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Othniel

2015-05-14, 09:44 PM

Hrodgar the Wanderer

So that's what seasickness feels like! thinks a juvenile voice in the man's mind. How wonderfully terrible! A slightly queasy-looking man stands still aboard the boat, watching several of the other passengers disembark. He braces himself against the railing and eventually makes it to shore. Once there, he starts feeling better, grateful for sturdy ground.

The white-robed man with shining blue eyes peeking out from his cowl follows the others in stepping off the ship. As several of those who preceded him, he gazes across the docks, taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of the place. Yes, there is much to do here, he thinks. He stands on the dock, watching the others as they move around the immediate area, his thoughts lingering on each in turn.

He watches as first the tiefling disembarks. He'd never seen a tiefling before, but he'd read about them, and so he recognized the one he saw now. Demonspawn or some such, many of the legends went. Others said similar things, but far less...politely. Hrodgar immediately feels compassion for the girl. She'd probably had a rough go of it growing up. He knew what that was like. A few chirps emanates from the satchel at his side: Asteria clearing her throat in his mind as the man's eyes linger over the tiefling woman's tail. It's not polite to stare, she sends to him. And besides, you're prejudging.

But it's so interesting! Wonder sends in response (and interruption), and the man has to agree, though he brushes the exchange aside as his eyes drift to others. Next is a slightly rumpled-looking human, followed by a very tall individual. Taller even than Hrodgar, and Hrodgar was taller than most. He idly wonders at the person's ancestry. What follows is a brief exchange between the tall person and the tiefling. Hrodgar can't hear much of what is said, but he thinks he catches the tiefling's name as Lilianna. Always good to know names, he figures.

A half-orc is next, and he certainly speaks loud enough for Hrodgar to hear him mention looking for any message boards. Good idea, sends Hope. Maybe we can find some work and a place to stay.

"You all wanna gawk all day or do you want to clear the path for the rest of us folks? Some of us have appointments to keep," a rude-sounding voice utters. Hrodgar looks over the man and shook his head. Some folk were just impatient.

Following the impatient man is a walking, talking fox that immediately morphs into a copy of the rumpled human. For once, Wonder is speechless.

Last before Hrodgar himself is a female elf with a mark upon her neck. Well, she clearly wants that to be noticed, thinks Hrodgar, and immediately Wonder, Hope, and Asteria all chimed in at once, overwhelming the man's thoughts.

"Will you all be silent!?" he hisses to his spirits, painfully unaware until the moment after the words are uttered that he speaks them out loud. A moment passes before he grins sheepishly and adjusts the satchel hanging from his shoulder. "Noisy bird," he mutters in attempt to cover up the slip.

The Hellbug

2015-05-14, 11:10 PM

Gil

Gil observes the motley collection of humanoids in front of him. These ones don't appear to mean me any harm, and they appear to be armed, besides. Their presence may, in fact, be a blessing.

"Why should your appointments be of the remotest relevance to me?"

Gil removes the tricorne from his head with a flourish and revealing the curly red hair beneath, bowing deeply as he does so. He looks up from his bow to address the group.

"I'm sorry if I appeared rude. The matter is only that I couldn't pass by your group. Can I make it up to you all? There is certain to be a tavern of some sort near the docks here. Might we all share a drink courtesy of my wallet? You all look like an interesting bunch, and I'm sure you each have quite a tale to tell."

ylvathrall

2015-05-14, 11:30 PM

Gil

"I'm sorry if I appeared rude. The matter is only that I couldn't pass by your group. Can I make it up to you all? There is certain to be a tavern of some sort near the docks here. Might we all share a drink courtesy of my wallet? You all look like an interesting bunch, and I'm sure you each have quite a tale to tell."

Wilhelm had been waiting patiently for a reply to his greeting, but upon hearing this he turns to the man. A moment later his appearance shifts to a mimicry of the practically dressed fellow, complete with a tricorne hat. His has a long red feather attached, ruining any chance of actually passing for the man, but it also made the hat so much more jaunty. "Drinks," he exclaims. "Now there, my friends, is a man with an excellent sense of priorities! Lead on, my good fellow, lead on!"

bcool999

2015-05-14, 11:46 PM

Jolt

Jolt disembarks, his adamantine body gleaming in the dimming twilight. In one massively oversized hand that would be fitting for an ogre he carries a small bit of wood that he appears to be idly carving into the shape of a boat without looking. For those familiar with the Warforged weapon, they realize that his hand is not deformed, but merely encased in a fearsome Battlefist, a massive spiked gauntlet that encases the warforged's actual hand.

He passes the man talking to himself without comment. Jolt did not really understand most non-warforged, but the man's talking to himself was not a new experience for him. He had seen other men broken in the war who were much the same.

When Jolt finds his way blocked by the collection of people on the dock he stops. He would not be able to bypass them without risk of pricking one of them with the spikes projecting out of his body. He waits patiently for them to move, guessing that the coming dark would send them scurrying indoors. While he waits he continues to whittle away at the tiny wooden ship.

Taking 10 on Craft (Woodworking) to make some 'warforged art' more fluff than crunch, but he does get a result of 15 on his little wooden boat.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-14, 11:55 PM

Shadow

The half-orc smiles. "Nonsense! I was clearly at fault for blocking the way. " he bows his head humbly. " If you are buying them drinks, I shall buy you one. Tis only fair" Shadow states matter of factly.

Shadow smirks. "As my old commanding officer once said ..." he says, switching from Common to Orc.

" We'll ransack their stores of Ale and force them to call the guardsman to report our crimes and debauchery. "

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-15, 01:21 AM

Aeny

The elven woman quirked a sharp brow at the Half-Orc's comment, replying back in orcish:

"Make sure to pick out a proper stout to go with your debauchery."

"That said I believe I have the time to share a drink, would rather stick with something a bit weaker; I truly do have a meeting I must tend to before long."

Practicalities. Aeny was new in this city, and despite what she could only call connections she knew she needed a network of people she could speak to. This group was as diverse as could be managed in one moment - no easier way to reach the ears of multiple districts than to share a story with those destined for each. The time taken was a small price to pay.

Ah, the wonders of a massive Int score.

annulus

2015-05-15, 02:00 AM

Latch knows that tieflings result from the crossing of mortal and fiend, or at least, that would be how a tiefling bloodline begins. A wrathful predisposition resides in all tieflings, inherited from their fiendish lineage, though some overcome their destructive tendencies.
Gil knows that inquisitives often supply information-related services for the rich and powerful. The inquisitives associated with House Tharashk's Finder's Guild are likely the best. There are four such that come immediately to mind: In the Dragon Towers, there is the Globe Information Agency, undoubtedly the best available to the general public; and in the Warden Towers, there is d'Velderan's Investigative Services, known for its connections to the Watch. A smaller agency in Middle Tavick's Landing, Karr'Aashta's Investigations, has a reputation for dealing with the criminal underworld; and finally, in Underlook, the inquisitive service Information Acquisition is known for its effectiveness in producing results, although rumors abound that its leader, Kalaash'arrna, is utterly ruthless.

OrganicEvil

2015-05-15, 02:27 AM

"Thank you. I am Lilianna He-... Lilianna. I come from up north, where the cities are not so big... I'm afraid I might get lost in here. Can I ask what brings you back in Sharn? Myself, I'm just... travelling. Seeing the world."

"My work, mostly," Latch said. "I'm a paladin, and a freelance inquisitive when I've got bills to settle, since being a paladin doesn't pay jack-all. I'm between jobs at a moment, and Sharn's always a fantastic place for getting into all sorts of trouble. Besides, if I don't find any here, chances are I'll hear of it going on somewhere else." His grin turned a touch roguish.

"I'm sorry if I appeared rude. The matter is only that I couldn't pass by your group. Can I make it up to you all? There is certain to be a tavern of some sort near the docks here. Might we all share a drink courtesy of my wallet? You all look like an interesting bunch, and I'm sure you each have quite a tale to tell."

"I for one am always up for a drink, especially if somebody else is buying. As for stories, I'm quite sure you wouldn't want to hear any of mine. I've had a dreadful dull life, I'm afraid. I don't doubt you'd be bored out of your minds, especially by the one about the Mad Wizard of Wynarn... As I said, dreadful dull." He turned to Lilianna. "Care to come along? Who knows, I might just be tempted to stand a round myself..." Though he gave little outward sign, Latch was rather hopeful she'd say yes. Sure, her kind might not have the best reputation, but his had an even worse one; it created a kind of empathy, he thought. It could be handy in a pinch--an awful bad pinch, mind, to justify using something like that--but the mixed mark on his arm did his prospects no favors, and Latch wasn't fool enough to pass up an opportunity when he saw one.

bcool999

2015-05-15, 02:41 AM

Jolt

"My work, mostly," Latch said. "I'm a paladin, and a freelance inquisitive when I've got bills to settle, since being a paladin doesn't pay jack-all. I'm between jobs at a moment, and Sharn's always a fantastic place for getting into all sorts of trouble. Besides, if I don't find any here, chances are I'll hear of it going on somewhere else." His grin turned a touch roguish.

After the man had finished speaking about being a paladin and the pay associated with it, Jolt speaks for the first time. His voice monotone and grim as befits his appearance. "The worth of a paladin is measured not in gold and silver, but in duty and honor."

Jolt pauses in his whittling to speak, but after doing so he returns to the task once more as though he had said nothing at all.

OrganicEvil

2015-05-15, 02:52 AM

"Of course," Latch replied. "Some paladins, however, do have to eat you know, and prefer to be able to afford to continue doing so." On the brink of holding his hand out to shake, he noticed the warforged's massive battlefist and stopped short. "Latch Guarin, of the Church of the Silver Flame," he said. "I take it you're a paladin as well?"

bcool999

2015-05-15, 03:57 AM

Jolt

Jolt continues to whittle his little wooden boat as he observes the paladin introducing himself. The boat has formed a ram, and quickly developed into a warship. "Jolt... I am... mostly... a Paladin." The whittling knife makes a brief flurry of licks on the wood during Jolt's pauses... perhaps a sign of discomfort.

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-15, 11:05 AM

Macawi stares at the well dressed man a little longer and then moves out of his way. It is a very motley crew standing on the dock chatting it up; Macawi finds himself not really caring about it. A voice catches his attention...

"Jolt... I am... mostly... a Paladin."

Macawi saunters over. "Mostly a paladin? How can you be mostly a paladin?" Macawi smirks, sensing his preys discomfort. "I admit I know little about paladins, but I have never heard of a partial paladins. How do you go about doing that?"

The Hellbug

2015-05-15, 12:24 PM

Gil

"Sounds like there are at least a couple of takers, then." As he stands back up after the bow, he returns the hat to his head. Observing the shapechanger's antics, he thinks to himself, No, definitely no threat to me from this bunch. Someone so casual about their ability to conceal themselves wouldn't be out for my blood. He steps off past the others, calling back to them, "Follow me, I think I remember a place...".

Annulus, does Gil know if any of those organizations are particularly noteworthy for their discretion? That's the one he will eventually be paying a visit to. Secondly, another knowledge (local) to see if he knows of any taverns around here. We're looking for something ship captains would visit, nicer than those for the run-of-the-mill dockhands and such.

knowledge: [roll0]

Edit: May not actually remember a place...

bcool999

2015-05-15, 12:37 PM

Macawi saunters over. "Mostly a paladin? How can you be mostly a paladin?" Macawi smirks, sensing his preys discomfort. "I admit I know little about paladins, but I have never heard of a partial paladins. How do you go about doing that?"

At this ones taunting, Jolt puts away his carving and knife, leaving his hands free if needed as he responds to the goad. "A paladin is a soul armored in certainty of their cause... what then is a paladin who doubts? Merely a warrior who wars half-heartedly. Slaying foes without purpose."

Jolt's cold construct eyes focus on the half giant man. He tries to determine his intentions, and whether this may be a foe he speaks to rather than a civilian.

Detect Evil on the assemblage.
Sense motive on Macawi in specific. [roll0]

He has also curled his Battlefist into it's namesake, ready to loose it at need, and his demeanor shifts into a battle-ready stance, warning against further provocation.

Intimidate: [roll1]

Othniel

2015-05-15, 12:43 PM

Hrodgar

"I will come," puts in the robed man. "Apparently being seasick works up a powerful thirst!" Taverns were good places to start adventures, or so he'd been told.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-15, 02:07 PM

Shadow

"You might become a partial-giant in a moment. I recommend against antagonizing the three hundred pounds of death-machine wrapped in unbreakable metal with sharp pointy bits. It's well known that 'partial' paladins only have 'partial' senses of humour." Shadow smiles and attempts to disarm the situation but gives both a wide berth.

Jolt would detect an evil aura coming from Shadow.

ylvathrall

2015-05-15, 02:24 PM

At this ones taunting, Jolt puts away his carving and knife, leaving his hands free if needed as he responds to the goad. "A paladin is a soul armored in certainty of their cause... what then is a paladin who doubts? Merely a warrior who wars half-heartedly. Slaying foes without purpose."

Jolt's cold construct eyes focus on the half giant man. He tries to determine his intentions, and whether this may be a foe he speaks to rather than a civilian.

He has also curled his Battlefist into it's namesake, ready to loose it at need, and his demeanor shifts into a battle-ready stance, warning against further provocation.

Wilhelm
Wilhelm had been following the man with the nice hat to the tavern, but upon noticing this byplay he pauses and turns back to watch. "Are we having a fight?" he asks, looking over the scene. "I'll back the one made of metal at one-to-two odds," he says to the rest of the group. "Any takers?"
Jolt would not detect an evil aura from Wilhelm.

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-15, 02:40 PM

At this ones taunting, Jolt puts away his carving and knife, leaving his hands free if needed as he responds to the goad. "A paladin is a soul armored in certainty of their cause... what then is a paladin who doubts? Merely a warrior who wars half-heartedly. Slaying foes without purpose."

"It seems to me that you fear the darkness that lies within. There is no shame in walking in the light or the shadow, but you seem concerned about either. Don't be tepid; choose and a side and let the certainty of your choice protect you. I had doubts once, but they are gone now; only clear direction remains." Macawi offers his hand to the warforged. "My name is Macawi Panaha, of Xen'drik. You said that you are called Jolt?"

Macawi is not evil

Othniel

2015-05-15, 03:37 PM

I think I saw a partial Paladin once, Wonder's voice in Hrodgar's head puts in a little too innocently. Poor fellow had lost his head. Hrodgar stops near Macawi and Jolt, leaning on his longspear and grinning at Wonder's joke. "Wouldn't want to kill folks without good reason," he interjects. "Wouldn't want that at all." Bringing a fist to his chest in token of greeting, he introduces himself: "I am Hrodgar, sometimes called Hrodgar the Wanderer." He pats the familiar satchel at his side, from which comes a song-like chirp. "And this is Asteria."

Hrodgar does not detect as evil.

bcool999

2015-05-15, 04:11 PM

Jolt

"It seems to me that you fear the darkness that lies within. There is no shame in walking in the light or the shadow, but you seem concerned about either. Don't be tepid; choose and a side and let the certainty of your choice protect you. I had doubts once, but they are gone now; only clear direction remains." Macawi offers his hand to the warforged. "My name is Macawi Panaha, of Xen'drik. You said that you are called Jolt?"

"I fear no condemnation from the light, nor corruption from the darkness. What gives me pause is far worse. I fear being incapable of giving my very soul for my cause by being a non-entity... soulless..." Jolt says as he stands down and holds his hand out as well, not really comfortable with the concept of a handshake as it usually meant alliance, which often led to betrayal, "My hope, is that the entity known as Jolt -me- who can think and feel and live, is not fundamentally lifeless. My hope is that we are more than metal and spikes and killing."

His last statement, is directed at Warforged in general as a race. He looks around at those gathered to watch the 'fight' and pauses slightly at Shadow, before disengaging with the half-giant. He takes his carving back out and returns to silently working on it.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-15, 04:32 PM

Shadow

"There I must disagree with you slightly." Shadow says, nodding towards Jolt."I know that warforges have souls. They are sentient. You can see it in their eyes when the fall in battle, the light - it going out. Surely you've seen it." He says with a touch of sadness. "Besides aren't there Khalastar that claim to have two souls ? Buy one and get one free. The gods are giving out souls like they are candy. The fact that you are wrestling with the question seems to be proof in itself. The real question is, do humans have souls given the way they treated the warforged for years. I dunno my history but I doubt the Elves treated the humans half as bad when they emerged. Do they deserve their souls?

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-15, 05:31 PM

Aeny

"Personally, I wouldn't put it past the other one to pull a trick or ten out of his sleeve to take down the paladin." Aeny followed the rest of the group, listening to the conversation as it turns towards souls and the Warforged. "The humans went out to create tools and weapons - in that they failed, but in their brashness they created something far greater. One can hardly blame them for making the mistake of thinking they had succeeded - that mistake is one all young races make."

Aeny looks around at those walking along, carefully gauging each of them - It was hard to get one with the conversation and the movement, however. It would be easier to look them over at a tavern.

Not Evil.

General rolls, looking around the party.

Perception: [roll0]
Sense Motive: [roll1]

Dem rolls.

bcool999

2015-05-15, 06:23 PM

Jolt

Shaking his head at the 'half-orc', Jolt says, "I do not doubt that we can die, nor whether or not we are sentient. I doubt that sentience alone is proof of a soul. Warforged are created beings, if we have souls it should be evident at some point in that creation when it happens, so I will seek the answer. As for blaming humans for mistreatment, I see no need. Perhaps it was all destined to happen as it has, and Warforged could come into being through no other way."

Without being asked, or asking for permission, Jolt falls in with the others as they move away from the docks.

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-15, 07:23 PM

Jolt

Shaking his head at the 'half-orc', Jolt says, "I do not doubt that we can die, nor whether or not we are sentient. I doubt that sentience alone is proof of a soul. Warforged are created beings, if we have souls it should be evident at some point in that creation when it happens, so I will seek the answer. As for blaming humans for mistreatment, I see no need. Perhaps it was all destined to happen as it has, and Warforged could come into being through no other way."

Macawi raises an eyebrow. "Even if you don't have a soul, why not make one? Powerful magic can accomplish many things and the creation of a soul should not be beyond this. As for humans I cannot speak; I lived in Xen'drik for much of my life. I had not seen a sentient warforged until I left."

annulus

2015-05-15, 11:02 PM

Gil knows that the Globe Information Agency is likely the most discrete in terms of policy and methodology. Being so close to House Tharashk proper, and run by the famous inquisitive Kava Velderan, Globe Information Agency has a reputation to protect.

With regards to taverns, you know there should be such a tavern, but off the top of your head... no, nothing.
Aeny notices the crowd has thinned since the sky darkened. The guards standing around at the entrance of the pier are looking in the group's direction. The ship captain has finished examining the leak, and is now speaking to a laborer, though Aeny cannot hear their conversation. The priest is still staring off into the sunset.

OrganicEvil

2015-05-15, 11:23 PM

"I do not doubt that we can die, nor whether or not we are sentient. I doubt that sentience alone is proof of a soul. Warforged are created beings, if we have souls it should be evident at some point in that creation when it happens, so I will seek the answer. As for blaming humans for mistreatment, I see no need. Perhaps it was all destined to happen as it has, and Warforged could come into being through no other way."

Latch frowned. "I spent a whole year once trying to figure if the Warforged have souls or not," he said. "That's the sort of thing they have you do if you manage to get a High Cardinal mad at you. In the end, I decided that they did, since when I started asking them I don't think I ever found two who gave me quite the same answer. That's about as conclusive a proof you're likely to get in this life, I think. Of course, you'd know best."

Forgot to put this earlier, but I think Latch's non-evilness is fairly self-evident.

The Hellbug

2015-05-16, 01:25 AM

Gil

Gil breathes a sigh of relief as the Warforged lowers his massive fist. Getting into a scuffle and being potentially apprehended by the city guard before even leaving the dock was not particularly high on his list of priorities. Anyway, the group appeared to mostly be following him, so that was well enough. Approaching the end of the dock, he realizes that his memory had served. The tavern that he had thought would be nearby is nowhere to be seen. He scans the street, looking for another such place that will serve his purpose.

Let's roll better on this one.
rollling perception [roll0] Whoops, that's supposed to be +11 so its actually a 21.

Also, Gil does not register as evil.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-16, 12:00 PM

Aeny turns her head to look at the priest watching the sunset before following his gaze to look at it as well. "Tell me, paladins: can Warforged be resurrected? It seems to me that only beings with souls could be - answer that question, and you'll have your answer for the further-reaching one."

As she looks out at the sun setting over the Hilt, Aeny realizes they have stopped. It doesn't take much to realize it's because Gil has no idea where they're going, so she splits from the group talking to walking over to the guards and pose a polite question: "Would any of you happen to know the location of nearby taverns? Any will do, so long as it's in reasonably good repair and the crowd there is not especially violent."

If it's needed I'm taking 10 on a Diplo check for a 17.
Taking 10 on Sense Motive against them as well for a 20.

OrganicEvil

2015-05-16, 12:28 PM

Latch shrugged. "I think so, but I don't really know for sure. The Church does precious few resurrections at all, so as not to deny good souls to the Flame. That was part of why I was supposed to look into the Warforged, to see if they could join with the Flame after they died." He watched with interest as the Phiarlan woman approached the guards.

Just taking 10 on a Perception check, Latch gets 22+[roll0]=24, which should be sufficient to hear Aeny's question to the guards, prompting him to think about an answer of his own.

Taking 10 on Knowledge (local) to find a tavern: 17+[roll1]=21

Taking 10 on Spellcraft to identify Aeny's dragonmark: 17+[roll2]=21 (Based on the DCs given in ECS, that should succeed, which is why I included it in the IC portion of the post. I can edit if I'm wrong, of course.)

annulus

2015-05-16, 02:05 PM

Grayflood District

"Would any of you happen to know the location of nearby taverns? Any will do, so long as it's in reasonably good repair and the crowd there is not especially violent."

The guards look at each other. One says, "You could try Robern's Hall. The shipmasters all head there, and nobody picks any fights. Any place at port-level is fine, though, 'cause people around these parts are mostly here for trade. Just stay out of upper Grayflood; it's dangerous at night."

The guards seem honest.
The group leaves the pier.

Rows of sturdy buildings, mostly shops, inns, and warehouses, sit at the bottom of the cliff, their warm interior lights coming on as the night draws closer. The streets in front are crowded with mariners, travelers, and horse-drawn cargo-laden wagons.

At the top of the cliff sits the rest of Grayflood, seedy and ramshackle, overlooking the port waters. There seems to be few people there, in contrast to the bustle below.

An establishment called Robern's Hall fits the search criteria. Its patrons appear to be the upper ranks of sailors and tradesmen.
Many taverns line the streets, but Latch has heard good things of two. The Floating Barrel serves decent ale and has a wide variety of sailors and travelers coming in, and Robern's Hall is a proper bar and restaurant catering to the upper ranks of sailors and tradesmen.
Since your original intentions were to find a tavern like Robern's Hall, I'm assuming you choose to go there. If I'm wrong, ignore the following section.
The group enters Robern's Hall.

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Robern's Hall

Robern's Hall's main room is a clean and agreeable place. The tables and seating are sturdy and well-spaced, the nautical-themed decorations are well-made and not overdone, and the bar is well-stocked, with many varieties of drinks on the shelves. A large but cozy fireplace burns in the center of the room. A human is working behind the bar, rearranging the drinks. Three servers are helping the patrons, polite in manner.

The main room is somewhat filled. The primary patrons appear to be the upper ranks of mariners and tradesmen. Few tables are empty, but those that are not sat sometimes only one or two, well-dressed sailors and merchants enjoying their meals and drinks alone or with a companion. Some tables had larger groups of sailors and merchants, discussing various aspects of sea trade and logistics.

Only two sit at the bar, an elf man and a human man. They appear to be discussing a serious matter. At one of the tables is a warforged, sitting opposite two finely-dressed, obviously high-born people. The latter look to be trying to convince the former of something.

Gil observes, almost by accident, that the human man at the bar seems ever-so-slightly inhuman, his motions strangely precise and dextrous, more so than what can be expected of most races. He is likely something else in disguise, but as to what is a mystery. There is certainly some magical element to the disguise, as it is very good.
A halfling server walks up to the group, well-spoken but seemingly uncomfortable. "Yes? Can I help you?"

ylvathrall

2015-05-16, 02:25 PM

Wilhelm
Wilhelm looks around Robern's Hall, sizing the place up. Some of the customers look interesting, but none seem to have the potential to be as entertaining as the group he's already with, so he decides to ignore them for the moment.

He goes to the bar, keeping a polite distance from the other patrons sitting there, and waits for the bartender to notice him. "A glass of vodka," he says, once the bartender shows up. "And a bottle of your finest wine."

bcool999

2015-05-16, 02:49 PM

Jolt

"It is not so simple." Jolt says in response to the others believe in Warforged souls, but declines to pursue the thread of discussion further. Tomorrow he would begin his search for answers at the Cannith enclave.

Upon entering the Tavern, Jolt scans the room for possible enemies, a habit from his time in the war. One that had saved him from destruction more than once.

[roll0]

After being assured of the tavern's safety, Jolt nods in acknowledgement of the other warforged, and stands near the others as they see to organic needs. He finishes up his carving, a crude warship with bare masts with it's deadly ram featured prominently at the bow. He leaves the little ship on a counter or table somewhere, no longer interested in it now that it had been finished. When the server approaches, Jolt wonders what appears to be bothering her... though likely he is mistaken just as he was with the half-giant.

[roll1]

Othniel

2015-05-16, 03:21 PM

Hrodgar

As those of the group interested enter the tavern, Hrodgar opens the flap on his familiar satchel and Asteria flies out, settling on his shoulder. In a quiet voice, the man whispers to her, "See what you can find out," indicating the two sitting at the table with the warforged. With that, the thrush flies up into the rafters to begin eavesdropping. As the server approaches the group, Hrodgar drops his cowl and smiles pleasantly at the halfling, "I'll have whatever your establishment is best known for, please." After ordering, he follows Wilhelm toward the bar, positioning himself between Wilhelm and the other two patrons in conversation.

Thrush being stealthy: [roll0] (Bonus: 12 from size + 2 from ability mod)
Thrush's perception check on the warforged and others: [roll1] (Bonus: 6 from master's ranks + 3 from class skill + 2 from ability mod + 3 from skill focus)
Hrodgar perception on the two guys at the bar: [roll2]

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-16, 04:15 PM

Shadow

"Hello." Shadow addresses the server. "We'll need a table please."

Shadow was a little disappointed. He was hoping to get the lay of the land by talking to the short fleshling who had an appointment to keep. He had assumed the man had been to Sharn before and knew his way around. He was dismayed when it appearred the 'short-fleshy' got his directions wrong the first time. Shadow had over estimated his utility. It was time for plan 'B'. Shadow hated plan 'B'.

He decided that 'short-fleshy' was a terrible nickname.

"I'll also need two of your finest Ales for myself and ummm...sorry I didn't catch your name mate" he says motioning to Gil.

Perception check - just because : [roll0]

Is this merely a tarven or is it also an Inn with rooms for rent ?

annulus

2015-05-16, 06:27 PM

Robern's Hall

The human behind the bar walks to the counter.

"A glass of vodka. And a bottle of your finest wine."

The human expertly pours a glass of clear spirit and sets it in front of Wilhelm. He then says, "Our best wine will run you forty gold. Is that satisfactory?"

Jolt sees nothing of immediate concern. As it is, however, most patrons look to be veterans in whatever trade they offer. No doubt competent folk.

The server seems genuinely interested in helping the new guests, although uncomfortable for whatever reason.
Hrodgar listens in on the conversation of the elf and the human at the bar.

"So," says the human, "the Cathedral. Any questions?"

"None," says the elf. "Commander Johana wishes for you to inform Lord Arigan that we will execute our orders with the utmost care. I understand how important this is for him."

"Very well. Are your preparations nearing completion?"

"Yes. All the gear and manpower we need are requisitioned from the Council. The Houses will supply us their services. We are ready to leave on Lord Arigan's command."

"I will relay this to him. Get some rest. Tell your commander that you will be leaving in a week or less."
The two men at the bar stand up, shake hands, set down coins on the counter, and begin to leave. The human barman goes to pick up the coins.

Asteria flies above the table with the warforged and the two high-borns, listening intently. She will later report that the warforged appears to be the captain of a vessel, and the high-borns are nobles attempting to convince the warforged to sail them to Xen'Drik. The warforged is patiently refusing, telling them that House Lyrandar predicts a storm to pass soon, that the storm is too large for raincallers to disperse, and that if the nobles want to travel, it would be after the storm subsides. The nobles are not so willing to accept the warforged's explanations.
Shadow speaks to the server.

"Hello. We'll need a table please. I'll also need two of your finest Ales for myself and ummm...sorry I didn't catch your name mate"

"A table," says the server. "Of course." He ushers the group (or, at least, those who have not split off) to an empty table. "Our finest ale is fifteen gold. Will this be okay?"

It seems as though Robern's Hall does not provide inn services.

ylvathrall

2015-05-16, 06:56 PM

The human expertly pours a glass of clear spirits and sets it in front of Wilhelm. He then says, "Our best wine will run you forty gold. Is that satisfactory?"

Wilhelm
"Forty gold, yes, fine," Wilhelm says impatiently. He pays the bartender, and then takes both the wine and the vodka to the table with the others and takes a seat. He opens the wine, ignoring the other drink for the moment.

"A toast to the damned," he says, raising the bottle. "May they be forever drunk." This is followed by a string of words in a rather exotic language.
"Well, cousin, here's a bottle of the finest wine in Sharn for you. Never understood what you saw in the stuff, but whatever, wine was your favorite so wine you get. Tomorrow's the start of a brand new life. Wish you could be here for it."

He then pours the bottle out onto the floor.
Removed 40 gold from character inventory.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-16, 08:22 PM

The dragonmarked woman steps into the tavern, trailing just behind everyone but any others that would try and stay behind her. Though she looks around the tavern, she's more interested in the rest of the people she entered with, continuing to watch and take note of them. Taking a seat at the table with the plurality of the group at it, she positions herself intentionally so her right shoulder (and thus Dragonmark) is facing out towards the larger portion of the room. Looking up at the server, she comments: "No ale for me, but I have just come off a ship and would like something fresh and simple to eat. Do you have bread, milk and honey? Perhaps fruit?"

She gives Wilhelm a curious look as he dumps the wine onto the floor, adding to the end "Some rags as well, please."

OrganicEvil

2015-05-16, 08:40 PM

"A toast to the damned," he says, raising the bottle. "May they be forever drunk."

"I'll drink to that," Latch said as he sat down. "Makes them that much easier for me to catch." He turned to the server. "I'll take a Zil brandy, if you've got it. Sorry about the mess." He slipped the server a silver piece.

Ten points to anyone who gets the joke.

ylvathrall

2015-05-16, 08:52 PM

"I'll drink to that," Latch said as he sat down. [color="#aaaaaa"]"Makes them that much easier for me to catch."
Wilhelm gets the joke, but is clearly not amused. "I suggest you think carefully about such words before you speak them, paladin," he snaps. "I expect everyone at this table is missing friends. Continue to make light of their memory and you'll find little welcome, here or elsewhere."

He then stares at the glass of vodka for a moment, gesturing and muttering under his breath.
Detect Poison on the vodka.

Mechanix

2015-05-16, 10:04 PM

Lilianna had been following the group, swallowed up in their movement - trying to answer the paladin she'd been talking with and not getting the chance as the chaotic conversation moved away. She'd never been one for crowds, or for effective small-talk - now she felt stupid, sitting here at this table like a friend of all these people when she'd barely said a word to them. She had to findsomething, something...
Wilhelm
"A toast to the damned," he says, raising the bottle. "May they be forever drunk."
...that made her smirk. She took a glass, and raised an eyebrow.

"You know, I will drink to that, for all that I don't know how I should be taking it. I mean..." She glances at the rest of the table, particularly Latch after his last comment. "...I don't particularly want to be caught. Though the only one looking for me are likely damned themselves... Well," she sighs dramatically, "no rest for the wicked." And she gulps down the glass.

The Hellbug

2015-05-17, 12:08 AM

Gil

Gil followed the elf to the tavern with the others, disappointed that he had been made to look foolish. On the bright side, maybe if I don't lead them there, they'll forget that I offered to buy the drinks., he thought, aware of the relatively meager amount of money in his coinpurse.

"I'll also need two of your finest Ales for myself and ummm...sorry I didn't catch your name mate"

"How could I have forgotten? Geoffrey Magellis is the name, but I prefer Geof," Gil answers, extending his hand towards Shadow. "And might I have the pleasure of yours?"

He listens to Shadow's response as they move towards the table the server designated. Once there, he takes a seat, making sure to take one that allows a view of the bar itself. He finally gets a good look at the band: an orc, a giant of Xen'Drik, a warforged paladin--certainly an eclectic group. At the proposition of a toast, he raises his tankard as well and drinks deeply, adding as he sets it down, "And to the end of a journey as well."

Setting his gaze of the paladin of the Silver Flame, Gil starts, "Now I believe there was mention of a hero and battle with a Mad Wizard of Wynarn? Certainly sounds more interesting than you seemed to think it was."

Now, I don't know if I have to roll bluff for giving a false name but here goes anyway.

rolling bluff: [roll0]

annulus

2015-05-17, 02:08 AM

Robern's Hall

At Wilhelm pouring his drink out, the barman looks indifferent and says nothing, while one of the servers sighs and leaves presumably to retrieve towels. The other patrons stare on in amusement, distracted momentarily from their own businesses.

Aeny speaks to the halfling server.

"No ale for me, but I have just come off a ship and would like something fresh and simple to eat. Do you have bread, milk and honey? Perhaps fruit? Some rags as well, please."

"Of course," says the server. "Don't worry about the mess."

Latch speaks to the server.

"I'll take a Zil brandy, if you've got it. Sorry about the mess."

"I believe we have it, Sir. No need to apologize for the mess. Thank you for your generosity."

The server leaves and returns with the ordered items.

Othniel

2015-05-17, 02:47 AM

Hrodgar

"Cathedral, eh? Might be worth checking on," Hrodgar thinks to himself. "Good place to help out," puts in Hope.

Hrodgar's thoughts are interrupted by Wilhelm's antics, and he watches with an amused expression. He thought he might've even joined in on the toast, had the server got around to bringing him what he ordered. Leaning in toward the bar and clearing his throat, Hrodgar attempts to catch the server's eye, "A mug of your best, please." The man's stomach rumbled, reminding him that it was meal time. "And perhaps something to eat?"

The Shaman waits for the server to return, thanks him and pays whatever is owed, and speaks up again, "I have just arrived in your city, and I am looking for work. Do you happen to know of anyone hiring folks of the adventuresome type, or heard any rumors of folks that might need help?

Rolling diplomacy to gather information: [roll0]

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-17, 07:26 PM

Macawi walks into the bar surveys the crows as a general measure. He tends to stand out a bit and is always on the lookout for others of his kind. He sits down in a less crowded section of the bar. He waits until a server comes over, "Just water for me thank you."

As he is waiting he keeps on eye on the warforged paladin. If he overheard correctly he intends to visit House Cannith soon; that could prove interesting. He has never heard of anyone not having a soul before, although this is definitely not his forte, and would like to find out more. Certainly warforged are vulnerable to the shadow magic, although paladins are not. Macawi has heard rumors of a power that would let him bypass a paladins incredible courage, but his search for his power has turned up little in the way of results.

Once his drink comes Macawi heads to the warforged, "Tell me, have you heard of any institutions of unusual magic, or perhaps relics of such? I am looking for a specific type of training that I have heard rumors of, but have not yet made any headway into discovering. If nothing else I think it would be beneficial for us to travel together."

Mechanix

2015-05-17, 09:51 PM

The Shaman waits for the server to return, thanks him and pays whatever is owed, and speaks up again, "I have just arrived in your city, and I am looking for work. Do you happen to know of anyone hiring folks of the adventuresome type, or heard any rumors of folks that might need help?

"Yeah, adventure!" Lilianna says, raising a mug already half-empty. "I want in on that, too! I mean," she adds awkwardly, "not that I would want to intrude on your own business and stuff, Mister Hrodgar Wanderer sir. But I came here to find myself some adventuring to do, yaknow. Kill the old rampaging beast and uncovering the secrets of evil mages, all that jazz."

You read too many adventure novels, her blade whispers. "Shaddap," Lilianna says with a frown, not realizing no one can see that she's talking to someone. "Anyway, yeah, I wanna find myself some derring-do to dare... do. Where d'I go?"

Othniel

2015-05-17, 11:10 PM

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-17, 11:16 PM

"In a city of this size, there's bound to be an 'adventurer's district'. So long as you ask the right people where it is, it can't be too hard to find." Aeny passes the coin owed back to the server and starts to eat, tearing off small pieces of the bread and chewing it meticulously along with bits of the assorted fruit.

Mechanix

2015-05-18, 12:26 AM

Hrodgar stifles a grin. It is obvious that the woman's drink is having an effect. "You are welcome to come along, Miss...Lilianna? Did I catch your name right earlier?" He smiles pleasantly, trying to appear friendly. "You're trying too hard," Asteria says in his ear, as she alights upon his shoulder. "And I'll tell you what I heard later." Hrodgar scowls at the thrush for a moment before the smile springs back into place. "I intend to see what good I may do here. I would welcome any company," the Aasimar says, and pulls back his cowl farther to reveal his heritage. "If you don't mind being seen with one of my kind, that is."
The girl's mouth opens slightly as the reveal of the shaman's features. "Oooooh," she says slowly, her features showing surprise but no particular opinion. She frowns slightly, as if thinking to herself. "I've seen yer kind before, I did. When I was taught all the..." She makes a vague gesture of her hand. "Plane stuff. My father probably wouldn't wanna see me tagging along with you." At these words, she smiles like a child about to do something they really should not. "So that's one more reason to do it, 'tis."

killitkillitkillitkillitkillitkillitkillitkillit

Oh, hush you. He looks like a nice fellow.

"You're right, name's Lilianna." She makes a curtesy, spilling a few drops of beer on the floor in the process. "Tiefling magus, fer yer service." Her strange accent comes and go with each sentence, making her speech odd to the ear. "I've come here to hone my skills and learn the secrets of magic, and practical experience by helping people is the best way to do that, in my opinion, which I respect."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-18, 03:33 AM

Shadow

Shadow turns to Geof "You have worked lined up here in town ? Need an assistant ?" He half joked.

Shadow tests out his ale with a quick sip and waves over the halfling server one more time. " Sorry to bother you, but could you provide some direction to the nearest Inn? " he offers up a silver coin for their trouble. He pauses for a few moments as if he just realised something. He lowers his voice. "Also, is everything alright? You seem .. troubled. Are you in danger?"

Is the halfling server male or female?

Sense Motive (taking ten) : 19

The Hellbug

2015-05-18, 11:58 AM

Gil

"I wish that I did," Gil replies to Shadow's question. "I haven't been to Sharn, Breland at all really, for quite some time. I've been doing freelance investigative and acquisitions work in Aundair for the past few years, a lot of it with House Orion. I'd still be there if I hadn't treaded on some of the wrong toes. I figured I'd try to find work around here again until something interesting came up so it sounds like I'm in the same boat as a lot of you all here." He drains the dregs of his ale as he listens to some of the other conversations going on.

Shadow
"Also, is everything alright? You seem .. troubled. Are you in danger?"

Shadow's question to the halfling makes Gil apprehensive. He looks from the barkeep to the empty flagon in front of him. Not possible. If anything would have happened it would have been right when I got off the boat. They wouldn't bet on me going to a specific tavern, would they? Gil's hand seeks the comfort of the hilt of a dagger in his belt. He suddenly stands up, telling the others, "I think I need some fresh air for a second. Would anyone care to join me?" He then strides just out the door and scans the street for anything suspicious, chatting with anyone who comes with him all the while.

Gil will take 10 on the spot check as he scans the street, giving him a 21

annulus

2015-05-18, 01:20 PM

Robern's Hall

"A mug of your best, please. And perhaps something to eat?"

"Of course," says the server. He leaves and returns with a plate of baked crab and a glass of mead.

It really bothers me that: 1) you asked for "something to eat" and the server somehow decides upon a specific dish, and 2) the server returns with a presumably cooked dish in only a few moments. But I don't want to make a big deal of this little transaction, so I guess, deal with it?

"I have just arrived in your city, and I am looking for work. Do you happen to know of anyone hiring folks of the adventuresome type, or heard any rumors of folks that might need help?

"You could try any of the taverns or guilds in Clifftop." He gave directions to Clifftop. "You could also ask Robern; he's the man behind the bar. He's more familiar with these matters."

"Just water for me thank you."

The server leaves and returns with a mug of water. "Here you go, Sir."

" Sorry to bother you, but could you provide some direction to the nearest Inn?"

"The nearest inn is right next door. The Flying Mast. If you want better accommodation, you will have to leave Grayflood. There are plenty in Dura. The Cup and the Pillow in Hope's Peak is a favorite of many."

"Also, is everything alright? You seem .. troubled. Are you in danger?"

The server looks surprised, and then laughs. "Oh, no, not at all. It's just that—I was worried, seeing you and your friends enter, that you might be the rowdy type. Our clientele do not take well to noise, you see. (And they can sometimes be violent about it.) But I'm happy to report my worries were baseless."

The halfling server is male. He seems to be telling the truth.

________________________________

Grayflood District

Night has come; the sky is cloudy, but the moon shines brightly through an empty patch. A strong wind is blowing, the sails of the countless ships fluttering in the dark. The streets are illuminated by lanterns, supplemented by the light emanating from the windows of buildings. There are still people walking about, but far fewer; only eight in view, not counting guards, of which there are a pair patrolling the docks.

Gil sees nothing immediately threatening, but far across the road, on a pier, five figures are conversing in the dark. He is certain they are armored and carry weapons.

Othniel

2015-05-18, 01:45 PM

Hrodgar

"Of course," says the server. He leaves and returns with a plate of baked crab and a glass of mead.
It really bothers me that: 1) you asked for "something to eat" and the server somehow decides upon a specific dish, and 2) the server returns with a presumably cooked dish in only a few moments. But I don't want to make a big deal of this little transaction, so I guess, deal with it?

Sorry! I wasn't trying to be a bother, honest. :smallsmile: I assumed there would be time between ordering and receiving food (and that the server would be giving Hrodgar options). I'll attempt to be more specific in the future.

"You could try any of the taverns or guilds in Clifftop." He gave irections to Clifftop. "You could also ask Robern; he's the man behind the bar. He's more familiar with these matters."

Hrodgar takes a long draught from the glass of mead, and starts splitting open the crab before responding to Lilianna. "Let's see what Mr. Robern here has to say about opportunities." He waves a hand at Robern in an attempt to gain his attention, and then indicates the server. "Mr. Robern, this fellow here said you might know something about finding some work around here, perhaps for us adventuresome types?"

giles92

2015-05-18, 03:21 PM

Tural

Waking up, I promptly fell out of the hammock and onto what I'm assuming is some kind of awful fishing instrument. It was sharp and pointy, to say the least. Stupid things. What the hell is wrong with a cot?! They can be rolled up to save space and doesn't make your back look like a blacksmith worked it over with his hammer. Getting off the ship as fast as possible, I was greeted to the sight of half a dozen oddly dressed strangers wander off. Harbors are never a good place to meet new people. For one thing, they're mostly filled with sailors who use them to drink and fight.

Walking forward, I get my first real look at Sharn. Lorrister warned me it would be impressive, but the sheer size... It was bigger than a damned mountain! And are those towers floating? A city this size could probably swallow every town in the Principalities with room to spare. Shaking off the wonderment, I prepare for the scammers that try to roll tourists. Knowing my luck, the ambassador district was probably in that giant floating ring and getting my real work done would have to wait until night time.

Knowing they'd be the ones to ask, I stride forward to the guards. They look like common enough watchmen, so they'll probably just send me up the ladder, but now was probably a good chance to see what kind of law enforcement there was in Sharn. "Greetings, my name is Tural Lorrister, brother and ambassador of Prince Lorrister, Baron of the Heavenly Fleet. If you two fine gentlemen could kindly point me in the direction of the embassy, I would be most grateful."

ylvathrall

2015-05-18, 03:39 PM

Wilhelm
Wilhelm stares at the vodka distrustfully for a few more seconds before shrugging and downing it. "Good stuff," he says, coughing. It takes him a few seconds to bring his attention back to the conversation; when he does, what he hears makes his ears perk up. Not literally, of course, since he's still in the shape of the man with the nice hat. Geof, he said his name was.

"You're right, name's Lilianna." She makes a curtesy, spilling a few drops of beer on the floor in the process. "Tiefling magus, fer yer service." Her strange accent comes and go with each sentence, making her speech odd to the ear. "I've come here to hone my skills and learn the secrets of magic, and practical experience by helping people is the best way to do that, in my opinion, which I respect."

"You're drunk, my dear," he says. "But I must admit I find your exuberant manner to be uniquely charming. Perhaps I shall join your grand adventure to uncover these secrets of magic, come the morning. In the meantime, however, I believe I shall join our friend outside; it does seem rather close in here, suddenly."

He suddenly stands up, telling the others, "I think I need some fresh air for a second. Would anyone care to join me?" He then strides just out the door and scans the street for anything suspicious, chatting with anyone who comes with him all the while.

Wilhelm follows the man called Geof outside. They present a rather odd picture, since the two of them still look almost identical. "Bad ale?" Wilhelm asks sympathetically. "That, my good sir, is why one should always examine their food carefully. Particularly in a new town; you never quite know how they feel about foreigners." He then mutters a few words under his breath, gesturing.
Detect Magic, attempting to identify any auras with a Knowledge(arcana) check of [roll0]

Othniel

2015-05-18, 04:12 PM

The Shaman watches Wilhelm get up and start to leave. Lifting his glass to the man, he wishes him well, saying, "See you around tomorrow."

Hrodgar exudes an "aura of otherworldliness." (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/hybrid-classes/shaman/spirits/heavens)

annulus

2015-05-18, 10:05 PM

Robern's Hall

Hrodgar attracts the attention of Robern.

"Mr. Robern, this fellow here said you might know something about finding some work around here, perhaps for us adventuresome types?"

Returning to stocking his shelves of spirits, Robern says, "Plenty of folk are 'adventuresome'. I don't memorize random job rumors, dear customer. If you need something more specific, I'm your man. Elsewise, try the Drunken Dragon. Now, I don't like turning away one so polite as you, so I'll tell you the three favored jobs among the 'adventuresome' right now."

He proceeds to summarize three jobs: Larrian ir'Morgrave is looking to hire protection for a scholarly expedition; Daphane d'Kundarak has put out a bounty of five grand gold for information on her missing friend, Fari Akzibil; and Alaram Rewold is recruiting skilled and tight-lipped problem-solvers for some mission.

Without looking up, he continues: "Now, every 'adventuresome' soul in Sharn is going to jump at each of these jobs. So, if you've any interest, I suggest you act fast."

________________________________

Grayflood District

Wilhelm detects auras centered about 'Geoffrey'. The most potent is a moderate illusion aura, followed by three other faint auras of evocation, abjuration, divination, and illusion schools. No other auras are present, though his spell's range does not reach the piers.

________________________________

Grayflood District

The two guards stare at Tural, their faces showing that they did not expect such an encounter late at night. One speaks to the other. "Wouldn't the embassy be in the Ambassador Towers?"

"I think so," says the other. "With the other Principalities embassies. But I don't know if we're talking to a madman or—"

"Let's just send him over, eh?" The guard turns to Tural. "We'll escort you there. Are you ready to go?"

Mechanix

2015-05-18, 10:28 PM

"Ah! Protection? 'Scholarly expedition'? Fighting and learning are the two t- actually that metaphor goes bad places," Lilianna says frowning to herself and awkwardly slamming her pint on the table. She has a hiccup. "But it sounds right up my alley! And you say we need to act fast? Well I say we should act now!" Further slamming of pint for emphasis. Her eyes rolls in its socket a bit, and she points an authoritative finger in Hrodgar's general direction, before sweeping it to cover the entire table and the way the others left. "Whoswithme? I may not look like much but I can handle the protection of some stuffy academics just fine! I just need someone to... come with me... So I don't get lost on the way. The walls are being a bit wobbly right now. I think I might get lost. Or faint."

Suddenly the tiefling shakes her head, growling; her long tail lashes nervously at the floor. "Bah! I'll be fine in, give me ten, fifteen minutes. That drink is stronger than I expected. Anyways. Who wants to come offer our services to Lara... Lira... Lariann ir'Mo... Momomo. Lariann. Like right about now? We should show our due diligence."

I have never been more ashamed of my owner in my entire life.

Yeah I bet. Should I remind you that you were at my grandfather's side at Maulan's wake, when he decided to improvise an elegy?

...I have only once been more ashamed of my owner in my entire life.

That's what I thought.

Othniel

2015-05-18, 11:03 PM

Hrodgar

"I thank you for the information, good proprietor," Hrodgar says with a grin. "If I might prevail upon you for three more pieces of information, might you be willing to tell me where these folk might be found?"

At Lilianna's outburst, Hrodgar turns and frowns. I don't think she's going anywhere soon, sends Hope, mournfully. "Maybe a good night's rest first, Miss," Hrodgar says instead. "When you can stand, I'll help you find a reputable establishment, and we can start first thing in the morning. You wouldn't want to drag somebody out of bed just to say you'll take a job, do you?"

Mechanix

2015-05-18, 11:10 PM

"No, no, I'm fine, I assure you-" The tiefling cringes, her whole body shiverring, and then she smacks herself on the temple with her palm - when she opens her eyes she looks slightly more alert, more wakeful. "I tell you. I gulped this one down too fast but I'll be fine in a bit. Just... a few minutes. The time to get there, really. Wherever "there is. Actually, what time is it? It flies by so fast. Robern, innkeep, my good man- where be these Larrian ir'Morgrave, that I might recommend myself to her?"

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-19, 12:02 AM

The elf was hardly concerned about work; the house knew of the particular brand of talents she had cultivated over the last few decades and would undoubtedly have something for her to do when she joined them on the morrow. The prospect of work outside of their prying eyes was tempting, but this close to the House it would be a folly to do such a thing without at least working up some good will from those higher up. Besides, she didn't wish to be forced into a business proposition with someone that she wasn't sure shared her view of the world.

Aeny continued to eat her simple meal, half-listening to the exchange between the two across the table and the barkeep. Swallowing a piece of fruit that had been dipped in honey. When the tiefling made to get up, she added calmly to the conversation "You should avoid disturbing a noblewoman when the sun is down, miss Lilianna. Believe me, whatever she occupying her time with at this hour will not be something she wishes to share with strangers."

This tiefling is out to get herself killed, she thought to herself as she finished her commentary.

Essentially taking 10 on Kn: Nobility to understand that ir' is an affix granted to nobility.

giles92

2015-05-19, 12:44 AM

I check my blades and belt pouch before nodding. Fortunately the fancy clothes my brothers aide had forced on me at the last moment were currently being digested by a shark, so there was no bothersome luggage to lug around. The first guard seemed a little surprised so I probably should have kept a bit of it, but any Lhazzarite worth his salt wouldn't be caught dead in those things. I mean, purple velvet? Realizing both guards were looking at me expectantly, my easy grin returned and I gestured magnanimously.

"Of course, my fine captain, of course. Sailors travel light by necessity and as far as the Heavenly Fleets diplomatic crew goes, I'm currently it." I attempted a weak hearted smile, as if depressed over my own joke, but it didn't really seem necessary. The second one had already learned it was better to risk the annoyance of important people rather than their anger. Still, they'll both escort me? It seemed neither man cared overmuch about their duties if they were willing to abandon them at a drop of the hat, all to help someone who just needed directions. With both their attention, I gestured at them to lead the way and continued to make seemingly amiable conversation.

"Having spent so long at sea, I find myself craving companionship. Would either of you know a good place where such a companion could be coerced to spend a little time with me? Hehe." That uncomfortable little laugh was something I'd spent hours perfecting. A fearful man may try anything and a brave man believes himself untouchable. But a nervous man? In addition to revealing just aggressive someone might become, no one thought a nervous man would do anything except run away. Besides, I really did want to find a brothel. They were a hotbed of secrets and crime, just the place for Val'nar to get started.

OrganicEvil

2015-05-19, 01:14 AM

"I think I need some fresh air for a second. Would anyone care to join me?"

Latch sighed and finished his brandy in a gulp. So much for relaxation, he thought. Whoever this Geof really was, he was clearly running from something. If it was the law, Latch would bring him in, and if it wasn't he would help, but either way he was officially on the job. Leaving payment for his drink on the table, Latch stood to follow the man out before remembering he had one other item of business left in the restaurant. Quickly, he got Lilianna's attention. "I've got to run," he said, "Duty calls, all that crap. But if you want to find me for, you know, any reason, you can get in touch with me through the Church of the Silver Flame; they'll be able to get me a message, need be. Remember, the name's Latch Guarin." With that, he left the restaurant at a casual walk that turned into a jog as soon as he was on the street, slowing again as he caught up with Geof and Wilhelm. This next step would be delicate. If "Geof" really was an outlaw, then subtlety was probably the wisest course of action.

"So," he asked, "who exactly are you running away from?" Subtlety had never been his strong suit.

How much was the brandy? I need to know what to deduct from Latch's finances.

Taking 10 on the Sense Motive from earlier for 22+[roll0]=24

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-19, 06:40 AM

Shadow

Shadow nods to the halfling server. "I can see your concern regarding this ...rabble." he whispered with a smirk. Shadow turned away and sighed deeply as the tiefling starts making a scene. "I guess my conversation with Geof is over. Not going to get any useful information out of him." he thought to himself as he watched Gil/Geof leave the Tavern abruptly.

He got up from the table and moved closer to the bar, bringing the remainder of his ale with him. He whispered a friendly warning to the tiefling as he passed " Shhh, take a load off and relax -doctor's orders. You've had a long trip." He didn't think she would listen to such a gentle suggestion. Shadow figured it was better to err on the side of being too friendly then to possibly offend her at this point -Fleshlings were complicated and he had trouble understanding their ways.

Shadow propped his elbow up on the bar. He listened to the tail end of what the barkeep was saying and nursed his drink. He hoped he had put enough distance between himself and the rowdy table to avoid any unpleasantness they might conjure up.

The Hellbug

2015-05-19, 11:02 AM

"Bad ale?" Wilhelm asks sympathetically. "That, my good sir, is why one should always examine their food carefully. Particularly in a new town; you never quite know how they feel about foreigners."

"No, not at all. Just needed a little bit of fresh air. By the way, I've been meaning to compliment you on that trick you've got there..." he motions to his own face and then to Wilhelm, "...the whole looking exactly like me thing. Must be useful, and I was wondering how you came across it." As Wilhelm begins his incantations, Gil begins to protest before they are joined by Latch. "Is that really necessary..." He trails off as the paladin speaks.

"So," he asked, "who exactly are you running away from?"

A tricky question, coming from a holy warrior like him, almost certainly trickier than he meant it to be. He seems like the type who could be strong friend or an even stronger enemy. Best not make him any more suspicious of my intentions than he already is. "The short answer is that I don't really know. In fact, I'm not even actually aware if they're following me at all. All I know is that they killed a dear friend of mine, and they know that I know that they killed him. In my line of work, that's probably enough of a reason for them to see me dead. Until a few short years ago, that wouldn't have been a problem. I would have gone into hiding, made contact with my friends, and seen that these murderers be punished for their actions. However, now I have," he pauses for a moment and stares out across the bay, pondering over which words to use next, "things that are more important to me. Things that need protecting. So here I am, an adventurer yet again. Perhaps waiting for a gang of thugs to come knock me over. Perhaps not." He looks the paladin in the eyes as he concludes his story, "Satisfied now?"

ylvathrall

2015-05-19, 11:58 AM

"No, not at all. Just needed a little bit of fresh air. By the way, I've been meaning to compliment you on that trick you've got there..." he motions to his own face and then to Wilhelm, "...the whole looking exactly like me thing. Must be useful, and I was wondering how you came across it." As Wilhelm begins his incantations, Gil begins to protest before they are joined by Latch. "Is that really necessary..." He trails off as the paladin speaks.

Wilhelm finishes examining the area, then grins at Geof. "My kind have a rather unique talent for such things, my good sir, which I have taken particular pains to further develop. It is, tragically, nothing that I could teach to someone such as yourself. I will, however, admit that I do occasionally rely upon more typical aids. I'm sure that you could find a similar item, if you needed one." He grins knowingly while saying this last part. "In the meantime, I don't see anything particularly threatening approaching us, so I believe I'll be getting a bit of dinner. Do let me know if you need a hand with these mysterious pursuers of yours, though. I have...a certain sympathy for those with something worth protecting."

Back inside, he returns to the table and waves the server over. "Your bread is clearly of excellent quality, good man, as I think my compatriots can attest. But I find myself longing for something more substantial than the one, and less fishy than the other. Might I presume upon you for a bit of bread and meat? Something other than rat, if I may; I find myself quite bored of rat."

He then turns his attention back to the self-proclaimed tiefling magus and her companion. "So," he says brightly. "Have you two enterprising fellows yet determined where we shall begin our quest for those most perplexing of questions, the deep and arcane secrets of the magical mysteries?"

annulus

2015-05-19, 01:12 PM

Robern's Hall

"I thank you for the information, good proprietor. If I might prevail upon you for three more pieces of information, might you be willing to tell me where these folk might be found?"

"Actually, what time is it? It flies by so fast. Robern, innkeep, my good man- where be these Larrian ir'Morgrave, that I might recommend myself to her?"

"Him," says Robern. "Ir'Morgrave is a man. He works in Lareth Hall. D'Kundarak works in her house's enclave in Dragon Towers. Rewold works in Korranath."

Aeny knows that ir'- is a prefix denoting landed nobility.
A half-orc server goes around the room to bill the patrons.

Vodka: 1 sp
Frostgrape wine: 40 gp (paid)
Bread, milk, and honey: 4 sp
Zil brandy: 5 gp
Good ale: 8 cp
Baked crab: 4 sp
Good mead: 8 cp
Dragonbite bitter ale: 15 gp
Wilhelm attracts the attention of the halfling server.

"Your bread is clearly of excellent quality, good man, as I think my compatriots can attest. But I find myself longing for something more substantial than the one, and less fishy than the other. Might I presume upon you for a bit of bread and meat? Something other than rat, if I may; I find myself quite bored of rat."

The halfling server nods. "Certainly, Sir. Our specials today are baked crab, roasted pork, and poached Hilt trout."

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Grayflood District

"Of course, my fine captain, of course. Sailors travel light by necessity and as far as the Heavenly Fleets diplomatic crew goes, I'm currently it."

The guards look bemused.

"Having spent so long at sea, I find myself craving companionship. Would either of you know a good place where such a companion could be coerced to spend a little time with me? Hehe."

"Sir," says one of the guards stiffly, "we will be bringing you to the embassy. As you may know, impersonating a diplomat is a serious crime. We must verify you are indeed the ambassador. Please excuse the inconvenience and come with—"

"Hey," says the other guard sharply, his hand going to a longsword at his side, his eyes turned towards the piers.

A group of five heavily-armed persons emerge from the dark of the pier. Two carry a large, chained-shut trunk. As they come into view, what looks to be a flying rowboat (sans the oars) descends from the sky. They haul the trunk onto the vehicle.

One of the five, an elf man, points to another and says, "Come with me. The rest of you, go with the keelboat."

"Smugglers," says one the guards under his breath. "We need backup."

"I'll go get some," says the other, proceeding to jog briskly towards Ship's Towers.

The remaining guard walks up to the five. "Hold there. What is your business? What are you carrying?"

"Brelish military," says one of the five, a half-elf woman. "Mind yourself." She draws papers from her coat pocket. "Identification."

Tural thinks she is lying.

The guard takes the papers and inspects them. The elf man and a dwarf man climb onto the flying vehicle, and begin ascending into the night sky. Two of the remaining three begin walking back to the piers.

"Hey!" says the guard. "Wait here until I verify—"

The woman regards him coldly. "Do you want to be tried for treason? Interfering with military business?"
Gil and Latch see a commotion building by the piers. The two guards are speaking with an aasimar, though the content of their conversation cannot be heard at this distance, when five shadowy figures emerge from the piers, heavily armed, as what looks to be a flying rowboat descends from the skies. The figures are bringing with them a large, chained trunk.

One of the five figures is the elf man who previously sat at the bar in Robern's Hall. He hauls the trunk onto the vehicle, boards alongside a dwarf man, and begins their ascent into the night sky.

One guard had jogged off. The other remained and is speaking to another one of the five, a half-elf woman. Tension is mounting, judging by their mannerisms.

giles92

2015-05-19, 05:20 PM

Tural marks the faces of both the escaping smugglers, before turning his attention towards the woman. "You know it's a really bad idea to lie around an Aasimar. I can see them plain as day. In the Principalities I was an elite investigator and you know what they say. A lawman won't be on vacation for five minutes until the first body drops." Just to be clear, I go ahead and draw my sword. "Don't mean to step on your toes captain, just looking to offer a little assistance."

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-19, 07:45 PM

Aeny leaves the coin owed sitting on top of the bill, as well as an additional sovereign for gratuity. "Nobleman, then; my apologies to him for misunderstanding his name. Speaking of House Enclaves, could you point me towards the Phiarlan Enclave? I was told it was in Dragon Towers as well, but I'm afraid I don't know where that is."

Othniel

2015-05-20, 12:44 AM

Hrodgar

"My thanks, worthy proprietor," Hrodgar says to Robern. "You have been of much help, and I do appreciate it. The food and drink is good here as well. May your taps never run dry!" The Aasimar likewise pays his bill and keeps at his meal, but with an eye on Lilianna. He isn't sure whether she was recovering from her drink, and he doesn't want to leave someone to their own devices who is inebriated in a strange city at night.

Mechanix

2015-05-20, 08:40 AM

At this point, Lilianna is sprawled over the table, eyes closed, arms extended, snorting. Then suddenly she jerk awake - her eyes blink blankly as she looks around her at the rest of the inn, then down at the empty tankard, then frowns.

"What..."

You're in an inn. You've been drinking too much. Friendly gentleman to your left made enquiries for that job you wanted to take.

"Right..."

The tiefling winces, as if under the effects of a sudden and splitting headache, and slowly pushes the tankard away. She reaches for a pouch at her waist and fishes out a single silver piece, which she tosses to the barman across half a room with casual ease. "Keep the change," she says, her voice strained a bit; she tightens the cloak around her shoulder, shakes her head heavily, and turns to Hrodgar.

"Told you I just needed... Few minutes. Urgh. I don't feel hungry anymore. Sorry I made a fool of myself."

ylvathrall

2015-05-20, 12:45 PM

"Told you I just needed... Few minutes. Urgh. I don't feel hungry anymore. Sorry I made a fool of myself."

"Not to worry," Wilhelm says cheerfully. "A good fool is the best of all possible traveling companions, as I should know. I assure you I'm still quite thrilled at the prospect of helping you with whatever it is you two decided to do. Although I should hope I might finish my dinner first. Speaking of which, the roast pork sounds excellent, thank you kindly." This last is directed at the server, along with another gold piece.

Othniel

2015-05-20, 02:31 PM

Hrodgar

"He cannot laugh who cannot laugh at himself," Hrodgar states with a grin, "Or herself, as the case may be." The Shaman nods to Wilhelm and then looks at Lilianna, "He is right. Do not let it trouble you; there was no harm done." He continues, looking at Wilhelm, "I would welcome your company, though I did not catch your name." Hrodgar rises from his seat at the bar, only to bow to the man, "I am Hrodgar," he pauses and looks toward Robern, mirth dancing in his eyes, "An adventuresome type."

"The establishment's most gracious proprietor has given us the names of three folk who might be willing to hire such as us: One Larrian ir'Morgrave, hiring protection for an expedition of scholars; One Daphane d'Kundarak offering a bounty on information for a missing friend; and one Alaram Rewold, looking for 'skilled and tight-lipped problem-solvers' I believe he said." Hrodgar pauses to let the information sink in. "I confess my interest lies mainly with the first two."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-20, 02:47 PM

Shadow

Shadow nods absently at the conversation. No one seemed as interested in the third option. He shrugged inwardly. "The secrets thing sounds interesting. Maybe I'll see what that is all about - in the morning." he says to no one in particular just in case it piqued someone else's interest.

He waits a few minutes to see if anyone else has anything to add as he gathers his things and prepares to leave for next door.

Mechanix

2015-05-20, 03:05 PM

"Right, right..." The tiefling's head seems to be progressively clearing as Hrodgar speaks. She nods at his words. "Yeah, I remember. It's just a bit foggy is all." She pauses briefly to greet Whilelm with a slight bow. "Name's Lilianna. Protecting scholars seems straightforward - hopefully nothing happens, at worst we get a good fight, in any case I can get in touch with the kind of people I'd eventually want to make friends with. The search for a missing person has a greater risk of turning up nothing and wasting our time; I wouldn't do it until I've secured enough money for a comfortable living for a few weeks. The last one... Sounds a bit too illegal for someone fresh off the boat looking to make no trouble like myself." Her tail twitches nervously. She throws a disappointed glance at her still-empty tankard, but does not order more.

"So I'd rank them first, second and last in order of how interested I am in these jobs. What do you think?"

ylvathrall

2015-05-20, 05:10 PM

"So I'd rank them first, second and last in order of how interested I am in these jobs. What do you think?"

Wilhelm smiles broadly. "I quite agree with you, Lilianna. I wouldn't say I'm a scholar myself, but I do have a certain interest in their work, and I'm quite curious to see what this one's found that he needs protection from. But I have not introduced myself, have I? Please, forgive my poor manners." He stands and bows, first to Hrodgar and then to Lilianna. "My name is Wilhelm, at least for today. Names are such fickle things, you know, and I find I seldom want to keep the same one for very long. You might say that I specialize in foolishness, and particularly in making fools of those who annoy me. Not to worry, though, for you are both far too charming to be at risk of such a fate."

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-20, 08:38 PM

Huffed by Jolt's silence, Macawi turns to the barkeep. "Have you heard of any more esoteric magical schools around here? I am seeking an unusual bit of knowledge and hope that Sharn may yet house it."

Othniel

2015-05-20, 09:59 PM

Hrodgar

"Very well then. My natural inclinations are scholarly as well, and there are plenty of other folk who arrived on the same ship that might be interested in the missing person case, so it need not go neglected." He raises his voice a bit at the mention of the case to hint to others still around that the trio would not be pursuing that potential lead, and that it was free for the taking. Lowering it once more, he continues with Lilianna and Wilhelm, "Tomorrow morning, we should seek out this Larrian ir'Morgrave in Lareth Hall."

OrganicEvil

2015-05-20, 11:16 PM

"Satisfied now?"

"No, never," Latch replied absently as he watched the half-elf's argument with the guard, one hand resting on his gun. "So, let me get this straight. You're alone, hunted by you don't know who, desperately trying to keep your family safe and yourself alive, and you have no idea who to trust or where the next strike will come from. That about sum it up?" He turned to face the fugitive, his eyes deadly calm. "Well... Geof," he said. "I won't promise I won't hurt you, because that's a fool sort of promise. But I am a paladin, so if I ever do, I'll do it right to your face, with nobody else involved, and you'll know that you had it coming. So, with that out of the way, how can I help?"

Deducted the price of Latch's drink from his sheet.

The Hellbug

2015-05-21, 12:45 AM

Gil winces ever so slightly at Latch's mention of his family. I don't believe I ever mentioned family. Perhaps I was said too much. But if he's willing to help, who am I to turn it down? "Well, Latch--that was your name, correct? I can promise you that I wish no harm upon you or any of the people of this city. As far as plans go, trying to get the leg up on my potential pursuers had come to mind, but I don't think I have enough to go off of. In order to really investigate them, I'd need to be home in Aundair, and I'm not willing to go back there as is; I just don't know enough about the situation yet. My plan was to find work here in Sharn and keep an eye over my shoulder. If they want me dead, they'll come for me, and maybe I can get something to go off of then. If that doesn't happen, I just blend in and disappear. Problem solved. Until then, though, back to my old life as an adventurer."

Gil notices Latch's hand on creep onto his gun and motions with his head towards the disturbance. "You're thinking about intervening, aren't you? Don't let me stop you. In fact, if things get ugly, you can count on me." He pulls back his coat to reveal a pair of daggers sheathed at his waist, adding, "Wouldn't want my new friend to get hurt, would I?"

OrganicEvil

2015-05-21, 01:26 AM

Latch shook his head. "I'm not the law around here. As long as they're only fighting with words, it's not my business." He said this in a tone indicating that if they started fighting with anything other than words, he'd consider it very much his business indeed. "Anyway, like I said on the boat, I'm an inquisitive. Your sort of problem is what I do, and if you're amicable, I'd like to ask you a few questions somewhere a bit more private to see if I can start finding some leads." He started walking back towards the inn across the street, keeping an eye on the argument in case things turned violent. "Where in Aundair are you from, by the way? I'm from Passage myself. Haven't been home in years, though."

annulus

2015-05-21, 03:21 AM

Grayflood District

The situation by the piers appears to have diffused. The half-elf leaves and heads towards the piers. The guard speaks to the aasimar. The skycoach is no longer in view.
Tural's hunch that the half-elf is bluffing is the result of a won Sense Motive vs. Bluff check. Hence, Tural can be certain that the half-elf is indeed bluffing and failing to convince Tural.

I'm taking the time to note this to prevent any possible misunderstanding, such as that Tural might be randomly suspicious of innocent claims made without Bluff checks. I will never do anything of the sort.
Tural speaks to the half-elf.

"You know it's a really bad idea to lie around an Aasimar. I can see them plain as day. In the Principalities I was an elite investigator and you know what they say. A lawman won't be on vacation for five minutes until the first body drops."

And then to the guard.

"Don't mean to step on your toes captain, just looking to offer a little assistance."

Tural drawing his sword visibly agitates the guard, though the guard does not vocally object. He continues to read the papers, occasionally glancing up as if to ensure the half-elf does not run.

"Hmm?" The half-elf stares at Tural, as if not knowing what to make of him. "Drawing your weapon? Are you looking for a fight?"

The guard finishes reading the half-elf's papers. "You have proper documentation," he says stiffly. "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Lieutenant. Be about your business, but know that the Brelish navy has no authority in Sharn. This is highly unusual, and I will be reporting this to my superiors."

"Fine by me," snaps the half-elf, grabbing back her papers. She turns and proceeds to walk towards the piers.

The guard looks at Tural, saying, "Think she was lying?"

The skycoach is no longer in view.

________________________________

Robern's Hall

"Nobleman, then; my apologies to him for misunderstanding his name. Speaking of House Enclaves, could you point me towards the Phiarlan Enclave? I was told it was in Dragon Towers as well, but I'm afraid I don't know where that is."

"Much obliged," says Robern. He gives directions to the Dragon Towers. "If you forget the directions, just remember that Dragon Towers is the southernmost district of the Middle Central Plateau."

"Speaking of which, the roast pork sounds excellent, thank you kindly."

"Of course," says the server. He leaves and promptly returns with the dish.

Roast pork: 4 cp

"Have you heard of any more esoteric magical schools around here? I am seeking an unusual bit of knowledge and hope that Sharn may yet house it."

Robern looks up, apparently finding the question sufficiently interesting to pique his curiosity in the asking party. He says, "Try Morgrave. Temple staff would be a good start. Or, you can try one of the circles. The Guild can be found in Deathsgate, and the Order in Clifftop. I'd go with Morgrave first."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-21, 05:28 AM

Shadow

"Excuse me, where about in Korranath does Rewold work? for the bank or the temple?" Shadow asks the bartender. He finishes off his ale and carefully places it down on the bar. "That ale was amazing by the way."

The Hellbug

2015-05-21, 01:14 PM

"Where in Aundair are you from, by the way? I'm from Passage myself. Haven't been home in years, though."

"Also from Passage, but I haven't called it home for years and years. Fairhaven's where I'm really from. Couldn't imagine a better city to live in," Gil replies, the corner of his mouth turning up, hinting at a smile, "but, like I said, I doubt I'll be back there anytime soon." He begins to turn around, back towards the others in the tavern, "I think we may be able to work something out, but not tonight. Jumping into this kind of thing too fast is the best way to get into trouble, as I'm sure you know. And Latch," he added, "thanks for the offer." With that, he tips his hat and walks back into the tavern to check what has transpired in the meantime.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-21, 10:28 PM

With the other recent arrivals turning to speak of the three jobs that had been revealed to them, and the direction to Dragon Towers described to her, the dragonmarked elf stands and makes her way to the exit. "It was a pleasure listening to you all; I hope to see you around the city at some point."

At the moment she couldn't afford to get dragged into their plans if they somehow realized her expertise; it was better she just depart and go to the House enclave to announce her presence.

The Hellbug

2015-05-22, 01:31 PM

Gil

As Gil enters the tavern once again, he sees the dragonmarked elf pay her food and stand to leave. As she approaches the door, he interposes himself between her and it, making sure to make it awkward for her to get around him if he stays where he is. He crosses his arms as he addresses her, "Miss, I don't know where you're from, but I think it's pretty commonly considered impolite to take a meal with people and not even introduce yourself." He waits for her answer, moving to the side once she has satisfied his curiosity.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-22, 04:20 PM

Aeny smiles as "Geoffrey" intercepts her as she tries to leave, smiling as she thinks back to the man's introduction and the transparent lies that he shared then. "Where I come from, holding some cards close to your chest is mere pragmatism, and I'm afraid I didn't share a meal with any of you except, perhaps, one. That said, you're right."

Lowering her voice so as to not let anyone who missed the ruse earlier in on it, she leans in and whispers straight into his ear,
"I'll trade you, Mr. Magellis. My introduction for a real one from you."

I'll give Gil a fighting chance:

Sense Motive: [roll0] vs. DC 14

The Hellbug

2015-05-23, 02:02 AM

Gil

Gil bites his lip for just a split second after Aeny speaks but swiftly replaces it with a smile. He swiftly steps out of the day and motions towards towards the door, answering with a a sharp laugh, "Fair enough. Perhaps we'll have the pleasure of meeting again." With that said, Gil rejoins the the remaining group in the tavern.

ylvathrall

2015-05-23, 04:05 AM

Wilhelm
"Many thanks, my good sir, many thanks," Wilhelm says when the server returns. "Tell me, is there a place nearby where I might rent a room for the evening? I find myself quite fatigued from my journey, and disinclined to travel far from your door." He thinks this topic might already have come up, but he really wasn't paying all that much attention to the conversation.

Wilhelm listens to the server's reply, then turns his attention to the meal. He glowers at the meat suspiciously for a few seconds, prodding it with a bit of bread, then mutters another divination spell before tearing into it.

Detect Poison on the food. I'm assuming it comes back negative; if not, obviously, he isn't likely to eat it.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-23, 11:25 AM

Something about Gil's reaction amused the woman, causing her to grin mirthfully at the man as he walked back towards the party. Starting to make her way out, she stops as she makes it to the door and turns back to the group to reply, finally, with "My name is Aeny d'Phiarlan. Perhaps you'll see my spells on the Grand Stage or the Opera House, aiding those far better at acting than I."

The Hellbug

2015-05-24, 12:45 AM

Wilhelm
"Many thanks, my good sir, many thanks," Wilhelm says when the server returns. "Tell me, is there a place nearby where I might rent a room for the evening? I find myself quite fatigued from my journey, and disinclined to travel far from your door."

"Indeed," Gil adds as he rejoins the others, "I'd like to find lodging before it gets too late, and looking for work tomorrow is a task I don't look forward to tired. A real bed will be a nice change of pace."

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-24, 05:27 AM

Robern looks up, apparently finding the question sufficiently interesting to pique his curiosity in the asking party. He says, "Try Morgrave. Temple staff would be a good start. Or, you can try one of the circles. The Guild can be found in Deathsgate, and the Order in Clifftop. I'd go with Morgrave first."

Macawi smiles at this information. "Thank you. Where might I find this Morgrave exactly? And perhaps something stronger than water to celebrate this opportunity; give me the blackest rum you have."

annulus

2015-05-24, 09:09 PM

I await clarification on what all your characters are doing now.

________________________________

Robern's Hall

"Excuse me, where about in Korranath does Rewold work? for the bank or the temple? That ale was amazing by the way."

Robern says, "Rewold's a manager at a lesser known bank. Hearth and Fire Holdings, if my memory isn't playing with me. They own land in the Brelish countryside. As for the ale—it's not our brew, it's an import from Krona Peak, all the way in the Mror Holds. But I'll take your compliment towards our good taste in all things drink."

Detect poison detects nothing.

"Many thanks, my good sir, many thanks. Tell me, is there a place nearby where I might rent a room for the evening? I find myself quite fatigued from my journey, and disinclined to travel far from your door."

"Indeed, I'd like to find lodging before it gets too late, and looking for work tomorrow is a task I don't look forward to tired. A real bed will be a nice change of pace."

The server politely bows. "There's the Flying Mast next door, but I'd personally make the trip to Upper Dura for better arrangements. The clientele of the Flying Mast can be... untrustworthy. Stay safe, esteemed guest."

"Thank you. Where might I find this Morgrave exactly? And perhaps something stronger than water to celebrate this opportunity; give me the blackest rum you have."

Robern pours Macawi a glass of dark liquor and says, "University District. Wedged in the center of Menthis Plateau. Upper Menthis, mind you. You'll find something very different down below."

ylvathrall

2015-05-24, 09:59 PM

Wilhelm

Wilhelm devours his meal, then grabs a handful of gold and leaves it on the table. He hasn't actually bothered to read the bill, but if that much money doesn't cover it it wasn't worth the price. He feels like Geof's face might not be the best for what he wants to do next, so he thinks for a few moments and then adjusts his appearance to that of a bouncer he'd been briefly and unhappily acquainted with in one town or another. They tended to run together when he tried to remember them. It was a good face, though, broad and thuggish with a broken nose and a scar on one cheek.

"Flying Mast sounds right," he says, trying to get the voice right for his new persona. It should be slow, simple, just a bit dim. Normally he prefers more flamboyant personae, but this one demands a different approach. "Sounds like fun. You can come if you want. Meet you here tomorrow if not." He stands and walks to the door without waiting for a reply.

Removing 1d8 gold from character sheet.

Othniel

2015-05-25, 01:22 AM

Hrodgar wants to make sure Lilianna can get somewhere without stumbling into a gutter along the way, but intends to find a nicer establishment to spend the night.

"Something a bit nicer for me, I think. I would prefer to sleep with only one eye open tonight."

The Hellbug

2015-05-25, 02:34 AM

Gil

"Something a bit nicer for me, I think. I would prefer to sleep with only one eye open tonight."

"I am with our friend Hrodgar on this one here," Geof says. He is relieved to see Wilhelm change his shape, thinking: that face might've gotten him more trouble than he bargained for. "While anything would be better than my accommodations at sea, I do believe I can do better than a place that is not known for the safety of its guests." With that, Gil picks up his bag and walks toward the door, intent on finding the Upper Dura.

Mechanix

2015-05-25, 02:54 AM

At the mention of "Flying Mask" and "untrustworthy clientele," something alights in Lilianna's eyes. It's just like in the novels! She would go to a seedy bar and find a crappy room while thieves and pirates give her the stinkeye, and there would be plotting and adventuring, someone would try to steal her purse and she'd kick their butt and they would all look up to her as a grizzled tough of the docks...

You're still drunk.

...right, this is a terrible idea. She sighs and hops to her feet, legs a bit shaky but otherwise appearing much better than ten minutes ago - her eyes a bit hagard, perhaps.

"I think I can... agree with my two companions here. Safety sounds nice. I'd like a comfortable bed and a restful sleep. Gentlemen..." She bows theatrically, "lead the way."

ylvathrall

2015-05-25, 03:22 AM

Wilhelm
Once it becomes clear that no one else thinks his proposal was a good idea, Wilhelm stops with his hand on the door and sighs. "All right, so going somewhere nicer is a good idea," he grumbles, loudly enough to be heard by the people back at the table. "In the interests of time, however, would you object to going now? It sounds as though these more reputable establishments are a fair distance away, and I would quite like to get an early start on things in the morning." He supposes he could leave without them, but it doesn't seem like the best idea. In his experience, wandering alone across an unfamiliar city in the dark is an excellent way to have a very unpleasant evening.

Othniel

2015-05-25, 03:31 AM

Hrodgar

"Excellent idea. An early night and an early start for all is agreeable to me," the Shaman replies. He rises and heads for the door, but pauses near the server, "Uh...which way to Upper Dura?"

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-25, 11:36 AM

Aeny steps out into the night, digging around in her pouch for something that will push back the darkness. What she draws is a small phial filled with an ethereal glow. Night was nothing for her to fear; whatever lurks in the alleys in this city cannot be any worse than the cultists and brigands in Stormreach. With the distance between Grayflood and Dragon Towers, the barkeep had instructed her to find one of the Skycoach stations that would be nearby to the docks that took passenger-bearing ships. Knowing that she wouldn't have to go far to find what she's looking for, she starts walking along the docks.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-25, 02:13 PM

"Thanks!" Shadow says to the barkeeper. He flashes a brief broken toothed smile. Bidding farewall to rest of the 'rabble' he makes his way next door to the Flying Mast Inn.

In the interest of time, Shadow is looking for the cheapest private room possible. He won't sleep, merely organise his equipment and refresh his disguise - taking 10 this time. He'll also change the appearance of his clothing to be more upper middle class, with a dashing maroon cape. In the morning he will set off for the 'Hearth and Fire Holdings'.

The Hellbug

2015-05-25, 10:51 PM

Gil

[COLOR="#008080"]"Uh...which way to Upper Dura?"

The question causes Gil to stop at the doorway. He swiftly turns back towards Hrodgar and says, "Well, if we're going to the same place then I'd prefer to have company." He then waits for everyone who will be heading towards Upper Dura and leaves with them.

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-26, 10:45 AM

"University district, Upper Menthis got it. Macawi pounds back his rum with a smile on his face. "Thanks for the advice." With that Macawi is out the door and looking for a place to stay near the University District.

annulus

2015-05-26, 05:01 PM

Robern's Hall

"Uh...which way to Upper Dura?"

The server gives directions and says, "Have a good evening. We hope to have you here again."

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Grayflood District

Across the cobbled road from Robern's Hall, a dozen guards are gathered under the lanterns by the piers. They are conversing in an urgent manner. Some look sharply at the patrons leaving Robern's Hall but do not harass them.

Gil recognizes two of the guards from the earlier patrol.
Wilhelm, Macawi, Lilianna, Gil, and Hrodgar find themselves taking the same path. Shadow and Aeny split off here.

The group leaves the port area, their path bringing them through Grayflood's seedier parts. The buildings there are crude and dilapidated, and the nighttime streets scarcely populated and littered with trash. With no lanterns lighting the way, the moon illuminates the trail in its silvery glow, casting menacing shadows across the alleyways. Once in a while, the group spots a dark and bundled figure, either looking downwards and avoiding eye contact, or staring with beady eyes through a hood. All such encounters are uneventful.

The path enters a steep climb up the cliff's face, the wind speed picking up with the ascent. It is tiring, but before long the group finds themselves standing atop the plateau. Below, the expansive waterfront district and its multitudes of ships can be seen, as well as the glittering waters of the Hilt. But in front, Sharn has come into full view, a truly vast city of immense towers and suspended platforms. The size is breathtaking. Sharn at night is lit with countless lights, seemingly alive and awake even when most of its denizens are asleep. Many skycoaches streak through the sky.

The group exits Grayflood district. Macawi splits off here.

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Underlook District

Not Upper Dura proper, but already the group has reached what looks to be an inn district. The roads are paved but dirty, and the buildings dingy but sturdy. The streets are lit, and well-enough populated that it is not so suspicious to walk about at night. Inns, restaurants, and tenements line the streets, most catering to the low class, though a few look decent and middle-class. Various services are present, not in large numbers, but conveniently-placed. Guards patrol the streets in groups of four.

A well-built and imposing structure stands near central Underlook. It looks to be an upper-class establishment. Out front, in bold lettering, the building is marked 'Ghallanda Hall'. Two guards stand at the entrance.

Gil spots Information Acquisition, the Finders' Guild-affiliated inquisitive agency run by Kalaash'arrna.
Do you continue to Upper Dura?

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Grayflood District

Aeny finds a skycoach balcony, suspended above a pier a few blocks down from Robern's Hall. She takes the walkway up, flags a small skycoach, and steps aboard. The pilot states that the trip will cost 4 sp.

Assuming Aeny pays for it.
The skycoach rises into the night, and all of Sharn comes into view, an expansive city of massive towers and hanging platforms, shining with countless lights and bustling with activity. Many skycoaches streak through the sky. Below, in view are the entirety of waterfront district and its multitude of ships, which gently bob on the glittering waters of the Hilt.

Aeny's skycoach flies to Dragon Towers.

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Dragon Towers

The Dragon Towers is a wealthy district. The towers are of masterful masonry, the architecture grandiose but stalwart, the buildings sprawling and stretching to enormous heights. The ground is well-paved with clean-cut stone. Cast-iron lamps gleaming with unnaturally bright fires line the streets. Upper-class and middle-class businesses compose the majority of the buildings. Numerous guildhalls are present. Very many guards patrol in groups of eight.

Each of the thirteen dragonmarked houses have representative enclaves in the district: Massive and elaborate, these enclaves are each protected with at least two dozen guards in plain sight, and perhaps many more elsewhere.

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The Flying Mast

The change in scenery is jarring. Unlike Robern's Hall, the Flying Mast is ramshackle and grimy, and its patrons covered in sweat and dirt. The main hall is a tavern of sorts, furniture neglected and some half-broken, with a single maid scurrying about, carrying glasses of ale. Swarthy sailors pack the bar and tables, and the din of conversations, yells, and laughs precluded the possibility of speaking without shouting. A man behind the bar is filling glasses with foaming ale.

A set of stairs near the back suggest there is a second floor for rooming and boarding.

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University District

A quiet and upper-class region, University District's buildings are traditionally-styled brick-and-stone structures, some large, some small, surrounded by well-trimmed trees and neat flowerbeds. Cast-iron lampposts with unnaturally bright fires light the streets, which are all but deserted at this time of night. Academic buildings and student dormitories are the most common sight, but some businesses are present, from inns to booksellers, cartographers to scribes. Most buildings are dark, though a few are still illuminated from within, lights visible through their windows.

A business called The Tome and Feather appears to be open; it looks a mix between a bookstore and an inn, and seems reasonably affordable. Alternatively, there is Bexley House, an almost-certainly expensive inn just a little down the road.

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-26, 07:34 PM

Macawi decides that the Tome and Feather looks like a good place to stay for the night. He purchases a solitary room and turns in for the night.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-26, 08:38 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

Aeny pays the Skycoach and looks out in no small amount of wonder at the evening grandeur of the city as it makes its way to Dragon Towers. Assuming no interruptions along the way, she pays the coach pilot an additional silver in gratuity and steps out into the district. Working her way through the district, the elf follows the barkeep's instructions to find the Phiarlan Enclave and keeps an eye out for any inn along the way that would be designed to cater to traveling members of one of the houses - though she doesn't enter any she does find quite yet.

Removed 5sp from coinpurse.

bcool999

2015-05-26, 10:37 PM

Jolt

Jolt considers Macawi's offer of alliance carefully. Not responding or speaking, but merely observing the half-giant with an appraising gaze as he considers the pros and cons of such an alliance. I am not sure whether to trust this man... on the one hand, he claims to be from Xendrik, which holds secrets concerning Warforged... on the other hand, he seemed cruel and untrustworthy on the dock, and my quest may not even take me to that distant land.

As Macawi moves on and seeks answers from Morgrave University, Jolt follows along, activating his Watch Lamp to provide a globe of torch-bright light hovering at his shoulder to ensure proper illumination. Eventually he says to Macawi, "I have considered your offer of alliance. While the potential for betrayal seems high I believe possible benefits may outweigh the risks. However, such cooperation is contingent on what answers I gain from the Cannith enclave tomorrow."

Should Macawi still be open to an alliance, Jolt follows him to his lodging for the night and says, "I will go to the Cannith enclave when they first open. Depending on their answers to my questions I will return here and consider other avenues on inquiry while I assist you with your tasks."

The Hellbug

2015-05-27, 12:14 AM

Gil

"This looks about good enough for me for the night. What say we find a place to stay around here? No need to go any further with the establishments I see here," Gil says to his companions. Especially with the tiefling in the shape she's in.

Gil's gonna take a look around at the nearby inns, preferably for one of the middle-class-looking places. He'll take 10 on his perception for 21.

giles92

2015-05-27, 12:51 AM

Tural sheathes his sword before turning to the guard and lowers his voice. "Not a hundred percent certain, but I've had training as something of a thief taker. The magical kind, one that augments my own powers of deduction rather than forcing the truth. Her heartbeat visibly quickened, I could tell by the pulse in her neck. A slight tremor to the voice a little more bravado than is necessary. Of course, all that's in addition to the obvious. Any actual government project would have made sure there are no on duty officers that could cause trouble. Maybe in Aundair or Thrane, but not Breland. The Citadel is too competent to let something like that fall through the cracks."

He makes sure the woman's face has been burned into his memory before continuing. "Still, could have been worse. Smugglers in the Principalities would have just started bashing and slicing. Soon as your partner comes back, I'd like to get out of here if you don't mind escorting me to the embassy."

Othniel

2015-05-27, 12:57 AM

Hrodgar

"This will be just fine, Master Gil," Hrodgar agrees. "You go ahead and pick, and we'll follow along. I'll just be glad for a clean bed without the motion of the waves."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-27, 04:54 AM

Shadow

Shadow walks up to the bar and takes it all in, the rowdy crowd and chaos - broken furniture and all. Part of him found it thrilling. Another part was worried he might lose a kidney - if he had one. He hoped this place was cheaper then the last. He looked again at the broken furniture and was sure it would be.

"Excuse me sir, how much is it for a room for the night? I'd like a private room if you have." Shadow asks the bartender, raising his voice to be heard.

Taking 10 on perception looking for any obvious signs of trouble: 19

annulus

2015-05-27, 07:54 PM

The Tome and Feather

A warm flame dances in the fireplace of The Tome and Feather's main room, casting shadows about the neatly-assorted academic books on the shelves. Sections are marked off for each discipline of knowledge. A bespectacled man sits behind an oaken counter. A set of stairs at the side leads up to the lodgings.

Apart from the man, the room is empty. He reveals himself to be the proprietor. He charges 2 gp for the cheapest single room. The room is small but clean and neat. The sheets are soft and fresh, and scentless candles on a wooden desk provide light.

Assumed Macawi pays for the room. Also, awaiting Macawi's response to Jolt.

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Dragon Towers

The lamp-lit roads of Dragon Towers are regularly patrolled with guards; no sooner had Aeny lost sight of the prior patrol did she see the next one. The path snakes between the monolithic towers as Aeny searches for specialized inns. She, however, finds the House Phiarlan enclave first, its coat of arms hanging above a set of grand doors. Two guards flank each side of the doors, with a dozen more visible on the front balconies.

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Underlook District

Ghallanda Hall seems like the kind of establishment Gil is looking for. The guards nod politely as he and his group passes through its doors.

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Ghallanda Hall

Citizens amble about Ghallanda Hall's grand entrance, the establishment still busy at this time of night. Intricately carved stone arches play dual roles of buttress and decoration, and rich tapestries conveying a principal motif of hospitality cover the walls. A fancy reception desk forms a closed circle around a pillar in the room's center, six halflings in elegant attire greeting customers. Upper-class though the place seems, a plaque on the pillar behind reception reads prices for all classes of lodging, from the poorest to the wealthiest.

Four hallways break off from the entrance, leading to an entertainment hall, and lodgings for lower, middle, and upper classes. Four guards stand at alert by the reception.

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The Flying Mast

The patrons do not harass Shadow. He addresses the barman.

"Excuse me sir, how much is it for a room for the night? I'd like a private room if you have."

"One gold," says the barman with a toothy grin. He holds out his grubby hands and yells at the maid. "Oy! Get over here!"

The maid finishes delivering a round of drinks and comes to the bar. She gives Shadow a glare, as if blaming him for the extra work. "When you're ready, love, I'll show you to your room."

Up the stairs and down the hall. The maid shows Shadow his room and leaves. The place is small and dirty. There is a bed tucked into a corner with stained sheets. A desk of rotted wood faces the window out. A vaguely fishy smell wafts in from the windows.

Assumed Shadow pays.

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Grayflood District

The other guard had returned with ten others, and they discussed the encounter with the half-elf and her cohorts. Nonetheless:

"The documentation is proper," says the guard who checked. "Just so you know, Captain. But we think she's lying. Maybe the papers are forged?"

"Who's 'we'?" says the guard captain.

"Ah, this man and I. This fellow is (or claims to be) an ambassador of the Heavenly Fleet."

The captain stares at Tural, and then says to the others. "Report to the Citadel." He points at two. "You two, come with me." He turns back to Tural. "Let's go. Ambassador Towers."

The captain leads Tural up to a cliff face balcony, and the group boards a larger-sized skycoach. The ground and waters and ships of the Hilt rapidly drop away as the skycoach climbs, the wind buffeting the group. Sharn fully comes into view from a height, a vast city of immense towers and suspended walkways, lights glittering like stars in the city's endlessly detailed nighttime mosaic.

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Ambassador Towers

Towers of palatial architecture embellished with symbolic reliefs and heroic statues make up most of the embassy district. Unnaturally bright cast-iron lamps lit the marbled-paths patrolled by soldiers in groups of eight. The embassies carry a stern and bureaucratic countenance, their flags unfurled out front, fluttering with the wind. At least two dozen guards patrolled the gates of each embassy.

It seems every nation in Khorvaire and several beyond are represented embassies here. A grand building, the Brelish Museum of Fine Art, stands at the far end of a fountain courtyard. Down the path is the Citadel, an imposing and impersonal structure, very much the might of Breland.

The Heavenly Fleet's embassy is relatively small, but by no means small. It is a sizable and robust building with a smooth stone facade projecting authority. Half a dozen aasimar guards stand out front by the gates.

As the captain and Tural approach, the guards stare. The captain says, "I have here a man who claims to be the Heavenly Fleet's ambassador."

The embassy guards step forward and bow respectfully. One says, "Counsellor Lorrister. It is an honor to have you here." The guard turns to the captain. "You have your answer."

The captain raises an eyebrow. "Well, I'll be. I apologize for any disrespect shown to you earlier, Ambassador."

ylvathrall

2015-05-27, 08:57 PM

Wilhelm

Wilhelm pays for one of the cheaper rooms Ghallanda Hall has available. "Wake me in the morning, please," he says to Hrodgar before going to his new accommodations. He'd have asked Lilianna as well, but the tiefling hardly seems to be in a condition to be waking anyone before noon, including herself.

In his room, he locks the door and glowers aimlessly around the room for a few moments. Can't trust the locks in a place like this. All the staff probably have keys, he thinks to himself. Unfortunate, but there isn't much to be done about it, and he doesn't happen to have a bear trap handy. Such is life, he supposes.

He returns to his natural form before sleeping, of course; anything else would just feel wrong. The inn staff might be confused to find fox hairs in the bed, but as far as he's concerned, that's all the better. Half the fun of staying in places like this is imagining the stories they might come up with explain such things.

Assuming that Ghallanda Hall has rooms available at a price which is no more than moderately extortionate (up to around forty gold per night). If not, ignore this.

Mechanix

2015-05-27, 09:08 PM

"Yes! Beds. Finally." The tiefling is still acting weird, but this time it's clearly not drunkenness - the hagard look in her eyes, the slight hunch of her back, and the rasp in her voice show the sign of weariness and a terrible headache. Clearly, she committed the mistake of drinking all in one go and not keeping herself drunk, thus doing herself the disfavor of being hangover before the evening even ended. She seems in the throes of a slow agony.

"Thanks for everything, guys... And taking me here. I'll just go... crash down now." A rivulet of silver pieces tingle on the wooden panel in front of the innkeeper. "I'll take your median rooms." It shames her to do that - she should be in the classiest rooms, but most of the money she had on hand went into her equipment (and indeed, with the shining diamond set in her silver tiara and the bejeweled scabbard of her black blade whose hilt is set with a shimmering opal, she does look the part of an aristocrat) and in the crossing of the sea. Now, more than ever, she needs to secure the lifestyle she deserves - and that means sleeping now and waking up in the morning to fulfill some task for some local noble and filling her pockets with gold. Yes. That sounds good.

She counts off the silver to pay the room, and limps off towards the sweet promise of sleep.

Othniel

2015-05-27, 10:49 PM

Hrodgar

As the others go to their rooms, Hrodgar bids them goodnight, promising to meet them in the morning. Afterward, he addresses one of the halflings at the desk, "The same type of room for me, please," Hrodgar tells the halfling before paying. "I'd rather save the money and go with a cheaper room, but the lock might be better on a better room," he thinks. As he is brought to the room, the shaman thanks the attendant and settles in, hoping for an uninterrupted night's sleep.

How much do these rooms cost, anyway? :smallsmile:

The Hellbug

2015-05-27, 11:06 PM

Gil

"I'll take whatever rooms you can spare," Gil says while approaching the desk and noting the general business of the great hall. "And I'd also like to inquire about what other kinds of services you provide here," he adds. After hearing what the halfling attendants have to say, Gil turns to his companions and bows, saying, "I hope I'll see you all in the morning; it can can always be difficult traveling to new places, or old places in my case." He pulls off his hat and runs a hand through his hair with the last bit, embarrassed that he had almost misled them earlier. "Anyway, it's not every so often I meet folks as interesting as you so I'd be honored if you'd give me a proper meal to finish making your acquaintance, that we might part as friends." With that, he leaves his payment on the desk and retires to his room for the night.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-28, 05:33 AM

Shadow

Shadow thanked the maid and surveys the room. "Utterly charming." he says to himself, noticing the shabby conditions. He closes the door and locks it. He reached under his cloak and pulled out the holy symbol that was hanging around his neck, its glow illuminating the room. He attempts to close the window and the drapes. He retreats to an empty corner in the room.

He flops down gently on the floor, not trusting any of the suspect furniture to support his notable weight. Laying his bag out before him, he confirms his gear is well organised and accounted for. He pulls out a small tool kit and begins a thorough cleaning to get the dried salt out of his metal and wood joints. His mind wandered to the people he met earlier today. Far too many paladins for his liking and was glad to be out of their company. They always seemed to look at him twice - as if they could see something sinister. "Feh!" he thought to himself as he organised his vials of poison "I'm practically harmless".

Shadow spends his time coming up with a list of things he would need in the city. First, he would need to learn the lay of the land, who was running things, multiple safehouses, a network of spies. He spent a few minutes compiling a total of how much everything would cost, it was a frightening amount. Luckily, the city seemed awash with disposable fleshlings that might prove useful. He could be patient for now. Hopefully tomorrow he would find work, temporary or otherwise.

Not needing sleep, Shadow spends the night quietly planning and scheming.

Being paranoid and staying in a dive, shadow stays on his guard in case of trouble.

perception : 19 (taking 10)

Shadow waits for a sensible time in the morning and then sets off to find Korranath. Assuming he makes it to morning with out anything eventful happening, he'll refresh his disguise, taking 10 and this time fancy up his clothes just a bit so he doesn't seem too out of place in the banking district.

Disguise : 27 (taking 10)

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-28, 10:14 AM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

The elven woman checks her blouse to make sure her Dragonmark is visible, then searches her bags quickly for her identification papers with the house sigil on them. Once she finds them, she attempts to enter the enclave. If she's stopped, the first thing she does is show them the papers before commenting, otherwise she she stops herself and asks her question: "I have had a terribly long trip by sea and only wish to take reverie. Is there a place to rest within, or should I find nearby accommodations?"

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-28, 05:47 PM

As Macawi moves on and seeks answers from Morgrave University, Jolt follows along, activating his Watch Lamp to provide a globe of torch-bright light hovering at his shoulder to ensure proper illumination. Eventually he says to Macawi, "I have considered your offer of alliance. While the potential for betrayal seems high I believe possible benefits may outweigh the risks. However, such cooperation is contingent on what answers I gain from the Cannith enclave tomorrow."

"Most excellent. I will be heading to Morgrave tomorrow to attempt to ascertain more information about a bit of magic that I am seeking. Shall we meet at the Tome and Feather about mid day to discuss this further?"
Macawi pays the innkeeper for his cheapest room and turns in.

annulus

2015-05-29, 03:55 PM

Need to know what Jolt, Latch, and Tural are up to.

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Ghallanda Hall

A bed in the commons costs 5 sp, the cheapest single 2 gp, and the smallest suite 4 gp. All rooms are clean and well-kept. The group moves off to their respective quarters and turn in for the night.

The morning sun shines through a grand window in the crowded entrance hall, conversations and footsteps echoing in its spacious architecture. Sleep went uninterrupted, and fully rested, the group prepares to set forth.

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The Flying Mast

Through the door and halls the tavern's hubbub could be heard muted but present in the backdrop. As the night progressed, the noise died down, and footsteps, solitary and in groups, passed through the halls. Once in a while, Shadow heard footsteps stop outside his door, whispers seeping through the cracks. Nothing came of it; the footsteps left and silence was Shadow's only company.

In the morning the tavern is filled but quiet, the only sounds the buckles and ropes of packing and the lifting of trunks, occasionally broken by quick, practical conversation. Gone is the carousing, the sailors preparing to return to sea.

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Korranath

Sharn rose into view, its expanse of enormous towers and hanging plazas, windows glinting in the morning sunlight. Quickly as he climbed, the low class port district became middle class residential, Grayflood turning into Overlook, and then from middle class to middle-upper class shops as Overlook exited into Redstone. A spanning bridge crossing a massive drop to the lower wards lead into Korranath.

Wealth and extravagance defines Korranath: Opulent towers of gold arches and silver domes, designs inlaid with elaborate ornaments and carvings, line the clean limestone streets, surrounded by colorful and exotic gardens and trickling marble fountains. Wealthy shops and banks are ubiquitous, patrolled by well-armed guards in groups of half-a-dozen, and several residential areas composed of lavish mansions and townhouses lie off the main street.

The grand temple of Kol Korran can be seen, a sprawling ostentatious and elaborate domed structure with jeweled pillars and gold-leaf adorned walls. The Kundarak Bank of Sharn is a block down, an immense and monolithic marble building exuding power and affluence. Hearth and Fire Holdings is farther away, nestled between a group of smaller banks.

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Hearth and Fire Holdings

Hearth and Fire Holdings is a small but wealthy two-story financial service, one of the many lesser firms in Korranath. Two well-armed guards stand at the door; they bow as Shadow enters.

The elegant main room has a well-dressed half-elf receptionist behind a mahogany desk. She looks up and smiles at Shadow as he approaches. "Yes?"

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Phiarlan Enclave

The guards check Aeny's paperwork and inform her that the Phiarlan enclave has cheap rooming for members. The doors swing open and Aeny enters.

The walls hang tapestries depicting bardic motifs and the furnishing is elegant and antique. Four receptionists sit at oaken desks flanked by two guards. A crestfallen human man is at the lounge, and an elf woman is currently engaged with a receptionist.

A receptionist greets Aeny. "Sister. How might we help you?" He notes the price of a single room for a d'Phiarlan: 8 sp at cheapest, 2 gp for a suite.

You are temporally behind the other players, but not for long, and it isn't a big deal. No need to rush and catch up.

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The Tome and Feather

A small but clean and cozy room avails itself to Macawi, who sleeps through the night uninterrupted. In the morning, students occupy The Tome and Feather's main room, leafing through books and drinking coffee. Macawi's entrance interrupts their activities, attracting timid stares which quickly return to their former objects of attention.

giles92

2015-05-29, 05:34 PM

"Uh, right. My brother mentioned apartments?" What was all this? My brother mentioned everything in Sharn was more impressive, but I expected a signboard or at most a cheap page. Not an entire damn battalion. None of which bodes well for my expectation of the job, which I though would just be a couple of hours shuffling papers. As the guard leads the way, I start to ask him things about the city. "Is there a good place to get cheap levitation or flight magic? My brother may have wings, but I wasn't born with them and Sharn seems a dangerous place to lack such a thing."

The Hellbug

2015-05-29, 06:44 PM

Gil

When Gil meets back up with the others, he greets them heartily, "Did we all sleep well? First day in new city always makes me a little restless, personally." He looks at Lilianna in particular with his question, knowing her condition from the night before. "Anyway, I had kind of caught on that you three had decided on some job in particular that you were going to sign up for. Not that anyone's asking, but I'm actually unemployed at the moment and was wondering if you all would have me along, at least as long as hearing what said job is," he says. "And before you ask, anything that could capture the attention of all three of you could certainly be interesting enough of an errand for ole' Geof here. Depending on what this job is, you might be glad to have someone with my skills along, an ear on the ground, perhaps, or a little bird that most wouldn't look twice at." He grins at the last bit, knowing that a 'knife in the dark' and a 'keeper of secrets' could easily be added to that list if it wouldn't perhaps scare off potential allies.

Deducted 2 gp for the room.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-29, 07:14 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

The elf pays the 8sp for now; all she wished to do was take reverie for the moment, and a gold or more for a few hours use of a room to meditate was hardly a fair deal, even for someone that carried around several hundred worth of it on her person. When the following day came and she had taken care of all her other business, she could seek out more permanent lodging in the city.

After she rested, Aeny would seek out her handler, or perhaps the baroness. She had been doing just fine in Stormreach, and wanted to know why she had been called across the ocean...

8sp removed from coin purse.

I'll note that the exact reason that she was brought back was something I had intentionally left open to the DM; if you wish to discuss it with me please feel free to PM.

Othniel

2015-05-29, 07:46 PM

Hrodgar

Dressing quickly and gathering his belongings together once more, Hrodgar meets with the others soon after. "You heard that correctly, friend Gil," the Shaman replies. "The three of us are to seek out one Ir'Morgrave, who lives in Lareth Hall. Apparently he is offering a contract to protect a scholarly expedition of some kind. I imagine we will acquire more details from him. As for myself, you are welcome to come along, but I cannot speak for Wilhelm or Lilianna."

Removed 2g for cost of room.

Mechanix

2015-05-29, 09:08 PM

When Lilianna comes out of her room, she seems... refreshed. The traces of her somewhat distressing night have faded; she grabs a loaf of bread and a jug of milk at the tavern's service, pays for them and gulps them down in a few minutes; when she is done, she stretches with a yawn and goes to meet with the other. This time, she is wearing her bristling chain shirt openly, as what she considers a symbol of status and skill as a warrior, just as the bejeweled scabbard at her waist and the tiara on her forehead. She even wears some strange decorative lace at the base of her horns.

"I had a good night. I always try to permeate myself with the mood of a place when I first visit it, but I may have gone overboard." She smiles to the others. "I would welcome you joining us, Gil. I am eager to first prove my skills and make my name heard working here, and I would be doubly glad doing it with friends." She taps the hilt of her sword. "You will see that I handle a fight much better than a pint."

Othniel

2015-05-29, 09:13 PM

Hrodgar

Grinning at Lilianna's recounting of the previous night's goings-on, Hrodgar offers a comment of his own, "Permeate? I'd say you were pretty well marinated."

Mechanix

2015-05-29, 09:21 PM

The tiefling scoffs, waving her hand dismissively. "Bah! Back in D-... where I grew up, you weren't considered 'drunk' until you were screaming death curses and swearing blood feuds to the seventh generation for reasons you didn't even remember by the time you were shouting." She pauses, gazing wistfully, and pulls the collar of her shirt, revealing a thin pink line in the skin of her shoulder. "I actually have a scar there, from when an orcish girl tried to stab me for... I don't even remember. Good times, those were. I'm glad I left."

ylvathrall

2015-05-29, 09:28 PM

Wilhelm

Wilhelm walks up to the rest of the group. He had previously been mimicking the appearance of one of the halflings who had been working the desk the previous evening, but as he approaches he returns to his natural, foxlike form, wearing a suit of gaudy clothing that would look quite at home on a traveling minstrel.

"Good morning, all," he says, grinning widely. "I'm glad to see that you're feeling more frisky than while you were, ah, marinating, Lilianna. And Geof, my friend, I assure you that I for one would be utterly thrilled to have your accompaniment on this venture. If I desire a little bird I can arrange my own, but I find myself quite certain that you have more talents than that. There is more to you than meets the eye, is there not?" He grins more broadly at this, winking at Geof in an exaggerated manner.

But come, let us be off, unless you fellows have some unfinished business here. I should hate for our prospective employer to suffer some grisly fate before we could arrive to guard his body."

Removing 2 gp for cost of room. Taking 10 on the Disguise check to mimic the employee for a result of 30

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-29, 10:01 PM

Shadow

Shadow nods his head as he enters, acknowledging the guards.

Smiling, he addresses the receptionist. "Oh Hello there. I was looking for Alaram Rewold. An acquaintance of mine suggested we might do business together. "

"Ah...I don't have an appointment" he says sheepishly.

annulus

2015-05-29, 11:16 PM

Dragon Towers

Immense towers reach to the skies as the smooth paved streets wind in their shadows. The neighborhood is affluent and the businesses show it, and a mix of the powerful and wealthy and the professional class populate the ward. Activity concentrates among the dragonmarked house enclaves and guildhalls. It did not take long to find the Cannith enclave, an imposing structure with six guards flanking the entrance doors. They swing open and the guards usher Jolt in.

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Cannith Enclave

Carved pillars evenly space the entrance hall, depicting reliefs of hammers and forges. Six receptionists sit behind booths and are flanked by four guards. The place is crowded, although in Jolt's presence paths clear on demand.

"Sir!" shouts a receptionist, beckoning to Jolt. "I can help you now."

Not sure what Jolt did overnight, but it doesn't matter since he's a warforged. Perhaps he stood outside doing nothing for eight hours?

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Heavenly Fleet Embassy

"Uh, right. My brother mentioned apartments?"

"Indeed," says an aasimar guard. "Your room is prepared."

"Is there a good place to get cheap levitation or flight magic? My brother may have wings, but I wasn't born with them and Sharn seems a dangerous place to lack such a thing."

"Perhaps some of the nearby shops will sell what you require. Else, I would try Everbright in Middle Menthis. Please, come with us."

Ushered in, Tural sees that the embassy is no larger than a small mansion, although just as finely decorated. The entrance room is welcoming and pleasant, with watercolors of old heroes adorning the walls. He is greeted by four more aasimar guards, a plump but smiling aasimar man, a gaunt and stern aasimar woman, a male aasimar who looks not to have reached adulthood yet, and a scowling, heavily-armed human man.

"I am leaving," says the man. "If you wish to reconsider, feel free to contact me through the Couriers Guild, at the Citadel, or at Lord Arigan's estate." He exits promptly.

The plump aasimar sighs and turns to Tural. "Counsellor-Diplomat Tural Lorristor. You must be tired, so I will not bore you with work, but let me first introduce you to everyone here. I am the embassy chief, Carroll Nallasten." He nods at the stern aasimar. "This lady is the embassy attache, Heda Ophira. And that—" he gestures at the young aasimar "—is Rielaph Mendae, our receptionist and courier. The guards are marines from home, ten in all. This is all thirteen of us, fourteen including you.

"Rielaph's prepared your room. Up the stairs, last door on your right. Can't miss it. Get some rest, and we can talk tomorrow." He pauses. "Oh, and, welcome to Sharn, Ambassador."

When Tural is done interacting with the bunch, I assume he proceeds to his room.
Tural's room is comforting. There is a large bed with white linen sheets, a fireplace burning warmly to the side, a polished wooden desk with a cushioned chair, and a set of double windows leading to a small balcony facing a public garden. The garden sits in the shade of large, clustered oak trees, with no guards patrolling or lanterns lighting the trails.

I'll stop here, since I'm not sure sleep is a safe assumption.

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Phiarlan Enclave

A knock on Aeny's door. Three loud, authoritative taps.

Assuming she opens.
Three elves stand outside. The leading one looks at Aeny, as if measuring her worth, and says, "Sister, I hope I have not interrupted your trance. I am to escort you to Lady Eririen d'Phiarlan, when you are ready."

Assuming Aeny accompanies them.
Through the enclave's rustic halls the elves walk, Aeny following closely behind. Portraits of Aerenal's undying councilors of present and past flash by at their rapid pace. Finally, they reach a double-door at the end of a hall guarded by a heavily-armed elf. The doors swing open and the trio of elves who escorted Aeny leave the way they came. The elf guard beckons her in.

Aeny enters an antique study with exotic objects decorating shelves and strange paintings adorning the walls. A dragonmarked woman sits behind a desk. She wears a friendly smile. "Not quite Stormreach, is it? I am Eririen, Spymaster and Observer, and I expect you never to repeat these words outside this room. Ostensibly, I am an illusionist with the Demesne of Shadow, the hydra's fifth head. But you might guess I belong to the sixth, and so I am."

She sighs and shoves aside paperwork collecting on her desk, then continues: "You must quickly accustom yourself to Sharn. Your first mission will be to develop false identities, safe-houses, and contacts. I assume you're familiar with the process? Focus on the local powers; think of your task as expanding House Phiarlan's network. And of course, report back to me every so often with updates. The Table will hear of these resources, and in time, you may be contacted with further missions. Questions?"

I'm leaving the details of Aeny's open for the moment. Feel free to suggest things, or I'll think a bit and suggest one later.

The Hellbug

2015-05-30, 12:28 AM

Gil

Gil is relieved by his companions' easy acceptance of his tagging along and answers Wilhelm, "None that I can't take care of until after we take a look at this offer, and that's a bit morbid, don't you think?" As they begin their trip towards ir'Morgraves' residence, he additionally replies to Lirianna pulling his arms up in a defensive stance and throwing a few punches at the air, "I think you'll find I'm not so bad in a scrap myself, either."

giles92

2015-05-30, 05:02 AM

"I'll be counting on all of your assistance in the time ahead. This will be great change of pace for all of us, myself included, so please bear with me on any mistakes. That said, you're right. The voyage wasn't easy and a soft bed sound amazing." With that, I head to my room.

My fingers itch, heading towards the mask currently concealed in my bag, but then I stop. This is a new strange land and running around it blindly is likelier to cause problems rather than fix them. Stripping down to my small clothes, I sink into the first actual mattress I've ever laid. Squirming, the damn things nearly impossible to get comfy! There are no bugs, no lumps, no straw poking out. Just softness, like laying atop a pile of dead cats. Grabbing a pillow and sheets, I roll off the bed and onto the floor, letting sleep once again take over.

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-30, 08:42 AM

Macawi brushes off the looks from the students. He is used to getting an odd reaction thanks to his height and build. He purchases a quick breakfast at the inn. While he is waiting for the food he makes an announcement: "Pardon me, but could anyone grant me more specific directions to Morgave? I am looking for information about a specific bit of magic."

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-30, 03:15 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

Aeny had changed out of her showy clothing into a darker outfit that was somewhat more the stereotypical style of her house when the knock came. She knew what they were here for, so simply replied "I am ready now," before following them silently to their destination.

Taking a seat as the woman across the desk introduced herself, Aeny listened to the minor speech with an air of respect. The majority of what she was told was not unexpected: she knew her brand of skills tended her towards spywork and espionage, but her skill was far more in breaking and entering, as well as assassination and information gathering. Her nature was to not be seen, which is why she was visibly concerned when the talk of her doing the opposite and establishing a network was brought to bear. Only when she was asked if she had any questions did the elf speak, however: "Pardon my confusion then, Spymaster, but surely you know that my expertise is in the opposite of what you're asking. At best, I'm woefully underequipped for it, as all the tools for disguise and social subterfuge I have are short term - measuring minutes at most."

annulus

2015-05-30, 05:24 PM

University District

The breakfast costs 4 sp.
The party proceeded through Underlook's packed streets south to Stormhold, then climbed walkways and stairs to Highhold, and finally crossed a spanning bridge overlooking the lower districts to Ivy Towers, at which point University District was a short walk away.

The streets are lined with academic buildings—libraries, temples, lecture halls, offices, and so on—and interspaced with upscale trades and services, many booksellers, cartographers, and scribes. Students stroll by carrying books, sometimes streaming out in large numbers from lecture halls. The party attracts odd looks, in particular Wilhelm and Lilianna, though nothing comes of it.

Morgrave University occupies an immense tower with five spires, the so-called Dalannan Tower, sitting atop which is a massive domed building, none other than Lareth Hall. Hanging plazas and bridges cross the towers and majestic buildings sit side-to-side, encircling the tops of the spires and bordering walkways.

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Lareth Hall

Countless footsteps echo in the marble chambers as the party wanders through a throng of students and professors, hundreds of portraits of seemingly important individuals decorating the halls. Directions are found on a wall plaque, and soon the party is at the receptionist's desk just outside ir'Morgrave's office.

The receptionist looks up with dreary eyes. "Here about the job?" She sighs. "Join the others." Lounging by the side are at least a dozen adventurers. Some give the party hard stares, others electing to ignore the newcomers. The office doors swing open and a group of adventurers within exit. Another group enters, and the process repeats three times over a period of an hour before the party is admitted.

Larrian ir'Morgrave sits behind his desk with a stern demeanor. He glances up at the entering party and says, "I need your names, your skills and talents, and anyone reputable to vouch for them."

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Hearth and Fire Holdings

"Oh Hello there. I was looking for Alaram Rewold. An acquaintance of mine suggested we might do business together. Ah... I don't have an appointment

"I see," says the receptionist. "Follow me." She stands and together she and Shadow proceed down a hall, a stairway, and more halls until she stops before a heavy oaken door. She knocks and says, "A visitor, sir."

"Come in."

She pushes open the door and ushers in Shadow, and then bows and leaves.

Alaram Rewold is a greying but handsome man. Opposite where he sits is a noblewoman speaking: "Aundair rate agricultural loans interest swaps, profit fifteen parts, risk substantial. Arbitraged Wroat residential debt, profit three parts, risk negligible. Requesting orders. End message." The noblewoman suddenly disappears, her once occupied spot filled with nothing but swirling air.

Alaram glances up at Shadow. "Business always seems to be going well, but risk valuation traders know better: We're merely riding the wave of development since the Last War." He offers an easy smile. "Are you here for the job? Can I have assurance that you're capable of discrete work?"

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Heavenly Fleet Embassy

Morning comes. Tural finds Carroll in the dining room. He beckons Tural in and gestures at a tray of milk, fruits, and sausages. "Your breakfast, Ambassador. Had a good sleep? I know I did."

He leans forward and says, "We intercepted a message last week." He draws a piece of parchment from his robes and hands it to Tural. "This is a copy of it."

The parchment lists names. Sava Kharisa. Jorlanna d'Cannith. Elvinor d'Phiarlan. Tywald Arigan. Javan Tomollan. Celyria ir'Tain.

"The letter," continues Carroll, "was sent from Rosewood Temple in Stormreach, and is addressed to a business in Sunrise called the Indigo Chalice. The Prince suspects the Blood of Vol operates in Sharn, and we now have support for this theory. Unfortunately, we are hesitant to message the Prince with this discovery, as we fear House Sivis may have Seeker agents. If you have any ideas, please share them." He clears his throat. "Now, two mundane matters.

"First: Councilman Borian Haldorak is supporting a motion to tax our embassy. I don't know what he's playing at, since none of the other embassies are taxed, but I'll be meeting him today to discuss the issue. You needn't accompany me, but if you wish it, feel free to.

"Second: King Boranel proposed a trade agreement with the Heavenly Fleet. Our Prince wishes to accept, since it will strengthen relations and garner support if we start taking Cloudreaver territory. In a week, Sharn will host the meeting of diplomats to formalize the treaty. I'm sure the Prince will want you to attend this personally.

"Questions about Sharn? Compliments on my good looks? By the way, your room and board are free so long as you stay here."

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The Tome and Feather

Breakfast consisted of honey oats and milk. It cost 3 sp.

"Pardon me, but could anyone grant me more specific directions to Morgave? I am looking for information about a specific bit of magic."

The innkeeper looks up and says, "Morgrave's just down the road, across the bridge. Can't miss it. Big tower, five spires. What in particular about magic are you interested in?"

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Phiarlan Enclave

By the way, it's morning. The knocks on Aeny's door came after a good night's rest.

"Pardon my confusion then, Spymaster, but surely you know that my expertise is in the opposite of what you're asking. At best, I'm woefully underequipped for it, as all the tools for disguise and social subterfuge I have are short term - measuring minutes at most."

Eririen nods. "Let me clarify. Your mission is not to infiltrate social circles. I need from you an agent capable of independent action, and that means the fundamentals. A false identity to conceal your Phiarlan membership. A safehouse as a base of operations. Contacts such as Watch captains or Cannith blacksmiths to talk to when you need rumors or help. You may want to develop further assets, which I leave to your judgment. When I am convinced your preparations are sound, you will receive more substantial missions where your talents will see use."

ylvathrall

2015-05-30, 05:41 PM

Wilhelm

Wilhelm bows deeply. "My name is Wilhelm," he says. "I am a scholar of obscure and forgotten languages. I am also a sorcerer of some skill. Alas, however, I am tragically short of anyone who might recommend my services to you, as these fine people you see with me are my only friends in all the world." He straightens and grins broadly at the man behind the desk. "Of course, if you prefer, I could arrange a more straightforward demonstration of my talents."

bcool999

2015-05-30, 05:44 PM

Jolt

Moving forward to the receptionist, Jolt addresses the man behind the booth. "I request an appointment with a Cannith representative who could answer questions I have about Warforged. I am known as Jolt." Jolt says to the man.

Mechanix

2015-05-30, 05:57 PM

The tiefling enters the room boldly, undaunted by the nasty looks of her competitors - in fact, she has just spent the last hour giving her mischievous smiles, predatory grins, and arrogant stares - and stands in front of the desk, her posture military-straight, one hand on the hilt of her sword. She bows once; sparks of blue lightning crackle at her fingertips.

"Thank you for receiving us. I am Lilianna of House Hekaton, magus, hexer and fencer. I am heir to the Blackblade of Hekaton, mistress of the lightning touch; the blood of storm-casters runs deep in my family. I can fly on the winds and fight in the fashion of the nobility of my house - rapier and buckler in concert, with grace and skill over strength and brutality, and combine magic with martial skill in combat. You will find no one to vouch for me in these parts: I come from the wild norths, the lands of monsters, where I have proven myself time and again against orcs and gnolls and hobgoblins. But I am also a scholar - expert in the domain of the arcane. I will not disappoint you."

annulus

2015-05-30, 08:26 PM

Lareth Hall

"My name is Wilhelm. I am a scholar of obscure and forgotten languages. I am also a sorcerer of some skill. Alas, however, I am tragically short of anyone who might recommend my services to you, as these fine people you see with me are my only friends in all the world. Of course, if you prefer, I could arrange a more straightforward demonstration of my talents."

"A sorcerer and linguist?" Larrian raises an eyebrow. "Impressive, thought the lack of recommendations is unfortunate. A demonstration would help my decision."

"Thank you for receiving us. I am Lilianna of House Hekaton, magus, hexer and fencer. I am heir to the Blackblade of Hekaton, mistress of the lightning touch; the blood of storm-casters runs deep in my family. I can fly on the winds and fight in the fashion of the nobility of my house - rapier and buckler in concert, with grace and skill over strength and brutality, and combine magic with martial skill in combat. You will find no one to vouch for me in these parts: I come from the wild norths, the lands of monsters, where I have proven myself time and again against orcs and gnolls and hobgoblins. But I am also a scholar - expert in the domain of the arcane. I will not disappoint you."

Larrian muses. "House Hekaton. Droaam, is it?" He regards Lilianna. "Plausible. Though I must say, your presence is unexpected. What brings you to Sharn?"

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Cannith Enclave

"I request an appointment with a Cannith representative who could answer questions I have about Warforged. I am known as Jolt."

"A moment, sir." The receptionist disappears into a backroom and returns. "Come with me."

Not long later, Jolt finds himself in the office of a human man. Bookshelves take up most of the floor space and are filled with tomes on engineering and magical craftsmanship. The man offers a seat and then says, "I am Gyles d'Cannith. I'm told you have questions."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-30, 08:39 PM

Shadow

"I am here for the job. Discretion is guaranteed from the moment I stepped foot in this building. " Shadow says with a solemn nod. "I would offer a few references at this point - however for someone in my line of work, that wouldn't be very .. appropriate." Shadow gives a friendly wink. " Why don't you tell me about what you need done before we talk about compensation to ensure I am the right fit for your needs." Shadow suggests.

Mechanix

2015-05-30, 08:46 PM

"What brings me here? What brings any adventurer to Sharn? The desire for gold and recognition, to make myself a name. I am a student of the arcane arts, and so I wish to study magic wherever I can, and I am a student of the sword and seek challenging foes. Furthermore, I have encountered issues in my homeland - I was, perhaps, not as callous and cold-blooded as many in Droaam, and this caused some incidents. I left because the land was hostile to me, and the world outside had so much to offer."

ylvathrall

2015-05-30, 08:48 PM

"A sorcerer and linguist?" Larrian raises an eyebrow. "Impressive, thought the lack of recommendations is unfortunate. A demonstration would help my decision."

"Of course it would, my good sir, and frankly I should be deeply concerned if you were to hire me without some assurance of my capability. Allow me to show you something of what I can do."

Wilhelm then spends several seconds chanting and gesturing, reaching out with his magic to call forth [roll0] small elementals from the Plane of Earth. "Look strong," he orders in Terran. "But don't damage anything."

He then turns back to Larrian ir'Morgrave. "You see that I am what I said. And I assure you that this is only a small piece of what I can do."

Noted that one spell slot has been used. Also, yes, I just used a third-level spell on this. Aren't sorcerers fun? :smalltongue:

ZamielVanWeber

2015-05-30, 10:10 PM

"I have heard tale told of a school of magic that emphasizes the power of fear, growing from it, mastering it, and even afflicting it on those who are immune. I have come to Sharn to seek out anyone who might have information on this magic. I was told to try Morgrave first." Macawi speaks softly between bites of his breakfast, not quite getting the "don't talk with your mouth full" rule right. He speaks again without waiting for a response "I must say this honey is quite good. Was it any particular type?"

giles92

2015-05-30, 10:58 PM

I start piling food into my mouth indiscriminately, talking and chewing at the same time. "I already figured the Blood has plenty of Seekers here, but there's nothing we can do until something pale and flesh eating shows its ugly face. I'll look into the names and the Chalice, as should you, but let's keep the investigations separate. I don't recognize the names, but there's at least two House scions on there. Whether they're already Seekers or targets for something, it would be best to insure only one of us will take the heat if something goes wrong. I'll tell you if anything important comes up, but we should leave the Prince out of this until there's either solid proof of misdoings or similar payoff."

Pausing briefly to wash a pile of fruit and meat down my throat with milk, I continue. "If these Councilors are anything like the 'public servants' back home, they're clever enough to not run into a brick wall. Odds are Haldorak has a personal interest in tearing down the Heavenly Fleet's influence in Sharn or is trying to establish a precedent and is starting with a small embassy to show it can be done with minimal effort. Regardless of his reasons, we can't let something like this happen or it will be blood in the water. I'll come along and try to settle the matter then. Failing that, we'll just start up a rumor mill that he's attacking us for faith based reasons, possibly because he worships the Dark Six. Thrane and the Councilor's enemy's will jump on that like a cat on fish."

"Of course I'll go to the trade meeting, provided you can find me a cloth shirt that looks like a doublet. That's what Breland prefers right? Failing that I'll settle for rum soaked rags, an eye patch, and a parrot."

Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-30, 11:11 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

The elf nods, finally understanding. "I see. That's a task I'm well enough equipped to handle. I avoided going with a group of adventurers looking for work last night because I didn't wish to prevent a proper assignment; I may seek them out to join their group and that would provide a good start establishing myself in those groups since adventurers tend to rub shoulders with all sorts." Scratching her chin, she closes her eyes for a second before continuing. "There is one problem with that, however -" She goes on and describes the previous night. "Unfortunately, with my mark in such a visible space and the wardrobe I had available to me I didn't have much choice. I may need some dragonmark suppression magic cast on me; I'll end up being without my mark for a few days or weeks, but without it I can easily make them think I was lying about being marked."

"The alternative will be unreliable makeup or expensive magic items. What do you think? I think it's a good start, but it should be trivial to avoid them if you think the risk is too great."

Specifically, I'm talking about Banish Dragonmark, from Dragonmarked p.148.

Othniel

2015-05-30, 11:49 PM

Hrodgar

As they wait, Hrodgar spends the time in silent communion with the spirits sharing his body. Now and then he returns a look from a competing adventurer with a grin. As the group's turn is called, Hrodgar enters with Asteria perched on his shoulder. He bows low in greeting to the man and waits his turn to speak. "I am Hrodgar; by some called The Wanderer," he explains with a grin. "I am a shaman, and goodly spirits are my friends. I am skilled in the knowledge of nature, religion, and planes, and I can heal and perform surgery, should the need arise. While I am not as skilled a linguist as Wilhelm here, I can speak Celestial, Draconic, and Sylvan. My spells are for the protection of my allies, and the hindrance of those who wish goodly folk ill. I am also pretty good with this," he says, tapping his longspear on the floor. Hrodgar then gestures with his free hand to Asteria, still perched on his shoulder, "And this is Asteria, my friend and familiar."

"Hello!" the thrush chirps, greeting the man with a small, but respectful dip of her head.

"As for references, I'm afraid I must also disappoint you. My most recent home is Galthespyre, and were you to write to folks in the city, you would receive several different answers. The guard would say I am a meddlesome person who talks with spirits and unnerves them. The common folk would tell you I defend the innocent. Some folks in the government would probably offer you a fair price for my head sent to them in a chest." He grins before explaining, "Some matter of stopping their human trafficking operation."

Going to subtract the same 4s for breakfast as Lilianna, and assume that Hrodgar got up early enough to do his communing for spells.

The Hellbug

2015-05-31, 02:45 AM

Gil

When they enter the building, Gil is surprised by the number of adventurers seeking Morgrave's employment. You'd think that in a city as big as this, there'd be plenty of work to go around. I'd say we've got a leg up on a lot of these ones, though.

After being invited into the room with his companions, Gil waits for the others to introduce themselves before finally speaking up. "And I'm Geoffrey Magellis, and I suppose you could call me an inquisitive or bounty hunter of sorts, though I've done all sorts of work. I've done some work in Aundair. If they keep records of it I'm sure you could get a good recommendation out of the Orien branch in Fairhaven. I helped them track down a particularly nasty thief a few years back, and I'm sure they were happy with my work."

annulus

2015-05-31, 01:14 PM

Hearth and Fire Holdings

"Why don't you tell me about what you need done before we talk about compensation to ensure I am the right fit for your needs."

Alaram draws a small rectangular cardboard package from under his desk and places it on the surface. "I need this delivered safely and unopened. In principal the task is a simple one, fit for an errand boy and not one such as you, but in this case the simplicity is deceptive. I cannot tell you what's in the package, who might try to intercept it and how, or other such details, hence I rely on your reasoning and wit should things go awry. The base pay is fifty platinum upon completion, with up to four hundred platinum in bonus depending on various circumstances which may arise as you carry out the job.

"You will not know who you're delivering the package to, only the time and location of delivery, and you will know nothing more of the job outside of what I've told you thus far. Also, obviously, you may not open the package. Be assured the task is potentially very dangerous, and I want you to know this before you agree to it. I will give you the delivery time and location upon your accepting the job."

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Lareth Hall

"What brings me here? What brings any adventurer to Sharn? The desire for gold and recognition, to make myself a name. I am a student of the arcane arts, and so I wish to study magic wherever I can, and I am a student of the sword and seek challenging foes. Furthermore, I have encountered issues in my homeland - I was, perhaps, not as callous and cold-blooded as many in Droaam, and this caused some incidents. I left because the land was hostile to me, and the world outside had so much to offer."

Larrian seems interested. "Experience in Droaam is no small matter. Your background and talents are a good fit for some of the expeditionary projects. Hmm."

Wilhelm then spends several seconds chanting and gesturing, reaching out with his magic to call forth 3 small elementals from the Plane of Earth. "Look strong," he orders in Terran. "But don't damage anything."

He then turns back to Larrian ir'Morgrave. "You see that I am what I said. And I assure you that this is only a small piece of what I can do."

Larrian watches the elementals wander about his office. "Excellent display. You're easily a cut above the average spellcaster I get."

"I am Hrodgar; by some called The Wanderer," he explains with a grin. "I am a shaman, and goodly spirits are my friends. I am skilled in the knowledge of nature, religion, and planes, and I can heal and perform surgery, should the need arise. While I am not as skilled a linguist as Wilhelm here, I can speak Celestial, Draconic, and Sylvan. My spells are for the protection of my allies, and the hindrance of those who wish goodly folk ill. I am also pretty good with this," he says, tapping his longspear on the floor. Hrodgar then gestures with his free hand to Asteria, still perched on his shoulder, "And this is Asteria, my friend and familiar."

"Hello!" the thrush chirps, greeting the man with a small, but respectful dip of her head.

"As for references, I'm afraid I must also disappoint you. My most recent home is Galthespyre, and were you to write to folks in the city, you would receive several different answers. The guard would say I am a meddlesome person who talks with spirits and unnerves them. The common folk would tell you I defend the innocent. Some folks in the government would probably offer you a fair price for my head sent to them in a chest." He grins before explaining, "Some matter of stopping their human trafficking operation."

Larrian absentmindedly stares as Asteria. "Perhaps I should look into the matter of Galethspyre. Rest assured this university hires without regard for the opinions of politicians and nobles."

"And I'm Geoffrey Magellis, and I suppose you could call me an inquisitive or bounty hunter of sorts, though I've done all sorts of work. I've done some work in Aundair. If they keep records of it I'm sure you could get a good recommendation out of the Orien branch in Fairhaven. I helped them track down a particularly nasty thief a few years back, and I'm sure they were happy with my work."

"An inquisitive and bounty hunter." Larrian leans forward. "Of sorts. Well, if you've done work with House Orien, I've no doubt they're willing to put forth a good word."

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Larrian is silent for a while, looking over the group while impatiently tapping his fountain pen on his desk. Finally, he speaks. "Well, I don't know why I'm so hesitant. You are without a doubt skilled, and your sorcerer's magic has me convinced you are capable. I will of course attempt to check your backgrounds and references as soon as I am able, but provided everything is satisfactory, there should be no problems.

"The pay is a thousand gold starting, and nine thousand upon completion. We have two expeditions needing escort at the moment. The archaeologist Obert Tabryg is heading a team of four researchers to Xen'drik to study primordial glyphs, and the wizard Laserie Arindal is traveling alone to the Mournlands to collect soil samples. If you have a particular interest in either job, let me know."

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The Tome and Feather

"I have heard tale told of a school of magic that emphasizes the power of fear, growing from it, mastering it, and even afflicting it on those who are immune. I have come to Sharn to seek out anyone who might have information on this magic. I was told to try Morgrave first." Macawi speaks softly between bites of his breakfast, not quite getting the "don't talk with your mouth full" rule right. He speaks again without waiting for a response "I must say this honey is quite good. Was it any particular type?"

The innkeeper blinks. "The honey is from a supplier in Precarious. Supposedly shipped in from Woodhelm. Local as it gets. Ah, let's see... The senior enchanter here is Francis Bymoor." He gives directions to Bymoor's office. "Big office in Lareth Hall, can't miss it. You could also try the Great Hall of Aureon." He gives directions to the Great Hall. "Plenty of experts there in all sorts of fields, even some I've never heard of."

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Heavenly Fleet Embassy

I start piling food into my mouth indiscriminately, talking and chewing at the same time. "I already figured the Blood has plenty of Seekers here, but there's nothing we can do until something pale and flesh eating shows its ugly face. I'll look into the names and the Chalice, as should you, but let's keep the investigations separate. I don't recognize the names, but there's at least two House scions on there. Whether they're already Seekers or targets for something, it would be best to insure only one of us will take the heat if something goes wrong. I'll tell you if anything important comes up, but we should leave the Prince out of this until there's either solid proof of misdoings or similar payoff."

Carroll nods. "Very well. Perhaps I'll also ask Heda to look into the people listed?"

"If these Councilors are anything like the 'public servants' back home, they're clever enough to not run into a brick wall. Odds are Haldorak has a personal interest in tearing down the Heavenly Fleet's influence in Sharn or is trying to establish a precedent and is starting with a small embassy to show it can be done with minimal effort. Regardless of his reasons, we can't let something like this happen or it will be blood in the water. I'll come along and try to settle the matter then. Failing that, we'll just start up a rumor mill that he's attacking us for faith based reasons, possibly because he worships the Dark Six. Thrane and the Councilor's enemy's will jump on that like a cat on fish."

"Very good. My meeting with Haldorak is this evening at the Council Hall in Highest Towers. Just before sunset."

"Of course I'll go to the trade meeting, provided you can find me a cloth shirt that looks like a doublet. That's what Breland prefers right? Failing that I'll settle for rum soaked rags, an eye patch, and a parrot."

Carroll laughs. "If you intend to meet Haldorak with me, then it's best you find a tailor as soon as possible. I recommend Wallace and Stitch in Platinum Heights. It's also a short walk from here. Now, last spot of bother: Do you want a guard escort? In my experience, it's not needed unless you're headed down to the Cogs or someplace equally horrid."

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Phiarlan Enclave

"I see. That's a task I'm well enough equipped to handle. I avoided going with a group of adventurers looking for work last night because I didn't wish to prevent a proper assignment; I may seek them out to join their group and that would provide a good start establishing myself in those groups since adventurers tend to rub shoulders with all sorts." Scratching her chin, she closes her eyes for a second before continuing. "There is one problem with that, however -" She goes on and describes the previous night. "Unfortunately, with my mark in such a visible space and the wardrobe I had available to me I didn't have much choice. I may need some dragonmark suppression magic cast on me; I'll end up being without my mark for a few days or weeks, but without it I can easily make them think I was lying about being marked."

"The alternative will be unreliable makeup or expensive magic items. What do you think? I think it's a good start, but it should be trivial to avoid them if you think the risk is too great."

"Magically hiding a dragonmark is not easy." Eririen rubs her eyes. "But if you are intent on pursuing this route, I can do it. My recommendation: It's not worth the trouble, so long as they don't know you're a spy. To them, you're merely a Phiarlan. What's important is that those who do know you're a spy don't also know for whom you work. Of course, running two identities in the same city can be a mess, and you have a better feel than I as to whether these adventurers will be trouble later. I defer to your judgment."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-05-31, 01:53 PM

Shadow

Shadow sighs slightly. "I see...a 'black-box delivery'...". He pauses for a half moment and reflected on the possible implications and pitfalls a task like this could have. Images of him being caught with contraband and thrown in jail fill his head.

After a moment he shrugs. "Sounds risky, but this seems acceptable. If I wanted safe, I would have invested into speculating 'Wroat residential debts' and earned three points for my trouble." He smiles.

"I'll take the job. I won't look in the package. Though on a side note, if the package can not be put in an extra-dimensional space, you should let me know before the both of us end up on the 'plane of elemental banishment and suckage'." He thumbed over his shoulder pointing to haversack. "Just give me the where and when and I'll be off." he says.

For the purposes of sense motive or discern lies etc, Shadow is telling the truth about not looking in the package.

bcool999

2015-05-31, 02:39 PM

Jolt

Jolt first inspects the seat offered before sitting, both to make sure it can take his weight, and that the spikes on his body would not damage it, or that the damage would not damage the chair's aesthetic appeal. Should he have doubts about the chairs ability to seat him, he remains standing.

"Indeed," Jolt says before launching into the meat of the matter, "Tell me what you can about the creation of warforged, the steps involved, the force which animates them, and most importantly the source of that animating force."

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Ilorin Lorati

2015-05-31, 05:29 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

"Adventurers are always trouble, and at least one of them is hiding their own identity." Aeny looks plainly at the spymaster before averting her eyes in thought. "In a city of this size I could assuredly maintain a second name, though, and if it does become a problem I can use that idea as an emergency fallback."

annulus

2015-05-31, 05:35 PM

Hearth and Fire Holdings

"I'll take the job. I won't look in the package. Though on a side note, if the package can not be put in an extra-dimensional space, you should let me know before the both of us end up on the 'plane of elemental banishment and suckage'." He thumbed over his shoulder pointing to haversack. "Just give me the where and when and I'll be off." he says.

Alaram nods and hands Shadow the package. "No such magical issues. So: Tomorrow at sunrise, when the first bells toll at Coldflame Keep in High Hope, deliver the package to whoever stands under the belfry."

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Cannith Enclave

Jolt refrains from sitting; while the chair seems sturdy enough to support his weight, it is difficult visualizing a position in which his spikes did not pulverize it.

Gyles laughs. "I should be more thoughtful. My apologies."

"Indeed," Jolt says before launching into the meat of the matter, "Tell me what you can about the creation of warforged, the steps involved, the force which animates them, and most importantly the source of that animating force."

Gyles blinks, his laughter fading immediately. "What do I know about the creation of the warforged? Next to nothing, as with most Cannith artificers. It was a well-kept secret even in use, and now out of use... I don't know if it's illegal, but I can't imagine anything good will come of trying to learn the process. Are you questioning perhaps—" he leans back "—the nature of your being? Alas, but Cannith doesn't employ philosophers. Nor could I begin to speculate as to how our forges achieved such a... miracle in the earlier years. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Mechanix

2015-05-31, 05:49 PM

The tiefling folds her arms, nodding thoughtfully. "Well, those are certainly interesting propositions. What do you think, guys? It would feel weird to leave Sharn so soon after finding it, but the opportunities are too great to miss. The Mournland or Xen'drik... The Mournland is closer to home, but perhaps more dangerous. But the land of an ancient, forgotten civilization like Xen'drik... I must admit it appeals to me slightly more."

ylvathrall

2015-05-31, 06:10 PM

Wilhelm smiles broadly at this. "I would, naturally, be quite pleased to provide my assistance with whatever task might need doing, particularly for financial remuneration of the quality you are offering. Regarding these glyphs, however, are they arcane in nature? If so, I might be able to assist the archaeologists in deciphering them. I particularly specialize in the languages of other planes, but I have also made a study of other magical languages--Sylvan, Draconic, and the like." His smile broadens even more. "Then again, if they aren't of a language I'm familiar with...well, the chance to examine such an oddity would be a priceless opportunity, wouldn't it?"

The Hellbug

2015-05-31, 06:30 PM

Gil

"I must admit that the continent of Xen'drik has no interest to me," Gil says, standing, "And I also find the Mournlands to not be to my taste. Further, I don't believe that I can leave the city for long enough to see either of those expeditions through to their conclusions. Therefore, I'm afraid that I, personally, will have to decline on both counts. I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir." Gil turns and makes his way to the door, turning around to give a quick goodbye to Lilianna, Hrodgar, and Wilhelm, "It was good to meet you all, good luck with whatever endeavors come your way."

After leaving the University, Gil makes his way back towards the Underlook District and Information Acquisition. As much as quietly slipping off would be, at least a little bit of proactivity couldn't hurt my situation, he thinks to himself, all the while looking for an abandoned alley or other such private place to get a few affairs in order.

bcool999

2015-05-31, 06:44 PM

Jolt

Jolt remains silent for a moment, obviously in thought though of course his facial features remain as set as ever. After a short while, Jolt seems to reach a decision and nods, "Perhaps. Do you know of any individuals or groups, whether within House Cannith or without, with the exception of certain groups based in what was once Cyre, that I could go to seeking answers to the questions I have posed to you? Or perhaps any locations where I could seek such answers such as Xen'drik?"

Othniel

2015-06-01, 01:47 AM

Hrodgar

"The expedition to Xen'Drik appeals to me more as well. Forgotten civilizations...I wonder what spirits may yet linger in those lands," he adds, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Not all spirits are as friendly as me, Hrodgar," Asteria chirps. "Be mindful."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-01, 05:56 AM

Shadow

"Okay, sounds easy enough" Shadow says. He takes the package and places it in his pack. "High hope, Coldflame keep, whom ever is standing underneath the belfry at sunrise." he repeats back his instructions. He takes a moment to reflect and figures high hope must be a region in the city, after all meeting time of tomorrow morning doesn't leave him enough time to get out of the city proper.

"If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave." Shadow bows and turns to leave. In his head he had already spent the platinum. "One day at a time" he thinks to himself.

Leaving the building, he wanders the streets for a few minutes till he finds a guard partol. He flags them down and asks for directions to High hope. "Excuse me, which way to High Hope?"

Assuming nothing eventful happens immediately, Shadow heads over to High Hope and asks for directions to Coldflame keep and has a look around.

giles92

2015-06-01, 08:36 AM

"Nah, I won't be needing guards." I quickly finish breakfast and get up to leave, heading towards Wallace and Stitch at a slow saunter. It didn't make much sense to try and maintain some hapless wastrel act now that I knew what being an ambassador actually entailed. Everything else aside, the Heavenly Fleet were doing a better job of making the Principalities a safer place than Val'nar ever could. They need support and influence here, something I mean to give them.

(Assuming nothing else happens, I enter Wallace and Stitch and make the following request.)

"My name is Tural Lorrister, current ambassador from the Heavenly Fleet. Need something to meet a councilman in, but there are a few requirements. It's gotta fit over my breastplate and incorporate this scaled tunic."

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-01, 08:52 PM

"Thank you for your help. I will be sure you look into it." Macawi pays for his meal and leaves. Upon reach Morgrave Macawi looks for a sign to the office of Francis Bymoor in Larenth Hall. Baring that he will ask for directions. Upon reaching the office he knocks on the door.

annulus

2015-06-02, 03:54 PM

Tracking meal and lodging costs must be annoying, so as per an earlier suggestion, the player can optionally elect to use upkeep rules (DMG, pg. 130). If you choose to do so, since your characters have already put wealth towards your first month's upkeep, to simplify bookkeeping just use 80% of the upkeep cost for the first month only.

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Phiarlan Enclave

"Adventurers are always trouble, and at least one of them is hiding their own identity." Aeny looks plainly at the spymaster before averting her eyes in thought. "In a city of this size I could assuredly maintain a second name, though, and if it does become a problem I can use that idea as an emergency fallback."

Eririen looks out her office's floor-to-ceiling window at the denizens of Sharn engaged in their daily routines. Looming above are the city's immense towers, glinting in the sunlight and casting large swaths of shadows across the cityscape. "Naturally, a concern is that adventurers often carry hidden allegiances." Eririen turns back to Aeny. "I leave the matter to your discretion. We have one more thing to discuss.

"Your pay. I could just hand you a bag of gold and leave it at that, but this might attract the attention of the financial watchdogs. I recommend when you establish your false identity, you open an account in Kundarak Bank in its name, so I can deposit your pay under the guise of an entertainer's guild. If you take this route, it's best you make yourself known as an entertainer, ensuring there's no discrepancy between work and wage.

"That's it. The city's all yours." Eririen yawns. "Any other questions?"

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Lareth Hall

The tiefling folds her arms, nodding thoughtfully. "Well, those are certainly interesting propositions. What do you think, guys? It would feel weird to leave Sharn so soon after finding it, but the opportunities are too great to miss. The Mournland or Xen'drik... The Mournland is closer to home, but perhaps more dangerous. But the land of an ancient, forgotten civilization like Xen'drik... I must admit it appeals to me slightly more."

"So," says Larrian, "Xen'drik it is?"

Wilhelm smiles broadly at this. "I would, naturally, be quite pleased to provide my assistance with whatever task might need doing, particularly for financial remuneration of the quality you are offering. Regarding these glyphs, however, are they arcane in nature? If so, I might be able to assist the archaeologists in deciphering them. I particularly specialize in the languages of other planes, but I have also made a study of other magical languages--Sylvan, Draconic, and the like." His smile broadens even more. "Then again, if they aren't of a language I'm familiar with...well, the chance to examine such an oddity would be a priceless opportunity, wouldn't it?"

Larrian shrugs. "This is not my specialty, but as I recall, Obert's research is into the magic of the primordial giants. I would expect that the glyphs are indeed arcane. You could always speak with him. His office is in Torrey Hall." He gives directions.

"I must admit that the continent of Xen'drik has no interest to me," Gil says, standing, "And I also find the Mournlands to not be to my taste. Further, I don't believe that I can leave the city for long enough to see either of those expeditions through to their conclusions. Therefore, I'm afraid that I, personally, will have to decline on both counts. I'm sorry for wasting your time, sir."

"Not at all," says Larrian. "Good travels to you."

"The expedition to Xen'Drik appeals to me more as well. Forgotten civilizations...I wonder what spirits may yet linger in those lands," he adds, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Not all spirits are as friendly as me, Hrodgar," Asteria chirps. "Be mindful."

Larrian nods in agreement with Asteria. "Xen'drik is a dangerous place, and its spirits are far removed from the kind conjured within our university's halls. Caution is wise."

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"Xen'drik it is." Larrian pulls a document from his desk's drawer, folds it and puts it in an envelope, seals the envelope with heated wax from a candle, and stamps the wax with an emblem of a three-headed griffin. "Take this to Obert so he knows I sent you. Go introduce yourself, as he will be your de facto employer from now on."

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Underlook

The walk back from Lareth Hall took Gil across two massive bridges, but before long he once again finds himself in the throng of Underlook's denizens. Ghallanda Hall was an exception to the rest of the district; while Underlook is not quite as poor as Grayflood, the transition from the wealthy University District drove home the point that Underlook is a lower class district, its residents dressed in dusty clothing and its shops and tenements catering to the low-income.

Gil spots Information Acquisition a block down, and quickly turns into a trash-littered alley on the corner of a tenement. One more turn and he is out of sight of the street. The alley is devoid of people and filled with bags of garbage. At least a dozen rats are picking their way through the mess.

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Cannith Enclave

Jolt remains silent for a moment, obviously in thought though of course his facial features remain as set as ever. After a short while, Jolt seems to reach a decision and nods, "Perhaps. Do you know of any individuals or groups, whether within House Cannith or without, with the exception of certain groups based in what was once Cyre, that I could go to seeking answers to the questions I have posed to you? Or perhaps any locations where I could seek such answers such as Xen'drik?"

Larrian shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. "You'll understand when I tell you that it's not wise for me, a House Cannith member, to speak of the creation of warforged in any capacity, even so indirectly as to give you guidance. We take the Treaty of Thronehold very seriously." He is silent for a moment. He opens his mouth, as if about to say something, but then quickly shuts it. Another moment of silence passes, and then he says, "I'm sorry. I can't help you any further. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

I had Jolt make a Diplomacy roll above, to a result of 16.

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High Hope

Shadow obtained directions to High Hope from a dutiful guard and made his way there. Located in Middle Northedge ward, High Hope is a middle-upper class district composed of quiet businesses and plain temples. The architecture, though also large and impressive, is not grandiose like the buildings of Central Plateau; it is instead simple in design, valuing functionality over aesthetics.

Bordering Sharn itself is Coldflame Keep, a large fortress-like church looking out from Sharn's walls, over the plateau cliffs, onto moderately populated plains, in the far distance an enormous forest stretching to the horizon. The wind blows strongly from the height of Middle Northedge as the vast landscape unfolds before Shadow.

The keep is constructed of stone and contains an inner courtyard as well as an outer one. As best as he could guess from its size, its interior has a hundred or so rooms. The main entrance is through the front garden, and there is smaller entrance as well from the side. A belfry stands by the side entrance, next to a fountain in a garden of flowers. The church is enclosed by a gated cast-iron fence but appears to be open to the public. A solitary templar stands by the front doors.

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Platinum Heights

Platinum Heights was a quick trip up an ascending walkway from the Ambassador Towers. While the Towers was clearly an upper class neighborhood, Platinum Heights is an upper class neighborhood. The businesses reside in posh marble buildings, and sculptures and flowerbeds line the limestone-tiled streets. Lavishly dressed denizens stroll by the shop windows, chatting with a carefree cadence in their voices.

Tural notes one place of interest, the Aurora Gallery, one of the larger shops in the district. The gallery appears to sell high-quality magical items. A menacing humanoid iron statue flanks the front entrance; it seems ready to spring to life at any moment.

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Wallace and Stitch

Wallace and Stitch was not hard to find. Though a relatively small shop, its interior is elegant and comfortable, filled with racks of fine clothes. A bespectacled man is sitting at a desk, closely examining a sheet of fabric. He looks up as Tural steps in.

"My name is Tural Lorrister, current ambassador from the Heavenly Fleet. Need something to meet a councilman in, but there are a few requirements. It's gotta fit over my breastplate and incorporate this scaled tunic."

"I see," he murmurs. "Put on your armor and hand me your tunic." Assuming Tural puts on his armor and parts with his tunic. The man measures Tural's dimensions with a marked strip of paper, then measures the tunic in the same manner. "Yes, ahem. This will cost you twenty gold. I will have it ready in a few hours. You may wait here, or leave and return later." He indicates a cushioned couch and disappears into the backroom with the tunic and a selection of fabrics.

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Assuming Tural accepts the cost, then waits or does nothing notable while outdoors.

Later that day, Tural finds the man at the storefront. The man presents the newly-fashioned outfit. "It's more common to fit this under a breastplate, so it will be bulky in some parts, but it should fit perfectly." He hands back Tural's modified tunic.

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Lareth Hall

The trip to Lareth Hall was a quick one, taking Macawi across several bridges to the large domed structure atop the tower in the middle of University District. The hall's grand and spacious interior echos with every step he took, and with every step stares from other people in the hall. He finally leaves their eyesight as he ascends steps to the upper floors. He finds Bymoor's office and knocks.

"Come in," says a voice.

Bymoor is an older man with a serious demeanor. He sits behind a desk stacked high with papers. He looks at Macawi and says, "Not a student of mine, then. So who are you?"

giles92

2015-06-02, 04:22 PM

Tural accepts the outfit and pays the man, plus five extra gold for a tip. He then returns to the embassy and gets ready for the meeting, both mentally and physically.

Assuming nothing happens to him, Tural waits until the meeting time and then goes to it.

ylvathrall

2015-06-02, 04:53 PM

Wilhelm

Wilhelm takes the envelope and goes looking for Obert in Torrey Hall, presumably accompanied by Lilianna and Hrodgar. If necessary, he asks directions from someone who seems to know what they're doing.

Having found the archaeologist, he bows deeply and proffers the envelope. "Good morning, sir, and may I add that it is indeed a most excellent morning, marking as it does the beginning of what I hope will be a mutually profitable association. My understanding is that you are soon to lead an archaeological team to the fabled land of Xen'drik. Larrian ir'Morgrave feels that my associates and I might be a welcome addition to your expedition, providing you with a certain sense of security in that troubled part of the world."

Assuming that Obert can be located.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-02, 06:43 PM

"I have enough skill with Alchemy to fake being a professional, so I can use those skills for the act," Aeny commented; the best lies were based on fact, and a skilled alchemist could make just as much as a skilled actor or musician. "Just one final question - do you have any contacts I can seek out to help establish said identity? I cannot imagine identification papers will pass thorough muster if I just find someone off the street, and naturally I have no reliable contact for it as of yet."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-02, 08:48 PM

Shadow

Shadow stopped and admired the architecture of the keep and the view off in the distance. "What an incredible change of venue" he mumbles to himself. This was definitely better than the blasted mournlands. He strolled through by the fountain and took a quick look around, paying special attention to the fountain itself. He scratches his chin in deep thought and has a solid look around.

He makes a mental note of the location of the keep and chooses a street at random and walks down it. Shadow spends time looking for an Inn in this area town. Trying his best not to lose sight of the top of the keep, doubling back as necessary and choosing a new road or avenue. He occasionally stops any friendly looking guards to confirm his directions and bearings.

Perception check - looking for anything odd at the keep or anyone following Shadow, taking 10 = 19

Shadow spends a few hours looking for a nearby Inn. He then practices going from the Inn's location to the keep and back again to get a feel for how long the trip is, and the landmarks between the two. He imagines how they might look in low lighting or the dark.

Assuming nothing comes up - Shadow tries to rent a private room around noon. Then goes shopping for a blank book and quill. He'll then retire to a room, locks the door and waits for sunset.

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Question 1 : How deep is the fountain?

Question 2: Roughly what time does it start to get dark at this time of year? 6 PM or 9 PM etc?

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-02, 09:30 PM

Lareth Hall

The trip to Lareth Hall was a quick one, taking Macawi across several bridges to the large domed structure atop the tower in the middle of University District. The hall's grand and spacious interior echos with every step he took, and with every step stares from other people in the hall. He finally leaves their eyesight as he ascends steps to the upper floors. He finds Bymoor's office and knocks.

"Come in," says a voice.

Bymoor is an older man with a serious demeanor. He sits behind a desk stacked high with papers. He looks at Macawi and says, "Not a student of mine, then. So who are you?"

Macawi makes sure to stand to his full height and meet Bymoor's gaze directly. My name is Macawi Pahana. I hail from the inner jungle of Xen'drik. I have been on a journey to uncover a greater power over fear magic. I have heard tale told of persons who could scare even those immune to the power of fear. When I inquired as to where and with whom I might find more information, Morgave came up, as well as your name specifically.

The Hellbug

2015-06-02, 11:56 PM

Gil

After a quick look around to make sure he is truly alone, Gil takes off his pack and kneels over it, shedding is coat, hat, and, finally, the ring on his left hand, and stowing them in the pack. With a word, he dismisses the enchantment on his armor, and his shirt and breeches shimmer and fade, leaving only a studded leather cuirass over a cotton shirt and pants reinforced with the same material. As 'Geof' throws the pack back over his shoulder and stands back up, he begins to shrink in stature as his hair and skin change to a pale grey and white. His features soften and his hair lengthens. After a few seconds, Gil, having taken on the shape of a female changeling, continues through the maze of alleys until he comes back out to the main road.

Within a few minutes, Gil stands outside of Information Acquisition for a few moments, going over exactly what he'll say. You've done this before. They won't even think to ask. The best lies, after all, have a hint of truth. With that, he walks through the door, saying to whomever appears to be in charge, "Good morning, I know I don't have an appointment, but I think I have a task that your people here can help me out with, for the right fee, of course."

Othniel

2015-06-03, 02:46 AM

Hrodgar

Bowing and thanking the man, Hrodgar spins and follows Wilhelm, robes swishing as he moves. He doesn't say much, as he is too wrapped up in an internal debate with Hope and Wonder over what kind of spirits they may meet in Xen'drik. Asteria follows along as well, flying through the air and doing circles around the trio.

Mechanix

2015-06-03, 08:54 AM

"Ah! Thank you, sir!" the tiefling enthusiastically replies, making an awkward military salute. "You won't regret it. Or, your friends who are actually going to Xen'drik won't regret it. Anyway!" She bows, and steps out of the room with a fierce grin, which she flashes to all the other adventurers in line with great contentment. Sucks to be them!

You are behaving like a child of twelve. Have some self-respect.

I have self-respect. It's self-respect, so I don't need to flaunt it. I can be as silly as I want, as long as within me I know I could take on any of them and win.

Pride before the fall, that is.

"Xen'drik!" She says excitedly, waving her hands around as they walk the corridors of the building. "Exotic land full of ancient ruins and spirits! That's amazing. I'm so glad you came with me, you guys. Or I came with you. I'm not sure in which order it happened. Memory's a bit foggy."

annulus

2015-06-03, 05:59 PM

Highest Towers

When sunset came, Tural accompanied Carroll to the Council Hall in Highest Towers. It was a short ascent on a walkway from Ambassador Towers, but here the sheer tallness of Sharn's towers became apparent. Vast clouds drifted only a stone's throw above one's head as the city below blended into a mosaic of towers and lights. Completing the final steps of the climb, the district came fully into view, revealing enormous ornate structures perched atop spires and elegant bridges connecting them.

"Don't get views like this in the Principalities," says Carroll dryly. "I just might prefer the sea anyhow." A passing Lyrandar airship cast a large shadow over the streets, drawing Carroll's gaze. The airship floats gently in the air, though a disc of wispy energy turbulently spins around its midsection.

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Council Hall

An elaborate and magnificent building, the Council Hall was easily identified by its position on Sharn's tallest tower. The guard detail consists of two dozen soldiers, clearly of elite caliber, dressed in decorative armors and armed with almost certainly magical weapons. They stand utterly still with perfect discipline, ignoring the throng of bureaucrats entering and exiting.

Carroll leads Tural through the elegant hallways to a relatively small room, though one with floor-to-ceiling windows offering an impressive view of Sharn's entire southwestern cityscape. A polished round table sits in the center of the room surrounded by cushioned seats. Portraits of seemingly important individuals adorn the walls.

Carroll and Tural are the first there, but before long, they are joined by four others: a female human, a male gnome, a male dwarf, an a female halfling. Carroll stands respectfully and says, "Councillors, this is Ambassador Lorrister of the Heavenly Fleet. You all know me. Chief of the Heavenly Fleet embassy, Carroll Nallasten."

"I'm Sava Kharisa," says the human. "I'm here on your embassy's behalf."

"Sorik Sensos, at your service," says the gnome. "Delighted to make your acquaintance."

"The name's Borian Haldorak," says the dwarf. "A real pleasure."

"Ilyra Boromar," says the halfling. "Let's get this over with."

"This meeting is not a formal occasion," says Sorik, "hence we'll proceed immediately with the business. Borian, would you like to start?"

"Yes, absolutely." Borian looks around the room. "As some of you may know, Heavenly Fleet spies have been arrested by Cloudreaver authorities in Port Krez. The spies, acting under orders from Prince Lorrister himself, breached the seventh article of the Treaty of Regalport. The Heavenly Fleet betrayed our trust. They arrived in Port Krez under the pretense of trade, exploiting the kindness of—"

"The Cloudreavers are pirates and you know it," says Sava sharply.

"That's uncalled for, Sava. They're a nation like any other. You're too smart to be buying into the Heavenly Fleet's propaganda."

"Keeper take me, it's even in their name. Reavers. What do you think that word means?"

"Everyone," says Sorik firmly, "this is a digression. Borian, please continue."

Borian offers a pitying smile to Sava before continuing. "I'll make my point short. Sharn cannot appear to be condoning Heavenly Fleet's spying, thus we should tax their embassy as we would any guild or merchant, so that we appear neutral and just in the eyes of the world."

Sava ignores Borian and looks to Sorik. "Is is true?"

"The spying?" Sorik frowns. "Well, the Cloudreaver ambassador has indeed claimed that two Heavenly Fleet spies have been captured in Port Krez. This much is officially recorded. We do not yet have confirmation that their claim is true, however, and given the source, I too am doubtful. Ambassador." He turns to Tural. "Have you any comments?"

Carroll whispers in Tural's ear, "This is the first I've heard of spies. News to you as well?"

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Torrey Hall

Torrey Hall was only a short walk from Lareth Hall, across two bridges and down a street. Like many of the university's other lecture halls and faculty offices, Torrey Hall was a well-constructed brick and stone building with spacious hallways so that the perpetual daytime crowd of students has room to maneuver. Obert was found in his office speaking to four of his students.

Accepting the letter from Wilhelm, Obert tears open the envelope and reads it.

"Good morning, sir, and may I add that it is indeed a most excellent morning, marking as it does the beginning of what I hope will be a mutually profitable association. My understanding is that you are soon to lead an archaeological team to the fabled land of Xen'drik. Larrian ir'Morgrave feels that my associates and I might be a welcome addition to your expedition, providing you with a certain sense of security in that troubled part of the world."

"I see," says Obert. "No need to stand on ceremony, lad! Also, might I ask, what are you? Not a skinwalker nor a changeling, no indeed, for fox tails are rarely found on either. Well, no matter, I'm glad to have you on board. Xen'drik's dangerous, yeah?"

He examines Hrodgar, Lilianna, and Asteria. "The bird's got to be a familiar. So one of you is a caster? My, don't you fellows look heavily armed. I feel safer already!" He laughs heartily. "These are my assistants. When I'm too lazy to write, they do it all for me.

"So." His tone turns serious. "Background on my work. I study primordial giant arcana, in particular, their use of planar travel and its influences on their magic. On my last expedition, I discovered glyphs inscribed into the walls of a giant ruin unlike any I've seen before. Truly a marvel. I traced it in haste while being pelted by lizardfolk arrows before I made my daring escape. Alas, but on our return journey our boat capsized, destroying my records.

"Nonetheless, by memory I supplied a copy of the first line, which I believe represents formal rites to be undertaken before a ritual. It is up there, on my wall." He indicates a brass plaque on his wall with a line of glyphs.

Hrodgar and Wilhelm recognize the symbols as Draconic, but the script is written in archaic form, not easily decipherable even to fluent speakers.

"I couldn't read it at first," says Obert. "But through one of Laserie's research contacts, I finally obtained a translation. It says, 'The blood of dreamers, to be spilled, Upon the seas, ten in all.' That's all I have now. Obviously the actual glyphs continue far past this simple segment, but this is where you come in. I'm going to the ruins once again to redo the tracing.

"We are going to bring home the full ritual's description. You in particular are going to keep the lizardfolk off my back, and maybe even help me explore the ruins. Any questions?"

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Phiarlan Enclave

"I have enough skill with Alchemy to fake being a professional, so I can use those skills for the act," Aeny commented; the best lies were based on fact, and a skilled alchemist could make just as much as a skilled actor or musician.

"Very well, an alchemists guild, then."

["Just one final question - do you have any contacts I can seek out to help establish said identity? I cannot imagine identification papers will pass thorough muster if I just find someone off the street, and naturally I have no reliable contact for it as of yet."

"I have several, but for logistics reasons they cannot work with you on this mission." Eririen frowns. "Sorry, you're on your own. If I were you, I'd start with the City Archive, the Citadel, or House Sivis. Or maybe even a good old fashioned tavern in Clifftop."

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High Hope

The fountain is small and made of stone, its circular basin standing on a central column. A statue affixed atop depicts an armored woman, clear water trickling from her outstretched hands. The basin is barely deep enough to fully submerge Shadow's entire arm, and is about seven feet in diameter.

Leaving Coldflame for a nearby street, he finds the The Knight's Rose, an inn with tavern and room windows looking at the keep's entrance from an oblique angle, the rest of the gated garden obscured from view. The Knight's Rose is an elegant establishment, and seems expensive. Its owner informs him that a single room runs for 4 gp a night. He also finds a scribing store selling blank books and quills for 5 gp and 1 sp respectively.

The streets are sparsely crowded, but people are still a common sight, shopping at stores, dining at taverns, praying at churches, or just walking about. The district is quiet, few of its denizens chatting needlessly. He does not see anyone suspicious.

I assume Shadow purchases the single room. Shadow's room is comfortably spacious. A large bed with fresh linen sheets faces the windows, and a clean desk upon which perches a silver candlestand rests by a crackling fireplace. Evening comes uneventfully. The skies turn orange, the color seeping into the room through the open windows. Soon after arrives nighttime, unveiling the stars and the moon. The room is now lit only by the fireplace's warm glow.

Shadow spots a cloaked figure walking enter Coldflame's front gates.

I don't know how Shadow would tell the time, but from a modern perspective, it should be getting dark at around 7:30 PM.

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Lareth Hall

Macawi makes sure to stand to his full height and meet Bymoor's gaze directly. My name is Macawi Pahana. I hail from the inner jungle of Xen'drik. I have been on a journey to uncover a greater power over fear magic. I have heard tale told of persons who could scare even those immune to the power of fear. When I inquired as to where and with whom I might find more information, Morgave came up, as well as your name specifically.

Bymoor blinks. "Xen'drik? Fear magic? What?" He is silent a moment. "I might know something, but perhaps I should ask first your intentions."

I await a Diplomacy or Intimidate check, or anything else Macawi might find appropriate to use.

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Information Acquisition

Gil's surreptitious change did not attract any suspicion. He proceeded to Information Acquisition.

The office has sturdy furniture with files and tools strewn over the shelves and floor. A human woman behind a desk seems to be a receptionist; she is the closest thing to an employee that Gil can see. Two other people are in the room, one a nervous, well-dressed gnome man, and the other a silent, young elf woman in worn clothes. They seem to be waiting.

Gil speaks to the receptionist.

With that, he walks through the door, saying to whomever appears to be in charge, "Good morning, I know I don't have an appointment, but I think I have a task that your people here can help me out with, for the right fee, of course."

"A potential client?" The receptionist stands up. "Come with me." She and Gil walk down a short hall and she ushers him into a small office. In the office is an old oaken desk, behind which sits a harsh-looking half-orc with a dragonmark on his right cheek. The receptionists excuses herself and leaves, shutting the door behind her.

"I am Kalaash'arrna," says the half-orc, "Finders Guild inquisitive and House Tharashk member. What business do you bring?"

bcool999

2015-06-03, 06:19 PM

Jolt

"To my knowledge, the treaty only prohibits the creation of new Warforged. Is there reason to believe that it censors information regarding the process or more importantly what the Warforged are made of and what powers them?" Jolt asks. In any case, from the man's previous answers, Jolt feels as though he will not gain any more insight than he has from here, nor any leads to the information he seeks. "I suppose I shall take my inquires elsewhere then. Farewell."

With that Jolt leaves and waits for Macawi at the bookstore/inn, perusing a tome on an academic study of souls.

Othniel

2015-06-03, 06:29 PM

Hrodgar

"Yes, this is Asteria," Hrodgar confirms, gesturing to the thrush. "I am a Shaman, and she is indeed my familiar - and my friend. She's been with me for a long time." At this he smiles at the bird. "And I do have a question, sir," Hrodgar says after bowing to the man. "On your previous expedition, did you encounter any spirits? You see, I am always interested in meeting new spirits, particularly the friendly kind. They often have much to teach regarding our world, especially in regard to nature and history.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-03, 07:25 PM

Shadow

Shadow pays for the room with a smile. While it was exorbitantly expensive, the location and view was likely worth the price. Sighing deeply at his nearly depleted coin pursue, he thinks to himself "Sharn is expensive, my next nights are going to be spent back in the fish monger shack in the docks with the smelly pirates. I hope this job pays off."

Shadow ensures the door to his room is locked tight. He took note of the cloaked figure to see if they walk out again. "Trouble? Too early to tell..." he asked himself internally. He takes the chair and uses it to prop against the door. Shadow closes the shutters to the room. He stops feeding the fireplace to let its flames burn down.

At the desk he starts making lists of the people he met, locations he has seen. He jots down some rudimentary maps and notes. He also writes out a list of common adventuring supplies he needs. He keeps his lists and notes limited to perfectly legal topics in case the book falls into the wrong hands. After the flames in the fireplace finally burn down, he pulls out a sun rod. He lights it and places it in the center of the room and waits.

When the sun rod burns out, he pulls out two vials of poison and coats both his weapons and then resheaths them. Shadow then packs up his things. He unbarricades the door and pulls out his glowing holy symbol so he can see. He leaves for the appointed meeting place about an hour before five bells - at his best guess.

He makes his way to the fountain to wait.

OOC:

Shadow pays for the room and book/quill.

I wasn't sure about the time thing. Some churches ring their bells every hour during daylight, using candles to keep the time. Where I live sun down can vary by 5-6 hours depending on the season. Figured it was safer to ask then make an assumption and have Shadow show up late.

Shadow gives the fireplace about two hours to die down plus the sun rod lasts six hours. So best he can figure, he is leaving the inn about an hour before the meeting time.

Perception: 19
Move silently: 22 (can't hide, has a light source)

Sheet adjusted:

- 9 gp
- 1 sp
-1 sunrod
- 2 vials of poison

ylvathrall

2015-06-03, 07:36 PM

"I see," says Obert. "No need to stand on ceremony, lad! Also, might I ask, what are you? Not a skinwalker nor a changeling, no indeed, for fox tails are rarely found on either. Well, no matter, I'm glad to have you on board. Xen'drik's dangerous, yeah?"

Wilhelm recoils at this, as if shocked. A moment later he adjusts his body to replicate that of Obert, although his clothing is still more suitable to a circus performer than a scholar. "Not a skinwalker?" he says, grinning. "But I'd get so bored with just my own skin to wear! You're correct, though, that I am of a more exotic origin. My people are distant cousins of the fey, as I understand it, though I couldn't give you the details. We aren't exactly common, and as you might imagine many of us don't like to advertise our nature."

Having said this, he leans in to take a closer look at the glyphs. "Regarding your work, however," he says absently, "I do have some questions. Is this the only script you found? Draconic is often used in arcane writings, but if this is truly related to planar travel I wonder whether they might have recorded some of the details in a more specialized tongue. Abyssal, perhaps, or Celestial, depending upon the plane in question. Also, when are we leaving?"

Linguistics check to decipher the writing is 1d20+9. My understanding is that this roll is meant to be secret, so unless you object I will leave it to you, annulus.

Mechanix

2015-06-03, 08:06 PM

"Sounds like fun times to me," the tiefling says with a smile. "We'll keep the locals off your back all right. I can't help with the deciphering, but the exploring should be no issue."

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-03, 09:08 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

Aeny maintains a blank face as her question is answered. "Understood." She knew the entertainer's guild employed stagewrights for its plays, since many illusion magics were harder to continually cast and ended up costing more than simply building it - but it was her choice what to send the cheques for. The specific options were just as confusing, as well - all three of those main options were for legitimate name changes or identification, it was unlikely they would grant her a non-house identification.

"I will keep you updated as best I can in regards to my activities, as well as the name I use," she adds as she thinks about the policies each nation used in regards to identification. Stormreach was lax, she had gotten by without them having come straight there from Aerenal... could she get them here in Sharn, as if she had come straight from the Elven homeland and had never joined a House?

She shares final pleasantries with the spymaster before heading out. First things first: She needed a good makeup and disguise kit.

Knowledge (Local): [roll0]

Rolling to figure out how she could get some identification papers, taking 10 (22) for finding a shop that sells makeup sets for her to build her own disguise kit.

The Hellbug

2015-06-04, 12:23 AM

Gil

At the receptionist's beckoning, Gil follows her down the hall, surprised that he would be meeting with someone so quickly, especially with two other people waiting. Maybe they were something other than customers. You never could tell with these types.

After Kalaash'arrna's greeting, Gil extends a hand to shake and, taking a seat if there is one, replies, "Mine's Reina, and the business I bring to you is my own. I have two requests. The first should be easy but perhaps not the kind of work you are accustomed to. A man died in Fairhaven a number months ago. His name Zander Auair, and he worked for Aundair's crown. The nature of his death is important to me, and, due to circumstances beyond my control, I have not been able to see any news on the matter. Now, I know the distance might be a problem, but I'm sure you're more resourceful than I am and that you will be able to get me something." He folds his hands together as he continues, "The second request is a little bit closer to home, here. A man named Geoffrey Magellis should have arrived here by boat in Sharn some time in the last week. I'd like to hear a report on his whereabouts, who he works for, associates, anything you can find. This one might take a little longer. Are either of these tasks possible for your agency here? And what will it cost me?"

Zander is Gil's boss from back in Fairhaven. The tailing himself is just to have a second set of eyes on his situation.

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-04, 03:54 PM

"Yes. Fear magic. I discovered a magic that is powered by what I can best describe as the 'underside' of magic. I want to push the boundaries though and discover the magic that grants fear beyond fear. I was told that you were an excellent source of information and hope that we can come to an understanding." Macawi continues to stand as he talks, his gaze never leaving his opponent's.
[spoiler=Diplomacy Roll][roll0]

annulus

2015-06-04, 10:25 PM

Cannith Enclave

"To my knowledge, the treaty only prohibits the creation of new Warforged. Is there reason to believe that it censors information regarding the process or more importantly what the Warforged are made of and what powers them?"

Gyles sighs. "I wish that were the only stipulation. We were also expected to destroy all our work with regards to the warforged. If any documents survive, it probably isn't legal. Yes, if you were to somehow get your hands on them, you would learn much of the warforged's creation. But I can be of no help here. Good luck to you. I too am curious, but do not have the freedom to pursue it."

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University District

Jolt is once again in The Tome and Feather's main room. Students glance curiously at him, but their eyes never linger for more than the briefest of moments, afterwards returning to their books.

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Torrey Hall

Hrodgar and Wilhelm could not decipher the glyphs.

"And I do have a question, sir," Hrodgar says after bowing to the man. "On your previous expedition, did you encounter any spirits? You see, I am always interested in meeting new spirits, particularly the friendly kind. They often have much to teach regarding our world, especially in regard to nature and history.

"Rarely," says Obert, "since it's not my specialty, and I don't go out of my way looking for these things. Ah, but once, on a trip to Aerenal, Dolurrh was coterminous ever so briefly. I was experimenting with a ritual at the time, and unexpectedly made contact with a spirit from the realm. But, let's see. Xen'drik? I once met an angel there. If that is close enough to a spirit for you, then yes indeed, I have met spirits in Xen'drik." He rubs his temple. "There's a researcher here by the name of Laserie Arindal. Really smart lady, she's the resident senior conjurer around here. I don't know if she's around, though. You could check her office in Lareth Hall. She doesn't know just about spirits, she also knows a lot of spirits personally." He chuckles. "Something few of us can claim."

Having said this, he leans in to take a closer look at the glyphs. "Regarding your work, however," he says absently, "I do have some questions. Is this the only script you found? Draconic is often used in arcane writings, but if this is truly related to planar travel I wonder whether they might have recorded some of the details in a more specialized tongue. Abyssal, perhaps, or Celestial, depending upon the plane in question. Also, when are we leaving?"

Obert looks serious. "This glyph is carved into a temple I believe is used for rituals. I do not think it is the main ritual temple, but rather a place where the primordial giants studied and experimented with the rituals they used. Every script I've encountered so far is Draconic.

"We are leaving as soon as I get everything ready. Heh." He chuckles. "I was wandering around drunk in Highest Towers the other day. The Watch didn't like it, tossed me behind bar for a night. Next morning I realized I lost my documents, which for some reason I was carrying on me at the time. I asked House Sivis for replacement documents, but the process will take a few days. In the meantime, I tried to get a special pass from the Watch, but in their... infinite wisdom, they think I'm a smuggling risk. It's either wait three more days for House Sivis to deliver, or try to convince the Watch otherwise, which I'm going to do right now. Or find my documents, though they could be anywhere by now."

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Coldflame Keep

The gardens of the keep are empty at night. Shadow hears trickling water from the fountain and his own barely audible footsteps on the grass. The keep itself is dark, windows either shuttered or pitch black within. The figure from before left no trace of their presence.

Light from his holy symbol dances in the fountain's waters, his only company for some time.

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Shadow hears the front gates swing open, breaking the silence. He has time to stash his symbol and hide before the arrivals spot him.

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Phiarlan Enclave

Aeny is escorted to the enclave's entrance hall. She knows of a guild in Lower Tavick's Landing called the Tyrants, famous for their mastery of deception and all that entails. Forgery is no doubt one of their many skills. Alternatively, she also knows there are corrupt House Sivis members, though they would be difficult to locate, as most members are highly loyal.

House Sivis operates an enclave and maintains a message station in Dragon Towers, very close to the Phiarlan enclave. They also have message stations in many of Sharn's other districts.

The Tyrants can be found in a certain, unmarked building in Dragoneyes district. Aeny has heard of the place, and believes she can locate it if she chooses to.

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Information Acquisition

After Kalaash'arrna's greeting, Gil extends a hand to shake and, taking a seat if there is one, replies, "Mine's Reina, and the business I bring to you is my own. I have two requests. The first should be easy but perhaps not the kind of work you are accustomed to. A man died in Fairhaven a number months ago. His name Zander Auair, and he worked for Aundair's crown. The nature of his death is important to me, and, due to circumstances beyond my control, I have not been able to see any news on the matter. Now, I know the distance might be a problem, but I'm sure you're more resourceful than I am and that you will be able to get me something." He folds his hands together as he continues, "The second request is a little bit closer to home, here. A man named Geoffrey Magellis should have arrived here by boat in Sharn some time in the last week. I'd like to hear a report on his whereabouts, who he works for, associates, anything you can find. This one might take a little longer. Are either of these tasks possible for your agency here? And what will it cost me?"

The half-orc regards 'Reina' coolly before saying, "Both of your requests are possible. The first will cost you a base rate of four gold per day. The second will have a base rate of one gold per day. If we anticipate the use of excessive resources, we will ask you first, and then charge you correspondingly." He pauses. "Zander Auair. Geoffrey Magellis. Hmm. I have questions, if you don't mind, to help us find these individuals. What is your relationship to them?"

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Lareth Hall

"Yes. Fear magic. I discovered a magic that is powered by what I can best describe as the 'underside' of magic. I want to push the boundaries though and discover the magic that grants fear beyond fear. I was told that you were an excellent source of information and hope that we can come to an understanding." Macawi continues to stand as he talks, his gaze never leaving his opponent's.

"Very forthcoming," says Francis dryly. "Unfortunately, knowledge of the magic is deliberately limited to prevent misuse. I, for one, believe that the importance of learning trumps the possible downsides, but I do not know you, and I do not trust you as I trust my students.

"I won't turn you away, however; everyone has the right to learn. Thus, I give you terms. One of my colleagues in the Esoteric Order can teach you how to instill fear in even the most fearless of beings. I will ask him to take you as his apprentice, if you become my research assistant until I am satisfied that you have earned your place among the scholars."

Othniel

2015-06-05, 12:42 AM

Hrodgar

The Shaman really didn't pay attention to anything past "She also knows a lot of spirits personally." He grins at Obert as he wondered what kind of spirits this Laserie Arindal might know, and if she'd be able to communicate with Asteria, Hope, and Wonder on the spiritual level. "Lareth Hall, eh?" he says. "I hope I can speak with her before we leave."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-05, 03:16 AM

Shadow

Shadow hides his holy symbol and tries to retreat into the darkness a little. He had no qualms about standing his ground and charging the new arrival(s) but wasn't sure if he was dealing with friend or foe. Maybe it was the contact he was to meet just being early. "Bah!" he thought to himself "This is trouble I'm sure of it." Though the thought crossed his mind that it may just be a member of the temple or a simple messenger.

Shadow pulls his dark coloured cape over his body slowly and squats lower to make himself smaller. He squeezes his hands into a tight fist and relaxes them a few times reflexively. His hands coming to rest on the hilts of his twin short swords instinctively.

Shadow moves further into the darkness, towards a corner -just in case they have a light source of their own or have darkvision.

Taking 10 on stealth : 22
taking 10 on perception: 19

ylvathrall

2015-06-05, 11:22 AM

Wilhelm

Wilhelm grimaces at this. "I believe I'll be leaving that task to you, or my compatriots if they care to assist you," he says with obvious distaste. "Members of the Watch tend not to be terribly fond of those with my, ah, talents. In the meantime, I believe that I shall acquaint myself more closely with your fair city, and its equally fine residents. Perhaps I shall introduce myself to the local students of the arcane, if you know where I might find such a group?"

The Hellbug

2015-06-05, 11:30 AM

Gil

"Of course," replies Gil, crossing one of his legs over the other and leaning back in his chair, "and I don't think I need to remind you to treat this matter with discretion--none of what I'm about to tell you should leave this room. But how I know them? I know both of these men from my days in Fairhaven, before I expatriated to Sharn, here, a few years back. I am an adventurer by trade, and I used to take jobs from Mr. Auair from time to time. He was a good man, and he perhaps saved my life when I fled from the country. Magellis, on the other hand, is a scoundrel and a thief. He, too, did jobs for Mr. Auair. To make a long story short, he's an underhanded ruffian, and he has something that belongs to me. I received a letter from a trusted friend a couple weeks ago when I got back from an expedition into the Mournland claiming that he had left Aundair secretly by ship shortly after Mr. Auair's death. Based on a short bit of research of my own, I estimate that he should have arrived here in Sharn sometime in the last week, like I said earlier."

After finishing his story, Gil reaches into his pack and counts out 35 coins which he sets on the table, finishing, "And that's where it leaves me. Here's an advance payment for the first week of your investigation. I'll be staying at Ghallanda Hall and can be contacted there if you need anything more from me and for additional payments. Is there anything else I can do to help you at this time?"

I'll take 10 on the bluff if I can for a 21. If I have to roll, here is: [roll0]

Additionally, subtracting 35 gp from character sheet.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-05, 04:23 PM

I just marathoned 3 interviews today on 4 hours sleep, so rather than an actual post I'm essentially just giving a list of things Aeny will do. Stop wherever she does something that'll need interaction, and just assume take 10 on any given skill.

Aeny d'Phiarlan

Out of the Phiarlan Enclave, Aeny heads to the closest theater district to pick up a makeup kit (read: disguise kit), before doing some research and looking for apartment complexes near Dragon Towers and/or any of the adventurer's districts - she will not, however, speak with any of them yet for leasing. Once all of this is done, she'll head towards the Tyrants.

She hated to use such places as there was an inherent risk in working with criminals that they would turn around and backstab you the first chance they got, but without a more reliable source it was the least dangerous lead she had. All she needed to do was keep them from finding out her connections, or perhaps position it so that the people they would try to sell her out to would be the House itself...

giles92

2015-06-05, 07:53 PM

"Excuse me councilor, but are we talking about the same Cloudreavers? They're led by a madwoman who believes one of the Dark Six grants her power every time she sinks a ship, often with the occupants on board! That's not Heavenly Fleet propaganda, it's something her men boasts about themselves. Unless it's changed in the past two years since I've been there, the extent of Port Krez's authority lies with the pimps and drug dealers who kill those that would disrupt their business. Any merchant looking for kindness there would be laughed at and stabbed, not necessarily in that order."

Tural takes a deep breathe and continues to speak, trying to visibly reign in his anger. "Even if these ridiculous claims had any merit, you've shown no impartial proof and for some reason are trying to involve Breland in Lhazaar politics. It's common knowledge the region is incredibly unstable and many Principalities still engage in active piracy, with the Cloudreavers easily being the worst offenders. Spies and subtle machinations are something Khorvaire participates in Councilor. My brother doesn't need agents to know if he finds a newly wrecked hull with corpses floating around it to blame the Reavers. Ask your captains and trading officials how many ships they've lost to Heavenly Fleet versus how many they've lost to the Cloudreavers."

Folding his hands to keep them from forming into fists, Turals softens his expression. "I apologize for my bluntness. Having seen their brutality first hand has colored my disposition and if my tone seemed accusatory, I once again apologize. The Heavenly Fleet wants nothing more than a positive relation with the Breland and the city of Sharn. However, my protests do stand. Before we even entertain taxing our embassy, I insist on having factual evidence provided by an impartial agent. One that we both interview and agree on. The evidence itself should be examined by both mundane and magical means. I realize this may seem unreasonable, but these accusations may set a dangerous precedent and I want everything as above board as possible."

Here is my Sense Motive roll for Haldorak [roll0]
A few others if necessary, going in order of who talks first.
[roll1]
[roll2]
[roll3]
[roll4]

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-05, 09:21 PM

Macawi looks at him coldly. "Research is not my forte. Everything I have done was through action, not study. What would this position entail?"

annulus

2015-06-06, 05:01 PM

University District

Wilhelm grimaces at this. "I believe I'll be leaving that task to you, or my compatriots if they care to assist you," he says with obvious distaste. "Members of the Watch tend not to be terribly fond of those with my, ah, talents. In the meantime, I believe that I shall acquaint myself more closely with your fair city, and its equally fine residents. Perhaps I shall introduce myself to the local students of the arcane, if you know where I might find such a group?"

"The students' Arcane Society has an office and meeting space in Lareth Hall. I'd personally just go to Shava House. It's all professors and explorers, but the level of discussion there is much higher. On the other hand, it's not specifically focused on arcana. I'd also try the Great Hall. Plenty of smart fellows hang out there, although it's not a formal group.

"You could also try checking out the arcana department in Lareth Hall. The best spellcasters have their offices there."

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Coldflame Keep

Shadow hears six pairs of footsteps. They diverge, some wandering off, some standing in place. Two approach the belfry garden from around the keep's corner.

Two well-armed half-orcs walk into view and scan the garden. They do not spot Shadow. "Southwest side's clear," says one to the other.

The other sweeps the garden warily. "The contact has to be watching."

"Or maybe the contact's incompetent. Doesn't think to check out the place before delivering."

"Hah, how many of those have we gotten?"

"I'll be happy so long as there isn't a sword in my back. Let's go clear the northwest side." The two proceed down the garden path and turn the keep's corner.

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Information Acquisition

Kalaash'arrna nods. "That is sufficient for now. Our discretion is guaranteed. If I must know more, I will contact you at Ghallanda Hall." He accepts the coin. "Good day to you, madam."

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Dragon Towers

The nearest theater is in the enclave itself. Aeny purchases makeup and wigs there for 50 gp, enough for ten uses.

While Dragon Towers is an upper-class district, there are no upper-class residences. Most are middle-class apartments and townhouses, well-maintained and clean, but not lavish or opulent like some of the nearby businesses.

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Clifftop

Aeny had asked guards where the adventurer's wards were, and she was given two names and directions: Clifftop and Deathsgate. She traveled to Clifftop first.

Gray stone towers fill the district, but the streets are lined with an enormous variety of businesses, any possible need fulfilled within a block. Many shops and services cater to adventurers. The crowd is colorful and exotic, with many foreign races and cultures represented.

There are decent apartments and townhouses in good condition and centrally located by the markets, and across a plaza there are also poor tenements, but well-built with lively residents and a pleasant atmosphere.

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Deathsgate

In many regards, Deathsgate is much like Clifftop, but the crowd is not as vibrant, and the businesses both look and feel unsavory, despite many selling professional goods and services. There are middle-class apartments and townhouses in good condition, but the tenements look downtrodden, their residents rough and off-putting.

The apartments and townhouses are located in various parts of the district. Some are hard to find, being off a well-hidden road or up an obscure walkway. Others are located in small, gated communities. The tenements are near the markets, quite easy to find, but dirty and shady in atmosphere.

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Dragoneyes

Dragoneyes is a lower-class red light district. Lining the streets are taverns, inns, brothels, pawn shops, and gambling services, other businesses having only a minor presence. The crowd is seedy and disorderly, and people of all races advertise their 'services' on street corners.

Aeny navigates the stone and dirt paths until she finds what she is searching for: a small, unmarked building on one of the larger streets. She is sure this is where the Tyrants meet prospective clients. She enters.

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Shifting Hall

The main room looks like a tavern. Tables furnish the floor, and towards the back is a bar. Six people of various races are relaxing at the tables. Two humans work at the bar. The place has a shady atmosphere but is well-maintained.

One of the humans at the bar looks up to greet Aeny. "Yes?"

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Council Hall

"Excuse me councilor, but are we talking about the same Cloudreavers? They're led by a madwoman who believes one of the Dark Six grants her power every time she sinks a ship, often with the occupants on board! That's not Heavenly Fleet propaganda, it's something her men boasts about themselves. Unless it's changed in the past two years since I've been there, the extent of Port Krez's authority lies with the pimps and drug dealers who kill those that would disrupt their business. Any merchant looking for kindness there would be laughed at and stabbed, not necessarily in that order."

Tural takes a deep breathe and continues to speak, trying to visibly reign in his anger. "Even if these ridiculous claims had any merit, you've shown no impartial proof and for some reason are trying to involve Breland in Lhazaar politics. It's common knowledge the region is incredibly unstable and many Principalities still engage in active piracy, with the Cloudreavers easily being the worst offenders. Spies and subtle machinations are something Khorvaire participates in Councilor. My brother doesn't need agents to know if he finds a newly wrecked hull with corpses floating around it to blame the Reavers. Ask your captains and trading officials how many ships they've lost to Heavenly Fleet versus how many they've lost to the Cloudreavers."

Folding his hands to keep them from forming into fists, Turals softens his expression. "I apologize for my bluntness. Having seen their brutality first hand has colored my disposition and if my tone seemed accusatory, I once again apologize. The Heavenly Fleet wants nothing more than a positive relation with the Breland and the city of Sharn. However, my protests do stand. Before we even entertain taxing our embassy, I insist on having factual evidence provided by an impartial agent. One that we both interview and agree on. The evidence itself should be examined by both mundane and magical means. I realize this may seem unreasonable, but these accusations may set a dangerous precedent and I want everything as above board as possible."

Haldorak does not appear to be deliberately lying, but Tural has a hunch that he is being deceptive.

"These claims are outlandish," says Haldorak. "The Cloudreavers have long been trading partners with Sharn."

"Okay," says Sava, "they pillage our merchant vessels and sell the goods back to us through the black market. Do they sound like trading partners to you? I support Ambassador Lorrister's proposal: We reconvene after a cross-examination of the evidence."

Sava appears trustworthy.

"I agree," says Sorik. "But the Cloudreaver representative left last morning. We won't see him again for some months yet. In the meantime, I recommend we take the issue of spies off the table. We obviously cannot take the Cloudreavers at their word."

Sorik appears trustworthy.

Haldorak sighs. "Strange. One would think a diplomat's word is trustworthy. So, are you really going to support the Heavenly Fleet on this issue? The nation with a history of aggression in Cloudreaver territory?"

"I must agree," says Ilyra, speaking for the first time since her introduction. "Antagonizing the Cloudreavers will hurt our trade, since many of our merchant vessels often pass through the waters they control. All for what? Saving an embassy from paying a trivial amount in taxes?"

Ilyra is hard to read. Tural cannot seem to get a grasp on her intentions.

"They're sinking our ships anyways," says Sava. "It's not like anything will change."

"Unaffiliated pirates are sinking our ships," says Haldorak. "I don't suppose you have proof of this... theory that the Cloudreavers are sending these pirates?"

"Other than hundreds of sailors' testimonials? No, I guess not." Sava glares at Haldorak, her tone dripping sarcasm.

"Well, we can hardly trust drunken louts." Haldorak sighs. "Look, Sharn's people will crucify you if the Cloudreavers start hitting our merchant vessels because you are too stubborn to start putting in sanctions against warlike nations, such as the Heavenly Fleet."

"The Heavenly Fleet is warlike?" Sava looks flabbergasted. "What about the Cloudreavers?"

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Lareth Hall

"Most of it will be collecting arcane relics," says Francis, matching Macawi's gaze. "Action, as you say, not study."

ylvathrall

2015-06-06, 06:28 PM

Wilhelm

"The arcana department, eh?" Wilhelm says. "Well, then, I believe I know my next destination. If you need to get in touch with me, you can send a message for Wilhelm at Ghallanda Hall. If not, I'll see you in three days." He bows, alters his appearance to the likeness of the bartender from Robern's Hall the previous evening, and leaves the room. Once outside, he adjusts the clothing as well, making it a bit more appropriate for a scholar.

He then goes looking for the arcana department in Lareth Hall, making conversation with the others if they accompany him. If necessary, he asks someone for directions. Having found the arcana department, he looks around briefly and then mutters a quick incantation.

Diplomacy (if necessary): [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]
Detect Magic and concentrate

giles92

2015-06-06, 07:35 PM

"If this was just about taxes, we wouldn't be having this meeting. Having this proposal go through means that Sharn is allying with the Cloudreavers against the Heavenly Fleet and others, without even validating their claims. And by others I do in fact mean the nations of Q'barra, Zilargo, Aerenal, and Darguun, each of which suffer far more Cloudreaver attacks than Breland. To be perfectly honest, this entire meeting feels ridiculous. The Cloudreavers reputation for brutality has been common knowledge in the Principalities for literally centuries. They're known for these practices the same way Thrane is known for religious fervor or Karrnath is known for using the undead. Simply speaking, it's so widely accepted to be truth that anyone who's had dealings with them considers it to be fact."

Tural fixes Haldorak with a deep stare. "I understand your position Councilor, but anyone who's told you the Cloudreavers aren't evil, murderous bastards is either greatly misinformed themselves or lying. My position on the matter stands. Either provide proof using the method I outlined or force the issue legally with a vote. Fair warning, that won't be easy. The Cloudreavers have dozens of enemies because of their aforementioned habits of thievery, rape, and murder, not to mention worship of the Devourer. Speaking bluntly, anyone who tries to champion them as victims has an uphill battle and the hill itself is made of broken glass. Now, unless you have some either business?"

If he does have other business, Tural will stay and discuss it. If not, I'm okay with letting Haldorak have the last word.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-06, 11:19 PM

Shadow

Shadow stays hidden for now and just waits to see what happens next. He inches up a bit to try and get a better view.

I assume none of them are standing directly under the belfry right now and its not yet sunrise/first bell.

If shadow doesn't have a view of the belfry, he'll move at half speed sticking to the shadows to get a better look.

Taking 10 on stealth : 22
taking 10 on perception: 19

The Hellbug

2015-06-07, 10:33 AM

Gil

"And a good one to you, sir," replies Gil as he stands and extends his hand once more. "I'll eagerly be awaiting any news from you," he says as they shake hands, before hoisting his pack once more and exiting the the building.

After leaving Information Acquisition, Gil once more looks for a quiet place to change his disguise back to that of Geoffrey Magellis, preferably after putting a few blocks between himself and Information Acquisition. Emerging from his hiding spot, he retrieves his near-empty coinpurse from his belt, weighing it thoughtfully in his hand. He knows he won't last long in this city without a source of income, so he heads to a nearby tavern or inn, asking about if anyone has heard of any work for adventurers in Sharn.

Perception to make sure he's not followed from Information Acquisition: take 10 for 21.
Knowledge (Local) to think of any places nearby that might know who's hiring adventurers: take 10 for 19

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-07, 12:27 PM

Before Aeny enters the Shifting Hall, she adjusts her clothing, pulling the fabric up over her dragonmark in an intentionally "half-thought attempt" to hide it. The goal wasn't to prevent the Tyrants from seeing that she was Dragonmarked so much as making them think she was hiding from her house. Additionally, she take the time to prepare two of her spells. She casts one of them them about the corner from the place and puts on a worried face just before she enters.

As Aeny enters, she steps to the bar and slides into one of the stools, sitting down. Considering the difficulty of finding the place, she's not too particularly worried about them thinking she's out to get them, so she doesn't delay in replying but makes sure to display nerves. "I've been told this is where do go if a traveler wants a quiet drink to forget their name."

Subtracted 50gp.

Preparing Honeyed Tongue and Glibness into Savvy Preparation slots 2/3. Casting Honeyed Tongue.

2nd level spells: 6/7

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-07, 08:52 PM

Macawi ponders the idea briefly before responding,"I approve of and agree to your terms. I must ask though: I have an associate that may join me depending on where this relic hunting occurs. Is there a problem with this?"

Othniel

2015-06-08, 12:42 AM

Hrodgar

"I will go with you," Hrodgar offers. He follows along with Wilhelm to Lareth Hall, and along with the other man's possible request for directions, adding his own request in for the location of Laserie Arindal.

annulus

2015-06-08, 02:36 PM

Lareth Hall

The Department of Arcana occupies an entire wing of Lareth Hall. The hallways are almost empty besides the occasional professor rushing by. The majority of rooms are laboratories, workshops, faculty offices, and lecture halls. The classes taught here appear advanced, and their students seem older than most. Wilhelm and Hrodgar notice the offices of the department heads, one for each school of arcana. Hrodgar finds Laserie Arindal's office. The brass by the door reads: Senior Conjurer Laserie Arindal. The Director of Arcana has the largest office in the wing, situated at the end of the hall, past the department heads' offices.

Wilhelm casts his spell.

Wilhelm detects nothing in the halls, but whenever any of the rooms' doors open or close, he feels the presence of magic. Almost all of the doors are locked, but students and professors regularly use them.
In one of the faculty offices marked Senior Enchanter Francis Bymoor, Macawi is conversing, unbeknownst to Wilhelm and Hrodgar.

Macawi ponders the idea briefly before responding,"I approve of and agree to your terms. I must ask though: I have an associate that may join me depending on where this relic hunting occurs. Is there a problem with this?"

"This is fine," says Francis. "My friend in the Order goes by Chandler Deumus." He hands Macawi a signet ring. "Give him this, he'll know you come with my recommendation. Is there anything else?"

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Council Hall

"If this was just about taxes, we wouldn't be having this meeting. Having this proposal go through means that Sharn is allying with the Cloudreavers against the Heavenly Fleet and others, without even validating their claims. And by others I do in fact mean the nations of Q'barra, Zilargo, Aerenal, and Darguun, each of which suffer far more Cloudreaver attacks than Breland. To be perfectly honest, this entire meeting feels ridiculous. The Cloudreavers reputation for brutality has been common knowledge in the Principalities for literally centuries. They're known for these practices the same way Thrane is known for religious fervor or Karrnath is known for using the undead. Simply speaking, it's so widely accepted to be truth that anyone who's had dealings with them considers it to be fact."

Tural fixes Haldorak with a deep stare. "I understand your position Councilor, but anyone who's told you the Cloudreavers aren't evil, murderous bastards is either greatly misinformed themselves or lying. My position on the matter stands. Either provide proof using the method I outlined or force the issue legally with a vote. Fair warning, that won't be easy. The Cloudreavers have dozens of enemies because of their aforementioned habits of thievery, rape, and murder, not to mention worship of the Devourer. Speaking bluntly, anyone who tries to champion them as victims has an uphill battle and the hill itself is made of broken glass. Now, unless you have some either business?"

Haldorak sighs. "I see you're unwilling to budge on your prejudices."

"This meeting is a waste of time," says Ilyra.

"I agree," says Sava. She turns to Tural. "On behalf of the Council, I apologize for this farce."

"No consensus is reached," says Sorik. "Borian, I assume you intend to put through the vote?"

Haldorak nods. "Of course."

Sorik regards Haldorak coolly before speaking to Tural. "Ambassador, even if the Council votes for Haldorak's proposition—" he shoots Ilyra a nasty glare "—our King will never let this be. I will update you should anything change. I do not know when Borian intends on pushing this issue. In the meantime, you must be a busy man. We shall not keep you."

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Coldflame Keep

Shadow quietly moves to the keep's corner for a better view. The two half-orcs are walking around the garden behind the keep. One is admiring the view from Sharn's walls onto the plains far below. The other is looking at the nighttime streets of High Hope through the metal fencing. The second says, "Think there's going to be trouble?"

The first replies, "I don't know? Just focus on your watch." They are silent thereafter.

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Underlook

No one follows Gil. He finds an empty alleyway to change back. Before long, he is on the streets again. He knows of a tavern in Clifftop, merely a short walk from Underlook, called the Drunken Dragon, where adventurers regularly meet, drink, and discuss employment. Clifftop also has the Clifftop Adventurers Guild, which uses organizational connections to arrange employment for its members.

Alternatively, farther away there is Redblade's Tavern, an establishment in Deathsgate district of Middle Tavick's Landing that serves the same function as Drunken Dragon, except that it has a shadier reputation. Nearby is the Deathsgate Guild, an adventurers guild that often clashes in fierce rivalry with Clifftop's guild. The Deathsgate Guild often offers "irregular" jobs.

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The Shifting Hall

As Aeny enters, she steps to the bar and slides into one of the stools, sitting down. Considering the difficulty of finding the place, she's not too particularly worried about them thinking she's out to get them, so she doesn't delay in replying but makes sure to display nerves. "I've been told this is where do go if a traveler wants a quiet drink to forget their name."

Those at the tables glance at Aeny briefly. The human at the bar nods. "You've heard correctly. Please, have a drink on the house and share with us your distress." He pours a glass of cider and sets it on the counter.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-08, 06:51 PM

Shadow

"Hrm, they seem to watching the approaches rather than focus on the belfry." Shadow thought to himself. "They must be here to intercept me. Doesn't take six guys to pick up a package." he surmised. Shadow paused for a brief moment and tried to assest their capabilities. He creeps a little closer to the man on the wall. He takes a moment to activate his hate of disguise and make him look like the half-orc, or as best he can make out given the lighting conditions. As he draws closer, he activates his cloak and turns completely invisible.

Sneaking closer to the man, he pulls out his glowing holy symbol so he can see properly and plunges his sword at the Half-orc's side hoping to hit something vital.

"Hello. Nice night for a stroll." he whispers in Orc.

OOC:

-Shadow uses 'study target' on both half-orcs. Uses his hat of disguise to try and look like the Half-orc on the wall. Uses 1 charge of his vanisher cloak for invisibility for three rounds. Move silently towards the half-orc. Then he pulls out his light source and attacks.

Stealth : 22

Attack: [roll0] (+11 + 2 studied target +2 for being invisible ) - ignores dex bonus to AC, if any.
Damage: [roll1] (+4 str, +2 studied target)
Sneak damage: [roll2]

If the half-orc is hit, also needs a DC 13 fort save vs poison/unconcious

Status:

Shadow
HP: 55
AC: 21 (18+3 from stance)
Init: [roll3]

Effects: none

The Hellbug

2015-06-08, 06:53 PM

Gil

Gil spends the remainder of the afternoon wandering through shops on his way to Deathsgate. As the sun begins to set in the evening, he finds himself at his destination: Redblade's Tavern. He winces a little at the name on the sign, but he has a character to keep. With one last deep breath before entering, he pushes open the door.

Once inside, Gil strides over to the bar and orders and ale, nothing special. While he's waiting for his drink, he takes a quick look over the establishment and his patrons. When the bartender returns with his drink, Gil thanks him or her and lays a gold piece down on the counter, inquiring, "I haven't been in town recently, but I remember this is a place where a traveler could find rumors of work. Heard anything that might interest an honest and, perhaps more importantly, quiet inquisitive recently?"

ylvathrall

2015-06-08, 10:43 PM

Wilhelm

Wilhelm goes to the office of the head of the enchanting department and knocks firmly on the door. "Good morning," he calls, loudly enough to be sure that anyone inside will hear. "Might I come in? As a fellow practitioner of the arcane, I'm quite eager to make your acquaintance."

Diplomacy roll (if necessary) [roll0]
If Wilhelm does not get a response, he will try the doors of other enchanters until either he gets a response or it becomes clear that he isn't going to.

Othniel

2015-06-08, 11:13 PM

Hrodgar

He reads aloud: "Senior Conjurer Laserie Arindal" and knocks on the door. If it opens, he bows low and introduces himself:

"Good day to you. My name is Hrodgar, and I am a bit of an "adventuresome" shaman who has joined the Xen'drick expedition with two others, a Wilhelm and Lilianna. I was told by a Mr. Obert that the Senior Conjurer not only knew about spirits, but knew some as well. I simply had to meet you." He gestures to Asteria, who has once again alighted upon his shoulder. "I know several spirits as well, and others who deal with spirits are so...few."

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-09, 10:09 AM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

The woman nods, taking a sniff of the drink to figure out just what it was before taking a sip - there was no point in these people drugging or killing a potential sale, so she wan't worried about either of those. Thinking quickly, she realized she had two choices: lie outright and hope they didn't notice, or build them up based on some manner of the truth. She decided on the latter, wishing that she had cast the lying spell before she entered.

"I was training to be a guardian for the Sibling Kings of Aerenal," she started, closing her eyes to take another sip. "I made a grave mistake, paying for it with my honor and place alongside my ancestors. My name is a liability now." It was... technically true. Long enough behind her that this human would have likely been suckling his mother's breast when it had happened, and speaking of her true surname, but still.

Since it's still bluffing. Taking 10, for 25, plus whatever modifiers may exist for using truth in a bluff.

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-09, 08:27 PM

Macawi takes the ring and places it in a belt pouch. "Thank you. I just need to know where to find this Order. Is it somewhere in this complex?"

annulus

2015-06-10, 05:57 PM

Coldflame Keep

"Hello. Nice night for a stroll." he whispers in Orc.

Shadow's sword plunges into the half-orc's back, eliciting a loud yelp. The half-orc draws his falchion, spins, and strikes in one fluid motion. "Ambush!" he yells. He is obviously very badly hurt.

The other half-orc draws his bow and rapidly fires off an arrow. "Ambush!" he yells as well. "Ambush!"

Link to tactical map. (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/16XkPaEzJPJRmQgmgQQXnNaCT6fOf2Ndzvbx3rYg3K3k/edit?usp=sharing)

Surprise: Shadow gets the drop
Initiatives: Half-orc (closer), half-orc (farther), Shadow

Turn 1: Half-orc (closer) draw weapon; attack Shadow [roll0] (critical on 18-20, confirm [roll1]) for damage [roll2]
Turn 2: Half-orc (farther) draw weapon; attack Shadow [roll3] (x3 critical on 20, confirm [roll4]) for damage [roll5]

Shadow's turn.

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Redblade's

Redblade's is practically furnished and decorated with old weapons and armors adorning the walls. The place is packed with adventurers. A half-orc man attends to the bar.

Once inside, Gil strides over to the bar and orders and ale, nothing special. While he's waiting for his drink, he takes a quick look over the establishment and his patrons. When the bartender returns with his drink, Gil thanks him or her and lays a gold piece down on the counter, inquiring, "I haven't been in town recently, but I remember this is a place where a traveler could find rumors of work. Heard anything that might interest an honest and, perhaps more importantly, quiet inquisitive recently?"

The half-orc returns with Gil's drink and accepts the gold. "Much appreciated, stranger. I hear Watch Commander Iyanna ir'Talan and Royal Counsel Destir ir'Kade are looking to retain inquisitives."

"An inquisitive?" says a human woman sitting to Gil's left. A vicious scar cuts across her face. "Not with the Finders Guild? Perhaps you should join; it'd save you the trouble of begging in taverns."

A disheveled dwarf man sitting to Gil's right says, "Just a lad looking for work." He grins at Gil. "Hey there, newcomer. Why don't you introduce yourself?"

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Lareth Hall

Lilianna wanders about the hallways.

Wilhelm goes to the office of the head of the enchanting department and knocks firmly on the door. "Good morning," he calls, loudly enough to be sure that anyone inside will hear. "Might I come in? As a fellow practitioner of the arcane, I'm quite eager to make your acquaintance."

The door swings open, revealing Macawi and a human man, the latter presumably Senior Enchanter Francis Bymoor. "Come on in," says Francis.

Macawi takes the ring and places it in a belt pouch. "Thank you. I just need to know where to find this Order. Is it somewhere in this complex?"

"No," says Francis. "It's in Clifftop." He gives directions.
The door to Laserie's office opens, revealing large piles of boxes and papers. Laserie, an elf woman, is moving the boxes into a portable hole. She looks up at the new arrival.

"Good day to you. My name is Hrodgar, and I am a bit of an "adventuresome" shaman who has joined the Xen'drick expedition with two others, a Wilhelm and Lilianna. I was told by a Mr. Obert that the Senior Conjurer not only knew about spirits, but knew some as well. I simply had to meet you." He gestures to Asteria, who has once again alighted upon his shoulder. "I know several spirits as well, and others who deal with spirits are so...few."

"Obert," says Laserie distastefully. "Why does he keep sending annoyances my way? Well, I'm about to leave on an expedition. If there's something you want, it'll have to wait a week or more." A creature, tiny in size but a dragon in appearance, alights on her shoulder. "Unless it's quick. Well?"

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The Shifting Hall

"I was training to be a guardian for the Sibling Kings of Aerenal,"[/B] she started, closing her eyes to take another sip. "I made a grave mistake, paying for it with my honor and place alongside my ancestors. My name is a liability now." It was... technically true. Long enough behind her that this human would have likely been suckling his mother's breast when it had happened, and speaking of her true surname, but still.

The bartender stares blankly. "What's a 'Sibling King'? Where's Aerenal?"

"Excuse my colleague's ignorance," says the other bartender. "Or should I say, colleagues' ignorance, for it is hardly limited to this dunce beside me."

The first bartender playfully punches the second on the shoulder.

"Your background," the second continues, "is unimportant to us, and your trust in revealing the parts you have shan't be betrayed. We can do business, that is, if you care to share exactly what it is you want from us."

Othniel

2015-06-10, 07:20 PM

Hrodgar

"Well, er, I just thought maybe you might like to meet another who traffics in spirits. We might have much to learn of from each other," he says, "And from each other's spirits." He points to Asteria who is busy eyeing the tiny dragon. "This is Asteria, and uh...well, there are two others inside me." Thinking the woman might be in a hurry, and not wanting to hold her up, he adds, "I would be happy to wait and speak with you when you return, if you are interested. I also am leaving on an expedition, probably within a few days."

Diplomacy to improve her attitude toward Hrodgar: [roll0]

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-10, 09:40 PM

[b]Shadow[b]

Shadow caught the first Half-orc's attack on his sword, and batted it aside just as an arrow sailed over his head. He grew very concerned that his opponent while gravely injured - was still able to mount an attack at all.

"If the other five are as tough and skilled with weapons, this is going to be long morning" he thinks to himself.

Shadow brought both his blades to bear on the injured half-orc trying to bring the odds to 5 vs 1 as quickly as possible. He launched a quick series of stabbing attacks then took a step back to confirm the half-orc was down so he could change targets.

Both the attacks against Shadow missed.

Full attack vs the injured half-orc

Main hand:
Attack 1: [roll0] (crit 19-20, confirm [roll1] )
Damage 1: [roll2]

Attack 2: [roll3] (crit 19-20, confirm [roll4] )
Damage 2: [roll5]

Off Hand:
Attack 3: [roll6] (crit 19-20, confirm [roll7] )
Damage 3: [roll8]

Attack 4: [roll9] (crit 19-20, confirm [roll10] )
Damage 4: [roll11]

If the off-hand attacks are used and hit, then the half orc needs to make another DC 13 poison save vs unconscious. Hopefully the off hand attacks aren't necessary and the poison can be saved.

Movement: take a 5 ft step from k2 to L3

Status:

Shadow
Location: L3
HP: 55
AC: 21 (18+3 from stance)
Init: 5

Effects: none

The Hellbug

2015-06-10, 11:32 PM

Gil

Gil addresses the dwarf first, shaking his hand as he does so, "The name's Geoffrey Magellis. Until recently I did freelance work out of Fairhaven. Unfortunately, the results of my last job drew the attention of some unpleasant people; had to make myself scarce real quick. Now I'm looking to set down some roots here in Sharn." After this quick introduction, he turns to the scarred woman on his left. "I was a freelance for a reason. Didn't like have the same boss looming over me job after job. Sure, the money's not as good, but I'd far rather work on a take-it-or-leave-it basis, especially when the alternative is to work for a dragonmarked house--they've never rubbed me the right way," he explains, "But, that is the same reason I'm not the retainer type. I was thinking something less long-term for now."

This is a lie, of course. Gil took immense pride in his work while he worked as a spy for Aundair, but that's not what these people would want to hear, and, more importantly, he's looking for work that will have less strings attached to it.

Take 10 for the backstory bluff for 21.

ylvathrall

2015-06-11, 12:18 AM

Wilhelm

"Thank you kindly," Wilhelm says, stepping inside. He gives Macawi a cold look as he does so. He doesn't know what the giant is doing here, but it seems like a fair assumption that it's something nefarious. He hasn't forgotten that near-fight with the paladin earlier, either. Anybody willing to pick an open fight with a paladin is bad news in one way or another. Probably not far from Wilhelm's own relationship with them, but still bad news.

Returning his attention to the enchanter, he bows deeply."Good morning," he says again. "I am a student of the arcane, only recently arrived in your fair city. As such, and given that my own specialty lies in the arts of enchantment, I thought that I should introduce myself to you. Surely, I thought, if there was anyone in this city who could tell me where I might find myself in the company of like-minded individuals, it would be a fellow such as yourself."

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-11, 09:30 PM

Macawi spares a glance for the interrupter and then bows curtly to Bymoor. "May our partnership be a fruitful one." He then walks out without looking further at Wilhelm. He then heads back to the inn to meet with Jolt.

annulus

2015-06-12, 05:01 PM

Lareth Hall

As Lilianna ambles in the hallways, four grim, heavily-armed adventurers walk past her. They enter the office of Laserie Arindal, Senior Conjurer.

"Well, er, I just thought maybe you might like to meet another who traffics in spirits. We might have much to learn of from each other," he says, "And from each other's spirits." He points to Asteria who is busy eyeing the tiny dragon. "This is Asteria, and uh...well, there are two others inside me." Thinking the woman might be in a hurry, and not wanting to hold her up, he adds, "I would be happy to wait and speak with you when you return, if you are interested. I also am leaving on an expedition, probably within a few days."

Laserie weaves through the stacked boxes in her office in search of something. The office is surprisingly large, though with boxes occupying most of the floorspace it seems smaller. She holds her hands forwards and chants some arcane words. She then says, "Move the marked things into the portable hole." The boxes in the room begin floating through the air into the portable hole.

"So much easier!" she says. She turns her attention to Hrodgar. "Atras is no spirit, nor is he spirit-possessed. He is my companion, and we share an arcane bond. You say you have two spirits within you? I've met before those who contract with spirits, but I suspect you are not one of those." She sidesteps a box which almost bumps into her as it floats its way to the portable hole. "Very interesting, indeed. But this is a distraction, and I'm about to leave. If I return in one piece, feel free to stop by my office.

"In the meantime, stop by the Great Hall or Shava House before you head out. Your story will interest many there."

The door opens, revealing four grim, heavily-armed adventurers. Their leader glances at Hrodgar curiously, but otherwise ignores him and steps forward, saying, "Are we ready, Senior Conjurer?"

The boxes had finished piling into the portable hole, though many still remained on the floor, and the room was still a mess. Laserie pulls the sides of the portable hole together and it becomes a small sheet of cloth. She folds it and places it in her haversack. "Yes," she says. "Prepare yourselves." She addresses Hrodgar. "Anything else you want to say?"

Returning his attention to the enchanter, he bows deeply."Good morning," he says again. "I am a student of the arcane, only recently arrived in your fair city. As such, and given that my own specialty lies in the arts of enchantment, I thought that I should introduce myself to you. Surely, I thought, if there was anyone in this city who could tell me where I might find myself in the company of like-minded individuals, it would be a fellow such as yourself."

"I'm always happy to discuss enchanters and enchantments," says Francis. "But indeed, you may be interested in the Arcane Society. More often than not I'm too busy with departmental politics." He sighs. "Usually picking up after Laserie, whose social graces leave much to be desired. Anyhow, so there's the Arcane Society. There's the Enchanter's Corner in Shava House. You could try one of the wizards circles; they often have specialist enchanters among their members.

"Well, how have you like Sharn so far? It is impressive, is it not? Such a diverse city... I am happy to live here."

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Coldflame Keep

The half-orc dodges Shadow's first strike, but the second opens a large gash on the half-orc's side. The half-orc remains standing and conscious, but looks to be near death. He turns and attempts to climb the metal fencing.

The other half-orc releases another arrow, yelling, "Keeper take you!"

The keep's windows begin lighting up. Shadow hears commotion through the nearest window. The shutters are thrown open and light pours through. A frightened human girl in a nightgown looks out.

AoO: Shadow (if takes AoO) attacks and criticals for a total of 16 damage. The half-orc dies immediately.
Turn 1: Half-orc (farther) attacks [roll0] (x3 critical on 20, confirm [roll1]) for [roll2] damage.

Shadow's turn.

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Redblade's

Gil addresses the dwarf first, shaking his hand as he does so, "The name's Geoffrey Magellis. Until recently I did freelance work out of Fairhaven. Unfortunately, the results of my last job drew the attention of some unpleasant people; had to make myself scarce real quick. Now I'm looking to set down some roots here in Sharn." After this quick introduction, he turns to the scarred woman on his left. "I was a freelance for a reason. Didn't like have the same boss looming over me job after job. Sure, the money's not as good, but I'd far rather work on a take-it-or-leave-it basis, especially when the alternative is to work for a dragonmarked house--they've never rubbed me the right way," he explains, "But, that is the same reason I'm not the retainer type. I was thinking something less long-term for now."

The dwarf grins. "Nice to meet you, Geoffrey. I'm Grimund. The lady's Hilde." He takes a deep gulp of his drink. "Heh, heh. I know your story, boy. It's a common tale 'round these parts. Hilde's the same type."

Hilde raises an eyebrow. "You, on the other hand, are just a drunkard."

"We can't all have scary backgrounds." Grimund laughs.

The bartender addresses Gil. "One shot jobs, eh? Let's see... Daphane d'Kundarak wants information on a missing friend. It's pretty well-known there's a big bounty on this job. Some five thousand gold. What else... Javan Tomollan is hiring inquisitives. What for, I don't know, but I'd guess it's merchant business. What else... There's talk of warforged down in Blackbones looking to hire some inquisitives, but they don't got a lot of money, so take the job at your own risk, I'd say. I don't know what they're after or who they are, since it's really just a rumor I heard."

Hilde says, "I might also have a job for you. That is, if you're any good."

Grimund's eyes widen. "You're not thinking...?"

Hilde leans back disdainfully. "I'm always thinking, unlike you."

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University District

Jolt and Macawi meet with no issue. The two form a strange pair, attracting furtive glances from the customers of The Tome and Feather.

bcool999

2015-06-12, 05:43 PM

Jolt spots Macawi returning and says, "My inquires were unsuccessful. As we talked about before I am still open to a partnership if you are. As long as whatever task you aim to accomplish does not conflict with my oaths."

With that said, Jolt is ready to follow Macawi to his destination.

ylvathrall

2015-06-12, 08:14 PM

Wilhelm

Wilhelm nods along. "Sharn really is a magnificent city," he agrees. "There are very few places in this world where someone such as myself can go to blend into the crowd, you know? It's a shame I'm leaving again in just a few days. Accompanying one of your colleagues to Xen'drik on an archaeological expedition, in fact." He shrugs. "But hopefully I'll be back very soon. In the meantime I think I'll check out the Arcane Society, or maybe one of the wizards' circles, if you could give me directions? Like I said, I'm very new here, and I'd hate to wander off a tower by accident."

Othniel

2015-06-12, 11:32 PM

Hrodgar

"No, ma'am, nothing else. I will stop by the Great Hall and Shava House, and see what I might find there. I also hope to stop by if you return. Safe journey to you!" Hrodgar leaves with a bow and heads in the direction of the Great Hall, asking for directions on the way to both the Great Hall and Shava House.

The Hellbug

2015-06-13, 02:07 AM

Gil

At the mention of the bounty, Gil's eyes widen, but he waits for Hilde to finish before speaking. "Five thousand is my kind of money, but with a purse that large, every bounty hunter from here to Wroat will be in on the chase," he says before looking at Grimund and then back to Hilde. "Thinking of what, I might ask. I assure you that I'm very skilled, and that my services don't come cheap. We all have expenses to pay, after all." A job from two random pub patrons might be risky, but if that were the case they would almost certainly make it worth his while. Geoffrey would be interested, after all, and he could always track down this Daphane d'Kundarak if Hilde's job sounded to risky.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-13, 02:47 AM

Shadow

Just as he finished off the first half-orc, an arrow bit into his shoulder "Gah!" he says.

"Go back inside Miss and be safe." Shadow calls up to the human female.

With a grunt he charges at the second half-orc and lunges at him with his sword. "So much for scaring them off." He thinks to himself.

Charge to V3

Attack: [roll0] crit 19-20 [roll1] (+11 normal +2 charge, +2 studied target )

Damage: [roll2]
I *think* this weapon is still poisoned : DC 13 vs unconscious

Status:

Shadow
Location: V3
HP: 52/55
AC: 19 (18+3 from stance, -2 charge)
Init: 5

Effects: none

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-13, 10:15 AM

"I have been asked to head to Clifftop to speak with Chandler Deumus about a matter that is currently pressing me. Then I will work as an assistant to Francis Bymoor in artifact collection. Care to come along?"

bcool999

2015-06-13, 11:21 AM

Jeis nods and says, "I will come along. At the very least it will put the patrons here at ease." Once they are outside and moving towards their destination Jolt asks, "You mentioned artifact collection earlier. Assuming that collection does not mean stealing, these artifacts will likely be in dangerous locations. If we are working together it would be best to know each other's strengths. Mine strengths lie in charging through enemies or obstacles in my path, but I also know a few battle prayers which can inspire warriors to ignore their wounds. I know neither fear, nor hesitation, and I fight with sword and fist. My body can likewise stand up to severe punishment."

Basically Jolt is saying that he is a Pallysader (paladin crusader) and a touch of Warforged Juggernant on top.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-13, 03:58 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

Aeny listens quietly to the pair banter, letting them go back and forth for a minute. These two children were the last things she was worried would get word back to the homeland... but in hindsight that was probably not the best path for her to take. She would need to be better. Nodding to them, she continued. "Thank you for your discretion, sirs. I need a name and one of the 'IDs' that are used here; something that can stand up to everyday life. Getting in trouble with the law won't be a problem for me."

annulus

2015-06-13, 09:05 PM

Clifftop

Clifftop's buildings are drab, grey towers, but the streets are crowded with colorful and exotic people, representing races and cultures from across Khorvaire. The businesses cater towards adventurers and explorers.

Here, neither Jolt nor Macawi receive much attention.

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The Esoteric Order of Aureon

The Order's white marble tower soars high above the neighboring towers. Its masonry shimmers as though it is made of light. The grand front doors open for Jolt and Macawi.

The tower's entrance hall is opulent. Behind a marble desk sit two receptionists. Mages scurry about carrying scrolls and staffs. A young man is arguing heatedly with one of the receptionists. "What do you mean, I'm not allowed in?" he says. "My stuff's still in the workshop!"

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Lareth Hall

Wilhelm nods along. "Sharn really is a magnificent city," he agrees. "There are very few places in this world where someone such as myself can go to blend into the crowd, you know? It's a shame I'm leaving again in just a few days. Accompanying one of your colleagues to Xen'drik on an archaeological expedition, in fact." He shrugs. "But hopefully I'll be back very soon. In the meantime I think I'll check out the Arcane Society, or maybe one of the wizards' circles, if you could give me directions? Like I said, I'm very new here, and I'd hate to wander off a tower by accident."

"Directions? Of course," says Francis. He gives directions. "You mentioned an expedition to Xen'drik? You must be with Obert Tabryg, then! Xen'drik's a terribly dangerous place, but our university organizes expeditions very often. I guess I'm glad enchanters mostly work in civilized places." He laughs. "Discomfort's not for me."

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Great Hall of Aureon

Hrodgar had no trouble getting directions from the Watch's patrols, and quickly found his way to the Great Hall.

The Great Hall has magnificent architecture. Its interiors are spacious and crowded but mostly quiet, save for the occasional conversation. In the main chamber is a massive statue of a wizard leaning on a quarterstaff. The floorspace before the statue is crowded with people praying.

The Great Hall has several departments, each with their own wing, each representing a field of knowledge. Arcana. Engineering. Dungeoneering. Geography. History. Politics. Nature. Royalty. Religion. Cosmology. Psionics.

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Redblade's

At the mention of the bounty, Gil's eyes widen, but he waits for Hilde to finish before speaking. "Five thousand is my kind of money, but with a purse that large, every bounty hunter from here to Wroat will be in on the chase," he says before looking at Grimund and then back to Hilde. "Thinking of what, I might ask. I assure you that I'm very skilled, and that my services don't come cheap. We all have expenses to pay, after all."

Hilde orders mead. As she waits she says, "The task I have is unpleasant. I lent councilwoman Boromar money four months ago, but when I went to collect last week, she ordered her guards after me. Not feeling like killing on some politician's estate, I withdrew. But my ears underground tell me she plans on getting rid of me, whether by death or false imprisonment. This isn't the problem: She's no threat. I just want my money."

The bartender delivers Hilde her mead. As she drinks, Grimund says, "Hilde here was once fleet commander in the Navy. Brilliant lass. Had the eyes and ears of the Royal Court. Some folks got scared of her influence, though. Made up stories and got rid of her. Some even tried to kill her." He grinned. "You can probably guess how that went. In the meantime, she got pretty well-known in the underworld. And she even still got friends in the Court and military."

"That's enough out of you," says Hilde. "In any case, the next time I see Ilyra I will probably kill her and take back what's mine; I hate playing these games. But I was thinking of having one more try at non-violence. Geoffrey, if you take this job, you can keep a fifth of the money I'm owed. In full, that's a fifth of ten grand." She takes a sip of her mead. "You can find this loan officially notarized at the City Archives, so you know I'm not playing you. As for me, I'm not doing this myself because Ilyra's guards are Boromar thugs and attack me on sight."

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Coldflame Keep

Shadow strikes the half-orc, who grunts in pain as his blood spatters over the grass. The half-orc turns and runs.

The girl disappears from the window.

I believe Shadow attacked with both his poison applications, which the half-orcs resisted both times.

AoO: Shadow (if takes AoO) attacks for 5 damage. The half-orc looks moderately injured.
Turn 1: Half-orc runs from W4 to W18.

Shadow's turn.

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The Shifting Hall

Nodding to them, she continued. "Thank you for your discretion, sirs. I need a name and one of the 'IDs' that are used here; something that can stand up to everyday life. Getting in trouble with the law won't be a problem for me."

"Very good," says the bartender. "This'll run you a hundred and fifty gold. Okay with you?"

Othniel

2015-06-13, 11:20 PM

Hrodgar

"Mmm...Religion, I suppose," Hrodgar mutters to himself and heads toward that wing. He keeps an eye out for any kind of informational desk, and failing that for anyone that looks like they might know anything. If he finds such a person, he inquires as to whether they have anyone who studies spirits.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-14, 03:52 AM

Shadow

Shadow watches the half-orc run off. He glanced at the light shining through the window. "So much for being discrete. I probably should have just stayed out of the way." He curses his blood thirsty nature.

Leaving the archer to flee, he moves back to first half-orc and looks for anything of value to stuff in his pack. Shadow looks around for a handy place to stash the body and tries to quickly duck out of sight before anyone comes back around to investigate.

Of course you are right about the poison usage. I can't count to 2 apparently. Feel free to interrupt Shadow at any point during these actions, not sure if we are out of combat for now.

If Shadow gets a chance to loot the body, he'll look for anything that will fit in his sack and take any weapons of above average quality. He won't bother with the armor - will take way too long.

After looting the body, Shadow will hide his glowing holy symbol and if the outer wall is low enough, pick up and toss the body over the side assuming no one has come into view that fast.

Given a chance he'll hide in the shadows and slink off towards the belfry at half speed - sticking to the edge of the wall for now.

Question: The trees near the belfry, do any of them look big enough to support 279 lbs of warforged at a glance?

Stealth: 22 (taking 10 if possible)

Perception: 19 (taking 10 if possible)

Status:

Shadow
Location: Moving to L2
HP: 52/55
AC: 21
Init: 5

ylvathrall

2015-06-14, 03:00 PM

Wilhelm

"It's Obert's expedition, all right. And normally I'd be right there with you, but tragically, I must weigh the discomforts of a dangerous expedition against those of poverty and boredom." Wilhelm grins. "And besides, I always was too curious for my own good. Anyway, I should probably get going. Good luck with the departmental politics, and maybe I'll look you up after I get back from Xen'drik. We can get drinks or something."

Wilhelm leaves the building, whistling cheerfully. And terribly out of tune, since his cousin was always the one who was good with music, but that doesn't matter too much. Not to him, anyway. He debates it with himself as he walks, but eventually decides on keeping his current appearance. It's fairly appropriate to a wizards' circle, after all, and he can always change it later if he feels like it.

Assuming that the Guild of Starlight and Shadows has a presence in Sharn, Wilhelm will seek them out, following Francis's directions.

The Hellbug

2015-06-14, 10:10 PM

Gil

"Unpleasant is an unfortunate necessity of my work. That said, your offer is definitely something I'm interested in. Just a few questions before I decide one way or another: first, where can I verify that this loan was legally made? And second, I'm new to town here, what do I need to know about Boromar? What's her position on the council, who does she associate with--things like that." Gil waits for Hilde's response before continuing.

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-15, 09:18 AM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

Aeny watches the pair carefully while calculates the numbers in her head; she hadn't expected it to be that much, even considering the cost. Were these two humans pulling wool over her eyes? She doesn't have any real experience with fake identification; considering what she's asking, it's probably not really out of line. "That cost is agreeable." Still, though, she watches them carefully for any sign of lies.

Sense Motive: [roll0]

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-16, 08:26 AM

Macawi shoves past the whiny man. "I am here to see Chandler Deumus. I have been sent by Francis Bymoor and wish to speak with him immediately. I have Bymoor's signet ring as proof of his sending me here."

annulus

2015-06-17, 07:53 PM

Great Hall of Aureon

The religion department is composed of altars, libraries, and offices connected by a central hallway. Numerous temple staff walk around carrying scrolls and tomes. Hrodgar approaches one and receives directions to a specialist's office.

A plaque outside the office reads Sister Marileth Topplespan. In the office is a robed gnome woman sorting books on a shelf. She turns when Hrodgar enters and says, "Hmm? Can I help you, stranger?" Her gaze shifts to Asteria.

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Coldflame Keep

The dead half-orc carried a masterwork falchion, a masterwork composite longbow, a masterwork chain shirt, sixteen arrows, three unidentified potions, an unknown bottled elixir, and 20 gp.

Shadow manages to retrieve five items (not including the chain shirt) and all the gold pieces before he hears others approach. He has time to slink into a nearby tree's shadow.

Through the window where the girl once was stands a human man wielding a bow. At his side is a small, raptor-like creature. Neither spot Shadow. The man looks at the dead half-orc's body and says, "Damn. An early ambush?"

Shadow hears several footsteps by the belfry, but he is not in any position to see.

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Deathsgate

Adventurers, explorers, and mercenaries of many races and cultures walk Deathsgate's streets. The businesses primarily cater to these people. The district's atmosphere is grim and shady.

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The Guild of Starlight and Shadow

A soaring tower rises from amid Deathsgate's buildings. The tower's masonry appears like the night sky, with stars shimmering on a black backdrop. Wilhelm enters and finds himself in a large hall with two receptionists. In the center of the room, a robed elf woman is speaking with a large, bestial-looking humanoid dressed in ragged leather.

"You will not damage it," says the woman.

"I won't, mistress," says the humanoid.

"The punishment will be severe otherwise. Very good. Go, I expect your return very soon."

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Redblade's

"Unpleasant is an unfortunate necessity of my work. That said, your offer is definitely something I'm interested in. Just a few questions before I decide one way or another: first, where can I verify that this loan was legally made? And second, I'm new to town here, what do I need to know about Boromar? What's her position on the council, who does she associate with--things like that." Gil waits for Hilde's response before continuing.

"As I mentioned earlier," says Hilde, "you can find official recognition of my loan in the City Archives. That's in Highest Towers. As for the Boromars—they're a clan of criminals with significant influence in Sharn. I understand Ilyra is the councilwoman representing Lower Dura. She reports directly to Saidan, the Boromar patriarch. I don't know who she associates with, because I really don't care about her personal habits."

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The Shifting Hall

The bartender seems intent on upholding his side of the bargain. He goes quiet for a while as his eyes study Aeny's face and figure. Finally, he says, "Come back in a day. We'll have your papers ready then. Give us fifty gold now, and pay us the rest when you come and collect. Now, last point. Is there a particular name you'd like? A particular place of origin?"

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The Esoteric Order of Aureon

Macawi shoves past the whiny man. "I am here to see Chandler Deumus. I have been sent by Francis Bymoor and wish to speak with him immediately. I have Bymoor's signet ring as proof of his sending me here."

"Watch where you're going!" says the young man, irritated.

The receptionist ignores him and addresses Macawi. "Indeed, his office is on the fifth floor. The stairs are to your right."

The young man steps into Macawi's way. "Hey, what in the hells was that? Have you not heard of manners?" He bristles with indignation.

ylvathrall

2015-06-17, 09:40 PM

Wilhelm

My kind of place, Wilhelm thinks to himself as he walks through Deathsgate. A nice, shady neighborhood, with plenty of suspicious characters all over the place...he feels right at home. And here he'd been nervous that the Guild would be too stuffy and high-class for his tastes.

Having found the building, he takes a moment to admire the architecture and the magic of its appearance before going inside. He looks at the bestial creature for a moment, taking note of its appearance in case he wants it later, and then takes a more general look around, paying particular attention to whether there are any flammable- or fragile-looking things to watch out for.

Once he's satisfied with that, he walks over to the receptionists. He bows to them, returning to his natural form partway through, and straightens with a devilish grin. "Good morning, my fine sirs," he says. "I would like to apply for membership within this illustrious body. Might you, by any chance, be able to direct me as to whom I should inquire with?"

We know Wilhelm's oblivious, but how oblivious is he this time? Let's find out!
[roll0]

bcool999

2015-06-17, 09:52 PM

Jolt

Stepping up behind the belligerent man, Jolt places his battlefist gently on the man's shoulder and says in a quiet voice. "Forgive my compatriot. It seemed as though your grievance would take a while to resolve and he is far more impatient than I." Gently turning the man around so that he can see Jolt's adamantine spiked form he continues, "I am sure you are quite aggrieved about your missing things, but if this workshop is so secure that even you can't get in to retrieve them then you need not worry about thieves stealing them. So you need not holler and yell at the Receptionists who are only doing their job, right?"

[roll0]

The Hellbug

2015-06-17, 10:24 PM

Gil

"Well, that's enough to start off with. You can consider me on the job," Gil replies, standing and extending his hand. After the handshake, he finishes the last gulp of his drink and adds one final question before heading towards the door, "I almost forgot; how can I best contact you. I can do periodic updates if you like, or I can just talk to you when the money's in hand." After Hilde responds to that, he bids her and Grimund farewell and leaves, heading back towards Ghallanda Hall. On the way, he retakes the form of Reina. On arrival, he pays for a space in the common room and tries to make arrangements for the establishment to tell him if anyone comes looking for him. Then, he settles in for the night.

I'm just gonna go ahead and subtract the whole month's expenses from my sheet now. Should be 45 gp.

Edit: Wait, looks like I already did. Silly me.

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-18, 12:53 PM

Shadow

Shadow slid his new acquisitions into his bag and ducked back into the shadows. "Least this covers my expenses thus far..." He moved against the wall and attempted to put some distance between him and the fresh body. "This place is getting quite crowded all of a sudden" he thinks to himself.

Shadow will move at half speed in the direction of T1 if there is sufficient darkness to cover him.

-If Shadow has to choose what he takes, he takes the following for now :

the bow, falchion, elixir and two of the potions.

-Added 20 gp to my character sheet.

Perception: 19
Stealth: 22

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-18, 05:44 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

Aeny rifles through her coinpurse looking for the handful of spare platinum dragons that were in her bag while thinking about her name. As she pulls out the fifth dragon, she looks back up at the bartender. "Ryana. Last name doesn't matter. Somewhere in the Lhazaar Principalities, if you can manage it." It had been decades since she had last seen her family's home in the islands, but if she was called out on being there she'd at least be able to answer the general questions.

After a moment, she drops the five dragons on the counter. "Will these do?"

Deducted 50gp.

giles92

2015-06-19, 08:25 AM

Tural talks to Carroll as they walk back to the embassy. "Haldorak has to know this is a futile effort. I refuse to believe anyone rose to such a high position and is still capable of that kind of idiocy. If the Cloudreaver ambassador was still in town to argue their case, then maybe, but this whole thing is starting to seem like a feint. If my impressions of the Councilors is accurate, odds are the Cloudreavers or the Blood is behind this whole thing and neither would settle for a middling tax."

Turil scratches at his face scruff before continuing, obviously deep in thought. "It's clear Haldorak is going to have some clout in the matter, but not enough to actually pass the tax based on his current evidence. If they actually wanted to force it through, they'd need the Cloudreaver ambassador. But he's gone, so whatever their bigger plan is his presence would disrupt it. I think this whole Heavenly Fleet spy thing is about planting the seeds, so if they did frame use for something major it would seem more plausible. We need to take steps to insure if something does happen, none of our staff could reasonably be blamed. Try to get more people around the embassy for witnesses, make sure if the guards drink they do it in a crowded pub, and step up religious services, possibly with guest preachers at the embassy. Nothing says squeaky clean like an impromptu church."

Slowing down before stopping completely, Turil turns to Carroll and fixes him with a serious stare. I know this whole mess is like fighting sharks in ink, but we've gotta do something before we get more information and re-enforcing our image as holy exemplars descended from angels is never a bad thing. I'll go after the Chalice tonight and hopefully turn something up. Find out what you can on Haldorak. I know he's some kind of banker, but that's pretty much it. The Boromars also seem to have some kind of stake in this, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was just to insure a steady supply of Cloudreaver contraband."

Assuming Carroll doesn't have a question he needs answered, Turil heads back to the embassy and grabs his Val'nar mask. He then sneaks out the window and out towards the Chalice, trying to maintain a low profile.
Acrobatics [roll0]
Stealth [roll1]

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-19, 04:12 PM

Macawi watches has Jolt tires to handle the angry man and slinks off to find Chandler when Jolt turns the angry man around to look at him. Before he goes he tries to catch Jolt's eye and motions that he will be back.

annulus

2015-06-20, 05:34 PM

The Guild of Starlight and Shadows

In the center of the entrance hall, suspended from the ceiling, is an ornate glass chandelier. Mahogany tables and cushioned sofas furnish a lounge section. Large abstract tapestries adorn the walls.

Once he's satisfied with that, he walks over to the receptionists. He bows to them, returning to his natural form partway through, and straightens with a devilish grin. "Good morning, my fine sirs," he says. "I would like to apply for membership within this illustrious body. Might you, by any chance, be able to direct me as to whom I should inquire with?"

The receptionists direct Wilhelm to an administrator's office. Wilhelm climbs a long flight of spiraling stairs, exiting five stories up, and walks down a hallway to a door at the end. There, Wilhelm enters an office marked Master Illusionist Corlen Iderbluff.

Behind a desk is an old, bespectacled gnome man. He looks up and says, "Here for membership? Why don't you have a seat, and we can discuss the details. Please introduce yourself."

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The Esoteric Order of Aureon

Stepping up behind the belligerent man, Jolt places his battlefist gently on the man's shoulder and says in a quiet voice. "Forgive my compatriot. It seemed as though your grievance would take a while to resolve and he is far more impatient than I." Gently turning the man around so that he can see Jolt's adamantine spiked form he continues, "I am sure you are quite aggrieved about your missing things, but if this workshop is so secure that even you can't get in to retrieve them then you need not worry about thieves stealing them. So you need not holler and yell at the Receptionists who are only doing their job, right?"

The man clenches his fists. "It's not thieves I worry about. My former 'colleagues' would no doubt help themselves to my belongings."

A half-elf woman walks in, arms folded. "I'm sure your former 'colleagues' would resent your accusations. No wonder you were kicked out. And who's this?" She looks at Jolt. "I am Transmuter Samara, nice to meet you, stranger." She turns her attention back to the young man. "You've been harassing our members for the last week. Must I call the Watch?"

"But my stuff!"

"You have no stuff."
Chandler Deumus has an office in a quiet hallway on the fifth floor, and outside his door is a plaque reading Master Enchanter Chandler Deumus. Inside, Chandler is sitting behind a desk, absorbed in a thick tome titled Despair: Theory and Application. When Macawi enters, Chandler looks up and says, "A visitor? I've not had one in a while."

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Redblade's

"Well, that's enough to start off with. You can consider me on the job," Gil replies, standing and extending his hand. After the handshake, he finishes the last gulp of his drink and adds one final question before heading towards the door, "I almost forgot; how can I best contact you. I can do periodic updates if you like, or I can just talk to you when the money's in hand."

Hilde nods. "There's two ways of contacting me. The dragonmarked houses will always know where to find me, and that can be used as a last resort if things should go south. The way I'd prefer for you to contact me is to come here and tell Redblade you want a meeting." She motions to the bartender. "You may update me at your discretion. Good luck."

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Ghallanda Hall

The common room "Reina" rents has eight elevated bunks and a fireplace. The bunks have clean sheets and the fireplace burns warmly. Three humans and an elf, all women, share the room. They are polite and quiet.

In the morning, "Reina" is the first to awake. Sunlight beams in through the open windows.

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Coldflame Keep

Shadow is not spotted as he slips away. Around the keep's corner, a dwarf and two half-orcs appear. They are moving towards the dead half-orc's body.

Shadow finds himself overlooking the lands outside Sharn far below. The distances involved are immense. Massive trees appear as small figures on the landscape. Individual people are barely noticeable, but the lanterns they carry are visible, their lights slowly following the roads.

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The Shifting Hall

Aeny rifles through her coinpurse looking for the handful of spare platinum dragons that were in her bag while thinking about her name. As she pulls out the fifth dragon, she looks back up at the bartender. "Ryana. Last name doesn't matter. Somewhere in the Lhazaar Principalities, if you can manage it." It had been decades since she had last seen her family's home in the islands, but if she was called out on being there she'd at least be able to answer the general questions.

After a moment, she drops the five dragons on the counter. "Will these do?"

The bartender accepts the platinum. "This is satisfactory. Be back in day, and try to lie low in the meantime."

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Ambassador Towers

Tural talks to Carroll as they walk back to the embassy. [COLOR="#4B0082"]"Haldorak has to know this is a futile effort. I refuse to believe anyone rose to such a high position and is still capable of that kind of idiocy. If the Cloudreaver ambassador was still in town to argue their case, then maybe, but this whole thing is starting to seem like a feint. If my impressions of the Councilors is accurate, odds are the Cloudreavers or the Blood is behind this whole thing and neither would settle for a middling tax."

Turil scratches at his face scruff before continuing, obviously deep in thought. "It's clear Haldorak is going to have some clout in the matter, but not enough to actually pass the tax based on his current evidence. If they actually wanted to force it through, they'd need the Cloudreaver ambassador. But he's gone, so whatever their bigger plan is his presence would disrupt it. I think this whole Heavenly Fleet spy thing is about planting the seeds, so if they did frame use for something major it would seem more plausible. We need to take steps to insure if something does happen, none of our staff could reasonably be blamed. Try to get more people around the embassy for witnesses, make sure if the guards drink they do it in a crowded pub, and step up religious services, possibly with guest preachers at the embassy. Nothing says squeaky clean like an impromptu church."

Slowing down before stopping completely, Turil turns to Carroll and fixes him with a serious stare. I know this whole mess is like fighting sharks in ink, but we've gotta do something before we get more information and re-enforcing our image as holy exemplars descended from angels is never a bad thing. I'll go after the Chalice tonight and hopefully turn something up. Find out what you can on Haldorak. I know he's some kind of banker, but that's pretty much it. The Boromars also seem to have some kind of stake in this, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was just to insure a steady supply of Cloudreaver contraband."

"I agree with your assessment," says Carroll. "You've already a taste of it, but Sharn is hopelessly bureaucratic. As you say, it's likely that Haldorak intends on turning this non-issue into a point of leverage for some other political scheme. I will keep my ears open. In the meantime, I will try to establish connections between us and the local churches." He pauses. "If you're going to The Indigo Chalice, I urge caution. I..." He pauses again. "...The night you arrived, I don't know if you remember, but some fellow came here on behalf of Lord Arigan, one of the names on the Blood's list.

"Arigan's man asked our embassy to divulge details of the Heavenly Fleet citizens who died in the Day of Mourning. He had official documentation from the Royal Palace itself. We rejected his request on grounds of privacy, but I should note, none of the people I've asked know who this Arigan is, although the Citadel has him listed as a Master Commander-ranking military affiliate of the ir'Wynarn family. I certainly don't like the idea that the Blood is involved with someone who is this close to royalty. This spells trouble. I'm certain."

Tural doesn't know where Sunrise is, IIRC, but I assume he asks Carroll, and Carroll happily informs him.

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Sunrise

Sunrise is a quiet residential district, its buildings well-maintained and roads regularly cleaned. The place appears to be middle-upper class. The streets are empty and illuminated by both lamps and the bright moonlight.

Tural finds a small, gated mansion with carved metal sign out front reading The Indigo Chalice. The mansion's windows are dark, and between the outer gates and the mansion is a hedge garden.

Othniel

2015-06-20, 05:53 PM

Hrodgar

"Ah, yes," the Shaman says, bowing in greeting. "Tell me, please, do you have anyone here who is an authority on spirits? You see, I am traveling somewhere soon upon an expedition, and I was wondering if I might prepare myself a bit to study potential spirits in Xen'drik." He chuckles, adding, "You might say I'm a bit of a student of such things myself."

Apologies! I thought I had responded already.

giles92

2015-06-20, 08:50 PM

Val'nar walks around about fifteen feet from the left of the gate before focusing his powers and becoming a pale ghostly shadow. He runs all out through the maze, unimpeded by physical barriers and ghostly legs not making a sound on the ground. Assuming he makes it to the mansion in time, Val'nar will phase through a window and into the mansion proper.

Readied maneuvers- Ghost Walk (already used), Silver Knight's Blade, Solar Reflection, Fading Strike, Solar Sting, and Inner Sense.
Current Stance- Silver Crane Waltz (+2 Init, +2 AC, +2 Reflex Saves)
He has a 40 movement, so at a run can move up to 160 ft.
If necessary, here is a stealth roll [roll0]

ylvathrall

2015-06-20, 11:52 PM

Wilhelm

"That's correct," Wilhelm says to the illusionist, carefully taking a seat. No one sane would trust that the furniture in a master illusionist's office is real, after all. "My name is Wilhelm, a pleasure to meet you, truly. I am a sorcerer of some talent, with a particular fondness for enchantment magics. I've never been a part of a wizards' circle in the past, but I recently arrived in Sharn and it seemed to me that this would be a fine way to advance my skills and meet people with whom I share certain interests."

The Hellbug

2015-06-21, 12:17 AM

Gil

Gil rises with the sun and quickly makes his way out of Ghallanda Hall; he has a lot to do today, after all. His first stop is the City Archives in Highest Towers. On his way there he finds a convenient place to take on the appearance of Geoffrey again and then continues on his way. Once there, he approaches whatever kind of receptionist is there and makes his request, "Good morning [Sir or Madam], I'm here to perhaps view the formal recognition of a specific loan for a client of mine. The name's Geoffrey Magellis, inquisitive by trade, and I'd appreciate it if you could inform me of the correct procedure for such a request."

Ragnarok'n'Roll

2015-06-21, 01:02 PM

Shadow

Shadow continues to slink away. He pauses only for a moment to see how the human with the bow in the keep would interact with the three approaching men on the grounds. "This should be interesting...." he thinks to himself.

Shadow will half move towards X5.
Shadow will also adjust his disguise to look like a random Warforged.

Disguise : 29
Perception: 19
Stealth: 22

Ilorin Lorati

2015-06-22, 11:43 PM

Aeny d'Phiarlan

The elf nods, finishes off the drink she was given, and leaves wordlessly - unless she was stopped, at least, as she was presuming the 5 Dragons she handed over would at least cover the cost of the drink. Once out, she considers what to do next... and decides to eat breakfast first.

Not quite sure what I want to do ATM. I've been busy this weekend, and it's too late for me to think clearly, so I wanted to say "Yea I'm still here!"

ZamielVanWeber

2015-06-25, 11:36 PM

Good day Mr. Chandler. I am Macawi Pahana, from Xen'drik. I am here on the advice of Francis Bymoor. Macawi shows Chandler the signet ring. I am looking into more sophisticated fear magic. I learned shadowy magic of Xen'drik, but I stumbled across a reference to a magic of fear beyond fear. I am highly interested in that and wish to acquire it. Are you able to help me?"

annulus

2015-07-04, 05:50 PM

The Great Hall of Aureon

"Ah, yes," the Shaman says, bowing in greeting. "Tell me, please, do you have anyone here who is an authority on spirits? You see, I am traveling somewhere soon upon an expedition, and I was wondering if I might prepare myself a bit to study potential spirits in Xen'drik." He chuckles, adding, "You might say I'm a bit of a student of such things myself."

The woman nods. "I am such an authority. You're headed to Xen'drik? Might I ask what aspect of spirits interest you?" She nods. "There's much to learn on the subject. I study spirits, but specialize in quori. I might be able to help with spirits of other natures."

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The Indigo Chalice

The hedges rush by as Tural ghosts through them. He arrives at elegant mahogany double doors, but hits hard resistance as he tries to pass through them. The walls and windows also prevent his passage. The manor is two stories tall, with a tower in the middle rising another story above. The architecture is classically graceful and of masterful masonry.

Tural spots multiple human guards through the windows. They carry candles and seem at ease. They do not notice him.

Climb DC 25 on the building. Tactical map. (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/16XkPaEzJPJRmQgmgQQXnNaCT6fOf2Ndzvbx3rYg3K3k/edit?usp=sharing) You are the bold @.

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The Guild of Starlight and Shadows

Wilhelm

"That's correct," Wilhelm says to the illusionist, carefully taking a seat. No one sane would trust that the furniture in a master illusionist's office is real, after all. "My name is Wilhelm, a pleasure to meet you, truly. I am a sorcerer of some talent, with a particular fondness for enchantment magics. I've never been a part of a wizards' circle in the past, but I recently arrived in Sharn and it seemed to me that this would be a fine way to advance my skills and meet people with whom I share certain interests."

"I see!" says Corlen. "Nice to meet you, Wilhelm. You've come to the right place. Please: Demonstrate a spell, so I can see whether the Guild is right for you." Corlen twiddles his thumbs.

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Highest Towers

Gil was directed to Highest Towers by a guard. As the name might suggest, Highest Towers stands tall above the rest of Sharn's already-colossal buildings. The roads are marble paved and patrolled by numerous guards. The denizens look wealthy and important, and the buildings are grand and immense.

He has no trouble finding the City Archives, an enormous and magnificent building relative even to its neighbors, nor did he have trouble finding a place to change on the way to Highest Towers, although he notes that the elite guards in Highest Towers seem to be everywhere—good thing he changed before arriving, then.

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City Archives

The vast and opulent entrance hall is busy, with scholars, bureaucrats, merchants, and officers walking about. There is a large reception panel, with fifteen receptionists. Gil finds an unengaged on and approaches.

Once there, he approaches whatever kind of receptionist is there and makes his request, "Good morning [Sir or Madam], I'm here to perhaps view the formal recognition of a specific loan for a client of mine. The name's Geoffrey Magellis, inquisitive by trade, and I'd appreciate it if you could inform me of the correct procedure for such a request."

The receptionists nods, flipping open a book and readying her pen and ink. "All loans notarized and officiated by any of the dragonmarked houses or nations of Khorvaire are documented here. Submit your request here, and our archivist will prepare documentation within the hour—pending, of course, verification that you have access. For your privacy, you may submit these details by way of sealed envelope, so no one but the archivist will see your request.

"You will need to write your name and the names of either lender or borrower. This much is necessary; there is room for further details, which will help us find what you want, if further details are needed. Sign at the bottom when you are done." She hands Gil a form, an ink pen, a plate of ink, an envelope, and a wax stamp.

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Coldflame Keep

"He's dead alright," says one of the half-orcs, examining Shadow's victim. "Killed while running."

"Looks like the killer's been running," says the other. "Where's the dead fellow's partner, by the way?"

The human in the window bristled when he saw the half-orcs and the dwarf. "Unbelievable!" says the human. "You said there'd be no violence!"

"We didn't expect violence," growled the dwarf. "Are you rescinding the templars' hospitality?"

The human shot him a cold look. "This is holy ground, mercenary. A place of dignified peace and worship. I shan't kick you out, but this is the last time..."

"My sincerest apologies," says the dwarf. "We will see the deal through as quickly as possible and be out of your way."

"And the dead one?"

"Cart and bury him in his homeland, if possible." The dwarf nods to the others. "Secure the church. The meeting won't go through unless we make certain the threat's been disposed of."

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Sharn

Aeny wanders about Dragoneyes and finds some decent food vendors, though they are rare and scattered about the district. For food, she finds she can have salted trout (4 cp), rye porridge (2 cp), or pickled eel (8 cp). For drink, she finds she can have ale (4 cp) or cider (6 cp).

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The Esoteric Order of Aureon

Good day Mr. Chandler. I am Macawi Pahana, from Xen'drik. I am here on the advice of Francis Bymoor. Macawi shows Chandler the signet ring. I am looking into more sophisticated fear magic. I learned shadowy magic of Xen'drik, but I stumbled across a reference to a magic of fear beyond fear. I am highly interested in that and wish to acquire it. Are you able to help me?"

Chandler inspects the ring. "Indeed, I owe Francis a great deal. Very well: I can help you, for enchantment is my specialty, and I've studied fear in great depth. The magics practiced in Xen'drik are closely tied to fear indeed, as the primordial giants learned much in their battles against the quori. But I digress. Macawi Pahana—I will accept you as my student, but on two conditions: first, that you devote yourself to your studies; I cannot and will not accept halfhearted effort. Second, that you will not go around the city using fear magic against the citizens; this will harm the Order's and my reputations.

"Assuming you agree, then I'd like to observe your skill level. Cast a spell upon an inanimate object and allow me to inspect your form and technique."