The (as-yet unnamed) patrolman looked surprised that an elf invoked a human god and it was, perhaps, this that made him listen and stay behind when his every instinct said to come with and help his partner.
And so, Rhillian accompanied Txomin alone to the House of Healing...
((Next turn in the Dawn Quarter folder!))
((Hope I'm not jumping the gun here. I'm good at doing that ))
Rhillian, as he brought Txomin to the house of healing, will accost any available guards or watchmen and inform them that the un-named guard may need immediate backup at Noddy's Tavern and Museum. He will of course recant the tale of the strange goings on, the plant, and how it wounded Txomin. After, he will state he needs to see this wounded fellow to get healed, and would return as he is able.
Last Edit: Nov 19, 2014 18:41:20 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 20, 2014 10:10:51 GMT -6
Day 6/turn 14 for Rhillian:
On the far end of the Dawn Quarter stood the stone House of Healing, surrounded by wide arcades engraved with the iconography of every deity recognized in the city. Though the wealthy could come straight to the temples for healing, the middle class was encouraged to come here. And, apparently, the Viscount's soldiers were as well.
Txomin was bleeding like he didn't like having blood in his body anymore, which quickly brought them to the attention of someone stationed in the House of Healing who could help. It was a man in his mid-40s, clad in the white mantle of some clerical faith.
"Come, lie him over here," the man said to Rhillian. "Sir," the man said to Txomin, "I am Father Edorta, of the Church of the Blinding Light. I can heal your wounds, if you have no objection to accepting the blessings of Pholtus, the one true god?"
"Ungh....none," Txomin managed.
Rhillian looked around the circular, central chamber of the house, with its all-stone interior lit by coal-burning braziers, and he noticed three other men sitting on stone slabs. The three men were all dressed like the merchant class, but their clothes were torn and tussled. They avoided eye contact with each other while they nursed what could only be minor wounds.
"Father Edorta, I do appreciate your assistance with this man." Says Rhillian, with a smile and a slight, polite bow. "I am Rhillian Fainor, and this man came to this injury through heroic deed by keeping me safe. He is a fine example of the Viscount's men."
Saying this, Rhillian moved to wait in the chamber, to hear word of Txomin's good health. Noticing the odd trio over at the stone slabs, he moves over towards them, and sits somewhat centrally between them. They are curious, and questions come up inside the elf's mind.
"Good day, fellows. I see you've encountered some scuffling. I pray that your wounds be met and your health return to you all." he would say to them, gently and courteously, and leave it at that for the moment. It was plain that they were less than interested in discussing things amongst themselves; Perhaps the kind words of the elf could spur some illuminating conversation.
Still, in his mind, Rhillian knew he couldn't tarry here over-long... There was too much to be seen and answered for at Noddy's place. But Txomin was in need of care, and Rhillian meant to see the end of that before moving forward. He could always appeal to the courts if need be later.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 24, 2014 10:33:25 GMT -6
Day 6/turn 16 for Rhillian:
"It was two days ago," the pudgy-tattooed man said. "Four men broke into my shop, pinned me down, gagged me, and forced that awful tattoo onto my skin. I recognized it at once from the rumors that had been going around that the men who had burned the orphanage five days ago wore tattoos like this. I tried to hide it, but it was so warm in my shop today that I pulled up my sleeves without thinking -- and my nosy neighbor--"
"Look who's talking about noses!" shot back the 'nosy neighbor'.
"Whether he belongs this demon-worshiping cult or not, he's got to go," said the third man. "When word gets out about this, it could hurt all our businesses. Who's going to want to come to a grocer next door to a tailor suspected of being a cultist, when there's a grocer four blocks away in the Business Quarter they can go to instead?"
Rhillian's smoothly-featured face twisted foully into a scowl at mention of demon-worshiping. His body grew noticeably rigid.
"Pray, good Sirs... Do go on." His tone is flat, monotone, severe. "Please educate me regarding this group of demon-worshipers. And you, Sir, I know that I do not know you and may not judge," he says, as his face turns to the tattooed merchant, "I would greatly appreciate any further information you might provide regarding your assailants. Race? Dress? Uncommon markings, time of day, location?"
He leveled a cool gaze at the man; Emotions on his face unreadable and blank. Heavy. "...And why, in the name of St. Cuthebert, would they target you?"
This question he left hanging in the air like a grey, choking pall.
Last Edit: Nov 24, 2014 20:39:34 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 25, 2014 10:11:13 GMT -6
Day 6/turn 17 for Rhillian:
"I think it's the Elemental Evil cult, come back. You must know of them, there was a huge battle that involved the entire Viscounty against them, years back."
"My assailants? Well, they were men...only one of them had a pink nose, so upturned that it didn't look natural."
"I've heard half-orcs sometimes have noses like that."
"Oh yeah, I've seen one!"
"Anyway, two of them were wearing leather armor, the kind that laces up the back, oh, and with grieves over their shins. I don't think the other two were in armor, but they did wear leather jerkins over grey cotes, with dark brown hose. And all four of them were wearing...like, a dark olive-green, cloaks."
"That's enough of your fashion sense! The man asked you for time of day too!"
"Oh, it was supper time! Business is usually slow at supper time and they must have known that. Location? Well, at my shop, of course. Why did they target me? Well...I....I just don't know. I didn't know them, and couldn't have wronged them. I don't know why they singled me out." The man looked humiliated, rather than suspicious.
"Yeah, awfully suspicious...like maybe it didn't happen that way at all," said one of the younger, angry neighbors. "I remember hearing noise from your shop that night, but it sounded like you were having a party in there."
Rhillian listens to these men, intently, leaning forward in his seat due to his growing interest in these matters. The injured guardsman, Txomin, was still of course on his mind (as that fellow was so valiant in his duties for the city), but this new development required attention. Immediate attention, unfortunately.
"So, it seems that these cultists grow ever-bold. This is ill news," Rhillian spoke aloud yet as if to himself, his face and eyes upturning towards the heavens. A hand comes up to cradle his chin, rubbing it in thought. "Ill news indeed." The look on his elfin face, while appearing timeless as it does on all of his kind, appears very distant for a few moments... Before returning to the present and leveling upon the men to speak to them.
"Gentlemen." He says it flatly. "I might ask, you all being good, upstanding citizens, would you mind at some point in the near future that I might assist in the investigations of this matter? I'm sure your mind might be placed at rest with some resolution regarding your assault," The elf adds towards the tattooed merchant. To he, Rhillian continues, "Would you mind at all if I were to attend your place of business for a bit of a search for clues?" His voice is loud enough to impose import to all three men in attendance; The look on his face as he speaks it quite plain.
Refuse at the social peril of your peers as a lawful citizen.
A very severe smile grows upon his face. Friendly, stern, forceful. "I'm sure your assistance in this matter might do well for your standing in our fair city. You know how word of mouth sets the foundation for merchants..."
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 26, 2014 17:33:36 GMT -6
Day 6/Turn 18 for Rhillian:
"Yes...of course you could attend my place of business, sir..." the victimized merchant said.
"Wait a minute!" one of the other merchants said. "What do we know about this elf we've been telling everything to? How do we know he's not a cultist, come here to find out what we know while he talks to his confederate here? Did you use some elf magic to make us talk just now, elf?"
The mood in the room was turning hostile again quickly. The angry young merchant wore a dagger at his waist and his fingers were nervously playing about the hilt...
Oh, the minds of those they call 'Mankind'. And they say that Elfs are frivolous! Given the rather strange mood-swing of the merchants who, just a moment ago were at each other and now appeared to transform into a team before him, Rhillian thought the previous stereotype preposterous. It was not he who was acting frivolous.
"Gentlemen, did you hear me whisper any arcane words? I have cast no magic. Did you see my arms wave? Did I toss strange ingredients in your faces? I think not. It has been a trying day for all of you, but... Do keep your minds, will you?"
The elf was forced to settle back for the time it took to say the above; Slouching some, his expression gentle, showing some measure of submission. But only for that moment; Accusations of demon-worshiping were not to allow un-checked.
"Do NOT think to slander me as some demon-worshiping cultist. Do NOT." the elf says, now sitting stock-straight in his seat. His hand, previously resting on his staff that fell across his lap, now stands that self-same item upright solidly on the floor... It's engravings facing the men plain as day. His face turns to it, a look of introspection now rising on his face.
"I don't suppose any of you read old Olven?" He muses to them, yet still looking at that staff, that beloved gift. "If not, I'm certain some of the priests in this home might." Now, he turns to look them in their faces again. "I can call to have them come and read it for you, should you not trust me. I would think, if you knew the history of this item, and my own (which is none of your own business, thank you very much), that you would not so lightly accuse me of such vile treachery as being a cultist. Shall I call the priests, or can any of you read it?"
He awaits, just a few blinks of an eye, before interjecting with "But this does none of you any good fortune. The situation remains: You've been assailed by this rise of corruption that plagues the surrounding lands. You, in your fiery, emotional confusion, accuse an honest Elf of conspiracy. And yet, those among you are harrassed, beaten, and marked with vile signs. Gentlemen, use your brains. This is no time for accusation, it is a time for investigation to uncover truths and not make hippity-hoppity guesses. When this guard whom I brought here is cured of his injuries, let us talk of when we can have a look about this business. And by all means, let us have good guardsmen at our sides as we do so! ...And truly, if you'd like a priest to verify these words, by all means, lets call one."
There is a danger here, and Rhillian is trying to deal with it as calmly, and rationally, as he may. He is concerned, however; There is no telling if he will even be able to finish the words he tries to speak.
Last Edit: Nov 26, 2014 21:00:18 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 28, 2014 20:17:03 GMT -6
Day 6/Turn 19 for Rhillian:
Despite his attempt to shame the merchants into cooperation, the two younger ones remained suspicious and, now, avoided talking to him altogether. The victimized, older merchant, however, stepped aside with Rhillian and offered to shake his hand. "I hope to see you at my shop, Rhillian, tomorrow? You will find it on the far east end of Haxx Street, near where the Business Quarter meets the Dawn Quarter."
Father Edorta was also ready to say good-bye to Rhillian. "Your friend is healing well, but I would like him to spend another hour or two under my supervision. I have heard raised voices coming from in here since you arrived, friend elf. Is there anything else you need from me...?"
"I will indeed be there, Sir, at a time that will accommodate the both of us. I thank you for being so upright and interested in the goings-on of nefarious demon-cults. Let us give prayer to the gods that this foul working be uncovered in the light of good investigation. Shall we say, early morn, after breakfast, fellow? By the way, I am Rhillian." So saying, the elf rises from his seat to bow before the man... The one he didn't think would actually be amenable.
As Father Edorta enters, Rhillian remains standing, and bows lightly before him. "I am very pleased to hear of the wellness of brave guardsman Txomin. Thank you for the report, and more importantly, for the tending of his wounds, good man." The elf smiles sincerely at the priest; A wave of relief washing through his body language. "It seems the raised voices you heard from this direction resound from these fellows," says he, "As this poor individual was accosted by those whom he believes to be cultists. All three seem to be at odds with each other over the matter and terribly distraught." Rhillian makes no mention of the potential violence they offered him.
At the last, Rhillian crooks an eyebrow up quizzically, and adds to that man as if an afterthought, "Father, could you read for me aloud the inscription on this staff given me for these gentlemen, if you read Olde Olven?" Rhillian says in answer to the priest's question.
Last Edit: Nov 29, 2014 11:18:56 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by scottenkainen on Dec 2, 2014 18:39:23 GMT -6
Day 6/Turn 19a for Rhillian:
"My name is Nacio," the merchant told Rhillian. "My door, it has a sign with a needle on it right over my door. I will be there before my regular hours, to meet you."
When talking about the staff with Father Edorta, Edorta said, "No, I cannot read such a language, nor do I know any others of my kind who do -- though that is not to say that are none. The priests of the Temple of the Heavenly Virtues are more into knowledge for the sake of knowledge. You might even find the answer you seek at the Library of Delleb they maintain, in the Business Quarter."
"Well, Nacio, I'll be there tomorrow then, before your shop opens. If you don't mind, I'll ask some of the guard to accompany me, not only in case either of us get accosted by these thugs, but also to lend an 'authorized' air to this investigation. With any luck, your establishment can be made free of such vile activity and it can be back to work in common comfort for you. We can at least try." says Rhillian to Nacio the merchant. He does not speak to the other two for now; They have shown great rudeness and potential violence so the elf desires nothing further from them. His demeanor towards them is cold.
Towards Father Edorta, Rhillian smiles courteously and bows some; Tucking his staff under the crook of his arm. "Well, I only thought to get lucky, I suppose. I do appreciate the information. I know what it says, but was hoping that someone nearby could validate that for me. It's no matter, but thank you anyways. Could you let me know when Txomin is well again? I'd be pleased to have a discussion with the man regarding the situation that led him here in your care in the first place."
Post by scottenkainen on Dec 3, 2014 19:04:39 GMT -6
Day 6/Turn 19b for Rhillian:
"Of course," Father Edorta said with equal courtesy. "You could check with me here, or at the Temple of the One True Path, to see when if I have already discharged your friend. Or perhaps you would like to speak to him first yourself, and arrange a time to rendezvous? I believe he is just resting in the other room quietly and not asleep."
"Well then, my good man, if I could go in and speak to him, I'd love a chance to do that. Is it ok to go in now?" Rhillian will ask the priest. He will then look to Nacio. "I'll see you on the morrow, good sir, and I wish you a speedy recovery. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Rhillian stands and bows to the injured merchant, smiling, and then looks again to Father Edorta. "Which room did you say Txomin was in?" and makes ready to go and visit the guardsman.
((Intentions: He wants to ask Txomin for someone in charge at the guard, who he might elicit some help with at regarding his heirloom, and to report the supposed cult activity that affected the three merchants. He's hoping to gain official guard assistance to investigate both things, and perhaps make some friends thereabouts also.))
Post by scottenkainen on Dec 4, 2014 9:32:28 GMT -6
Day 6/Turn 20 for Rhillian:
Rhillian returned to the central chamber of the House of Healing (this resting area was just a corner room) and found Txomin, lying comfortably on a cot, no longer wearing his armor. He even had his quilted hood down, revealing short, coarse, sandy brown hair.
"Hey..." Txomin said mildly, without lifting his head off his pillow. "Thank you for helping me back there. Rhillian, wasn't it? Aw, this isn't so bad. If you're seriously injured while on duty, you not only get a day off to rest here, but you get a free second day of rest in the inn of your choice. Of course, you're supposed to be better after that and they put you right back on duty..."
"Who's in charge? Well, the sergeant I answer to is Sergeant Eguzki. You should be able to find him at the Foreign Quarter Station House, or leave a message for him there. Say you want to file a formal request for an inquiry into allegedly stolen goods; he has to launch an investigation then."
"Cult activity, huh? Yeah, I'd heard some rumors about that in the past week. You can report that too, file a formal request to investigate suspicious persons, if you want those shopkeepers investigated. You could request the same for the gnomes at Higden's, if you want to be extra thorough, but that's usually assumed to be part of a stolen goods investigation."
"Thank you for this excellent information, good Sir... But mainly, for your bravery on my behalf in the face of a shapeless horror! I will not only file these reports, but also, put in a good word about you to your superiors. I believe they need to know they've a first-class soldier in need of promotion!"
Rhillian bows and smiles to the man. "I wish you Cuthebert's speed in recovery, Sir... Our fair streets need one such as you patrolling them. Now, I must bid you farewell for the moment, as there is much to be done. Good day, brave Txomin!" With this, Rhillian exits the room, says goodbye to Father Edorta and the merchant Nacio, and heads off to the foreign quarter station house in search of Sergeant Eguzki... With a spring in his step, and the speed of great purpose.
Post by scottenkainen on Mar 18, 2015 18:07:14 GMT -6
Day 7/Turn 7 Marcel:
Marcel took a peaceful stroll through the Dawn Quarter, appreciating its ample greenery in the spaces between buildings. Eventually, that stroll took him to Zeru's Maroon Mon Inn. There was a distinctly different architecture to the building to the rest of the neighborhood, from the bright maroon color of the outer walls to the high gables and eaves of the building. The entryway was paved in marble, not unlike a temple.
A greeter inside was dressed in western-style robes and upward curled shoes, though it was a mundane mace he wore hanging from his thick girdle. Marcel expected to have to hand over his weapons, like at the Bronze Unicorn, but the man just said, "Keep your weapons sheathed and you'll be fine, though I will hold onto anything you're carrying that would keep you from eating. Your shield and helm, perhaps?"
Potted palm plants flanked the entrance to a hallway that ran left and right, but with many archways on the opposite wall all leading into a large common room. On this side of the hallway were curtained doorways leading into smaller rooms. Marcel was left wondering at first what went on in those smaller rooms and explored the common room instead, since he heard exotic music coming from within.
The floor of the common room was covered in elaborate mosaic scenes of what looked like faraway places. Instead of fireplace hearths, the room was lit by over a dozen hanging lanterns. Three musicians played something wild with a lute and two other stringed instruments Marcel didn't recognize. Two women danced to the music, while three men sitting on stools watched on and enjoyed the show. A distinctly pleasant aroma of cooking meat was coming from a doorway at the rear of this room.
One of the dancers came over to welcome Marcel. "Welcome to Zeru's! That's lamb and beef you smell. Would you like some wine and bread while you wait for supper? Or would you like to use one of the tearooms?" she asked, explaining that was what the smaller rooms off the main hallway were.
Post by Ronny Serio on Mar 25, 2015 8:04:05 GMT -6
"A tearoom would be excellent," Marcel said, hoping that what went on in those tearooms was... you know. "But I'll take some wine and bread, as well. And supper when it's ready. I expect to have quite an appetite."
Post by Ronny Serio on Apr 1, 2015 12:21:54 GMT -6
Some time later, Marcel left Zeru's in an excellent mood. Life was good. With all his appetites sated, he had no particular place to be. He continued to stroll the Dawn Quarter idly, keeping a casual lookout for anything of interest. Eventually he would work his way back to the Bronze Unicorn.
Post by scottenkainen on Apr 6, 2015 8:24:21 GMT -6
Day 7/Turn 9 for Marcel:
Marcel's coinpurse was 4 gold lighter after his visit to Zeru's.
While strolling through the quarter, admiring all the greenery and the elven-style architecture, Marcel came across Jake's Arms and Armor. It was a large, half-stone structure and the sign out front, while it did not bear the name 'Jake' on it, depicted a man in armor holding a halberd. "That's Jake," a patron of the store side outside, when Marcel asked.
Unlike most stores which displayed their wares through open windows, Jake's required you to go inside and shop. A woman with an ugly face but a shapely body and a low-cut outfit was a sales clerk and offered to let Marcel hold any sword he wanted to take down off the wall and try them for weight and balance.
"No, this man doesn't want a sword," said a man who looked much like the Jake sign outside. "He wants a crossbow. Ever fired a crossbow? It's an experience every man should have. Why-"
Jake's sales pitch was interrupted by a pudgy bald man in a dirty leather jerkin who rushed up at this and interjected, "You got more crossbows in stock, Jake? You know I need more crossbows! I gots to stock up all I can before the Viscount comes for 'em!"
"What's this now," Marcel asked the men. "I'm new around these parts and have yet to hear such tidings. I've never fired a crossbow myself, but I've been on the other end a time or two. Never a fun experience."
Post by scottenkainen on Apr 8, 2015 18:24:29 GMT -6
Day 7/Turn 13 for Ximo:
Ximo toured the Dawn Quarter and found there were three inns -- Lamarca’s Inn, Zeru’s Maroon Mon Inn, and the Silver Lyre Inn.
Lamarca's looked to be the newest and fanciest inn in the city. Square in shape, with a high-gabled, shingled roof and gothic styling, the whole building was painted white. Plum trees, older than the inn, overflowed the compound’s privacy wall. The open front gate was engraved finely with a dragon flying through clouds.
Zeru's Maroon Mon Inn had a distinctly different architecture to the building to the rest of the neighborhood, from the bright maroon color of the outer walls to the high gables and eaves of the building. The entryway was paved in marble, not unlike a temple.
The Silver Lyre Inn was small and rustic. The furnishings were old and well used, but everything was clean. Lyre music was coming from somewhere unseen inside.
Ximo tried Lamarca's first. When he entered he was immediately met by a neatly dressed man, presumably the proprietor. Fortunately Ximo was wearing good robes, though they did show some mud from the street. He was not alone in that he was sure.
"How may I help you..." the man asked.
"I have been directed to present myself before the Baron of Penwich. The messenger sent for me was less than competent and only recalled that the Baron's inn was in this quarter of the city. As one of the Baron's clerks, I would know if he is staying here or if he is going to be staying here the next few days."
If the proprietor, or whatever he was, did not have a helpful answer, Ximo planned to engage one of the stableboys or whatever the place had of that sort. He would offer whatever minion he could locate a gold piece. For that gold piece, paid upon completion of the task, the lad needed to bring news to Ximo at the Molten Spigot or Madame Henrin's.
Then Ximo moved on to Zeru's Maroon Moon Inn and finally the Silver Lyre and repeated the same inquiries and promises to servants if nothing came of his efforts.
Post by scottenkainen on Apr 9, 2015 13:29:28 GMT -6
Day 7/Turn 9a for Marcel:
"You've never fired a crossbow?" the crossbow enthusiast said, looking over Marcel now as if he was covered from head to foot in offal. "How did your daddy ever make a man out of you if he didn't take you out to shoot a crossbow?
"He's right, you should get some practice with a crossbow," Jake said to Marcel. "When the Viscount's men start imposing harsher restrictions on your liberties, you'll want to fight back, right? But his soldiers are going to be wearing heavy armor. You're going to want something with piercing power you can use from a distance - like a crossbow."
"Ah...you better put me down for another 50 quarrels too, Jake," the enthusiast said, suddenly nervous.
"You sure you got enough money left to feed your family there, Blas?" Jake asked guardedly.
"Never you mind my business," Blas countered rudely.
Unshaken, Jake turned the conversation back to Marcel. "You should come to the big gathering they're having on Godsday. It's at--"
"Now, hold on there!" Blas interjected. "How do we know this fellow is patriot enough to come to our gathering? Let's test you. Suppose an elf breaks into your home at night, to steal your wife and children. What would you do?"