You are all lodgers at Widow Fletchers boarding house on Peekle Street in the ramshackle Docks portion of the city of Rashack Moor.
Some of you have been here for a week or two but most of you have arrived in the last couple of days. This particular morning you are all awoken by a commotion outside. Upon investigation you are greeted to a bizarre sight. Rolling to the crossroads just a couple of doors up from your accommodations is a large wagon being pulled by two mammoth Clydesdales' who are obviously not happy about the situation. On the back of the wagon is a large wooden cage containing what you think is some kind of beast. Tentacles lash out from the bars at the gathered crowds who have, like yourselves, come to see show. Hoots and hollers come from the astonished locals as the tentacles whip about trying to get purchase, flinging some kind of brown substance on some of the onlookers. Preventing this from happening, hovering about five feet above the beast is a woman in the robes of The Rashack Bombers, the nickname given to the Battle Mages of Rashack Royal Military. Using her staff she beats the appendages back when they start to curl around the bars. Around the wagon are perhaps a dozen or so of the City Watch, pushing back the crowd and making a clearing in the middle of the crossroads. Two burly men using complicated looking poles unhook the porthole cover in the middle of the intersection and drag the heavy iron disc to the side. It is at this time that the throng is pushed back further as the Battle Mage, using some magical means, opens the cage from the top. Like she is doing to herself, she levitates the undulating monster out of the cage. You can now see clearly the massive bulk and the three tentacles that protrude from seemingly random parts of its leathery body. It lets out a screech and everyone inhales in surprise as a gaping maw of teeth appears in the middle of it's body. It looks as though the battle mage plans to put the creature in the sewer but nearly all can see that the hole is too small and some braver souls start shouting out this fact to the gaggle of City Watch, not daring to address the Battle Mage herself.
Deet, from your vantage point on the top floor, you can see that the same thing is happening on at least two other streets in the Docks District.
You are all now out the front of the Widow Fletchers boarding house. Cragmyre and Widow Fletcher are on the stoop at ground level, Arden and Sihegiall are on the little first floor balcony and Deet is leaning out his window from the attic room. Tahta is emerging from the coal shoot that leads from the basement.
Feel free to talk to each other. Although the gathering crowd is making quite the commotion you can all still hear each other from your various positions.
Arden, could you kindly roll a history check for me.
For Cragmyre:
Even though you are on the ground floor, the stoop you are on is raised five steps above the street and your height means you have a good view of the goings on. Mrs Fletcher has asked you to relay some information that she cannot see.
Whatswrongwitza sewars, then? Seems a monster is just a bigger whatzit ain't it? Spare a copper? Gotta mind what folk might hafta live down there, dont they...dont they, then?! Bit of bread, sir? Spare a copper? BOOOOOOO! BOOOOOO to monsters! That's a lovely pin there, ma'am. Spare a copper?
Tahta's moving through the crowd...riling and begging change... she'll squeal happily for anyone that either boos with her or gives her a copper.
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Tahta makes her way through the crowd along with some other urchins that have smelled the crowds forming. Most everyone ignores her with a few people throwing a copper more out of habit than any type of sympathy.
Tahta makes 10 copper till she feels the crowd dry.
Klee - for tis she, a mere penniless scribe and certainly not the kind to poke her nose into business of this import, simply reaches for her notebook and makes a little sketch of the scene. Never know when the Watch might be round, askin’ questions ‘n’ that.
“Never seen nuthin’ like that, 'ave I!” she mutters as much to herself as Arden. “What you ‘spose it is? Reckon that's 'ow they clean them drains?"
Woah, city folk are so weird!, Deet says in awe at the unfolding stupidity that will no doubt lead to substantial loss of life. Unaware of the politics and dangers of city life, he calls out to the battle mage: Heya, watcha huntin'? He waves to get her attention, in case she can't hear him above the noise.
Being always a little bit worried about duergar and such, does Tahta know anything about what lives in the sewars or if they connect to anything deeper and underdarker?
At this time, the crowd parts for a dishevelled man in a brown robe. He is flanked by two of The Royal Guard and wears a tabard bearing the Rashack Moor crest over his robes. The tabard looks to have been put on haphazardly and clashes with his overall appearance. He approaches the creature, arms out to his side. Then, with more volume than seems necessary, the man screeches at the creature and waves his arms as though trying to swat a million flies. The creature stops it's wailing immediately and turns to look at the man. This is strange as there are no eyes to speak of. The man screeches, which turns into a guttural rumble, once again gesticulating wildly. The creature looks taken aback. It obviously understands. Without looking the man makes a flicking sign at the Battle Mage. She quite obviously rolls her eyes and then whatever magic she had holding the creature in place is gone. The crowd of onlookers take a step back in unison. Once again the Wild Man communicates with the monster and this time it says something back. And with that, the creature dives into the undersized hole in the street and with a loud THOOMP! disappears.
Three beats pass before the crowd cheers. The dishevelled man takes a bow and with escort in tow heads elsewhere. The Battle Mage flies off in a northerly direction and as the two burly men replace the sewer cover, the empty wagon is guided back the way it came. The crowd starts to disperse knowing the end of a show when they see it.
Arden Adell takes stock of the fantastical scene in the street he turns to Mrs. Fletcher. Well, whut do you supoose dat was all about, den? he then thinks to himself This is precisely the kind of thing to not get involved with, Arden old boy, Mages and monsters and intrigue are a good way to get your throat cut, and you need your throat, it's what pays the bills. He'll then search his memory for any info that could provide some context to this bizarre situation history3 ((let the good times roll))
Arden, you vaguely remember seeing post bills about town mentioning something about this but due to it's nature had dismissed them as some sort of advertisement for a book.
Tahta, you remember some of the Street Rats talking about how they are going to put monsters in the sewers to eat the poo. Something to do with the sickness that ravaged the eastern district a couple of months ago. You mostly remember the kids laughing about a monster that ate poo.
Well, that was certainly entertaining. Since we are all up, how about I put on some rashers and warm up the pot of mead. Be a good chance to get to know all the new faces around here. says Mrs Fletcher smiling at you all. She wraps her shawl around her against the drizzle and heads inside.
Deet watches the strange performance break up, and wonders if he's supposed to throw coins at the wild man. He decides that might be dangerous from a height, and also he doesn't see anyone else doing so. Well, another day in the big city,he says to no-one in particular, and he heads down in hopes of finding something good to eat. Can I smell... bacon?
Klee almost drops her pen. "Is, so i'is! Knew it!"She elbows Arden a little too enthusiastically, then swallows her vigour and nods an apology. All show of contrition is dispersed by the scent of food though, and she tears inside.
Cragmyre stands upon the stoop, watching with a delightedly curious eye as the scene unfolds. Resisting the urge to jump forward into the fray, he leans down."Another approaches. Is it customary for the mage-warriors to outnumber the foe so?" He peers closer, straightening up. "Ah so not a foe at all." That man can sing..."Entertaining, yes. You have seen these creatures?" He follows Mrs. Fletcher inside.
Stooping his head so as not to smack the door, Cragmyre walks back into the boarding house common room and looks around, seeing Deet. "Hello again. I have seen you before yes? Did you see the show?" His features look a mix of human, elf, and orc, though his skin is a deep slate grey, oddly lustrous and cracked with scars. His face is warm, broken into a friendly smile.
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The madness of her display suddenly gone like the closing of a play and replaced with an apprehensive modesty. Seeing the others, she attempts to smooth her ratted twisted locks and straighten up somewhat unsuccessfully.
Thank you Ma'am...I well..I'd...thank you and please...I was messing about with the crowd, just like but here.
Tahta steps to the door...a bit nervously and then holds out her hand full of coppers to Mrs. Fletcher.
As Tahta stops Mrs Fletcher to offer the coppers, Mrs Fletcher looks about with a hint of panic.
'Mornin Mrs Gipsumshe calls out to a neighbor who walks past the house on her way back from the spectacle. She waits until Mrs Gipsum is out of earshot.
Pop those back in your pocket Luv. She nods to the coal shoot.
If you want some food ill bring some down butshe looks about again you can't come in the house. And with a parting little smile of regret Mrs Fletcher goes inside.
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Arden rubs his ribs absentmindedly where Klee elbowed him as he watches her hustle in, a quizzical look on his face as he ponders something. Then the smell of the food reaches his nose as well. As it is pulling him inside he hears the exchange between Mrs Fletcher and Tahta, he frowns and continues inside. He gets the innkeep’s attention and says. Beggin yer pardon, missus Fletcher, but why’ve you told the girl to stay outside? Shirly she can join us fer a bite tah eat? It’s mean a lot tah me and Oid be willin tah play a bit longer if it meant she could come in. No need to worry bout that nosey bunt next door. persuasion22
((Haha getting the extremes out right off the bat!))
Mrs Fletcher stops as she is stoking the stove at hearing Ardens comment. She looks for a time as though she may cry. She then seems to come to a decision.
You're quite right My Dear. Would you mind fetching the young lass. I'm too old for this malarkey.
She sets about cooking a large pile of rashers for the group and fills a large jug from the pot of steaming mead over the hearth.
So, Mrs Fletcher makes herself comfortable at the end of the long table that dominates the long main room of the house Tell us your tales, what brings you all to the greatest city in the realm?
((Just to clarify Mark, this is not an Inn but a Boarding House. The Inn you work at two nights a week (tonight and tomorrow) is The Crow and Bucket four houses down. Mrs Fletcher has taken your "Willing to play a bit longer" as a colloquialism for "Doing some work about the house".))
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You are all lodgers at Widow Fletchers boarding house on Peekle Street in the ramshackle Docks portion of the city of Rashack Moor.
Some of you have been here for a week or two but most of you have arrived in the last couple of days. This particular morning you are all awoken by a commotion outside. Upon investigation you are greeted to a bizarre sight. Rolling to the crossroads just a couple of doors up from your accommodations is a large wagon being pulled by two mammoth Clydesdales' who are obviously not happy about the situation. On the back of the wagon is a large wooden cage containing what you think is some kind of beast. Tentacles lash out from the bars at the gathered crowds who have, like yourselves, come to see show. Hoots and hollers come from the astonished locals as the tentacles whip about trying to get purchase, flinging some kind of brown substance on some of the onlookers. Preventing this from happening, hovering about five feet above the beast is a woman in the robes of The Rashack Bombers, the nickname given to the Battle Mages of Rashack Royal Military. Using her staff she beats the appendages back when they start to curl around the bars. Around the wagon are perhaps a dozen or so of the City Watch, pushing back the crowd and making a clearing in the middle of the crossroads. Two burly men using complicated looking poles unhook the porthole cover in the middle of the intersection and drag the heavy iron disc to the side. It is at this time that the throng is pushed back further as the Battle Mage, using some magical means, opens the cage from the top. Like she is doing to herself, she levitates the undulating monster out of the cage. You can now see clearly the massive bulk and the three tentacles that protrude from seemingly random parts of its leathery body. It lets out a screech and everyone inhales in surprise as a gaping maw of teeth appears in the middle of it's body. It looks as though the battle mage plans to put the creature in the sewer but nearly all can see that the hole is too small and some braver souls start shouting out this fact to the gaggle of City Watch, not daring to address the Battle Mage herself.
Deet, from your vantage point on the top floor, you can see that the same thing is happening on at least two other streets in the Docks District.
You are all now out the front of the Widow Fletchers boarding house. Cragmyre and Widow Fletcher are on the stoop at ground level, Arden and Sihegiall are on the little first floor balcony and Deet is leaning out his window from the attic room. Tahta is emerging from the coal shoot that leads from the basement.
Well I never. exclaims Mrs Fletcher.
Feel free to talk to each other. Although the gathering crowd is making quite the commotion you can all still hear each other from your various positions.
Arden, could you kindly roll a history check for me.
For Cragmyre:
Even though you are on the ground floor, the stoop you are on is raised five steps above the street and your height means you have a good view of the goings on. Mrs Fletcher has asked you to relay some information that she cannot see.
Whatswrongwitza sewars, then? Seems a monster is just a bigger whatzit ain't it? Spare a copper? Gotta mind what folk might hafta live down there, dont they...dont they, then?! Bit of bread, sir? Spare a copper? BOOOOOOO! BOOOOOO to monsters! That's a lovely pin there, ma'am. Spare a copper?
Tahta's moving through the crowd...riling and begging change... she'll squeal happily for anyone that either boos with her or gives her a copper.
Tahta makes her way through the crowd along with some other urchins that have smelled the crowds forming. Most everyone ignores her with a few people throwing a copper more out of habit than any type of sympathy.
Tahta makes 10 copper till she feels the crowd dry.
Klee - for tis she, a mere penniless scribe and certainly not the kind to poke her nose into business of this import, simply reaches for her notebook and makes a little sketch of the scene. Never know when the Watch might be round, askin’ questions ‘n’ that.
“Never seen nuthin’ like that, 'ave I!” she mutters as much to herself as Arden. “What you ‘spose it is? Reckon that's 'ow they clean them drains?"
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Woah, city folk are so weird!, Deet says in awe at the unfolding stupidity that will no doubt lead to substantial loss of life. Unaware of the politics and dangers of city life, he calls out to the battle mage: Heya, watcha huntin'? He waves to get her attention, in case she can't hear him above the noise.
Being always a little bit worried about duergar and such, does Tahta know anything about what lives in the sewars or if they connect to anything deeper and underdarker?
Deet, the Battle Mage ignores you so fully that it kinda hurts.
Tahta, please roll a History check.
At this time, the crowd parts for a dishevelled man in a brown robe. He is flanked by two of The Royal Guard and wears a tabard bearing the Rashack Moor crest over his robes. The tabard looks to have been put on haphazardly and clashes with his overall appearance. He approaches the creature, arms out to his side. Then, with more volume than seems necessary, the man screeches at the creature and waves his arms as though trying to swat a million flies. The creature stops it's wailing immediately and turns to look at the man. This is strange as there are no eyes to speak of. The man screeches, which turns into a guttural rumble, once again gesticulating wildly. The creature looks taken aback. It obviously understands. Without looking the man makes a flicking sign at the Battle Mage. She quite obviously rolls her eyes and then whatever magic she had holding the creature in place is gone. The crowd of onlookers take a step back in unison. Once again the Wild Man communicates with the monster and this time it says something back. And with that, the creature dives into the undersized hole in the street and with a loud THOOMP! disappears.
Three beats pass before the crowd cheers. The dishevelled man takes a bow and with escort in tow heads elsewhere. The Battle Mage flies off in a northerly direction and as the two burly men replace the sewer cover, the empty wagon is guided back the way it came. The crowd starts to disperse knowing the end of a show when they see it.
Arden Adell takes stock of the fantastical scene in the street he turns to Mrs. Fletcher. Well, whut do you supoose dat was all about, den? he then thinks to himself This is precisely the kind of thing to not get involved with, Arden old boy, Mages and monsters and intrigue are a good way to get your throat cut, and you need your throat, it's what pays the bills. He'll then search his memory for any info that could provide some context to this bizarre situation history 3 ((let the good times roll))
Arden, you vaguely remember seeing post bills about town mentioning something about this but due to it's nature had dismissed them as some sort of advertisement for a book.
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Well that hardly seemed right...but the crowd seems ok with it. She'll see if anyone else seems disturbed by this event more than others.
Tahta, you remember some of the Street Rats talking about how they are going to put monsters in the sewers to eat the poo. Something to do with the sickness that ravaged the eastern district a couple of months ago. You mostly remember the kids laughing about a monster that ate poo.
Well, that was certainly entertaining. Since we are all up, how about I put on some rashers and warm up the pot of mead. Be a good chance to get to know all the new faces around here. says Mrs Fletcher smiling at you all. She wraps her shawl around her against the drizzle and heads inside.
Deet watches the strange performance break up, and wonders if he's supposed to throw coins at the wild man. He decides that might be dangerous from a height, and also he doesn't see anyone else doing so. Well, another day in the big city, he says to no-one in particular, and he heads down in hopes of finding something good to eat. Can I smell... bacon?
Klee almost drops her pen. "Is, so i'is! Knew it!" She elbows Arden a little too enthusiastically, then swallows her vigour and nods an apology. All show of contrition is dispersed by the scent of food though, and she tears inside.
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Cragmyre stands upon the stoop, watching with a delightedly curious eye as the scene unfolds. Resisting the urge to jump forward into the fray, he leans down. "Another approaches. Is it customary for the mage-warriors to outnumber the foe so?" He peers closer, straightening up. "Ah so not a foe at all." That man can sing... "Entertaining, yes. You have seen these creatures?" He follows Mrs. Fletcher inside.
Stooping his head so as not to smack the door, Cragmyre walks back into the boarding house common room and looks around, seeing Deet. "Hello again. I have seen you before yes? Did you see the show?" His features look a mix of human, elf, and orc, though his skin is a deep slate grey, oddly lustrous and cracked with scars. His face is warm, broken into a friendly smile.
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Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
The madness of her display suddenly gone like the closing of a play and replaced with an apprehensive modesty. Seeing the others, she attempts to smooth her ratted twisted locks and straighten up somewhat unsuccessfully.
Thank you Ma'am...I well..I'd...thank you and please...I was messing about with the crowd, just like but here.
Tahta steps to the door...a bit nervously and then holds out her hand full of coppers to Mrs. Fletcher.
As Tahta stops Mrs Fletcher to offer the coppers, Mrs Fletcher looks about with a hint of panic.
'Mornin Mrs Gipsum she calls out to a neighbor who walks past the house on her way back from the spectacle. She waits until Mrs Gipsum is out of earshot.
Pop those back in your pocket Luv. She nods to the coal shoot.
If you want some food ill bring some down but she looks about again you can't come in the house. And with a parting little smile of regret Mrs Fletcher goes inside.
And as far as you're aware Tahta, there is nothing under Rachack Moor other than thousands of miles of tunnels running with deficient.
Arden rubs his ribs absentmindedly where Klee elbowed him as he watches her hustle in, a quizzical look on his face as he ponders something. Then the smell of the food reaches his nose as well. As it is pulling him inside he hears the exchange between Mrs Fletcher and Tahta, he frowns and continues inside. He gets the innkeep’s attention and says. Beggin yer pardon, missus Fletcher, but why’ve you told the girl to stay outside? Shirly she can join us fer a bite tah eat? It’s mean a lot tah me and Oid be willin tah play a bit longer if it meant she could come in. No need to worry bout that nosey bunt next door.
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((Haha getting the extremes out right off the bat!))
Mrs Fletcher stops as she is stoking the stove at hearing Ardens comment. She looks for a time as though she may cry. She then seems to come to a decision.
You're quite right My Dear. Would you mind fetching the young lass. I'm too old for this malarkey.
She sets about cooking a large pile of rashers for the group and fills a large jug from the pot of steaming mead over the hearth.
So, Mrs Fletcher makes herself comfortable at the end of the long table that dominates the long main room of the house Tell us your tales, what brings you all to the greatest city in the realm?
((Just to clarify Mark, this is not an Inn but a Boarding House. The Inn you work at two nights a week (tonight and tomorrow) is The Crow and Bucket four houses down. Mrs Fletcher has taken your "Willing to play a bit longer" as a colloquialism for "Doing some work about the house".))