The Tiefling glances from the customer she is talking to and gives Gralmor a skeptical look. "Sorry, I am with a customer just now, please be to talk to me later." She then turns back to the customer. "You say that you can be ready to leave by midnight then..." The customer, a fairly well-to-do individual, glances over at Gralmor with a worried expression on his face, but gives the Tiefling a nod to her question. Glancing back to Gralmor the Tiefling says, "You are disturbing my customer, please be to go and wait where you were asked."
Moraug is the last to arrive at the sitting room, and he comes in with a half-elven woman with long silvery hair and wearing a fairly high-quality dress. She has a bag she carries and has a map case under one arm. Moraug has a folder he has in one hand, tapping it absent-mindedly against his thigh as he comes in to the sitting area.
"Ok, I see everyone is present and accounted for." Moraug says glancing around. He is laid back and sits on one of the barrels as if it is the most comfortable chair. He nods to the woman with him. "This is Lia, she will be performing as Cartographer for our franchise." "Hey everyone." Lia says, her voice sounding cultured and a bit like a nobles. "Lodas, Inside here is the details on our current contract with the city." Moraug explains as he hands Lodas the folder. "Seems that things have escalated a bit since we were contacted, so we had to get an updated contract, but Home Office pulled that together for us already." He glances over to Lia. "Want to get them up to speed?" "Sure." Lia says with a shrug. She clears her throat then tells you the following...
"Welcome to Baldur’s Gate, a veritable nest of rats and vipers clinging to the rocky slopes overlooking the Chionthar River. From their high perches in the Upper City, the local nobles — known as patriars — gaze down with veiled contempt upon the common rabble in the grimy Lower City, which hugs the foggy harbor. The whole of Baldur’s Gate reeks of blood, crime, and opportunity. One can easily fathom why pirates and traders are drawn to this place like flies to a carcass.
Following the river farther east would eventually lead you to Elturel, capital of the holy land of Elturgard — or at least that was the case until a few days ago. The flood of refugees from Elturel has gotten worse since news first arrived that the city has fallen. Everyone is saying Baldur’s Gate is next, but no one truly knows who or what has claimed Elturel.
The patriars pay a mercenary army called the Flaming Fist to protect their interests in Baldur’s Gate, and by extension, the city itself. The Flaming Fist has gained even more power since their charismatic leader, Ulder Ravengard, claimed the title of Grand Duke a few years ago. Apparently, Ravengard is missing. In his absence, the Flaming Fist has sealed the city’s gates to staunch the flow of refugees. No one is allowed in or out."
Lia glances at Moraug with a raised eyebrow. He just shakes his head and chuckles. "Very nice." he informs her. "You looking to get a promotion or something?" "No way." She says with a chuckle. "I have no interest in working at Home Office whatsoever."
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Lodas, you can talk about the contract now if you wish to...
Bulvii raises an eyebrow, "What army could take Elturel without anyone, let alone these refugees, knowing. What do we need to resolve while we are here? The nobles will be more concerned with protecting themselves as opposed to the city as a whole."
Damrius whistles. It’d take a serious army or some scary magic to make a city disappear with no one knowing how. No wonder the Toffs are worried. What exactly do we need to do for the contract to be upheld? More importantly who can we convince to do the heavy lifting for us?
Lodas looks up from the contract he’s been handed:
”We have been hired by one Captain Zodge to assist the Flaming Fist in finding a ‘lair’ of followers of The Dead Three. We are to retrieve badges of the Flaming Fist, as part of the effort to work in concert with them, but are advised not to concern ourselves with collateral damage. For this service, we will be awarded 200 gold pieces, each.”
”Moraug, were badges included, or are we to meet somewhere to get them?”
"Badges were included." Moraug says, pulling six Flaming Fist badges from his pocket and placing them on the makeshift table. "There is also a bit more detail you should be aware of... Lia, can you fill them in?"
"Sure." Lia says with a nod. “A few blocks from the Basilisk Gate is Elfsong Tavern. A spy named Tarina hangs out there, gathering rumors for the Guild. She owes us a favor, so tell her you work for me. Ask her what she knows about the Dead Three. And, for the love of Head Office be nice. Tarina has dangerous friends.”
After Lia had her report of Baldur's Gate having a lockdown, Gralmor is intrigued by their conversation of leaving during the midnight.
"We'll be stayin' here fer a while lass, so we'll be seein' each other a lot. Better hav' me presence get used to." Gralmor says as he replies to her using the devil's tongue.
The gray dwarf presses a question at the fairly well-to-do individual as he readies himself to grapple the customer if he ever attempts to move away.
"Care to enlighten me how ye be leaving town at midnight with the Flaming Fist be stopping traffic eh?"
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"Well this is all a bit of a turn up. We've teleported into a city we now can't get out of and been signed up as part of a mercenary army of some kind. None of which is good but on the other hand it looks I will be getting that drink after all!"DuCrae reaches out for his badge, tracing the detail with one long tanned finger as it sits in the palm of his hand. "So off to the Elfsong Tavern then gentlemen?"
“Gralmor, right?” Lodas reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. “Perhaps it’s best if we don’t interrogate the people putting us up? It would reflect badly on all of us, and the company. I’m sure we could very quickly end up on the street. Let the shopkeeper do their business without interference. We -are- still strangers.”
The gray dwarf leans to the counter and gets closer to the female tiefling, trying to make her crack under pressure.
"This lassy here has to weigh her options. We might be more lenient on how she do her business but those Flaming Fist..."
Gralmor shrugs his shoulder and chuckles.
"I don't know what they'll do to her if they found out she has knowledge of people willy nilly going out of Baldur's Gate when they're imposing a lockdown."
The gray dwarf starts stroking his ashen white beard menacingly as he gives her an ultimatum.
"So what's yer choice lassy? Tell us what you know right here, right now or do we have to bring ye to them?"
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"Gentlemen, please, we've just arrived! My dear, let me apologise for the intrusion. You can call me DuCrae, as hoardsperson for this merry little band I will, of course, be needing to sit down with you in the near future, shall we pencil in a working brunch for tomorrow? Obviously, we'll have to go through the books, see how things are doing here, but that can all wait. I am intrigued by the ide that you might be aware of a method to get out of the city if needs be, it could come in handy. If you don't wish to share it now, then perhaps we could speak privately about it later as well." DuCrae, attempting to be charm itself gestures for the other two to go back into the other room, winking at the tiefling as he does."It's been a day of surprises so far, my friends are a little strung out, for which I apologise, by the way, I don't believe I caught your name."
As Secretarian I’ll have to sit in on that meeting I’m afraid DuCrae you manage accounts and I manage staff welfare. Let’s worry about that tomorrow though. Tonight we need to head to the Elfsong Tavern. Damrius picks up his flaming fist badge and pockets it. Shall we head off? I’ll just grab my pack from my room
"The more the merrier, my friend, always useful to have someone around to take notes, very good of you to help out."DuCrae replies with a very sincere smile to Damrius
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Oh yes note taking is very important. Almost as important as making sure you’re not misbehaving in a management position Damrius smiles sweetly and walks off to get his bag
After Lia had her report of Baldur's Gate having a lockdown, Gralmor is intrigued by their conversation of leaving during the midnight.
"We'll be stayin' here fer a while lass, so we'll be seein' each other a lot. Better hav' me presence get used to." Gralmor says as he replies to her using the devil's tongue.
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The Tiefling, having escorted her customer out some time before, glances over at the dwarf with a smirk on her lips. "You best be asking that of your Company's Rep, not me." She says in Infernal. "I just run the place, they give me the marching orders..."
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The Tiefling glances from the customer she is talking to and gives Gralmor a skeptical look. "Sorry, I am with a customer just now, please be to talk to me later." She then turns back to the customer. "You say that you can be ready to leave by midnight then..." The customer, a fairly well-to-do individual, glances over at Gralmor with a worried expression on his face, but gives the Tiefling a nod to her question. Glancing back to Gralmor the Tiefling says, "You are disturbing my customer, please be to go and wait where you were asked."
Moraug is the last to arrive at the sitting room, and he comes in with a half-elven woman with long silvery hair and wearing a fairly high-quality dress. She has a bag she carries and has a map case under one arm. Moraug has a folder he has in one hand, tapping it absent-mindedly against his thigh as he comes in to the sitting area.
"Ok, I see everyone is present and accounted for." Moraug says glancing around. He is laid back and sits on one of the barrels as if it is the most comfortable chair. He nods to the woman with him. "This is Lia, she will be performing as Cartographer for our franchise."
"Hey everyone." Lia says, her voice sounding cultured and a bit like a nobles.
"Lodas, Inside here is the details on our current contract with the city." Moraug explains as he hands Lodas the folder. "Seems that things have escalated a bit since we were contacted, so we had to get an updated contract, but Home Office pulled that together for us already." He glances over to Lia. "Want to get them up to speed?"
"Sure." Lia says with a shrug. She clears her throat then tells you the following...
"Welcome to Baldur’s Gate, a veritable nest of rats and vipers clinging to the rocky slopes overlooking the Chionthar River. From their high perches in the Upper City, the local nobles — known as patriars — gaze down with veiled contempt upon the common rabble in the grimy Lower City, which hugs the foggy harbor. The whole of Baldur’s Gate reeks of blood, crime, and opportunity. One can easily fathom why pirates and traders are drawn to this place like flies to a carcass.
Following the river farther east would eventually lead you to Elturel, capital of the holy land of Elturgard — or at least that was the case until a few days ago. The flood of refugees from Elturel has gotten worse since news first arrived that the city has fallen. Everyone is saying Baldur’s Gate is next, but no one truly knows who or what has claimed Elturel.
The patriars pay a mercenary army called the Flaming Fist to protect their interests in Baldur’s Gate, and by extension, the city itself. The Flaming Fist has gained even more power since their charismatic leader, Ulder Ravengard, claimed the title of Grand Duke a few years ago. Apparently, Ravengard is missing. In his absence, the Flaming Fist has sealed the city’s gates to staunch the flow of refugees. No one is allowed in or out."
Lia glances at Moraug with a raised eyebrow. He just shakes his head and chuckles.
"Very nice." he informs her. "You looking to get a promotion or something?"
"No way." She says with a chuckle. "I have no interest in working at Home Office whatsoever."
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Lodas, you can talk about the contract now if you wish to...
Bulvii raises an eyebrow, "What army could take Elturel without anyone, let alone these refugees, knowing. What do we need to resolve while we are here? The nobles will be more concerned with protecting themselves as opposed to the city as a whole."
Damrius whistles. It’d take a serious army or some scary magic to make a city disappear with no one knowing how. No wonder the Toffs are worried. What exactly do we need to do for the contract to be upheld? More importantly who can we convince to do the heavy lifting for us?
Dalin looks back and forth between speakers, a slightly glazed look in his eyes. His thoughts seem to be elsewhere.
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Lodas looks up from the contract he’s been handed:
”We have been hired by one Captain Zodge to assist the Flaming Fist in finding a ‘lair’ of followers of The Dead Three. We are to retrieve badges of the Flaming Fist, as part of the effort to work in concert with them, but are advised not to concern ourselves with collateral damage. For this service, we will be awarded 200 gold pieces, each.”
”Moraug, were badges included, or are we to meet somewhere to get them?”
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"Badges were included." Moraug says, pulling six Flaming Fist badges from his pocket and placing them on the makeshift table. "There is also a bit more detail you should be aware of... Lia, can you fill them in?"
"Sure." Lia says with a nod. “A few blocks from the Basilisk Gate is Elfsong Tavern. A spy named Tarina hangs out there, gathering rumors for the Guild. She owes us a favor, so tell her you work for me. Ask her what she knows about the Dead Three. And, for the love of Head Office be nice. Tarina has dangerous friends.”
Lodas is starting to get the idea about what sort of city this is. Can I tell if the Tiefling out front is running a less than legitimate business?
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After Lia had her report of Baldur's Gate having a lockdown, Gralmor is intrigued by their conversation of leaving during the midnight.
"We'll be stayin' here fer a while lass, so we'll be seein' each other a lot. Better hav' me presence get used to." Gralmor says as he replies to her using the devil's tongue.
The gray dwarf presses a question at the fairly well-to-do individual as he readies himself to grapple the customer if he ever attempts to move away.
"Care to enlighten me how ye be leaving town at midnight with the Flaming Fist be stopping traffic eh?"
"Well this is all a bit of a turn up. We've teleported into a city we now can't get out of and been signed up as part of a mercenary army of some kind. None of which is good but on the other hand it looks I will be getting that drink after all!" DuCrae reaches out for his badge, tracing the detail with one long tanned finger as it sits in the palm of his hand. "So off to the Elfsong Tavern then gentlemen?"
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Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
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Lodas Definitly thinks the Tiefling is running an up-standing business, definitly.
(OOC: Gralmor wouldn't find the customer there by the time Leia tells the group that. The customer and Tiefling encounter was prior to the meeting.)
“Gralmor, right?” Lodas reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. “Perhaps it’s best if we don’t interrogate the people putting us up? It would reflect badly on all of us, and the company. I’m sure we could very quickly end up on the street. Let the shopkeeper do their business without interference. We -are- still strangers.”
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Gralmor raises his eye and makes grin
"You may be right Lodas but..."
The gray dwarf leans to the counter and gets closer to the female tiefling, trying to make her crack under pressure.
"This lassy here has to weigh her options. We might be more lenient on how she do her business but those Flaming Fist..."
Gralmor shrugs his shoulder and chuckles.
"I don't know what they'll do to her if they found out she has knowledge of people willy nilly going out of Baldur's Gate when they're imposing a lockdown."
The gray dwarf starts stroking his ashen white beard menacingly as he gives her an ultimatum.
"So what's yer choice lassy? Tell us what you know right here, right now or do we have to bring ye to them?"
“This started as a suggestion. I’m now telling you to leave women you just met alone.” Lodas steps between Gralmor and the shopkeeper.
”Focus on the task at hand. Put your ‘people skills’ to use killing these followers of the Dead Three.”
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"Gentlemen, please, we've just arrived! My dear, let me apologise for the intrusion. You can call me DuCrae, as hoardsperson for this merry little band I will, of course, be needing to sit down with you in the near future, shall we pencil in a working brunch for tomorrow? Obviously, we'll have to go through the books, see how things are doing here, but that can all wait. I am intrigued by the ide that you might be aware of a method to get out of the city if needs be, it could come in handy. If you don't wish to share it now, then perhaps we could speak privately about it later as well." DuCrae, attempting to be charm itself gestures for the other two to go back into the other room, winking at the tiefling as he does."It's been a day of surprises so far, my friends are a little strung out, for which I apologise, by the way, I don't believe I caught your name."
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Edit: great start :)
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
As Secretarian I’ll have to sit in on that meeting I’m afraid DuCrae you manage accounts and I manage staff welfare. Let’s worry about that tomorrow though. Tonight we need to head to the Elfsong Tavern. Damrius picks up his flaming fist badge and pockets it. Shall we head off? I’ll just grab my pack from my room
"The more the merrier, my friend, always useful to have someone around to take notes, very good of you to help out." DuCrae replies with a very sincere smile to Damrius
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Oh yes note taking is very important. Almost as important as making sure you’re not misbehaving in a management position Damrius smiles sweetly and walks off to get his bag
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The Tiefling, having escorted her customer out some time before, glances over at the dwarf with a smirk on her lips. "You best be asking that of your Company's Rep, not me." She says in Infernal. "I just run the place, they give me the marching orders..."