Do you know the names of anyone higher in the command chain than you that is still alive? If so where can they be found? How would you go about finding the Forsaken right now?
Lackley answered to Amkall. Amkall's boss was called Bosk. That's as far as I know, but I reckon Bosk is... he seems to struggle to say the next words, and starts again. I think Bosk might be close to Her, but I don't know that for sure. I know two bases. There are more, but I don't know them. If I wanted to find them, I'd go there.
He gives two locations: One is the site in the Sea Ward that Zhudala had previously scouted out. The other is in the Docks, not too far from the Blushing Mermaid.
I... I don't know, sir, and that's the truth; Rok speaks to Varinth but has a wary eye on Dekhan, as if trying to reassure him of his honesty. I... don't know about the plan for you. Just that, well, there was one. Someone paid good money. I don't know what for. But we were to look for you, and report back if we saw you, and that's all I know I swear.
Sure you lot must have some sense o' what you want. Scaring the folks...aye fear...but where is the gold what pays you and feeds you. You lot jest say, "HER sure is a fine boss?"
How do ye get paid and how do ye get supplies?
Have ye any movement or mention of the Lords and Ladies o' the city?
The Dunstins? The Blackstaffs? What about the Divlaynes? (Watching for reaction) ...or the Entwhistles?
Seen any signets or marks of upper class? Ye can't be so daft to have never wondered how this pays for itself.
Scupper, after you ask 'HER sure is a fine boss', Rok pales slightly and looks down. I... guess that's right, sort of. Look, there's not much else I... Again, the words seem to catch in his throat and he rephrases. I guess I wanted to join a gang and so I did. I was in another that got broken up by the Watch. This lot have the Watch pissing in their pants. It's a good.... I guess I thought it was better than being on my own waiting for Gods knows what. Money comes from the top. And you don't ask questions. Not every gang works like that, but some do. This one does.
We get paid and supplied in the base. The one I mentioned, in the docks. New recruits go through the Sea Wards. I reckon there are others, but I dunno.
Lords and Ladies? In a gang? How the hells would I know. I mean, no. No, I don't know.
Scupper, make an Insight check as you watch for a reaction to the name Divlayne.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Insight 12
I'm still thinking we should try my way, Dek. There's sometin' more n' a bit fishy about him than the docks. Who gives the orders? You choose targets t' burn and areas t' terrorize. The watch mebbe scare but I ain't. What's keeping the odd adventurer from facin' off against ye? What keeps ye from showing up in the wrong place or overlappin' yer other bases? Who draws the line? Who brings supplies? How d'ye recognize each other on the street and keep from fightin' each other? Is there a sign? A code word?
A dry shite like you would soon enough be steppin' on all the wrong toes. So who's off limits? How's someone supposed te tell you they already paid?
Scupper, you don't get a clear sense of any special reaction to that name.
Rok stares at the menacing halfling. I... look, I just follow orders, okay? I don't know who sorts all that shit out. I don't choose anything. Lackley didn't neither. We get supplies and orders from the same place, like I told you. And we don't recognise each other, no reason to. We follow orders, that's all. No sign. No codes. No nothing.
Sos your out having a time maybe a drink and some other so n so walks in with swagger from another hideout and you two gotta decide who's the meanest in the bar? You see, you're running wit the Fire Mages and that even scares the watch so you don't gotta say nothing. But this guy he's really full o' hisself like he's got a whole pirate ship bout to follow him through the door. Turns out one of yas is gonna have to back down or fight it out. Now ye don't want two hideouts o' the same gang meeting in an alley te settle scores. So you give him a knowing eye te see if maybe he's one of ye.
So what...you jest know? No red sash? No marking on your hand? Ye might jest be the worst batch o' miserable outlaws I ever heard of. And yer info seems worthless save maybe the location. So let's stick with that.
Guards? How do they identify ye coming? When do ye pull watch? How many of ya at a time? Will they be missing you?
The guards know us. They look at us. We show our faces at the door and we go in. His face sinks in sudden realisation. Oh, shit, no, please, don't make me go there with you. Please. They will kill me. I gotta.... I gotta run, get out of the city. Or I'm a dead man, and that's the truth.
Groups of five or six maybe. They'll notice tomor... - I mean, today - later today, that Lackley's not back. We don't go back right away after a fire job.
We don't go back right way after a fire job..."Roc, you say you're just following orders and I believe you. 'Tis no justification for evil acts, but I empathize being beholden to another's' will. You get your orders from this hideout in the Dockward, but how? Someone just leaves a note? We're going there, believe it; you decide whether you come with what else you disclose." He enters the man's mind. "I can't speak for all the others, but I don't want to hurt you, just free you from your shackles. Help me help you."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
We go in, says Rok. We all go in. And we wait and check our equipment while Lackley goes and speaks to his boss in another room, and he comes back with the orders. We see other groups there. Sometimes we change groups. That's all.
Roc, having seen the end your path leads to will you turn back towards the Light? If you swear, under oath, to live a good life from here on out it will go a long way towards helping me persuade my friends that you needn't be eliminated.
Strix picks idly at his teeth and tries to think of a question. His favourite colour is probably red, with the fire and everything. It's unlikely he has a lead on where to find a pet shop. Doesn't seem the right time to ask for song requests. Hmmmmm. He makes a mental note of the name "foresaken" - if he sees any of his old gangs' trader outriders in the market he might try to get a message back to Beartrap, see what she knows.
(OOC - Sorry. Can't really add much to this I'm afraid, but my Criminal Contact - specifically "You know how to get messages to and from your contact, even over great distances;" - might be of some use? Given the distance though, any information coming back is likely to reach us too late to be useful)
To Incantis: We get jobs every couple of days. Maybe two a week. It's not regular, though. In between we train and we drink.
To Dekhan: He seems to struggle against your spell, finding words that the magic will allow him to say. I... don't know how to... I... will try to... Ah, crap. Shit. I dunno. I don't want to die. I... will get out of the city, maybe see my family. Maybe it will be better away from the city. I don't know about.... an oath... I'm weak, you know. Please, don't kill me. But I've never lived an honest life. I don't know how.... I'm too... Ah, shit.
To Scupper: Maybe a dozen, never more than two dozen. We're one of the more experienced, at this work. A lot will be raw recruit, if there's more than a dozen.
To Strix he says nothing, though he eyes your teeth warily.
His eyes flash and begin to glow as he speaks Dekhan will make a show of stepping into the zone of truth, his eyes beginning to flash and glow as he speaks. I am within the area of effect of my spell now, Roc, so what I say is the truth. If we let you go and I find out through my network that you have committed more evil acts I will find you and the vengeance that I visit upon you will be as terrible and inexorable as the dawn. You will receive no mercy, no quarter, and no chance to appeal to your gods, this I swear.
And jest in case yer thinking, "how would he know?"
I'm well acquainted with this parts. We have allies within the pirates o the Sea Witch, the tieves guild, goblins, and have even managed to beat some orcs into the light. That's jest the worst o them. You decide te play in the dark and I'll know...cepting the Underdark. We know a couple drow but we ain't friendly like. Ye wanna take yer chances wit them, be my guest. Haha.
Do you know the names of anyone higher in the command chain than you that is still alive? If so where can they be found? How would you go about finding the Forsaken right now?
Lackley answered to Amkall. Amkall's boss was called Bosk. That's as far as I know, but I reckon Bosk is... he seems to struggle to say the next words, and starts again. I think Bosk might be close to Her, but I don't know that for sure. I know two bases. There are more, but I don't know them. If I wanted to find them, I'd go there.
He gives two locations: One is the site in the Sea Ward that Zhudala had previously scouted out. The other is in the Docks, not too far from the Blushing Mermaid.
Varinth suddenly blurts out
Did you guys take Soodi?
Realising they might not be on a first name basis, he adds .. my camel!
I... I don't know, sir, and that's the truth; Rok speaks to Varinth but has a wary eye on Dekhan, as if trying to reassure him of his honesty. I... don't know about the plan for you. Just that, well, there was one. Someone paid good money. I don't know what for. But we were to look for you, and report back if we saw you, and that's all I know I swear.
Sure you lot must have some sense o' what you want. Scaring the folks...aye fear...but where is the gold what pays you and feeds you. You lot jest say, "HER sure is a fine boss?"
How do ye get paid and how do ye get supplies?
Have ye any movement or mention of the Lords and Ladies o' the city?
The Dunstins? The Blackstaffs? What about the Divlaynes? (Watching for reaction) ...or the Entwhistles?
Seen any signets or marks of upper class? Ye can't be so daft to have never wondered how this pays for itself.
Scupper, after you ask 'HER sure is a fine boss', Rok pales slightly and looks down. I... guess that's right, sort of. Look, there's not much else I... Again, the words seem to catch in his throat and he rephrases. I guess I wanted to join a gang and so I did. I was in another that got broken up by the Watch. This lot have the Watch pissing in their pants. It's a good.... I guess I thought it was better than being on my own waiting for Gods knows what. Money comes from the top. And you don't ask questions. Not every gang works like that, but some do. This one does.
We get paid and supplied in the base. The one I mentioned, in the docks. New recruits go through the Sea Wards. I reckon there are others, but I dunno.
Lords and Ladies? In a gang? How the hells would I know. I mean, no. No, I don't know.
Scupper, make an Insight check as you watch for a reaction to the name Divlayne.
Insight 12
I'm still thinking we should try my way, Dek. There's sometin' more n' a bit fishy about him than the docks. Who gives the orders? You choose targets t' burn and areas t' terrorize. The watch mebbe scare but I ain't. What's keeping the odd adventurer from facin' off against ye? What keeps ye from showing up in the wrong place or overlappin' yer other bases? Who draws the line? Who brings supplies? How d'ye recognize each other on the street and keep from fightin' each other? Is there a sign? A code word?
A dry shite like you would soon enough be steppin' on all the wrong toes. So who's off limits? How's someone supposed te tell you they already paid?
Scupper, you don't get a clear sense of any special reaction to that name.
Rok stares at the menacing halfling. I... look, I just follow orders, okay? I don't know who sorts all that shit out. I don't choose anything. Lackley didn't neither. We get supplies and orders from the same place, like I told you. And we don't recognise each other, no reason to. We follow orders, that's all. No sign. No codes. No nothing.
Paid what? What you talking about?
Sos your out having a time maybe a drink and some other so n so walks in with swagger from another hideout and you two gotta decide who's the meanest in the bar? You see, you're running wit the Fire Mages and that even scares the watch so you don't gotta say nothing. But this guy he's really full o' hisself like he's got a whole pirate ship bout to follow him through the door. Turns out one of yas is gonna have to back down or fight it out. Now ye don't want two hideouts o' the same gang meeting in an alley te settle scores. So you give him a knowing eye te see if maybe he's one of ye.
So what...you jest know? No red sash? No marking on your hand? Ye might jest be the worst batch o' miserable outlaws I ever heard of. And yer info seems worthless save maybe the location. So let's stick with that.
Guards? How do they identify ye coming? When do ye pull watch? How many of ya at a time? Will they be missing you?
The guards know us. They look at us. We show our faces at the door and we go in. His face sinks in sudden realisation. Oh, shit, no, please, don't make me go there with you. Please. They will kill me. I gotta.... I gotta run, get out of the city. Or I'm a dead man, and that's the truth.
Groups of five or six maybe. They'll notice tomor... - I mean, today - later today, that Lackley's not back. We don't go back right away after a fire job.
We don't go back right way after a fire job... "Roc, you say you're just following orders and I believe you. 'Tis no justification for evil acts, but I empathize being beholden to another's' will. You get your orders from this hideout in the Dockward, but how? Someone just leaves a note? We're going there, believe it; you decide whether you come with what else you disclose." He enters the man's mind. "I can't speak for all the others, but I don't want to hurt you, just free you from your shackles. Help me help you."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
We go in, says Rok. We all go in. And we wait and check our equipment while Lackley goes and speaks to his boss in another room, and he comes back with the orders. We see other groups there. Sometimes we change groups. That's all.
Incantis nods, satisfied. "One last thing. How often do you get jobs? And what do you do in between?"
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Roc, having seen the end your path leads to will you turn back towards the Light? If you swear, under oath, to live a good life from here on out it will go a long way towards helping me persuade my friends that you needn't be eliminated.
How many o' you lads are in the hideout at any given time? Ever heard o' traps or defenses?
Strix picks idly at his teeth and tries to think of a question. His favourite colour is probably red, with the fire and everything. It's unlikely he has a lead on where to find a pet shop. Doesn't seem the right time to ask for song requests. Hmmmmm. He makes a mental note of the name "foresaken" - if he sees any of his old gangs' trader outriders in the market he might try to get a message back to Beartrap, see what she knows.
(OOC - Sorry. Can't really add much to this I'm afraid, but my Criminal Contact - specifically "You know how to get messages to and from your contact, even over great distances;" - might be of some use? Given the distance though, any information coming back is likely to reach us too late to be useful)
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
To Incantis: We get jobs every couple of days. Maybe two a week. It's not regular, though. In between we train and we drink.
To Dekhan: He seems to struggle against your spell, finding words that the magic will allow him to say. I... don't know how to... I... will try to... Ah, crap. Shit. I dunno. I don't want to die. I... will get out of the city, maybe see my family. Maybe it will be better away from the city. I don't know about.... an oath... I'm weak, you know. Please, don't kill me. But I've never lived an honest life. I don't know how.... I'm too... Ah, shit.
To Scupper: Maybe a dozen, never more than two dozen. We're one of the more experienced, at this work. A lot will be raw recruit, if there's more than a dozen.
To Strix he says nothing, though he eyes your teeth warily.
His eyes flash and begin to glow as he speaks Dekhan will make a show of stepping into the zone of truth, his eyes beginning to flash and glow as he speaks. I am within the area of effect of my spell now, Roc, so what I say is the truth. If we let you go and I find out through my network that you have committed more evil acts I will find you and the vengeance that I visit upon you will be as terrible and inexorable as the dawn. You will receive no mercy, no quarter, and no chance to appeal to your gods, this I swear.
And jest in case yer thinking, "how would he know?"
I'm well acquainted with this parts. We have allies within the pirates o the Sea Witch, the tieves guild, goblins, and have even managed to beat some orcs into the light. That's jest the worst o them. You decide te play in the dark and I'll know...cepting the Underdark. We know a couple drow but we ain't friendly like. Ye wanna take yer chances wit them, be my guest. Haha.
Okay okay, so whats the plan? We go now? Varinth is obviously getting a little pumped.