It is summer in Port Zoon, and its been hotter than usual – the old salts who sit in the city’s taverns claim that it’s the hottest its been in recent memory. There is a heat and humidity to the air that would normally only be eased by the breezes from the Lucidian Ocean. Today, however, there is no breeze.
Yet, life goes on in this port city. A number of ships sit in the Harbor Sphere, waiting for the wind to pick up so they can take their industrial goods to the other city-states of the Clovis Concord. For those that look carefully, they can see that many of the ships have an increased number of guards milling about on the decks of the ship, as well as extra cannons.
In the Hammer Sphere, dominated by the massive Temple Genesis of the All-Hammer, students, both excited and begrudging fill the lecture halls of the august and esteemed Academy of Applied Sciences while the city’s industrialists keep a close eye on their labor forces at the city’s factories. Despite the heat, a number of shoppers fill the streets packing into Guild shops still run by master artisans and staffed by apprentices.
In the Sentry Sphere, the imposing barracks of Sentry Keep towers over the rest of the city, and there is currently a drill being held for the Shore Wardens and those who stop to watch notice how half-hearted the drilling seems to be, given the heat.
So, even in spite of the heat, it is a typical day in Port Zoon. What is different about today, however, is this scroll that appears, posted at every notice board in the city, a plea for help from an unlikely source.
(Scroll below)
Those of you who have been in Port Zoon for at least a while know Captain Thorntassle. She is an up-and-comer in the Zhelezo (the military of the Clovis Concord) and, as the administrative captain of the Hammer Sphere, she is one of the closest advisors of the Marquis Almads Haddou, old Ironpuss himself. She is known for being a consummate professional, without patience for weakness or anything that might interfere with keeping order. The fact that she is asking for help, and not involving the Zhelezo forces, is intriguing.
So, adventurers, do you answer her call for help?
(Please give a description of your character and how and where they find Captain Thorntassle’s message.)
Captain Bree Thorntassle requires the services of discrete individuals to investigate a sensitive matter of a personal nature. Safety not guaranteed, but compensation will be commensurate with the task required.
Please contact Captain Thorntassle at the Zhelezo Administrative Office in the Hammer Sphere near the Academy of Applied Sciences for further details.
This notice has been placed under the authority of Captain B. Thorntassle, Zhelezo Administrative Officer, Hammer Sphere, Port Zoon
Do not remove unless permission has been granted by the below signed:
Michael has just arrived in town, having traveled cross-country to get here. He wears woodsman garb, consisting of a cloak, britches, and a tunic, the latter under studded leather armor. He has light brown hair, which is shorn short. A crossbow hangs at his hip and a backpack sways as he walks down the street. Seeing a scroll posted on the side of a nearby building, he walks over and reads it. As his whole purpose on traveling to this city was to find work, so he could earn some coin prior to returning to his cottage for the winter, he decides he just as well go and check out what this is all about.
It was hot in Port Zoon. Too hot. Donaar had never been a fan of summer. Perhaps it was his heritage, visible through the silver scales of this Draconblood, that made him dislike these temperatures. Perhaps it was because it made it harder to think. And Donaar liked to think. Thankfully his lightly coloured robes were at least some help against the onslaught of heat.
Maybe he should have waited until winter to boldly proclaim he was gonna leave the Academy. The halls at least were, well not cool but at least less warm. As he was pondering the wisdom of his actions he came in front of the scroll. Instinctively he tries to understand what spell is scribed upon it but very quickly realizes that, of course, it is simply a message that is written on it. His disappointment is quickly fades though once he reads the message.
Safety not guaranteed. These words were probably meant to ward people off. And yet they had the exact opposite effect on Donaar. This was his chance to prove to himself that he had made the right choice. Without any hesitation, he straps his backpack tighter, grabs his quarterstaff and moves decidedly towards the meeting point.
Dr. Abba Quiem squinted into the sun as he locked his front door. Those damn kids had been trying to get into his lab again, and his projects had to be kept in utmost secrecy. The dwarf stepped off of his stoop, pulling his stained lab coat tighter around him, despite the heat. Whole city's had the shpilkes lately, Abba thought to himself, giving a nearby toddler a wide sneer. He was enough of a strange sight, with his unruly, black hair and beard struck through white, and consistently defying any laws of physics know to the world, but the sneer didn't help. The twisted smile pushed his strange chemical scars up on his face, and pulled his dry, cracked skin tight. The child hid within their mother's skirts, and Abba shuffled on. Yes, it's about time something happened.
He had been in Port Zoon long enough that he knew the market district and the market district knew him. The older vendors knew enough not to argue with his haggling too much, after all there was a rumor that the poor man was mad, and Abba was perfectly happy with it staying that way. He had every block of every street memorized, so when the scroll appeared on the side of a building, he naturally had to see what the fuss was about.
"Discrete individuals, eh?" He said aloud, drawing the glances of a handful of pedestrians. "Well I'm close enough, don't you think?" He finished, snapping his gaze to a halfling merchant doing business nearby, who was making a distinct effort to ignore the dwarf. Oh they're no fun. May as well go see what this is all about. With that, Abba made his way to the Zhelezo Administration Office.
The heat is new to Celianna coming from a much much cooler climate, but she's been doing her best to weather it. Her copper hair has been tied up in an effort to keep it off of her in anyway shape or form. Most of her time in Port Zoon so far has been spent at a small tent she managed to set up as a temporary mini shrine to the Everlight, where she offers those that pass by comfort, guidance, an ear to listen, or even just a place to take a rest on a hot day should someone need to stop a moment. Never before though has she wished that she had tried to learn that gust cantrip one of the other acolytes at her temple back home had teased her with. It might really come in handy right now.
As the morning dragged and she had only had one visitor who showed any real interest in hearing about the Everlight, and one who old man who wanted to ramble about how it's all changed since his youth and no one has any respect these days, and her generation is going to ruin it all ya hear! - she eventually decided to get out and stretch her legs a bit. Celianna always stops to read the notices on the announcement boards. Important news is often posted there, as well as people who needed help, who might not seek it out in person, or from someone like her.
Today the notice from Captain Thorntassle catches her eye. "Safety not guaranteed" tickled the part of her that longed for more than the simple temple life. And as much as she wouldn't readily admit it, the compensation would come in handy. Her funds were beginning to dwindle more than she'd like at the moment and there hadn't yet been that many people flocking to her services here. With that in mind, she closes her up her mini-temple for the day, gathers her stuff, and heads for the Zhelezo office at the academy.
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“Interesting, I may investigate further.” The sun bleached half elf says as he finishes stitching up a gash on the arm of a weathered sailor. The relatively young man sits back from his stool as he uses prestidigitation to wash his hands.
contemplating what the job may entail to be so open, yet discreet, the juxtaposition has piqued his curiosity. The white silklike cloak that had hood and large shoulders draped loosely down to his knees. His hitched up pants stop short of his leather strapped sandals that match the leather armor that covers his chest. Coming back to reality and realizing the sailor is still there, he collects his payment and bids him farewell. “I think I may offer my services Captain Thorntassle.” He thinks roll himself. A “Thanks, Doc.” Would he heard if Wilkas was still paying attention.
Dustyn walks the city wondering how he’s going to make his way from here on out. He beached the dingy and left it, but he still had his pack, and the arms he’d earned in Darktow. Tall, handsome, young, and driven, Dustyn knew there’d be work for him anywhere, but he was looking for something with a certain draw. An appeal to that voice in the back of his head. And this has it. Dustyn started towards the Hammersphere.
Those watching would see Dustyn as a high seas buccaneer. Wearing heavy chain mail, and carrying a shield, he was clearly meant for the tip of the spear. He carried javelins and a longbow: tools of the trade in ship to ship battle. The locket around his neck was nothing more than a mild curiosity.
The Zhelezo Administrative Office is easy enough to find -- it stands right in the shadow of the mighty Academy in the brutalist style that marks the Zhelezo offices throughout the Concord.
As you each come in, you are ushered into a large office that looks as though it could also be a war room. Maps -- of each sphere, of the sewer system underneath Port Zoon, even a roughly-drawn map of the Revelry-controlled Darktow, line the walls, and there is a massive, intricately carved desk set up near a window that allows Captain Thorntassle an unparalleled view of the entire market district. When you arrive, the office is empty, giving you each a moment to eye the other respondents to the call for help.
After a few moments, Captain Bree Thorntassle enters. She is a Halfling woman, just over three feet tall, with frizzy sandy brown hair that is streaked with gray. Her features are a bit sharper than typical Halflings, giving her a slightly severe air. She is wearing chain mail, with a shield strapped to her back and a flail hooked onto her belt. Though her role is administrative, she looks like she's seen her share of trouble in her career. She, in turn, looks over all of you, a glimmer of recognition passing over her face at the sight of Wilkas, and a much more obvious double-take at the sight of Dr. Quiem.
“Is this….it?” She does not even attempt to hide her disappointment as she moves around the office and sits behind the desk. You all can barely see her behind all the paperwork piled up.
“I suppose you will have to do. Before I begin, I must impress upon you the need for discretion. It is a very sensitive time in the Clovis Concord between the war to the North and the scheming of the Revelry, and I fear the task you undertake may yet have wide-reaching implications.” With that preamble, Captain Thorntassle looks to all of you for assent and then she provides more details.
“A senior member of the Shore Wardens is missing. A dwarf named Waldmar Glassanvil. He disappeared two days ago from a tavern in the Harbor Sphere called ‘The Harpy’s Beak.’” She says the name of the tavern with an air of disgust.
“Wally...Sargeant Glassanvil had a very sensitive role in the city. His assignment was to provide security to the Timuafa in the Assay Sphere. Knowledge of the experiments there cannot fall into the hands of the Myriad or, the Gods forbid, the Revelry.”
“I am asking you to go out and find him. I’m offering 200 gold. Once you uncover what has happened to him, come directly to me. It is very important that I am the first to know what has happened, especially if he has been...killed.” You hear a slight quiver in her voice as she finishes her sentence.
After a second though, she appears recovered, gazing intently at each of you with her hawklike gray eyes. “I can give you access to the Shore Warden barracks, and of course there is the tavern where he was last seen.” She scribbles a pass for the barracks and pushes it to the edge of the desk. “If there’s nothing else, I expect a report within two days.” It is clear that she intends this as a dismissal.
Wilkas stays quiet throughout the briefing and at the obvious dismissal he stands only to say “Captain.” Before walking out the door to find a good spot to group with the others.
Michael nods his understanding and turns to leave as well. He heads outside with the others and waits till they are all gathered together. "Seems straight forward, at least for now." he says to everyone. "Check out the sleeping quarters and this tavern, and see what we can find about this missing person." He shrugs. "after that who knows how straight-forward it will be though."
Donaar was a bit lost when the captain dismissed them, probably because she didn't say it outright. He was used to have explicit instructions. Already he was learning about the world outside the Academy. Once he sees everyone leave the room he follows them outside.
"Well maybe this Waldmar had something urgent to do and had to leave without having the time to warn the captain. We might find clues about that in his room. If not the last place he was seen sounds like a logical follow up. Should none of these locations give us anything we can work with we'll probably have to improvise"
Captain Thorntassle raises an eyebrow at the human who asked a question and there is a long pause before she answers, the Halfling making something of a show of placing her pen firmly on the desk and glowering at Dustyn as she responds.
"I do not expect him to have documents related to the Timuafa -- and I refuse to believe he has deserted. However, he may have other...sensitive information on his person or among his belongings. If the material in them was revealed it could be very embarrassing for...certain prominent parties in the city." You can tell even at the briefest glance she looks distinctly uncomfortable.
"If you should come across written materials at his barracks or elsewhere, bring them directly to me."
Wilkas nods “If there is no evidence to his disappearance then it stands to reason foul play is involved. I suspect there is more to find in his quarters, especially if he wasn’t planning to abscond so expediently. However we should also treat this as a missing person, time may be of the essence. Splitting up may yield greatest results.” Wilkas blinks a bit before adjusting his glasses. “Where’s the other one?” Noticing Dustyn is missing
Dustyn walks out after them. “Lets boil this down to brass tacks: if you work the case- whether or not you directly find the dwarf- you get a share of the reward. If finding the dwarf means we have to fight off captors, then everyone who doesn’t help forfeits their share. And... I’m willing to run a side bet on how we find the dwarf: dead, maimed, naked, or willfully having run away. I’ll let anyone else who’s interested choose which one they would like to bet on first.” Dustyn then starts walking towards the Harpy’s Beak while they talk.
On the way out of the Captain's office, Dr. Quiem shakes her hand enthusiastically, "Not to worry, madame, we'll track that boy down in a jiffy." He pats her hand reassuringly before walking out.
As the group meets up outside, Abba responds to Wilkas and Dustyn, "Splitting up is just fine with me. Always divide and conquer, you know. Now, who goes where?" He finishes with a clap, and whirls around to the front of the group to walk backwards while facing them. "And laddie, I'll take that bet. My wager is he's off naked and frolicking somewhere,"
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“Right, as long as everyone agrees, I have come to the conclusion that Celianna, Dr. Quiam, and Dustyn should go to the tavern while Donaar, Michael, and myself search the Barracks. Choosing a location betwixt the spots to meet up once we are finished to compare information.”
(where would that be DM? Is there another tavern or meeting spot most people would know)
Donaar wasn't too sure about dividing their attention on both locations at the same time. He had read about the divide and conquer part in his books of course, but such moves usually involved whole armies, not half a dozen people. Yet everybody seemed to know what they were doing and Donaar was definitely out of his element so when Wilkas summarizes what everybody had said before he meekly nods.
They were still in the city proper after all, it couldn't be that bad, could it?
(The Hammer Sphere, where you are all at, is the Central Sphere of Port Zoon -- the Temple of the All-Hammer and the Academy of Applied Sciences are the two most notable features to this district. The Harbor Sphere is to the south of the Hammer Sphere, and Sentry Sphere is to the east. There is a tavern popular with students at the Academy that Donaar and Dr. Quiem would be familiar with called The Scholar's Rest. Since they're in separate groups, they should both be able to lead their respective groups there.
It is summer in Port Zoon, and its been hotter than usual – the old salts who sit in the city’s taverns claim that it’s the hottest its been in recent memory. There is a heat and humidity to the air that would normally only be eased by the breezes from the Lucidian Ocean. Today, however, there is no breeze.
Yet, life goes on in this port city. A number of ships sit in the Harbor Sphere, waiting for the wind to pick up so they can take their industrial goods to the other city-states of the Clovis Concord. For those that look carefully, they can see that many of the ships have an increased number of guards milling about on the decks of the ship, as well as extra cannons.
In the Hammer Sphere, dominated by the massive Temple Genesis of the All-Hammer, students, both excited and begrudging fill the lecture halls of the august and esteemed Academy of Applied Sciences while the city’s industrialists keep a close eye on their labor forces at the city’s factories. Despite the heat, a number of shoppers fill the streets packing into Guild shops still run by master artisans and staffed by apprentices.
In the Sentry Sphere, the imposing barracks of Sentry Keep towers over the rest of the city, and there is currently a drill being held for the Shore Wardens and those who stop to watch notice how half-hearted the drilling seems to be, given the heat.
So, even in spite of the heat, it is a typical day in Port Zoon. What is different about today, however, is this scroll that appears, posted at every notice board in the city, a plea for help from an unlikely source.
(Scroll below)
Those of you who have been in Port Zoon for at least a while know Captain Thorntassle. She is an up-and-comer in the Zhelezo (the military of the Clovis Concord) and, as the administrative captain of the Hammer Sphere, she is one of the closest advisors of the Marquis Almads Haddou, old Ironpuss himself. She is known for being a consummate professional, without patience for weakness or anything that might interfere with keeping order. The fact that she is asking for help, and not involving the Zhelezo forces, is intriguing.
So, adventurers, do you answer her call for help?
(Please give a description of your character and how and where they find Captain Thorntassle’s message.)
The scroll reads:
Adventurers Needed!
Captain Bree Thorntassle requires the services of discrete individuals to investigate a sensitive matter of a personal nature. Safety not guaranteed, but compensation will be commensurate with the task required.
Please contact Captain Thorntassle at the Zhelezo Administrative Office in the Hammer Sphere near the Academy of Applied Sciences for further details.
This notice has been placed under the authority of Captain B. Thorntassle, Zhelezo Administrative Officer, Hammer Sphere, Port Zoon
Do not remove unless permission has been granted by the below signed:
B. Thorntassle
Michael has just arrived in town, having traveled cross-country to get here. He wears woodsman garb, consisting of a cloak, britches, and a tunic, the latter under studded leather armor. He has light brown hair, which is shorn short. A crossbow hangs at his hip and a backpack sways as he walks down the street. Seeing a scroll posted on the side of a nearby building, he walks over and reads it. As his whole purpose on traveling to this city was to find work, so he could earn some coin prior to returning to his cottage for the winter, he decides he just as well go and check out what this is all about.
It was hot in Port Zoon. Too hot. Donaar had never been a fan of summer. Perhaps it was his heritage, visible through the silver scales of this Draconblood, that made him dislike these temperatures. Perhaps it was because it made it harder to think. And Donaar liked to think. Thankfully his lightly coloured robes were at least some help against the onslaught of heat.
Maybe he should have waited until winter to boldly proclaim he was gonna leave the Academy. The halls at least were, well not cool but at least less warm. As he was pondering the wisdom of his actions he came in front of the scroll. Instinctively he tries to understand what spell is scribed upon it but very quickly realizes that, of course, it is simply a message that is written on it. His disappointment is quickly fades though once he reads the message.
Safety not guaranteed. These words were probably meant to ward people off. And yet they had the exact opposite effect on Donaar. This was his chance to prove to himself that he had made the right choice. Without any hesitation, he straps his backpack tighter, grabs his quarterstaff and moves decidedly towards the meeting point.
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Dr. Abba Quiem squinted into the sun as he locked his front door. Those damn kids had been trying to get into his lab again, and his projects had to be kept in utmost secrecy. The dwarf stepped off of his stoop, pulling his stained lab coat tighter around him, despite the heat. Whole city's had the shpilkes lately, Abba thought to himself, giving a nearby toddler a wide sneer. He was enough of a strange sight, with his unruly, black hair and beard struck through white, and consistently defying any laws of physics know to the world, but the sneer didn't help. The twisted smile pushed his strange chemical scars up on his face, and pulled his dry, cracked skin tight. The child hid within their mother's skirts, and Abba shuffled on. Yes, it's about time something happened.
He had been in Port Zoon long enough that he knew the market district and the market district knew him. The older vendors knew enough not to argue with his haggling too much, after all there was a rumor that the poor man was mad, and Abba was perfectly happy with it staying that way. He had every block of every street memorized, so when the scroll appeared on the side of a building, he naturally had to see what the fuss was about.
"Discrete individuals, eh?" He said aloud, drawing the glances of a handful of pedestrians. "Well I'm close enough, don't you think?" He finished, snapping his gaze to a halfling merchant doing business nearby, who was making a distinct effort to ignore the dwarf. Oh they're no fun. May as well go see what this is all about. With that, Abba made his way to the Zhelezo Administration Office.
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The heat is new to Celianna coming from a much much cooler climate, but she's been doing her best to weather it. Her copper hair has been tied up in an effort to keep it off of her in anyway shape or form. Most of her time in Port Zoon so far has been spent at a small tent she managed to set up as a temporary mini shrine to the Everlight, where she offers those that pass by comfort, guidance, an ear to listen, or even just a place to take a rest on a hot day should someone need to stop a moment. Never before though has she wished that she had tried to learn that gust cantrip one of the other acolytes at her temple back home had teased her with. It might really come in handy right now.
As the morning dragged and she had only had one visitor who showed any real interest in hearing about the Everlight, and one who old man who wanted to ramble about how it's all changed since his youth and no one has any respect these days, and her generation is going to ruin it all ya hear! - she eventually decided to get out and stretch her legs a bit. Celianna always stops to read the notices on the announcement boards. Important news is often posted there, as well as people who needed help, who might not seek it out in person, or from someone like her.
Today the notice from Captain Thorntassle catches her eye. "Safety not guaranteed" tickled the part of her that longed for more than the simple temple life. And as much as she wouldn't readily admit it, the compensation would come in handy. Her funds were beginning to dwindle more than she'd like at the moment and there hadn't yet been that many people flocking to her services here. With that in mind, she closes her up her mini-temple for the day, gathers her stuff, and heads for the Zhelezo office at the academy.
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Wilkas Mayweather - Half Elf Bard
“Interesting, I may investigate further.” The sun bleached half elf says as he finishes stitching up a gash on the arm of a weathered sailor. The relatively young man sits back from his stool as he uses prestidigitation to wash his hands.
contemplating what the job may entail to be so open, yet discreet, the juxtaposition has piqued his curiosity. The white silklike cloak that had hood and large shoulders draped loosely down to his knees. His hitched up pants stop short of his leather strapped sandals that match the leather armor that covers his chest. Coming back to reality and realizing the sailor is still there, he collects his payment and bids him farewell. “I think I may offer my services Captain Thorntassle.” He thinks roll himself. A “Thanks, Doc.” Would he heard if Wilkas was still paying attention.
Dustyn walks the city wondering how he’s going to make his way from here on out. He beached the dingy and left it, but he still had his pack, and the arms he’d earned in Darktow. Tall, handsome, young, and driven, Dustyn knew there’d be work for him anywhere, but he was looking for something with a certain draw. An appeal to that voice in the back of his head.
And this has it. Dustyn started towards the Hammersphere.
Those watching would see Dustyn as a high seas buccaneer. Wearing heavy chain mail, and carrying a shield, he was clearly meant for the tip of the spear. He carried javelins and a longbow: tools of the trade in ship to ship battle. The locket around his neck was nothing more than a mild curiosity.
Paladin - warforged - orange
The Zhelezo Administrative Office is easy enough to find -- it stands right in the shadow of the mighty Academy in the brutalist style that marks the Zhelezo offices throughout the Concord.
As you each come in, you are ushered into a large office that looks as though it could also be a war room. Maps -- of each sphere, of the sewer system underneath Port Zoon, even a roughly-drawn map of the Revelry-controlled Darktow, line the walls, and there is a massive, intricately carved desk set up near a window that allows Captain Thorntassle an unparalleled view of the entire market district. When you arrive, the office is empty, giving you each a moment to eye the other respondents to the call for help.
After a few moments, Captain Bree Thorntassle enters. She is a Halfling woman, just over three feet tall, with frizzy sandy brown hair that is streaked with gray. Her features are a bit sharper than typical Halflings, giving her a slightly severe air. She is wearing chain mail, with a shield strapped to her back and a flail hooked onto her belt. Though her role is administrative, she looks like she's seen her share of trouble in her career. She, in turn, looks over all of you, a glimmer of recognition passing over her face at the sight of Wilkas, and a much more obvious double-take at the sight of Dr. Quiem.
“Is this….it?” She does not even attempt to hide her disappointment as she moves around the office and sits behind the desk. You all can barely see her behind all the paperwork piled up.
“I suppose you will have to do. Before I begin, I must impress upon you the need for discretion. It is a very sensitive time in the Clovis Concord between the war to the North and the scheming of the Revelry, and I fear the task you undertake may yet have wide-reaching implications.” With that preamble, Captain Thorntassle looks to all of you for assent and then she provides more details.
“A senior member of the Shore Wardens is missing. A dwarf named Waldmar Glassanvil. He disappeared two days ago from a tavern in the Harbor Sphere called ‘The Harpy’s Beak.’” She says the name of the tavern with an air of disgust.
“Wally...Sargeant Glassanvil had a very sensitive role in the city. His assignment was to provide security to the Timuafa in the Assay Sphere. Knowledge of the experiments there cannot fall into the hands of the Myriad or, the Gods forbid, the Revelry.”
“I am asking you to go out and find him. I’m offering 200 gold. Once you uncover what has happened to him, come directly to me. It is very important that I am the first to know what has happened, especially if he has been...killed.” You hear a slight quiver in her voice as she finishes her sentence.
After a second though, she appears recovered, gazing intently at each of you with her hawklike gray eyes. “I can give you access to the Shore Warden barracks, and of course there is the tavern where he was last seen.” She scribbles a pass for the barracks and pushes it to the edge of the desk. “If there’s nothing else, I expect a report within two days.” It is clear that she intends this as a dismissal.
Wilkas stays quiet throughout the briefing and at the obvious dismissal he stands only to say “Captain.” Before walking out the door to find a good spot to group with the others.
Michael nods his understanding and turns to leave as well. He heads outside with the others and waits till they are all gathered together. "Seems straight forward, at least for now." he says to everyone. "Check out the sleeping quarters and this tavern, and see what we can find about this missing person." He shrugs. "after that who knows how straight-forward it will be though."
Dustyn speaks up. “Are you expecting he would have had some of the information? Documents or some such?”
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Donaar was a bit lost when the captain dismissed them, probably because she didn't say it outright. He was used to have explicit instructions. Already he was learning about the world outside the Academy. Once he sees everyone leave the room he follows them outside.
"Well maybe this Waldmar had something urgent to do and had to leave without having the time to warn the captain. We might find clues about that in his room. If not the last place he was seen sounds like a logical follow up. Should none of these locations give us anything we can work with we'll probably have to improvise"
Donaar Daardendrian - Draconblood Wizard 1 (Our Revels Now Are Ended)
Captain Thorntassle raises an eyebrow at the human who asked a question and there is a long pause before she answers, the Halfling making something of a show of placing her pen firmly on the desk and glowering at Dustyn as she responds.
"I do not expect him to have documents related to the Timuafa -- and I refuse to believe he has deserted. However, he may have other...sensitive information on his person or among his belongings. If the material in them was revealed it could be very embarrassing for...certain prominent parties in the city." You can tell even at the briefest glance she looks distinctly uncomfortable.
"If you should come across written materials at his barracks or elsewhere, bring them directly to me."
Wilkas Mayweather- Half Elf Bard
Wilkas nods “If there is no evidence to his disappearance then it stands to reason foul play is involved. I suspect there is more to find in his quarters, especially if he wasn’t planning to abscond so expediently. However we should also treat this as a missing person, time may be of the essence. Splitting up may yield greatest results.” Wilkas blinks a bit before adjusting his glasses. “Where’s the other one?” Noticing Dustyn is missing
Dustyn walks out after them. “Lets boil this down to brass tacks: if you work the case- whether or not you directly find the dwarf- you get a share of the reward. If finding the dwarf means we have to fight off captors, then everyone who doesn’t help forfeits their share. And... I’m willing to run a side bet on how we find the dwarf: dead, maimed, naked, or willfully having run away. I’ll let anyone else who’s interested choose which one they would like to bet on first.” Dustyn then starts walking towards the Harpy’s Beak while they talk.
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On the way out of the Captain's office, Dr. Quiem shakes her hand enthusiastically, "Not to worry, madame, we'll track that boy down in a jiffy." He pats her hand reassuringly before walking out.
As the group meets up outside, Abba responds to Wilkas and Dustyn, "Splitting up is just fine with me. Always divide and conquer, you know. Now, who goes where?" He finishes with a clap, and whirls around to the front of the group to walk backwards while facing them. "And laddie, I'll take that bet. My wager is he's off naked and frolicking somewhere,"
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Hadar Jaffe- Half-elf Knowledge Domain Cleric (Nemo's Citadel of the Unsleeping Sun)
“Right, as long as everyone agrees, I have come to the conclusion that Celianna, Dr. Quiam, and Dustyn should go to the tavern while Donaar, Michael, and myself search the Barracks. Choosing a location betwixt the spots to meet up once we are finished to compare information.”
(where would that be DM? Is there another tavern or meeting spot most people would know)
Donaar wasn't too sure about dividing their attention on both locations at the same time. He had read about the divide and conquer part in his books of course, but such moves usually involved whole armies, not half a dozen people. Yet everybody seemed to know what they were doing and Donaar was definitely out of his element so when Wilkas summarizes what everybody had said before he meekly nods.
They were still in the city proper after all, it couldn't be that bad, could it?
Donaar Daardendrian - Draconblood Wizard 1 (Our Revels Now Are Ended)
(The Hammer Sphere, where you are all at, is the Central Sphere of Port Zoon -- the Temple of the All-Hammer and the Academy of Applied Sciences are the two most notable features to this district. The Harbor Sphere is to the south of the Hammer Sphere, and Sentry Sphere is to the east. There is a tavern popular with students at the Academy that Donaar and Dr. Quiem would be familiar with called The Scholar's Rest. Since they're in separate groups, they should both be able to lead their respective groups there.
(WIll post for each group shortly.)