The bard pauses for only a moment to regard the long line before casting a bit of thaumaturgy to amplify his voice. "Step aside please, entertainer coming through!" He attempts to bypass the wait and enter the office.
Seeing his clothing and hearing his voice of command the students pressed themselves away from him. He stepped neatly into the room gently displacing a fresh faced young girl to talk to Eriniel.
Eriniel looked up from her ledger, a surprised look on her face. You're early! From your call I would say that you are the bard found by Alda to replace Erwen. Mavilius isn't it?
Mavilius offers a graceful nod, his smile warm and polished as he leans just slightly over the desk—enough to be charming, never imposing. “Guilty as charged,” he says smoothly. “Though I do hope I’m more of an upgrade than a replacement.”
He glances briefly at the startled students retreating like nervous birds, then returns his gaze to Eriniel. “Captain Maryam suggested I check in with you. I thought it wise to arrive early—gives me time to familiarize myself with the space and ensure the evening begins on the right note.”
Good, we've set up an armless chair for you on the dais of the Gemstone Wing, feel free to move it about the dais until you find the best acoustics, it is currently in the position of the readers lectern. The nobles expect to both dance to your music and to listen to your songs. Alda tells me that you are interested in finding a patron? Feel free to use your brief rests to talk to nobles who show an interest. Here is your payment, and you can keep any coins thrown at your feet.
She rang a small hand bell and a guard pushed his way through the crowd. Sureth can you take Mavilius to the Gemstone Wing and have them open up please.
Mavilius opened his pouch and saw 10 GP, a fortune for one evenings performance.
Mavilius’s brows lift slightly as he opens the pouch, a pleased smile playing across his lips. “My thanks, Secretary Eriniel. Generous payment, a stage among splendor, and the ears of Waterdeep’s finest—truly, an artist could ask for no better stage tonight.”
He inclines his head gracefully as the guard approaches. “Shall we then, Sureth?” he says with a glint of excitement in his golden eyes.
Kyreth notes the time and heads back down to the door. He knocks and waits. As Exa opens the door he steps out. "I managed to get it open but not easily. The good news is I don't think that lock has been opened for years, so I doubt if anyone will be checking it."
He makes sure the door is fully closed before leaving "I noticed a time candle, the Gem wing should be open any minute. I guess it's time for us to check the tables are fully prepared" he winks "and to make sure any baubles are suitably taken care of."
Sureth grunted his acknowledgement at Mavilius and gestured to the Bard to follow him up the stairs.
Mavilius noticed that the head of the Allosaurus had been moved since he saw it earlier. He wondered if Thistle was in it yet.
The two guards straightened up when Sureth headed towards them, turning and unlocking the Gemstone Wing. They threw the wide doors open and secured them.
Mavilius saw the oak doors open into a luxuriously appointed ballroom. Crimson tablecloths and fine china adorn dining tables, and chandeliers sparkle overhead. Cabinets with glittering gemstones surround the space. At the Wings centre is a marble pedestal bearing a peculiar light green stone ...the eldrich egg. In the north of the room is a dais with a heavily embroidered upholstered chair. It was wide enough to sit cross legged in if he wished. Then to the right of it is another pedestal with a lute standing upright on it. The Doss Lute. The gold shone in the light from the chandelier above it, its strings giving off a small hum as the draught touched it.
Exa and Kyreth make their way to the Gemstone Wing, watching them open up the door to let Mavilius in. They watched in amazement as the guards then took up position on either side of the door on the outside . Perhaps they'd have time alone to recce the jewels before the gala truly started, they also wanted to find the cleaning corridor in the Wing.
Exa approaches the guards and greets them with a polite dip of her head.
"Madam Secretary sent us to make sure the table settings are all ready for tonight's guests," she says without hesitation but with practised deference.
"May we?"she gestures into the gemstone wing.
If they allow them through, Exa will prioritise finding the cleaning corridor. She would be able to subtly peruse the gems and exhibits with guests in the wing, but searching for the corridor would be far less inconspicuous.
The two guards looked at the two of them. Sareena nods and gestures them though. It all looks fine to me but I'm not a noble intending to find fault. The bard is already here, you can go right ahead, just be at your gala posts in half a bell. The nobles are expected to arrive near to 6 bells.
She was dressed fully in supple black leather that made no sound when she moved, a velvet full face mask in place. Her only visible weapon was an ornate dagger with the zhentarim coat of arms on her chest belt. She knocked at the door of the Green room. May I come in Delilah?
“Simply gorgeous,” the bard murmurs, voice reverent as he takes a few steps forward, eyes moving from the instrument to the 'egg of doom' at the room’s heart. He lingers there a moment longer than necessary, admiring not just the aesthetic, but the delicate balance of grandeur and danger hidden beneath the surface.
"Please do Althea." Comes with a soft melodious tone from within the room. As the high cleric enters the green suite she finds the young dark-haired lady standing in front of the mirror, almost finished with the red silk dress. "How do I look..." She asks with a playful smile, making a slow turn with the dress. "...will I pass off as a waterdhavian noble? It is amusing to me that the gala guests will be masked even though the museum fears another attempt to steal the Murkmire stone." She says with a soft laugh.
That colour suits you well, you look every bit the noble. Are you happy with the mask? We do have some others to choose from.
I wondered when you'd be sending your little friend Thistle to the Museum? He could go with both of us in the carriage if you have no other preference. Althea fiddles with the Zhent dagger, it doesn't quite fit her sheath. As I said I have business at the Museum, then I'll be leaving before the music is truly underway. We'll get there fashionably early so you can have time to decide on your table, just swop the name tags and sit near Mavilius.
Exa looked on the right hand side of the room the wall which abutted the underground wonders exhibit. This is a natural blind spot from the wings door. The gem cases near her were full of a display of Emeralds gleaming in the light. An easy target. They looked like they were just protected by the glass dome over them.
She found a moving piece of the wall, a thumb pressure point down the left hand side. She pressed it in then pushed. The door creaked and then opened into a short hall, she moved the cleaning bucket and mop out of the way. The door at the end of the short hall was locked. She could either open the door with her lockpicks, or try the mysterious key given to them by Cassee Dannell.
Mavilius decided to sing a popular ditty with dancers whilst moving back and forth across the dais. The best place for speaking was indeed where the chair sat, but song was different it required a more responsive area. He moved the seat backwards almost against the Doss lute and tried again.
His voice swept upwards and filled the room. This was it, a bards sweet spot. He noticed that he was also in a blindspot from the door. Maybe they could liberate the lute before the gala?
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Mavilius
The bard pauses for only a moment to regard the long line before casting a bit of thaumaturgy to amplify his voice. "Step aside please, entertainer coming through!" He attempts to bypass the wait and enter the office.
Intimidation w Advantage from thaumaturgy: 14
DM
Seeing his clothing and hearing his voice of command the students pressed themselves away from him. He stepped neatly into the room gently displacing a fresh faced young girl to talk to Eriniel.
Eriniel looked up from her ledger, a surprised look on her face. You're early! From your call I would say that you are the bard found by Alda to replace Erwen. Mavilius isn't it?
Mavilius offers a graceful nod, his smile warm and polished as he leans just slightly over the desk—enough to be charming, never imposing. “Guilty as charged,” he says smoothly. “Though I do hope I’m more of an upgrade than a replacement.”
He glances briefly at the startled students retreating like nervous birds, then returns his gaze to Eriniel. “Captain Maryam suggested I check in with you. I thought it wise to arrive early—gives me time to familiarize myself with the space and ensure the evening begins on the right note.”
Eriniel.
Good, we've set up an armless chair for you on the dais of the Gemstone Wing, feel free to move it about the dais until you find the best acoustics, it is currently in the position of the readers lectern. The nobles expect to both dance to your music and to listen to your songs. Alda tells me that you are interested in finding a patron? Feel free to use your brief rests to talk to nobles who show an interest. Here is your payment, and you can keep any coins thrown at your feet.
She rang a small hand bell and a guard pushed his way through the crowd. Sureth can you take Mavilius to the Gemstone Wing and have them open up please.
Mavilius opened his pouch and saw 10 GP, a fortune for one evenings performance.
DM
Kyreth saw the hour candle was almost at 5 bells.
Mavilius’s brows lift slightly as he opens the pouch, a pleased smile playing across his lips. “My thanks, Secretary Eriniel. Generous payment, a stage among splendor, and the ears of Waterdeep’s finest—truly, an artist could ask for no better stage tonight.”
He inclines his head gracefully as the guard approaches. “Shall we then, Sureth?” he says with a glint of excitement in his golden eyes.
Kyreth
Kyreth notes the time and heads back down to the door. He knocks and waits. As Exa opens the door he steps out. "I managed to get it open but not easily. The good news is I don't think that lock has been opened for years, so I doubt if anyone will be checking it."
He makes sure the door is fully closed before leaving "I noticed a time candle, the Gem wing should be open any minute. I guess it's time for us to check the tables are fully prepared" he winks "and to make sure any baubles are suitably taken care of."
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Kyreth 'Guile' Rolthar - Tiefling Monk
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
DM
Sureth grunted his acknowledgement at Mavilius and gestured to the Bard to follow him up the stairs.
Mavilius noticed that the head of the Allosaurus had been moved since he saw it earlier. He wondered if Thistle was in it yet.
The two guards straightened up when Sureth headed towards them, turning and unlocking the Gemstone Wing. They threw the wide doors open and secured them.
Mavilius saw the oak doors open into a luxuriously appointed ballroom. Crimson tablecloths and fine china adorn dining tables, and chandeliers sparkle overhead. Cabinets with glittering gemstones surround the space. At the Wings centre is a marble pedestal bearing a peculiar light green stone ...the eldrich egg. In the north of the room is a dais with a heavily embroidered upholstered chair. It was wide enough to sit cross legged in if he wished. Then to the right of it is another pedestal with a lute standing upright on it. The Doss Lute. The gold shone in the light from the chandelier above it, its strings giving off a small hum as the draught touched it.
Exa
"Good job," Exa says through a toothy grin.
"Let's go scope out where all the action will happen."
Before heading to the gemstone wing, she's sure to replace her lockpick with the spare from the mysterious bottomless bag.
DM
Exa and Kyreth make their way to the Gemstone Wing, watching them open up the door to let Mavilius in. They watched in amazement as the guards then took up position on either side of the door on the outside . Perhaps they'd have time alone to recce the jewels before the gala truly started, they also wanted to find the cleaning corridor in the Wing.
DM
You hear five bells tolled, the hours candle agreeing.
Exa
Exa approaches the guards and greets them with a polite dip of her head.
"Madam Secretary sent us to make sure the table settings are all ready for tonight's guests," she says without hesitation but with practised deference.
"May we?" she gestures into the gemstone wing.
If they allow them through, Exa will prioritise finding the cleaning corridor. She would be able to subtly peruse the gems and exhibits with guests in the wing, but searching for the corridor would be far less inconspicuous.
DM
The two guards looked at the two of them. Sareena nods and gestures them though. It all looks fine to me but I'm not a noble intending to find fault. The bard is already here, you can go right ahead, just be at your gala posts in half a bell. The nobles are expected to arrive near to 6 bells.
DM
Althea High Cleric.
She was dressed fully in supple black leather that made no sound when she moved, a velvet full face mask in place. Her only visible weapon was an ornate dagger with the zhentarim coat of arms on her chest belt. She knocked at the door of the Green room. May I come in Delilah?
Mavilius
“Simply gorgeous,” the bard murmurs, voice reverent as he takes a few steps forward, eyes moving from the instrument to the 'egg of doom' at the room’s heart. He lingers there a moment longer than necessary, admiring not just the aesthetic, but the delicate balance of grandeur and danger hidden beneath the surface.
"Please do Althea." Comes with a soft melodious tone from within the room. As the high cleric enters the green suite she finds the young dark-haired lady standing in front of the mirror, almost finished with the red silk dress. "How do I look..." She asks with a playful smile, making a slow turn with the dress. "...will I pass off as a waterdhavian noble? It is amusing to me that the gala guests will be masked even though the museum fears another attempt to steal the Murkmire stone." She says with a soft laugh.
Exa
"Thank you," the tabaxi says with a small curtsy for the guards before slipping into the gemstone wing.
She gives Manvilius a sly wink and then scans the room to start scoping it out. She is first looking for the cleaning corridor.
Mavilius
The bard returns Exa's subtle wink, humming a tune as he moves to the dias and tries to find the spot with the best acoustics.
Investigation(?): 9
DM
Althea to Delilah
That colour suits you well, you look every bit the noble. Are you happy with the mask? We do have some others to choose from.
I wondered when you'd be sending your little friend Thistle to the Museum? He could go with both of us in the carriage if you have no other preference. Althea fiddles with the Zhent dagger, it doesn't quite fit her sheath. As I said I have business at the Museum, then I'll be leaving before the music is truly underway. We'll get there fashionably early so you can have time to decide on your table, just swop the name tags and sit near Mavilius.
DM
Exa looked on the right hand side of the room the wall which abutted the underground wonders exhibit. This is a natural blind spot from the wings door. The gem cases near her were full of a display of Emeralds gleaming in the light. An easy target. They looked like they were just protected by the glass dome over them.
She found a moving piece of the wall, a thumb pressure point down the left hand side. She pressed it in then pushed. The door creaked and then opened into a short hall, she moved the cleaning bucket and mop out of the way. The door at the end of the short hall was locked. She could either open the door with her lockpicks, or try the mysterious key given to them by Cassee Dannell.
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Mavilius decided to sing a popular ditty with dancers whilst moving back and forth across the dais. The best place for speaking was indeed where the chair sat, but song was different it required a more responsive area. He moved the seat backwards almost against the Doss lute and tried again.
His voice swept upwards and filled the room. This was it, a bards sweet spot. He noticed that he was also in a blindspot from the door. Maybe they could liberate the lute before the gala?