Anearis rolled his eyes at the goliath’s determination to make the young clerk feel miserable. Yet, he couldn’t help but crack a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Then we are settled then. We should make our way towards the castle." He turned and bowed to Adrian in a show of respect. "Thank you for your invaluable help. I pray we all return from this expedition safely."
Bowing in kind, Adrian escorts the party from the ‘study’ and back through the initial shop room. Unlocking the main door, he politely holds it open for the five of you, as you exit.
“Safe travels. I trust we will meet again.”
The sun is bright and the streets still crowded, when the party exits from the Unfamiliar Familiars. It is approximately the 16th hour.
Kel nodded his thanks to Adrian as he was escorted through the shop and back out the front door. He stretched once he was outside and shifted the weight of his weapons. Assuming there was water to be had via streams and wells then he himself was prepared meal wise for three days out and three back. Travel would be the top priority as Kel didn't own a horse and a three days ride turned into an even longer walk.
"Well. Transport, then supplies. Any thoughts?" Kel asked while looking at the others.
"I'm thinking I can't afford much in the way of supplies, so as soon as we get the cart and horses, we should get going,"Atal says. He's also privately thinking that now is not the time to start a drama with the local Thieves' Guild before visiting the WotC shop.
Leaving the Unfamiliar Familiars, the party had gained a great deal of knowledge; however with still missing key pieces of context, the usefulness of the information gained, could be debatable at this time.
Easily making your way through the still crowded streets, the trek back to the Maiden’s Bossom, from the shop, was much quicker, than the original trip to find It.
Arriving, the party finds Vincent, standing outside the establishment, leaning on the entrance’s stairs. His eyes are closed.
"Very well. Play on." he replied to none of the party members in particular. Had time been on their side, Kel likely would have spent a day or two researching the area and potential threats and the best way to dispatch those threats. He glanced over his shoulder and made a note to return should this fools end not be a finale. He remained silent on the short trip back to the city center. Upon arriving at the Maiden's, Kel cleared his throat, his impassive face, having been stonelike in thought, showed signs of life again.
"Gryyzulqw tafwul. Tmulqw idruqmz?" he directed toward the tiefling doorman.
From Infernal: "Greetings cousin. Things alright?"
Without opening his eyes, Vincent took a deep drawn-out breath, and replied, in Infernal. “Jfwz kiwculq ul zmy wfl’w sirp qdas.”
As if aware of the party’s full presence, he continued further in Common. “You all managing your stay out of trouble, at least since the sun’s been up?”
Having to go into the alley beside the Maidens Bossom, Uthal found what he was looking for. Around the corner of the establishment, Uthal found a covered, but open section of the Maiden’s Bossom, surrounded by a wooden fence. Although tall enough to keep out most and keep in, its inhabitants, the fence was still low enough for the goliath to peek over.
Among several carts and carriages, fit together like a puzzle ((in a Tetris like fashion)), he saw their own. He also can see a stable, though the walls prohibited him from identifying their own horses. In between the stored transport and the stables was a door that led to the Bossom. The gate to the fence was padlocked.
While observing the area, a man’s voice whispered from behind Uthal and to the left. “You wanna buy death sticks?”
Atal gives a half-wave at Vincent, not really caring that the tiefling's eyes are closed. Eh, he'll probably feel the wind moving anyway. "Amazingly enough, yes! But now we have to set off to look for it, since it's being so polite as to not find us. Stay on your guard this evening… who knows if there'll be more trouble tonight. Seems to be coming from the priory, if that's any help to the Maiden at all. Well... time to get our horses," he says. "So, do you guys bring them out, or are we supposed to go somewhere and pick them up ourselves?"
“Sorry to hear you’ll be leaving us so soon.” Vincent took another deep breath, as he opened his eyes and looked down at Atal. “You all must be in a hurry if you’re leaving now. Not many places you can get to before night fall. I’ll ready your horses and cart.”
Vincent left his relaxing perch against the stairs to walk around to the stables, where he found Uthal conversing with an unsavory character.
”Hey! What’re you doing back here?”
Vincent: 21
The unsavory character, whom Uthal had turned to face, was a half-elf with slicked back hair, wearing a trench coat. Upon hearing the sound of Vincent’s voice though, the face of a sly used cart salesman turned into one of a frightened child.
He stammered a response as he began hurrying away. “Uh..y..your right. Do..don’t want to s..s..sell you death sticks. Want to go home and rethink my life.” The last sentence was more of a yell, calling back to you, as the half-elf was already bolting southward, away from the Maiden’s Bossom.
Vincent walked around Uthal. “Sorry about that. Next time I’m likely to smash his knee, if he keeps trying to scam folks and push his ‘smuz’ around the Bossom.” Unlocking the gate, Vincent pulls it open. “I’ll have you all out of here in a bit. Where you all going anyway?”
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"To the ruins of the Castle Aaargh, to save a certain Arbitrator from sacrificing himself against whatever's waiting down there,"Atal says readily enough. "With any luck, we might even be able to come back from it."
If the half-elf who ran away went by Atal, Atal would surely like to try to get a death-stick or anything else out of his pocket by bumping into him. ;-)
Upon opening the gates, a young, or at least young-looking, elvish girl emerged from the stables. “I need the three from stall five,” Vincent said to her. And with that, the girl ran out of the gate, and southward in the same general direction that the half-elf has bolted towards.
Vincent continued talking as he worked to retrieve the party’s wagon. Among the stored transport, in addition to their own, were two other covered wagons, a two-wheeled cart, and then something extremely bulky looking, under a large cloth tarp. The only part visible were the bottoms of what appeared to be metal wheels. “You all manage to hire a guide, or will you just be going full speed down the main road?”
"We're a little short on the money bit of this equation, but if you have any good advice, we're all ears and most of us are strangers to this town,"Atal replies.
Removing some blocks of wood, from beneath the wheels, Vincent begins pulling the party’s cart from its spot. Requiring considerable strain on his part, at first, once it was moving, he seemed to maneuver it with relative ease. He brought it to rest right outside the fence, taking up much of the alleyway/side street.
“Well, you are trying to stop the Arbitrator from doing whatever he’s seemed to have already left to do.” He glances toward the south end of the street, before residing just to leaning on the wagon. “I saw him leave the Maiden’s Bossom, early this morning on horse back. Alone. So he’ll likely be taking the main road. That’s a three days journey, with normal stops.”
He stops and turns again, this time in response to the sound of footsteps. The same elvish that he spoke to before was leading the party’s horses. “If you have a guide, maybe a hunter or someone who knows the woods, just north of the city, you could cut some time off. Maybe even get there before him.” As the girl reaches the wagon, Vincent takes two of the horses and straps them to the front of the wagon. The elvish girl stands fast with the lead horse, already saddled for a rider.
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Uthal chuckles a bit. "It would be more fun to do it myself but I will rest easy knowing that idiot will still be reminded of his failures."
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Anearis rolled his eyes at the goliath’s determination to make the young clerk feel miserable. Yet, he couldn’t help but crack a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Then we are settled then. We should make our way towards the castle." He turned and bowed to Adrian in a show of respect. "Thank you for your invaluable help. I pray we all return from this expedition safely."
Bowing in kind, Adrian escorts the party from the ‘study’ and back through the initial shop room. Unlocking the main door, he politely holds it open for the five of you, as you exit.
“Safe travels. I trust we will meet again.”
The sun is bright and the streets still crowded, when the party exits from the Unfamiliar Familiars. It is approximately the 16th hour.
Kel nodded his thanks to Adrian as he was escorted through the shop and back out the front door. He stretched once he was outside and shifted the weight of his weapons. Assuming there was water to be had via streams and wells then he himself was prepared meal wise for three days out and three back. Travel would be the top priority as Kel didn't own a horse and a three days ride turned into an even longer walk.
"Well. Transport, then supplies. Any thoughts?" Kel asked while looking at the others.
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"Transport, we have. It is waiting for us at the Maiden. The supplies, however, we should check out."
"I'm thinking I can't afford much in the way of supplies, so as soon as we get the cart and horses, we should get going," Atal says. He's also privately thinking that now is not the time to start a drama with the local Thieves' Guild before visiting the WotC shop.
Uthal doesn't speak but makes his way towards the Blossom to get the cart.
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
Leaving the Unfamiliar Familiars, the party had gained a great deal of knowledge; however with still missing key pieces of context, the usefulness of the information gained, could be debatable at this time.
Easily making your way through the still crowded streets, the trek back to the Maiden’s Bossom, from the shop, was much quicker, than the original trip to find It.
Arriving, the party finds Vincent, standing outside the establishment, leaning on the entrance’s stairs. His eyes are closed.
"Very well. Play on." he replied to none of the party members in particular. Had time been on their side, Kel likely would have spent a day or two researching the area and potential threats and the best way to dispatch those threats. He glanced over his shoulder and made a note to return should this fools end not be a finale. He remained silent on the short trip back to the city center. Upon arriving at the Maiden's, Kel cleared his throat, his impassive face, having been stonelike in thought, showed signs of life again.
"Gryyzulqw tafwul. Tmulqw idruqmz?" he directed toward the tiefling doorman.
From Infernal: "Greetings cousin. Things alright?"
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Without opening his eyes, Vincent took a deep drawn-out breath, and replied, in Infernal. “Jfwz kiwculq ul zmy wfl’w sirp qdas.”
As if aware of the party’s full presence, he continued further in Common. “You all managing your stay out of trouble, at least since the sun’s been up?”
Infernal: Just basking in the sun’s warm glow.
"City guard hasn't failed to protect everyone yet today." Uthal glances around the side of the building to see about their horse.
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Having to go into the alley beside the Maidens Bossom, Uthal found what he was looking for. Around the corner of the establishment, Uthal found a covered, but open section of the Maiden’s Bossom, surrounded by a wooden fence. Although tall enough to keep out most and keep in, its inhabitants, the fence was still low enough for the goliath to peek over.
Among several carts and carriages, fit together like a puzzle ((in a Tetris like fashion)), he saw their own. He also can see a stable, though the walls prohibited him from identifying their own horses. In between the stored transport and the stables was a door that led to the Bossom. The gate to the fence was padlocked.
While observing the area, a man’s voice whispered from behind Uthal and to the left. “You wanna buy death sticks?”
Uthal takes a firmer grip on his hammer. "You don't want to sell me death sticks."
Intimidation: 9
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Atal gives a half-wave at Vincent, not really caring that the tiefling's eyes are closed. Eh, he'll probably feel the wind moving anyway. "Amazingly enough, yes! But now we have to set off to look for it, since it's being so polite as to not find us. Stay on your guard this evening… who knows if there'll be more trouble tonight. Seems to be coming from the priory, if that's any help to the Maiden at all. Well... time to get our horses," he says. "So, do you guys bring them out, or are we supposed to go somewhere and pick them up ourselves?"
“Sorry to hear you’ll be leaving us so soon.” Vincent took another deep breath, as he opened his eyes and looked down at Atal. “You all must be in a hurry if you’re leaving now. Not many places you can get to before night fall. I’ll ready your horses and cart.”
Vincent left his relaxing perch against the stairs to walk around to the stables, where he found Uthal conversing with an unsavory character.
”Hey! What’re you doing back here?”
Vincent: 21
The unsavory character, whom Uthal had turned to face, was a half-elf with slicked back hair, wearing a trench coat. Upon hearing the sound of Vincent’s voice though, the face of a sly used cart salesman turned into one of a frightened child.
He stammered a response as he began hurrying away. “Uh..y..your right. Do..don’t want to s..s..sell you death sticks. Want to go home and rethink my life.” The last sentence was more of a yell, calling back to you, as the half-elf was already bolting southward, away from the Maiden’s Bossom.
Vincent walked around Uthal. “Sorry about that. Next time I’m likely to smash his knee, if he keeps trying to scam folks and push his ‘smuz’ around the Bossom.” Unlocking the gate, Vincent pulls it open. “I’ll have you all out of here in a bit. Where you all going anyway?”
Infernal: shit
Uthal looks at the doorman and then replies in a flat voice. "Funny. I was thinking I should do the same thing."
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"To the ruins of the Castle Aaargh, to save a certain Arbitrator from sacrificing himself against whatever's waiting down there," Atal says readily enough. "With any luck, we might even be able to come back from it."
If the half-elf who ran away went by Atal, Atal would surely like to try to get a death-stick or anything else out of his pocket by bumping into him. ;-)
If possible, Sleight-of-Hand: 11
Upon opening the gates, a young, or at least young-looking, elvish girl emerged from the stables. “I need the three from stall five,” Vincent said to her. And with that, the girl ran out of the gate, and southward in the same general direction that the half-elf has bolted towards.
Vincent continued talking as he worked to retrieve the party’s wagon. Among the stored transport, in addition to their own, were two other covered wagons, a two-wheeled cart, and then something extremely bulky looking, under a large cloth tarp. The only part visible were the bottoms of what appeared to be metal wheels.
“You all manage to hire a guide, or will you just be going full speed down the main road?”
"We're a little short on the money bit of this equation, but if you have any good advice, we're all ears and most of us are strangers to this town," Atal replies.
Removing some blocks of wood, from beneath the wheels, Vincent begins pulling the party’s cart from its spot. Requiring considerable strain on his part, at first, once it was moving, he seemed to maneuver it with relative ease. He brought it to rest right outside the fence, taking up much of the alleyway/side street.
“Well, you are trying to stop the Arbitrator from doing whatever he’s seemed to have already left to do.” He glances toward the south end of the street, before residing just to leaning on the wagon. “I saw him leave the Maiden’s Bossom, early this morning on horse back. Alone. So he’ll likely be taking the main road. That’s a three days journey, with normal stops.”
He stops and turns again, this time in response to the sound of footsteps. The same elvish that he spoke to before was leading the party’s horses. “If you have a guide, maybe a hunter or someone who knows the woods, just north of the city, you could cut some time off. Maybe even get there before him.” As the girl reaches the wagon, Vincent takes two of the horses and straps them to the front of the wagon. The elvish girl stands fast with the lead horse, already saddled for a rider.