Custom Campaign - Cold Cash

Kabarr starts to feel his blood boil while listening to the ice elf. “Whose boat is it then?  Does it belong to the ones who were killing everyone back out on the water?  Those people are all dead.  Does it belong to some ice elves here who sympathized with the mission of the Salvation?  Maybe YOU know where to find them. There plan is to cleanse this town.  That is not my plan.  I think you have placed dominance on the wrong shoulders.”  Calming himself for the moment. “Please show us where to meet your city officials.  I have much to discuss.”

"It belongs to the city." The guard says.  "As for the officials, I'm sure they are long asleep at the moment.  Morning is only a few hours away; why don't you find a place and wait until then.  Should give you time to relax and calm down from your excitement.". His voice is curt, showing little compassion for your efforts; only focused on dealing with the potential problem of an upset Genasi.

OOC: How many guards are there?

(Pretty much a division; though most are spread out, intermixed with the wounded and other patrons from the boats, the average citizen that stumbled onto the scene, and the few healers that have arrived so far.

Near you there are about eight guards in total; most of which are dealing with patrons around you, with only three actively paying attention to you.)

"Shall we?" Flayr breathes.

"No. Nonono. Baaad Idea."

Kabarr turns to Flayr "your call now... I want to smash this guy but that would probably be a bad idea.  We don't have anywhere to stay so I say we rest on the ship until sun up.  That way there is no funny business with the transfer of this vessel to the city.  This fool thinks that he is pushing me around claiming the ship is now the cities property.  Didn't I say that they could probably use it to protect other outings?  If we just walk away and go to an inn, we give up any ownership we might still have.  I doubt any inn is going to take us in at this late hour.  What do you think?"

"Perhaps we'll let the matter rest for now. Boarding the ship will only incense this idiot. We'll find ourselves some rooms at an inn and take up the matter with the city council in the morning. Anything you want to add, Gnook?" Flayr says.

(Guard's Perception Check: 18)

The guard speaks up and says; "You can stay on the boat, and we'll even bring in a rep of Qixallia to talk to you in a few hours.  But listen to your friend.  You don't want to go from hero to criminal over a boat."

Kabarr says to the guard, "Thanks for your cooperation.  I am probably still upset about all that has transpired tonight.  A rest will be welcomed.  I will look forward to the meetings later today."

With that being said, he returns to the ship to rest for awhile.  To Flayr, "I will go and rest in the cabin until sun comes up.  You can join me or look for an inn.  I will be fine in a couple hours."

"The boat works for me. I'll bunk in the guest quarters." Flayr replies.

Pang, even while on guard; the day has run late and long.  You feel exhaustion start setting in.

The morning sun rises and passes mostly over, and you all rise in the late morning.

"Oh? Who are these people Tirana?"  You all startle awake as an albino ice elf in rags asks from the open doorway.

A knocking on the side of the boat stirs you all.  A man calls out; "You've slept long enough! Your Rep is here!"

Rolen: (to everyone) "Morning stranger, i'm Rolen Mandelbaum." (boat? thought we were in a town house.) "Who's that outside?"

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Rolen: (to everyone) "Morning stranger, i'm Rolen Mandelbaum." (boat? thought we were in a town house.) "Who's that outside?"

 (2 different things in that post.  Albino ice elf talking to us, knock on the boat for kabarr/flayr/gnook)

Kaimos' claws slide reflexively out from his fingers as he's startled awake by a stranger and jumps to his feet, but as he wakes up enough he remembers Tirana talking about her beggar friend.  Presumably, this is probably him.  He looks to Tirana, happy to let her share as much or little as she is comfortable with of the events the night before.

Kabarr scrambles out of his slumber.  Reflexively checks to see if he has recovered from his battle wounds.  Quickly donning his armor and grabbing his gear he says to the voice outside “I am coming.  Just a second.”

To Flayr and Gnook “hurry up you two, time to sort this out.”

Rolen, the man gives a nod of acknowledgement, though a weak one, and just lays down on his "bed".

Kaimos, as you jump to your feet, you feel a wince of pain.  You look down at your wound and, though it has sealed and has even started to scar over, the area is still tender, red, and sore.  It'll take some time for the hair to fully grow back in that area.

(You have full hitpoints, but the wound will still take time to naturally heal.  No disadvantage or negatives; just extra roleplaying, that you can use to blame bad rolls on, lol.)

Tirana finally stirs with Kaimos no longer at her side.  She looks disappointed until she wakes up enough to notice Poldrik.  "Oh Poldrik, is it okay for these people to stay here a little while?  They saved my life."  While lying down, he simply shrugs in response.

Kabarr checks the wound and changes the bandages from the night before.  It looks worlds better, though the pressure from donning your armor makes the entire area tender.  If you get hit in that general area, it will definitely hurt a lot.

You are the first on deck, looking over to the shore below; your ship parked parallel to the shore, anchored in place.  Below is the ice elf guard from earlier, notepad still in hand.  He looks annoyed, standing there in his fur-lined uniform and thick coat.  His weapons sit on his belt, except for the short thin club he used to tap on the side of the boat.  That is in his other hand, instead of his quill; though he isn't holding it threatening.  The beach is otherwise clear.