Post by scottenkainen on Jun 28, 2016 9:00:32 GMT -6
Day 17, turn 24a for Ximo:
The archdeacon offered no spell aid, but merely stepped forward to supervise. "That's it, help this poor man to his feet. Steady now, steady him."
Ximo talked to the bystanders. The following descriptions were an amalgam of thoughts offered to him from several of them.
"They were both dressed in brown...long skullcaps. They weren't dressed identical; one had a red stripe on his cote just below the shoulder. One had a black beard with white in it...the other had a short brown beard. One used a quarterstaff and the other had produced a short sword."
Ferrero and the injured man were still talking.
"Do you need assistance reaching the House of Healing, sir?" Ferrero asked. "Do you know where it is, or are you a stranger to our city?"
"A stranger, sir."
"My apologies that you have met such ill will since reaching our fair city."
"No apologies necessary. Ruffians are everywhere. But a crowd of onlookers, willing to rush to an injured man's aid? This strikes me as an extraordinary community. Here," he said, producing a hefty coin purse. "I kept the devils from taking this, but I would offer a gold piece to every man who came to my aid here."
There was a rush of hands thrusting out to accept the generous offer.
Post by scottenkainen on Jun 30, 2016 8:42:59 GMT -6
Day 17, turn 24b for Ximo:
Some bystander had been about to tell Ximo where the ruffians had fled right before the gold pieces started getting handed out, which immediately ended that conversation. Luckily, the rich stranger knew the information as well.
"They headed up that road," he said, pointing north.
"That's Lleida Street," another bystander said. "If they didn't duck into a home, that street leads up into the Dawn Quarter."
"As for what brings me to this city," the rich stranger said. "My name is Darilar, and I have come at the personal request of Scottenkainen. Is that sorcerer not well known here?" he asked, when no one reacted like they recognized the name.
"I do not know the name. But we are on the way to the Silver Consortium, of which I am a member. There you will find the city's most able wizards. Why don't you accompany us and tell us more of your purpose in Verbobonc"
Ximo wished to know more about this Scottenkainen and why this man was here. That might indicate if the attack on him was random or of cult origin.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 14, 2016 8:29:29 GMT -6
Day 18, turn 2a for Semeragin:
The elf turned and bowed to Semeragin. "O to find a man of consciencce in this blind, blind town!" The elf seemed a little drunk, if not slurred in his speech for some other reason. "Woe onto Verbobonc. Vile woe! That it should ignore the needths of its own ssitizens! For while you whimper and moan about wild cultists run amok, a different threat steals your ssitizens and hies them away to the Iron Wood. I have seen them! I survived, though euroz tried to cut me down."
The elf came close to Semeragin and breathed a boozy fog into Semer's face. "I am Thauron. Warn all you know of my message."
Post by dtspurrier on Jul 14, 2016 22:47:37 GMT -6
Semer says "if there is a problem on the iron wood I could offer assistance. Right noe though you need a place to sleep off the alcohol and not get arrested. We will talk in the morning my name is semer." Semer tries to find an inn or some place the elf can stay.
Post by scottenkainen on Jul 20, 2016 9:36:52 GMT -6
Day 18, turn 2b for Semeragin:
The elf Thauron looked around confused. "This be not morning's light I ssee? Woe, for I did think I'd drank all night. Yes, lead me to an inn, good sirrah!"
In the High Quarter, the only public inn would be Grandmother Herrero's House of Rest. It was a place Semeragin knew as an inn of sterling reputation, even if the old priestess-innkeeper's loyalties laid with Fharlanghn and the journey gods instead of the gods of law and goodness.
There were only young serving wenches in the common room, with no sign of the old proprietor. Two wenches approached Semeragin and heard his request.
"Yes, sir, we do have a room available for your friend. Will you be paying for his room, or will he?"
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 9, 2016 9:57:06 GMT -6
Day 18, turn 4 for Semeragin:
Semeragin and Axen strolled through the High Quarter to the open door of the House of Rest. In the courtyard of the inn, they met a serving girl who could answer as to the whereabouts of Thauron.
"Yes, sirs, the Olf stays with us. He is in his private quarters at present and does not wish to be disturbed."
"Oh..." Axen said. "Do you mind if I sit here and sing a song?"
"Not at all!" the girl said. She actually seemed excited and fetched some of her friends/coworkers to come here the Hobbit sing.
Axen needed a little warming up, having not sung in the past three weeks, but when he was ready, he had a surprisingly good and expressive singing voice. Semeragin did not recognize the words, but believed it was a song in Olven.
Ten minutes later, Thauron emerged from a door adjoining the courtyard. He was dressed all in black, as he had been the night before, but appeared steadier on his feet.
"Is this Hobbit gayly singing Seeking me, a duet partner? Is my friend from last night party To this joyous invitation?"
Axen hopped up and came over to shake Thauron's hand. "Hey, I'm Axen. And that's right, my friend here wanted to talk to you."
Post by scottenkainen on Aug 12, 2016 10:37:52 GMT -6
Day 18, turn 4a for Semeragin:
"Of what problem are thou speaking? How the garrison lies idle? While Euroz roam the Iron Wood And both Olves and men are menaced?"
"Yeah, I think he means that," Axen said to Thauron. "I'd love to help liberate the Iron Wood, but first we're going to deal with some opium dealers making life miserable for some people here in Verbobonc. Want any part of that?"
"My main concern is for the Wood, Though this other matter pains me Makes me wish I could do something O perhaps I will do something..."
"Sure. If you do decide to help, come join us at the Molten Spigot Tavern. Anything else you wanted to say, Semeragin?"
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 25, 2016 9:51:29 GMT -6
Day 18, turn 16 for Ximo:
Ximo's pleas fell on deaf ears, for the knights continued to be rough with the prisoners. As they dragged Sir Therkle, Ximo wondered how the man would live through it.
"Let us tell you something about 'Sir' Therkle," one of the knights told Ximo in transit. "He used to be a legend among us. Someone every knight looked up to. But he got too full of himself. Thought he was better than us. He went rogue and threatened the Viscount's life. That's who you're asking us to keep safe."
Ximo had hoped they would at least stop when they reached the city gates at Verbobonc, but they were just waved through. They crossed the Business Quarter without incident and reached the High Quarter. Indeed, they were almost to the Inner Bailey when they met a patrol on foot and stopped. It appeared the patrol also had prisoners.
"Opium smugglers," a soldier told the knights. "Sellers too, most likely, though they weren't caught doing that."
"Nice work, soldier."
"Sir, yes, sir. We were bringing them to the bailey for questioning. May we turn them over to you?"
The prisoners were seven men and a woman (one of the men and the woman being Rhenee barge-folk), plus a dwarf, all dressed in leather armor, with grey cloaks.
This distraction gave Ximo time to check on Sir Therkle. Amazingly, the man was still alive -- though just barely -- after the long haul. There was no guarantee he would remain that way over this last leg of the journey, though.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 29, 2016 10:19:32 GMT -6
Day 18, turn 16 for Ximo (OOC):
((I'm going to back up a little and say that Ximo's last argument persuaded them sooner, when they reached the city. Hyrmie and the cleric were forced to carry Therkle through the streets of Verbobonc to the Inner Bailey, where we'll pick up in my next post!))
Post by scottenkainen on Dec 15, 2016 21:54:31 GMT -6
Day 18, Turn 23 for Ximo:
It was the middle of the afternoon and Ximo was on the streets in the High Quarter, on his way to the Business Quarter. En route, he encountered 10 men in armor, 7 wearing studded leather, 2 in chainmail, and the last in splint armor. At first he thought it might be an army patrol, but they wore none of the tabards of the Viscount's or the Church's armies. If they were the Freedom Patrol -- or the Verbobonc Crossbow Alliance, as Ximo still thought of them (and, indeed, four of them carried crossbows) -- then they were the best-armored patrol of them Ximo had ever encountered.
And one of the men in chainmail intercepted Ximo. "You, sir, appear to be a man who knows his way around town," he said in a slight (Velunese?) accent. "We've become turned around and need directions to the Temple of the Journey. They wish to hire us for security."
Ximo liked that the man had called him sir. But he was feeling suspicious and a little ornery after the limp rewards given by the Viscount, so he gave the man bad directions that would take them to the opposite side of the city from the Temple.