I don't care who you work with Thronelander, but you don't currently have you're own crew and the Q'Barran is willing to take my coin and work with you. That's good enough for me, 75 gold will set you up in some new digs here seeing as you haven't been here long and the Watch is aware of your issues back home. The Clifftop Adventurers Guild however doesn't care about your history as long as you get the job done, capische?
Germaine squints at Draskan puffs on her pipe and then sighs. Alright the truth is Coal is stuck between the Daask and the Boromar Clan over whatever this business is and I can’t get directly involved due to business arrangements I have. Hence putting a job out to the Clifftop Guild and why you’re here now. That a good enough reason?
Germaine rolls her eyes. And then throws a purse to each of them. Yes yes very funny. There’s your 25 gold up front now bring Coal from High Walls to my offices. I’ll see you there
You descend from Lyrandar tower and make your way through the wards to the Lower City, with traffic at each of the ward gates it actually takes you an hour to get the gates into the right ward. Sharn’s neighborhood of High Walls in Lower Tavick’s Landing is a district mostly enclosed by walls. All of the bridges from other districts to High Walls have massive, magically warded gates that can be sealed at a moment’s notice. Each gate incorporates a fortified Sharn Watch station. The neighborhood is home to refugees of the Last War, mainly the displaced peoples of Cyre.
The stench of body odor, garbage, and tobacco mix together in the streets. High walls cut this district’s crumbling, 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 is a simple matter to find the Cog Carnival, and just about any resident can give directions. It’s the only warforged bar in the neighborhood.
The Cog Carnival is 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 Soldier stands at the door, with a carved chunk of wood replacing a severed foot, collecting a cover fee from creatures that enter the room.
in a low grumbling voice Ingot says I shouldn't, I'm s'posed to charge anyone not one of us for entry, yer holiness here is always welcome at the Cog Carnival he nods towards Diomedes but if your saying one of the girls is in trouble and you're here to help I can forget to ask you for the coppers entry fee. Who's in trouble?
Heh, glad to see not everyones been ground down by the War or any or the crap thats been going on since. Ingot shuffles to one side Think Coals near the back, but no funny business now. He palms open the door for you to enter
Eoni who had been hanging back outside now enters as a warforged and heads straight for the bar under her new guise, listening out for any useful information.
Deception 25
Investigation 23
Perception 16
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I don't care who you work with Thronelander, but you don't currently have you're own crew and the Q'Barran is willing to take my coin and work with you. That's good enough for me, 75 gold will set you up in some new digs here seeing as you haven't been here long and the Watch is aware of your issues back home. The Clifftop Adventurers Guild however doesn't care about your history as long as you get the job done, capische?
Eoni chuckles and winks at the half-elf, And how do you know I’m not really a kid?
That you would be right about As Draskan snorts. What is so important about this person that you would pay strangers to rescue them
Germaine squints at Draskan puffs on her pipe and then sighs. Alright the truth is Coal is stuck between the Daask and the Boromar Clan over whatever this business is and I can’t get directly involved due to business arrangements I have. Hence putting a job out to the Clifftop Guild and why you’re here now. That a good enough reason?
I don't have a home, friend. But I do like gold. Gold we can work with.
Eoni chuckles again, mouthing the words Business Arrangements, whilst making little quotation marks in the air with her fingers.
Germaine rolls her eyes. And then throws a purse to each of them. Yes yes very funny. There’s your 25 gold up front now bring Coal from High Walls to my offices. I’ll see you there
Very good! Say a prayer to for our safe return good Sergeant.
Shall we? The Lady Coal awaits.
You descend from Lyrandar tower and make your way through the wards to the Lower City, with traffic at each of the ward gates it actually takes you an hour to get the gates into the right ward. Sharn’s neighborhood of High Walls in Lower Tavick’s Landing is a district mostly enclosed by walls. All of the bridges from other districts to High Walls have massive, magically warded gates that can be sealed at a moment’s notice. Each gate incorporates a fortified Sharn Watch station. The neighborhood is home to refugees of the Last War, mainly the displaced peoples of Cyre.
The stench of body odor, garbage, and tobacco mix together in the streets. High walls cut this district’s crumbling, 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.
Leowin looks around as they walk through the streets, keeping a keen eye out for anyone who might be useful - or a threat.
Perception 19
Il go take a look around, see what I can see and hear about coal
Rollo slips into the crowds
stealth 18
investigation 26
Draskan walks the streets, keeping an ear and eye out for anything useful
Perception 12
It is a simple matter to find the Cog Carnival, and just about any resident can give directions. It’s the only warforged bar in the neighborhood.
The Cog Carnival is 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 Soldier stands at the door, with a carved chunk of wood replacing a severed foot, collecting a cover fee from creatures that enter the room.
Leowin approaches the door, a broad smile on his face, and greets the soldier cheerfully.
Hey, brother. We're here to help one of your warforged sisters who's in need. How about you let us slip by?
Persuasion 21
in a low grumbling voice Ingot says I shouldn't, I'm s'posed to charge anyone not one of us for entry, yer holiness here is always welcome at the Cog Carnival he nods towards Diomedes but if your saying one of the girls is in trouble and you're here to help I can forget to ask you for the coppers entry fee. Who's in trouble?
Well met forge brother! May your rivets be blessed by Boldrei. We seek the Lady Coal, Diomedes says with no attempt to be discreet.
Heh, glad to see not everyones been ground down by the War or any or the crap thats been going on since. Ingot shuffles to one side Think Coals near the back, but no funny business now. He palms open the door for you to enter
Leowin nods in thanks. As they enter the bar, he looks around, trying to spot Coal and anyone else who might be useful or threatening.
Perception 20
If you could just tell me what she looks like, I will keep these good soft folk out of trouble my brother.
Eoni who had been hanging back outside now enters as a warforged and heads straight for the bar under her new guise, listening out for any useful information.
Deception 25
Investigation 23
Perception 16