.
There are numerous restaurants, taverns, and inns located throughout the city, though the only one in the Plaza itself is the Sad Flint.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled DM.

As she leaves for Old Town, she wanders into her own thread. Link to follow in PM.

When using terms that are present in the language of the game, it is best to assume these terms are defined as defined in the rulebooks.

A district is ~500 people on average, ranging from 350 to 550. This metropolis would have ~50 districts at least, assuming it wasn't all slums and red light districts and other high density districts.

If the districts you mention are "wards", groupings of three to five districts into over-arching areas, then yes, you have nine wards, so you're at worst about one short, which is your perogative as the triumvarate DMs, and from the looks of things you've got everything you need.

That's basically what I'm trying to figure out here, as the way the city divides itself is important to my character (I'll find it out on my own as I go, just want to know you've got the info I need). Also, no embassy district. Cool. Straight answers generally help, instead of vagueness, unless there's a reason for it.

Back to the game (these are all knowledge (local)(max result 10))! Does the area around the university have anywhere to sleep [roll0], eat [roll1], and wash up [roll2]?

Gregor heads off to Old Town, glad to finally have a direction.

He keeps his hands crossed under his cloak as he walks, in order to keep them warm, and hurries so as to make the most of the daylight.

[planswalker]

Glad to be with you. :smallbiggrin:

"Thank you for the information. I'll go and have a look at those hostels then. But I have another question first. Should I be worried about thieves around any of these parts of town?"

"If thieves worry you, stay out of the Docks. Elsewhere, thefts aren't particularly high. The Noble's Quarter of course is almost crime-free, since you have to be a registered person to get in."

[Moranica]

"Alright, thanks, I'll be sure to stay away from the docks."

Alfonso then turns and heads of to Old town to look for a hostel and to gather some info on the supposed evil cult.

Hostel first, gather info on the way and after. [roll0]

[Monodominant]

When using terms that are present in the language of the game, it is best to assume these terms are defined as defined in the rulebooks.

A district is ~500 people on average, ranging from 350 to 550. This metropolis would have ~50 districts at least, assuming it wasn't all slums and red light districts and other high density districts.

If the districts you mention are "wards", groupings of three to five districts into over-arching areas, then yes, you have nine wards, so you're at worst about one short, which is your perogative as the triumvarate DMs, and from the looks of things you've got everything you need.

That's basically what I'm trying to figure out here, as the way the city divides itself is important to my character (I'll find it out on my own as I go, just want to know you've got the info I need). Also, no embassy district. Cool. Straight answers generally help, instead of vagueness, unless there's a reason for it.

Back to the game (these are all knowledge (local)(max result 10))! Does the area around the university have anywhere to sleep [roll0], eat [roll1], and wash up [roll2]?

Gregor heads off to Old Town, glad to finally have a direction.

He keeps his hands crossed under his cloak as he walks, in order to keep them warm, and hurries so as to make the most of the daylight.



For the record since I am from Athens...

if you come today to Athens from the airport (or even the port) and you cross a city of 5 million and reach the center from the central roads you will find NO embassies.

You will also not find any signs pointing TO the embassies.

The American and Israeli embassies are the only two most famous Embassies because people demonstrate outside them very often but if you ask me where the German, Spanish, French and British embassy is I actually have no clue and I have lived in Athens for 25 years.

So although what you say -in theory- could be right in practice many times things are diffrent. Thats why I made it clear that you can either do a knowledge check (which represents the generic info you hear on the street) or ACTUALLY walk up to a guard and ask "hey are there any embassies around here?"

In addition to the above most dark ages/medieval/Renaissance cities did not have a street by street name. There were few major roads that were named but in reality you had more, as you point out, smaller neighborhoods or districts (for example The Shambles was a common name for a particular type of street in many English cities... as was the High Streets which were not named but rather called... High Street)

Lastly, I realise that in order to keep going you need momentum as you say... I am far to skeptical though due to the backlash and possible results and need of retcons that this may cause.

To give an example, Plans who is DMing me some times answers with one liners to avoid "forcing" me into situations... so after listening I manage to unlock a locked door. He could answer -you unlock and walk outside-.He doesnt though... he choose to simply say -you hear a satisfying click as the door is unlocked-. This means I need to make a post saying I go out but its better than the alternative of him telling me I go out, I get seen and then I tell him "by I didnt SAY I go out...".

Back to the game.


There are three taverns very close to the university that fill the criteria of food, bath and sleep.

He learns that one of them, the Fancy Pony, has a fairly bad reputation as quite a few customers have in the past complained about the fact that their possessions disappear after they enter the baths but it is widely accepted as the best of the four.

The one that has the least amount of negative comments is the Lion and the Mouse, a small two-story family run establishment that is expensive but said to have the finest honey mead in the quarter.

The most exclusive one is the Old Weavers Inn that boasts the claim that it has been around since 1192 without ever closing. The prices here are unreasonable to the extreme and it some times seen as a privilege to be actually allowed to rent a room for more than two nights in a row.

All three are no more than 10 minutes walking from each other and located fairly close to the University.

[Sir_Chivalry]

For the record since I am from Athens...

if you come today to Athens from the airport (or even the port) and you cross a city of 5 million and reach the center from the central roads you will find NO embassies.

You will also not find any signs pointing TO the embassies.

The American and Israeli embassies are the only two most famous Embassies because people demonstrate outside them very often but if you ask me where the German, Spanish, French and British embassy is I actually have no clue and I have lived in Athens for 25 years.

So although what you say -in theory- could be right in practice many times things are diffrent. Thats why I made it clear that you can either do a knowledge check (which represents the generic info you hear on the street) or ACTUALLY walk up to a guard and ask "hey are there any embassies around here?"

In addition to the above most dark ages/medieval/Renaissance cities did not have a street by street name. There were few major roads that were named but in reality you had more, as you point out, smaller neighborhoods or districts (for example The Shambles was a common name for a particular type of street in many English cities... as was the High Streets which were not named but rather called... High Street)

Lastly, I realise that in order to keep going you need momentum as you say... I am far to skeptical though due to the backlash and possible results and need of retcons that this may cause.

To give an example, Plans who is DMing me some times answers with one liners to avoid "forcing" me into situations... so after listening I manage to unlock a locked door. He could answer -you unlock and walk outside-.He doesnt though... he choose to simply say -you hear a satisfying click as the door is unlocked-. This means I need to make a post saying I go out but its better than the alternative of him telling me I go out, I get seen and then I tell him "by I didnt SAY I go out...".

Back to the game.


There are three taverns very close to the university that fill the criteria of food, bath and sleep.

He learns that one of them, the Fancy Pony, has a fairly bad reputation as quite a few customers have in the past complained about the fact that their possessions disappear after they enter the baths but it is widely accepted as the best of the four.

The one that has the least amount of negative comments is the Lion and the Mouse, a small two-story family run establishment that is expensive but said to have the finest honey mead in the quarter.

The most exclusive one is the Old Weavers Inn that boasts the claim that it has been around since 1192 without ever closing. The prices here are unreasonable to the extreme and it some times seen as a privilege to be actually allowed to rent a room for more than two nights in a row.

All three are no more than 10 minutes walking from each other and located fairly close to the University.

Gregor walks into the Lion and the Mouse, taking off his hat again and greeting any employee he meets

"Hello, I was wondering if I could rent a room?"

[Monodominant]

The tavern part of the inn is half-empty currently and as such quite a few of the patrons turn to look at you as you enter but return to their drinks and conversations a moment later.

The tavern is tastefully decorated with paintings on the walls and fairly rustic brewery equipment used to convey the atmosphere.

From the perspective of staff you see two currently. An older, plum woman in her late forties and a younger man that is incredibly skinny and timid and who is currently cleaning a table from spilled beer. You have the feeling that the patrons on the particular table have spilled the drink on purpose as they seem to be making fun of the young man.

At your question the woman waves you over and leans closer.

"Welcome to the Lion and the Mouse traveler!" she says with a winning smile. "Are you interested in a longer term rent or just something for tonight?" she asks as she puts a hand-written catalog that details a wide variety of food and drink in front of you.

[Sir_Chivalry]

The tavern part of the inn is half-empty currently and as such quite a few of the patrons turn to look at you as you enter but return to their drinks and conversations a moment later.

The tavern is tastefully decorated with paintings on the walls and fairly rustic brewery equipment used to convey the atmosphere.

From the perspective of staff you see two currently. An older, plum woman in her late forties and a younger man that is incredibly skinny and timid and who is currently cleaning a table from spilled beer. You have the feeling that the patrons on the particular table have spilled the drink on purpose as they seem to be making fun of the young man.

At your question the woman waves you over and leans closer.

"Welcome to the Lion and the Mouse traveler!" she says with a winning smile. "Are you interested in a longer term rent or just something for tonight?" she asks as she puts a hand-written catalog that details a wide variety of food and drink in front of you.

"I was thinking long-term. Can I pay for the week at least? How much would it be for a month?"

[planswalker]

"Alright, thanks, I'll be sure to stay away from the docks."

Alfonso then turns and heads of to Old town to look for a hostel and to gather some info on the supposed evil cult.

Hostel first, gather info on the way and after. [roll0]

The hostel and the intel will all be found in your own private thread.

btw, I've been sans internet all afternoon. The neglect was not my choice.

[Monodominant]

"I was thinking long-term. Can I pay for the week at least? How much would it be for a month?"




Haggling, pricing and more fun will be found in your personal thread.

[Rizban]

When using terms that are present in the language of the game, it is best to assume these terms are defined as defined in the rulebooks.

A district is ~500 people on average, ranging from 350 to 550. This metropolis would have ~50 districts at least, assuming it wasn't all slums and red light districts and other high density districts.

If the districts you mention are "wards", groupings of three to five districts into over-arching areas, then yes, you have nine wards, so you're at worst about one short, which is your perogative as the triumvarate DMs, and from the looks of things you've got everything you need.

That's basically what I'm trying to figure out here, as the way the city divides itself is important to my character (I'll find it out on my own as I go, just want to know you've got the info I need). Also, no embassy district. Cool. Straight answers generally help, instead of vagueness, unless there's a reason for it.

Back to the game (these are all knowledge (local)(max result 10))! Does the area around the university have anywhere to sleep [roll0], eat [roll1], and wash up [roll2]?

Gregor heads off to Old Town, glad to finally have a direction.

He keeps his hands crossed under his cloak as he walks, in order to keep them warm, and hurries so as to make the most of the daylight.Districts aren't defined in the DMG; however, Cityscape has this definition:
A district might be a single neighborhood or city block, or it might encompass a large area. Districts have their own purposes or identities. Some contain similar types of buildings, such as a waterfront or shop district. Others, such as a lord’s keep or a garrison, are single buildings or complexes with large numbers of residents and staff. A district can contain as few as several dozen people, or as many as several thousand. Most average between 300 and 600 individuals. Some cities have multiple examples of the same district, but few contain every kind. As a general guideline, small cities have about twenty districts, large cities around forty, and metropolises roughly eighty.
The terms “quarter,” “neighborhood,” “ward,” “end,” and “section” might be used instead of “district.”

Aldhaven uses the larger "version" of districts. In the end, it boils down to we chose to call them "districts" rather than one of the other synonyms. Now, if you wish to continue a rules discussion, then take it to PMs rather than the IC thread.

[HerbieRAI]

A short dark looking man walks into the plaza and begins to scan the area. This city will do well, Deshear thought to himself. He could make a fortune and lay low at the same time. The first goal should be getting a job, and get some contacts in the city to show him around. He walks over to some of the vendors and begins his search for an employer.

"This must be a very big city to post requests to assassinate people openly. Any idea what group or person would have that kind of money and influence in this city?"


gather information [roll0]

[mrcarter11]

Just arriving within the city, Isten takes his time looking through the plaza and checking out the local shops to see if anything catches his eye. Hearing the crier speak of some ancient runes and the chance to keep magical artifacts, intrigues the young Isten more than any shop could.

Deciding he would need to know how to find this farmer and his ruins, Isten decides to speak to the local guard standing duty in the plaza
Excuse me, but I was hoping one of you two, could direct me to this farmer and his ruins I heard about."

[TechnOkami]

Striding forth from a humble, and surprisingly wooded area of the city, a great being of the forest strides forth from the small grove.

[Rizban]

People stare at this walking "tree" as he goes.

[TechnOkami]

This "tree" has heard many things on the winds these days. Though a chopped and disorganized wind, it is the wind of the city. He has heard of ancient ruins outside the city walls, a place far closer to nature than the vast majority of the city itself (with the exclusion of the grove, of course). He walks to the city gate, and asks a local guard, in his long, but surprisingly soothing speech, "Excuse me, but I heard of a farm which, reportedly, now has ancient ruins discovered underneath. You wouldn't happen to know where this farm is, would you?"

[mrcarter11]

Isten seeing another being requesting the same information as he is, decides to strike up a simple conversation with the other fellow.

"Hello there. Say you are interested in those ruins too? I myself was thinking of heading over there after I found their location, do tell, would you be interested in going through them together?"

[planswalker]

This "tree" has heard many things on the winds these days. Though a chopped and disorganized wind, it is the wind of the city. He has heard of ancient ruins outside the city walls, a place far closer to nature than the vast majority of the city itself (with the exclusion of the grove, of course). He walks to the city gate, and asks a local guard, in his long, but surprisingly soothing speech, "Excuse me, but I heard of a farm which, reportedly, now has ancient ruins discovered underneath. You wouldn't happen to know where this farm is, would you?"

"No I don't but I'm pretty sure the advertisement over by the Sad Flint include directions on how to get there."

The advertisement is located on a board just outside the Sad Flint.


Isten seeing another being requesting the same information as he is, decides to strike up a simple conversation with the other fellow.

"Hello there. Say you are interested in those ruins too? I myself was thinking of heading over there after I found their location, do tell, would you be interested in going through them together?"

nothing to respond to, as you're now waiting on the other pc's response.

[mrcarter11]

Isten, not always being the most polite person, catches what the guard says, and decides to head off on his own rather then wait.

"Well I do thank you for that information, and to you new acquaintance, perhaps we shall see each other there and regroup then. Best of luck to you my friend.

With that said, Isten heads towards the Sad Flint and read the directions to the farm.

[planswalker]

He learns the location of said farm and directions to go there. He may now travel there with certainty if he wishes.

[mrcarter11]

Isten begins his journey to the farmlands. On his way there, Isten pulls up his Inertia Armor, letting the power also be shared with his psicrystal.
If it is a long way there, I'm gonna hold off on the power.. But if it's only a short way, I use it now. I spend a full 7 points on it. My sheet will soon reflect as much.

[planswalker]

It appears that the farm is located in his own personal thread. pm inc.

[TechnOkami]

Sylvanus raises his hand as if he were about to say something, then watches the (human?) walk off.
He shakes his head, "Impatient creatures..."
He then lumbers over to the advertisement, learns of the farm's location, and begins his trek there.

[planswalker]

And thus makes it to his own private thread as well. pm inc.

[Psilulz]

Keith walks into The Plaza, holding a leash bound to Albert, a large dog of mutted origin. There's got to be some sort of work here. That house really put me back monetarily... He then notices the crier and board, and walks over. Keith then proceeds to scan the board for any sort of work he thinks he would be good at. Lost cat... Spies... Ancient ruins... Ah, this sounds interesting: missing people. A guard or other official should at least know who I should talk to.

Keith finds walks up to the nearest guard he can find and asks, "S'cuse me sir, I was wondering if you could tell me who I should speak to about finding the missing persons advertised on the announcement board over there."

[planswalker]

"You'll want to be talking to the sergeant in Old Town's guardhouse."

[Psilulz]

"Ah. Thank you sir. Hope you have a safe day."
Keith will head off to the Old Town guardhouse.

[Monodominant]

On his way to the guardhouse he stumbles upon his own personal thread.



PM incoming.

[Gavinfoxx]

A young, red haired apparently mostly human man rides into the central square, atop a laden, tarp covered cart pulled by a mule. The only thing that places him apart from normal human are his seemingly half-there, glowing blue spectacles, behind which shine glowing blue-within-blue eyes. He rides up to one of the more alert looking guards and, waiting for anyone else to finish talking with him, asks him a question.

"Excuse me good sir, can you direct me to the city's administration district? I am an artist, artisan, and craftsman, and I would like to talk to some of the most appropriate city bureaucrats regarding some ideas I have, and to obtain appropriate permits."

[planswalker]

"We got our fair share of bureaucrats, true, but there isn't a whole district devoted to them. A lot of the lesser officials are in Midtown and Old Town. The Docks have a lot of shipping officials, but the people you really want for that is the city council They meet every Thursday, and they can approve your proposal then. You're in luck, though, it's Friday, giving you six days to convince them."

[Gavinfoxx]

The red haired, blue eyed man nods. "Thank you. In which area could I find some of the council members? Are there any member that accepts walk-ins? Do you know how I could find out who would have the most clout with regards to being a Patron or Sponsoring or otherwise paying someone to do public works and public art or fixing that sort of problem for the city? You know, building stuff rather than adventuring stuff like that Crier is going on about. Failing that, does any one of the Noble Houses sponsor up and coming artist types more than the others?"

[planswalker]

"They all live in Midtown. The rest of you questions are best asked of someone besides myself. I ain't no guildsman. I'm just a simple beat cop."

[Gavinfoxx]

The blue eyed man tips the guard five silver*, thanks him, and drives his mule and cart off toward Midtown.


*Assuming this is the price for a day's worth of quality meals in this city as he has seen people hawking their wares, else he will tip him an amount closer to that, up to 3 gold.

[planswalker]

The guard takes the 5 silver and thanks you.

Midtown is in your own private thread. pm inc.

[Mistral]

Among the crowds bustling through the busy market streets is a rather average-looking young woman, distinguished by a shock of red hair and a yellow robe matted with the stains of long and arduous travel by foot. She had thought Vallair a busy city, Mirella reflected as she looked about, but the ducal city, however prosperous it was, wasn't a patch on the capital of the Kingdom of Aldhaven.

She stops in the center of the square, shading her eyes against the sun to look up at and admire the statue of King Rosen for a moment, then looks about at the crowds. She hears the town crier as he calls out the news of the day, and starts slightly as he calls out that the university is accepting new students. Luck, it seems, is not against her at all. She walks over, her walking stick clicking against the cobbles. "Hello," she says to him. "Might I enquire about the last story you called out, about the University? How may I reach the University from here, and do you know how long registration will be open?"

[Rizban]

"The university is located in Old Town. I don't know, honestly. I'm sure they'll let us know when it is concluded so that we don't keep telling people."

[Mistral]

"I'm sorry. I'm new to Aldhaven, so I don't know where anything is. Could you tell me where Old Town and the other major wards are?"

[Rizban]

"Well, if you look north, those buildings on the north end of the Plaza are technically the start of Old Town. Just follow Mastiff's, which runs through the Plaza, northwest until you see Royal Road, that's the big one that leads into the Nobles' Quarter. Follow that one north until you see the university."

[Mistral]

"Thank you." She follows the route he pointed her on, looking for the University.

[Rizban]

She finds it rather easily. A large, wrought iron gate stands open in front of the campus, topped by a sign which reads "Aldhaven Royal University of Scientific Esoterica."

[Mistral]

She enters, looking about either for the registration location, if clearly marked, or someone who looks like they could direct her to the correct location.

[Rizban]

It seems as if there is a student organization fair going on at this very moment. A large sign points the way to the registration office.

[Mistral]

Rather than heading immediately for the registration offices, Mirella first takes a quick tour through the fair, looking at the various student organizations to get a better feel for the breadth of available activities.

[Rizban]

As she wanders around campus, she finds her own thread.

[Toptomcat]

A powerfully built man steps onto Mastiff's Road without ceremony, carrying a cloth-wrapped bundle and followed by two others with similar burdens. He is bald- and somewhat young to be so involuntarily, so it must be a conscious fashion decision. He is dressed in practical, loose-fitting clothing that is nonetheless well-tailored and of good material. The two who followed him begin setting up a large, colorful banner reading "THREE TREASURES SCHOOL OF MARTIAL ARTS" in a likely-seeming spot as he approaches one of the guards.

"We don't need a permit for a street performance here, right?"

[Monodominant]

The guard looks at you with interest as he leans on his halberd.

"Just as long as you dont harm anyone and you dont do it for money no. If you are planning to accept any money that will not go to donations then you must first get a license by the Guild of Performing Arts in the Guildsman District"

[NineThePuma]

Smith Ferrer, to all the world an older human man, entered the city just after mid day, traveling with a caravan delivering supplies from a nearby farming community. The man, back bent with age, stopped just inside the city, took a deep breath, and pushed onwards. It was only when he reached the Plaza that he realized he'd made a critical error and stopped to ask one of the Guards a few questions.

"Where, mayhaps, could I find your banks and the Blacksmith guild?" he asked the guard in a wheezy, elderly voice.

Bout damn time, neh?

[Monodominant]

The guard smiles more kindly to you.

"Take it easy there old timer. So, the banks is an easy one. Depending on your affluence you can find Banks in Midtown, where you are now, in the North and South Quarter as well at the Mage's Quarter, were more often than not they cater to the highy and mighty yet not high or mighty enough to roam in the Noble's Quarter. There might be smaller banks located in all other districts but this is where you will be finding the safest institutions." he says and pauses.

"As for Blacksmiths guild. Well... North east from here is the Guildman district. I dont know about Blacksmiths in particular but that is where your best bet is for any guilds or trade organisations."

[NineThePuma]

"Thanks, my friend. Where might the nearest bank be, then? Just a general direction, it's my first time in the city and I'd rather not get lost." The old man said, giving a somewhat sheepish look.

[Monodominant]

The guard smiles kindly as if you remind him someone of his own.

"Well sir, you just need to follow this here big road, Mastiff Road its called, for about five minutes heading towards the North until you see Lenarina's Emporium. You cant miss it, its big, its loud and it has some kind of magical toys and knick knacks from all over the continet. So once at Lenarina's you turn left and the third building after her is the Aldhaven Nammel Brothers which is a fairly strong banking association. My parents have their money secured there..." he says and pats you on the back.

[Toptomcat]

Isaac's eyebrows rise.

"Really? There's a racket for you. Okay, I guess I'll have to comp my guys for this on my own dime. They've got day jobs, after all."

He goes back to his students, helps them put the finishing touches on the banner, and then gets right to the business of putting on a show. Isaac is clearly experienced at this kind of thing- his loud, clear voice and line of practiced patter attract plenty of spectators. They begin with a brick-breaking demonstration: the first student breaks a single one with an overhand chop, failing on the first attempt and succeeding on the second. It's no great feat, but the fact that it's obviously his first attempt gives it a certain charm: the trepidation on his face as he stepped up to it and the relief and sudden pride on it when the brick finally broke bring a smattering of applause from the crowd. The second student breaks three, then Isaac sets up a stack as high as his waist and invites the crowd to tell him which brick to break. He breaks the third brick into the stack with a single palm strike to the top of the stack: then the fifth, the seventh. When some wag in the crowd shouts out "Fourth and sixth!" he grins, shifts his stance, and obligest with panache, which gets outright cheers from the growing audience. Once the brick fragments are cleared up, the next thing is a dizzying array of trips, sweeps and throws. The demonstration starts slowly with a few small foot sweeps that put the recipiant gently on their back, but slowly escalates to big hip throws, leaping suplexes, and impressive sacrifice throws that pound the victim into the floor with dull thuds. They move onto acrobatic kicks, then a short series of block-and-counterthrow techniques, finally culminating in a spectacular display of toughness in which wooden staves and paving stones are shattered over Isaac's head and limbs. It's all cleanly rehearsed and quite well-presented.

"And now we move on to the really fun part. We're a school of martial arts, not of looking impressive, and despite everything we've shown you today we aren't worth spit if we can't fight. Who among you has the courage to have a friendly match with the master of Three Treasures? Lose, and I promise you that you'll walk away with your life, limbs, and dignity intact- and a great story to tell your friends. Win, and the prize is a dagger of targath metal, a potent talisman against disease and a fine tool besides. Any takers?"

[Toptomcat]

Forgot the actual roll: Perform (weapon drill): [roll0]

[Monodominant]

Such minor interactions with the public are not a big deal but keep in mind that all NPCs are DM handled... so although in this case you having the crowd react in that way since you got a good roll is fine but please keep that in mind.



The crowd parts as a young half-orc steps closer. He has a spark in his eye and you can see that although perhaps not of your level he moves like an experienced fighter. He does seem to be trying to hide the fact that he is one though.

"I Gurthang! I will take your challenge" he says firmly.

[NineThePuma]

The old guy looks distinctly uncomfortable, but nods his thanks with a slight smile and begins making his way to the bank mentioned, grumbling something about overly familiar disrespectful youth.

[Toptomcat]

Isaac gives the young half-orc a respectful nod, then gestures broadly to the crowd.

"We have a challenger. Let's hear it for the brave Gurthang!"

A student ushers Gurthang into the area cleared for the performance, quietly explaining the rules to him.

"Weapons okay, armor okay, magic and magic items okay if you got 'em. Nothing ranged-you'll hit the crowd. It's over upon unconciousness or forfeit- no attacking anyone after that. Fighting nonlethally is nice, but not required. No poison, nothing that endangers the spectators. Do you understand? Any questions?"

Once any concerns are satisfied, the student escorts Isaac and Gurthang to the center of the 'ring', separates them by about ten feet, and shouts 'go!'

During the buildup, Isaac manifests Inertial Armor, augmented to 3 pp, without display (take 10 on Concentration check to do so with affiliation ability, auto-success). Gurthang declared as Dodge target. Initiative: [roll0]

[Monodominant]

In order not to clatter the City Streets with combat I will start a private thread for you. We will do the combat there and then summarise it here. The private thread will serve as your thread for the future as well :D

I will shorty pm you the link.

[Monodominant]

After a few seconds of inactivity the two opponents start circling each other and the half-orc seems to be backing away in this makeshift ring.

About the time some in the crowd are ready to start jeering Gurthang jumps forward and pretends to charge close for a punishing punch. The last moment though he leaps in the air and tries to deliver a flying kick.

The martial artist almost dodges but instead the blow glances him. Instead of actually being hit though it seems he stayed in his spot on purpose. The crowd gasps as they see the monks hands having grasped the foot that appeared to have hit him.

With a deft motion he swings his own fist and drops the half-orc on the ground. Then with a speed that is almost impossible to follow he delivers a blow on Gurthang on the solar plexus while he is still down.

The half-orc, a brute of a man, exhales heavily and falls unconsious.

Isaac waits still in ready state for a single moment and then leans over his opponent and touches the spot where he hit causing the bruising to dissappear. The half-orc gets up slowly and unsteadily eyeing the crowd and the superior martial artist.

As Isaac looks at the crows he says

"Give it up for the brave Gurthang! He was the first to challenge where no one else had dared, and there's no shame in losing to the master of the Three Treasures School of Martial Arts. Do we have another challenger?"



Any PC interested in taking this challenge?

[Monodominant]

The old guy looks distinctly uncomfortable, but nods his thanks with a slight smile and begins making his way to the bank mentioned, grumbling something about overly familiar disrespectful youth.

He arrives outside the bank a little while later as he is walking slowly nothing significat happening on the way.

[thamolas]

A plain man with dark hair and eyes, dressed in a brown peasant tunic, approaches the martial arts display and watches the excitement for a few moments.

[Monodominant]

Right now the first part of the "show" has finished.

You do notice that the guards seem a bit more alert now that the small crowd has gathered but they dont seem aggressive or planning to intervene.



Need actual action to respond to...

[planswalker]

A voice coming from about knee height pipes up and says to the brawler, "I accept your challenge!"

taking 10 on the move silently for a 24 and I am invisible.

[Monodominant]

Depending on if he accepts the challenge back, please head over to the private thread of Isaac.

[thamolas]

Since I'm watching, am I allowed to watch in the private thread?

[Monodominant]

Personally I am okay with that assuming you wont read posts before or after. It would be good if Plans and Toptomcat would confirm this though...

In essence I am not asking that we take it to his thread for it being secret, mostly just to avoid clattering the city streets with combat rounds etc...

[planswalker]

sounds fine with me.

[Toptomcat]

And with me. Let's move to the private thread

Isaac looks down, momentarily surprised- but covers it well with a grin.

"Well. Another challenger- and one with ambition and no fear of a size difference. I salute your ambition and accept your challenge."

Again his student separates them by about ten feet and explains the rules.

"Weapons and armor are fine, magic and magic items okay. No ranged weapons or anything else that could endanger the crowd. It's over upon unconciousness or forfeit- no attacking anyone after that. Fighting nonlethally is nice, but not required. No poison. Do you understand? Any questions?"

[Monodominant]

Start by rolling initiative in your private thread.



The crowd looks expectantly trying to figure out where the invisible little voice came from and are delighted to see that the Master of this new Martial Arts school seems unphased by the fact that his opponent is invisible.

[Toptomcat]

Oops, I misread planswalker's initial post and thought that he was just short and sneaky. No backing out of this now, though.

[Lokio]

It had been a long journey from the North.

Perry diCarto surveyed the plaza, his blue eyes narrow as he watched the comings and goings of the city. He nodded to a watchman as he passed by, his fists clenching and relaxing as he went. He was tall and muscular, and he was certain his martial bearing was noticed by some as he walked through. Noticing the ongoing antics of a 'martial arts master', he took note of the name 'Isaac' and went on his way. He too was a martial artist, though likely of a much different variety.

His first goals were to find work, and to find a place to rest. This seemed as good a place as any to begin both.

DiCarto approached a city guardsman and smiled politely. "Guardsman, my name is diCarto. I understand that there may be work here for those inclined to assist the city watch. Would you be able to point me in the direction of the guardhouse or the local 'wanted' posting area?"

[planswalker]

"You'll want to speak to the captain of the watch in the Fortress, then."

[Lokio]

"Thank you, sir."

DiCarto wasn't entirely certain as to where the Fortress was, but he spent a few minutes looking around and found his way there. Parting the flow of humanity with his massive build, he made good time on the way to the fortress. As he went, he idly listened for any rumblings of the going ons of the city.

Upon his arrival, he met up with someone appearing to be an administrator and said, "My friend, my name is diCarto. I am here to meet with the Captain of the Watch. Could you please see me to him?"

Gather info check. -1 bonus. 1d20-1

[planswalker]

"The Fortress is actually just outside the city walls on your way to the Docks." the guard tells you. "Be careful to be back in before nightfall. They lock the gates at night."

[Lokio]

"How long would you say it is until nightfall, and how far to the Fortress?"

[planswalker]

"Well, it's about 11 now, and nightfall's at seven or so this time of year. the Fortress is clear on the other side of town from here to the northwest, but you can make it back in the city gates rather easily from there. It's on the island in the middle of the river between the Docks and the city proper. Just be careful, they lock both those gates at night and they don't care if that means they end up locking you on the bridge."

[Lokio]

"Thanks, friend..." DiCarto nodded and turned to go. Then, he pursed his lips and leaned in closer, whispering quietly. "For a bonus," he rubbed his fingers together in a 'greasing of the palm' kind of way, "Is there anything I should know about that might be dangerous and/or lucrative on the way?" He twiddled a couple of silver coins.

[planswalker]

He taps your palm five times.

[Lokio]

He taps your palm five times.

DiCarto slips him five silver and looks at him expectantly.

5s deducted from character sheet.

[planswalker]

He indicates for you to follow him into a side alley.

There, what he whispers is in your own private thread.

[Lither]

Vock stepped forwards. Hearing that there seemed to be a reward for information about spies, he stepped up to the guards. He might as well earn some money, and the others sounded excessively dangerous or beneath him.

"Hello, I hear there's been several spies caught. Do you know anything about the matter?"

[Monodominant]

"I would say that its above my paygrade... spies and the like smell of politics you know... None of the local precincts will have information on that. Heading towards the Fortress and you may get more on it since they are probably handling it..." he says with a bored tone.

[Lither]

Vock smiled. He had at least some useful information.

"Thankyou, could you please give me directions to the fortress?"

[Monodominant]

Vock smiled. He had at least some useful information.

"Thankyou, could you please give me directions to the fortress?"

"The Fortress is actually just outside the city walls on your way to the Docks." the guard tells you pointing North East from where you stand now. "Be careful to be back in before nightfall. They lock the gates at night."

[Lither]

Vock pursed his lips together.

"How long would you estimate the walk to be?"

[Monodominant]

"Not more than 30 minutes..." he replies.

[Lither]

"Thankyou." Vock replied, and turned to leave to the Fortress.

[Monodominant]

She leaves and she starts heading towards the Fortress.

On her way there she finds her own private thread.

[NineThePuma]

He arrives outside the bank a little while later as he is walking slowly nothing significat happening on the way.

Taking a quick check to ensure that he still has all of his gear (I assume he does), Smith Ferrer enters the bank, gets in line (giving up his crossbow and quiver to security if necessary), and waits to talk to a clerk. Once he's talking to one, he requests to meet with a manager, preferably in their office.

[Monodominant]

There is indeed security and they ask for your weapon but dont take the quiver.

You get to a clerk and he looks at you with kindness. He informs you that the manager has a full schedule but if you can wait for him he will try to squeeze you in between appointments.

In the waiting room you find your own private thread.

[Moranica]

A tall, well dressed man enters the square. His bald head is nicely polished and his blue piercing eyes scan the crowd.

My oh my, that's a lot of interesting people here. Kinda feels like a deja-vu somehow. Well, best get myself a room somewhere nice.

He goes to Old Town, trying to find a nice hostel to stay in.

[planswalker]

He finds one that charges 2 silver a night, 4 silver for three meals.

[Moranica]

"Well good man, with such fine prices. I'd be happy to stay for at least a week. Including the meals of course."

Alfonso doesn't take long to settle in and soon goes outside.

He looks around for any young boy, living in the streets.

[planswalker]

He spots a pair of urchins grubbing around in the street.

[Moranica]

He tosses one of them a copper piece.

"Meet me here again tonight, and I'll make it a silver piece."

He then continues walking on trying to find some info on the missing people here in Old town.

Gather info [roll0]

[planswalker]

"Sure, mister." he says.

pm inc for the results of the gather info.

[Moranica]

Alfonso then goes to the local city watch to ask for a list of missing people from the past months.

[planswalker]

"Such information is classified. You'll have to clear it with the Captain over at the Fortress."

[Moranica]

"I see, I will head over there tomorrow then. Thank you for the information. If you ever need me for some outside help, let me know. I'm staying at the [hostel]."

Alfonso then has a relaxing stroll back to the hostel. Uses a meal there and waits for evening to come.

When the night starts to arrive, he disguises himself as a beggar and quickly leaves the hostel, moving to where the boy was supposed to wait for him. He stakes out across the road.

[planswalker]

His stakeout ends in a private thread.

[Lordof Dorkness]

A humanoid about the height of a gnome or tall halfling wearing a black cloak enters the square. His face is obscured by a mask that is sewn to his clothes.
His deep purple eyes seem to pierce through the crowd. He hears the town crier.

DM's EYES ONLY
He attempts to gather information on the person hiring someone to kill a gnomish dignitary.
Gather Information:
[roll0]

[Rizban]

He indeed is there and indeed hears the town crier.He is completely unable to learn anything about the individual. Apparently, the individual is supposed to find you after you make the kill.

[Lordof Dorkness]

DM's EYES ONLY [BE GOOD]:

I search for information on the gnomish dignitary and how close he is to signing a treaty.
[roll0] -Gnomish Dignitary
[roll1] -Treaty

[Rizban]

He uncovers very little. The retinue of gnomes were accompanied by warforged as he entered the city. He is now in the Nobles' Quarter.

You don't uncover anything about the treaty; however, since the reward is still offered, you assume at the treaty has not yet been signed.

[Lordof Dorkness]

DM only
I attempt to find more information in the noble quarter under the pretense that I am delivering a small personal item to the dignitary that he lost and that I lost the address.[roll0] -Bluff
[roll1] -Gather Information

[Rizban]

Let's just take this to a private thread.

[Major]

Lilith Ebonmar in her disguise as Lelia wander the city streets bored. Her daddy hadn't given her any missions lately and as such she was free to travel and do whatever she wanted. While it was never said out right, it was heavily implied that though it seemed like a break it wasn't. All this time off meant was that she was to gather information on her own and do anything that might benefit the Ebonmar family or make them money.

Lelia sighed as she looked around and listed to the town crier. Countless things were currently available, but nothing quite picked up her interest. Still, she wanted to make her daddy proud so she sighed and tried to think of what might be the best option.

On one hand the gnome assassination one seemed very interesting and profitable. But Lelia was hesitant about any job that offered that much for an assassination. Sure, it was a high level target who probably had quite a bit of protection, but it didn't take much to kill a man done correctly so there had to be a catch. Lelia smirked as she got an idea.

She knew how she could have some fun, possibly get reward money, and at the same time get some fame. As she began to make a plan she saw the listing for the missing cat. She raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. Once she saw which noble she laughed. "Whatever, it wouldn't hurt and it could net me some pocket money." She mumbled. In reality she also saw it would be a good chance to gather some information on the family when she returned the cat.

Satisfied with her two plans she began looking around, gathering information, and talking with a few of her contacts around the city and in the Ebonmar Infiltrators.


Gather information on the man posting the assassination mission. Any information or leads, not picky. I plan on warning the people as opposed to actually assassinating.
Gather Information: [roll0]

Gathering information on the lost cat while I'm doing that. I figure one can look for two things at once.
Gather information: [roll1]

Heh, well, doubt I'll find the person trying to hire the man unless he's REALLY stupid, which is unlikely...Still, cat looks promising at least.

[hustlertwo]

Wilstaff, the orange-skinned goblinoid, plods into the city, weary from his long journey. He is somewhat disheveled, and has a large bow in his hands. He looks around dispassionately, taking in the new surroundings. A skeleton follows dutifully behind him.

Seems as good as place as any to start testing the adventurer waters. What do you think, Bennett?

The skeleton says nothing.

The hobgoblin reacts with surprise. What do you mean, almost out of money? How'd our situation get so desperate?

The skeleton says nothing.

Oh, I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with the finances. I'm starting to think those beans weren't magic at all. Certainly didn't taste like they were. Fine, I guess we'll need to look for work before settling into an inn. But something light. All this traveling has me feeling urpy. That or the beans.

Wilstaff zeroes in on an official-looking person in the crowd, presumably a guard. All right Bennett, you're better with people than I am. Go up to him and ask him about any jobs available.

The skeleton walks up to the guard. He stares at him in silence, the darkness of his empty eye sockets appearing to bore into the man's very soul.

After a while, Wilstaff rejoins the skeleton.

Well, what did he say? Any work available for a hunter and his bonebag buddy?

[planswalker]

Lilith Ebonmar in her disguise as Lelia wander the city streets bored. Her daddy hadn't given her any missions lately and as such she was free to travel and do whatever she wanted. While it was never said out right, it was heavily implied that though it seemed like a break it wasn't. All this time off meant was that she was to gather information on her own and do anything that might benefit the Ebonmar family or make them money.

Lelia sighed as she looked around and listed to the town crier. Countless things were currently available, but nothing quite picked up her interest. Still, she wanted to make her daddy proud so she sighed and tried to think of what might be the best option.

On one hand the gnome assassination one seemed very interesting and profitable. But Lelia was hesitant about any job that offered that much for an assassination. Sure, it was a high level target who probably had quite a bit of protection, but it didn't take much to kill a man done correctly so there had to be a catch. Lelia smirked as she got an idea.

She knew how she could have some fun, possibly get reward money, and at the same time get some fame. As she began to make a plan she saw the listing for the missing cat. She raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. Once she saw which noble she laughed. "Whatever, it wouldn't hurt and it could net me some pocket money." She mumbled. In reality she also saw it would be a good chance to gather some information on the family when she returned the cat.

Satisfied with her two plans she began looking around, gathering information, and talking with a few of her contacts around the city and in the Ebonmar Infiltrators.


Gather information on the man posting the assassination mission. Any information or leads, not picky. I plan on warning the people as opposed to actually assassinating.
Gather Information: [roll0]

Gathering information on the lost cat while I'm doing that. I figure one can look for two things at once.
Gather information: [roll1]

Heh, well, doubt I'll find the person trying to hire the man unless he's REALLY stupid, which is unlikely...Still, cat looks promising at least.


both of those are Rizban's quests. He'll take you.


Wilstaff, the orange-skinned goblinoid, plods into the city, weary from his long journey. He is somewhat disheveled, and has a large bow in his hands. He looks around dispassionately, taking in the new surroundings. A skeleton follows dutifully behind him.

Seems as good as place as any to start testing the adventurer waters. What do you think, Bennett?

The skeleton says nothing.

The hobgoblin reacts with surprise. What do you mean, almost out of money? How'd our situation get so desperate?

The skeleton says nothing.

Oh, I knew I shouldn't have trusted you with the finances. I'm starting to think those beans weren't magic at all. Certainly didn't taste like they were. Fine, I guess we'll need to look for work before settling into an inn. But something light. All this traveling has me feeling urpy. That or the beans.

Wilstaff zeroes in on an official-looking person in the crowd, presumably a guard. All right Bennett, you're better with people than I am. Go up to him and ask him about any jobs available.

The skeleton walks up to the guard. He stares at him in silence, the darkness of his empty eye sockets appearing to bore into the man's very soul.

After a while, Wilstaff rejoins the skeleton.

Well, what did he say? Any work available for a hunter and his bonebag buddy?

In fact, the city watch does not cordially share information with an unholy abomination. He walks over to you and says to you directly, "Look, scum, undead are not permitted in the city. Since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you leave with it now or destroy it yourself. If you don't, I'll be forced to call in backup, destroy it, and arrest you. Take it to the Slums."

[hustlertwo]

Wilstaff turns his nose up at the guard and sniffs loudly.

Come then Bennett, we have no desire to be where we aren't wanted. We shall away to the slums, and leave this biocentric burg in our dust.

Wilstaff goes in the direction the guard points him in. Once he arrives in the Slums, he looks around for any sort of authority, or barring that, a decent pub. If he sees neither after a few minutes, he will stop a random slum resident and ask around.

[planswalker]

Upon arriving at the slums, he receives his own private thread. pm inc.

[Lokio]

In the early afternoon, Perry awoke from a long night and took to the streets after having brunch at his inn.

"The Spire Hawk..." he muttered. "How novel." He wondered how long it would take before word of the climbing tournament would make its way around the city. It had been quite the day.

He made his way to the Crier and listened for information, deciding to ask about the missing people in the Old Town.

"Hello again, Crier... how are you today? I'm wondering if you can tell me about who I should speak with about the missing folks in Old Town."

[planswalker]

"That's just the gossip in the town. I like to include the juicy bits. No one actually posted that one."

[Lokio]

Perry raised his eyebrow and nodded. "Fair enough. How about the spies?"

He also looks around for the martial artist, Isaac. A public match could be fun.

[planswalker]

"You'll want to talk to the captain of the city watch, then."

[Lokio]

Noting that he now has two good reasons to go to the Watch Commander, he thanked the crier and left the square to return to his private thread.

He left a notice seeking Isaac for a challenge match with the Crier.

[Lokio]

A duel is to occur between Perry diCarto and Detective Royce of the City Watch at high noon on the morrow.

[planswalker]

A duel is to occur between Perry diCarto and Detective Royce of the City Watch at high noon on the morrow.

quote to give it the vote of mod approval. Consider this a temporary addendum to the town crier that's of short enough duration to not be worth adding to the list.

[planswalker]

The little green-eyed man re-casts walk unseen and wanders around the street, and decides to head to the university.

[thamolas]

The plain man in peasant garb approaches a city guard.

"Excuse me; does the city of Aldhaven offer bounties on at-large criminals?"

[planswalker]

The plain man in peasant garb approaches a city guard.

"Excuse me; does the city of Aldhaven offer bounties on at-large criminals?"

"You'll want to check at the Fortress then. All outstanding bounties are placed there."

[Lokio]

Perry arrives at the Sad Flint, face pensive. It was time for some serious late-night drinking the night before a duel, and he figured the Flint was just the place to meet other adventurers.

[hustlertwo]

A hobgoblin enters the Sad Flint, the blue tattoo on his face standing in stark relief of his orange-tinged skin. A bow is slung over his shoulder. Beside him is a nondescript-looking human, who says nothing and tends to stare for long periods without blinking. The hob, rather chatty for one of his breed,

I suppose we can make an initial foray here for a drink or two, Bennett, just so you feel like you've properly stuck it to The Man by being in here. Then we're heading back to the slums to see what's what.

The hob sits down near Perry. The human stands nearby, lurking.

[Lokio]

Perry signals the barkeep for a dwarven ale and finishes up the one he was working on.

Fortitude save: [roll]1d20+11

"Late night to be drinking, friend."

[Lokio]

Fort: [roll0]
(OOC: For the drinkings.)

[Monodominant]

The little green-eyed man re-casts walk unseen and wanders around the street, and decides to head to the university.

It is not hard to find and he makes his way towards there entering a sweet private thread as he walks away from the busy streets.



PM incoming.

[hustlertwo]

Never too late to be early enough to start. Besides, I'm mostly here for my friend. His welcome by Aldhaven was not a warm one, and I suppose he thinks being here proves a point.

The human says nothing, and does not look at the hobgoblin or his drinking buddy. The hobgoblin then addresses the human with a snort of derision, despite his lack of a noticeable response.

Protest? Yes, what a difference it's making, too. What a rebel. I think you're just doing this to try and fit in with a crowd for once.

At this point he remembers he was being addressed, and turns back to the drinker next to him.

What's your story? Morning glory? Certainly a fun day for us.

[Lokio]

Perry looked over, slowly, at the hobgoblin with the blue face tattoo and the silent human.

He blinked twice, then looked back at his drink. "Fair enough. I'm a climber. And a bounty hunter. And today, I think I bounty hunted my way right between a rock and a hard place... which explains the drinking."

"I'm not sure what to ask about first. Your silent, unseated amigo or your face tattoo."

[hustlertwo]

The hob gives a dismissive gesture to his companion.

Don't mind him. He always gets preachy when he thinks he's making a stand for something. I say just tune him out. As for my rad bit of artwork, I was held down and forcibly marked by the guys in the club I joined today. Nice people. So far they've only tried to kill me the once, and it was pretty indirect. Wilstaff is the name. You?

[Lokio]

"Perry." He signals the bartender, who nods to him and asks Wilstaff what he'll have, on the Spire Hawk's tab.

"Whose club puts a big blue hand on the face of its members? Seems like good advertising." He drinks deeply.

[hustlertwo]

Spire Hawk? Never hunted one of those before. Shot down a regular hawk a few times. Tastes better than worg meat. And I'm trying to remember the name. Blue Man Group? No, probably not. One Man Band? Doubtful, since even if it is night we're still a few dogs short of three. Bennett, can you help me out here?

The human says nothing, and does not move. Wilstaff smacks his head in sudden recognition.

Of course, you're right, Blue Hand Clan. Don't know why I got so confused. And before you say anything Bennett, that was rhetorical. Spare us your snippy comments and go back to spouting your political rhetoric over there.

[Lokio]

Perry looked at the hobgoblin. "Either he's talking to you mentally, which would suggest that you're a mage and he's your creature, or you need to see a cleric."

He sipped his drink. "What does the Blue Hand Clan do?" The bartender slid the hobgoblin a dwarven ale.

[hustlertwo]

Wilstaff stiffens. No, no clerics. Bug-eared hacks always forcing their unreasonably narrow definition of 'sanity' onto the world around. Not for us. Besides, if I had brain damage I think I would see it. And no, no telepathy. Bennett always says that if he could read my mind, it would probably qualify as light reading. Such a wit, that one. And I don't really know yet what we do in the club, aside from fight to the death and play face paint. If I find out, I'll be the first to know.

Say, you seem to have spent more time in the city proper than us. We've been out on the outskirts, which are aptly named because they are not in. Anything interesting happening that stupidhead guards won't tell us about?

[Lokio]

Perry smirked and didn't worry about the probable insanity of this man. He looked at the stiff Bennett and chuckled.

"Fair enough." He drank deeply. "As for your question, lots is happening. The Crier might be of service to you. He can tell you more than I. If you're fairly good with a weapon, there's an orange-haired man who's leading an expedition in a few days somewhere. He can be met between 5 and 7 o'clock in the evening at the Drowned Mermaid. Other than that, see the Fortress postings or the Crier. They'll have it all."

"How about you? What's going on on the skirts? Who are you fighting to the death?"

[hustlertwo]

I wouldn't worry about the who. He's dead. Death reduces everyone's importance.

The human blinks, for once.

Don't get snippy, Ben. I'm trying to be profound, and that involves making broad, sweeping statements with no actual facts behind them. Not a reason to take offense.

Wilstaff swerves back to Perry.

Nah, those sound like jobs. Yesterday we needed jobs, today we've got money and a to-do list and tattoo-crazy friends and booze and a shiny new rope with which we shall strike fear into our enemies. I mean something fun to watch or see. Puppet show, art exhibit, bloody melee. Maybe that martial artist, if he's still in town.

[Lokio]

Perry smirked. "Isaac? I think you'll find there are better martial artists in town." He winked.

"And I'm glad you found a blue hand clan. They must be nice folks, making you kill people and stuff."

[hustlertwo]

Well, I had a choice. In that I could have let the guy kill me. But it doesn't matter, Bennett did the dirty deed. And I'd rather be with them than a pack of cruddy old humans who try to tell you who you can and can't have as a buddy like they were the queen of Sheba.

Non-lethal? I dunno, that's not our style. Besides, Bennett is a slow healer. Hate to see him get injured from a fight for fun and then have those injuries catch up to him when we're fighting for our life against....things which make that necessary. But we will watch such a display. We overheard someone of your name was intending to engage in a duel tomorrow, and were wondering if you wished us to show up beforehand, maybe offer a little additional support for a nominal fee. No victory is ever truly assured, so it is wise to plan for as many eventualities as possible.

Wilstaff looks to the human with raises eyebrows.

A bit better at the sage advice thing that time, huh? And no one's feelings were hurt, either.

[Lokio]

"Heh, well, I think I'll be okay. Entering a lawful duel without the consent of the parties is grounds for arrest... and I'm pretty sure the good Detective isn't going to consent. At any rate, between you and me, I've already been paid by the Captain of the Watch to spare him, despite the fact that the detective is a racist bigot. So I'll wrestle him to the ground, beat him while he can't swing his sword, and then knock him unconscious and let the guards take him back to the Fortress for some good old fashioned performance evaluation from his boss."

He smiled. "You are more than welcome to observe, though. Always good to have someone in your corner."

Perry raised his glass to Wilstaff and offered a toast. "To your health and wealth - may they never leave you for long."

[Lokio]

"Well, with that, I think it's time for me to sleep. Busy day tomorrow, dueling and all. Pleasure meeting you."

Perry went up to his room and crashed, leaving the money for the bill on the bar after locking his door and returning to his private thread.

[hustlertwo]

So long, Hawkman. Bennett, wave bye to our new buddy.

Bennett does. It is the creepiest wave you have ever seen.

Wilstaff then returns to the sanctity of his own thread to resume our program already in progress.

[thamolas]

"You'll want to check at the Fortress then. All outstanding bounties are placed there."

"Thanks."

The plain man asks for the location of the fortress and ventures to it.

[hustlertwo]

While on the way back from posting a message with the Town Crier, Wilstaff strolls down Mastiff Street, looking to see if he can encounter the large individual from the night before, possibly while he is dueling.

Hawkman! Hawwwwwkmaaaan! Bennett, shout louder, he won't be able to hear you!

[Lokio]

Perry stepped out onto Mastiff Street and went to the appointed location for his duel, stretching and warming up.

He looks around and hears the hobgoblin from the night before. "Wilstaff! How fare you, friend?"

[hustlertwo]

Wilstaff addresses his mute friend.

Ha, told you that would work. You're such a pessimist, B.

He then extends his hand in greeting to Perry.

Hey there, hi there, ho there! Doing better and better all the time. I know you're busy with the police pounding and I don't want to keep you, but once you've done with him, I was hoping to see about hiring you for a quick task involving the Watch. And despite Bennett's misgivings towards you, I think you're just the man for the job.

[Lokio]

Perry shakes the mans hand and nods. "I do like work. I also intend to go look around for treasure or whatever I can later today, too. So, here's my thinking. Tell me what you'd like me to do, and how much you'll pay me to do it. Then, you watch me win the duel in front of the citizenry. Then we figure out how to take care of your business. And after that, perhaps we can go find some nearby dungeon to explore. Thoughts?"

[hustlertwo]

Wilstaff's eyes dart around, taking in the crowd nearby with a trace of nervousness. He speaks in hushed tones. Well, I don't want to go into too much detail out here. The walls have ears, as do some of the meat pies. But here's the skinny: you mentioned last night that not only do you know the Captain of the Watch, but he pays you for things. That's the kind of connection we need. Those Skulks have turned the docks into a killing zone, but with the arrangement the Watch seems to have with them, nothing is done. We just want to set up a meeting with the Captain and lay out a counterproposal for him. Initial compensation isn't much. If you get him to agree to the meeting, 100 gold. If either we or you can convince him to listen to our side of things, then my boss is willing to negotiate a payment with you of a substantially higher amount. Additionally, if we get him to see our side of things, then once we've cleared up certain pressing clan obligations, Bennett is prepared to accompany you on a job of your choosing. I will probably tag along as well. And we'll only take 25% of any treasure or reward accrued from it. What say you, Hawkman?

[Lokio]

Perry nodded. "Okay. We need to talk in private later today. I need to know more about your employer before I try to get the Captain into bed with him... But first, I duel. Will you be attendig? And how did you feel about a random tomb crawl?"

[hustlertwo]

Sure, we can hang around to watch. The whole meeting thing is all we have on the ol' to-do list today. And Bennett isn't too comfy with tombs, they make it tough for him to catch his breath. Probably claustrophobia or something. But in a couple days, after certain important events have transpired...sure. It would be nice to have some muscle around. And Bennett, before you say anything, you have to actually have muscle before you qualify as muscle.

Wilstaff and Bennett wait to watch the match.

Do we do a dual thread after this, or what?

[planswalker]

we'll resolve the combat in his thread and post a summary to the city streets. Unless you had planned on possibly interfering. If so, I'll make a teamup thread.

[hustlertwo]

Wilstaff will intervene only if Perry is in imminent danger of losing and/or dying.

[Lokio]

The duel begins in earnest, the Detective wasting no time insulting the goliath and attacking while the goliath is flatfooted.

Duel thread is up.

http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showthread.php?t=208259

[thamolas]

"Thanks."

The plain man asks for the location of the fortress and ventures to it.

Not sure if this post was accidentally missed ^^ :smallwink:

[Saladdragon]

After having a meal for <depends on time of day> and listens to the Town Criers adventures. His ears perk up when he talks about the Drowned Mermaid. "Huh, that sounds like I might get some money for spells outta that." Looking around for somebody, Arlec tries asking people if they can direct him to the Drowning Mermaid.*

Gather information: [roll0] if it succeeds, he'll head straight there.

[Rizban]

Saladdragon, you just picked Monodominant's quest, so you'll be DMed by him.

[Ahus]

An otherwise nondescript man of some considerable height, whose eyes appear to glow red like those of a wolf in the lantern light, arrives in the town center and approaches the crier.

Begging your pardon sir, but I have just arrived in Aldhaven and am looking for work. I was once porter to the great house Gambhiri and would relish the opportunity to serve in that capacity again for the lords apparent of Aldhaven if they would have me. Might you be able to direct me to the appropriate authorities whit whom to inquire regarding similar employ?

[Monodominant]

Not sure if this post was accidentally missed ^^ :smallwink:



Sorry about that! Getting right on it.



He leaves the busy streets of Aldhaven and makes his way towards the Fortress.

On the way there...



He trips and falls into his private thread. PM incoming...

[planswalker]

An otherwise nondescript man of some considerable height, whose eyes appear to glow red like those of a wolf in the lantern light, arrives in the town center and approaches the crier.

Begging your pardon sir, but I have just arrived in Aldhaven and am looking for work. I was once porter to the great house Gambhiri and would relish the opportunity to serve in that capacity again for the lords apparent of Aldhaven if they would have me. Might you be able to direct me to the appropriate authorities whit whom to inquire regarding similar employ?


"The Porter's Guildhouse is in the Guildsman's District, to the far northeast of town."

[Ahus]

"The Porter's Guildhouse is in the Guildsman's District, to the far northeast of town."

Thank you, sir I shall be taking my leave of you presently.

With that the tallish man bows and heads off toward the Guildsmans district. Taking stock of the storefronts, banking and drinking establishments, other Guildhouses and the like that he may pass on his way...

[planswalker]

He finds the guildsman's district to be in his own private thread. pm inc.

[androgial]

It isn't often one sees elven chain mail, let alone on a human. Nor has it ever been seen in the particular style the current wearer has. It is in the style of The Ruby Sorceress. What is more the person wearing it is female. Her name is Tia Malone, as most of the older merchants remember. She has come home. Not for the expected funeral of His Majesty, though she probably will perform that service, but for a much simpler reason. Her parents had died. She was now the owner of the Malone Funeral Parlor.


She stopped at the fountain to greet the gaurds.

[Rizban]

The guards say hello but don't actually recognize Tia.

[jvluso]

A man wearing a blue robe over his armor, who glows blue with magic walks up to the guards. Hello, is there a temple around here where a pilgrim could learn the wisdom of the land?

[Rizban]

They point to the south east.

"You'll have to go back south and catch a side street, but the Temple District is that a way"

[jvluso]

Thank you very much.

He follows their directions.

[Rizban]

As he arrives in the Temple District, he wanders into his own private thread.

[androgial]

Is everything alright. I don't remember you two. My name is Tia Malone. Can you tell me what the current tax status is on inheriting a funeral parlor?