Brack nodded at Mazour though was unmoved by the attempt at humor, keeping to a serious tone, "Thank yeh for sharing. It'd be good to 'ave a cleric at our side, no doubt."
He sighed, as if the inevitable was finally here. Looking deeply at the rest of the crew, Brack began to speak, "Yeh ain't wrong Hutton, likely that I 'ave played at yeh tavern at some point or other. Though I also 'ad a future at Thaumanexus."He clenches his fist, "'ad being the operative word 'ere."
A pause, then he continues, "Yeh may also know me from 'ow Gaedran framed me for murder. Wrongfully so, but that act cost me everything. My career. My studies. My livelihood. My name..."
His serious expression returned, "So if I don't always appear t'be 'appy and chipper, well now yeh know why."He lets is expression soften before continuing, "Yeh can count me in to give my fullest to this mission. Though, should the time come to do 'im in, it won't be by my 'and. Can't let Gaedran be right in t'end." His fist appears clenched once more, "That said, should my support t'yeh lead to 'is untimely demise, well, t'bastard 'ad it coming."
Calming himself back down, he looks over to Redii and Hutton, "What about you two?"He points at Redii, "Can't say I've seen yeh around, but this one"now pointing towards Hutton, "Weren't yeh part of t'local Order, eh? Still making deals with t'devil or 'ave yeh put that behind yeh?" It's unclear by his tone whether he's trying to ask an honest question or slip a thinly veiled retort his way.
Brack snorted at the others and bristled in his cloak, putting aside his pad and stencil, "Don't doubt that I 'aven't t'same determination as yeh in seeing Gaedran get what's been coming to 'im, that's for sure. But, we barely know each other save for t'mutual pasts we seem to share. Do yeh think we'd stand a chance just bumbling our way on up as a ragtag crew and expect to put the 'it on Gaedren as it is now, eh?"
He pulled back his hood, letting the torchlight bring his features into full focus, "If we're truly serious about this 'ere chance to right what's been wronged, then we ought to know what everyone's bringing to t'table and," He points the stencil across everyone in the room for emphasis, "knowing 'im, we best damn sure 'ave a plan."
Brack looks to the others, seeing if anyone would venture forth a counter to his suggestion.
Hutton scoffs. "Ragtag or not, nothing in this godsforsaken city will keep me from seeing this through. I honestly couldn't care much less about your resolve or that of any of you. If you can help, fantastic. If not, just don't slow me down. As far as what I bring to the table... I mean look at me," he motions to himself. "I don't bring anything to the table. I am the table. I've spent the last few decades unlearning a lifetime of habits and, for the first time in a great while, I think I need to relapse a bit." Heaving a sigh, he crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. "If you want to finesse your way through this situation, you'll need to present a pretty strong argument because it's isn't the speed I usually go."
He sighed, as if the inevitable was finally here. Looking deeply at the rest of the crew, Brack began to speak, "Yeh ain't wrong Hutton, likely that I 'ave played at yeh tavern at some point or other. Though I also 'ad a future at Thaumanexus."He clenches his fist, "'ad being the operative word 'ere."
A pause, then he continues, "Yeh may also know me from 'ow Gaedran framed me for murder. Wrongfully so, but that act cost me everything. My career. My studies. My livelihood. My name..."
"Right," Hutton chuckles as a hint of recognition enters his eyes. "The Margrave's Murderin' Minstrel. Should've put two and two together." Another rumbling chuckle escapes him as allows himself a moment to enjoy the absurdity of the day.
“As for your other point about a plan, I have one. Seeing as you are all… well… old, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that none of you were ‘Lamms’ in a former life. That means I’m probably the only one who’s actually met him and knows how he operates. If he’s at Westpier 17, then he’s probably squirreled up somewhere out of sight. Luckily for us, his ‘Lieutenants’ will be there. We’ve just got to get the jump on one of them and make them tell us where he’s at. And luckily for us again – praise Desna…” she added a bit sarcastically “…sneaking around just happens to be my specialty…” When Redii finished, she gave the trio her best “aren’t-I-so-great” grin...
"Brilliant. Wasn't looking forward to sneaking and skulking. I'll leave that to you. Give give me a nod when I can make noise. I tend to cause a ruckus once I get going."
(Scene 5)
If we are close enough and Hutton is confident no one will see or hear (Perception:5 - yeah we're good!), he'll reach up and try to break off the rusted chain with a single, solid yank. That is, of course, unless someone stops him before he does something unstealthy... If all of that actually happens the way it went in his head, he'll wrap the chain around the knuckles of one of his hamfists.
Either way, his face contorts at the smell of the place and he mutters, "Nothing here but stink. Think the fortuneteller fed us bad information?"
Brack scoffs at Hutton's dismissal of Zellara. Pulling up his cloak to ward off the encroaching chill of the evening, he responds, "Before yeh go jumping onto conclusions, wouldn't it be wise to at least 'ave a look around first, eh?" He looks up and down the pier before continuing, "Picked up a few odd jobs back in t'day in fisheries like these. Wouldn't take long to 'ave a look around, though four of us poking around might draw suspicion."
He strokes his beard, "Might be a good idea for two of yeh want to keep lookout while we walk t'perimeter. Make sure there's nothing that'll come back t'bite us later, hm?"
"I don't think so, Hutton. By smell alone, I think he's here. Redii? I believe you said this was your... specialty?"Glancing around he took in the filth and squalor around him. The smell of rank water and dead fish. This is why I am not a sailor. Glancing round, he tries to take in as much of the area as he can. It was important to stay aware of your surroundings.
Perception 15
"I'm not quiet. I'll stay here and keep a lookout," Mazour grinned madly and looked to the others. "This is going to be... fun!"
"Conclusion are all I've got," Hutton retorts. "I don't see anything. I don't hear anything. No guards anywhere to be found..."
He smirks at Mazour. "The only good fish is a dead fish and that's all I smell. I was hoping to smell a rat."
With a huff, the huge man hikes up his britches and sits down on the embankment. "Yeah, Redii said this was her thing. And Brack, I've seen you jump and dance. You're good on your feet. Why don't you help her out? That way we can be done with the quiet part twice as fast."
He reaches into his pouch and retrieves a small knife and a rough piece of wood and begins whittling, eyes frequently darting around. This is clearly a stick he's worked on several times before, although it's intended shape is yet indiscernible.
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Brack nodded in respect to Mazour, though flashed a look of disapproval to Hutton as he poked fun at the dwarf. "Very well," Brack responded to the two as he now turned his attention to Redii, "Shall we, Miss Rabbit?"
Approaching the old fishery, Brack pulled up his cloak's hood and quietly murmured to Redii, "Why don't yeh take t'pier an' I'll stay stay to t'other side, eh?" Though it was subtle, the dwarf bristled at the notion of patrolling the rickety boardwalk, though it was unclear why he involuntarily shuddered at the thought.
Now close to the fishery, Brack slows his pace and begins to concentrate on perceiving any signs of life or activity within the dilapidated building.
Redii stared at the rest of the group - dumbfounded - as she watched them act so conspicuously in front of the Old Fishery. What are they doing? Are they trying to get themselves caught!?! she thought to herself the rest of the group conversed casually.
When Brack offered to split the scouting duties, it brought her mind back into focus on the task at hand. "Okay," she whispered quietly before turning the Hutton and Mazour and miming the signal to stay still and silent. Then giving Brack a single nod, she began to slowly advance to the pier (on the right side of the building).
Bad start, but hopefully no one heard anything yet... she thought as she made her way onto the slick boardwalk and began to look around. The boards sagged just slightly under her weight, making her wonder how quickly it would take Hutton to fall through to the river below. After some mental calculations, she'd be surprised if it was more than three.
Circling around to the far side of the building (left side of the image), he came across a fifteen-foot-wide loading dock that abutted the side of the building. A few carts sit nearby, partially loaded with large, tar-caked barrels marked with a fish-shaped splotch of red paint on the side. Closed double doors adjacent to the loading dock’s ramp provide access to the building’s interior, while a rickety flight of stairs descends ten feet to a point just three feet over the river’s surface, where a simple door provides a secondary entrance. Outside of the two doors, there does not appear to be any other entrances or windows on this side of the building wooden building. In the near distance, he could just make out the bow of a ship seemingly docked to the Old Fishery.
Redii:
A slippery boardwalk clings to the side of the fishery, held together by barnacle-encrusted pilings that have had half of their thickness worn away below the waterline twelve feet below. The boardwalk slopes downward approximately 3ft as it stretches further over the river before disappearing out of sight when it wraps around the backside of the building. A few small windows can be found on this side of the fishery, but they are far too dirty and clouded to see through.
After gathering as much as she could without pushing her luck, Redii carefully made her way back to the others. Waiting first for Brack to return (unless he decides not to), Redii will relay what she found. "I couldn't see anything through the windows unfortunately, but there's a locked door on the pier. I could try and pick it if we don't want to walk through the main door. Also, the pier wraps around the back a bit, but I'm not sure what's down there; didn't want to get greedy." After pausing for a moment to think, she looked to Hutton and added, "That boardwalk is real rickety though, and we might have to go one at a time. I'm not even sure if you'd make it across as big as you are. Sorry, just being honest."
"Well I'm just being honest when I say I have no desire to walk the boardwalk and swim with the dirty, slimy fishes anyway," Hutton responds. "Let's see what the dwarf finds. I'm sure you're perfectly capable of picking locks and all that shady stuff, but I've got a crowbar if it comes to it." He shrugs and returns his attention to his whittling.
Catching the last bit of the conversation as he catches back up with the crew, Brack responds in turn, "Yeh, to be 'onest, I'd rather not head down t'boardwalk either." He nods to Hutton before shifting his gaze back to Redii and Mazour, "Aside from t'usual things yeh would expect on t'far side, there are two additional entrances. One the loading dock seemed mundane enough, but there's a second leading below t'ground level."
He clears his throat with a cough before asking the obvious question, "Wouldn't yeh say t'one leading below t'fishery seems to be where Gaedran would conduct 'is business out of. Might garner too much attention just walking in t'front or side."He pauses and gives his beard a quick stroke, "And better yet, if we start below, then nobody's to 'ear our footsteps if they 'appen to be up top, eh?"
Catching the last bit of the conversation as he catches back up with the crew, Brack responds in turn, "Yeh, to be 'onest, I'd rather not head down t'boardwalk either." He nods to Hutton before shifting his gaze back to Redii and Mazour, "Aside from t'usual things yeh would expect on t'far side, there are two additional entrances. One the loading dock seemed mundane enough, but there's a second leading below t'ground level."
He clears his throat with a cough before asking the obvious question, "Wouldn't yeh say t'one leading below t'fishery seems to be where Gaedran would conduct 'is business out of. Might garner too much attention just walking in t'front or side."He pauses and gives his beard a quick stroke, "And better yet, if we start below, then nobody's to 'ear our footsteps if they 'appen to be up top, eh?"
Ignoring Hutton's dig, Redii replied to Brack's suggestion, "I think that's a solid plan to start, and then we can adjust once we know more. And if Gaedren's not there, maybe we can at least get the jump on one of his lackeys."
"Sounds like a plan," Hutton decrees as he stands and puts away his trinkets. Patting the dirt and grass off his backside, he begins lumbering down the embankment in the direction Brack indicated for the less conspicuous entrance. "Shall we?"
Mazour glanced over to see Hutton's smirk, so close to a smile. It was then he decided that he would see the man laugh. He was determined to hear it, if he was still capable. And I'm positive he can. It's probably a wonderous laugh.
Looking about as Brack and Redii look around, he did not see much. But he had the suspicion that they were watched. No choice though, he carried on. Listening to the plan he nodded. "That sounds good to me. Redii's right. We wouldn't want hm to get... lonely now."
Following the others, he smoothed his robes and moved toward the building.
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Initiative - 3
Mazour's eyes narrowed at the scene. Children. Kept her as slaves. Laina mentioned this sort of thing, but it was in passing and she didn't go into detail. But there was one night of drunken sadness where she opened up a bit on it. Once, in all those years. Was this what it was like for her? It was shortly after that when she started with that powder. He stepped deliberately into the room, moving ten feet in to stand by the barrel. The reliquary bound to his wrist slipped into his hand, and he held it aloft as he whispered.
"Time to be judged. Let's see if we can purge you of your... sin."With a wry smile the reliquary began to glow with a deep purple light. The purple light rose like fire from the fire around the smug bastard on the catwalk.
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Initiative: 14 (Rolled in Game Log)
Brack quickly took in the current situation and watched as Mazour opened with a volley of magical energies directed towards the half-orc on the catwalk. With combat ensuing, Brack reaches instinctively towards his side, but mutters a curse as he realizes what he was looking for was no longer present on his person.
Stiffening his stance, he remains planted in the doorway so as to keep watch on both the exit and door atop the stairs in front of him. Seeing the snarling mutt, he begins to nod his head in rhythm, as if entranced by an unheard melody. Then, without warning, he belts out a verse with misplaced emphasis on the melody, "Doh RHAH yaeeeeh!"
The jarring sound of his chant strikes a profound discord, like that of a spring tulip trampled by a sudden booted stomp. The dissonance carries through the air right towards Bloo's perked up ears.
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Brack nodded at Mazour though was unmoved by the attempt at humor, keeping to a serious tone, "Thank yeh for sharing. It'd be good to 'ave a cleric at our side, no doubt."
He sighed, as if the inevitable was finally here. Looking deeply at the rest of the crew, Brack began to speak, "Yeh ain't wrong Hutton, likely that I 'ave played at yeh tavern at some point or other. Though I also 'ad a future at Thaumanexus." He clenches his fist, "'ad being the operative word 'ere."
A pause, then he continues, "Yeh may also know me from 'ow Gaedran framed me for murder. Wrongfully so, but that act cost me everything. My career. My studies. My livelihood. My name..."
His serious expression returned, "So if I don't always appear t'be 'appy and chipper, well now yeh know why." He lets is expression soften before continuing, "Yeh can count me in to give my fullest to this mission. Though, should the time come to do 'im in, it won't be by my 'and. Can't let Gaedran be right in t'end." His fist appears clenched once more, "That said, should my support t'yeh lead to 'is untimely demise, well, t'bastard 'ad it coming."
Calming himself back down, he looks over to Redii and Hutton, "What about you two?" He points at Redii, "Can't say I've seen yeh around, but this one" now pointing towards Hutton, "Weren't yeh part of t'local Order, eh? Still making deals with t'devil or 'ave yeh put that behind yeh?" It's unclear by his tone whether he's trying to ask an honest question or slip a thinly veiled retort his way.
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Hutton scoffs. "Ragtag or not, nothing in this godsforsaken city will keep me from seeing this through. I honestly couldn't care much less about your resolve or that of any of you. If you can help, fantastic. If not, just don't slow me down. As far as what I bring to the table... I mean look at me," he motions to himself. "I don't bring anything to the table. I am the table. I've spent the last few decades unlearning a lifetime of habits and, for the first time in a great while, I think I need to relapse a bit." Heaving a sigh, he crosses his arms and rolls his eyes. "If you want to finesse your way through this situation, you'll need to present a pretty strong argument because it's isn't the speed I usually go."
"Right," Hutton chuckles as a hint of recognition enters his eyes. "The Margrave's Murderin' Minstrel. Should've put two and two together." Another rumbling chuckle escapes him as allows himself a moment to enjoy the absurdity of the day.
"Brilliant. Wasn't looking forward to sneaking and skulking. I'll leave that to you. Give give me a nod when I can make noise. I tend to cause a ruckus once I get going."
(Scene 5)
If we are close enough and Hutton is confident no one will see or hear (Perception:5 - yeah we're good!), he'll reach up and try to break off the rusted chain with a single, solid yank. That is, of course, unless someone stops him before he does something unstealthy... If all of that actually happens the way it went in his head, he'll wrap the chain around the knuckles of one of his hamfists.
Either way, his face contorts at the smell of the place and he mutters, "Nothing here but stink. Think the fortuneteller fed us bad information?"
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Brack scoffs at Hutton's dismissal of Zellara. Pulling up his cloak to ward off the encroaching chill of the evening, he responds, "Before yeh go jumping onto conclusions, wouldn't it be wise to at least 'ave a look around first, eh?" He looks up and down the pier before continuing, "Picked up a few odd jobs back in t'day in fisheries like these. Wouldn't take long to 'ave a look around, though four of us poking around might draw suspicion."
He strokes his beard, "Might be a good idea for two of yeh want to keep lookout while we walk t'perimeter. Make sure there's nothing that'll come back t'bite us later, hm?"
"I don't think so, Hutton. By smell alone, I think he's here. Redii? I believe you said this was your... specialty?" Glancing around he took in the filth and squalor around him. The smell of rank water and dead fish. This is why I am not a sailor. Glancing round, he tries to take in as much of the area as he can. It was important to stay aware of your surroundings.
Perception 15
"I'm not quiet. I'll stay here and keep a lookout," Mazour grinned madly and looked to the others. "This is going to be... fun!"
"Conclusion are all I've got," Hutton retorts. "I don't see anything. I don't hear anything. No guards anywhere to be found..."
He smirks at Mazour. "The only good fish is a dead fish and that's all I smell. I was hoping to smell a rat."
With a huff, the huge man hikes up his britches and sits down on the embankment. "Yeah, Redii said this was her thing. And Brack, I've seen you jump and dance. You're good on your feet. Why don't you help her out? That way we can be done with the quiet part twice as fast."
He reaches into his pouch and retrieves a small knife and a rough piece of wood and begins whittling, eyes frequently darting around. This is clearly a stick he's worked on several times before, although it's intended shape is yet indiscernible.
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Brack nodded in respect to Mazour, though flashed a look of disapproval to Hutton as he poked fun at the dwarf. "Very well," Brack responded to the two as he now turned his attention to Redii, "Shall we, Miss Rabbit?"
Approaching the old fishery, Brack pulled up his cloak's hood and quietly murmured to Redii, "Why don't yeh take t'pier an' I'll stay stay to t'other side, eh?" Though it was subtle, the dwarf bristled at the notion of patrolling the rickety boardwalk, though it was unclear why he involuntarily shuddered at the thought.
Now close to the fishery, Brack slows his pace and begins to concentrate on perceiving any signs of life or activity within the dilapidated building.
Perception Check: 19
Redii stared at the rest of the group - dumbfounded - as she watched them act so conspicuously in front of the Old Fishery. What are they doing? Are they trying to get themselves caught!?! she thought to herself the rest of the group conversed casually.
When Brack offered to split the scouting duties, it brought her mind back into focus on the task at hand. "Okay," she whispered quietly before turning the Hutton and Mazour and miming the signal to stay still and silent. Then giving Brack a single nod, she began to slowly advance to the pier (on the right side of the building).
Bad start, but hopefully no one heard anything yet... she thought as she made her way onto the slick boardwalk and began to look around. The boards sagged just slightly under her weight, making her wonder how quickly it would take Hutton to fall through to the river below. After some mental calculations, she'd be surprised if it was more than three.
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After gathering as much as she could without pushing her luck, Redii carefully made her way back to the others. Waiting first for Brack to return (unless he decides not to), Redii will relay what she found. "I couldn't see anything through the windows unfortunately, but there's a locked door on the pier. I could try and pick it if we don't want to walk through the main door. Also, the pier wraps around the back a bit, but I'm not sure what's down there; didn't want to get greedy." After pausing for a moment to think, she looked to Hutton and added, "That boardwalk is real rickety though, and we might have to go one at a time. I'm not even sure if you'd make it across as big as you are. Sorry, just being honest."
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"Well I'm just being honest when I say I have no desire to walk the boardwalk and swim with the dirty, slimy fishes anyway," Hutton responds. "Let's see what the dwarf finds. I'm sure you're perfectly capable of picking locks and all that shady stuff, but I've got a crowbar if it comes to it." He shrugs and returns his attention to his whittling.
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Catching the last bit of the conversation as he catches back up with the crew, Brack responds in turn, "Yeh, to be 'onest, I'd rather not head down t'boardwalk either." He nods to Hutton before shifting his gaze back to Redii and Mazour, "Aside from t'usual things yeh would expect on t'far side, there are two additional entrances. One the loading dock seemed mundane enough, but there's a second leading below t'ground level."
He clears his throat with a cough before asking the obvious question, "Wouldn't yeh say t'one leading below t'fishery seems to be where Gaedran would conduct 'is business out of. Might garner too much attention just walking in t'front or side." He pauses and gives his beard a quick stroke, "And better yet, if we start below, then nobody's to 'ear our footsteps if they 'appen to be up top, eh?"
Ignoring Hutton's dig, Redii replied to Brack's suggestion, "I think that's a solid plan to start, and then we can adjust once we know more. And if Gaedren's not there, maybe we can at least get the jump on one of his lackeys."
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"Sounds like a plan," Hutton decrees as he stands and puts away his trinkets. Patting the dirt and grass off his backside, he begins lumbering down the embankment in the direction Brack indicated for the less conspicuous entrance. "Shall we?"
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"Don't want to keep Gaedren waiting..." Redii agreed with a wicked smile as she followed Hutton - quietly - towards the loading dock.
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Mazour glanced over to see Hutton's smirk, so close to a smile. It was then he decided that he would see the man laugh. He was determined to hear it, if he was still capable. And I'm positive he can. It's probably a wonderous laugh.
Looking about as Brack and Redii look around, he did not see much. But he had the suspicion that they were watched. No choice though, he carried on. Listening to the plan he nodded. "That sounds good to me. Redii's right. We wouldn't want hm to get... lonely now."
Following the others, he smoothed his robes and moved toward the building.
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005 - The Old Fishery
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Initiative - 3
Mazour's eyes narrowed at the scene. Children. Kept her as slaves. Laina mentioned this sort of thing, but it was in passing and she didn't go into detail. But there was one night of drunken sadness where she opened up a bit on it. Once, in all those years. Was this what it was like for her? It was shortly after that when she started with that powder. He stepped deliberately into the room, moving ten feet in to stand by the barrel. The reliquary bound to his wrist slipped into his hand, and he held it aloft as he whispered.
"Time to be judged. Let's see if we can purge you of your... sin." With a wry smile the reliquary began to glow with a deep purple light. The purple light rose like fire from the fire around the smug bastard on the catwalk.
Spell - Sacred Flame dc 14 dex save damage: 8
Initiative: 14 (Rolled in Game Log)
Brack quickly took in the current situation and watched as Mazour opened with a volley of magical energies directed towards the half-orc on the catwalk. With combat ensuing, Brack reaches instinctively towards his side, but mutters a curse as he realizes what he was looking for was no longer present on his person.
Stiffening his stance, he remains planted in the doorway so as to keep watch on both the exit and door atop the stairs in front of him. Seeing the snarling mutt, he begins to nod his head in rhythm, as if entranced by an unheard melody. Then, without warning, he belts out a verse with misplaced emphasis on the melody, "Doh RHAH yaeeeeh!"
The jarring sound of his chant strikes a profound discord, like that of a spring tulip trampled by a sudden booted stomp. The dissonance carries through the air right towards Bloo's perked up ears.
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