(waiting on each of you to tell me what name you write on the ledger and if you do anything else of note as you enter)
As your companions scrawl their names and hand over the extortionate gate fee, your gaze drifts beyond the walls. Sails ripple against the horizon, tall masts jutting skyward where the city meets the Western Ocean. Dozens of ships lie at anchor in the harbour, their hulls groaning with cargo and secrets. Another breath of the air—rank with rot, salt, and the promise of trouble—snaps you back to your present predicament.
As you pay the guards and sign your name in the ledger, you are issued a city pass. The guard at the book says,
"This city is ruled by Lord Azzur and he not a very tolerant man. When you rule over a city like this, you must be that way or you die. I should warn you that if you don't have this pass with you at all times, you are as good as dead."
As the guards see you complying, they lower their aggression somewhat. However, a sharp eye notes two or three additional guards in a tower at the top of the gate, with crossbows loosely trained toward the entrance. Lira is able with fast hands to trick the guard as she slides the (4/5) gold into his bag.
Iólinder's blessing does not go unnoticed. "Thanks believer." the guard says. "I hope it works as my son is sick with the whooping cough."
Jherak will also sign his name after forking over the gold. He enjoys Lira’s trick, and thinks to himself how that could come in handy, and he should practice it in his spare time.
Lev gave Iolinder a nod when the cleric said they'd talk more later. He's not really sure what more there is to say on the matter, or if he even wanted to bother pursuing answers any further. Regardless only a fool turns down help when its offered so he'll talk whenever Iolinder wants... so long as the questions don't dredge up unwanted memories.
When faced with the now frozen Morric Lev's expression turns grim, or rather, grimmer than it had been already. He'd barely even spoken to the strange man, and had never really been sure of why the paladin had joined them in the first place, but still... he'd been one of their company. It was another loss that Lev had been unable to prevent. He lowered his gaze, silently promising the paladin that they would serve justice to the ones responsible for his death.
Upon reaching Blacksand and their guards, Lev stays at the back of the group. He'd pulled up his hood prior to them approaching the gates... just in case. He pulls out the gold begrudgingly but without hesitation, not wanting to spark conflict before they even enter the city. However, when it comes his turn to write his name down he quickly reads over what the others wrote and then writes, 'Kalin' instead of his own name. Once they're out of earshot he'll have to let the others know about this choice, as it wouldn't do for someone to find out he lied here... at least, not so early on in the mission.
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(waiting on each of you to tell me what name you write on the ledger and if you do anything else of note as you enter)
As your companions scrawl their names and hand over the extortionate gate fee, your gaze drifts beyond the walls. Sails ripple against the horizon, tall masts jutting skyward where the city meets the Western Ocean. Dozens of ships lie at anchor in the harbour, their hulls groaning with cargo and secrets. Another breath of the air—rank with rot, salt, and the promise of trouble—snaps you back to your present predicament.
As you pay the guards and sign your name in the ledger, you are issued a city pass. The guard at the book says,
"This city is ruled by Lord Azzur and he not a very tolerant man. When you rule over a city like this, you must be that way or you die. I should warn you that if you don't have this pass with you at all times, you are as good as dead."
"Iólinder Corrach, of Libra, of Telak" in stylised cursive.
Will pay 5 gold as I offer a blessing to the guard's health and family.
As the guards see you complying, they lower their aggression somewhat. However, a sharp eye notes two or three additional guards in a tower at the top of the gate, with crossbows loosely trained toward the entrance.
Lira is able with fast hands to trick the guard as she slides the (4/5) gold into his bag.
Iólinder's blessing does not go unnoticed. "Thanks believer." the guard says. "I hope it works as my son is sick with the whooping cough."
Jherak will also sign his name after forking over the gold. He enjoys Lira’s trick, and thinks to himself how that could come in handy, and he should practice it in his spare time.
Amdaeng just scribes ' Amdaeng'.
Lev gave Iolinder a nod when the cleric said they'd talk more later. He's not really sure what more there is to say on the matter, or if he even wanted to bother pursuing answers any further. Regardless only a fool turns down help when its offered so he'll talk whenever Iolinder wants... so long as the questions don't dredge up unwanted memories.
When faced with the now frozen Morric Lev's expression turns grim, or rather, grimmer than it had been already. He'd barely even spoken to the strange man, and had never really been sure of why the paladin had joined them in the first place, but still... he'd been one of their company. It was another loss that Lev had been unable to prevent. He lowered his gaze, silently promising the paladin that they would serve justice to the ones responsible for his death.
Upon reaching Blacksand and their guards, Lev stays at the back of the group. He'd pulled up his hood prior to them approaching the gates... just in case. He pulls out the gold begrudgingly but without hesitation, not wanting to spark conflict before they even enter the city. However, when it comes his turn to write his name down he quickly reads over what the others wrote and then writes, 'Kalin' instead of his own name. Once they're out of earshot he'll have to let the others know about this choice, as it wouldn't do for someone to find out he lied here... at least, not so early on in the mission.