"The route by the docks wouldn't be my first choice ordinarily, but I think it could be valuable to go that way, to get a look at the job postings. In short, I have reason to suspect our target wizard could be a missing person."
"It sounds like we are leaning toward the dock route. I would suggest we move rather quickly as it sounds quite out right now. Its the more direct route. We will run into sailors there but many of them may be working, loading, or guarding their ships. The ones in town may be more problematic." As a larger group, perhaps it will dissuade any overly enthusiastic trouble makers from bothering us. Looking over the postings could also prove useful, and provides a good cover story for us when questioned, as we are all looking for employment anyway."Wemay find some additional opportunities, and may get a chance to become more "acquainted" with the different groups. I'm ready to proceed" said Sparhawk, he adjusted his chain mail under his cloak confident that they would run into trouble.
"Missing person?" Vars flashes a smile. "Well now, this just got interesting." His smile disappears, "Though if he really is missing, our job just got a lot more complicated."
He rocks back on his heals and then forward again as if his thoughts carried him elsewhere for a moment. Shrugging, he turns to Sorsha, "Red route then? No use worrying about whether or not our man is where he is supposed to be until we get there."
"It is still just a hunch, of course. We'll know soon enough." Bjorn picks up his massive club and swings it over his shoulder jovially. "Ready when you are."
"That was some interesting information after all." Sorsha says to Bjorn with a quick smile. "With our luck it will be our Mr. Irongrass that has gone missing."She says grimly. "As you said Bjorn, we will know soon enough."She says and get's up. "The route along the docks it is then. Vars, if you'd be so kind to lead the way. Everyone, keep your eyes open for threats , and weapons ready at all times gentleman, and lady." She says, turning to Frangipani with a smile, then ready to leave for the Arcane Host Tower.
You begin to walk down the road towards the fog covered beach. The sounds of the waves lapping at the steep beach has a calming melody to it. You walk past several darkened homes and passed the wall, on top of which is a small fortified watch tower, there is a dim glow of a lamp creeping out of the arrow slits and observation windows. The only sounds you hear are the waves and your footsteps on the cobble stone street. As you pass the wall onto the beach side. You see several men passed out against the wall, several empty bottles of some concoction hang limply from their hands.
It doesn’t take long for you to reach the first Dock. You notice the main post of the dock is labeled D1 in faded paint. There are several sheet of paper attached to a plank nailed to the post. A small oil lamp sits atop the post giving just a bit of illumination to the beginning of the dock and it’s number.
As I"m assuming its evening, I'd certainly like to use my Darkvision (60ft) as needed to keep an eye on things. "If you like, I'll be just behind you Vars," Sparhawk smiles, ready for a little action. "for some reason, with my half orc good lucks, broken nose, and tall stature, most people don't really want to talk with me or bother me!"
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Sorsha motions for the crew to move over to the post with the post, quickly reading it before moving on. Perception to notice threats: 9 also has darkvision 60ft
The board on this first dock has about ten sheets attached. Most are looking for crew on the ships moored to this dock. There is one for a missing…but as you read it it for a missing dog.
The So-called beach is a mix of sand, long, stringy grass and rocks. There is washed up seaweed, old weathered hunks of wood, and some bottles here and there. You reach the board at D2 and there are many more postings. More jobs on ships, some looking for additional warehouse space. A wanted poster with a charcoal portrait the reads in common:
“Let justice be done! The Marchion of Mirabar hereby offers 5,000 gold pieces for the capture of the brigand Worvil Forkbeard, known from Luskan to Mirabar as the Weevil. Last seen around the Mines of Mirabar, the Weevil is wanted for theft and murder. He is armed and dangerous. Deliver him to the Axe of Mirabar to receive payment.”
”Missing: the Wizard known as Abernath the Infernal, Arcane brother and beloved Luskanite. Any information as to his whereabouts or fate will be rewarded. see The Mage Kutoti Irongrass at the Arcane Tower”
another couple of petty bounties for low level crooks
Sorsha snatches the wanted poster and tucks it away. "You never know, perhaps this is a job for us, and 5000 pieces of gold is not to be scoffed at."She says grimly and proceeds.
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Sorsha history check: 12
"It would seem we aren't that unlucky after all. Perhaps finding this Abernath the Infernal is a job for us too, might as well check it out when we deliver the letter eh?" Sorsha says with a nod.
Sorsha motions for the crew to move over to the post with the post, quickly reading it before moving on. Perception to notice threats: 24 also has darkvision 60ft
Sorsha doesn’t see any immediate threats. The fog is thicker and thinner in places, but she does notice there is a little bit of light, coming from somewhere on the water between Dock 2 and 3. It sits lower to the water than a ship and there is no moorings that you know of between the docks, as that would cause an obstruction.
"Someone who wants to inspire fear in others I presume, but it also might suggest it is someone with infernal powers which perhaps should inspire fear in others."Sorsha says plainly before continuing.
"The route by the docks wouldn't be my first choice ordinarily, but I think it could be valuable to go that way, to get a look at the job postings. In short, I have reason to suspect our target wizard could be a missing person."
"It sounds like we are leaning toward the dock route. I would suggest we move rather quickly as it sounds quite out right now. Its the more direct route. We will run into sailors there but many of them may be working, loading, or guarding their ships. The ones in town may be more problematic." As a larger group, perhaps it will dissuade any overly enthusiastic trouble makers from bothering us. Looking over the postings could also prove useful, and provides a good cover story for us when questioned, as we are all looking for employment anyway." We may find some additional opportunities, and may get a chance to become more "acquainted" with the different groups. I'm ready to proceed" said Sparhawk, he adjusted his chain mail under his cloak confident that they would run into trouble.
"Missing person?" Vars flashes a smile. "Well now, this just got interesting." His smile disappears, "Though if he really is missing, our job just got a lot more complicated."
He rocks back on his heals and then forward again as if his thoughts carried him elsewhere for a moment. Shrugging, he turns to Sorsha, "Red route then? No use worrying about whether or not our man is where he is supposed to be until we get there."
"It is still just a hunch, of course. We'll know soon enough." Bjorn picks up his massive club and swings it over his shoulder jovially. "Ready when you are."
"That was some interesting information after all." Sorsha says to Bjorn with a quick smile. "With our luck it will be our Mr. Irongrass that has gone missing." She says grimly. "As you said Bjorn, we will know soon enough." She says and get's up. "The route along the docks it is then. Vars, if you'd be so kind to lead the way. Everyone, keep your eyes open for threats , and weapons ready at all times gentleman, and lady." She says, turning to Frangipani with a smile, then ready to leave for the Arcane Host Tower.
You begin to walk down the road towards the fog covered beach. The sounds of the waves lapping at the steep beach has a calming melody to it. You walk past several darkened homes and passed the wall, on top of which is a small fortified watch tower, there is a dim glow of a lamp creeping out of the arrow slits and observation windows. The only sounds you hear are the waves and your footsteps on the cobble stone street. As you pass the wall onto the beach side. You see several men passed out against the wall, several empty bottles of some concoction hang limply from their hands.
It doesn’t take long for you to reach the first Dock. You notice the main post of the dock is labeled D1 in faded paint. There are several sheet of paper attached to a plank nailed to the post. A small oil lamp sits atop the post giving just a bit of illumination to the beginning of the dock and it’s number.
As I"m assuming its evening, I'd certainly like to use my Darkvision (60ft) as needed to keep an eye on things. "If you like, I'll be just behind you Vars," Sparhawk smiles, ready for a little action. "for some reason, with my half orc good lucks, broken nose, and tall stature, most people don't really want to talk with me or bother me!"
Holding his torch a few feet away from the parchments, Bjorn stoops a bit to check the bounties for mention of the missing wizard.
Sorsha motions for the crew to move over to the post with the post, quickly reading it before moving on.
Perception to notice threats: 9 also has darkvision 60ft
The board on this first dock has about ten sheets attached. Most are looking for crew on the ships moored to this dock. There is one for a missing…but as you read it it for a missing dog.
The So-called beach is a mix of sand, long, stringy grass and rocks. There is washed up seaweed, old weathered hunks of wood, and some bottles here and there. You reach the board at D2 and there are many more postings. More jobs on ships, some looking for additional warehouse space. A wanted poster with a charcoal portrait the reads in common:
“Let justice be done! The Marchion of Mirabar hereby offers 5,000 gold pieces for the capture of the brigand Worvil Forkbeard, known from Luskan to Mirabar as the Weevil. Last seen around the Mines of Mirabar, the Weevil is wanted for theft and murder. He is armed and dangerous. Deliver him to the Axe of Mirabar to receive payment.”
There is also one with a missing person:
”Missing: the Wizard known as Abernath the Infernal, Arcane brother and beloved Luskanite. Any information as to his whereabouts or fate will be rewarded. see The Mage Kutoti Irongrass at the Arcane Tower”
another couple of petty bounties for low level crooks
( on your next post, all of you can make a history check)
Sorsha snatches the wanted poster and tucks it away. "You never know, perhaps this is a job for us, and 5000 pieces of gold is not to be scoffed at." She says grimly and proceeds.
Sorsha history check: 12
"It would seem we aren't that unlucky after all. Perhaps finding this Abernath the Infernal is a job for us too, might as well check it out when we deliver the letter eh?" Sorsha says with a nod.
Sorsha doesn’t see any immediate threats. The fog is thicker and thinner in places, but she does notice there is a little bit of light, coming from somewhere on the water between Dock 2 and 3. It sits lower to the water than a ship and there is no moorings that you know of between the docks, as that would cause an obstruction.
Sorsha doesn’t recognize either name
Sorsha motions to the others, making them aware of what she saw, just in case.
"That's quite a bit of gold. I don't envy that man! I'm sure he can hardly sleep, for all the highwaymen and bounty hunters who must be after him."
Bjorn looks thoughtfully up into the black sky. "Who would call himself "the Infernal"? Where I'm from, that's an insult at best."
Then, [perhaps,] he has a flash of understanding. [No proficiency, but a +1 INT. Let's see if I'm lucky, lol.] 15
"Someone who wants to inspire fear in others I presume, but it also might suggest it is someone with infernal powers which perhaps should inspire fear in others." Sorsha says plainly before continuing.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. We can get this letter delivered and figure out our next step after."
History: 12
Eberk looks out to the light in the water.
Perception: 10