I accidentlly typed the wrong name, it's Lord Ekkotader.
" Lord Ekkotader, or Vobarn Ekkotader, is the Lors of Keys of the Council of Melvaunt. He is resposinble for keeping the bugdet and the city's treasury in check as well as in charge of gaurds of Melvaunt. He has a lot of influence in the Council, though mainly through corruption and bribery, he has been nominated as one of the Candidates to take over my position as High Chancellor of Melvaunt."
"Quite the motivator I must say. So how shall we proceed? It would seem we can't go at this Ekkotader with out solid proof. If I am to assume you tell us true, and I do, Nilavors life may not be in immediate danger but he will be tortured, drained to the point of death. Allowed to heal either by magical or practical means only to be drained again. Terribly gruesome existence I would say but a tenable one. We must find a way to connect him to this treachery."
Cyrano paces back and forth across the room. He twirls his cane, occasionally tapping it on h8s shouoder. His little gnomish mind has latched onto a puzzle and you can tell he won't let go.
To do that we must get close to him. We could try the manager, talent, protection gambit.
Cyrano gestures to himself, then Fĵorn, then Vadania.
"No living being should be treated such," Vadania says with some ire.
"That said, we are talking about 'dealings' in some very high level political circles. Those NDAs sold our lives away - what protections do they offer - if any?"
"No. You have not sold your lives away. You are simply forbidden from talking about Nilavor's speacial case. You are allowed to go about your life as you please as long as you don't yap your mouth.", Lord Abt gave a frustrated sigh and turned to Cyrano.
"Yes, my seat is a possible motivator, I also presume that he may want to recreate the potion of immortality. I am not aware of ots completes components list but I do know that you do need Blood of Healing."
“Cyrano any idea you have I’m with you. A potion of immortality sounds unreal but would be the cause of such trouble. Blood of Healing you mean like a troll?”
Fjörn is seeing the bigger picture, and is unsure how to properly proceed, he looks at Cyrano hoping for a brilliant plan. “Vidania don’t fret over the piece of paper. I’m sure Lord Abt only wants his son safe and returned. If word got out every powerful individual would be on the hunt for Nilavor.”
Fjörn begins disguising himself as an intoxicated jester, disguise 21 performance 13 as he gets into character.
"Well my best guess is that we need more information. The only way we can do that is to either find someone on the inside or get inside ourselves. Using the entourage gambit gives us a cover that can be unassociated with Lord Abt and his son. Even if the word is out that we traveled here with Nilavor and if or when it comes up we'll just deny it and say they were miss informed. We simply shared a ride with the young lord. Now if Lord Abt has some spies at his disposal or more details he can share about our target that could shape our response even more. For instance we know nothing of Lord Ekkotaders location, defense, strengths or weaknesses." Cyrano responds as he continues his pacing and fiddling with his cane.
"I do have connections of an information guild so you can gather whatever you need to know, but it won't be without a cost, they don't handout information for free. Depending on how dangerous or important the information is in general or to you the price may vary. As for Vonarn's location, he is usually in the Council building or his home, which is a half an hour walk from here.", he gives you the directions to both the guild(not everyone mnows this, the advantage of having connections to people in high places) and Vobarn's house(this is public knowledge).
"I doubt this rabbit trail is worth tracking but, I am just a ranger in an unfamiliar city. I leave it to our more sophisticated companions to come up with a plan.. ? plans ? to follow." Vadania slowly walks over to lean against a wall. "I have a bad feeling about this, my friends."
“The plans of man’s in haste are made of brittle stuff. ‘Hic’ no two plans shall stand divided. Oh hey now ranger you could trail a hummingbird and befriend a beaver, I’m sure you’ll shine as we… as we, uh track down our good friend Nilavor, ahhh. Cheer up everyone ‘hic’ I’m certain we shall, live forever!”
Fjörn is now wearing his orange and brown jester’s outfit smudged and smelling of alcohol, his manners are exaggerated and his speech witty but with a drawl.
He’s all in for manager talent protection, this persona may lend an ease and credence.
Vadania sighs as he straightens up and adjusts his clothing into some semblance of order. "Let us get this over with swiftly." So saying, he strides to the door.
After being sent off by the butler and into the streets of Melvaunt once again. With the help of the directions that Lord Abt give you at the last minute you make it to the location.
When you arrive you can hear people bustling about from the inside, some cheers and orders. It's quite an odd time to be open as you look up at the sky and see the sun peaking through the horizon. The building itself does not look suspicious, not too different than any old tavern, 3 stories tall. The wooden sign right above the door reads 'Into the Shadow' engraved. There are a couple of plants hanging from the tiled roof and the windows give off a warm glow.
Cyrano enters the bar and looks about. He looking for indications they are in the right place.
(Perception on sheet: 18)
Depending on what he sees If nobody greets him he will climb to the nearest bench and announce Fĵorn.
Tapping his cane on the table in front of gim he calls out,
"Lads and Lasses! Lend me your ear! I stand before you on this your luckiest of days! For you.Are about to be regaled. By a bard. Revered by bards. A bard L who has been retained by Ladies and Lord's alike to play the sweetest of music and sing the merriest of song! Men want to be him and women want to be WITH him!! I present to you on a limited engagement, Börk!!!
. Cyrano sweeps his cane around as he points at Fĵorn.
Cyrano notices the subtle details in the engravings in the door frame: a dolphin jumping out of the water towards the crow above it which is on a grapevine.
Once you enter you notice a slight change in the demeanor of the people. Outwardly they seemed to be doing the same thing you heard from the outside but the slight suspicious glances thrown at you gauging whether you have stubled here as you "tavern hop" or you have come here for something.
As the patrons size up the new arrivals Cyrano is sizing up and analyzing them as well. Judging subtle looks and slight turns of heads he attempts to determine who holds the true control of the place. In places like this the one truly at the top rarely reveals themselves first.
*Regardless of the outcome of the persuasion roll Cyrano will still execute the described insightfullness.*
Fjörn marches in straight to the bar, raises his arms in the air turns and smiles at all the patrons, “For your pleasure tonight a roast, you sir with the crooked smile. What is your name dear catcher of rye?” He holds a hand up to his mouth and theatrically order a shot of rye whiskey. “Please be at ease, and speak up, you do have a name don’t you?”
With his big bold body movements and targeting a patron at random from the crowd Fjörn begins a comedy routine which has both delighted and gotten him kicked out of a few taverns in the past… performance 23 (is everyone laughing?)
Vadania paced about outside the building filled with the sounds of people bustling about, some cheers and orders. The sky was slowly lightening as the sun rises over the horizon and the streets were practically empty of people - other than a scant handful making their way to open their businesses or hauling ware to the open market. Odd how the town had yet to 'wake up' but this place was very active.
Truth be told, the building itself did not look suspicious, though, Vadania had to think of how a structure would show 'I am suspicious' without hanging out a sign proclaiming it so. He did have admit, the actual sign - 'Into the Shadow' - did seem to be proclaiming it's oddness. He had to chukle at his wandering thoughts as he turned and paced back toward the entrance - just in time to hear Cyrano give his introduction of Fjörn's act.
'Soon', he thought as the dawn crept across the land.
I accidentlly typed the wrong name, it's Lord Ekkotader.
" Lord Ekkotader, or Vobarn Ekkotader, is the Lors of Keys of the Council of Melvaunt. He is resposinble for keeping the bugdet and the city's treasury in check as well as in charge of gaurds of Melvaunt. He has a lot of influence in the Council, though mainly through corruption and bribery, he has been nominated as one of the Candidates to take over my position as High Chancellor of Melvaunt."
"Quite the motivator I must say. So how shall we proceed? It would seem we can't go at this Ekkotader with out solid proof. If I am to assume you tell us true, and I do, Nilavors life may not be in immediate danger but he will be tortured, drained to the point of death. Allowed to heal either by magical or practical means only to be drained again. Terribly gruesome existence I would say but a tenable one. We must find a way to connect him to this treachery."
Cyrano paces back and forth across the room. He twirls his cane, occasionally tapping it on h8s shouoder. His little gnomish mind has latched onto a puzzle and you can tell he won't let go.
To do that we must get close to him. We could try the manager, talent, protection gambit.
Cyrano gestures to himself, then Fĵorn, then Vadania.
**This Space for Rent**
"No living being should be treated such," Vadania says with some ire.
"That said, we are talking about 'dealings' in some very high level political circles. Those NDAs sold our lives away - what protections do they offer - if any?"
"No. You have not sold your lives away. You are simply forbidden from talking about Nilavor's speacial case. You are allowed to go about your life as you please as long as you don't yap your mouth.", Lord Abt gave a frustrated sigh and turned to Cyrano.
"Yes, my seat is a possible motivator, I also presume that he may want to recreate the potion of immortality. I am not aware of ots completes components list but I do know that you do need Blood of Healing."
“Cyrano any idea you have I’m with you. A potion of immortality sounds unreal but would be the cause of such trouble. Blood of Healing you mean like a troll?”
Fjörn is seeing the bigger picture, and is unsure how to properly proceed, he looks at Cyrano hoping for a brilliant plan. “Vidania don’t fret over the piece of paper. I’m sure Lord Abt only wants his son safe and returned. If word got out every powerful individual would be on the hunt for Nilavor.”
Fjörn begins disguising himself as an intoxicated jester, disguise 21 performance 13 as he gets into character.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
"Well my best guess is that we need more information. The only way we can do that is to either find someone on the inside or get inside ourselves. Using the entourage gambit gives us a cover that can be unassociated with Lord Abt and his son. Even if the word is out that we traveled here with Nilavor and if or when it comes up we'll just deny it and say they were miss informed. We simply shared a ride with the young lord. Now if Lord Abt has some spies at his disposal or more details he can share about our target that could shape our response even more. For instance we know nothing of Lord Ekkotaders location, defense, strengths or weaknesses." Cyrano responds as he continues his pacing and fiddling with his cane.
**This Space for Rent**
"I do have connections of an information guild so you can gather whatever you need to know, but it won't be without a cost, they don't handout information for free. Depending on how dangerous or important the information is in general or to you the price may vary. As for Vonarn's location, he is usually in the Council building or his home, which is a half an hour walk from here.", he gives you the directions to both the guild(not everyone mnows this, the advantage of having connections to people in high places) and Vobarn's house(this is public knowledge).
"I doubt this rabbit trail is worth tracking but, I am just a ranger in an unfamiliar city. I leave it to our more sophisticated companions to come up with a plan.. ? plans ? to follow." Vadania slowly walks over to lean against a wall. "I have a bad feeling about this, my friends."
“The plans of man’s in haste are made of brittle stuff. ‘Hic’ no two plans shall stand divided. Oh hey now ranger you could trail a hummingbird and befriend a beaver, I’m sure you’ll shine as we… as we, uh track down our good friend Nilavor, ahhh. Cheer up everyone ‘hic’ I’m certain we shall, live forever!”
Fjörn is now wearing his orange and brown jester’s outfit smudged and smelling of alcohol, his manners are exaggerated and his speech witty but with a drawl.
He’s all in for manager talent protection, this persona may lend an ease and credence.
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Will you guys be heading out or do you have anything else to discuss with Lord Abt.
Off to the informant Lord Abt suggested?
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
(Cyrano is ready)
**This Space for Rent**
Vadania sighs as he straightens up and adjusts his clothing into some semblance of order. "Let us get this over with swiftly." So saying, he strides to the door.
After being sent off by the butler and into the streets of Melvaunt once again. With the help of the directions that Lord Abt give you at the last minute you make it to the location.
When you arrive you can hear people bustling about from the inside, some cheers and orders. It's quite an odd time to be open as you look up at the sky and see the sun peaking through the horizon. The building itself does not look suspicious, not too different than any old tavern, 3 stories tall. The wooden sign right above the door reads 'Into the Shadow' engraved. There are a couple of plants hanging from the tiled roof and the windows give off a warm glow.
Cyrano enters the bar and looks about. He looking for indications they are in the right place.
(Perception on sheet: 18)
Depending on what he sees If nobody greets him he will climb to the nearest bench and announce Fĵorn.
Tapping his cane on the table in front of gim he calls out,
"Lads and Lasses! Lend me your ear! I stand before you on this your luckiest of days! For you.Are about to be regaled. By a bard. Revered by bards. A bard L who has been retained by Ladies and Lord's alike to play the sweetest of music and sing the merriest of song! Men want to be him and women want to be WITH him!! I present to you on a limited engagement, Börk!!!
. Cyrano sweeps his cane around as he points at Fĵorn.
**This Space for Rent**
Cyrano notices the subtle details in the engravings in the door frame: a dolphin jumping out of the water towards the crow above it which is on a grapevine.
Once you enter you notice a slight change in the demeanor of the people. Outwardly they seemed to be doing the same thing you heard from the outside but the slight suspicious glances thrown at you gauging whether you have stubled here as you "tavern hop" or you have come here for something.
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Cyrano Roll a performance or a persuassion check.
Cyrano steels his nerves and stands unwavering under the scrutiny.
(Persuasion via sheet: 19)
**This Space for Rent**
(Insight via sheet:19)
As the patrons size up the new arrivals Cyrano is sizing up and analyzing them as well. Judging subtle looks and slight turns of heads he attempts to determine who holds the true control of the place. In places like this the one truly at the top rarely reveals themselves first.
*Regardless of the outcome of the persuasion roll Cyrano will still execute the described insightfullness.*
**This Space for Rent**
Fjörn marches in straight to the bar, raises his arms in the air turns and smiles at all the patrons, “For your pleasure tonight a roast, you sir with the crooked smile. What is your name dear catcher of rye?” He holds a hand up to his mouth and theatrically order a shot of rye whiskey. “Please be at ease, and speak up, you do have a name don’t you?”
With his big bold body movements and targeting a patron at random from the crowd Fjörn begins a comedy routine which has both delighted and gotten him kicked out of a few taverns in the past…
performance 23 (is everyone laughing?)
Wise as a serpent and sly as a fox.
Vadania paced about outside the building filled with the sounds of people bustling about, some cheers and orders. The sky was slowly lightening as the sun rises over the horizon and the streets were practically empty of people - other than a scant handful making their way to open their businesses or hauling ware to the open market. Odd how the town had yet to 'wake up' but this place was very active.
Truth be told, the building itself did not look suspicious, though, Vadania had to think of how a structure would show 'I am suspicious' without hanging out a sign proclaiming it so. He did have admit, the actual sign - 'Into the Shadow' - did seem to be proclaiming it's oddness. He had to chukle at his wandering thoughts as he turned and paced back toward the entrance - just in time to hear Cyrano give his introduction of Fjörn's act.
'Soon', he thought as the dawn crept across the land.