As soon as the gates open the next morning, Lukian, who was waiting, exits Yartar and finds the rest of the party — specifically Dork. "I'd like to find the boy's grandfather," he says. "His father says he tried to involve the town militia, but they would not listen. I will start there. Try to get them to help. Whether they agree or not, I'd like to search for the old man. Will you join me?"
Dork fails to see Lukian coming at first, though a nudge from Vark her to right. At which point she stands up and leave the remainder of Golemgote's morning care to the goblin pair, and dutifully salutes the approaching elf. "I..."She looks to the others, conveying if only in looking a sense of nervousness. "If this possibly involves engaging those Orcs again, I will... if the others agree to it. I... have already imposed once, and do not wish to cause further derision in the group."
She starts pressing her index fingers together. "Granted, and you will be pleased to hear, I was able to schedule a meeting with the higher ups of the city, for this very morning. So, shall we be off?"
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Devin sits near the fire, Aslan curled on his lap. Hearing the conversation he lifts the Tressym out of his lap and stands. Grabbing his staff he moves to where the others gather.
(Hopefully Ebonitus is game as well. Is someone running Meiva, or has she just dissipated?)
Lukian nods at each and then leads them back into Yartar, headed for the Military District to report the missing halfling and try to get them involved.
Ebonitus calls out, "Hold up a tick, just let me get my gear together." He then rapidly finishes his morning ablutions and gets his gear on then rushes to catch up with the others.
(OOC: sorry about being dark for a bit, was a bit pushed for time. I was watching and things seemed to be progressing so I had little to add until now.)
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Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
As the party approaches Yartar's walls and crossing the bridge over the River Surbribn they attract comments about Golemogote "look at 'dat", "gosh 'es big ain't 'e" etc and less excited comments about the two goblins riding in the cart behind Golemogote. Eventually they reach the city gates where guards are checking people as they pass into the city. As they approach the city, one guard says "you can't bring 'im into the city else the street sweepers will be cleaning up for weeks."When he sees the Goblins riding in the cart "and you definitely can't bring those types into the city!"
Dork had nodded along understandingly, and was just about to give the commands that would allow the group to disembark, (assuming she was driving Golemogote at the time) when the guard's last words gave her a brief moment of pause. After which she again gives the commands for disembark, climbed her way down, and eyes fully lit red, marched her five foot self right up to the guard with eyes glowing red. "It is my understanding that Acolytes and followers of the Red Knight were allowed in this city."
Taking her words as the cue, the two goblins stand up in the cart, and proudly display their blanket sheet capes. Which since acquiring them, they had taken the time to make crude versious of the the Red Knight's Holy Symbol using some potentially paid for, potentiallly "misplaced" supplies from Triboar. "'ey 'is fook'in **** not recognizing 'er Lady's enterouge! 'e outta lose 'is badge, me fink'n! Fook'in prissy arse, racist, prick!" Beedo declares boldly, much to a now less enthused Vark at his side. Thinking fast however, Vark tugs at Beedo's cape until the goblin notices, and then points over to Golemogote. "Aye, yea, 'is a big fook'in teddy bear. Wat 'ove it?" Vark rolls his eyes prior to gesturing once more at the elephant. Finally something seems to click, eliciting a scoff from the goblin.
"Yer want'n us to keep an eye on'em out 'ere, see'n as... Woof! Fine! Fook'in, I did'nae want to go inside da town anyways."He trails off grumbling as he hops out of the cart alongside Vark, and marches his way over to take up driver's seat. The whole a somewhat flabbergasted Dork can only think to intercept any guards that try to approach the moody goblin during his rant. And while afterwards she throws an appreciative nod their way, she turns back on the guard still glaring up at the man, and doing her best simulation of a puffed out chest until someone else intercedes or the group mvoes on inside.
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Lukian, who was walking ahead of the pachyderm, stands by in the center of the gate as the guards address the others. He sees reason in their restrictions, but holds his tongue, especially as the goblins appear to be complying without too much fuss.
"Can you point us in the direction of the military district?" he finally asks one of the guards.
The guard looks up at Lukian's request "yous goes along the main drag and at Tymora's Temple yous goes through the market square to the northeast corner of the city. Yous can't miss it!"
Dork certainly offers no reason to slow things down. Though she does shoot Beedo an admonishing glaring, as well as waggle her fingers up at him. "It is advised that you utilize our previous camp grounds, Acolyte Vark. Acolyte Beedo. Ward off any that try to approach Mr. G and yourselves until we return. And if you need to retreat for a time..." She pauses and bows her head in thought. "...your safeties, and that of Mr. G is my number one priority. Behave according." With the warning given, she marches off after Lukian and the rest.
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The party led by Lukian and D.O.R.K. make their way towards the northeast corner of the city. The military district is a fortress within a fortress and ringed by stone walls that are over 20 feet high. Set in the wall is a gateway guarded by two men dressed in chainmail emblazoned with the city's coat of arms of two rivers joining and then flowing off the base of the escutcheon and armed with halberds. At their sides is a quiver of arrows and the party members can see strung long bows leaning up against the walls.
As the party approaches one of the guards steps forward "how can I help you"he asks.
Ebonitus looks to Lukian and DORK, indicating that they are leading this interaction, whilst ensuring that he stays aware of the movements and actions of the guards and a continuing a more general observation of the surroundings for anything that may look amiss.
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Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Dork snaps into a more informal version of her typical salute -- a simple chest pump using a closed fist, and fingers facing upward -- and declares, "Greetings. I am a Designated Operative of the Red Knight. But, you may call me DORK for short. We are here following up on a request made the previous day to the one known as Frederick Potgeiter, first Corporral, Yartar Town Guard, Afternoon/Evening Shift!" She explains. "Specifically, involving speaking with Yartar's leaders.... Admittedly, as a specific meeting point had not been discussed beyond returning this morning, we may have erred." Dork looks somewhat awkwardly to Lukian, and then back to the guard.
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When the guards bar the way of Beedo and Vark Devin can't help himself and smiles just a bit before getting control and covering his mouth with his hand and looking away hoping the goblin pair doesn't see it.
He stands behind the others and allows Lukian and D to lead this conversation.
The guard does not look as impressed as Corporal Potgeiter obviously was. He certainly isn't displaying a symbol of the Red Knight. "Yeah but we're Shields of Yartar in here not lowly town guards but I suppose if Fred of the Gate said you should come up here I spose I should take you and see what the Leftenant says! Follow me."The guard turns and marches back into the fortress and takes them to a door just inside the gateway. He knocks on the door and says "some people here to see you sir, one's a follower of the Red Lady."The door opens and as voice says "send them in." As the party enters the room they can see a somewhat tired looking man wearing a tunic. Around his neck is miniature gauntlet emblazoned with an eye - a symbol which you all recognise as signifying that the Lieutenant is a worshiper of Helm.
"How can I be of assistance?"he asks. As you look around the room you see that there are a series of maps - Yartar and its environs - pinned to the wall.
Torrun wanders in the room, bored of the discussions already. He lets DORK and the others do the diplomacy whilst he looks around, not touching anything.
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As soon as the gates open the next morning, Lukian, who was waiting, exits Yartar and finds the rest of the party — specifically Dork. "I'd like to find the boy's grandfather," he says. "His father says he tried to involve the town militia, but they would not listen. I will start there. Try to get them to help. Whether they agree or not, I'd like to search for the old man. Will you join me?"
Dork fails to see Lukian coming at first, though a nudge from Vark her to right. At which point she stands up and leave the remainder of Golemgote's morning care to the goblin pair, and dutifully salutes the approaching elf. "I..." She looks to the others, conveying if only in looking a sense of nervousness. "If this possibly involves engaging those Orcs again, I will... if the others agree to it. I... have already imposed once, and do not wish to cause further derision in the group."
She starts pressing her index fingers together. "Granted, and you will be pleased to hear, I was able to schedule a meeting with the higher ups of the city, for this very morning. So, shall we be off?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Lukian looks around at the others as if to ask if they will come as well.
Devin sits near the fire, Aslan curled on his lap. Hearing the conversation he lifts the Tressym out of his lap and stands. Grabbing his staff he moves to where the others gather.
"I'll come along. Let's see what's going on."
Torrun who was having some trouble with his next stage of his project stands up. "I will come along too. I need a break from this blasted thing."
(Hopefully Ebonitus is game as well. Is someone running Meiva, or has she just dissipated?)
Lukian nods at each and then leads them back into Yartar, headed for the Military District to report the missing halfling and try to get them involved.
Ebonitus calls out, "Hold up a tick, just let me get my gear together." He then rapidly finishes his morning ablutions and gets his gear on then rushes to catch up with the others.
(OOC: sorry about being dark for a bit, was a bit pushed for time. I was watching and things seemed to be progressing so I had little to add until now.)
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Approaching the City
As the party approaches Yartar's walls and crossing the bridge over the River Surbribn they attract comments about Golemogote "look at 'dat", "gosh 'es big ain't 'e" etc and less excited comments about the two goblins riding in the cart behind Golemogote. Eventually they reach the city gates where guards are checking people as they pass into the city. As they approach the city, one guard says "you can't bring 'im into the city else the street sweepers will be cleaning up for weeks." When he sees the Goblins riding in the cart "and you definitely can't bring those types into the city!"
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Dork had nodded along understandingly, and was just about to give the commands that would allow the group to disembark, (assuming she was driving Golemogote at the time) when the guard's last words gave her a brief moment of pause. After which she again gives the commands for disembark, climbed her way down, and eyes fully lit red, marched her five foot self right up to the guard with eyes glowing red. "It is my understanding that Acolytes and followers of the Red Knight were allowed in this city."
Taking her words as the cue, the two goblins stand up in the cart, and proudly display their blanket sheet capes. Which since acquiring them, they had taken the time to make crude versious of the the Red Knight's Holy Symbol using some potentially paid for, potentiallly "misplaced" supplies from Triboar. "'ey 'is fook'in **** not recognizing 'er Lady's enterouge! 'e outta lose 'is badge, me fink'n! Fook'in prissy arse, racist, prick!" Beedo declares boldly, much to a now less enthused Vark at his side. Thinking fast however, Vark tugs at Beedo's cape until the goblin notices, and then points over to Golemogote. "Aye, yea, 'is a big fook'in teddy bear. Wat 'ove it?" Vark rolls his eyes prior to gesturing once more at the elephant. Finally something seems to click, eliciting a scoff from the goblin.
"Yer want'n us to keep an eye on'em out 'ere, see'n as... Woof! Fine! Fook'in, I did'nae want to go inside da town anyways." He trails off grumbling as he hops out of the cart alongside Vark, and marches his way over to take up driver's seat. The whole a somewhat flabbergasted Dork can only think to intercept any guards that try to approach the moody goblin during his rant. And while afterwards she throws an appreciative nod their way, she turns back on the guard still glaring up at the man, and doing her best simulation of a puffed out chest until someone else intercedes or the group mvoes on inside.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Does anybody else want to say something or are D.O.R.K. and his accolytes speaking for the group.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Lukian, who was walking ahead of the pachyderm, stands by in the center of the gate as the guards address the others. He sees reason in their restrictions, but holds his tongue, especially as the goblins appear to be complying without too much fuss.
"Can you point us in the direction of the military district?" he finally asks one of the guards.
The guard looks up at Lukian's request "yous goes along the main drag and at Tymora's Temple yous goes through the market square to the northeast corner of the city. Yous can't miss it!"
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Once the party is on foot and ready to go, Lukian will lead them to the military district.
Dork certainly offers no reason to slow things down. Though she does shoot Beedo an admonishing glaring, as well as waggle her fingers up at him. "It is advised that you utilize our previous camp grounds, Acolyte Vark. Acolyte Beedo. Ward off any that try to approach Mr. G and yourselves until we return. And if you need to retreat for a time..." She pauses and bows her head in thought. "...your safeties, and that of Mr. G is my number one priority. Behave according." With the warning given, she marches off after Lukian and the rest.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
The party led by Lukian and D.O.R.K. make their way towards the northeast corner of the city. The military district is a fortress within a fortress and ringed by stone walls that are over 20 feet high. Set in the wall is a gateway guarded by two men dressed in chainmail emblazoned with the city's coat of arms of two rivers joining and then flowing off the base of the escutcheon and armed with halberds. At their sides is a quiver of arrows and the party members can see strung long bows leaning up against the walls.
As the party approaches one of the guards steps forward "how can I help you" he asks.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Ebonitus looks to Lukian and DORK, indicating that they are leading this interaction, whilst ensuring that he stays aware of the movements and actions of the guards and a continuing a more general observation of the surroundings for anything that may look amiss.
Tirohia te Moana - Level 2 Cleric - What shall we do with the Drunken Sailor?
Ebonitus de Viribus - Level 4 Cleric - The Storm King's Thunder - The Gods Respond.
Dork snaps into a more informal version of her typical salute -- a simple chest pump using a closed fist, and fingers facing upward -- and declares, "Greetings. I am a Designated Operative of the Red Knight. But, you may call me DORK for short. We are here following up on a request made the previous day to the one known as Frederick Potgeiter, first Corporral, Yartar Town Guard, Afternoon/Evening Shift!" She explains. "Specifically, involving speaking with Yartar's leaders.... Admittedly, as a specific meeting point had not been discussed beyond returning this morning, we may have erred." Dork looks somewhat awkwardly to Lukian, and then back to the guard.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
When the guards bar the way of Beedo and Vark Devin can't help himself and smiles just a bit before getting control and covering his mouth with his hand and looking away hoping the goblin pair doesn't see it.
He stands behind the others and allows Lukian and D to lead this conversation.
The guard does not look as impressed as Corporal Potgeiter obviously was. He certainly isn't displaying a symbol of the Red Knight. "Yeah but we're Shields of Yartar in here not lowly town guards but I suppose if Fred of the Gate said you should come up here I spose I should take you and see what the Leftenant says! Follow me." The guard turns and marches back into the fortress and takes them to a door just inside the gateway. He knocks on the door and says "some people here to see you sir, one's a follower of the Red Lady." The door opens and as voice says "send them in." As the party enters the room they can see a somewhat tired looking man wearing a tunic. Around his neck is miniature gauntlet emblazoned with an eye - a symbol which you all recognise as signifying that the Lieutenant is a worshiper of Helm.
"How can I be of assistance?" he asks. As you look around the room you see that there are a series of maps - Yartar and its environs - pinned to the wall.
DM - Stopping a god in his tracks
Torrun wanders in the room, bored of the discussions already. He lets DORK and the others do the diplomacy whilst he looks around, not touching anything.