Post by scottenkainen on Nov 6, 2014 12:51:35 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 3 for Rigellio:
"Mr. Tonybean?" Malotek asked, upon hearing Rigellio. "Who is this madman blathering about? If you want to make yourself useful, help me find my invisible cat, Mr. Tabbykins!"
Rigellio, wanting to make a good impression, assisted as best he could, though an invisible cat proved terribly difficult to locate.
Finally, Rigellio observed Grandmother Herrero hand a key to one of her serving girls and whisper, "Go check his room, would you, dearie?" Then 'Grandmother' went over to calm Malotek. "There, there, I'm sure everything will be fine. Why don't you sit down with our nice new guest, Rigellio and get to know each other? I'll bring you out some bean curd porridge to go with your bread..."
The boy's face curls a bit... Having a sit-down with some fellow with invisible cats was not what the vigorous youth had in mind for the morning! But, he knows that he has to make a home of this place, so he just gets on with it!
Having himself a seat next to the eccentric fellow, Rigellio's face goes all polite and youthfully bright. His smile is broken only when he says, "Well a good morning, Sir... It's right nice to meetcha, yep! Right nice. So... You say you've an invisible cat? That's pretty strange! Wanna see my pet mouse Pipsqueak?" At that, the boy begins to reach into his pocket... ((And waits for this fella to react))
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 6, 2014 14:44:07 GMT -6
"Alright," Joaquim said. "Lets all fall back. I don't know what's going on here, but we're not prepared enough to risk going further. Ximo, go run back and get help, fast as you can. Huge, can you handle pulling your friend out? Marcel and I will guard your backs."
"Alright, I suppose this is your show down here," Ximo said as he headed back toward the chapel. Luckily he had his own lantern which he lit and used to light the way back. He moved at a decent pace but was worried about tripping and hurting himself so it was not the FASTEST he might be able to go. And the heavy mace was slowing him down some, too.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 7, 2014 11:38:03 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 31 for Joaquim, Ximo, Marcel:
The adventurers, and Hugo, backtracked out of the tunnel and emerged in the Old Chapel's cellar, only to find Curro Crespo and two other patrolmen waiting for them.
"Let me tend to him!" Curro said, bending over Godofredo. "I have no healing magic prepared, but I'm sure one of the other clerics upstairs does. Someone fetch more help!" Curro administered non-magical first aid, distracting him, for the moment, from the holy relic Ximo carried.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 7, 2014 11:42:46 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 4 for Rigellio:
Rigellio began talking about Pipsqueak, how Pipsqueak had died, and why Rigellio still carried him around in his pocket. As it all came pouring out, Rigellio could not help but wonder what the stone-faced wizard was thinking about him, until Malotek said, "You, sir, are the sanest man I know, in this whole insane city. What on Oerth brought you to this madhouse?"
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 7, 2014 11:45:39 GMT -6
"There are Cuthberite catacombs down that tunnel," Joaquim told the priest. "Guarded by booby traps and teeming with kobolds. I assume the traps are old and the kobolds new, but those are just guesses. We need to find someone who knows about this place."
Rigellio begins to pour out a (rather fictitious!) story about being an abused orphan! He concocts a horrid story, replete with the youthful facial expressions of horror, sorrow, or glee at precisely the right moments, about his mistreatment by his caretakers in light of his plight of being parentless! None of this is true; but he attempts to make it seem that way (and rather entertaining, in a shakespearean tragedy kind of way).
"As you can see, I had to run away in great haste so I could live to see my 16th summer! Pipsqueak here, was my only true friend (this part is true) and I couldn't stand to leave him when he died. I hope to one day become a bold adventurer so I can afford to have him raised!" continues the lad. "But I've never had an invisible pet before! That would be fun, I think."
Last Edit: Nov 7, 2014 20:02:30 GMT -6 by Merctime
Ximo was happy enough to hand over the mace if he were asked for it. He figured there might be a reward for finding it and restoring it to the clergy.
"I do hope that man lives," Ximo observed. "He did honorable service to your Church, Crespo."
He drifted over to where Marcel and Joaquim were standing, nearby but out of the way of the healing work. He spoke quietly, "If we are going to go back down there I will need time to better prepare. And perhaps a discussion with the Church about a reward for the work would not be a bad option."
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 7, 2014 13:20:56 GMT -6
"It's possible there's another way out," Joaquim said. "But we also may have them trapped inside. Lets barricade that secret entrance shut until we're ready to do deal with the vermin."
Unless someone objected, Marcel made to move whatever heavy obstacles he could find in front of the hidden door. Crates, perhaps.
Joaquim continued. "We should get word to the Church. Hopefully somebody higher up there has some idea of what else awaits us in those tunnels." The mage's eyes darted to Ximo's pilfered mace, to the priest and to the soldiers. "Crespo, have your clerics attend to Godofredo and your soldiers stand guard. Marcel, you stay here as well. Ximo and I will head to the Inner Bailey, recruit some help and tried to gather some information."
"Yes. Let's go to the Inner Bailey. Though I imagine you have contacts of your own there, I have made some friends among the clergy myself."
As the two mages, though neither knew it about the other, headed up and out of the cellar, both assuming that orders would be followed, Ximo spoke to Joaquim, "I'm willing, if the prospect of success is good enough, to accompany you and your larger friend in this expedition. But one of our goals should be to recruit some more assistance. Perhaps the priests can be convinced to detail some guards into our service, though I have also been considering hiring a bodyguard. This Cult seems to have made Verbobonc more dangerous than anyone wishes to admit."
Ximo allowed Joaquim an opportunity to respond as the two of them exited the chapel and started along the street to the Inner Baily. Eventually he changed the subject, "You and Marcel said you had encountered these kobolds elsewhere. Is it possible there is another entrance to this 'dungeon' elsewhere?"
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 7, 2014 15:12:25 GMT -6
"Don't worry about the manpower," Joaquim said. "The Church is currently assembling a brute squad for Marcel and I to utilize on another mission in an hour or two. I think we'll be expanding our agenda. I'll talk to my contacts and explain what's going on. Hopefully somebody in the hierarchy knows the story with that old temple."
"As for the kobolds," he continued. "We've run into them a couple times. Once in an abandoned shack down by the river. The other time was in a boarded up shop in the Business Quarter. We didn't see any sign of tunnels in either location, but that doesn't mean there's not some other way out of those catacombs. Just one of the many things we need the Church to enlighten us on."
"I suppose that's what churches are for, enlightenment. Though for my part I've only met one priest who really sought to enlighten you," Ximo countered. "That Caltaran friend of yours. That man just can't stop enlightening."
"I just hope this brute squad isn't all pubescent choir boys in the father's armor."
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 7, 2014 23:59:21 GMT -6
"I'm confident that the squad will be sufficiently brutish," Joaquim said. "No city worth it's salt lacks for that type."
"To be honest, Caltaran is more acquaintance than friend. We share an interest in dealing with the cult. He's quite... energetic. Boundless enthusiasm for the cause. Just this morning, I gave him some leads to track down. Maybe we'll run into him at the Bailey."
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 10, 2014 10:31:50 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 5 for Rigellio:
Malotek listened to Rigellio's story and seemed genuinely moved by it. "Touching. Very touching..." he would whisper as Rigellio went on. Was that a tear in his eye?
"I know it's early, but let me buy you a drink, Rigellio," Malotek said at the end. "Come, step over here with me towards the taproom. I'm sure Grandmother Herrero will not mind us peeking in. Just pick your drink from whatever you see in there..."
But when Malotek had Rigellio by the corner where the entrance to the taproom was, Malotek leaned firmly into Rigellio and whispered into his ear, "Listen to me. Listen. There is much that is wrong in Verbobonc and maybe has been for a long time. It's all been under the surface, you see, but just coming out now. I've been trying to piece it all together, but it's so hard. So difficult. Just when I think I have it solved, it all comes apart in my head. But there is something you can do. You said you were seeking bold adventure, and I can guarantee you that if you do this task for me. Lord Colbert of Oakham should be at the Jewel of the Velverdyva Inn in Ryemend now. Go and find him -- and ask him what color hat his wife wears."
Grandmother Herrero came by. "Something I can do for you boys?" she asked with a big grin on her wrinkled face.
"No, no -- I was just finding out that Rigellio abstains from alcohol," Malotek said. "Fancy that! I was asking what else you serve that he would be interested in."
"Oh, well that's no trouble at all!" Herrero said cheerily. "I've a jug of non-alcoholic cider that I think you'll love, Rigellio. Let me get you some right away!"
When the old crazy coot had cornered Rigellio, it startled the lad so greatly that he leapt from his chair and stood stock-still. Taken completely by surprise, the only thing that moved were his hackles, as they raised!
Then, the old man spoke. And with such urgency. Rigellio could just feel the importance in his bones... He knew he could do naught but listen; Even as every instinct he's learned on the street screamed at him to hit the old guy, and run like a chicken with hounds nearing it.
And listen he did. His eyes like saucers, his lower lip a-quiver, a thin bead of sweat ran down his young face from the top of his brow, trailing a streak that shone freely in the light of the day, and fell completely off of his chin unchecked as he was he so enraptured in the sheer grave seriousness of the old man who so completely crowded him. Every word the man spoke may as well have been forged with hades-fire and an anvil and hammer in depths of his mind. The kid simply could. Not. Speak.
It was at least six beats of the heart before Rigellio actually registered that Grandmother Herrerro was there. Later, he would feel embarrassment that the kindly old woman should stand there and ask of him three whole times before he was shaken back to his senses enough to stammer out, "Y..Y...Yes'um... I mean... Uh.. No, Ma'am, I don't drink... Um... D...Do you have any orange juice? OH! Oh... You said cider... Yes'um, I'd love some. Love some indeed."
He appeared as if he'd just seen a ghost, skin like new porcelain and so damp that it beaded with perspiration. He was patting his face and the back of his neck feverishly as he stumbled out his hasty reply to the old woman.
When she shook her head at him and wandered off for it, He stood there with Malotek for a good moment before settling enough to say... "Lord Colbert of Oakham. Jewel of the Velverdyva Inn. Ask him what color hat his wife wears."
It would be at least an hour until the kid was his cheerful, rambunctious self. All of this smacked too close to home. He'd been in a knot before, and gotten out of them... Heard all kinds of strange requests and been run off to go do very curious tasks, and He'd just gone out and done them as he knew there was always good coin in them. Sometimes they gained him a shiner, but always good coin.
But this one: Who was this Lord Colbert? Was he someone who knew of his past dealings? Was he friendly with a certain merchant so far away?
Was he out to ask this strange question just to lose his head?
He could only sit, and wait for Grandmother Herrerro to come back with the cider, and try to calm down. He did so.
Last Edit: Nov 10, 2014 21:02:11 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 10, 2014 21:45:04 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 6 for Rigellio:
((Malotek is in his early 40s))
"Here you are!" Grandmother said as she brought a mug of cider and sat it before Rigellio.
One of the serving girls came and whispered to Grandmother. Rigellio was still so freaked out that he forgot to eavesdrop!
However, Grandmother then turned to Malotek and said, "Good news! I took the liberty of sending one of my girls upstairs to check on your room and Mr. Tabbykins' food is gone; so he must still be in your room, unless you did something with his dish?"
"He did not," the little halfling woman said, defiantly, as if Malotek had just been accused of something that needed to be defended against.
"Well, let's go check on him!" Malotek said. "Nice meeting you, Rigellio," he said warmly, and offered his hand to shake. Then Malotek gave him a wink too, before he left Rigellio sitting, alone and confused, in the common room.
Rigellio shook Maloteks' hand, stiffly, and tried to note which direction in this building they went off to. If he could learn where this man's room was, it probably wasn't terribly hard to climb up a wall outside in search of a window...
...But that would wait. The boy sits and sips at the cider, the warm flavor helping his nerves immensely. Just then a nervous chuckle erupted from him; He scratches his head and says lightly to himself, "I almost forgot about his invisible cat." He really didn't know why the re-surfacing of that recent memory had tickled his funny bone so; Perhaps it was his subconscious dealing with his too-recent fright in it's own way.
The kid was a thief and a scoundrel, there could be no lies about that. But still, he dropped a handful of copper (five, to be precise) on the table for Gramaw Herrerro (As he just now decided he'd call her) and wordlessly walked out of there with a purpose.
A purpose to be in Ryemend. Right now. He'd find the way there.
((OOC: Taking 5cp from his sheet, Scott))
Last Edit: Nov 10, 2014 22:02:40 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 11, 2014 13:17:09 GMT -6
Day 5/Turns 32-33 for Marcel:
Marcel was relieved to see that a cleric was found who could come down and heal the injured guard. The guard was stripped of his upper armor and laid there, bare chested. A prayer was offered to the gods, who responded by sealing the wound and leaving a nasty scar. The guard regained consciousness, but was too weak to move and was told to lie there and keep resting. A pillow, blanket, and a cup of water (filled from the cistern) were brought to him.
Meanwhile, Marcel took charge of moving crates in front of the secret door. Two soldiers who had remained behind (Hugo and another who's name Marcel had not learned yet) helped him. No kobolds were getting through this barrier!
In fact, no kobolds even tried. It had been a long, boring 20 minutes so far.
"So...Cuthbert. He's pretty great, huh?" Hugo asked Marcel, making conversation.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 11, 2014 13:28:10 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 6a for Rigellio:
Rigellio had only to follow Malotek to the front door of the common room and saw which door in the courtyard Malotek went to next. After that, Rigellio made his way out of the inn, and out of the High Quarter...
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 11, 2014 15:19:29 GMT -6
"Never met the man," said Marcel, flashing a smile. Exhausted from the brief exertion of erecting the barrier, the big man sat himself on a large crate, laying his sword in his lap. "First time I've ever set foot in one of his temples, actually. Saw the outside of the one in the Free City a time or two, Joaquim and I didn't make it up to the High Quarter that often. A grand building. His priests always seemed a stiff lot, harsh in their way. But we were young and mostly up to mischief. Probably we deserved whatever judgement they'd laid upon us."
"There was one Cuthberite, an old fella, who'd come down to the Slum Quarter. Preach up and down the streets, try to convert the low folk. We got a lot of good laughs at his expense. But, thinking back, that must have taken a lot of courage. He was never met with much but ridicule, yet he kept coming back all the same. I'd like to think he found some victories."
Marcel watched the priests administering to Godofredo and realized the blows he suffered at the hands of the undead that morning were still smarting. "It wounds my pride to impose, but if there are healing miracles to spare, I took some nasty wounds this morning. Joaquim and I were a scrape with a different group of kobolds, some cultists and an undead abomination. I fear there's more excitement ahead of me this day, so I'd like to be as fit as possible."
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 12, 2014 10:32:56 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 33a for Marcel:
The healer, a young adept named Toussaint, shook his head and said, "No, I cannot ask the gods' favor again today. You do look hurt, though. Why don't you leave guarding this cellar to these men and I will accompany you back to the temple to see if you can be healed."
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 12, 2014 10:49:44 GMT -6
"Alright," Marcel, giving a reluctant nod. "Just keep that barrier fortified and you shouldn't have anything to worry about." The big man sheathed his sword and said his goodbyes, clasping hands with Hugo and squeezing Godofredo's shoulder, before heading outside with the cleric.
The fresh air and the sounds of the city were invigorating after the, admittedly short, period of guard duty. Marcel was simply not made for that sort of work. "Tell me, my friend," he said to the cleric beside him. "Have you eaten yet? All this excitement has made me hungry." Marcel missed Joaquim at that moment. His friend never would have let that comment pass without comment.
Ximo made his way hastily through the streets from the Inner Bailey to his rooms at the Madam's place. He barely acknowledged the serving girls he encountered as he passed through the common room before letting himself into his room. He opened his pillow and retrieved his precious spellbook. He was excited to see if his suspicions were correct, that he could hold a second spell in his mind today. He had been practicing at it for some time but never expected to achieve it. It must have been all the spellcasting and meeting with magical sorts that had made it possible. He scanned his list of spells to decide what would be most useful for the combat that seemed likely in the very near future. As he flipped pages he settled on just the right spell...his notes called it rather cryptically, "Somnolent Cloud," but he just thought of it as a "sleep spell." He promptly set about the hard work of committing the details of tapping into the arcane powers to cast that spell into his mind.
Time passed rather quickly, and when he was finished, he returned his book to its hiding place and left the boarding house with the same energy he had arrived, huffing a bit as he was not a man in good shape.
Post by scottenkainen on Jan 28, 2015 11:59:25 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 3 for Walhorn:
Eventually, Walhorn came to the tall granary and brewhouse called the Brewery of the Reverend Brothers. The large sign out front depicted two men, side-by-side, clanking tankards together, while paintings on the outside of the granary featured shepherds and their flocks of sheep.
There were, in fact, three entrances -- a public entrance in front, a side door for workers, and double doors in back for deliveries. There were barred windows on two floors and two thick chimneys overhead.
Walhorn was allowed admittance through the public entrance. He passed through a room that looked like this. Then he entered a room that looked like this. In this second room, the man by the open tub held out a ladel to Walhorn. Would you like a taste? A copper a sip, my good man!"
Post by dtspurrier on Jan 28, 2015 18:08:00 GMT -6
On his way on this tour of the facility walhorn looks to see if he can see a brewing method or special ingredients being put in. Arriving at the tasting room he pulls out a copper and says "yes I would definitely like a sample. My name is Richard. Nice facility you have here. "
Post by scottenkainen on Jan 30, 2015 11:56:40 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 4 for Walhorn:
Walhorn hung around inside the brewhouse for as long as he was allowed, but there were no ingredients added in front of him. There were large sacks of hops lying about, but that certainly wasn't a mystery ingredient.
"Richard" was given a sample of a golden ale -- and it was the best Walhorn had ever tasted in Verbobonc. It had a creamy head, big body, a rich mouth feel, and a sweet, cherry-like aftertaste.
"Richard" made no friends while hanging around. Indeed, he was getting sour looks from an impatient staff before he finally got the message and left, 30 minutes later.
Back outside, Walhorn thought about that delicious golden ale and wondered if the cherry taste was the "secret ingredient" Burble wanted. It reminded Walhorn of an ale he'd tried in Dyvers -- had the secret come from that eastern city? Going that far to find out seemed out of the question, though maybe there were other people in Verbobonc who had been to Dyvers often enough that they would know? And then there were also sneakier methods of finding out Walhorn still had to consider.