Walhorn starts to move towards the middle of the street and not an alleyway. Walhorm was taught about street thugs and shake downs and knew this might be a trap. He says "tell you what I know you are not part of the theatre since you are armed. I also know you are not part of the town watch. So why don't you really tell me what is going on? After all if there is profit to be made then I might be interested."
Post by scottenkainen on Jun 11, 2015 12:28:00 GMT -6
Day 8/Turn 7b for Walhorn:
"Yeah, there's money in it for you..." the other half-orc said. "You can buy more tickets from us and sell them yourself at a mark-up. A nice, respectable-looking elf like yourself will be able to sell them for more than we can."
Even as Walhorn stepped away, the half-orcs moved closer, as if to keep him in melee distance.
Post by dtspurrier on Jun 11, 2015 21:09:28 GMT -6
Walhorn moves to the middle of the street. He says "so how much are the tickets and of course who has them. Since I don't think the two of you are the ones in selling these tickets , tell you what my name is Richard and am staying at the bronze unicorn in town. Let me know when you have the tickets and we can do business. Now I have other business to attend to. " walhorn tries to use his dexterity to out maneuver the half orcs and run away. Walhorn will try to lose the half orcs on the street then hide and try to tail them to their lair using his thieving skills.
Last Edit: Jun 12, 2015 10:47:19 GMT -6 by dtspurrier
Post by scottenkainen on Jun 12, 2015 13:13:52 GMT -6
Day 8/Turn 7b for Walhorn:
Walhorn ran away. He felt lucky at first to have escaped, since they had missile weapons they could have taken him down with had they wanted to. But Walhorn was emboldened by his survival and decided on a bold plan.
It was bold -- but completely failed. Walhorn had followed the two half-orcs for less than a city block when they looked back and noticed him there. "Oh, changed your mind, did you?" one of them shouted from 40' away.
Post by dtspurrier on Jun 12, 2015 14:14:48 GMT -6
d**n walhorn curses to himself. He steps out and says "I thought about your offer and at first I thought you were going to kidnap me or mug me. I will go with you peacefully if this venture will lead to profit." Walhorb advances 10 ft but still remains cautious.
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Post by scottenkainen on Jun 15, 2015 15:25:22 GMT -6
Day 8/Turn 7c for Walhorn:
Walhorn remained cautious, but followed the two half-orcs back to an unnamed hostel they called home. There, they explained that they really did have many unsold tickets to the cancelled play.
"It was Brugga's idea. Another get-rich-quick scheme," Grender said.
"It was as much your idea as mine!" Brugga protested.
Brugga and Grender showed Walhorn the 30 tickets they had. "Fallen off the back of a windowsill," Brugga said. "Seemed like easy money."
When asked why they had weapons on them if they were selling play tickets, Grender responded, "Well, we weren't anymore, were we? We'd given up and were on our way out of the city to look for caravans that might be camped outside the city walls. Better money in guard work, anyway."
"You want the tickets to sell, or to come with us?" Brugga asked.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 6, 2015 9:24:26 GMT -6
Day 9/turn 9a for Joaquim, Ximo:
The gnome, a Mr. Jaggers by name, had been looking back and forth as the conversation continued over his head. He'd finally had enough, though, and tried to push Joaquim back from Ximo. "Be on your guard, friend!" Jaggers said, while eying Ximo warily. "I wouldn't trust this blaggard if I were you. How he even knows about our operation is beside me, unless -- friend, is he the double agent we were on our way to meet?" Jaggers asked, looking up at Joaquim with sudden comprehension.
Post by Ronny Serio on Jul 6, 2015 10:28:15 GMT -6
"Yes," Joaquim said, grabbing the gnome's arm and gently pulling him back along. "This is my good friend Ximo. That is all I will say for now. Everything else should be left to more private surroundings." All the while, Joaquim cast what he hoped were meaningful looks Ximo's ways.
Ximo hoped that Tulius was able to pick up on things as he replied in a hushed tone, "Yes, Mr. Jaggers, we do serve the same goals. Tulius is along to help maintain my cover. Do try to keep up the charade, please."
Though he had been only mildly curious about Joaquim's adventures during the battle (after all, how could they match his own heroics?), now his attention snapped more keenly onto the situation. And now it all made sense. Naturally Mr. Jaggers was in league with the Cult. After all, he had from an early moment suspected Ximo's central role in the opposition to the cult. That explained his determination to duel with him and his attempt to charm Ximo. Things were coming together.
The little band continued on its way to the Consortium where Ximo assumed an interrogation disguised as the clandestine meeting of a cabal would take place. In the ongoing cycle of literary tropes, Ximo was excited to find himself in tale of intrigue that could have flowed from the quill of a scribe from the Great Kingdom.
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 10, 2015 10:34:03 GMT -6
Day 11/turn 12 for Ramon, (Koldo, Fortunato):
Four helpful patrol members escorted Ramon, Koldo, and Fortunato into the city, where Fortunato simply slipped away from them into the night.
The Viscount's sentries at the closed gate of the Inner Bailey were less helpful. "Koldo who?" one asked. "Not the one who gave up his post to run off on a life of adventure?" No matter what Ramon said, these jerks on the night shift seemed determined to hold whatever grudge they had against Koldo against the both of them and would not let them in.
Forced to wait until morning, they went to the nearby Grandmother Henrin's House of Rest, where old Grandmother Henrin met them at the gate. Ramon knew of Henrin as a "rival" priestess from the Temple of the Journey, in addition to an innkeeper, but she held no animosity towards a clergyman of the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues. "If you boys want to rest in my common room for the rest of the night, feel free. I will pray you have better luck at the Bailey in the morning," she added when she knew the whole situation.
At least Henrin was cooperative enough to explain to them what had happened in their absence. "I understand the monster flew in suddenly from the west. It looked like a dragon, black as pitch, but its gaze turned people to stone, like a basilisk. Even more horrible was the timing of its attack, for it swooped in on the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues just as services were letting out there. It ignored powerful spells that agents of the Silver Consortium used against it and turned away a charge of knights from Castle Ukibilaren with its gaze and its poisonous spittle. Only concentrated arrow fire drove it off -- and then it simply disappeared.
"All of the temples of the city, including my own, are fearful of another such attack, though one has not happened yet..."
"Thank you for your hospitality, Grandmother. It is pleasant to stay here with you. We will be out of your hair come the morning," Ramon closed their conversation with the landlady. Shortly thereafter he and Koldo settled in to rest in the common room. Ramon was grateful to get out of his armor and knew he would be raw and chafing in many areas where the heavy plate had rubbed.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 15, 2015 9:07:53 GMT -6
Day 11, turn 1 for Eder:
This was not the life of adventure Eder had imagined for himself.
Eder had come to Verbobonc with a visiting dwarven scholar, Bunin, but who was still doing quiet research in the city and no longer needed Eder's services. Five days ago, Eder thought he had the chance to join an adventuring party being gathered by a man called Smudge at the Brass Rail Tavern (in the Foreign Quarter). It would have even meant getting to work with Eder's cousin, Dain. But when a brawl broke out between the cleric of Istus and the party's gnome, Smudge disappeared and so did Eder's chance for adventure.
Since then, Eder found employment at the Grisa Museum & Galleries. It was an impressive, though not overly large, marble building that reminded Eder of a temple. It housed statuary, tapestries, and paintings that could be seen by anyone who passed an interview with the management (only moneyed people seemed to pass the interview, from what Eder observed).
The manager was Jonatan Janvier, and he had been in talks recently with some people about a new exhibit. The people seemed important; from the snatches of conversation Eder had overheard, they were from the Mayor's Hall or maybe even the Viscount's Castle. Eder had not heard much, however, because -- even though Eder had been hired for sentry duty, Janvier seemed convinced that Eder was actually a porter.
"Eder! Get in here and move these pictures!" Janiver yelled just now.
Post by dtspurrier on Sept 15, 2015 16:20:20 GMT -6
Elder sighs and heads into the next room. He says "boss my job is to provide security here in this museaum not be a porter. I will help you move your pictures this time. "
Elder can't help think about his life as an adventurer. He liked the time he spent with sergi and the human's dream of wealth and fame. Once he is done with work he is going to go the harvester heroes and apply. He realizes he will have to stop at the bottom but if he can get out of moving pictures and sweeping floors all the better.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 24, 2015 14:59:30 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 7 for Marcel:
Marcel was a free man -- his training complete! It was late afternoon when he and Peio wrapped up in the Inner Bailey.
Calista was indeed free to speak with Marcel after training, as if she had been waiting to do so. She went with him when he left the Inner Bailey for the High Quarter. "I've heard others speaking about a new fighter's guild you are starting here in Verbobonc," she explained. "If it would not interfere with my duties to the Church's Army, would I be able to apply for membership in your guild as well?"
Marcel started to explain the investigator's guild and how it would differ from a fighter's guild to Calista, but she paused as they were passing Grandmother Herrero's House of Rest.
"Can you tell me the rest over dinner?" she suggested.
Post by scottenkainen on Sept 29, 2015 21:29:38 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 8 for Marcel:
Several hours passed in the common room of the House of Rest. Marcel had a marvelous time, absorbed in his exuberance for the investigator's guild, and describing his plans at great length.
Calista, for her part, listened and nodded intently, interrupting only to say "That seems sensible" or "That is a good plan, Marcel." Finally, she ended with, "I would be thrilled to join, but what will be the qualifications for membership?"
Marcel was about to answer when the girls who staffed the inn began to go around from table to table, apologizing. "I am sorry," they would say, "but we are closing early tonight. Please finish your food and drink quickly, as we need to close the room. Yes, everyone will have to go to your rooms and be locked in for the night, or leave the inn for the night. Sorry!"
Marcel and Calista complied. Some people in hooded cloaks were moving about the grounds. One of them looked at Marcel and he could see it was Grandmother Herrero herself. She came over to talk to him.
"You are Marcel of Greyhawk, are you not?" she asked. She observed him intently through slitted eyes for a long moment, her lips pursed tight. Finally, she said, "I need you to take this and guard it with your life. Please," she said, holding out what appeared to be a small copper figurine of a swan. "Take your friend and go now."
Marcel's questions died on his lips as Grandmother Herrero turned her back on him immediately, continuing on her way. Calista was looking at him curiously, and he gave her a shrug. "I'm just as confused as you are, I reckon." He turned the swan about in his hand, peering at it closely. "Never met her before, don't know why she'd entrust me with anything."
The pair left the grounds, emerging onto the street outside. "I'm staying the Bronze Unicorn," Marcel said. "You're welcome to join me there for a drink. Or I can escort you back to wherever you lay your head at night."
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 13, 2015 10:02:42 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 5 for Caltaran:
Caltaran had excused himself from the lama's presence and left the temple, and the Inner Bailey.
South of the Bailey, on the south side of the High Quarter, the Velverdyva River roared past right through the city. The bridges spanning the river were both to the west of here. Caltaran understood that river burial ceremonies used to take place from the easternmost bridge, but that was ended because they interfered with bridge traffic for too long. So a special landing was built here, a granite square inset with round, bronze symbols (like giant coins) engraved with the symbols of all the deities officially recognized by the city. Caltaran knew that he would be standing here, in two days time, saying words of comfort to Nydia's friends and family. Would he find the right words? Would they speak at all to the guilt he felt over her death?
Caltaran looked upriver. This, Verbobonc, had been his home for some time, but it was not his true home. Caltaran had once considered himself a wanderer, but had allowed himself to settle down. Was it getting to be time to move again...?
Post by dtspurrier on Nov 13, 2015 21:55:47 GMT -6
Caltaran spends some time here gathering his thoughts he also goes over the advice from his church hierarchy. He came here as a youngster to escape from his father and brother. He has trained hard. Now he needs to deal with his past. He figures the funeral ceremony is first to honor Nydia death but to also tell the truth on what happened, and he will not spin the events as other speakers could do the truth must be said.
Once this is completed he will ask the church if he is needed in the dungeon then he will go. If he is forbidden to go then the next journey will be a temporary leave of absense to go back to Mitrik and bring his father and brother to justice. Caltaran has suffered a lot with the prison incident and his judgement in the dungeon. This leave of absense will end his past and will help him in the future.
Last Edit: Nov 13, 2015 22:00:13 GMT -6 by dtspurrier