Mark stays a little away from the meeting place and sees 5 other people with similar looking letters from Germaine. They seem to all be waiting expectantly.
As for the rest of you, as darkness descends on the city, you see windows light up the towers around you from bottom to top. A cool wind whisks between you, drowning out the other noises of the city. A nearby lift rises, carrying a human in her mid-thirties with close cropped black hair and a glowing pipe in her mouth. Germaine gives a wry smile as she nods to you all, saying, "Thanks for coming."
”I assume you’ve already made each other’s acquaintance. If not, that fine. Don’t talk to each other for all I care, I just have a job that needs doing. It’s delicate, I have an appointment with a Warfarged named Coal. Apparently he has information about a crime being committed in Old Sharn.” She takes a drag from her pipe.
”The thing, I’m not so sure it’s worth my time and risking my neck to meet him. It’s not necessarily the best look for members of the Watch to be meeting with random Warforged with possible criminal connections.” She looks at you all now. “If you all could meet with him first and actually see if he has a story that adds up and is worth my time, maybe then I’ll meet him. What to you think?”
"Of course we will! Where will the meeting take place?"
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She smiles, "I knew this was a good idea. Apparently Coal hangs out at a bar called the Cog Carnival, in High Walls, apparently a spot where 'clankers' hang out." She looks sheepishly at Centurion. "Sorry."
"You should take this as well." She hands Elero a piece of paper. "This is a Sharn Watch writ of enforcement. Most city workers or Watch guards will respect it, maybe grudgigly, as long as you aren't flagratly disrupting the peace or breaking the law." She takes another puff of her pipe. "Anything else you reckon y'all need to know?"
Elero can add the Sharn Watchwrit to their inventory.
Elero smiles, shifting his attention from Centurion's various gears, linkages and assemblies, and takes the writ, folding it more carefully than the sergeant's original note and putting into one of the duster's pockets. "This is exciting," he mutters, pondering being in close proximity to so many mechanisms, then turns back to Germaine.
"Does this have anything to do with our previous talks about my guild, sergeant? Or is it something new? Did this 'Coal' contact you directly or were you assigned this case?"
"That's the plan, name is Erix" Erix replies to Kit. "No questions, let's go."
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"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed
Centurion shrugs at the Sergeant's apology. He never really understood the need of Beings to use derogatory words for the Warforged, or each other. Life was something of a mystery to him, but he looked at the odd assortment of characters assembled. Clearly, he was the "muscle", though in a bar full of Warforged he would be only able to buy the rest of the group a few moments. "Thank you for thinking of me, Sergeant."
"You can call me Centurion," he says to the others. "But just don't call me late.. to.. supper.." After a moments silence, he realizes he ruined the joke and shrugs his shoulders while shaking his head in resignation.
To Elero - "No, it doesn't have anything to do with that thing we discussed. I just thought you'd be a good fit for this job. Just talk to Coal and see what he knows, it shouldn't be too hard." She's suddenly become a little short with you.
"I don't know if you all have a place to stay at the moment, if so don't worry about it, if you don't i've booked out a room in Ghallanda Hall in Middle Dura for a few nights. Feel free to crash there if you need." She gives you a note with directions.
"If that's all i've gotta be on my way, this isn't my only meeting today." She turns around and gets back in a lift.
"Oh. Ok then." Taken aback, Elero watches her go, then studies the note for a moment before turning to the others.
"Well, I'm Elero. It's good to meet you all, and I'm...intrigued about being a part of this group, and about our mission. Should we go, or talk more first? I'm good either way. I can do the talking, or the moving, whichever's best." He waves the note. "And I've got the directions to our, uh, group's room, when we need them. So, there's that, too."
"Sure, there or the Cog Carnival, if we want to find this 'Coal' person first." He glances at Centurion. "Or, well, not really, person, I suppose." Elero holds up his hands. "Or maybe? I mean, I don't want to offend you. Or Coal. Neither one of you, really."
Something between a smile and a grimace crosses Elero's face, and then gets stuck there. For way too long.
"Ohh sleeping in the ghallanda hall sounds exiting" Erix says, clearly he hasn't been away from home much before. "But shouldn't we just go to the Cog and just talk to Coal?"
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"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war |Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed
Getting to The Cog Carnival involves a fair amount of travelling, a whole hour to get to the lower section of the Central Plateau, then the crossing of two bridges to get to the High Walls area in Lower Tavick's Landing, taking 2 and a half hours all up. You all have plenty of time to get to know each other and reveal as much information as you feel comfortable with.
The High Walls district is one of the poorer in Sharn. The stench of body odor, garbage, and tobacco mix toÂgether in the streets. High walls cut this district's crum bling and vandalized buildings off from the rest of Sharn, though towers rise over the walls like imposing sentries. Many people stand idly on street corners, eying you suspiciously and keeping to themselves. It's fairly easy to get directions to The Cog Carnival.
As you hang out the front of the building you see a dilapidated Warforged dive bar. The bar has a crumbling stone outside marred with graffiti that says things like, "Forged Are Scrap!" and "Leave, Metalheads!". A Warforged bouncer sits out the front, collecting a fee from patrons, it has carved chunks of wood replacing a severed foot. You note that Warforged are allowed in for free but other clientele must pay 5cp each.
"Sure, there or the Cog Carnival, if we want to find this 'Coal' person first." He glances at Centurion. "Or, well, not really, person, I suppose." Elero holds up his hands. "Or maybe? I mean, I don't want to offend you. Or Coal. Neither one of you, really."
"There is no offense, some believe themselves to be alive. Some do not. But we have our own thoughts. We are more than machines. But less than you "
"Well, maybe less in some ways, but definitely more in others." Elero eyes the warforged. "You can definitely do things I can't, so don't sell yourself short, my friend."
Centurion proves to be a laconic, but open companion.
"I was found just over the border in fallen Cyre by the sergeant, along with non-functional Warforged. I have no memory of before, nor where their any indications for whom I fought. Since, I have resided here. Mainly, I do odd jobs and assist the Watch when asked."
The way it says, "THE SERGEANT" makes it seem there is no other sergeants in its world.
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"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
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Mark stays a little away from the meeting place and sees 5 other people with similar looking letters from Germaine. They seem to all be waiting expectantly.
As for the rest of you, as darkness descends on the city, you see windows light up the towers around you from bottom to top. A cool wind whisks between you, drowning out the other noises of the city. A nearby lift rises, carrying a human in her mid-thirties with close cropped black hair and a glowing pipe in her mouth. Germaine gives a wry smile as she nods to you all, saying, "Thanks for coming."
”I assume you’ve already made each other’s acquaintance. If not, that fine. Don’t talk to each other for all I care, I just have a job that needs doing. It’s delicate, I have an appointment with a Warfarged named Coal. Apparently he has information about a crime being committed in Old Sharn.” She takes a drag from her pipe.
”The thing, I’m not so sure it’s worth my time and risking my neck to meet him. It’s not necessarily the best look for members of the Watch to be meeting with random Warforged with possible criminal connections.” She looks at you all now. “If you all could meet with him first and actually see if he has a story that adds up and is worth my time, maybe then I’ll meet him. What to you think?”
Erix is very eager
"Of course we will! Where will the meeting take place?"
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed
“Aye, Germaine, you should have said it was a group thing. More the merrier hey?”
Kit waves a limber, ginger furred arm and bows with a sly smile. He raises his head and looks around for his soon-to-be companions.
“I take it you’re coming along for the ride?” Kit says to the bearded young fella who recently spoke up. “I’m Kit.”
She smiles, "I knew this was a good idea. Apparently Coal hangs out at a bar called the Cog Carnival, in High Walls, apparently a spot where 'clankers' hang out." She looks sheepishly at Centurion. "Sorry."
"You should take this as well." She hands Elero a piece of paper. "This is a Sharn Watch writ of enforcement. Most city workers or Watch guards will respect it, maybe grudgigly, as long as you aren't flagratly disrupting the peace or breaking the law." She takes another puff of her pipe. "Anything else you reckon y'all need to know?"
Elero can add the Sharn Watch writ to their inventory.
Elero smiles, shifting his attention from Centurion's various gears, linkages and assemblies, and takes the writ, folding it more carefully than the sergeant's original note and putting into one of the duster's pockets. "This is exciting," he mutters, pondering being in close proximity to so many mechanisms, then turns back to Germaine.
"Does this have anything to do with our previous talks about my guild, sergeant? Or is it something new? Did this 'Coal' contact you directly or were you assigned this case?"
"That's the plan, name is Erix" Erix replies to Kit. "No questions, let's go."
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed
Centurion shrugs at the Sergeant's apology. He never really understood the need of Beings to use derogatory words for the Warforged, or each other. Life was something of a mystery to him, but he looked at the odd assortment of characters assembled. Clearly, he was the "muscle", though in a bar full of Warforged he would be only able to buy the rest of the group a few moments. "Thank you for thinking of me, Sergeant."
"You can call me Centurion," he says to the others. "But just don't call me late.. to.. supper.." After a moments silence, he realizes he ruined the joke and shrugs his shoulders while shaking his head in resignation.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
Elero examines the warforged closer, wondering where the food would go, then backs off with a small wave and a brief grin when Centurion looks at him.
Mark is unsure of these folks and their skill sets but he owes the Sergeant and this could help him gain more contacts, specifically with Warforged.
"Name, is Mark Finkler, but you can call me Mr. Finkler for now."
Rolled a 3 Persuasion for Elero.
To Elero - "No, it doesn't have anything to do with that thing we discussed. I just thought you'd be a good fit for this job. Just talk to Coal and see what he knows, it shouldn't be too hard." She's suddenly become a little short with you.
"I don't know if you all have a place to stay at the moment, if so don't worry about it, if you don't i've booked out a room in Ghallanda Hall in Middle Dura for a few nights. Feel free to crash there if you need." She gives you a note with directions.
"If that's all i've gotta be on my way, this isn't my only meeting today." She turns around and gets back in a lift.
"Oh. Ok then." Taken aback, Elero watches her go, then studies the note for a moment before turning to the others.
"Well, I'm Elero. It's good to meet you all, and I'm...intrigued about being a part of this group, and about our mission. Should we go, or talk more first? I'm good either way. I can do the talking, or the moving, whichever's best." He waves the note. "And I've got the directions to our, uh, group's room, when we need them. So, there's that, too."
Evelyn looks around at the group for a second.
”Well, I guess I should introduce myself too. I’m Evelyn Thistlewillow. Shall we head to Ghallanda Hall?”
"Sure, there or the Cog Carnival, if we want to find this 'Coal' person first." He glances at Centurion. "Or, well, not really, person, I suppose." Elero holds up his hands. "Or maybe? I mean, I don't want to offend you. Or Coal. Neither one of you, really."
Something between a smile and a grimace crosses Elero's face, and then gets stuck there. For way too long.
Mark speaks up, “I believe the best plan of action is to go to the Cog and case it out, maybe put up a watch team on it.”
"Ohh sleeping in the ghallanda hall sounds exiting" Erix says, clearly he hasn't been away from home much before. "But shouldn't we just go to the Cog and just talk to Coal?"
"grandpa" Salkur, deep gnome artificer/sorcerer: Spiderwrangler's Forged in Chaos | Pepin, Human Artificer/cleric: Goblin horde | Mixtli, Volcano Genasi Artificer: Champions of the Citadel | Erix Vadalitis, Human Druid: Rising from the last war | Smithy, Human Artificer: Night Ravens: Black orchids for Biscotti | Tamphalic Aliprax, Blue Dragonborn Wizard: Chronicles of the Accursed
Kit, with a face all grin, looks around at the motley ensemble. “Oooo, I can tell this is going to be fun.” He says aloud.
“Yes hello, hello, nice to meet you all. To the Cog then?”
Getting to The Cog Carnival involves a fair amount of travelling, a whole hour to get to the lower section of the Central Plateau, then the crossing of two bridges to get to the High Walls area in Lower Tavick's Landing, taking 2 and a half hours all up. You all have plenty of time to get to know each other and reveal as much information as you feel comfortable with.
The High Walls district is one of the poorer in Sharn. The stench of body odor, garbage, and tobacco mix toÂgether in the streets. High walls cut this district's crum bling and vandalized buildings off from the rest of Sharn, though towers rise over the walls like imposing sentries. Many people stand idly on street corners, eying you suspiciously and keeping to themselves. It's fairly easy to get directions to The Cog Carnival.
As you hang out the front of the building you see a dilapidated Warforged dive bar. The bar has a crumbling stone outside marred with graffiti that says things like, "Forged Are Scrap!" and "Leave, Metalheads!". A Warforged bouncer sits out the front, collecting a fee from patrons, it has carved chunks of wood replacing a severed foot. You note that Warforged are allowed in for free but other clientele must pay 5cp each.
"There is no offense, some believe themselves to be alive. Some do not. But we have our own thoughts. We are more than machines. But less than you "
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG
"Well, maybe less in some ways, but definitely more in others." Elero eyes the warforged. "You can definitely do things I can't, so don't sell yourself short, my friend."
Centurion proves to be a laconic, but open companion.
"I was found just over the border in fallen Cyre by the sergeant, along with non-functional Warforged. I have no memory of before, nor where their any indications for whom I fought. Since, I have resided here. Mainly, I do odd jobs and assist the Watch when asked."
The way it says, "THE SERGEANT" makes it seem there is no other sergeants in its world.
"ALWAYS GIVE A MONSTER AN EVEN BREAK!"
1st Edition DMG