Bryn was starting to feel a bit uneasy with so many Watch soldiers converging on them and not trusting poor R4G3...a typical reaction here in Sharn to constructs overall. So he remained quiet, and small, and unassuming, and behind the larger folk, and in the back, and with a clear avenue of escape. In the rain and shadows, he would try to fade from their attention without physically leaving the area. If things went sideways, he would use all of his tricks to get Rylia and himself away from danger.
(OOC: You know how in a crowd of people talking and you kinda want to move on you just move a tiny step away every 10-15 seconds. Like when you shift your weight from one foot to another, then bring your feet together, shift weight, move a foot out a little, shift, etc. Yeah - he's just slowly positioning himself at the back without seeming to try to escape...yet!)
The male officer looks over the last papers and ID while the female brings the weapons and belongings of the warforged and shows them to the Lieutenant, whispering something to him.
(OOC: after the persuasion rolls, including a natural 20, I would say that they are quite convinced that you are the good guys!)
The dwarf looks over everyone once more as he shakes his head, and starts giving back your IDs and documents. "Seems the bundle of rocks is alive and has a weapon that matches the wound on that dead man there."
"Take the bodies to the ship... and the weapons as evidence! And let's go!" He shouts to subordinates.
"And as for you, best be off before you get into any more trouble, huh! Anyway, don't be leaving Sharn anytime soon... we may call on you yet.?"
So, look back at R4G3. "And you, my boy, try to arrange your documents. You have good friends and it seems that this brother of light is helping you. Enjoy! He says pointing to where Coltinar is. "You should know that you can't walk the streets of Sharn without papers, and not all Guards of Sharn have officers as understanding as I do." Says the dwarf while staring at R4G3 and drops the bag he was holding at his feet. warforged assassin, unpretentiously.
Then he turns towards the ship and walks quickly. "Come on, come on, we've got to find out who this poor man is and why that tin can murdered him! And I need a nice cup of barley!"
They enter the ship that disappears in the darkness.
The rain still persists, but much lighter now.
OOC: The airship is something like this. Those used living in Eberron knows that Airships are a recent development. Lyrandar’s first airships went into service in 990 YK (we are in 998 YK).
An airship is made using a soarwood hull. Soarwood is effectively weightless, though it’s not lighter than air. Arcana Magic and the Air elemental engine provides lift and keeps an airship in the air.
Bryn looks around at this collection of not-so-strangers-anymore. "You know, we make a pretty good team...one that could help right some wrongs in the city and earn some coin in the process. What would you all think about maintaining this partnership? You don't have to answer now, out here in the weather and at the end of a long day and evening. Go home, sleep on it, and tomorrow we can meet for an early lunch before Rylia and I start our routines again. OK?"
"Thank you... everyone," says while R4G3 sheepishly glances to his companions. "Thank you for helping with the guards."They sink down next to the bag that the officer dropped, "We've been told to be wary of the guard and that they will arrest us if they find us. Without you they would have taken us and, surely, they would have deactivated us, too. They must not find us again. And now they took this professor and that assassin," his regretful looks sets on Braxiel and he says, "I know that you wanted to find out who was responsible for your friends death."
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“Coming,” Arr responds and gets up quickly. They shoulder their pack with a meat cleaver, a broken pipe and a large sledgehammer attached to it. “Thanks for looking for papers for us. What do we have to do when we become a citizen of Sharn?” They ask in higher spirits already.
(OOC: I usually write on phone and can format text either by reducing the website (font) size setting to 50% or turn the phone sideways. Both ways the toolbar reappears for me.)
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Rylia nods in agreement with Bryn. "We certainly have some time tomorrow. I would be curious to know what that sphere was. Has anyone seen anything like that before?" She tries to recall if she ever read about such a thing in regards to warforged. (Arcana: 7)
You are chatting each other about the last events, organizing yourself to leave, and trying to find your way to go, when you are approached by another cloaked figure, you don't know very well coming from where. At this time, is a middle-age male human hood pulled tight to keep out the few raindrops that still fall. He holds his hands close to his chest, which seems to be on purpose, but is not clear if the intention is to show he´s unarmed or shows the signet ring that he is wearing, and the symbol emblazoned on it.
“If you would know the truth of Bonal Geldem’s murder, go to the Broken Anvil tavern. Someone will be waiting for you.” He says, with a low-tone voice and leaving you a piece of paper where is only written;
"The Broken Anvil - Mason’s Tower and a designed map with the directions"
Before anyone has time to ask questions, the figure turns away and, so quickly as appears, disappears into the night.
“Huh, who was that?” Arr stares into the night. “Do you think he wants us to go now? Isn’t it quite late for those who need to sleep?”
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Braxiel is now lost in the book he found, studying it for its arcane knowledge. But he will follow the group.
Braxiel is concentrated trying to study the book. He see that it's looks like a small journal, measuring 3 by 6 inches and 1 inch thick. It has a cover of brown leather with strands of Mithral-thread icon on the front cover. Inside, every page is blank, but the sheets have a strange feel; they don't seem to be paper or leather, but something not readily identifiable.
OOC: I assume that Braxiel has the book and Bryn has the rest of the Professor's thing's, is that correct?
Anyone take the warforged bag left by the Watch on the ground?
Brother Coltinar will try to see any detail on the mystery individuals.
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Tall male middle-age human, his cloak seems to have high quality. I would say that you could recognise that the symbol emblazoned in the signet ring that he was wearing is the symbol of Dragonmarked House Canith, that own the Mark of Making.
The symbol is the same in the cover of the journal that Braxiel is studying, but he was so concentrated that didn't pay attention in the individual
Brother Coltinar will grab the bag the officer left on the ground.
"If I could see the book for a moment Braxiel will things are still fresh in my mind?" If allowed he looks it over and confirms to the others, "The person we just met has a signet ring the same as the books cover. It is the symbol of Dragonmarked House Canith, that own the Mark of Making. Let's head to the Broken Anvil folks. Unless you have other plans?"
Brother Coltinar will head that direction when the others are ready to go.
"If I may recommend....Bryn and Paladin up front, Braxiel and Rylia in the middle and Arr and myself last as we move about?"
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Rylia nods in agreement with Bryn. "We certainly have some time tomorrow. I would be curious to know what that sphere was. Has anyone seen anything like that before?" She tries to recall if she ever read about such a thing in regards to warforged. (Arcana: 8)
Rylia remembers reading at some point about small magical constructs that are building to send a message in some situation.
"Let's not rush into anything. It is late, we need to rest, and I would like to retrieve my bow and quiver and other tools before we begin this. Tomorrow morning should be fine to go to this tavern..." Bryn says with as much authority as the half-elf can manage.
(OOC: Yes, Bryn has the professor's bag. Assuming it's after midnight - we closed down one tavern already! Strongly recommend taking a long rest and reconvening in the morning at The Broken Anvil.)
Bryn was starting to feel a bit uneasy with so many Watch soldiers converging on them and not trusting poor R4G3...a typical reaction here in Sharn to constructs overall. So he remained quiet, and small, and unassuming, and behind the larger folk, and in the back, and with a clear avenue of escape. In the rain and shadows, he would try to fade from their attention without physically leaving the area. If things went sideways, he would use all of his tricks to get Rylia and himself away from danger.
(OOC: You know how in a crowd of people talking and you kinda want to move on you just move a tiny step away every 10-15 seconds. Like when you shift your weight from one foot to another, then bring your feet together, shift weight, move a foot out a little, shift, etc. Yeah - he's just slowly positioning himself at the back without seeming to try to escape...yet!)
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The male officer looks over the last papers and ID while the female brings the weapons and belongings of the warforged and shows them to the Lieutenant, whispering something to him.
(OOC: after the persuasion rolls, including a natural 20, I would say that they are quite convinced that you are the good guys!)
The dwarf looks over everyone once more as he shakes his head, and starts giving back your IDs and documents. "Seems the bundle of rocks is alive and has a weapon that matches the wound on that dead man there."
"Take the bodies to the ship... and the weapons as evidence! And let's go!" He shouts to subordinates.
"And as for you, best be off before you get into any more trouble, huh! Anyway, don't be leaving Sharn anytime soon... we may call on you yet.?"
So, look back at R4G3. "And you, my boy, try to arrange your documents. You have good friends and it seems that this brother of light is helping you. Enjoy! He says pointing to where Coltinar is.
"You should know that you can't walk the streets of Sharn without papers, and not all Guards of Sharn have officers as understanding as I do." Says the dwarf while staring at R4G3 and drops the bag he was holding at his feet. warforged assassin, unpretentiously.
Then he turns towards the ship and walks quickly. "Come on, come on, we've got to find out who this poor man is and why that tin can murdered him! And I need a nice cup of barley!"
They enter the ship that disappears in the darkness.
The rain still persists, but much lighter now.
OOC: The airship is something like this.
Those used living in Eberron knows that Airships are a recent development. Lyrandar’s first airships went into service in 990 YK (we are in 998 YK).
An airship is made using a soarwood hull. Soarwood is effectively weightless, though it’s not lighter than air. Arcana Magic and the Air elemental engine provides lift and keeps an airship in the air.
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Bryn looks around at this collection of not-so-strangers-anymore. "You know, we make a pretty good team...one that could help right some wrongs in the city and earn some coin in the process. What would you all think about maintaining this partnership? You don't have to answer now, out here in the weather and at the end of a long day and evening. Go home, sleep on it, and tomorrow we can meet for an early lunch before Rylia and I start our routines again. OK?"
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"Thank you... everyone," says while R4G3 sheepishly glances to his companions. "Thank you for helping with the guards." They sink down next to the bag that the officer dropped, "We've been told to be wary of the guard and that they will arrest us if they find us. Without you they would have taken us and, surely, they would have deactivated us, too. They must not find us again. And now they took this professor and that assassin," his regretful looks sets on Braxiel and he says, "I know that you wanted to find out who was responsible for your friends death."
Sorry, I'm beginning to enter a vacation period and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
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Brother Coltinar comments, “I’d say we need some rest and then Arr and Paladin and I will go see about some paperwork for Arr.”
”Everyone did a good job my new friends. So we meet back here sounds good.”
“Let’s go Paladin, Arr unless you prefer to stay elsewhere?”
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“Coming,” Arr responds and gets up quickly. They shoulder their pack with a meat cleaver, a broken pipe and a large sledgehammer attached to it. “Thanks for looking for papers for us. What do we have to do when we become a citizen of Sharn?” They ask in higher spirits already.
(OOC: I usually write on phone and can format text either by reducing the website (font) size setting to 50% or turn the phone sideways. Both ways the toolbar reappears for me.)
Sorry, I'm beginning to enter a vacation period and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
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Paladin points confidently in a direction, then stops. Puts a hand on one hip. Looks around. Starts to point another direction.
"I'm sure it was... Oh bother. I forget. I have a tendency to get lost here."
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Rylia nods in agreement with Bryn. "We certainly have some time tomorrow. I would be curious to know what that sphere was. Has anyone seen anything like that before?" She tries to recall if she ever read about such a thing in regards to warforged. (Arcana: 7)
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You are chatting each other about the last events, organizing yourself to leave, and trying to find your way to go, when you are approached by another cloaked figure, you don't know very well coming from where. At this time, is a middle-age male human hood pulled tight to keep out the few raindrops that still fall. He holds his hands close to his chest, which seems to be on purpose, but is not clear if the intention is to show he´s unarmed or shows the signet ring that he is wearing, and the symbol emblazoned on it.
“If you would know the truth of Bonal Geldem’s murder, go to the Broken Anvil tavern. Someone will be waiting for you.” He says, with a low-tone voice and leaving you a piece of paper where is only written;
"The Broken Anvil - Mason’s Tower and a designed map with the directions"
Before anyone has time to ask questions, the figure turns away and, so quickly as appears, disappears into the night.
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“Huh, who was that?” Arr stares into the night. “Do you think he wants us to go now? Isn’t it quite late for those who need to sleep?”
Sorry, I'm beginning to enter a vacation period and while I will try to check-in at least daily, I cannot promise that I will always be able to do so. From September 1, I should be back to normal.
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Braxiel is now lost in the book he found, studying it for its arcane knowledge. But he will follow the group.
Brother Coltinar will try to see any detail on the mystery individuals.
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Braxiel is concentrated trying to study the book. He see that it's looks like a small journal, measuring 3 by 6 inches and 1 inch thick. It has a cover of brown leather with strands of Mithral-thread icon on the front cover. Inside, every page is blank, but the sheets have a strange feel; they don't seem to be paper or leather, but something not readily identifiable.
OOC: I assume that Braxiel has the book and Bryn has the rest of the Professor's thing's, is that correct?
Anyone take the warforged bag left by the Watch on the ground?
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake
Tall male middle-age human, his cloak seems to have high quality. I would say that you could recognise that the symbol emblazoned in the signet ring that he was wearing is the symbol of Dragonmarked House Canith, that own the Mark of Making.
The symbol is the same in the cover of the journal that Braxiel is studying, but he was so concentrated that didn't pay attention in the individual
DM The Shadows & the Forgotten Forge Thaurea Wolf Tholake
Braxiel will pull out a pencil and scratch on a page to see if he can see the writing.
Brother Coltinar will grab the bag the officer left on the ground.
"If I could see the book for a moment Braxiel will things are still fresh in my mind?" If allowed he looks it over and confirms to the others, "The person we just met has a signet ring the same as the books cover. It is the symbol of Dragonmarked House Canith, that own the Mark of Making. Let's head to the Broken Anvil folks. Unless you have other plans?"
Brother Coltinar will head that direction when the others are ready to go.
"If I may recommend....Bryn and Paladin up front, Braxiel and Rylia in the middle and Arr and myself last as we move about?"
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Nothing appears when you write
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Rylia remembers reading at some point about small magical constructs that are building to send a message in some situation.
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"Let's not rush into anything. It is late, we need to rest, and I would like to retrieve my bow and quiver and other tools before we begin this. Tomorrow morning should be fine to go to this tavern..." Bryn says with as much authority as the half-elf can manage.
(OOC: Yes, Bryn has the professor's bag. Assuming it's after midnight - we closed down one tavern already! Strongly recommend taking a long rest and reconvening in the morning at The Broken Anvil.)
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“I am going to study this book more in my home study since I really don’t sleep but I am engaged in finding the truth behind all of this.”