A letter was sent to each of you, asking you to come to a nearby Ossric alliance office in the Trade District. Automatons are a common sight in Beldrift and one waves farewell as everyone steps off from the nearby train station. The Autumn chill has started to set in and even though it is early in the morning, the streets are already bustling with people. You can smell the scent of coffee and baked good from a nearby bakery. Some people are loading wagons with supplies. A barber flips over his open sign. You will hear some people grumbling over the recent violence between the Low Landers and the Appelion near the newspaper stand.
Above the bakery on the second floor, there you see the Ossric Alliance Emblem.
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Finn Of'Gren steps away from the train station and pulls her cloak a little tighter around her in an attempt to ward off the chill. She grabs her one bag and slips it over her shoulder before taking a look around. She's a bit unsure of exactly where she is going but the smell of coffee and baked goods makes her follow her nose, at least at first. Bakery is as good a place to ask for directions as anywhere else, she thinks. Making her way through the bustling crowd Finn stumbles and momentarily latches on to a gentlemen who seems to be in quite a hurry to make whatever appointments he may have. "Sorry," she mutters distractedly as she pulls away and moves in the opposite direction, making sure to put some distance between her and him before she looked down into her hand. ((Pickpocketing the gentleman with the old bump-and-lift tactic. Sleight of Hand: 20 ))
Finn takes a moment or two to be sure she was unnoticed, more importantly not followed, and then makes her way to the bakery her nose led her to. Only as she is right in front of it does she notice the emblem up on the second floor of the building. She offhandedly takes a look in the palm of her hand to see what she got off the guy and then shoves it into one of her many pockets and instead digs out the letter she had received. She double checks that the emblem on the letter is the same on the building, then puts it away again. With a shrug she puts the letter away and steps into the bakery...
"I simply must have some of that coffee I smell... With cinnamon if possible," she says to whoever she sees behind a counter or who may otherwise appear to be working there. "And please point me to the pastries... I am famished!"
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The lady behind the counter perks up at the sight of a customer. She gestures at a nearby display case full of pastries. "Right this way miss." She quickly fills a decorative mug with hot fragrant coffee and grabs a shaker filled with cinnamon. "Here you are. If you need anything else give me a call. My name is Beth"
Its a quaint bakery with flowers on each table and comfortable seating. You can hear the dings of oven timers and the baker humming an off key tune. The sign reads Mirthful Bakery. In the back you notice an elevator almost obscured by plants.
Stepping off the train, Sieghart tries to make his way through the bustling crowd. The letter from the Ossric Alliance didn’t have much in terms of direction other than the Trade district. Regardless, he was intent on answering their call. Surely he could find a clue that would lead him to the meeting point.
As he passes the newspaper stand, he can’t help but sigh in exasperation at the current tension in the city. This violence bodes nothing good for the city, and he hopes that there is still a chance to stop it before things escalate. He then continues his search.
He rubs his hand together to create heat to warm himself as he walks. Though wearing a fur-trimmed cloak, he could still feel the cold morning air. The sudden smell of coffee had him yearning for one. And that’s when he saw it: up on that building, the Alliance’s emblem. It looked just like in the letter.
He strode on into the bakery. Once inside, Sieghart looks for a place to sit.
Finn selects a delicate looking danish to go with her coffee and happily tips Beth three silver over whatever the cost is. "Thanks, it smells delicious! This is really such a cute shop," Finn says with a smile. "And that emblem out front? It's exactly what I was looking for..." She leaves it hanging out there, hoping Beth can fill her in or give her a hint. Truthfully Finn Of'Gren knew little of the Ossric Alliance. She mostly steered clear or larger organizations, thus far... She wasn't sure how secretive or out in the public eye the group was and didn't know quite what level of discreet she needed to be. But the emblem was right out there for all to see, and patrons did walk in and out with seemingly no hesitation. Perhaps she was just being too cautious. Comes with the lifestyle, she supposed.
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"Oh yes then you need to use that elevator over there. Head on up when your ready" She gives Finn a pleasant smile. She then moves onto the next customer Sieghart "We have plenty delicious pastries if your interested"
As the woman approches, Sieghart just waives his hand. "That won’t necessary, thank you. Although, I wouldn’t say no to a cup of coffee. Black, please."
As he reaches for his coins, he’ll continue. "There’s an interesting emblem above your door. Any chance you could tell me anything about it?"
"Of course that belongs to the Ossric Alliance branch office right above us. You can head up through that elevator" Beth points to the elevator. She then gets Seighart a cup of coffee. She takes 1 silver and gives him a friendly smile.
Finn pulls a chunk off her danish and sticks it in her mouth as she eyeballs the man who is also asking about the emblem. (Percept 21, rolled in Game Log). She considers him for a moment and then decides chances are he's similarly been invited.
"Got a letter too, eh?" she says with some surety as she edges out one of the chairs at he table further out with her foot. "Any idea what this is all about?"
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Sieghart takes a sip of his coffee. It’s bitter and warm, just how he likes it.
As the woman comes forward and asks about the letter, he takes a moment to realize that she probably received the same letter. And if they did, who knows who else received one.
"Not a clue what they want. But that’s what I came here to figure out.", he answers. He extends a hand to shake. "Sieghart. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms.?"
From the windows of the train the wind blew his hair, cold and full with the myriad of smells of the Trade District. Steel and oil from the locomotive and automatons, spices and food from the open markets and restaurants, sweet and perfume on the streets. Soon the leaves will fill the roads, he thought to himself recognizing the chill of Auntumm.
The sound of the convoy stopping brought him back to reality and soon enough he had disappeared in the crowd. Didn’t take long for Noah to find the emblem of Alliance, resting above a bakery. The aroma of coffee and pastries filled his nostrils. It was almost enough to make him hungry. Inside the ambient was quaint and warm, with flowers adorning each table. I would like to work here, he fought walking to the counter, where two others customers started to talk. He approached just in time to hear the woman ask about a letter. Companions, he concluded. Nothing uncommon. The Ossric moved in group as often as alone.
“This makes three of us, then.” He said to both the customers and the woman at the balcony. “Maybe more are coming.” Noah said to himself. That would suggest the task was important or urgent. Maybe both. “No idea why the called us, though.” He turned to the lady at the counter. “Pardon the intrusion, but would you be so kind as to point me to the entrance of the Ossric Alliance’s office?”
"Oh, yes... Three it seems to be then," Finn adds with a smile as the new comer joins the conversation. "The entrance is the elevator in the back there, or so says Beth of the delicious pastries. Do you know much about the Alliance? I must confess I only have a vague knowledge of their actions..."
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Thordahr steps off the train and walks a bit off to the side and opens a prayer book and pretends to peruse the book, like he had been taught in his so-called "spy" training. He grins to himself as if the book has some funny story or joke. Yeah some training. Half a day of boring lectures and another half a day following some Ossric Alliance sap around the city for "observation". Like that was going to really make him some kind of expert spy or something. They were really just after his connections to the Elestine temple elites. Funny thing is , this the first time they contacted him since he joined the cause. Must just want something else from him. Probably a donation to the cause.
His musings were interrupted when he saw some others get off at this same stop. One of them pulled out a letter similar to his own with the Ossric Alliance symbol on it. although she was definitely quick with her hands the letter was unmistakable. She walked right into the bakery. She was followed by another gentleman and then one more. He was a bit surprised the OA (as he thought of them) was congregating so many operatives at once. Must be something big, really big. He put away his book and surreptitiously glanced around looking for any kind of tail before heading inside the bakery himself. He stepped up to the bakery counter next to the gentleman just as he finished inquiring about the entrance to the Alliance.
Thordahr decided to see what he could find out from the gentleman. He looks up to the man and says, "Hmm looking to join the Alliance, sir? I hear that's a dangerous livelihood nowadays."
“Afraid I have already joined.” He answered the approaching dwarf. Is our group complete yet? He could not help but to ponder. “Noah Ainsworth.” He said to the woman, with a nod of his head, allowing his eyes to escape into the direction of the elevator.
A discreet entrance almost hidden by plants. Where it not for the sigil at the front of the building one could almost call it hidden. Action waits for us, he was sure. Not that imagined it would be any different before. They wouldn’t call him otherwise.
“And to be honest I doubt anyone that is not part of its upper echelon have much more than a vague knowledge of their action.” He knew less than most, probably. His interest on the Ossric actions laid in a very specific field. Anything else he treated as accessory information at beast. “Myself, I can say that is not my first rodeo with them and they do their part to **** corrupts and despots. Or, how folk prefer to say it, help the people in need.” It was not always that both things were one and the same. He knew as much, better than most. “I doubt this is all they do, but from experience chances are they want skilled hands for some task that will do what I just mentioned.”
"Well Noah it is? I guess it'll be what it'll be. So danger must not be something to scare ye off. Perhaps its something to which you are accustomed." He turns to the others so that he is facing the other three. "Name's Thordahr, follower of the order of Elestine and also an identifying member of the OA. Although I haven't been on any official missions like it sounds Noah here has gone on. They just don't have many connections to the elites that circulate in the leadership of the Elestine order."
Norros shows up fashionably late. It wouldn't do to have the common folk think they could keep their betters at beck and call.
He saunters up to the door of the bakery in his suit, a piece of imported silk and fine wool worth more than what most of the lesser folk make in a month. The most fashionable cut, above fine leather shoes, beneath well coiffed fop of hair. He had the lean sort of look that made him appear fit, even though he hadn't lifted anything heavier than his hat in years.
Norros meandered up to the second floor and entered, looking around the room as though he was looking at a greasy spot on a chair he'd been about to sit on.
"Ahem. You may call me Norros. I believe we are all here with our own uses, but one purpose. Is our host ready to begin?"
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A late-comer arrives at the entrance. Moving to one side of the door, he pauses to let his eyes adjust to the light and surveys the room. He seems human, but it is hard to make out much about him, other than his light grey eyes which seem to study every detail before moving on. His whole body seems to be covered in tight-fitting black and bronze armour from head to toe: helmet, gloves, boots and everything between; a pair of goggles rests on his forehead. The only relief being the worn leather pack on his back.
It is only when he moves that one realizes how remarkably still he had remained. His face animates suddenly into an smile, lifting the ends of his long moustache. "Coffee!" he exclaims in joy. "Missed the damned train, and missed my breakfast as well."
Nodding to the other patrons, he walks up to the counter and orders some pastries and coffee then asks after the Ossric Alliance.
Beth gives the newcomer coffee. "Right over there is an elevator that will take you up to the Ossric Alliance Branch office. Now that would be 1 silver for the coffee"
Varlan nods absently and pulls a purse from somewhere inside his armour. He hands over the coin with a sigh, "The price of oversleeping continues to grow," he says, his voice tinged with regret.
Taking a generous sip from his coffee, he takes the elevator up to the Alliance. "No doubt they want some cellar cleared of rats, or a lost child found; but at least it pays the coffee bills."
A letter was sent to each of you, asking you to come to a nearby Ossric alliance office in the Trade District. Automatons are a common sight in Beldrift and one waves farewell as everyone steps off from the nearby train station. The Autumn chill has started to set in and even though it is early in the morning, the streets are already bustling with people. You can smell the scent of coffee and baked good from a nearby bakery. Some people are loading wagons with supplies. A barber flips over his open sign. You will hear some people grumbling over the recent violence between the Low Landers and the Appelion near the newspaper stand.
Above the bakery on the second floor, there you see the Ossric Alliance Emblem.
Finn Of'Gren steps away from the train station and pulls her cloak a little tighter around her in an attempt to ward off the chill. She grabs her one bag and slips it over her shoulder before taking a look around. She's a bit unsure of exactly where she is going but the smell of coffee and baked goods makes her follow her nose, at least at first. Bakery is as good a place to ask for directions as anywhere else, she thinks. Making her way through the bustling crowd Finn stumbles and momentarily latches on to a gentlemen who seems to be in quite a hurry to make whatever appointments he may have. "Sorry," she mutters distractedly as she pulls away and moves in the opposite direction, making sure to put some distance between her and him before she looked down into her hand. ((Pickpocketing the gentleman with the old bump-and-lift tactic. Sleight of Hand: 20 ))
Finn takes a moment or two to be sure she was unnoticed, more importantly not followed, and then makes her way to the bakery her nose led her to. Only as she is right in front of it does she notice the emblem up on the second floor of the building. She offhandedly takes a look in the palm of her hand to see what she got off the guy and then shoves it into one of her many pockets and instead digs out the letter she had received. She double checks that the emblem on the letter is the same on the building, then puts it away again. With a shrug she puts the letter away and steps into the bakery...
"I simply must have some of that coffee I smell... With cinnamon if possible," she says to whoever she sees behind a counter or who may otherwise appear to be working there. "And please point me to the pastries... I am famished!"
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Finn pockets 3 silver from the sleight of hand
The lady behind the counter perks up at the sight of a customer. She gestures at a nearby display case full of pastries. "Right this way miss." She quickly fills a decorative mug with hot fragrant coffee and grabs a shaker filled with cinnamon. "Here you are. If you need anything else give me a call. My name is Beth"
Its a quaint bakery with flowers on each table and comfortable seating. You can hear the dings of oven timers and the baker humming an off key tune. The sign reads Mirthful Bakery. In the back you notice an elevator almost obscured by plants.
Stepping off the train, Sieghart tries to make his way through the bustling crowd. The letter from the Ossric Alliance didn’t have much in terms of direction other than the Trade district. Regardless, he was intent on answering their call. Surely he could find a clue that would lead him to the meeting point.
As he passes the newspaper stand, he can’t help but sigh in exasperation at the current tension in the city. This violence bodes nothing good for the city, and he hopes that there is still a chance to stop it before things escalate. He then continues his search.
He rubs his hand together to create heat to warm himself as he walks. Though wearing a fur-trimmed cloak, he could still feel the cold morning air. The sudden smell of coffee had him yearning for one. And that’s when he saw it: up on that building, the Alliance’s emblem. It looked just like in the letter.
He strode on into the bakery. Once inside, Sieghart looks for a place to sit.
Finn selects a delicate looking danish to go with her coffee and happily tips Beth three silver over whatever the cost is. "Thanks, it smells delicious! This is really such a cute shop," Finn says with a smile. "And that emblem out front? It's exactly what I was looking for..." She leaves it hanging out there, hoping Beth can fill her in or give her a hint. Truthfully Finn Of'Gren knew little of the Ossric Alliance. She mostly steered clear or larger organizations, thus far... She wasn't sure how secretive or out in the public eye the group was and didn't know quite what level of discreet she needed to be. But the emblem was right out there for all to see, and patrons did walk in and out with seemingly no hesitation. Perhaps she was just being too cautious. Comes with the lifestyle, she supposed.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
"Oh yes then you need to use that elevator over there. Head on up when your ready" She gives Finn a pleasant smile. She then moves onto the next customer Sieghart "We have plenty delicious pastries if your interested"
As the woman approches, Sieghart just waives his hand. "That won’t necessary, thank you. Although, I wouldn’t say no to a cup of coffee. Black, please."
As he reaches for his coins, he’ll continue. "There’s an interesting emblem above your door. Any chance you could tell me anything about it?"
"Of course that belongs to the Ossric Alliance branch office right above us. You can head up through that elevator" Beth points to the elevator. She then gets Seighart a cup of coffee. She takes 1 silver and gives him a friendly smile.
Finn pulls a chunk off her danish and sticks it in her mouth as she eyeballs the man who is also asking about the emblem. (Percept 21, rolled in Game Log). She considers him for a moment and then decides chances are he's similarly been invited.
"Got a letter too, eh?" she says with some surety as she edges out one of the chairs at he table further out with her foot. "Any idea what this is all about?"
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Sieghart takes a sip of his coffee. It’s bitter and warm, just how he likes it.
As the woman comes forward and asks about the letter, he takes a moment to realize that she probably received the same letter. And if they did, who knows who else received one.
"Not a clue what they want. But that’s what I came here to figure out.", he answers. He extends a hand to shake. "Sieghart. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ms.?"
From the windows of the train the wind blew his hair, cold and full with the myriad of smells of the Trade District. Steel and oil from the locomotive and automatons, spices and food from the open markets and restaurants, sweet and perfume on the streets. Soon the leaves will fill the roads, he thought to himself recognizing the chill of Auntumm.
The sound of the convoy stopping brought him back to reality and soon enough he had disappeared in the crowd. Didn’t take long for Noah to find the emblem of Alliance, resting above a bakery. The aroma of coffee and pastries filled his nostrils. It was almost enough to make him hungry. Inside the ambient was quaint and warm, with flowers adorning each table. I would like to work here, he fought walking to the counter, where two others customers started to talk. He approached just in time to hear the woman ask about a letter. Companions, he concluded. Nothing uncommon. The Ossric moved in group as often as alone.
“This makes three of us, then.” He said to both the customers and the woman at the balcony. “Maybe more are coming.” Noah said to himself. That would suggest the task was important or urgent. Maybe both. “No idea why the called us, though.” He turned to the lady at the counter. “Pardon the intrusion, but would you be so kind as to point me to the entrance of the Ossric Alliance’s office?”
"Finn Of'Gren... Nice to meet ya," Finn answers.
"Oh, yes... Three it seems to be then," Finn adds with a smile as the new comer joins the conversation. "The entrance is the elevator in the back there, or so says Beth of the delicious pastries. Do you know much about the Alliance? I must confess I only have a vague knowledge of their actions..."
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Thordahr steps off the train and walks a bit off to the side and opens a prayer book and pretends to peruse the book, like he had been taught in his so-called "spy" training. He grins to himself as if the book has some funny story or joke. Yeah some training. Half a day of boring lectures and another half a day following some Ossric Alliance sap around the city for "observation". Like that was going to really make him some kind of expert spy or something. They were really just after his connections to the Elestine temple elites. Funny thing is , this the first time they contacted him since he joined the cause. Must just want something else from him. Probably a donation to the cause.
His musings were interrupted when he saw some others get off at this same stop. One of them pulled out a letter similar to his own with the Ossric Alliance symbol on it. although she was definitely quick with her hands the letter was unmistakable. She walked right into the bakery. She was followed by another gentleman and then one more. He was a bit surprised the OA (as he thought of them) was congregating so many operatives at once. Must be something big, really big. He put away his book and surreptitiously glanced around looking for any kind of tail before heading inside the bakery himself. He stepped up to the bakery counter next to the gentleman just as he finished inquiring about the entrance to the Alliance.
Thordahr decided to see what he could find out from the gentleman. He looks up to the man and says, "Hmm looking to join the Alliance, sir? I hear that's a dangerous livelihood nowadays."
“Afraid I have already joined.” He answered the approaching dwarf. Is our group complete yet? He could not help but to ponder. “Noah Ainsworth.” He said to the woman, with a nod of his head, allowing his eyes to escape into the direction of the elevator.
A discreet entrance almost hidden by plants. Where it not for the sigil at the front of the building one could almost call it hidden. Action waits for us, he was sure. Not that imagined it would be any different before. They wouldn’t call him otherwise.
“And to be honest I doubt anyone that is not part of its upper echelon have much more than a vague knowledge of their action.” He knew less than most, probably. His interest on the Ossric actions laid in a very specific field. Anything else he treated as accessory information at beast. “Myself, I can say that is not my first rodeo with them and they do their part to **** corrupts and despots. Or, how folk prefer to say it, help the people in need.” It was not always that both things were one and the same. He knew as much, better than most. “I doubt this is all they do, but from experience chances are they want skilled hands for some task that will do what I just mentioned.”
"Well Noah it is? I guess it'll be what it'll be. So danger must not be something to scare ye off. Perhaps its something to which you are accustomed." He turns to the others so that he is facing the other three. "Name's Thordahr, follower of the order of Elestine and also an identifying member of the OA. Although I haven't been on any official missions like it sounds Noah here has gone on. They just don't have many connections to the elites that circulate in the leadership of the Elestine order."
Norros shows up fashionably late. It wouldn't do to have the common folk think they could keep their betters at beck and call.
He saunters up to the door of the bakery in his suit, a piece of imported silk and fine wool worth more than what most of the lesser folk make in a month. The most fashionable cut, above fine leather shoes, beneath well coiffed fop of hair. He had the lean sort of look that made him appear fit, even though he hadn't lifted anything heavier than his hat in years.
Norros meandered up to the second floor and entered, looking around the room as though he was looking at a greasy spot on a chair he'd been about to sit on.
"Ahem. You may call me Norros. I believe we are all here with our own uses, but one purpose. Is our host ready to begin?"
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(I am waiting on the last person to post. Once they do I will continue the campaign. For now everyone can get to know each other in the Bakery.)
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A late-comer arrives at the entrance. Moving to one side of the door, he pauses to let his eyes adjust to the light and surveys the room. He seems human, but it is hard to make out much about him, other than his light grey eyes which seem to study every detail before moving on. His whole body seems to be covered in tight-fitting black and bronze armour from head to toe: helmet, gloves, boots and everything between; a pair of goggles rests on his forehead. The only relief being the worn leather pack on his back.
It is only when he moves that one realizes how remarkably still he had remained. His face animates suddenly into an smile, lifting the ends of his long moustache. "Coffee!" he exclaims in joy. "Missed the damned train, and missed my breakfast as well."
Nodding to the other patrons, he walks up to the counter and orders some pastries and coffee then asks after the Ossric Alliance.
Beth gives the newcomer coffee. "Right over there is an elevator that will take you up to the Ossric Alliance Branch office. Now that would be 1 silver for the coffee"
Varlan nods absently and pulls a purse from somewhere inside his armour. He hands over the coin with a sigh, "The price of oversleeping continues to grow," he says, his voice tinged with regret.
Taking a generous sip from his coffee, he takes the elevator up to the Alliance. "No doubt they want some cellar cleared of rats, or a lost child found; but at least it pays the coffee bills."