Frangipani was following Fist...Mr. Fist? The Fister.....no, maybe not that one......out when the lads seemed to get into some disagreement over coin. She ignored them, if someone said they were paying for her that was good enough for her...and cheaper.
She cocked her head toward the door and winked to her captain.
As the group follows their new patron, Eberk hurries over to the barmaid and gives her 5 silver. “This should cover our tab.” Eberk turns towards the back to rejoin the group. “These half-shaved owl-bears,” He mutters under his breath.
"Before you're forced to look upon -- and smell! -- our road-weary countenances at length, surely you would prefer we take a hot bath, to wash off the dust and grime of travel. If you'd be so kind as to indicate the baths..." Bjorn ducks and sidesteps around knives and hot soup pans as they follow Fist through the kitchen.
Vars shrugs, “I could use a bath. All of us could. A hot one would be nice. I haven’t had a hot bath in a while.” He smiles charmingly, “Though I would hate to keep our patron waiting.”
Sorsha gives the rotund goliath a quick smile, seemingly not in the mood to discuss her recent misfortune. "Yes, I thought I'd stick around a bit longer before joining the Kraken. We're all ready to get to work here I think Mr. Scarsguard."She says, standing up and getting her gear to follow their employer towards the kitchen. "He had some dealings with my former captain, spoke to him a couple of times, he should be a reliable employer." She says quickly to Vars in a lowered voice as she is about to leave the table. She doesn't comment on the banter of the others in the crew, a talkative lot she had gathered, but as long as they stayed focused while on the job it would be good for morale to keep spirits up.
Like a bull in a China shop, Sparhawk, all 6'4" ducks through the doorway to the kitchen, his armor, sword and shield hindering his progress. Fortunately, Scarsguard had cleared a wide path for him and the party. He makes a mental note that the evenings fresh Salmon indeed looked like a special. [DM: Alignment check on Scarsguard please]
Fist takes you to a small office behind the kitchen. It is lowly lit with a couple of small whale oil lamps. He turns you all and says, “ the third Ship has some things needed doing that requires those not in the membership, so as not to bring suspicion back on the ship. But, being the leery type, he would like some evidence of yer competence and trustworthiness.” he pulls out a letter from a little desk. It has a wax seal bearing an official symbol of a noble house none of you recognize.
“ Yer first task is to deliver this letter to a fella at the arcane tower. His name is Irongrass, Kutoti Irongrass. Hand the letter to nobody but him. Under no circumstance. Just so we are clear, do not let this letter fall into the hands of anyone or anything other than Mr Irongrass. If asked by anyone of its Origin, you are delivering it at the Behest of Arcturo Harpell, out of Longsaddle. That should be enough to cease any inquiry.”
he will hand the letter to Sorsha.
“Meet me at dock 9 once you have delivered the letter.” And he ushers you back out into the main tavern. He will chuckle and look at Bjorn and say, “ there will be enough coin to buy a nicer bag and fill it as well.” And slaps him on the back
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"What's the catch Fist? Should we expect someone to interfer with this delivery? And who at the arcane tower are we supposed to deliver this letter to should we reach it alive? And most importantly Fist, what's in it for us?" Sorsha says sternly to the rotund goliath, standing in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest.
Sparhawk raises one eyebrow inquisitively above his crooked nose. "I appreciate you wanting to earn our trust first my friend Fist. I would do the same before hiring a group like us. But 6 of us to deliver one letter? Are you expecting trouble along the way?" Sparhawk looks at the others for thoughts, reinforcing Sorsha's concerns.
(Not sure I get it, can you tell us the answers then because I'm interested to know, like who we're delivering the letter to and what we're supposed to get for our troubles. :-)
(Not sure I get it, can you tell us the answers then because I'm interested to know, like who we're delivering the letter to and what we're supposed to get for our troubles. :-)
[DM edited the comment to include said info.]
"An easy enough task. This Irongrass, am I to understand he's a member of the Brotherhood?"
Vars crosses his arms, eyeing the letter in Sorsha's hand (or her pocket if she's already stowed it away). After a moment, he shrugs and says in a low voice so that only the group (and Fist) can hear. "Should be easy. As long as no one else knows who's been hired for the task." He looks expectantly at Fist, "I assume this is a secret, correct? So we don't bring suspicion back to the ship?" He turns to Sorsha and Sparhawk, "As long as no one knows we are the ones in charge of the delivery, we should be able to avoid trouble if we keep our heads down. Assuming there are no surprises waiting for us at the arcane tower."
Sorsha is standing with her arms crossed over her chest, listening to Fist's instructions, then nodding and accepting the letter from his hand, sliding it under her armor. As they get back out in the taproom she tries to make her team huddle up together a bit. "Alright crew, we should expect opposition on this run so keep your eyes open for any ambushes." She says, looking around to get everyones attention. "Before we go, anyone need to do any preparations? Anyone who knows a way to the Host Tower with not so many possible ambush sites? Sparhawk and Eberk, you take point, me and Frangipani will follow close to cover you while Vars and Bjorn cover our rear, savvy?" She says quickly, waiting briefly for questions.
"What's the rush? I know you trust this fellow, Sorsha, so I won't bother pointing out that house Suljack has two houses above it, against which it might be inclined to send clueless expendables to carry out some kind of treachery. Houses whose resources exceed those of our dear Mister Scarsguard, and who surely must place a high price on foreknowledge."
Bjorn removes his false arm, tossing it in a bin.
"However, even so, our friend gave us no deadline, and as such can claim no wrongdoing if we were to spend some time learning about the Hosttower, our recipient, or the various sorts of things one could conceal in an envelope if one were, for example, a Wizard."
"Well Bjorn, if Fist is waiting for us at dock 9 I believe he will a bit disappointed if we don't show up today at least. Also I think you might complicate the job a bit unnecessarily. I'm not sure what we're supposed to do with that information you mentioned. It is likely fairly straight forward. Others will probably try to interfer with this delivery and they would surely have no qualms about killing the messengers. And I'm not sure what good it would do us knowing about either the recipient or the content of this letter. It's likely a message not meant for our eyes, and we have no reason to try and find out, savvy?" Sorsha says sternly.
Bjorn grins widely. "I never suggested going directly against Fist's orders and opening the letter! Only... Well, in fact, does anyone recall him giving that particular order?"
"Whoah now, no need to get snippy," Vars says to Sorsha. "Both of you have fair points. I do think it would be wise to take a step back and look at our options. Like I said before, as long as no one knows to target us, I doubt we are in any immediate danger. However, we should take time to plot out our path. Do we want to take the most direct route to get there faster? Or do we want to play it safe?" He pauses, fingering the stone at his neck, "I can't say I'm not curious as to what this letter contains, but to Sorsha's point it doesn't really concern us. However, I also can't say I don't expect to meet trouble once we get closer to the tower. Personally, I would prefer to get this over and done with as fast as possible." He glances around as if thinking, "Does anyone know the best route? It has been a while since I've been through this city."
Edit: I didn't see Bjorn's last post before posting this.
Frangipani was following Fist...Mr. Fist? The Fister.....no, maybe not that one......out when the lads seemed to get into some disagreement over coin. She ignored them, if someone said they were paying for her that was good enough for her...and cheaper.
She cocked her head toward the door and winked to her captain.
As the group follows their new patron, Eberk hurries over to the barmaid and gives her 5 silver. “This should cover our tab.” Eberk turns towards the back to rejoin the group. “These half-shaved owl-bears,” He mutters under his breath.
"Before you're forced to look upon -- and smell! -- our road-weary countenances at length, surely you would prefer we take a hot bath, to wash off the dust and grime of travel. If you'd be so kind as to indicate the baths..." Bjorn ducks and sidesteps around knives and hot soup pans as they follow Fist through the kitchen.
Frangipani smelled her armpits and shrugged as she moved.
Vars shrugs, “I could use a bath. All of us could. A hot one would be nice. I haven’t had a hot bath in a while.” He smiles charmingly, “Though I would hate to keep our patron waiting.”
Sorsha gives the rotund goliath a quick smile, seemingly not in the mood to discuss her recent misfortune. "Yes, I thought I'd stick around a bit longer before joining the Kraken. We're all ready to get to work here I think Mr. Scarsguard." She says, standing up and getting her gear to follow their employer towards the kitchen. "He had some dealings with my former captain, spoke to him a couple of times, he should be a reliable employer." She says quickly to Vars in a lowered voice as she is about to leave the table. She doesn't comment on the banter of the others in the crew, a talkative lot she had gathered, but as long as they stayed focused while on the job it would be good for morale to keep spirits up.
Like a bull in a China shop, Sparhawk, all 6'4" ducks through the doorway to the kitchen, his armor, sword and shield hindering his progress. Fortunately, Scarsguard had cleared a wide path for him and the party. He makes a mental note that the evenings fresh Salmon indeed looked like a special. [DM: Alignment check on Scarsguard please]
( with your Paladin senses tingling you feel minor evil throughout the bar and in Fist. Much as you would expect in an occupation such as this.)
Fist takes you to a small office behind the kitchen. It is lowly lit with a couple of small whale oil lamps. He turns you all and says, “ the third Ship has some things needed doing that requires those not in the membership, so as not to bring suspicion back on the ship. But, being the leery type, he would like some evidence of yer competence and trustworthiness.”
he pulls out a letter from a little desk. It has a wax seal bearing an official symbol of a noble house none of you recognize.
“ Yer first task is to deliver this letter to a fella at the arcane tower. His name is Irongrass, Kutoti Irongrass. Hand the letter to nobody but him. Under no circumstance. Just so we are clear, do not let this letter fall into the hands of anyone or anything other than Mr Irongrass. If asked by anyone of its Origin, you are delivering it at the Behest of Arcturo Harpell, out of Longsaddle. That should be enough to cease any inquiry.”
he will hand the letter to Sorsha.
“Meet me at dock 9 once you have delivered the letter.” And he ushers you back out into the main tavern. He will chuckle and look at Bjorn and say, “ there will be enough coin to buy a nicer bag and fill it as well.” And slaps him on the back
"What's the catch Fist? Should we expect someone to interfer with this delivery? And who at the arcane tower are we supposed to deliver this letter to should we reach it alive? And most importantly Fist, what's in it for us?" Sorsha says sternly to the rotund goliath, standing in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest.Insight to determine truth in answer: 20Sparhawk raises one eyebrow inquisitively above his crooked nose. "I appreciate you wanting to earn our trust first my friend Fist. I would do the same before hiring a group like us. But 6 of us to deliver one letter? Are you expecting trouble along the way?" Sparhawk looks at the others for thoughts, reinforcing Sorsha's concerns.
( he ignores your questions. You can reckon you already know the answers…)
(Not sure I get it, can you tell us the answers then because I'm interested to know, like who we're delivering the letter to and what we're supposed to get for our troubles. :-)
[DM edited the comment to include said info.]
"An easy enough task. This Irongrass, am I to understand he's a member of the Brotherhood?"
Vars crosses his arms, eyeing the letter in Sorsha's hand (or her pocket if she's already stowed it away). After a moment, he shrugs and says in a low voice so that only the group (and Fist) can hear. "Should be easy. As long as no one else knows who's been hired for the task." He looks expectantly at Fist, "I assume this is a secret, correct? So we don't bring suspicion back to the ship?" He turns to Sorsha and Sparhawk, "As long as no one knows we are the ones in charge of the delivery, we should be able to avoid trouble if we keep our heads down. Assuming there are no surprises waiting for us at the arcane tower."
Sorsha is standing with her arms crossed over her chest, listening to Fist's instructions, then nodding and accepting the letter from his hand, sliding it under her armor. As they get back out in the taproom she tries to make her team huddle up together a bit. "Alright crew, we should expect opposition on this run so keep your eyes open for any ambushes." She says, looking around to get everyones attention. "Before we go, anyone need to do any preparations? Anyone who knows a way to the Host Tower with not so many possible ambush sites? Sparhawk and Eberk, you take point, me and Frangipani will follow close to cover you while Vars and Bjorn cover our rear, savvy?" She says quickly, waiting briefly for questions.
"What's the rush? I know you trust this fellow, Sorsha, so I won't bother pointing out that house Suljack has two houses above it, against which it might be inclined to send clueless expendables to carry out some kind of treachery. Houses whose resources exceed those of our dear Mister Scarsguard, and who surely must place a high price on foreknowledge."
Bjorn removes his false arm, tossing it in a bin.
"However, even so, our friend gave us no deadline, and as such can claim no wrongdoing if we were to spend some time learning about the Hosttower, our recipient, or the various sorts of things one could conceal in an envelope if one were, for example, a Wizard."
"Well Bjorn, if Fist is waiting for us at dock 9 I believe he will a bit disappointed if we don't show up today at least. Also I think you might complicate the job a bit unnecessarily. I'm not sure what we're supposed to do with that information you mentioned. It is likely fairly straight forward. Others will probably try to interfer with this delivery and they would surely have no qualms about killing the messengers. And I'm not sure what good it would do us knowing about either the recipient or the content of this letter. It's likely a message not meant for our eyes, and we have no reason to try and find out, savvy?" Sorsha says sternly.
Bjorn grins widely. "I never suggested going directly against Fist's orders and opening the letter! Only... Well, in fact, does anyone recall him giving that particular order?"
"Whoah now, no need to get snippy," Vars says to Sorsha. "Both of you have fair points. I do think it would be wise to take a step back and look at our options. Like I said before, as long as no one knows to target us, I doubt we are in any immediate danger. However, we should take time to plot out our path. Do we want to take the most direct route to get there faster? Or do we want to play it safe?" He pauses, fingering the stone at his neck, "I can't say I'm not curious as to what this letter contains, but to Sorsha's point it doesn't really concern us. However, I also can't say I don't expect to meet trouble once we get closer to the tower. Personally, I would prefer to get this over and done with as fast as possible." He glances around as if thinking, "Does anyone know the best route? It has been a while since I've been through this city."
Edit: I didn't see Bjorn's last post before posting this.