Elk Running considers the task. "The heat of blood should melt the ice, unless their blood already ran cold? But to plant a knife in the back of the foe is not honorable. They should instead be challenged in combat, or punished otherwise according to the ways of your people. But without the cowardice of trickery."
Looking between Naraeld and Elk Running, the corners of Hlin’s mouth twitch. “These notions of what is honorable or what the law allows, they will get you killed out here. If you see someone or something that needs to be put down, you do it and, if you’re lucky, you survive. This here is the wilderness, not some noble court where people slap each other with gloves while healers standby. Make sure Saphek’s our man and, if he is, get him gone. Markham would give him a hearing, maybe ship him to that prison up north, but that could make him a hero or a martyr, a continuing danger to us all. I would just make him a dead man; it’s better in the long run. What’s another body in the snow? Plus my way’s more lucrative.”
”You do this however you want. I’m not fussy. But if you drag him to the Sheriff, you’ll get neither thanks nor gold from me. It is your decision.”
Blackberry looks at Naraeld curiously. "Well, I was sort-of hoping that when they came to kill me, that you guys would protect me. Is that not the case?"
Turning to the rest of the group. "I think we should investigate the murders. I want to. It's the right thing to do to help out these poor desperate people. I know what it means to feel trapped, with no sense of control over your own life. The people of the Ten Towns are not there yet, but they are drawing close. Let's help them see that goodness, mercy and justice are not just nice words for sunny summer days, or for rich people in fine houses. Let's show them that decency matters, that looking out for your neighbor makes everyone stronger, and that giving in to fear and fear-mongering does not prevent bad things, it only makes you powerless to overcome them.
"Hlin, I am still suspicious of you. You want us to murder someone, with very flimsy evidence, based solely on your word that he is the killer, and you're willing to pay us to do it. I am small, and I am weak, but I am no hired assassin. I will figure out the true story of what happened to those poor souls, and I will see that the villain is held accountable before the people, not just left to rot in some snow bank. The rest of you are welcome to aid me or to try to stop me, but this dwarf is no longer part of the equation, except as a suspect."
With that, the harengon hops down from the table and begins to don his outdoor winter gear.
Hlin looks at the remaining party members. “If you catch him, Kaltro’s not likely to come along willingly. If you find you have to kill him in the line of duty, I doubt Markham will care and you can collect from me. I’ll ask no questions. I’ll even pay your sanctimonious rabbit friend.” With that, she turns back to her meal and resumes eating.
"I can empathize with your indignation,Hlin Trollbane. However, we've learned alarming things today about pointless sacrifices to a heartless winter goddess, so please be patient with our skepticism. Before we depart, is there anything else you can tell us about Sephek Kaltro and Torrga Icevein? How will we know them when we see them? It is particularly important that we identify Kaltro correctly, lest we make ourselves murderers and heap injustice upon injustice in this harsh, unjust land."
After Trollbane replies, Eva joins Aubin by the door.
Hlin nods. “Torrga is a piece of work. She runs the trading caravan and I’d like to know exactly how she collects her wares. She acts as a pawnbroker, I know, and also does work as a loan shark. I believe she also acts as an in-between for people seeking a discrete beating or assassination. She is not one to cross lightly; if you can avoid catching her attention, it would be better for you. She is of an age with me and has a trained puffin that rides on her shoulder. Watch the bird, there’s something not right there.”
“Kaltro is human and acts as Torrga’s bodyguard, second-in-command, enforcer, and foreman. He orders around her crew and they treat him with absolute obedience, though some are bigger. He has long graying hair and cold blue eyes. As I’ve said, he also dresses unusually lightly for the weather.” Here she smirks.
Focusing on Eva, she says, “Was that someone you are looking for earlier?” Her eyes soften.“The only one of the dead I knew by sight was Gundrar, the damn fool. We can’t pick our blood, can we? You might ask in Targos, as the one who died there was human.”
Assuming you have no more questions, she goes back to her stew.
Sabetha is uneasy. Is Icewind Dale really so far gone that it is down to kill or be killed? I still don't understand how we prove anything unless Sephek Kaltro admits it. And why would he do that? Unless he is confident of being able to defeat us... perhaps we induce him to underestimate us?
She takes her leave of Hlin and joins the others walking out the door. "Well we've been assigned one job. So now we split up?"
"Naraeld and Aubin to the House of the Morning Lord. Eva and I to the Geldenstag's Rest to ask after Dannika on another quest I hope we can do opportunistically as we travel. Rest of you are welcome to come with us or go about your own business. Goes without saying, everyone keep an ear out for rumors on where Torrga's trading caravan last headed. Meet back in a few hours at the dwarven safe-house to decide which way to go?"
Sabetha speaks quietly, worried about coming off as bossy. Only trying to make sure that this diverse group has a cohesive plan of some sort.
Naraeld nods to Hlin at her compromising offer, "Murder without provocation is a different barrel of trout to defending yourself to survive Hlin. Our ways separate us from savagery, and without those laws, or concepts like honour and justice, the towns are worse off than the nomads." He turns and joins the others, stepping onto the street as he listen's to Sabetha's direction.
She certainly acts like she leads the group, though it is hard to tell whether the others see or even care about it. Though so far as he has heard she hasn't proposed anything stupid, and sometimes just telling people to do what is obvious will teach them to follow your commands without them even realising. She was definitely one to watch, though so we're each of the group in their own way.
Naraeld signals to Auvin, "Follow me, and when we arrive remember you are in a place of worship, it is polite to remove your hat."
Blackberry is actually going to separate from the others and wander about town looking for merchants. He will make inquiries if any of them have knowledge of Torrga's trading caravan, and if they have any idea of its current location or the schedule on which it operates. Is there a regular visit to each town, or is it random? Do they know of a way to contact Torrga if they have a need for something? He will offer up to 5 gp for information if the source seems trustworthy.
Sabetha, hoping that she's gotten implicit agreement from everyone to meet back at the dwarven safe-house, heads back to the Geldenstag's Rest Inn to look for Dannika (and possibly Beldora). Presumably accompanied by Eva. If so, she ventures:
"If you like, perhaps we can also keep an eye out for someone that can mend the... tears in your clothing?"
You make your way through the winding streets of Bryn Shander. As you walk by, many people see Naraeld and smile or say "Hello." The number increases as you approach your destination. It is clear he is well-liked in this part of town. Eventually, Naraeld leads you to a modest home on the outskirts of the northeast market square that has been converted into a house of worship. As you enter, you can see that much of the interior space has been cleared out to make room for pews, an altar, a shrine to the Morninglord, and a raised pulpit. There are doorways leading to other rooms in the back of the chapel space. There is a small, fuzzy creature walking between the pews, looking almost like an upright bear cub. It stops, looks up (and up) at Naraeld, spits out, "Oh, it's you" and shouts toward the back, "Your cub's here, priestess!" You see now that it is a gnome, dressed in some sort of fur outfit that covers most of his body. He huffs and pushes his way through all of you, heading out into the last hours of day.
After the gnome's shout, you hear a shout from the back of the chapel and hear running. Bursting through a door is a middle-aged human woman, dressed as a cleric of Amaunator, running toward Naraeld. She reaches him and envelops him in a bear hug. "Nara," she says, "It's been too long! Look at you, all skin and bones. Have you been eating lots of blubber like I told you? It is good for the kidneys and the bowels. You must take care of your bowels!"
Looking beyond him, she sees Aubin and Elk Running. "Oh," she says, "Hello. Are you here with Nara?" Looking at Naraeld, she says, "Why didn't you warn me you were bringing friends? I must look a mess." Then, turning back to the others, she says, "My name is Mishann. I am a priest of Amaunator and the curate of this shrine to the Morninglord. Please excuse the clutter. I don't get as many congregants lately as I'd like and, well, things have gotten a little loosey-goosey."The chapel seems immaculate to you.
"Come on back," she says, "I have some chowder on the fire. If you're like Naraeld, it's probably been days since you've had a proper meal." With that, she turns on her heel and heads toward the back of the chapel. At the door, she turns and looks at all of you. "Well, what are you waiting for?" With that, she disappears into the back.
Sabetha and Eva:
You arrive at the Geldenstag's Rest Inn just after noon. As you walk in, you see Myrtle comforting a half-elf who seems downtrodden, gathering up papers that have been spread across a table. Myrtle looks up as you enter and says, "Ah! I knew it. I told you they would come and here they are! This is Sabetha Rai and Eva Tudor. They came here yesterday asking after you. And now you are all here. How wonderful!"
The half-elf looks up at you. She is of noble bearing, but skinny, pale, and looking a little undernourished. She wears spectacles and has the look of someone who spends long hours reading by candlelight. Her dark hair is tied up in a bun, revealing her unusual ears, half between human and elf.
She asks, "Really? You've come to help me? You're the first, the first in...weeks of waiting. I am so grateful. I promise this job will bring you no harm and it may well be the key to ending this horrible unending winter." She stops, seeing Myrtle eagerly listening, and says, "Perhaps we should discuss this upstairs." She gathers her papers and motions for you to follow.
Blackberry:
Blackberryheads out into the streets, trying to remember the merchants that he knows. There are the dwarves at Blackiron Blades, the dwarves at the safe house, the herbalist Halla, Scramshaw (an innkeeper, but sort of a merchant). He also knows of a tanner, a cooper, a tailor, and a couple local artisans who frequented the Northlook (one specialized in whalebone figurines, the other in jewelry from the mines of Termalaine). He wonders which would be the best bet for finding information about Torg's caravan and its movements.
Blackberry will begin his inquiries with the jeweler, and then the whalebone artisan. He'll then go down the list, until he finds good information or runs out of time to make the group rendezvous.
Elk Running likes Mishann. The ways of the faith are foreign to her, but hospitality is the universal prayer. And who would turn away hot chowder?
“Well met, Mishann. I am called Elk Running, of the Moonwoods, and now of the Dale. A hot meal would be most welcome. In return perchance you are desirous of work? It is my way to show thanks through labor.”
As the group pass through the streets, Naraeld returns the greetings from passers-by with polite nods or waves of acknowledgement of those who recognise him. He speaks very little, and his direction is as simple as allowing you to follow in his footsteps through the town. He does check back occasionally that Elk and Aubyn are still following, a quick glance over his shoulder before or after turning a corner. As the town house draws into view he stops a moment and points ahead, "There she is, our little temple to Amauntor. Do not expect much formality when we enter." His tone is the warmest you have heard it, a genuine fondness for the place cushions the words.
Opening the doors without even pausing hin his stride, the big figure enters the building and ushers you inside before closing the door and stepping forwards again. He chuckles as the gnome shouts through and when Mishann comes out the facade of a hardened warrior is utterly destroyed. Naraeld allowing Mishann to almost wrap her arms around him whilst a single one of his hooks around the breadth of her shoulders. The whirlwind of questions leaves no room for him to respond with words, though his eyes tell Elk and Aubyn that he expected nothing less and probably years of experience have taught the young man to hold his tongue until Mishann paused for a long enough breath. As the three follow to the rear of the temple, Naraeld addresses his companions with a sardonic tone, "Allow me to present the priest of this temple, my mother, Mishann. Best we sit and you can ask your questions between mouthfuls."
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Elk Running considers the task. "The heat of blood should melt the ice, unless their blood already ran cold? But to plant a knife in the back of the foe is not honorable. They should instead be challenged in combat, or punished otherwise according to the ways of your people. But without the cowardice of trickery."
Looking between Naraeld and Elk Running, the corners of Hlin’s mouth twitch. “These notions of what is honorable or what the law allows, they will get you killed out here. If you see someone or something that needs to be put down, you do it and, if you’re lucky, you survive. This here is the wilderness, not some noble court where people slap each other with gloves while healers standby. Make sure Saphek’s our man and, if he is, get him gone. Markham would give him a hearing, maybe ship him to that prison up north, but that could make him a hero or a martyr, a continuing danger to us all. I would just make him a dead man; it’s better in the long run. What’s another body in the snow? Plus my way’s more lucrative.”
”You do this however you want. I’m not fussy. But if you drag him to the Sheriff, you’ll get neither thanks nor gold from me. It is your decision.”
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Blackberry looks at Naraeld curiously. "Well, I was sort-of hoping that when they came to kill me, that you guys would protect me. Is that not the case?"
Turning to the rest of the group. "I think we should investigate the murders. I want to. It's the right thing to do to help out these poor desperate people. I know what it means to feel trapped, with no sense of control over your own life. The people of the Ten Towns are not there yet, but they are drawing close. Let's help them see that goodness, mercy and justice are not just nice words for sunny summer days, or for rich people in fine houses. Let's show them that decency matters, that looking out for your neighbor makes everyone stronger, and that giving in to fear and fear-mongering does not prevent bad things, it only makes you powerless to overcome them.
"Hlin, I am still suspicious of you. You want us to murder someone, with very flimsy evidence, based solely on your word that he is the killer, and you're willing to pay us to do it. I am small, and I am weak, but I am no hired assassin. I will figure out the true story of what happened to those poor souls, and I will see that the villain is held accountable before the people, not just left to rot in some snow bank. The rest of you are welcome to aid me or to try to stop me, but this dwarf is no longer part of the equation, except as a suspect."
With that, the harengon hops down from the table and begins to don his outdoor winter gear.
Aubin waits by the door
Hlin looks at the remaining party members. “If you catch him, Kaltro’s not likely to come along willingly. If you find you have to kill him in the line of duty, I doubt Markham will care and you can collect from me. I’ll ask no questions. I’ll even pay your sanctimonious rabbit friend.” With that, she turns back to her meal and resumes eating.
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"I can empathize with your indignation, Hlin Trollbane. However, we've learned alarming things today about pointless sacrifices to a heartless winter goddess, so please be patient with our skepticism. Before we depart, is there anything else you can tell us about Sephek Kaltro and Torrga Icevein? How will we know them when we see them? It is particularly important that we identify Kaltro correctly, lest we make ourselves murderers and heap injustice upon injustice in this harsh, unjust land."
After Trollbane replies, Eva joins Aubin by the door.
Hlin nods. “Torrga is a piece of work. She runs the trading caravan and I’d like to know exactly how she collects her wares. She acts as a pawnbroker, I know, and also does work as a loan shark. I believe she also acts as an in-between for people seeking a discrete beating or assassination. She is not one to cross lightly; if you can avoid catching her attention, it would be better for you. She is of an age with me and has a trained puffin that rides on her shoulder. Watch the bird, there’s something not right there.”
“Kaltro is human and acts as Torrga’s bodyguard, second-in-command, enforcer, and foreman. He orders around her crew and they treat him with absolute obedience, though some are bigger. He has long graying hair and cold blue eyes. As I’ve said, he also dresses unusually lightly for the weather.” Here she smirks.
Focusing on Eva, she says, “Was that someone you are looking for earlier?” Her eyes soften. “The only one of the dead I knew by sight was Gundrar, the damn fool. We can’t pick our blood, can we? You might ask in Targos, as the one who died there was human.”
Assuming you have no more questions, she goes back to her stew.
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Sabetha is uneasy. Is Icewind Dale really so far gone that it is down to kill or be killed? I still don't understand how we prove anything unless Sephek Kaltro admits it. And why would he do that? Unless he is confident of being able to defeat us... perhaps we induce him to underestimate us?
She takes her leave of Hlin and joins the others walking out the door. "Well we've been assigned one job. So now we split up?"
"Naraeld and Aubin to the House of the Morning Lord. Eva and I to the Geldenstag's Rest to ask after Dannika on another quest I hope we can do opportunistically as we travel. Rest of you are welcome to come with us or go about your own business. Goes without saying, everyone keep an ear out for rumors on where Torrga's trading caravan last headed. Meet back in a few hours at the dwarven safe-house to decide which way to go?"
Sabetha speaks quietly, worried about coming off as bossy. Only trying to make sure that this diverse group has a cohesive plan of some sort.
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Dyson/Eleo(Cleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(Druid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(Sorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(Fighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(Monk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(Cleric3/Sorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Naraeld nods to Hlin at her compromising offer, "Murder without provocation is a different barrel of trout to defending yourself to survive Hlin. Our ways separate us from savagery, and without those laws, or concepts like honour and justice, the towns are worse off than the nomads." He turns and joins the others, stepping onto the street as he listen's to Sabetha's direction.
She certainly acts like she leads the group, though it is hard to tell whether the others see or even care about it. Though so far as he has heard she hasn't proposed anything stupid, and sometimes just telling people to do what is obvious will teach them to follow your commands without them even realising. She was definitely one to watch, though so we're each of the group in their own way.
Naraeld signals to Auvin, "Follow me, and when we arrive remember you are in a place of worship, it is polite to remove your hat."
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Blackberry follows Sabetha.
Aubin follows Naraeld. "I will take off my hat when we get there"
"I will visit upon the house of your gods," Elk Running says to Aubin and Naraeld. "May be they will grant us their favor in the dark days ahead."
Blackberry is actually going to separate from the others and wander about town looking for merchants. He will make inquiries if any of them have knowledge of Torrga's trading caravan, and if they have any idea of its current location or the schedule on which it operates. Is there a regular visit to each town, or is it random? Do they know of a way to contact Torrga if they have a need for something? He will offer up to 5 gp for information if the source seems trustworthy.
Sabetha, hoping that she's gotten implicit agreement from everyone to meet back at the dwarven safe-house, heads back to the Geldenstag's Rest Inn to look for Dannika (and possibly Beldora). Presumably accompanied by Eva. If so, she ventures:
"If you like, perhaps we can also keep an eye out for someone that can mend the... tears in your clothing?"
Tanis(Ranger1): Shiverquill's Tempest City | Xarian(Fighter2): NioNSwiper's Tyranny of Dragons | Lyra(Warlock2/Bard4): VitusW's Silverwood Forest
Dyson/Eleo(Cleric4): Vos' Beyond the Veil | Soren(Druid5): Bartjeebus' Ravenloft | Ophelia(Sorcerer4): Ashen_Age's Risen from the Sands
Joren(Fighter6): NotDrizzt's Simple Request | Sabetha(Monk3): Bedlymn's Murder Court | Seri(Cleric3/Sorcerer1): Bartjeebus' Greyhawk
Eva accompanies Sabetha. "Yes, a seamster would be welcome. Thank you for your solicitude."
Naraeld, Aubin, and Elk Running:
You make your way through the winding streets of Bryn Shander. As you walk by, many people see Naraeld and smile or say "Hello." The number increases as you approach your destination. It is clear he is well-liked in this part of town. Eventually, Naraeld leads you to a modest home on the outskirts of the northeast market square that has been converted into a house of worship. As you enter, you can see that much of the interior space has been cleared out to make room for pews, an altar, a shrine to the Morninglord, and a raised pulpit. There are doorways leading to other rooms in the back of the chapel space. There is a small, fuzzy creature walking between the pews, looking almost like an upright bear cub. It stops, looks up (and up) at Naraeld, spits out, "Oh, it's you" and shouts toward the back, "Your cub's here, priestess!" You see now that it is a gnome, dressed in some sort of fur outfit that covers most of his body. He huffs and pushes his way through all of you, heading out into the last hours of day.
After the gnome's shout, you hear a shout from the back of the chapel and hear running. Bursting through a door is a middle-aged human woman, dressed as a cleric of Amaunator, running toward Naraeld. She reaches him and envelops him in a bear hug. "Nara," she says, "It's been too long! Look at you, all skin and bones. Have you been eating lots of blubber like I told you? It is good for the kidneys and the bowels. You must take care of your bowels!"
Looking beyond him, she sees Aubin and Elk Running. "Oh," she says, "Hello. Are you here with Nara?" Looking at Naraeld, she says, "Why didn't you warn me you were bringing friends? I must look a mess." Then, turning back to the others, she says, "My name is Mishann. I am a priest of Amaunator and the curate of this shrine to the Morninglord. Please excuse the clutter. I don't get as many congregants lately as I'd like and, well, things have gotten a little loosey-goosey." The chapel seems immaculate to you.
"Come on back," she says, "I have some chowder on the fire. If you're like Naraeld, it's probably been days since you've had a proper meal." With that, she turns on her heel and heads toward the back of the chapel. At the door, she turns and looks at all of you. "Well, what are you waiting for?" With that, she disappears into the back.
Sabetha and Eva:
You arrive at the Geldenstag's Rest Inn just after noon. As you walk in, you see Myrtle comforting a half-elf who seems downtrodden, gathering up papers that have been spread across a table. Myrtle looks up as you enter and says, "Ah! I knew it. I told you they would come and here they are! This is Sabetha Rai and Eva Tudor. They came here yesterday asking after you. And now you are all here. How wonderful!"
The half-elf looks up at you. She is of noble bearing, but skinny, pale, and looking a little undernourished. She wears spectacles and has the look of someone who spends long hours reading by candlelight. Her dark hair is tied up in a bun, revealing her unusual ears, half between human and elf.
She asks, "Really? You've come to help me? You're the first, the first in...weeks of waiting. I am so grateful. I promise this job will bring you no harm and it may well be the key to ending this horrible unending winter." She stops, seeing Myrtle eagerly listening, and says, "Perhaps we should discuss this upstairs." She gathers her papers and motions for you to follow.
Blackberry:
Blackberry heads out into the streets, trying to remember the merchants that he knows. There are the dwarves at Blackiron Blades, the dwarves at the safe house, the herbalist Halla, Scramshaw (an innkeeper, but sort of a merchant). He also knows of a tanner, a cooper, a tailor, and a couple local artisans who frequented the Northlook (one specialized in whalebone figurines, the other in jewelry from the mines of Termalaine). He wonders which would be the best bet for finding information about Torg's caravan and its movements.
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Aubin takes off his hat "Thanks for the food. I have come to ask you for advice on a personal matter"
Blackberry will begin his inquiries with the jeweler, and then the whalebone artisan. He'll then go down the list, until he finds good information or runs out of time to make the group rendezvous.
Elk Running likes Mishann. The ways of the faith are foreign to her, but hospitality is the universal prayer. And who would turn away hot chowder?
“Well met, Mishann. I am called Elk Running, of the Moonwoods, and now of the Dale. A hot meal would be most welcome. In return perchance you are desirous of work? It is my way to show thanks through labor.”
As the group pass through the streets, Naraeld returns the greetings from passers-by with polite nods or waves of acknowledgement of those who recognise him. He speaks very little, and his direction is as simple as allowing you to follow in his footsteps through the town. He does check back occasionally that Elk and Aubyn are still following, a quick glance over his shoulder before or after turning a corner. As the town house draws into view he stops a moment and points ahead, "There she is, our little temple to Amauntor. Do not expect much formality when we enter." His tone is the warmest you have heard it, a genuine fondness for the place cushions the words.
Opening the doors without even pausing hin his stride, the big figure enters the building and ushers you inside before closing the door and stepping forwards again. He chuckles as the gnome shouts through and when Mishann comes out the facade of a hardened warrior is utterly destroyed. Naraeld allowing Mishann to almost wrap her arms around him whilst a single one of his hooks around the breadth of her shoulders. The whirlwind of questions leaves no room for him to respond with words, though his eyes tell Elk and Aubyn that he expected nothing less and probably years of experience have taught the young man to hold his tongue until Mishann paused for a long enough breath. As the three follow to the rear of the temple, Naraeld addresses his companions with a sardonic tone, "Allow me to present the priest of this temple, my mother, Mishann. Best we sit and you can ask your questions between mouthfuls."
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