And so you make your way out of the Salt Spray and begin your quest in earnest. You wind through the bustling area around the docks and enter the city through the Port Gate. Olber is a city of many different cultures and this is reflected in its architecture. You see the graceful lines and seemingly too slender spires of elven design amid the sturdy stone buildings of dwarven make. The small cozy homes of gnomes dot the streets in stark contrast to the hulking domiciles of the dragonborn of the Maizelands. All the styles pale in comparison however to the few Eldermade buildings that stand among them. These buildings soar above the rest in patterns and designs that defy logic, their making lost to the centuries or millennia since their construction.
after making your way through mid afternoon bustle of the city, you arrive at the Watch headquarters. It is an unadorned, spartan building. Grey stone walls and narrow wooden windows give the impression that it could be fortified if needs be. You enter the front door and a dwarf brusquely calls to you from behind a desk.
Here now, state your business or be gone, I've no time for shenanigans today.
Ackam, sobered by now from walking through the city to the Watch HQ, walks up to the dwarf with a big smile on his. "Aye, aye my dwarven brethren. Me friends and I are here ta speak ta Desquin Rastave. Darna Kealara sent us over, me friend," Ackam says to the dwarf.
Rastave? He's gone out to the Arena some kind of problem over there, you can find him there or wait for him outside, he should be back in 6 or 7 hours. The dwarf chuckles to himself while giving you a dismissing gesture with his hand.
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Varris walks up to the dwarf behind the desk.
Thank you for the information kind sir. Now I know this might be a slight imposition, but we are actually on a bit of a time crunch - 6 hours could be quite literally the difference between life and death. While we would like to have a chat with Rastave....we were also looking to chat, of course an ever so brief one, with a man we believe you have in holding. A "Geddik Kalsh". Would you mind letting us ask him a few questions? (Persuasion). As my companion mentioned before, Ms. Kealara sent us here on a most important request and I would hate a dearth of information to cause harm to an innocent....
Darna Kealara? Kaldar’s blood! My ears must be failing me. I apologize. Here’s what you do: round up yer pack of miscreants and fek off down to the arena if you want to talk to Rastave. Or just fek off in general I don’t give two shites as long as your outta me antechamber. Oooor you can stand there like a gobsmacked shite for brains and I’ll throw you down in the cells where you’ll wait a damn sight longer than 6 hours. Thank you and good day.
Does his reaction to hear Darna's name seem angry or sarcastic? I can't tell whether he's angry at Darna or thinks we're BSing him and is angry at us, should I roll insight?
MiKkael lowers his voice and speaks to the party discreetly. While the Kealara name holds some weight with some people, there are those who find our actions... meddlesome is perhaps the most delicate way to put it. I dare say we’ll get no further with this dwarf. Its only a short walk to the arena if we wish to speak to Desguin.
Thorok would know that Kalder is a minor dwarven demigod who’s domain is “not giving a ****.”
Gotcha, I can piece it from there and Mikkael
"Can' say Oi'm surprised, if'n Oi'm bein honest. Oi've ne'er put much stock in nobles meeself, hopin yeh take no offense Mikkale [sic]. Oi've little mind fer folk's way o' talkin an socializin, but aye, Oi've teh wisdom ter know when there's no use continuing conversationalizing. And feck waitin 6 'ors, letsee be off ter teh arena."
"Aye, Earthhand, feck the nobles. Nuttin' but a bunch o' dandies who lift nuttin' heavier dan a quill. Believe me when I says it,"Ackam says. He then turns to the unhelpful dwarf and stares into his eyes and says "I won't be forgettin' yer face mister and dats not a good thing, mind ya."Ackam quickly turns away from the dwarf and starts to lead the troupe towards the arena. "Awl-right Bastion, let's make way for us to da arena."
Agency had to bite her tongue as she held back eviscerating the very soul of the dwarf, repeating mantra after mantra to center herself. Her spirits were lifted however at the thought of returning to the Arena, so she made one of the longest turns she had ever done with a final swish and flick of the air in front of the dwarf with her tail....keeping pace with Ackam.
Somewhat pissed off about your treatment by the desk dwarf at the watch station, you make the short walk to the Arena and your annoyance dissipates as you lay eyes on the coliseum. The Olber Arena is a wonder of design and construction, it's white stone walls rising well above the surrounding buildings. As you enter through ramp onto the field you are struck by the sheer immensity of the arena, the blood that has been spilled here over the years could float a ship, much like the ones they use here when they flood the arena to recreate naval battles. But for now, the only things you see on the field are a middle aged human with salt and pepper hair wearing a Watch uniform who you assume to be Desguine Rastave, a squat dwarf dressed in leathers, and behind them, several unhappy goblins in a cage.
Desguin sighs and runs a hand over his face I don't care that you can't find the papers, Palkin, if these gobbos aren't authorized you can't use them in the pits
Palkin stammers for a moment Now, now Desguin, listen now, it's around here somewhere, just give me a min-
Their conversation is brought to a halt by shrieks of delight from the Goblin cage as the door swings open. Two of the goblins jump on Palkin, one pulls the dwarf's short sword from it's scabbard as the other sinks it's teeth into his neck. The others charge over towards the weapons rack and a second cage you hadn't noticed, you cant quite make out whats in it but it looks big. Desguin curses and draws his sword as Palkin falls to the ground, blood foaming at his mouth with a gurgling scream.
BASTION remains motionless as the group begins to exit. Its eyes holding still on the dwarf. A low growl escapes from the constructed body like heavy metal grating against stone.
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Ackam eyes widen as the Goblins escape from their cages and make an early meal out of Palkin. He pulls out his double-sided scimitar and screams "Blood for Uthgar!"
Initiative: 8
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And so you make your way out of the Salt Spray and begin your quest in earnest. You wind through the bustling area around the docks and enter the city through the Port Gate. Olber is a city of many different cultures and this is reflected in its architecture. You see the graceful lines and seemingly too slender spires of elven design amid the sturdy stone buildings of dwarven make. The small cozy homes of gnomes dot the streets in stark contrast to the hulking domiciles of the dragonborn of the Maizelands. All the styles pale in comparison however to the few Eldermade buildings that stand among them. These buildings soar above the rest in patterns and designs that defy logic, their making lost to the centuries or millennia since their construction.
Ackam, sobered by now from walking through the city to the Watch HQ, walks up to the dwarf with a big smile on his. "Aye, aye my dwarven brethren. Me friends and I are here ta speak ta Desquin Rastave. Darna Kealara sent us over, me friend," Ackam says to the dwarf.
Varris walks up to the dwarf behind the desk.
Thank you for the information kind sir. Now I know this might be a slight imposition, but we are actually on a bit of a time crunch - 6 hours could be quite literally the difference between life and death. While we would like to have a chat with Rastave....we were also looking to chat, of course an ever so brief one, with a man we believe you have in holding. A "Geddik Kalsh". Would you mind letting us ask him a few questions? (Persuasion). As my companion mentioned before, Ms. Kealara sent us here on a most important request and I would hate a dearth of information to cause harm to an innocent....
Persuasion: 14
Darna Kealara? Kaldar’s blood! My ears must be failing me. I apologize. Here’s what you do: round up yer pack of miscreants and fek off down to the arena if you want to talk to Rastave. Or just fek off in general I don’t give two shites as long as your outta me antechamber. Oooor you can stand there like a gobsmacked shite for brains and I’ll throw you down in the cells where you’ll wait a damn sight longer than 6 hours. Thank you and good day.
Does his reaction to hear Darna's name seem angry or sarcastic? I can't tell whether he's angry at Darna or thinks we're BSing him and is angry at us, should I roll insight?
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Thorok would know that Kalder is a minor dwarven demigod who’s domain is “not giving a ****.”
MiKkael lowers his voice and speaks to the party discreetly. While the Kealara name holds some weight with some people, there are those who find our actions... meddlesome is perhaps the most delicate way to put it. I dare say we’ll get no further with this dwarf. Its only a short walk to the arena if we wish to speak to Desguin.
Gotcha, I can piece it from there and Mikkael
"Can' say Oi'm surprised, if'n Oi'm bein honest. Oi've ne'er put much stock in nobles meeself, hopin yeh take no offense Mikkale [sic]. Oi've little mind fer folk's way o' talkin an socializin, but aye, Oi've teh wisdom ter know when there's no use continuing conversationalizing. And feck waitin 6 'ors, letsee be off ter teh arena."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
"Aye, Earthhand, feck the nobles. Nuttin' but a bunch o' dandies who lift nuttin' heavier dan a quill. Believe me when I says it," Ackam says. He then turns to the unhelpful dwarf and stares into his eyes and says "I won't be forgettin' yer face mister and dats not a good thing, mind ya." Ackam quickly turns away from the dwarf and starts to lead the troupe towards the arena. "Awl-right Bastion, let's make way for us to da arena."
Agency had to bite her tongue as she held back eviscerating the very soul of the dwarf, repeating mantra after mantra to center herself. Her spirits were lifted however at the thought of returning to the Arena, so she made one of the longest turns she had ever done with a final swish and flick of the air in front of the dwarf with her tail....keeping pace with Ackam.
"I won't be forgettin' yer face mister and dats not a good thing, mind ya."
Look buddy, you just made my list
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
BASTION remains motionless as the group begins to exit. Its eyes holding still on the dwarf. A low growl escapes from the constructed body like heavy metal grating against stone.
It then slowly turns and follows the group out.
7
Well that took quite the turn....
Initiative: 14
ooc: do I post my combat action now or wait until initiative is rolled for all?
Initiative: 20
"Feckin gobshites!"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Ackam eyes widen as the Goblins escape from their cages and make an early meal out of Palkin. He pulls out his double-sided scimitar and screams "Blood for Uthgar!"
Initiative: 8