[5e] The Tenth Era Of War IC

[Illven]

The what? Robin asks confused.

[userpay]

Rucron slowly nods. The man's layout of the tasks upon the board seemed to be sensible. His tribes had always stayed away from places trolls and yeti wandered about, there was rarely much of worth to the tribe in such places where they would be hemmed in. And while the dungeon sounded like an interesting prospect having no information aside from it's location was risky. "Yes they mean Edrin. He seemed quite keen on proving himself against the pack of direwolves that had been previously posted despite everyone trying to caution him."

[Dain Broadbeam]

Dain Broadbeam

"I'd wager we're pretty much the same age good sir, but" he raises his hands defensively as the man shows the scar "point well taken."

Dain nods as Rucron speaks; "He passed through here last night. He seemed oddly confident in his own abilities when we spoke, if not a bit resigned over it all. I do not envy his position. While I agree he might overestimate himself, I do wonder if we are not underestimating him. Anyway thank you for your advice, I'll look into the missing people poster."

[userpay]

"Perhaps we'll see a poster in a weeks time asking folks to search for him, perhaps we'll see him come back triumphant, only time will tell." Rucron glances over the poster about missing peoples. "Is there someone to talk to about more details for this task or is this all the information that your authorities have at the moment." Urban searches were most certainly not the tribal centaur's forte but enough people seemed concerned about the situation.

[Gluteus_Maximus]

"I see..." the man says, sighing. He grabs the halfling by his shoulders and dusts him off. He whispers something in the halfling's ear and then walks outside.

The halfling, shaken, stands up. "So, you're interested in that job, all right," he mutters, evening out his hat. "Head down redmund road and you'll find a building labeled Shopster's Shoes. That's where people've been going missing, or around that area."

[2D8HP]

"I see..." the man says, sighing. He grabs the halfling by his shoulders and dusts him off. He whispers something in the halfling's ear and then walks outside.

The halfling, shaken, stands up. "So, you're interested in that job, all right," he mutters, evening out his hat. "Head down redmund road and you'll find a building labeled Shopster's Shoes. That's where people've been going missing, or around that area."

Theren Liadon High Elf Fighter Noble[ Passive Perception:13

"Is that so?", and goes to find the "Shopster's Shoes" building.

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[Illven]

Robin will for her part follow her unknown relative, her axe straggling against her hip.

[Dain Broadbeam]

Dain will gather his things and follow as well.

[Hemnon]

Caelyn

Caelyn trundled along with everyone else, happy enough to follow along with the others. Well, for now.

[Gluteus_Maximus]

South district Whiteforge. The place in the city where thieves thrive, murderers find merits, and gangs grow by the minute. The gates to this section of the city are kept secure from the south side only, as citizens are free to enter but must pay a fee to return. No true industry or stores are here, and if they are there, it's almost always a front for a snow-weed growing operation. But that's just what a town guard will say if you ask him. (Ask any wise man, and he'll say the guard's just saying that to get customers in for more business and a portion of their earnings)

Redmund road is a street paved with beautiful white bricks mined straight from the twin mountains of the south, Whitespell and Whitespear. Regular caravans bring them all across the western hemisphere, though they always find a way to keep the highest-quality brick for the great city of Whiteforge. Each brick is indented with an emblem of an axe crossed with a hammer atop a dwarven helmet adorned with large front facing goat-horns.

You arrive in front of Shopster's Shoes. It's a dark building with broken windows, not uncommon for the area. No lights are inside, and the door is almost redundant for the gap in the wall where snow has come in. Meanwhile, across the street six humans are crouched in a circle. lights flicker on and off between them, smoke rising from their group, and town guards stand nearby, one 50 feet away and the other next to the store, waiting for you. He notices you; he is a tall man in full plate armor, not particularly muscled but he has a nice looking sword at his belt.

"Hello, you must be the people sent to deal with this mission. Lord Messenger Big-foot said that I must accompany you as you're new to this, or something along those lines? The name's Pete."

[Illven]

Robin will try to judge the man and his intentions.

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[2D8HP]

"Hello, you must be the people sent to deal with this mission. Lord Messenger Big-foot said that I must accompany you as you're new to this, or something along those lines? The name's Pete."

Theren Liadon High Elf Fighter Noble[ Passive Perception:13

"Please lead on, Sir Pete

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[userpay]

"Shoes..." Rucron's brow furrows for a moment before remembering what they are. "Ah! Those silly foot coverings for you soft footed folk." Rucron trails along behind the group as they head for the location given by the halfling. Giving the guard an affirmative nod.

[Dain Broadbeam]

Dain Broadbeam

"Greetings Sir Pete. Is there anything else you could tell us about this case, the poster was rather lacking in details."

[Gluteus_Maximus]

"Please, I'm no knight," he says, smiling in a slightly embarrassed manner. "People have been going missing when they entered the shop. They would come in at dusk and never come out, so reports one of the night guards posted in the area. There's no other information, but it's likely that it's one of the gangs luring people in with their snow-weed and then capturing them." as he says this, one or two of the humans in their gathering look towards you all.

[Hemnon]

Caelyn

Glancing at Rucon at that comment, Caelyn couldn't stop herself from replying- "I guess you don't wear horseshoes then, mister centaur?" Her tone was crisp, clear and it was quite hard to figure out if she had tossed a snide remark at Rucon, or had genuinely asked a question.

She kept her attention at the current happenings as well tho, no reason to fully absorb herself into a conversation when bad things could happen at any time.

[Illven]

Well, why not kick open the shop door and look for hidden entrances? Robin replied.

[userpay]

Rucron raises his eyebrows. "They make shoes for equines then? That seems oddly strange as we've perfectly usable hooves." He shrugs, such silly cityfolk. "And if it were as simple as breaking down the door methinks they wouldn't be calling upon outsiders to assist. Is that not so?"

[2D8HP]

Theren Liadon High Elf Fighter Noble[ Passive Perception:13

"Well, let's see then

And goes to open the door

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[Gluteus_Maximus]

Theren opens the door next to the caved in wall. Inside is a 10' by 10' room, painted light beige, with a desk opposite the door and shelves with shoes of various sizes and styles covering them. The floorboards are many shades of green. To the left of the desk is a spruce doorframe with a sign above it: "No entry! Shopster's residence!". To the right of the desk is another doorframe, labeled "Cobbler's Office". Hammering sounds can be heard from within. The floorboards creak as you step in, and the hammering stops.

One of the humans from their little group stands up. He has reddish brown skin and a full bushy mustache. He stands about 6' tall, and holds a smoking pipe in his lips. "Where you think you're going, pretty man?" he says in a gravely voice. Town guard Pete holds up his gloved hand, saying "We are conducting an investigation. Make no trouble for yourselves.

[2D8HP]

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Bemused

Theren Liadon High Elf Fighter Noble[ Passive Perception:13

Spoiler: raises his eyebrow

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"Indeed"
And goes to open the door marked "Cobblers office"

[Hemnon]

Caelyn

Caelyn turned a cold gaze at the 'ye olde local' being obnoxious to her companion and debated what would be best to do in order to ensure he would stop being in the way.
Yes she considered a lot of things varying between a lap dance, and burying him alive...

[Illven]

Robin starts adjusting shelves, and such on the walls, looking for hidden doors.

You're conducting an investigation, we're succeeding. Robin snarks back.

[Gluteus_Maximus]

Opening the door to the cobbler's office, you see a gnome sitting at a desk, with several half-made shoes on the table. Some have the support attachment that the halfling from before had, surely designed for shorter folk. He has gray hair flanking a bald head, with eyebrows that would rival the beard of someone who never shaved for 40 years. He wears spectacles on the tip of his little nose. Behind the desk is a door on the floor that presumably leads to a wine cellar.

[Dain Broadbeam]

Dain Broadbeam

"Friendly folk..." Dain mutters sarcastically at the remark from the 'local' and clears his throat. He then turns to face them and inquires: "Hang around here often? You don't happen to know any of those going missing around here?"

[Gluteus_Maximus]

He removes his pipe and spits on the white bricks. "People goin' missing? What do ya think you're doin, coming down here and disturbin our peace?"

[Illven]

Uh. Helping you and solving your problems for you. Robin replied dismissively.

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Should I roll a investigation check?

[Gluteus_Maximus]

You do not find any hidden doors, levers, or buttons. Someone from upstairs shouts "Whozat? Whaz goin' on?"

[userpay]

Rucron scratches his head and looks to the gnome. "Have the guards not talked to you at all then?"

[Hemnon]

Caelyn

Caelyn was tapping her foot a bit, feeling bored that nothing exciting had happened yet. Although on the opposite side, a lack of excitement often meant a surefire sign of not-danger.
So Caelyn could handle the lack of excitement... and it might be influenced due to the fact that she's in the middle of her winter-mode and thus way more logic- and fact-minded. Compare that to when she's in her Summer-mode, and everything needs to happen now and not later.