"Well," Gwyn smiles to Scottie, happy to see another firbolg, "We woke up one morning and they were gone. We all celebrated, but by the next day the tabaxi arrived, and the mantis warriors shortly after that. Hogstout managed to protect himself, his sister, and the wife and child we never even see because they're always of pampering themselves. That is why we must stop him: He doesn't care about the little people. We need someone who will stand for us."
"It is a symbolic gesture, committing to blind justice; not looking out for the wealthy like Hogstout. But above all, it is a way to publicly show allegiance to the Jackanapes.This mark is not something you can easily hide."
"Absolutely they do. Have you been to that sin pit the Twisted Sister. You know it's Hogstout's very own twisted sister, Madame Hogstout, that runs that place; and conveniently, she doesn't pay taxes on her business. Why do we all have to pay taxes to live when she doesn't pay anything for running the most successful business in town."
The people crowded in the living room all huddle together, pawing some kind of map. Gwyn notices that everyone can see the crowd.
"Look, I would invite you further, but nobody is allowed beyond the point unless they have made the commitment to blind justice. I cannot convince you to join?"
Erik held up his hand and spoke softly. "Milady, I apologize but I fear I myself cannot join the Jackanapes...however, I can assure you that I will do everything in my power to bring balance and justice to your town. I feel that we fight on similar sides."
"We do not fight on the same side," Gwyn snapped. "You are no different to the villagers that live here. You ***** and whine about something needing to be done, but you won't get off your arse and do it! There is a war coming, and if we don't cement ourselves into this problem and try to look for a solution, it will crush us."
Scottie is taken back by Gwyn's sudden outburst. "Look Gwyn. We can appreciate what you are doing right now; fighting for justice and peace for your home. But, we cannot just blindly join some group in a place we haven't been to and join in some war we know nothing about. We have our own war in Midgar to deal with. We were hoping to find support for that war here and hopefully figure out how to weaken and defeat the tieflings by seeking out their homeland."
Erik kept his anger in check at the sudden outburst. Temper had never served anyone well in this type of situation. Anger could be a force to be harnessed and channeled...but there was something deeper behind her outburst, he was fairly certain.
"Milady do not confuse us with those who do nothing, for that is the reason we have sought audience with you. To find allies in bringing peace and justice."
"Midgard took our tieflings and left us with Hogstout! King Thedas deserved to be strung up naked from the highest spire!" Gwyn hisses, then takes a deep breath to compose herself, considering Eirk's words. "I apologise, Erik, clearly you have Ishbrae's best interest at heart. Perhaps we can agree that the first step we should be doing is striking against the tabaxis and mantis warriors that have come to take over the Isle. We must send them a message, starting with the mantis warriors. Their leader is Kat'chka."
She offers Erik a picture of him, shooting Scottie a sideways glance; her previous flirtation completely gone.
"Those 'Thri-Kreen' have been pushing people around, invading their homes to suit themselves. Their headquarters isn't far from here. We must do something about them. After all, what else should you do when bugs infest your home?"
Erik takes the photo offered to him and examines it, thankful that he was able to ease the tension in the room some. "Thank you, milady. I do want the best for this land and for your people. Do you happen to have a map of the city? Or at least point us in the direction of the Thri-kreen base." Erik asks softly, no trace of anything but sincerity in his voice.
"You simply follow the street outside to the end. It's a big wooden house with a grey tiled roof. But be careful, if the mantis warriors realise you are after them, it may not end well for you."
Erik bows gratefully. "We will do our best to keep our intentions to ourselves milady." He said. He looked to his companions to see if they had anything else they wanted to say before they left. They had been strangely silent, and Erik was hoping he wasn't stepping on any toes...he had simply wanted to avoid escalation.
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He had heard about the boat from Midgard...the crusty barflies along the waterfront were all too eager to talk about the vessels that came into port...especially when he paid their tab. Deciding what to do about the information, now that was more difficult. For all I know, they are Tiefling spies...or worse.... He had yet to spend enough time in Ishbrae to build a reliable network of contacts. That required time...and money. He was short on both.
He had scarcely expected to run across them in the square. When the elven bard peformed, calming the tensions of the people, he knew he had to try.
Niall follows the group through the alleys of the residential district, trying to keep low and quiet. A stern-faced young man, his hair cut short in the style of the Watchmen of Midgard, he makes himself appear unremarkable. Simply another resident of the neighborhood save for the quality of his doublet and the foreign cut of his armor. Hide bow and sword and dagger beneath a ratty cloak and hope for the best. He stops well outside the house they enter and waits. Watches for the door to open as the day slowly dies.
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Niall restrains himself from swearing a blue streak as the two eye-patch wearing guards find him and drag him bodily into the house. The fierce woman stares him down, her single eye alive with suspicion and bottled rage. This was not as he had planned it: seized and interrogated before the new arrivals from Midgard. He decides, in this circumstance, that honesty is his best bet. He takes a deep breath.
"I am no spy, and I have no quarrel with you." He glances over at the Firbolg, the elf he had seen earlier, the human. "I am of Midgard, and I had heard there were other...arrivals...from Midgard here. Other friends of the King." He displays a brass ring, engraved with the signet of Thedas, and throws his hood back, revealing the indelible traces of his half-elven lineage. "I am Niall Griffinsborn, detective to the City Watch of Midgard"
Persuasion8
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Isle of Ishbrae: Niall Griffinsborn (Lvl 2 Rogue investigator).
Scottie has been silent and studying the female Firbolg this entire time. It’s unusual to see a Firbolg not with their tribe and living within a city. He’s finally gathered up the courage to ask her
"Well," Gwyn smiles to Scottie, happy to see another firbolg, "We woke up one morning and they were gone. We all celebrated, but by the next day the tabaxi arrived, and the mantis warriors shortly after that. Hogstout managed to protect himself, his sister, and the wife and child we never even see because they're always of pampering themselves. That is why we must stop him: He doesn't care about the little people. We need someone who will stand for us."
"It is a symbolic gesture, committing to blind justice; not looking out for the wealthy like Hogstout. But above all, it is a way to publicly show allegiance to the Jackanapes.This mark is not something you can easily hide."
"I can certainly appreciate your cause..." Erik said softly with a nod. "Rulers need to care about their people."
"Absolutely they do. Have you been to that sin pit the Twisted Sister. You know it's Hogstout's very own twisted sister, Madame Hogstout, that runs that place; and conveniently, she doesn't pay taxes on her business. Why do we all have to pay taxes to live when she doesn't pay anything for running the most successful business in town."
The people crowded in the living room all huddle together, pawing some kind of map. Gwyn notices that everyone can see the crowd.
"Look, I would invite you further, but nobody is allowed beyond the point unless they have made the commitment to blind justice. I cannot convince you to join?"
Erik held up his hand and spoke softly. "Milady, I apologize but I fear I myself cannot join the Jackanapes...however, I can assure you that I will do everything in my power to bring balance and justice to your town. I feel that we fight on similar sides."
"We do not fight on the same side," Gwyn snapped. "You are no different to the villagers that live here. You ***** and whine about something needing to be done, but you won't get off your arse and do it! There is a war coming, and if we don't cement ourselves into this problem and try to look for a solution, it will crush us."
Scottie is taken back by Gwyn's sudden outburst. "Look Gwyn. We can appreciate what you are doing right now; fighting for justice and peace for your home. But, we cannot just blindly join some group in a place we haven't been to and join in some war we know nothing about. We have our own war in Midgar to deal with. We were hoping to find support for that war here and hopefully figure out how to weaken and defeat the tieflings by seeking out their homeland."
Erik kept his anger in check at the sudden outburst. Temper had never served anyone well in this type of situation. Anger could be a force to be harnessed and channeled...but there was something deeper behind her outburst, he was fairly certain.
"Milady do not confuse us with those who do nothing, for that is the reason we have sought audience with you. To find allies in bringing peace and justice."
Persuasion: 18
"Midgard took our tieflings and left us with Hogstout! King Thedas deserved to be strung up naked from the highest spire!" Gwyn hisses, then takes a deep breath to compose herself, considering Eirk's words. "I apologise, Erik, clearly you have Ishbrae's best interest at heart. Perhaps we can agree that the first step we should be doing is striking against the tabaxis and mantis warriors that have come to take over the Isle. We must send them a message, starting with the mantis warriors. Their leader is Kat'chka."
She offers Erik a picture of him, shooting Scottie a sideways glance; her previous flirtation completely gone.
"Those 'Thri-Kreen' have been pushing people around, invading their homes to suit themselves. Their headquarters isn't far from here. We must do something about them. After all, what else should you do when bugs infest your home?"
Erik takes the photo offered to him and examines it, thankful that he was able to ease the tension in the room some. "Thank you, milady. I do want the best for this land and for your people. Do you happen to have a map of the city? Or at least point us in the direction of the Thri-kreen base." Erik asks softly, no trace of anything but sincerity in his voice.
"You simply follow the street outside to the end. It's a big wooden house with a grey tiled roof. But be careful, if the mantis warriors realise you are after them, it may not end well for you."
Erik bows gratefully. "We will do our best to keep our intentions to ourselves milady." He said. He looked to his companions to see if they had anything else they wanted to say before they left. They had been strangely silent, and Erik was hoping he wasn't stepping on any toes...he had simply wanted to avoid escalation.
He had heard about the boat from Midgard...the crusty barflies along the waterfront were all too eager to talk about the vessels that came into port...especially when he paid their tab. Deciding what to do about the information, now that was more difficult. For all I know, they are Tiefling spies...or worse.... He had yet to spend enough time in Ishbrae to build a reliable network of contacts. That required time...and money. He was short on both.
He had scarcely expected to run across them in the square. When the elven bard peformed, calming the tensions of the people, he knew he had to try.
Niall follows the group through the alleys of the residential district, trying to keep low and quiet. A stern-faced young man, his hair cut short in the style of the Watchmen of Midgard, he makes himself appear unremarkable. Simply another resident of the neighborhood save for the quality of his doublet and the foreign cut of his armor. Hide bow and sword and dagger beneath a ratty cloak and hope for the best. He stops well outside the house they enter and waits. Watches for the door to open as the day slowly dies.
Gods have mercy. stealth check (1d20+7)
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Isle of Ishbrae: Niall Griffinsborn (Lvl 2 Rogue investigator).
Jackanape guards discover Niall and drag him inside before Gwyn.
"And whom might you be? One of the Viceroy's spies?"
Niall restrains himself from swearing a blue streak as the two eye-patch wearing guards find him and drag him bodily into the house. The fierce woman stares him down, her single eye alive with suspicion and bottled rage. This was not as he had planned it: seized and interrogated before the new arrivals from Midgard. He decides, in this circumstance, that honesty is his best bet. He takes a deep breath.
"I am no spy, and I have no quarrel with you." He glances over at the Firbolg, the elf he had seen earlier, the human. "I am of Midgard, and I had heard there were other...arrivals...from Midgard here. Other friends of the King." He displays a brass ring, engraved with the signet of Thedas, and throws his hood back, revealing the indelible traces of his half-elven lineage. "I am Niall Griffinsborn, detective to the City Watch of Midgard"
Persuasion8
Isle of Ishbrae: Niall Griffinsborn (Lvl 2 Rogue investigator).
To all adventurers, he seems trustworthy enough.
Scottie has been silent and studying the female Firbolg this entire time. It’s unusual to see a Firbolg not with their tribe and living within a city. He’s finally gathered up the courage to ask her
“What tribe are you from?”
The turn of events had caught Erik unawares. He turned to the newcomer and spoke softly. "Why are you seeking my companions...?"