Brogan lets out a loud bellow of a laugh. "Well, let me say that a lot of those who frequent this establishment would certainly enjoy having their way with you but I doubt that any would waste much time with words. And as far as I know there are no gentlemen here lassie, just good hard-working men who earn their living with the sweat of their brow and the strength of their back." Brogan seems to swell, growing larger and darker, pushing away what little light there is away from him. His voice grows icy. "Now, if you wish to tell me the name of this mysterious "gentleman" is then I can perhaps pass a message on. Otherwise, my patience for you is wearing thin and I am thinking I may let the boys if you are any good with that pigsticker you are clumsily trying to hide in your wrap."
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Emily bit her tongue to keep from letting out an amused snort. She had hoped her rapier was concealed a little better than that, but oh well. "Alistair. The big man himself." She said, pretending like she went on such social calls all the time.
Far more relived than he would admit, he turned to Geurn and grinned, "Judging by the days progress, the fact that anyone came is a bonus my friend."
Many members of this 'profession' found Geurn annoying, and rightly so, poor old Geurn would have expired a long time ago from harm related to that sharp tongue of his. The rumours about his longevity and the fact that Jonys had a soft spot for him were true. Not to say the Gnome could not handle himself in a fight, he could, and wee bastard was supernaturally light on his feet. All factors that contributed to his long and profitable life. Tarvon, like Jonys, also subscribed to the street rats charm.
Geurn in a weird way was probably Tarvon's only friend.
Looking around the streets and alleys again he politely ushered Geurn further back into the rubbish filled side street.
"I'm 'out and about' cause I got this cryptic invitation to that Tavern yonder," he indicated the Three Kippers, "I seem to be short on well wishers of late and am hoping to find some within," he finished with a dark humourless chuckle.
Geurn continued to ramble on in his way, and Tarvon listened of course, there were always gems of information mixed with the offal that seemed to tumble out of Geurn's mouth, One just needed the fortitude and insight to dig them out.
"Listen wee man," he handed Geurn the three Drakes and continued, "You can stay at my place as long as you want, just don't come crying to me when my trouble becomes yours..." that was punctuated with a wicked smile, "...if you watch my back this afternoon. Too sweeten the deal I will owe you a favour. If I live you can collect it when you will."
He ran a calloused craftsman's hand through his greasy hair and raised his bushy eyebrows "Deal?"
What the hell was that richly dressed Dragonborn dong here? Damn fool, he looked like a priest, this part of the city was no place for servants of gods!
Kakaryn enters the Three Kippers and the only thing that comes to his his mind is... that it was a nice establishment from a commoner's perspective but from Kakaryn's eyes, it has a dire need of the Great One's presence.
He walks to one of the employees and asks,
"Please, do not be frightened or struck with awe of me coming into your humble establishment. I just want to ask if you know of someone who ordered and sent a couple of kippers early in the morning? That person wants to know the one and true faith and I have personally came to enlighten the said person."
The dragonborn shows a radiant smile enhanced with his glittering golden scales covered with vestments from the Great Church of Carason, exuding an exemplary noble aura befitting him.
After a short walk through the streets of the market district Puziriaz arrives at the small market square. Just across the square is the narrow side street that leads to his destination. Although he has checked numerous times to make sure no one is following him Puziriaz can't shake the feeling that someone is watching him, however, he does not notice anyone or anything that stands out.
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"Sure, why not" replies Geurn, "Perhaps my brother will be wrong and you won't die. I guess that would be okay. If you didn't die I mean, not that my brother was wrong! Hey, looks over there you don't see too many of them all gussied up like that."
Tarvon looks in the direction that the gnome is pointing and spies a rather elegantly dressed Tiefling enter the market square.
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Tarvon makes shooshing motions at Geurn, "Quiet, you're back up not advertising!"
He observes the Teifling, and wonders how many more surprises the day can fit in. It's early he supposes so quite a few more probably. He turns back to Geurn, "Let's observe what this fop is about, and then make our way over to the Tavern. Please keep a low profile and listen out. Try not to get distracted, I'm counting on you, and I like living."
He turned back to the street and watched the Tielfing to see what he was up to.
This time it was Brogan's turn to suppress an amused snort, however, his voice belied a bit of amusement, "The big man? You haven't ever met Alistair I take it. But fine if you think you want to meet him I will pass on the message. You just tell me your name and if he wants to talk he will find you when he is ready."
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When no one answered it caught Kakaryn off-guard and it took a moment for him to pay actual notice to his surroundings. The tavern, if one could call it that, was empty. It was devoid of anything that resembled activity and it seemed that it had been empty for a great long time. The half-dozen tables and surrounding chairs seemed to be of exceptionally fine quality but there was a heavy layer of dust on them. Cobwebs had grown thick between the legs of the chairs, tables, and rafters. Among the rafters there were several nests, probably bird nests, but there was no sign of life coming from them. There was evidence of heavy rodent traffic as the floor was covered in various droppings but even these appeared to be old and dry. The ceiling had several large gaps in it and the sky peeking in appeared to be dull and gray, however, there didn't appear to be any evidence of rain having fallen in. Which was odd given that it had been raining just a couple of days ago. Matter of fact it appeared that the interior of the tavern suffered no water damage whatsoever.
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Emily smiled as if everything was just fine. "Thanks, the name's Emily, Emily Silverswift. I had thought to save him the trouble of looking, but if he's busy then I'm sure he knows where to look once he's ready." She doffed her hat to Brogan and turned to leave. Part of her was relieved that it hadn't come to violence at the barkeep had hinted, part of her was mildly annoyed that she hadn't found out what was going on. As she made her way to the door she attempted to think of a better way to hide her sidearm in her coat.
"Wait!" bellowed the large barkeep. "Silver...Silverswift? Hmmm, interesting. Perhaps, I was a bit rude earlier. Please join me for a drink. Maybe my assessment of you was wrong, perhaps, just perhaps, you are a killer after all." Suddenly a large rat crawls over his shoulder, its dark eyes watching you intently for a moment before sniffing around and disappearing down behind the large man's back. A look of annoyance came across his face. "Perhaps, you can do me a favor and in exchange I can do you a favor. I have this rodent of a dwarf named Tarvon that I need exterminated. If you take care of him for me I would be in your debt. I could possibly intercede on your behalf where our mutual acquaintance is concerned. What do you say Emily Silverswift?"
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Puziriaz walks down the small side street. Every now and then he takes a peek over his shoulder to see if someone is watching him. Dressing up like a nobleman has its downsides and muggers aren't few and far between to say the least. He continues down his chosen path and to his destination, hesitating for a few seconds before entering through the door.
He puts on his "charming-face", a smile oh so bright, a slight gleam in his eye, but still cautious non the same. "Excuse me, who here in this fine establishment summoned me, Lord Albourne Tidalgem?" He looks around the tavern and logically stops at the barkeep. If there is a meeting to be had here, he probably knows.
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Tarvon grunted. "Seems I'm not the only one to get a piscine invite."
Checking his inventory of armaments and dirty tricks he looked over his shoulder at Geurn, "Find a place where you can strike unseen, if you please. Do what you think is necessary to cover me if I need to make a break for it. Of course if it looks like I'm a goner save your own skin. I don't want two deaths due to my own curiosity and greed."
Checking his gear again, a nervous tell he worked hard to rid himself of, he stepped out of the alley and headed to the tavern entrance.
Puziriaz strolls through the tavern door, his question drowned out by the sudden cracking of the taskmaster's whip. The tiefling instinctively flinches, taking a half-step back towards the door he just entered as he realizes that the large dragonborn standing with his back to the entrance is cracking the whip at the rafters. Puziriaz suddenly realizes the dilapidated condition of the establishment. Puziriaz stands perfectly still deciding on what to do next....
Kakaryn calls upon the power of the Choral Host and opens his senses to that which is an abomination to the Gods. Although he does not detect anything inherently evil, his sensitive scales pick up on a soft breeze coming from the doorway behind him and he suddenly realizes that he is no longer alone in the establishment. Kakaryn tenses, coiling his muscles, readying for action and waits, deciding on what to do next...
As Tarvon approaches the tavern as carefully as he can, noting that Guern has becoming distracted by a peddler hawking shiny baubles, he suddenly hears the distinctive cracks of a taskmaster's whip. An involuntary shiver runs down Tarvon's spine as the sound dredges up memories he would prefer to remain buried. He pauses deciding on what to do next....
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Emily hid a frown, while she had killed as necessity and probably would again, she had not realized that she had earned a reputation as some kind of assassin. Still she went up to the bar and sat down. "What do I need to know about this fellow?" She asked.
Tarvon roils his eyes at Guern's behaviour and fickle attention span. "Guern's back up is better than no backup I suppose."
Knowing full well that the gnome was in most circumstances useless, Tarvon wanted him here. Keeping Guern's interest, even interest of the morbid kind, was still a way of keeping his foot in the door with Johny'shis 'Big' brother and his influence. There was a strong connection between the unlikely duo and he wanted to leverage it.
Walking on the ball and edge of his feet he approached the richly dressed Teifling in the door of the of the Three Kippers from behind. Whatever was going on in there he wanted to know as much as he could before anyone involved became aware of his presence. Be they ally or enemy information was important.
"Don't f^$k me Guern." he whispered as a fretful prayer as he moved forward.
Brogan smirks then leans in a bit closer than is comfortable, his hot breath a mixture of stale beer and old fish. He whispers in a conspiratorial manner, "He is a low-life scum who happened to rob ol' woman Terese's bakery the other day. And everyone on the street knows that the ol' woman is a friend of the Chimola, and the Chimola doesn't take kindly to having his friends robbed. Especially the special friends that tithe extra to the Lord of Shields so that he might protect his flock." He paused and looked at your carefully to make certain you were following along. "Now, I don't know why Alistair wants to see you but I can tell you that people who see Alistair never see the sunlight again. Now, if you do me this favor and restore the honor of the Chimola, then I will not only pay you the 250 drakes but I will intercede on your behalf with Alistair. No promises because when Alistair gets it in his head to do something then it usually gets done, but one can't afford to pass up any assistance. So what say you...will you go kill me this no-good dwarf? They call him Tarvon and I have it on real good authority he is down near the market, heading toward the Three Kippers."
It takes a moment as your brain races, the Chimola...the word on the street was the Chimola was the Third Dagger and everyone knew that if you didn't want to get robbed then you made a "donation" at the local shrine to the Lord of Shields. Only a fool would rob someone paying protection to the Chimola.
Brogan senses your hesitation then adds, "Think of it like this...you would be meting out justice, bringing righteousness to the unrighteous and protecting a lil' ol' lady all with one swift stroke of that rapier of yours."
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Emily nodded sagely. "Tarvon, huh? Well. We can't have folks robbing little old ladies, can we? No time like the present, I guess." She gave Brogan a tip of her hat and slipped off the stool smoothly. "Cheers, guv."
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Brogan lets out a loud bellow of a laugh. "Well, let me say that a lot of those who frequent this establishment would certainly enjoy having their way with you but I doubt that any would waste much time with words. And as far as I know there are no gentlemen here lassie, just good hard-working men who earn their living with the sweat of their brow and the strength of their back." Brogan seems to swell, growing larger and darker, pushing away what little light there is away from him. His voice grows icy. "Now, if you wish to tell me the name of this mysterious "gentleman" is then I can perhaps pass a message on. Otherwise, my patience for you is wearing thin and I am thinking I may let the boys if you are any good with that pigsticker you are clumsily trying to hide in your wrap."
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Emily bit her tongue to keep from letting out an amused snort. She had hoped her rapier was concealed a little better than that, but oh well. "Alistair. The big man himself." She said, pretending like she went on such social calls all the time.
Far more relived than he would admit, he turned to Geurn and grinned, "Judging by the days progress, the fact that anyone came is a bonus my friend."
Many members of this 'profession' found Geurn annoying, and rightly so, poor old Geurn would have expired a long time ago from harm related to that sharp tongue of his. The rumours about his longevity and the fact that Jonys had a soft spot for him were true. Not to say the Gnome could not handle himself in a fight, he could, and wee bastard was supernaturally light on his feet. All factors that contributed to his long and profitable life. Tarvon, like Jonys, also subscribed to the street rats charm.
Geurn in a weird way was probably Tarvon's only friend.
Looking around the streets and alleys again he politely ushered Geurn further back into the rubbish filled side street.
"I'm 'out and about' cause I got this cryptic invitation to that Tavern yonder," he indicated the Three Kippers, "I seem to be short on well wishers of late and am hoping to find some within," he finished with a dark humourless chuckle.
Geurn continued to ramble on in his way, and Tarvon listened of course, there were always gems of information mixed with the offal that seemed to tumble out of Geurn's mouth, One just needed the fortitude and insight to dig them out.
"Listen wee man," he handed Geurn the three Drakes and continued, "You can stay at my place as long as you want, just don't come crying to me when my trouble becomes yours..." that was punctuated with a wicked smile, "...if you watch my back this afternoon. Too sweeten the deal I will owe you a favour. If I live you can collect it when you will."
He ran a calloused craftsman's hand through his greasy hair and raised his bushy eyebrows "Deal?"
What the hell was that richly dressed Dragonborn dong here? Damn fool, he looked like a priest, this part of the city was no place for servants of gods!
Kakaryn enters the Three Kippers and the only thing that comes to his his mind is... that it was a nice establishment from a commoner's perspective but from Kakaryn's eyes, it has a dire need of the Great One's presence.
He walks to one of the employees and asks,
"Please, do not be frightened or struck with awe of me coming into your humble establishment. I just want to ask if you know of someone who ordered and sent a couple of kippers early in the morning? That person wants to know the one and true faith and I have personally came to enlighten the said person."
The dragonborn shows a radiant smile enhanced with his glittering golden scales covered with vestments from the Great Church of Carason, exuding an exemplary noble aura befitting him.
After a short walk through the streets of the market district Puziriaz arrives at the small market square. Just across the square is the narrow side street that leads to his destination. Although he has checked numerous times to make sure no one is following him Puziriaz can't shake the feeling that someone is watching him, however, he does not notice anyone or anything that stands out.
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"Sure, why not" replies Geurn, "Perhaps my brother will be wrong and you won't die. I guess that would be okay. If you didn't die I mean, not that my brother was wrong! Hey, looks over there you don't see too many of them all gussied up like that."
Tarvon looks in the direction that the gnome is pointing and spies a rather elegantly dressed Tiefling enter the market square.
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Tarvon makes shooshing motions at Geurn, "Quiet, you're back up not advertising!"
He observes the Teifling, and wonders how many more surprises the day can fit in. It's early he supposes so quite a few more probably. He turns back to Geurn, "Let's observe what this fop is about, and then make our way over to the Tavern. Please keep a low profile and listen out. Try not to get distracted, I'm counting on you, and I like living."
He turned back to the street and watched the Tielfing to see what he was up to.
This time it was Brogan's turn to suppress an amused snort, however, his voice belied a bit of amusement, "The big man? You haven't ever met Alistair I take it. But fine if you think you want to meet him I will pass on the message. You just tell me your name and if he wants to talk he will find you when he is ready."
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When no one answered it caught Kakaryn off-guard and it took a moment for him to pay actual notice to his surroundings. The tavern, if one could call it that, was empty. It was devoid of anything that resembled activity and it seemed that it had been empty for a great long time. The half-dozen tables and surrounding chairs seemed to be of exceptionally fine quality but there was a heavy layer of dust on them. Cobwebs had grown thick between the legs of the chairs, tables, and rafters. Among the rafters there were several nests, probably bird nests, but there was no sign of life coming from them. There was evidence of heavy rodent traffic as the floor was covered in various droppings but even these appeared to be old and dry. The ceiling had several large gaps in it and the sky peeking in appeared to be dull and gray, however, there didn't appear to be any evidence of rain having fallen in. Which was odd given that it had been raining just a couple of days ago. Matter of fact it appeared that the interior of the tavern suffered no water damage whatsoever.
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Emily smiled as if everything was just fine. "Thanks, the name's Emily, Emily Silverswift. I had thought to save him the trouble of looking, but if he's busy then I'm sure he knows where to look once he's ready." She doffed her hat to Brogan and turned to leave. Part of her was relieved that it hadn't come to violence at the barkeep had hinted, part of her was mildly annoyed that she hadn't found out what was going on. As she made her way to the door she attempted to think of a better way to hide her sidearm in her coat.
"Wait!" bellowed the large barkeep. "Silver...Silverswift? Hmmm, interesting. Perhaps, I was a bit rude earlier. Please join me for a drink. Maybe my assessment of you was wrong, perhaps, just perhaps, you are a killer after all." Suddenly a large rat crawls over his shoulder, its dark eyes watching you intently for a moment before sniffing around and disappearing down behind the large man's back. A look of annoyance came across his face. "Perhaps, you can do me a favor and in exchange I can do you a favor. I have this rodent of a dwarf named Tarvon that I need exterminated. If you take care of him for me I would be in your debt. I could possibly intercede on your behalf where our mutual acquaintance is concerned. What do you say Emily Silverswift?"
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Puziriaz walks down the small side street. Every now and then he takes a peek over his shoulder to see if someone is watching him. Dressing up like a nobleman has its downsides and muggers aren't few and far between to say the least. He continues down his chosen path and to his destination, hesitating for a few seconds before entering through the door.
He puts on his "charming-face", a smile oh so bright, a slight gleam in his eye, but still cautious non the same. "Excuse me, who here in this fine establishment summoned me, Lord Albourne Tidalgem?" He looks around the tavern and logically stops at the barkeep. If there is a meeting to be had here, he probably knows.
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Kakaryn stands still at the entrance,
"This, this is quite odd. Not a single soul inside this dilapidated establishment. How come a good breakfast came from this place?"
Kakaryn ponders for a minute and begins to crack his whip towards the tables and rafters, and then uses his Divine Sense inside the tavern.
Tarvon grunted. "Seems I'm not the only one to get a piscine invite."
Checking his inventory of armaments and dirty tricks he looked over his shoulder at Geurn, "Find a place where you can strike unseen, if you please. Do what you think is necessary to cover me if I need to make a break for it. Of course if it looks like I'm a goner save your own skin. I don't want two deaths due to my own curiosity and greed."
Checking his gear again, a nervous tell he worked hard to rid himself of, he stepped out of the alley and headed to the tavern entrance.
Puziriaz strolls through the tavern door, his question drowned out by the sudden cracking of the taskmaster's whip. The tiefling instinctively flinches, taking a half-step back towards the door he just entered as he realizes that the large dragonborn standing with his back to the entrance is cracking the whip at the rafters. Puziriaz suddenly realizes the dilapidated condition of the establishment. Puziriaz stands perfectly still deciding on what to do next....
Kakaryn calls upon the power of the Choral Host and opens his senses to that which is an abomination to the Gods. Although he does not detect anything inherently evil, his sensitive scales pick up on a soft breeze coming from the doorway behind him and he suddenly realizes that he is no longer alone in the establishment. Kakaryn tenses, coiling his muscles, readying for action and waits, deciding on what to do next...
As Tarvon approaches the tavern as carefully as he can, noting that Guern has becoming distracted by a peddler hawking shiny baubles, he suddenly hears the distinctive cracks of a taskmaster's whip. An involuntary shiver runs down Tarvon's spine as the sound dredges up memories he would prefer to remain buried. He pauses deciding on what to do next....
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Emily hid a frown, while she had killed as necessity and probably would again, she had not realized that she had earned a reputation as some kind of assassin. Still she went up to the bar and sat down. "What do I need to know about this fellow?" She asked.
Kakaryn turns around and sees a person wearing a nobleman's outfit. He breaks the ice and starts to speak.
"Good day fellow nobleman. My profession calls me to visit this confounded place, but for you..."
He stares intently at him with his hands holding his whip, ready to strike.
"You should have no business in here, especially since this place is clearly abandoned and left to ruin."
Tarvon roils his eyes at Guern's behaviour and fickle attention span. "Guern's back up is better than no backup I suppose."
Knowing full well that the gnome was in most circumstances useless, Tarvon wanted him here. Keeping Guern's interest, even interest of the morbid kind, was still a way of keeping his foot in the door with Johny'shis 'Big' brother and his influence. There was a strong connection between the unlikely duo and he wanted to leverage it.
Walking on the ball and edge of his feet he approached the richly dressed Teifling in the door of the of the Three Kippers from behind. Whatever was going on in there he wanted to know as much as he could before anyone involved became aware of his presence. Be they ally or enemy information was important.
"Don't f^$k me Guern." he whispered as a fretful prayer as he moved forward.
Brogan smirks then leans in a bit closer than is comfortable, his hot breath a mixture of stale beer and old fish. He whispers in a conspiratorial manner, "He is a low-life scum who happened to rob ol' woman Terese's bakery the other day. And everyone on the street knows that the ol' woman is a friend of the Chimola, and the Chimola doesn't take kindly to having his friends robbed. Especially the special friends that tithe extra to the Lord of Shields so that he might protect his flock." He paused and looked at your carefully to make certain you were following along. "Now, I don't know why Alistair wants to see you but I can tell you that people who see Alistair never see the sunlight again. Now, if you do me this favor and restore the honor of the Chimola, then I will not only pay you the 250 drakes but I will intercede on your behalf with Alistair. No promises because when Alistair gets it in his head to do something then it usually gets done, but one can't afford to pass up any assistance. So what say you...will you go kill me this no-good dwarf? They call him Tarvon and I have it on real good authority he is down near the market, heading toward the Three Kippers."
It takes a moment as your brain races, the Chimola...the word on the street was the Chimola was the Third Dagger and everyone knew that if you didn't want to get robbed then you made a "donation" at the local shrine to the Lord of Shields. Only a fool would rob someone paying protection to the Chimola.
Brogan senses your hesitation then adds, "Think of it like this...you would be meting out justice, bringing righteousness to the unrighteous and protecting a lil' ol' lady all with one swift stroke of that rapier of yours."
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Emily nodded sagely. "Tarvon, huh? Well. We can't have folks robbing little old ladies, can we? No time like the present, I guess." She gave Brogan a tip of her hat and slipped off the stool smoothly. "Cheers, guv."