It's going on public display tomorrow at the Varkenhoff Museum of Natural History, she explains. A private gala celebrating the new exhibition will occur tonight in the Museums second floor Gemstone Wing from 6pm when the Museum shuts to 8pm. I have a list of noble patrons and more importantly those who are out of town. I have their tickets as well.
"If it can't hold a spoon up, I ain't drinkin' it," Exa says, clearly opting for the thickest cream they have.
She offers her paw across the counter in a greeting.
"Exa. Though I could get used to Mistress Cat."
She lounges back on her stool, tailing curling comfortably around the legs.
"I heard there's some big thing happening at the museum across the road so I thought I'd come find out what all the fuss is about. You look like you'd know a thing or two about what's going on around your tavern. What's the deal?"
She kept her eyes flicking between Arne and the mirror, trying to get the measure of the bartender to see how much he knows and how trustworthy he might be.
"I see..." The dark-haired lady says softly, calmly taking a sip of her tea and taking a small bite of her cinnamon sweet roll, savouring it before continuing. "...so are you saying the tickets are personal then? The noble patrons that are out of town, what can you tell us about them, are they known at the gala or would it be possible to assume their identities for an evening without raising suspicion would you say?" She continues, her clear blue eys focused but otherwise an onlooker would assume she was having a perfectly pleasant conversation.
The tickets were open invites hand delivered to the patrons of the Museum. They are all nobles, you could infiltrate by wearing a full face mask in designs that they favoured. I think that Althea could help with that perhaps, they may need to be liberated. It depends on your choices. Lord Darkern and his wife and two sons have declined the invite as have Lady Graham and her husband. she turned to Muvilius You could take the place of the musician for the night, they are going to use Ewen the bard from the music department at the university. I'm sure that he'd be glad to miss out on the company. The patrons don't really socialise much without their masks on.
He finished drying a large tankard, then took the silver goblet from her, disappeared into the kitchen and emerged with the goblet full of thick clotted cream, he also brought a small silver spoon. Get tucked into that Exa. I'm Arne Axehand this is my Tavern. Ex-adventurer turned landlord, I also act as the bouncer. As for the Tavern it's rare to see Zhents dare come in here, even stranger that they'd talk to a noble. Granted the curator Alda Arkin is from the poorer side of the family. Puts on airs and graces and likes to look down on the servants. The tavern is protected by the Temple of Mask, no thievery or shenanigans here. He pauses, They found a new stone, bright green it is, and warm to the touch. It's got everyone in a tiz. The patrons have some do on tonight, so it should be busy here later.
Anna smiles briefly, then turns away to the kitchen and makes up his order.
Enjoy she says as she filled his table.
She twitches in surprise of seeing Tanyll for the first time, she could swear that he'd not been there a moment ago. She moved to his side to get his order.
Kyreth sits quietly, sipping his tea and feeling slightly out-of-place. He can hear conversations, but without being able to make out what's being said. From time to time he turns his head, taking stock of who is around without seeming to focus on any particular group.
Kyreth can see the Zhents with the curator, their words were soft, just above a whisper. The barmaid is moving to and fro with orders. Then over everything is the raucous laughter and speech of the students. Nothing seems to need security work yet.
He stares for a moment in the mirror then murmured quietly to Exa, She's up to something and that stone is quite the collectors item. Enough money changing hands and I reckon she might make a deal. Seems to me you're interested in the stone as well, High Cleric Althea helped me once when I was still an adventurer, without her I would have died in the caverns under the Yawning Portal. Let me give you some free advice don't let the Zhents corner you, the scum here are slavers, and they kill without blinking.
Mavilius leans back in his seat, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his lips. “A performance at a noble gala?” he mused, eyes gleaming. “Truly, Doctor, how could I refuse?”
He sets the pen down with a flourish, the melody on the parchment unfinished but suggestive. “We’ll simply inform dear Ewen that I’ll be filling in for him—graciously, of course,” he adds, with mock sincerity. “Then it’s only a matter of finding a few masks, sorting out our roles, and selecting the right songs to charm our way through the night. Personally, I’m thinking something with a bit of drama. Sets the tone, don’t you think?”His gaze slides to Delilah, the glint in his eye unmistakable: this is exactly the kind of game he lives for.
"Excellent, I was worried there for a moment we would have no entertainment during the mission. I don't doubt you will be able to distract an audience enough to let the rest of us walk out with that egg without even being noticed." The dark-haired lady says with a small smile and a wink to her escort. "So, six tickets and a stand in performer then." She muses, then taking another sip of her tea. "We will do our own reconnaissance at the gala of course but would it be possible to go there now without an invitation? Also what can you tell us about where the object is placed specifically, and the security measures in place to protect it?" She goes on like it was a normal and pleasant conversation.
Exa squirms uncomfortably in her seat. She's not sure which thought she's more concerned by, being killed or sold into slavery.
"I'll make sure I stay out of their nasty little paws," she says.
She scoops another mouthful of cream in to distract her from the macabre thoughts.
"Lots of people interested in that stone I'd say," she continues without directly admitting her own involvement. Her shrewd gaze is now fixed fully on Arne.
((Insight 17 to get a sense whether Arne is being truthful about his respect for the Temple and the High Cleric?))
Exa looks at Arnes burly arm covered in tattoos, mixed into them on his right arm is the mark of Mask. It seems that the Temple has members everywhere. His eyes gleamed when he talked of Althea, a smile on his face.
The museum is open at the moment. You need to reconnoiter it for security. I made a map that you can use, it just doesn't have the guards positions on it. The Gala starts at 6pm. I have some clothes that might work for you if Althea can't find something better. She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of cloth that would have cost a months pay.
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Delilah
"Excellent..."The dark-haired lady in the elegant dark dress says quietly as she discreetly studies the map before handing it over to her escort and secretary. "...I can see that you share our auntie's aptness for details and thoruoghness."She continues with a calm smile to the good doctor. "And the gown will definitely come to good use." She adds as she gives the exquisite piece of cloth an appreciative look. "Now, one last thing I think. Apart from museum security, should we expect anyone to try to interfere with our mission?"
Meanwhile a tiny invisible creature has surveyed the room, and as telepathically instructed by his mistress he hovers closer to drop some eaves at the table with the somewhat out-of-place looking group in soft leathers, trying to find out who they were and what they were doing there with the middle aged woman.
All I know is that there are twelve guards in total and three shifts. If you need more information look in the Curator Alda Arkin's room, it's first on the right as you enter the Museum. As far as I know there isn't anyone else who'd agreed to help me taking action. I don't know what Alda is doing here. I have to finish the crystal prison.
DM Thistle
Thistle landed lightly on the corner of the table by the Zhents and Alda Arkin. He heard about a large bonus for getting the stone out and sold to the highest bidder. The Zhents were unhappy about their cut. He saw a printed map exchange hands, and the Zhent leader, a human with a well kept beard smiled with his teeth and no humour in his eyes. He stood and towered over the Curator in an attempt to intimidate her before walking off. They sneered at Arne as they passed. He just rubbed the head of his axe.
Some say curiosity killed the cat, well Exa, you'll just have to live up to the answering call, But satisfaction brought him back! There are six guards per shift, during the gala the day shift will stay behind for a couple of hours until the gala ends at 8 pm, they'll all be coming here to quench their thirst. The standard security routine you can observe most of from visiting now. You won't be able to disguise yourself at the gala, so I suggest that you find a set of University clothing for the first years. Alda always gets the History freshmen to act as servers. You'll be able to go anywhere as long as you fit in. You'll be able to reach Aldas desk wearing it too.
DM Cassee
It's going on public display tomorrow at the Varkenhoff Museum of Natural History, she explains. A private gala celebrating the new exhibition will occur tonight in the Museums second floor Gemstone Wing from 6pm when the Museum shuts to 8pm. I have a list of noble patrons and more importantly those who are out of town. I have their tickets as well.
Exa
"If it can't hold a spoon up, I ain't drinkin' it," Exa says, clearly opting for the thickest cream they have.
She offers her paw across the counter in a greeting.
"Exa. Though I could get used to Mistress Cat."
She lounges back on her stool, tailing curling comfortably around the legs.
"I heard there's some big thing happening at the museum across the road so I thought I'd come find out what all the fuss is about. You look like you'd know a thing or two about what's going on around your tavern. What's the deal?"
She kept her eyes flicking between Arne and the mirror, trying to get the measure of the bartender to see how much he knows and how trustworthy he might be.
Delilah
"I see..." The dark-haired lady says softly, calmly taking a sip of her tea and taking a small bite of her cinnamon sweet roll, savouring it before continuing. "...so are you saying the tickets are personal then? The noble patrons that are out of town, what can you tell us about them, are they known at the gala or would it be possible to assume their identities for an evening without raising suspicion would you say?" She continues, her clear blue eys focused but otherwise an onlooker would assume she was having a perfectly pleasant conversation.
DM Cassee
The tickets were open invites hand delivered to the patrons of the Museum. They are all nobles, you could infiltrate by wearing a full face mask in designs that they favoured. I think that Althea could help with that perhaps, they may need to be liberated. It depends on your choices. Lord Darkern and his wife and two sons have declined the invite as have Lady Graham and her husband. she turned to Muvilius You could take the place of the musician for the night, they are going to use Ewen the bard from the music department at the university. I'm sure that he'd be glad to miss out on the company. The patrons don't really socialise much without their masks on.
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Arne the bartender
He finished drying a large tankard, then took the silver goblet from her, disappeared into the kitchen and emerged with the goblet full of thick clotted cream, he also brought a small silver spoon. Get tucked into that Exa. I'm Arne Axehand this is my Tavern. Ex-adventurer turned landlord, I also act as the bouncer. As for the Tavern it's rare to see Zhents dare come in here, even stranger that they'd talk to a noble. Granted the curator Alda Arkin is from the poorer side of the family. Puts on airs and graces and likes to look down on the servants. The tavern is protected by the Temple of Mask, no thievery or shenanigans here. He pauses, They found a new stone, bright green it is, and warm to the touch. It's got everyone in a tiz. The patrons have some do on tonight, so it should be busy here later.
Elias
Elias looked up as Anna approached, offering her a polite nod.
“Tea, if it’s on hand. And one of the sweet rolls since they come so recommended.”
His voice was smooth, clear, and unhurried without being stiff. He glanced briefly to the tray she carried, then added:
“Thank you.”
He returned his attention to the room without fanfare, posture relaxed, eyes still quietly taking everything in.
DM : The Shade Over Runewarren | Vaelen Gravesong : Shadow of Eternal Night
"Fear is the weight we carry, love is the treasure we bury."
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Anna the barmaid
Anna smiles briefly, then turns away to the kitchen and makes up his order.
Enjoy she says as she filled his table.
She twitches in surprise of seeing Tanyll for the first time, she could swear that he'd not been there a moment ago. She moved to his side to get his order.
Exa
With a grateful nod, Exa dips her spoon into the cream and then gives it an experimental lick.
"Perfection. The Temple thanks you for your service, Arne Axehand."
She purrs with delight. Happy with both the cream and being able to lean on the Temple's name.
"You don't think the curator is cooking up something with the Zhent and this new stone, do you? Inside job?"
Kyreth
Kyreth sits quietly, sipping his tea and feeling slightly out-of-place. He can hear conversations, but without being able to make out what's being said. From time to time he turns his head, taking stock of who is around without seeming to focus on any particular group.
Perception 18
Nyli Bemblade - Gnome Arcane Trickster
Kyreth 'Guile' Rolthar - Tiefling Monk
Portia Thornleaf - Halfling Rogue
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Kyreth can see the Zhents with the curator, their words were soft, just above a whisper. The barmaid is moving to and fro with orders. Then over everything is the raucous laughter and speech of the students. Nothing seems to need security work yet.
DM
Arne the bartender
He stares for a moment in the mirror then murmured quietly to Exa, She's up to something and that stone is quite the collectors item. Enough money changing hands and I reckon she might make a deal. Seems to me you're interested in the stone as well, High Cleric Althea helped me once when I was still an adventurer, without her I would have died in the caverns under the Yawning Portal. Let me give you some free advice don't let the Zhents corner you, the scum here are slavers, and they kill without blinking.
Mavilius leans back in his seat, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his lips. “A performance at a noble gala?” he mused, eyes gleaming. “Truly, Doctor, how could I refuse?”
He sets the pen down with a flourish, the melody on the parchment unfinished but suggestive. “We’ll simply inform dear Ewen that I’ll be filling in for him—graciously, of course,” he adds, with mock sincerity. “Then it’s only a matter of finding a few masks, sorting out our roles, and selecting the right songs to charm our way through the night. Personally, I’m thinking something with a bit of drama. Sets the tone, don’t you think?” His gaze slides to Delilah, the glint in his eye unmistakable: this is exactly the kind of game he lives for.
Delilah
"Excellent, I was worried there for a moment we would have no entertainment during the mission. I don't doubt you will be able to distract an audience enough to let the rest of us walk out with that egg without even being noticed." The dark-haired lady says with a small smile and a wink to her escort. "So, six tickets and a stand in performer then." She muses, then taking another sip of her tea. "We will do our own reconnaissance at the gala of course but would it be possible to go there now without an invitation? Also what can you tell us about where the object is placed specifically, and the security measures in place to protect it?" She goes on like it was a normal and pleasant conversation.
Exa
Exa squirms uncomfortably in her seat. She's not sure which thought she's more concerned by, being killed or sold into slavery.
"I'll make sure I stay out of their nasty little paws," she says.
She scoops another mouthful of cream in to distract her from the macabre thoughts.
"Lots of people interested in that stone I'd say," she continues without directly admitting her own involvement. Her shrewd gaze is now fixed fully on Arne.
((Insight 17 to get a sense whether Arne is being truthful about his respect for the Temple and the High Cleric?))
DM
Exa looks at Arnes burly arm covered in tattoos, mixed into them on his right arm is the mark of Mask. It seems that the Temple has members everywhere. His eyes gleamed when he talked of Althea, a smile on his face.
DM
Cassee
The museum is open at the moment. You need to reconnoiter it for security. I made a map that you can use, it just doesn't have the guards positions on it. The Gala starts at 6pm. I have some clothes that might work for you if Althea can't find something better. She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of cloth that would have cost a months pay.
Exa
Clocking the tattoo on Arne's arm, Exa flashes him a grin that reveals the pointed teeth at either side of her mouth.
"Ever been to the museum? Know much about it?" she asks, plopping her spoon in and out of the thick cream.
Her raised eyes suggest she's interested in more than just their educational tours.
Delilah
"Excellent..." The dark-haired lady in the elegant dark dress says quietly as she discreetly studies the map before handing it over to her escort and secretary. "...I can see that you share our auntie's aptness for details and thoruoghness." She continues with a calm smile to the good doctor. "And the gown will definitely come to good use." She adds as she gives the exquisite piece of cloth an appreciative look. "Now, one last thing I think. Apart from museum security, should we expect anyone to try to interfere with our mission?"
Meanwhile a tiny invisible creature has surveyed the room, and as telepathically instructed by his mistress he hovers closer to drop some eaves at the table with the somewhat out-of-place looking group in soft leathers, trying to find out who they were and what they were doing there with the middle aged woman.
Thistle
Stealth: 18
Perception: 10
DM Cassee
All I know is that there are twelve guards in total and three shifts. If you need more information look in the Curator Alda Arkin's room, it's first on the right as you enter the Museum. As far as I know there isn't anyone else who'd agreed to help me taking action. I don't know what Alda is doing here. I have to finish the crystal prison.
DM Thistle
Thistle landed lightly on the corner of the table by the Zhents and Alda Arkin. He heard about a large bonus for getting the stone out and sold to the highest bidder. The Zhents were unhappy about their cut. He saw a printed map exchange hands, and the Zhent leader, a human with a well kept beard smiled with his teeth and no humour in his eyes. He stood and towered over the Curator in an attempt to intimidate her before walking off. They sneered at Arne as they passed. He just rubbed the head of his axe.
DM
Arne the bartender
Some say curiosity killed the cat, well Exa, you'll just have to live up to the answering call, But satisfaction brought him back! There are six guards per shift, during the gala the day shift will stay behind for a couple of hours until the gala ends at 8 pm, they'll all be coming here to quench their thirst. The standard security routine you can observe most of from visiting now. You won't be able to disguise yourself at the gala, so I suggest that you find a set of University clothing for the first years. Alda always gets the History freshmen to act as servers. You'll be able to go anywhere as long as you fit in. You'll be able to reach Aldas desk wearing it too.