Post by scottenkainen on May 19, 2014 10:02:35 GMT -6
Day 3 (turn 32) for Marcel:
Marcel woke up. That alone was something of a surprise, given what he last remembered happening. He was lying on a wooden bench in a small, stone room with light filtering in through...oh, of course, that must be the barred window of a cell door. Ouch! Marcel had moved too fast to sit up. He was hurting bad from that wound that rendered him unconscious...how long ago? It was impossible to say, as the light spilling into his cell was torchlight and not sunlight. At least he did not have to share his cell with anyone. And, as cells went, it was not too awful. Sure, there was dirt and excrement and cobwebs, but at least no rats that he could see.
Checking himself over, Marcel found he had been stripped out of his armor, and all his weapons, money, and gear gone. He had his quilted gambon on (the hooded, full-body padding he wore under his armor), and some bandages around his waist, but that was all. Nearby him was a lead cup full of water.
Post by Ronny Serio on May 19, 2014 11:18:24 GMT -6
At first Marcel was glad that he'd left his new armor back at the inn; he'd hate to have lost that too. Then he realized that he probably wouldn't actually be in this predicament if he'd worn it. Ah well, he wasn't too concerned about getting his belongs back. Hopefully, Trazen could smooth everything over.
He downed the cup of water quickly, probably too quickly, but he was thirsty enough not to care. After standing up slowly, trying hard to reopen his wound, Marcel positioned himself over a drain in the corner and relieved himself. When his business was finished, he shambled over to the cell door and called for a guard.
Post by scottenkainen on May 19, 2014 12:48:40 GMT -6
Turn 33 for Marcel:
After awhile of making noise...
"Hold on, hold on..." someone said from down a narrow corridor. A man in leather armor, carrying a lantern, came slowly down the corridor and stopped in front of Marcel's cell. He was an old guard, probably in his mid-50s ((played by an aging Keir Dullea - www.imdb.com/media/rm2034678016/nm0001158?ref_=nm_phs_md_6)). "Good to see you lived through the night. You are in a holding cell of the Ryemend Garrison. Are you well enough to eat something? I can bring you a piece of bread. Won't do you much good to ask me any questions, as I'm just the jailer here, the turnkey if you will, as they called us when I first started doing this job. Still, I'm likely to be your only company until the warden decides to release you, so if you want to try, go ahead and ask me your questions."
Post by Ronny Serio on May 19, 2014 13:44:56 GMT -6
"I'm always well enough to eat," Marcel said with whatever smile he could muster. "How long was I out?" He was relieved when the turnkey told him it was just the next day. Marcel let the man find him some food before he asked anything else. The bread arrived and the big man attacked it ferociously. He finished about half before taking a break to talk to his jailer again.
"I won't be pleading for my release or anything, but it might be good for your fellows to know that the men that attacked me are part of the cult that burned down the orphanage in Verbobonc last night. Don't know if you heard about that, but it was a nasty bit of business. I was tracking down some leads and one started following me. I slipped that fella and then started tailing him instead. He met up with a friend, I think that's the one that got me. Anyway, after a while they spotted me and came for me right in the middle of the road. I gotta admit I didn't think they'd be brazen enough to do it the open like that. Guess I learned a hard lesson there."
"That's all I've really got for you on that score. I'd appreciate it if you passed it on. Feel free to stop back by if you want to chat. Name's Marcel. I wouldn't be put out if you brought more food with you neither."
Post by scottenkainen on May 20, 2014 15:07:56 GMT -6
Turn 34-40 for Marcel:
Marcel waited for Adrien the Turnkey to return with some more bread, which he did a while later. Adrien tossed the bread to Marcel through the bars, rather than handing the smaller piece through the bars.
"It sounds like it was a hard lesson," Adrien said about the story Marcel had told. Adrien chuckled a little. The warden will be here to see you after he arrives, but I'll make sure to pass along your warning about this 'nasty bit of business' before he sees you."
Hours passed. Eventually, Marcel was visited by Warden Noy Navratil, a dark-skinned Flannae ((played by Ivan Dixon -- www.imdb.com/name/nm0228853/?ref_=tt_cl_t5)), who simply glanced through the bars and looked Marcel up and down.
"You look like some big city dandy," the warden said. "And now you come here, telling people there are cultists in our town, attacking people in the streets? You've got some nerve...but having nerve isn't a crime. I can only charge you for the care you received after you were pulled up off the street. Two gold pieces will be deducted off that small fortune you were carrying around on you -- also not a good idea, you know -- before we give you your possessions back. Sounds good to you?"
As long as Marcel said yes, Warden Navratil unlocked the cell and let Marcel out.
Post by Ronny Serio on May 21, 2014 8:44:55 GMT -6
A big city dandy? That was a laugh. The warden had obviously never visited a big city slum. Despite that ignorance, he seemed to be a good man. He had Marcel over a barrel, but was letting him off. Letting him off cheap. Marcel knew when to keep his mouth shut and this situation definitely qualified.
"Reasonable enough," was all the reply he gave the warden.
If Marcel was able to retrieve his belongings and everything was there that should be, he'd get out of Ryemend with due haste and make for the Bronze Dragon.
Post by scottenkainen on May 21, 2014 17:56:46 GMT -6
Turns 41-42 for Marcel:
There seemed to be some dithering on the part of the soldiers who handed Marcel's belongings back to him bit by bit. When he got his bag of gold back, he noted the two gold piece fine had already been docketed from his possessions -- but he was sure that a third gold piece was missing as well that should have been there.
Post by Ronny Serio on May 22, 2014 7:49:44 GMT -6
Three gold was getting off just as cheap as two, as far as Marcel was concerned. He gave the guards a bit of a cocked eyebrow to let them know that he noticed, but he didn't say a word about it. He gathered up his possessions and did his level best to get out of the compound without further incident.
Post by scottenkainen on May 23, 2014 11:51:35 GMT -6
Turn 51 for Joaquim:
"I have never had the pleasure of speaking with the Viscount," Officer Silva said on their way up the road to Ryemend, "but I have seen and heard him many time and he seems quite...charismatic."
They reached the Ryemend Garrison together, a walled compound that looked like a scaled down version of the Inner Bailey in Verbobonc (minus a cathedral). Officer Silva stated their purpose to the sentries at the open gate and then Joaquim had to give a description of Marcel.
"That sounds like the man who was released earlier this morning," one of the sentries said. "He was attacked in the streets, they say."
"Pardon us," another sentry said, who spoke for a small group of curiously staring sentries behind him, "but did you two encounter anything strange on the way into town this morning? Apparently there was more activity of some weird new cult on the road between here and the city, but we've heard few details."
Post by Ronny Serio on May 23, 2014 15:24:00 GMT -6
"If there was any cult activity on the road, it was quite subtle, which thus far has not been their style," said Joaquim, trying to keep his affectation cheery despite the frustration he was feeling at having missed Marcel. Attacked in the street? So bold. This situation was escalating quickly.
Joaquim thanked the guardsmen and then turned his attention back to Silva. "I apologize if I've wasted your time this morning. We have, at the least, learned that Marcel is alive. Hopefully the big idiot has gone to the Bronze Unicorn. I'll be heading back there now. I'd be happy to retain your company if you'll be returning as well..."
If she did indeed journey with Joaquim to Verbobonc proper, he would gauge her interest in the mentions of the cult. Were she curious he would fill her in on the recent happenings, if not he would bring up the other female officer he'd met, Lieutenant Haizea, and feel out Silva's opinion of her.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 10, 2014 11:26:25 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 1 for the Mikaelsons:
It had been a long journey from the Kingdom of Keoland to the river valley that housed the Viscounty of Verbobonc. Everyone here spoke with strange accents and in a dialect the Mikaelsons sometimes had trouble understanding. But it would be worth it if they found their mother here.
The City of Verbobonc seemed quaint compared to the size and splendor of Niole Dra, capital city of the kingdom -- but after a few days in Verbobonc, the Mikaelsons had the clue they needed. A woman matching the description of their mother had last been seen heading north out of the city, towards the Town of Ryemend, so that's why the Mikaelsons were here.
Ryemend was a suburb of Verbobonc, just a short distance to the north, and even more quaint than Verbobonc. It was an unwalled town, mostly made of wood, with flat streets of packed dirt, mud, and filth. Dogs, cats, chickens, and goats roamed the streets almost as much as people did.
It was getting to be dinner time and the Mikaelsons had been asking around for hours. They had also spent almost the end of their money on food earlier that day. Unless lodging and stabling was cheap in Ryemend, they might have trouble finding a place for themselves and their horses tonight.
But they did have a lucky break -- a merchant they just spoke with recognized the description they had given him. "That woman weent' to see Romain the Doctor not an 'our ago," he said, and pointed to the doctor's house.
Romain's house was a one-story wooden building with a slate roof, chimney, shuttered windows, one door, and looked to be big enough to maybe have four small rooms inside. There was a painter's workshop on the left and a roofer's home on the right and they shared a common backyard space with other buildings, accessible by two alleyways.
Now they had to think about how they wanted to approach the place and, if it did turn out to be their mother inside, if they were ready to kill the witch.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 10, 2014 18:56:12 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 1a for the Mikaelsons:
Two minutes later, a middle-aged man with pale skin and a blonde mustache answered the door. He wore a white beret and a black jerkin over a white tunic. "I am Blaine," the man said, "but I am not seeing patients today unless it is an emergency." Blaine held the door close so they could not see far inside.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 10, 2014 21:50:24 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 1c for the Mikaelsons:
The doctor was no match for Elijah and Niklaus both pushing on the other side (though they did get a little squished in the doorway, trying to push through at the same time). Forced back inside, Blaine the Doctor could only watch in indignation as Elijah and Niklaus muscled into a small sitting room with three chairs and a small table with an oil lamp sitting on it. There was a doorway in the far and left walls leading into other rooms.
Elijah noticed the doctor was glancing nervously at the doorway to the left.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 11, 2014 13:51:25 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 9 for Rigellio:
It was not hard for Rigellio to find out where Ryemend was -- it was a suburban, unwalled town sprawled out just north of Verbobonc (there was only Verbobonc's curtain wall and a long, grassy meadow separating the two).
Half an hour later, Rigellio was not only in Ryemend, but had located the Jewel of the Velverdyva Inn. The inn was one free-standing building three stories tall -- one of the biggest buildings in Ryemend. There was no privacy wall, no attached stables. The walls outside were decorated with faded shields showing various heraldic designs upon them. The inn had a stone ground floor and wooden crossbeams exposed in mottle-and-daub walls on the upper two floors. The gabled roof was slate and had three chimneys. There were lots of shuttered windows on all sides.
Upon entering, Rigello was stopped in a foyer by one of two armed guards in chainmail.
"Not just anyone can use this inn, young man," the guard said firmly but nicely. "I don't know who you are, so you probably don't belong here."
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 11, 2014 13:57:06 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 2 for the Mikaelsons:
The next room held disappointment. It was an operating room, with a shelf full of jars of leeches and other medical supplies. And there was an old woman in the room -- it was not their mother, though they could see how a superficial resemblance had led people to assume they had seen their mother from their description. It was, in fact, the third time this had happened in two months of false leads.
The woman looked scared and stayed silent.
"This women is a midwife and, when you barged in, I feared you had some grudge against her," Blaine the Doctor said. "By your crestfallen looks, I'd say this is not who you intended to find...?"
Rigellio didn't miss a beat when accosted by the guardsmen. Rather, he produced a full-blown cheery grin for them, and stood stock-straight giving an air of happiness.
"Oh, Sirrah, I know you've not met me. But you are supposed to! See, I'm a newly-employed messenger-boy for Gerald the Herald. He tells me he's a limner, and I guess that means someone who paints shields with the pictures of knights and stuff. So people can see them on the battlefield, I think. He's sent me off, after filling my pockets with copper you see, to come out here and speak with the innkeeper about getting some more of these old shields so he can hang them inside, too." At this, Rigellio fans his arms out, directing attention at the old, battle-worn decorated shields along the outer walls.
"I sure hope you guys let me in to speak to him. See, this is my first job, and I wanna do a good one! Hard to find honest work as a lad my age, nobody ever trusts ya or takes a chance and give ya some work! I've just gotta speak to him, see, and have a look at the inside walls to see what kinda space there are to hang shields. I'm supposed to... Uh... I think it's called Uh-Praise or something? ...Yeah, Uh-Praise the walls and give a quote of the price for new decorated shields. That's ok, right, mister?"
The grubby boy stands there, waiting, effecting a very hopeful smile as he rocks back and forth on his heels with hands in his pockets.
Last Edit: Nov 11, 2014 14:22:05 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by megan11188 on Nov 11, 2014 17:45:22 GMT -6
Elijah says, "Sorry to just barge in but it looked as if the witch could be in this room when the doctor gave a worried look at the door." Elijah continues, "We were lead here, and we are getting tired of getting false trails." he puts his head in his hands, "Have either of you heard of a witch being in this area??"
Post by megan11188 on Nov 11, 2014 18:17:36 GMT -6
Elijah gives the midwife a stern look, and she does kind of look like their mother... Maybe she could have changed bodies, witches do all sorts of magic... Elijah says, "You do resemble the witch we are looking for." ((If she goes for a spell or attacks, we will attack with our weapons))