Post by scottenkainen on Aug 27, 2014 9:54:01 GMT -6
(New) Turn 1 for Ximo:
Ximo, eventually, rolled out of bed. He was still full from last night and had a bit of a stomach ache from all that eating. Back in Penwich, he had never eaten this well except during festweeks. And now, to have such decadent amounts of food available to him on a daily basis, well...Ximo would not be surprised if he had put on weight already.
Forcing such unpleasantness out of his mind, Ximo freshened up and mentally ran through some of the options for employment he had been considering just last night at the Spruce Goose.
He continued those thoughts as he walked down the stairs, skipping the offered breakfast and headed for the Inner Bailey. There he intended to inform the Subdeacon Azarola that he had some leads on Vicent's location but the search continued. From there he'd make up his mind about some sort of employment.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 29, 2014 8:59:18 GMT -6
Turn 4 for Ximo:
Ximo the Humble and Gutxi Azarola walked side by side out of the Inner Bailey.
"This is wondrous news you bring me," Azarola said after digesting Ximo's report. "We only managed to track down this associate, Tain, to the Bronze Unicorn Inn late last night, but the slippery devil managed to elude our agent. Is he the one to whom you referred to having found, or did you mean someone else? Regardless, we are fairly certain this Tain is a diabolical villain, luring an acolyte of our temple to his doom. We won't know for sure, though, until he is caught.
"This may seem forward and presumptuous of me, Ximo, since you already have gainful employment with a baron, but we were wondering...since you are clearly skilled at tracking down men, if you would consider helping us hunt down this Tain now. We could arrange a small transaction to compensate you for your time and trouble."
They were now at an old chapel, apparently dedicated only to Saint Cuthbert. A homely washerwoman was supervising four young children on the chapel's front lawn while washing clothes in a tub.
"Excuse me, Ximo..." Gutxi said before moving to the washerwoman. "Bless you, child, for your good deeds here."
"Thank you," the woman responded meekly. "This old tub is as good as the river for washing clothes, I'd wager. And these are good children."
"Indeed they are. Is Mr. Basajuan here?"
"I believe he's inside. If you'd like me to fetch him...?"
"No, that's quite alright. Ximo," Gutxi said, returning his attention to the humble one, "I'm afraid I have to cut our business short. I need to talk to the man inside about some orphanage business, which I don't wish to bore you with."
"Just a moment, so I can understand better, Subdeacon Azarola. Are you asking me to apprehend this Tain? I am not well equipped for overpowering anyone, and this Tain is considerably larger than I am, if he is the man I think he is. What about your agent? Perhaps I could meet with and cooperate with him or her?"
Ximo was willing to consider this offer of employment but Azarola's description seemed so out of sync with his own impression of Tain that he thought it might be wise to gather more information. Particularly information about this "agent." After all, Ximo had little concern either way for the goals of the Temple.
His next destination was the Silver Guild ((I'm sorry if this is the wrong name, both the search function of the board and the map-link are not functioning so I could not easily locate the proper name for the wizard's guild or its closest approximation)).
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 29, 2014 11:10:34 GMT -6
Turn 4a for Ximo:
Before Ximo could leave for the Silver Consortium, Gutxi said, "Well, apprehending him would be ideal, but any aid you could lend in helping to track down this Tain would be appreciated by the Church. As for cooperating with our agent...yes, perhaps that could be arranged. Come see me again tomorrow and I'll let you know."
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 3, 2014 12:57:17 GMT -6
Turn 5 for Caltaran:
Caltaran returned to the royal barracks of the Viscount, a building that flew the Viscount's colors over its gates. The gates were manned by armed sentries who demanded to know Caltaran's name and business as he approached, despite his recent visit.
"I see," a sentry said, lowering his glaive after Caltaran did so. "And you seek Officer Grec? Then I regret to inform you that he went on patrol to the Dawn Quarter not more than ...ten minutes ago."
Marcel was making his way to the Inner Bailey to look for Joaquim when he heard a familiar voice call out to him from behind. Catching up to him was a group of about nine or ten seamen heading in the same direction as him, some of whom Marcel recognized from his recent socializing on the waterfront.
“Ho there!” one of them called again, apparently forgetting Marcel’s name. “Did you hear that Ol’ Bill was arrested and dragged off in chains? One of our own? Is that what you’re heading to the castle to complain about?”
The rest of the seamen all looked angry and most of them were (lightly) armed.
Marcel considered trying to explain to the mariners that their good friend Bill was secretly a deranged, evil cultist who shared his meager shack with a troop of kobolds and an animated corpse. The news was not likely to be well received, however, and Marcel very much wanted to keep his new friends.
"Indeed! I have a friend among the Viscount's Men. I'm going to twist his arm until he agrees to get to the bottom of things."
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 15, 2014 10:31:24 GMT -6
Turn 17 for Ximo:
Ximo reached the Spruce Goose with his tummy rumbling and unsatisfied by his snack of bread. He was not the only person to show up at the feasthall early; already standing outside were a pair of elves in long, green, hooded cloaks.
The guard at the entrance, in turban and sash and wearing a scimitar at his side, kept Ximo out. "We are still closed. No, Agusti is not here yet, nor could he let you in early even if he were. You may wait out here with these two."
Ximo smoothed his robe where the guard had barred his path with a palm. He turned to the elves and, almost not realizing he had done it, greeted them in their tongue, "Fair met, fellow wanderers. What brings you to this establishment?"
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 17, 2014 8:45:15 GMT -6
Turn 18 for Ximo:
"To dally here, 'til moon shines on, while we and lips and wine acquaint. Sampling delicious melodies of food and song, both sweet and faint," said one elf.*
"Fellow wanderer," the other elf said, "know that our visit to Verbobonc, while a delightful passing of the phases of the moon from one new one to the next, had dwindled to its final hours before we must depart. But it has been said to us that no visit to the city is complete without coming to this feasthall and sampling its pleasures, and thus we have. That we have hours left to go until this feasthall opens to us is small impediment, for we have stood here and exchanged guesses as to the source of these doors. The wood is clearly mahogany, but where from? My guess is our own home of the Gnarley Wood, but my companion here will not hear of it, for the grain of the wood is not known to him. Perhaps some distant cousin, raised by human hands in some remote nursery? And note the engraving on the door. Particularly there, in the upper left and right hand corners. Fancy scrollwork, or the disguised signing of the artist? We are both mostly sold on the latter assumption. It would almost be worthwhile to remain in town a day longer and try to learn the name of the artist. Wouldn't you say, fellow wanderer?"
Ximo sometimes wondered why he had learned the language of the elves. He supposed their long lives made them have to fill more time with inanities. All the same there was nothing else to do so he answered with as much interest as he could manage.
"I did not know your folk knew the wood so intimately. Does that knowledge pertain to specific trees? Or is the variation you suggested in the mahogany persist among ALL mahogany trees in the Gnarley Wood? Or do you hold in your heads such an intimate knowledge of every tree? But then that wouldn't quite make sense as a tree to make these doors would have to have been fully harvested...I hope I have not upset you with such talk of destruction."
Ximo scratched an itch on his shoulder before continuing, "Was your visit to Verbobonc City just one of idle curiosity? Or did some business bring you here?" Ximo's voice dropped a bit to a quieter volume, "Did you come to investigate the strange happenings and evil doings?"
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 20, 2014 13:40:15 GMT -6
Turn 19 for Ximo:
The elf was far more interested in discussing wood grain with Ximo than Ximo was in discussing it. "Oh no, not each individual tree! But know that we elves have developed ways of cultivating trees so that their grain grows in specific patterns. If you had ever been to Celene, you would marvel at the wooden sculptures and how they use the wood to..."
The elf who spoke in verse coughed, making the talkative elf pause.
"Ah, of course, non-elves are forbidden from entering the borders of Celene, so there was no point in my mentioning it."
When Ximo asked about what business brought them here, the two elves exchanged glances before the talkative one said, "Yes, it was private business that brought us here and it is concluded now. To which strange happenings and evil doings do you refer?"
When Ximo made some mention of fire or cultists, the elf said, "Do you refer to the Temple of..."
"Ximo!" Augusti said as he arrived.
At his outburst, the elf clammed up.
"Have I kept you waiting long, Ximo?" Augusti asked. "The shame of leaving one of our most distinguished customers outside like this! Come inside with me at once. I will feed you in a side room until the main floor is opened."
"Errr. My thanks," Ximo replied. "You elves do little to dispel the thought that you care little for the other races. And yet you visit our cities. A strange contradiction."
And with that the one-time clerk, now-time man-about-town followed Agusti in to have a meal. Once they were inside and Agusti had brought a little food, Ximo stopped the man.
"I heard an interesting story today, Agusti. Perhaps you know something from your work? It would seem some of the higher-born of our fair city claim to have been victimized and tattooed. Is that a story you have come across? Share your gossip, what do you know and who has been so attacked?"
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 22, 2014 13:21:35 GMT -6
Turn 20 for Ximo:
Ximo enjoyed a small bowl of vegetable stew while he spoke to Augusti in the apparently under-utilized private dining room.
"Victimized and tattooed? None of our wealthy patrons, that I've heard. Though I suspect they would keep that a secret if they were. No, what I'd heard was that some of the merchant class had been attacked like that. The rumors I've heard about is who's behind it..."
Here, Augusti checked the door to the room before continuing. "They're saying it's the Viscount Langard himself behind these attacks. He's been trying to divide the people and turn them against each other ever since he came to power. He wants to spread fear and chaos so he can declare olven law over the Viscounty -- or so they say.
"Me, I plan to keep an eye on those two elves who were waiting out front with you tonight. You never know what their kind might be up to..."
"Well, that is interesting. I agree, you should keep an eye on those elves. If you find out about anyone in particular who's been tattooed, I'd be very interested to find out. And let me know if anyone else comes asking about them."
Ximo enjoyed the food and guided the conversation to another topic, "What do you know about the followers of Trithereon in the city? I ran into some of them and it was quite surprising what they were up to..."
Post by Ronny Serio on Oct 23, 2014 12:58:31 GMT -6
Marcel bolted forward immediately, while Joaquim raised exasperated hands into the air. The oaf had a heroic streak a mile wide and it was going to get the both of them killed some day. Sooner rather than later, the way things were going.
"Where," Marcel shouted to Curro Crespo. He rushed in the indicated direction, drawing his sword once he was clear of the children.
Further behind, Joaquim let out a resigned sigh and followed, dagger in hand. As he passed Crespo, he motioned for the priest to accompany him. "I'm going to need you to heal Marcel when he gets himself eviscerated."
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 23, 2014 13:36:56 GMT -6
Turns 21-23 for Ximo:
"The Trithereonites?" Augusti asked. "They seem alright. A bit angry." He listened to Ximo share what he knew and Augusti just nodded along, as if it was normal news. "I'm sorry, but I have to get to work. Which means I have to sit you out front now."
Their private audience ended, Ximo was escorted out into the main dining hall and was the first seated. The elves sat two seats away and, a few minutes after them, a pair of richly-dressed couples came in. Next came in Ximo's charmed "friend", Fedur Rubio, accompanied by two other men, both already laughing like they'd been partaking of drink.
The giant goose statue of Ximo's last visit was gone. Instead, live geese were running loose between the servers as they brought out vegetable stew for everyone else to start on. Ximo wasn't able to dive into anything new until plates of roast mutton and crayfish were brought out to each table, along with a choice of peach-flavored white wine or grape-flavored brandy to drink.
During the next course of chicken braised in honey, six musicians filed out into the room and played their assorted instruments. The elves became excited and began singing along.
Ximo looked to see if Fedur had recognized him when he entered. The man's foolishness had nearly led to real problems for Ximo. All Ximo had wanted was the benefits having Fedur as a friend might provide but the man had instead decided to share all his business with the young clerk. And that had led to that unfortunate encounter with the man's bodyguard...Ximo wondered if the bodyguard was around here someplace too. Which turned Ximo's thoughts to concern that there might be another unfortunate encounter.
He decided to beat a hasty retreat from the Goose, having gotten some of what he had come for. On his departure he started wandering eastward, planning to wander through the High Quarter and around the northern edge of the Inner Bailey before returning to his lodgings.