Post by scottenkainen on Feb 3, 2015 11:56:47 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 5 for Walhorn:
Burble Bunsby did not listen patiently as Walhorn described the aftertaste of the Brothers' special ale. "No, no, of course I knew that; anyone can taste it and get that flavor. But -- they use that taste in Dyvers, you say? That might be an angle to pursue. You should get friendly with one or two of the staff, when they're on their free time, and find out who on the staff has been to Dyvers."
Burble fished some coins out of a previously locked drawer in a wall cabinet. "Here are 5 of the 10 gold I owe you, Walhorn. Find out more for me -- something useful -- and you will get the rest."
Post by Ronny Serio on Feb 3, 2015 13:01:43 GMT -6
"Oh, they could afford to pay us as much as they wanted," Joaquim said. "I assure you those Church coffers are deep."
"The issue with clergy is always trying to pry the coin out of their iron grips," Marcel said.
"They need to line up some overwhelming force and be paying handsomely to get me back in there," Joaquim said. He looked directly at Marcel, communicating his seriousness.
Marcel couldn't disagree with his friend's concern. He knew he was prone to acts of bravado in the moment, but now, sitting comfortably with friends, enjoying food and drink, he had no more desire to head back into that death trap than Joaquim did.
"I agree that they will need to compensate us quite handsomely to risk that pit again. But I do not relish the thought of goblins visiting me as I sleep, that's for sure."
Ximo used his finger to clean the dessert bowl, "Mmmm, very good."
He was uncomfortable talking about the Silver Consortium in front of simple hired swords but thought sharing what he knew with the "Twins" as he thought of them might be productive but he was unsure how to get the Church Soldiers to leave. He allowed the silence to stretch uncomfortably and tried to communicate with eye contact with the Twins that he had more to discuss but was not eager to do so in present company.
Post by Ronny Serio on Feb 3, 2015 14:22:24 GMT -6
Marcel was busying finishing Joaquim's half-eaten meal and didn't pick up on Ximo's signals. "Marcel," Joaquim said. "Why don't you take your new friends over to the gaming room. And if you see the Coachman over there, tell him I'll be looking for a rematch later tonight."
The big man was momentarily bewildered. He eyes darted from Joaquim to Ximo, back to Joaquim, to Ximo again and then ended up on Joaquim. His face broke out in a grin. "Oooh," he said. "Sure, we can give you fellas some time to yourselves." He gave his friend a slap on the back and then led Ibai and Galiren over to the gaming room.
"I hope whatever you want to talk about," Joaquim said to Ximo once the others were gone, "is going to be worth the wrong impression I just gave him."
"Let the man think what he wants, he's sharp enough to figure out where my interests lie," Ximo answered drily.
"I thought it might be wise to keep the others, not Marcel, from knowing too much about our dealings. Their loyalties are, naturally, to the Church. I have visited the Silver Consortium and, perhaps, begun the process of joining...that bit was a little less clear," Ximo continued. "The process of seeking work through them involved what they said was a divination of my...hermmm...tendency to evil? It might be profitable to follow up on that initial contact."
Ximo left that sit and let Joaquim think for a moment before continuing, "On a more personal level you and I might be able to find some room for collaboration in our studies of the esoteric arts. Adventuring seems a profitable, and fast, way to advance my studies quicker than my old master ever did."
"Adventuring also seems like a fast way to get one's head smashed in by a mace," Joaquim said. "But you're right. Since this whole mess started my proficiency has increased dramatically. I never had a master, so I don't know much about all that, but lately my capabilities seem to be expanding faster than I can keep up with. Not sure why. Maybe it's got to do with my life being in constant danger. Though, things weren't exactly that safe back home. Maybe there's something special about this place. I suppose this Silver Consortium might have some insight into it. I'll have to go have a chat with them tomorrow."
The business about detecting evil sounded like a load of rubbish to Joaquim. The world was not so simple as all that. People had the capability to do all manner of things. He learned that quick, growing up. You take a regular fellow, if his family starts starving and his child grows sick, what wouldn't he do to feed them and make them well. Did that make him evil? This sounded like tripe for the Church not for a mage's guild.
But what if they could divine such a thing? Would Joaquim pass that test? He wasn't so sure. He'd certainly never thought of himself as evil, but he doubted anybody ever did. He and Marcel had done plenty bad in their time, no denying that. But they'd done it all together and there was no chance that Marcel had an evil bone in his body. That should put him in the clear. Yet, Marcel had a purer heart than Joaquim, of that there could be no doubt... Best not to dwell on such thoughts.
"As for those other boys, I'm not so sure they hold much allegiance to the Church. I think they're just hired swords. I peg Galiren as bowing down to the almighty coin above all else, and Ibai, he's Marcel's now. I'd wager on that. The man has a way of winning people over."
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 4, 2015 15:07:38 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 70 for Joaquim, Ximo, Marcel, Galiren, Ibai:
Over their dessert of frumenty, Joaquim and Ximo buried any reservations they had about each other and agreed to join forces at the Silver Consortium on the morrow -- and not leave until they had learned all they needed to about that strange citadel of magic.
Meanwhile, Marcel, Galiren, and Ibai explored the game room. Galiren fell quickly into a game of raffle (a three-dice game that is sort of poker-like). Ibai was distracted by a pretty serving wench who got his attention. This left Marcel free to come over and shake hands with the Coachman -- who was indeed haunting his favorite inn again this evening.
"Marcel, isn't it?" the Coachman asked. "Where is that friend of yours? I could use a challenge at backgammon tonight and this will be his last chance to play against me for a few days. I'll be leaving town, on business, for a few days. No, not driving a coach, that's for certain! I'm an investor in an inn, a ways upriver from here. Time I was checking on my investment."
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 4, 2015 15:57:33 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 6 for Walhorn:
Walhorn was in no hurry, so he spent the whole afternoon loitering in the vicinity of the brewery. Just as the brewery was closing down for the day, two young men left the brewery early. Idle workers heading for a stiff drink? Walhorn tailed them to find out. The trail led out of the High Quarter and back into the Business Quarter -- and then as far as Clennam's Clothes & Tailor. Walhorn looked casually at a rack of tabards hanging on display outside the main entrance while the two workers talked inside to the tailor, Clennam.
Worker #1: Nervous.
Worker #2: You, nervous, that's funny.
Clennam: Here, try this on and we'll see if it fits you better.
Worker #1: Why is it funny?
Worker #2: You two were made for each other! There's nothing to be nervous about.
Clennam: Ah, see? It fits much better.
Worker #1: Not about Trinadad! About the ceremony itself. So many people...
Clennam: The mayor, yes? Such an honor!
Worker #1: I've never even met the mayor!
Worker #2: You're moving up in the world!
Clennam: Manuel, these are dark times. A wedding...it is a happy occasion! Just what this city needs. So just enjoy sharing it with others, yes?
Walhorn walks into the tailor sees the two men dressed up and says "congratulations indeed. The color scheme of your clothes does really bring out both of your eyes. Since this is a truly joyous occasion let me buy you both a drink."
Speaking to the tailor " your work is exceptional. I would like to talk to you later about making a cloak for me. Unless you are busy why not accompany us for a drink."
"He'll be over before long," Marcel said to the Coachman. "Let me ask you something. You seem like a fella who knows about business. Joaquim and I are thinking about starting one, maybe even forming a guild. I imagine there's a lot of hoops you gotta jump through down at city hall for that sort of thing. Is there anybody reputable a man can hire to take care of all that nonsense for you?"
Joaquim left it at that and accompanied Ximo over to the game room. So, the man wanted access to his most prize treasure. Joaquim knew Ximo had an angle, but he hadn't expected this. Or maybe it was something wizards did all the time? Joaquim didn't know any other mages. His knowledge of magic was limited to the handful of spells in the dead man's book. What other incantations might exist? He couldn't even imagine. The possibilities were essentially endless. But now he needed to know. Maybe the Silver Consortium would have a menu of spells available, like one of those fancy restaurants up in Clerkburg.
Putting the matter out of his mind, for now, Joaquim procured himself a glass of wine and then went to do battle with the Coachman.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 5, 2015 13:49:49 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 71 for Joaquim, Ximo, Marcel, Galiren, Ibai:
It was a busy night in the game room, with wins and losses. Ibai mistook the flirtatious serving wench he was hitting on for a prostitute and got beer splashed in his face for his troubles. He hung around for awhile and lost some silver pieces at hazard (a game like craps) before leaving. Galiren came out 1 electrum ahead playing an hour of raffle and decided to call it a night while he was ahead.
There were games of nine men's morris, alquerques, and fox & geese going on, all with betting taking place, but all eyes were on the backgammon board of the Coachman when Joaquim played him.
"So sorry, but in the game room it isn't just a friendly game," the Coachman said with a smile. "There must be a wager on it..."
The Coachman managed to talk Joaquim up to a 20 gold piece bet. Other sums as large as 10 gold were being bet around the room on the outcome of the game.
And it was a close thing too. They had a double point match at the end, each one cube away from the finish line. Joaquim doubled on his turn. It was a risky move; the Coachman would outscore Joaquim if he could finish a double gannon. But the Coachman was unlucky at the end and Joaquim just barely squeaked to his win. He was applauded by the Coachman and even some other people who had lost money on the game.
Ximo, it turned out, was the one who had bet 10 gold on the game and won. Joaquim split his 20 gold with Marcel, who had not bet.
After the game, the Coachman talked to Marcel about business. "Speak to Eutropio, a head clerk at City Hall. Tell him the Coachman sent you. He should expedite many of the matters of starting a business for you, though his fee might be considerable."
Comtois, the Innkeeper, came through after that announcing that it was curfew outside. "You'll all have to stay at my inn for the night now!" he announced proudly.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 5, 2015 15:50:53 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 7 for Walhorn:
"Yes, you can indeed take us for drinks, my good man!" Manuel's friend said gayly.
"Oh no, I cannot leave just yet," Clennam said, "but I would be happy to talk to you about a custom cloak tomorrow, sir."
So Walhorn left with Manuel and his best man, headed for the nearby Lestrange's Tavern.
"No daggers," they were told at the door. Manuel's best man, Nacio, gave up a dagger.
"Too many knifings," was the only explanation the bouncer gave.
Lestrange's was a stinky, smelly tavern, where over a dozen patrons all enjoyed smokeweed pipes and played card games like bone ace (like 31) over small bets of copper and silver. The staff was a combination of humans and gnomes.
The house wine was poor, by Walhorn's estimate, but Manuel and Nacio did not seem to mind it. Over drinks, Walhorn learned that Nacio's father was a well-to-do merchant who was financing his son's best friend's wedding.
"Here, have this, on me, my new friend," Nacio said, and he handed Walhorn a small gem. "It's worth 10 gold, I understand. None of my father's money is too important for me to not squander away."
A game of hazard (like craps) broke out at the back of the tavern later, with some rougher looking customers betting with more change.
Eventually, Walhorn tried to bring the subject around to the secret of the Brewery of the Reverend Brothers.
By now, Manuel was tipsy enough to fall for it. "Sure, I know what it is. It's--"
"Wait!" Nacio said, laughing. "Make Richard go fight that guy over there first before you tell him!"
Manuel did a spit-take, thinking that sounded hilarious. "Yeah, go do it!" he encouraged "Richard".
Walhorn observed the man playing hazard that they pointed to. He was darkly tanned, had a handlebar mustache and an earring, and wore leather armor and a short sword at his side.
Post by Ronny Serio on Feb 6, 2015 10:22:07 GMT -6
Later that night, Joaquim and Marcel stumbled into their room. The mage collapsed onto the bed. "A twenty gold bet? What was I thinking?"
"What were you drinking is the better question," Marcel said, slightly salty.
"Just a couple glasses of wine."
"Maybe if you ate a little more it wouldn't go to your head so fast."
"Lets blame it on the emotion of the day. We did almost die a dozen times, after all."
Marcel bit off a retort. Twenty gold was a fortune. It might have taken them a year to save up that much money back home. But the day hard been hard on Joaquim. Close-quarters work like that wasn't his way. It wasn't Marcel's either, not unless he couldn't help it. But it got to Joaquim more than it did him. Marcel would need to cut his friend some slack. "So, you and Ximo were hitting it off back there?"
"First of all," Joaquim said, laying on this back, staring at the ceiling, "wipe that idiotic grin off your face. Secondly, no, not like you mean anyway. It was all wizard talk."
"What do you make of him?"
"A lesser son of some rich bastard, a lord perhaps, out looking for adventure and excitement. It's all a game to him."
"He tell you some of that?"
"No, he keeps his cards close to his vest. It's in the way he talks, little things he says. Beside, if he's not involved in this whole thing for the thrill of it, then what's his angle?"
"That," Marcel said, sitting down, "is a question we best find the answer to."
"We're going to speak to the Silver Consortium in the morning, maybe he'll reveal more about himself."
"And I am going to City Hall."
Joaquim turned his head to look at his friend, his face puzzled. "Why ever for?"
"Going to find out what we need to do to start a business. Or a maybe a guild."
"A guild? Oh for Daoud's sake... they put you in charge for one afternoon and you get delusions of grandeur."
"Maybe. But maybe it could work. An Investigators' Guild. Think of the Thieves' Guild from back home and then take out all the stealing and murdering."
"No doubt this city could use some their justice, but the stealing and murdering is how they made their money. Beside, a lot of the wrongs they righted also involved murdering..."
"Well, we'll have to go about it a different way." He paused a moment. When he continued his voice was as sincere as Joaquim had ever heard it. "I really think we could do it."
"I know you do," Joaquim said. It was clearly an idea born of madness, but no use belaboring the point tonight. Marcel often got excited about ideas. The enthusiasm tended to burn out quick. Hopefully this would go the same way. "We'll see."
Ximo had fallen asleep in his chair at the end of the night. He was assisted to a room for the night and fell asleep dreaming of himself as a lesser nobleman. Someone who did not have to hustle for a living. One niggling problem remained, it was about time to report back to the Baron about Vicent.
"Time for that tomorrow..." Ximo mumbled out loud as he fell back asleep.
Walhorn says "sure I would like to come to your wedding. I would also like to bring a cask of the new special flavor beer. Where can I purchase some or can you grant me access to get a cask for your wedding. The beer would also pair well with the food being served."
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 11, 2015 18:33:11 GMT -6
Day 6/Turn 20 for Caltaran:
Caltaran reached the now-familiar Bronze Unicorn Inn and relaxed into its comforts. He recalled the young mercenary, Volermo, he had hired the other day here to find the urchin Caltaran had hired before, but now Caltaran could not find urchin or mercenary! It seemed Verbobonc was fraught with peril at every turn these days.
No one Caltaran knew was here in the common room now, and the adjoining game room was empty. But it was still about an hour and a half until noon, so perhaps more people he was looking for would show up for lunch...?
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 12, 2015 10:54:42 GMT -6
Day 6/Turn 21 for Caltaran:
Caltaran enjoyed a strong, dry red beer and some leftover bean meal mash from yesterday while he waited for lunch food to be prepared. He saw a continued lack of familiar faces and, sadly, no one who looked just like him.
He did, however, soon notice two men in platemail armor and tunics with strange heraldry upon them come in. They tossed their helmets down on a table and called for ale. "Hearty ale, for two men who have rode hard from Osnabrolt!" he said loudly.
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 12, 2015 11:17:06 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 10 for Walhorn:
Having spent so much of the day in the Foreign Quarter just reminded Walhorn of home, though he had avoided going back there until now.
The home he had grown up in was a corner building, two stories, with peeling whitewash and tall shuttered windows. And, no sooner was he to his door, when he heard the familiar sound of his mother, Glendalas, shouting angrily inside.
It was his aunt who answered the door -- Marianthalas, the aunt who had done most of the raising him. "Walhorn!" the old woman said cheerily. "Come in, come in! Just got back from Dyvers, did you? Glenda, look who's home!"
Glendalas, once a beautiful woman, but beauty that had faded with middle age and too much scowling, stepped into the foyer and observed her son with crossed arms. "It doesn't look like you came home a rich man," Glendalas said to her son. "Did your attempt at adventure lead to failure? Are you going to have to move back home?" Mom sounded like she had been drinking again.
Post by dtspurrier on Feb 13, 2015 16:16:04 GMT -6
Caltaran studies the heraldry on the men's cloak to see if he can recognize it. Then he tries to see if he can recognize any of the barmaids. If not then he asks on of the barmaids " have you seen Marcel or Joaquin yet?"
Post by dtspurrier on Feb 13, 2015 16:29:10 GMT -6
Walhorn gives his aunt a hug and says "good to see you aunt Marian. Your training has definitely helped me. " looking to mom he says "mom the caravan was not excellent profit. However while on the caravan one of the leaders was a magicuser and I saw him cast magic. Since I was a hired hand he would not train me. I did study his techniques and I believe I have the intellect, ambition, and patience to learn magic. I have home to ask you to teach me. Of course aunt Marian I also will not neglect my specialized training either."
Post by scottenkainen on Feb 16, 2015 9:26:33 GMT -6
Day 6/Turn 22 for Caltaran:
Caltaran was not big on heraldry, being a secular topic. It might be knowledge that he would have to learn one of these days.
But, for now, he asked his question to a serving wench. She promised to ask around -- she did, then came back and said, "No one has seen either of those gentlemen since this morning. Sorry. Can I get you some ale, Father?"