Post by scottenkainen on Oct 27, 2015 17:27:15 GMT -6
While discussing Caltaran, Ximo's thoughts drifted back to...
Day 13, turn 12a for Ximo, (Semer, Winoc - flashback!):
Jake had listened to Ximo's question and then delayed from answering it while he eyed Ximo suspiciously. After a long pause, Jake had finally said, "Sure. I have magic daggers and arrows. Are you...interested?"
When Ximo had shown interest in the daggers, Jake had elaborated. "I have a dagger with a simple enchantment. It can make a gargoyle bleed, but only if you get up close to it -- not balanced for throwing. I have a more special dagger, and this one is balanced for throwing. It has a double enchantment against small opponents -- anything less than 5' tall. Don't ask me why; maybe it was made by a wizard who hated short people. The first dagger I would sell for 500 gold. The second, I would sell for 800 gold. Let me know if you are interested."
Post by Ronny Serio on Oct 27, 2015 19:55:54 GMT -6
"Alas, with Joaquim sequestered in the Consortium, I've got no one to tell me what to do and am left to my own devices," Marcel said. "My agenda, at the moment, consists entirely of eating a ridiculously large breakfast. You would not believe how little Paladins are fed. I don't know how they do it. The majority of their divine protection must be focused on preventing them from starving to death. I had no chance, really."
"The plans for my Investigator's Guild continue to make their way through an arcane legal process. Those responsible for the Church's coffers have taken up the cause and work on my behalf in sorting out this phase of things. The cult has been laying low since Godsday, so I don't have any leads to chase on that end."
"I find myself a man with a sword, now taught how to properly use it, but with no one to stab. The last bit should probably be joyous, but I find myself strangely disappointed. Ah well, I'm sure something will come up. It always does in this town."
"Have you learned what sort of potion that was we took from the gnome's home?"
"That is good news that the Church supports your endeavor. In the meantime, perhaps you could be of service to Joaquim and I," Ximo proffered. "We have been given the task of locating an aged wizard of the Consortium. Our hope had been to gain a clue as to his whereabouts from a witch who was his close friend, but that ended with a rather dramatically violent battle out in the country. Perhaps Joaquim told you of it?"
Ximo continued, "In any case, this might fall into the type of work your Investigator's Guild might one day undertake. Would you be willing to see if you can locate this Gerdacre?"
Post by Ronny Serio on Oct 28, 2015 10:57:18 GMT -6
"Ah, I must confess I forgot about the potion completely. As for the wizard, it does indeed sound like the sort of thing the Investigator's Guild will take up. Yes, you've captured my spirit completely with your suggestion. I'll dig right into it. After breakfast, of course."
"Joaquim did tell me about the whole saga. I admit I didn't understand a thing regarding why you need this wizard, but I did pay particular attention to the stories of those deadly sisters. Quite the pair, eh? I should like to meet them. An intimidating place to begin the investigation, however. Do you have any other leads? Any details regarding the wizard? Where does he live? Who does he associate with? Why has he chosen to disappear right when he is most needed?"
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 28, 2015 22:53:28 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 2 for Marcel:
Marcel and Ximo talked and planned. In the background, Elise, the innkeeper's wife, was talking to some of her staff about a beggar out front.
"But, Madam," a serving lad said, "your husband never feeds beggars except on Godsdays."
"Ooo, phooey on that old half-orc," Elise said half-humorously, half-dismissively. "It's good luck to feed the poor! I've a bread trencher right here of yesterday's soup. Who wants the good luck of bringing it out to the poor man?"
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 29, 2015 20:59:55 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 15 for Caltaran:
Caltaran had shown up at the Bronze Unicorn Inn at mid-afternoon, the same day as the second expedition into the Ryemend Dungeon. He was feeling glum -- so glum that, when he did spot Marcel coming and going, he did not even bother to get up and go talk to him. He was distracted anyway. Some merchants at a neighboring table were talking about Ryemend, or more specifically, the Crossroads Inn in Ryemend.
"And he wants to get rid of a magic amulet?"
"Why doesn't he just give it to me?"
"He's tried giving it away! It always comes back to him, though, you see? He's sick of it and wants someone to help him get rid of it."
"Well...did he say where he got it?"
"Some practical joker of a wizard must have tried to pay his bill with it!" and they all had a good laugh.
Post by dtspurrier on Oct 30, 2015 23:51:51 GMT -6
(Ooc Scott if possible could I have rested and got spells back. If so how many and could I have cast them to heal my wounds.)
Caltaran sits down and orders an ale. His thoughts are when the next assault is and who is leading this and if the new expedition needs caltaran. He wonders now what life would be as an adventurer and now restricted with his duties here.
Post by scottenkainen on Oct 31, 2015 10:45:10 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 15a for Caltaran:
It was actually mid-evening when Caltaran sat alone in the common room of the Bronze Unicorn Inn, drowning his problems in ale. He was fully healed by his own god-given powers -- though it had taken three tries -- but the gods had taken away his blessing of slowing poison. Why were they displeased with him again? Was it just because he chaffed at the restrictions of his duties, in the most lawful church in the city?
Post by dtspurrier on Oct 31, 2015 11:51:29 GMT -6
Caltaran knows that meeting the others tomorrow night for dinner (Scott confirm the meeting with the agreed group is tomorrow night) if that is the case he will finish his brew and head back to the temple to ask for his forgiveness. If the agreed time is tonight then he will stay and wait for the others.
Ximo had been distracted by the discussion of the beggar, then tried to answer Marcel's questions, "We never got to his residence. Walhorn's mother had promised to help us if we helped her son, so we followed that path. I recall he may have gone missing over a difference of opinion with the other leaders of the Consortium but I may be projected my own dissatisfaction there."
"If you like I can attempt to learn more when I visit the Consortium for training tomorrow."
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 2, 2015 13:58:12 GMT -6
Day 13, turn 16 for Caltaran:
It was on Caltaran's third ale that he remembered saying earlier that day: "If we can get the equipment sold today lets meet for dinner tomorrow night at the Bronze Unicorn to divide up the treasure." Slightly embarrassed, Caltaran realized he was now too late to return to the Inner Bailey (past 6 pm curfew) and he was too high in importance now to stay at the acolytes' dormitory. He asked if there was a room available here.
"You're in luck!" the innkeeper said. "My last room. It's yours for the night for the expense of an electrum piece."
((Unless there is anything else Caltaran needs to do on day 13, I'll be moving him to day 14 on Wednesday))
Ximo went along with Marcel, the warrior having gotten up right in the middle of Ximo describing what he had learned about knife fighting under Ryemend. He kept describing the lessons as they walked outside.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 3, 2015 14:50:14 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 3 for Marcel, Ximo:
"Very good, master Marcel. Here you are!" Elise had said.
Marcel had the bread trencher in hand and found a filthy beggar outside in the street who must have been the one waiting for it. "Thank you, kind sirs!" the man said before gobbling it down. "Excuse me," he added, spitting out some food while he spoke, "but have you seen the Coachman of late? He has always been so kind to me. Need to fatten you up, Old Ben, he'd always say. You be my eyes and ears, Old Ben, he'd say."
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 3, 2015 15:03:21 GMT -6
"Did he now," Marcel asked, eyeing the beggar anew. He squatted down next to the man. "The Coachman is away on business. But, it just so happens that he's a friend of mine. I'd be happy to pass on to him any information you have, compensating you just as the Coachman himself would have, of course. My name is Marcel, Old Ben, and I think maybe we could be friends too."
Ximo knew when it was best to keep quiet. Or at least he told himself he did. But in this case he really did. And he kept quiet to see what Old Ben had to say. Perhaps Old Ben could be of assistance to them, it was worthwhile to hope so.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 5, 2015 9:29:11 GMT -6
Day 12, turns 6-8 for Eder:
Eder's next stop had also been his first stop upon reaching the City of Verbobonc, just 12 days ago. Here, he still shared rooms with Bunin, the dwarven sage in town to interview the clergy of the city. Bunin was in, sitting at the open window at a borrowed writing desk, taking copious notes from his most recent interviews.
"Eder, you look quite pleased with yourself," Bunin said in perfect Common Tongue, imitating the inflection of these Verbobonc people. "Did you find the adventure you seek? Well...that certainly sounds promising," he added, after Eder had filled him in on some of the details. "I will still be leaving to return to our home in the Lortmil Mountains in three days. If you have not found employment by then, you are of course free to come with me. I would feel more secure with your presence, but at least I shall not be wanting for guides, at least as far as the Kron Hills. I'll be traveling with some gnomes.
"Dinner? Yes, why not; I could use a break," Bunin said. So they both went back down to the common room, supped on ale, and ate rye bread and cheese.
Small numbers of people came and went all afternoon from the common room of the Bronze Unicorn. Most of them seemed to be friends of the popular innkeeper and/or his wife, and came for gossip.
"I hear the Viscount is going to make a public announcement about something tomorrow. Do you suppose it's about the attacks?"
"What if it's about that old contest? I haven't heard a word in a month about my entry."
"I wouldn't even think of doing business in Ryemend again; I hear they've got goblins there now."
"Better goblins than a dragon!"
"I hope the Harvesters' Heroes are busy tracking that thing down. Can you imagine how having that thing around is hurting my business?"
Also present was a tiny halfling woman who sat alone, appeared to be concentrating intently, and mumbled what sounded like gibberish to herself, quietly and constantly.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 5, 2015 9:39:32 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 3a for Marcel, Ximo:
"Going on a journey, they are," Old Ben said.
When asked who was going, Ben replied, "The ones going on a journey."
When asked where they were going, Ben replied, "The place where they're going."
It turned into a circuitous conversation, always heading back to one of these three places. It wasn't clear if Ben was being duplicitous or simply did not understand their questions, though the latter seemed more likely by his constantly puzzled expression.
Meanwhile, Ximo was burning daylight when he could be training...
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 10, 2015 9:46:15 GMT -6
Day 12, turn 9/Day 13, turn 1 for Eder:
Supper was fine; Eder and Bunin both ordered quarter-rabbits, roasted, served with barley bread and artichokes on the side, and washed them down with dry, tart red beer. Eder was chomping at the bit to go adventure with the Harvesters' Heroes and could not stand this waiting. He overheard more conversation, this time about if the Harvester Theater would be re-opening soon or not, but Eder was so disappointed they had not been talking about the Harvesters' Heroes that he stopped listening.
The next morning, a restless Eder awoke, irritated that he still had many hours to wait to hear about his application. Would he sit all day in his room and wait out the hours, or try to fill his time with something in the city?
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 16, 2015 14:45:57 GMT -6
Day 14, turn 6 for Caltaran:
Caltaran was the earliest arrival at the Bronze Unicorn Inn that night for supper. He threw back a nutmeg-flavored ale or two while waiting for the others of his doomed expedition.
The next to arrive, 15 minutes later, was Semeragin. "Permission to sit with you, sir!" Semeragin asked, while standing at attention.
Wanting to take good care of his "troops", Caltaran ordered roast partridge for everyone at his table, which came served with broccoli, cereal, and a porridge of bread crumbs, onions, and chickpeas fried and seasoned.
Laetitia and Ricarda came together, 10 minutes after that, and both bowed before Caltaran. "We would be honored to be allowed to sit at the table of a curate," Laetitia said.
Winoc showed up another 15 minutes later. "Sorry if I'm late," he said. "Are we still waiting for Ximo?"
((Caltaran can start without him, or Ximo can jump ahead and show up -- which does not mean he can't go back and finish his earlier scenes that day. Also, Marcel is next most likely to turn up and the same goes for him.))