Strix takes a high-kneed perch on the edge of his seat and cocks his head sideways, offering brief chirp of "Strix!" as soon as there's a silent moment. He spends most of the time looking at the sartorial offerings. Partially because he's always on the lookout for a luchadore owl mask, and partly because he's always wondered where brigands like the Redbrands get their colour-coordinated uniforms.
Incantis, you see a pleasant living room, looking like it might be in a house with a family of five or six - it just about accommodates you and your group. The chairs are comfortable, the curtains pretty and possibly hand sewn. You see a bag of knitting on the ground next to Vhairi's chair, and a door leading back to the front door and the street outside, and another leading further into the house.
Dekhan clears his throat My apologies, lady Green. Yes, these are the friends I spoke of earlier. They are good people and I vouch for all of them. There have been quite a few developments since last we met. We had another run in with the bandits that was touch and go for a moment before we eventually triumphed, even capturing two of their number. Unfortunately the watch showed up and took out prisoners before we had a chance to question them. Even more unfortunately the watch house burned down, killing our bandits and a few others. We’ve come to you for advice on what to do next. My friend Scupper has some intel you may find interesting as well. He looks over to Scupper with a reassuring smile on his face.
((Sorry guys! Had a crappy couple days and didn’t manage to get on, but I’m back on track!)
I've been a recent member o' the Zhentarim. Aye sure and it seemed like a decent bunch o' tieves to be sure. The mining supplier where we all got to being a bit more heroic made the offer, but I can't say reward has been a plenty. That's jest bad business if yer asking me. Anyway, we comes here to Waterdeep and sure I'm tinking I'll get some good coin fer someting. Instead, this Harlow tells me I'm to assist her in trying te buy the services o' the fire mages. Mages who'd already tried te kill us outside the city and did kill some kind but uncapable guards we'd met in this lovely little roadhouse owned by a fine dwarf named after a flower...escapes me what flower but she was a lovely lass and the guards were decent lads and the mages - these fire throwing feckers... well I seen bad and I worked with bad and these lads is jest fecking awful. No style. No goals save murder and even a pirate puts coin afore murder unless he's jest daft like ol Hip-shiv (named on account o' where he kept his shivs) and daft he was too. I could tell you stories about his time on the Witch and you'd laugh...well maybe yed laugh on account o' yer not laughing yet and some o' this is good tipple but I'll move it along I guess seein' as yer look is like me ma when they wanted me helping with guests and parties and responsibilities.
Look lass, I ain't all good and though Dek is a swell and honorable type, I've done me share o' dirty work even under his watchful gaze, but when the barnacle meets the waves n' the wind meets the sails, these folk is jest downright good. That deep type o' good that even got under me own skin and has had me doing more good than bad o' late and well, that's saying something. I'd swing for this lot if I had too and they may never know the tings I do always jest, but they keep me square more times than not. So this Harlow and these Black Watch types can go screw and I'll take me chances with Dek there, and Inky with his mind witchery, and Strix - the curious one, and Vaz - the only dragon I call me brother and would happily burn for.
Vhairi pauses for a very long time and then turns her studied-neutral gaze on Dekhan. Master Vale, have you brought a member of the Zhentarim to my house?
Let's call it soon to be ex-Zhentarim. I'm not sure if they'll kill me fer this but when I said who I'd joined and that I was quitting, Dek suggested I talk at you first in case you had advice.
She looks at the coin for a moment, and then at Scupper. Tell me, do they really call you 'Fangs'? Do you call each other that? Do you have meetings where you pass the biscuits and say "Thank you, fellow Fang"? I've always thought it was rather silly. She giggles, and then seems to relax a little.
The Zhentarim are an unpleasant bunch, and many unpleasant people find them unpleasant. One thing I would reassure you, Master Scupper, is that my friends are quite willing to work with unpleasant people such as yourself, if the ultimate goal is a good one. However, if you are attempting to use your friends and me to gather information which you will then report to the Zhentarim, then I would assure you there are agents in this city who can end your life. I'm sure you would expect no less.
So, to business. From what I understand, you seem to think it's your responsibility to fight against this new gang, these mages who are bringing fire and death to Waterdeep. I'm glad of that, though I don't fully see the why of it. My advice, Dekhan, all of you, is that you see it through to the end, or just leave. I would prefer the former, of course.
You have one lead to them. A meeting tomorrow night, under the watchful gaze of the Zhentarim. A meeting that you, master Scupper, are invited to. A meeting that you could all gatecrash, if you were so minded. The Zhentarim like the shadows; they would most likely withdraw if interrupted, rather than stand or fight. So that is one option.
Varinth is nodding at the things being said but it is quite apparent that he is not listening. He slowly looks to the door and tilts his head, as though he forgot something.
Dekhan looks a bit sheepish at Vhari’s question but answers with a steady voice You said to bring my friends with me, miss, and before he is anything else to me he is my friend.
Dekhan looks to Incantis at the mention of further leads Incantis was able to get a bit of a read off one of them, he saw a burly, bearded man with a savage temper. Am I remembering that correctly, Cantis?
I have never been to a "meeting" of more than one. I was struck a bit by the titles. A bit silly in my opinion since, to me, they seem loose knit. I didn't feel all that much use in my brief employ and certainly not in recompense but my friends tell me they are far reaching and powerful. I don't like being lied to. This fraternity of sorts, as described, feels more like a secret army. I'm not good with military authority and less so with lies from a dark and shadowy government. Know even less of the Harpers. Does Dek have a title? Sapling maybe or young shrub? As for plans. Oh I intends to become involved now. Even if I went te that meeting alone, somebody has te die for making me, err causing me, err fer shaking me knewly found morals.
Sapling would be a lovely rank, but that's for Master Vale for tell you, not I. And alas, this city is full of burly bearded men with tempers.
Do you know anything more? Anything that would help you to find them? And what exactly is it you wish to happen? Are you to be the saviours of the city? Or is this something more personal?
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Scupper, there's no visible response to the name 'Harrow' on Vhairi's face; she is still looking expectantly at Dekhan.
Strix takes a high-kneed perch on the edge of his seat and cocks his head sideways, offering brief chirp of "Strix!" as soon as there's a silent moment. He spends most of the time looking at the sartorial offerings. Partially because he's always on the lookout for a luchadore owl mask, and partly because he's always wondered where brigands like the Redbrands get their colour-coordinated uniforms.
Strix, Shifter Shadow Monk in Lost Mines of Phandelver ¦ Sihegiall Human Soulknife Rogue in In Search of Molly McGuffin
Varinth sits heavily in a chair, tipping his imaginary hat to the old elf.
Varinth, make a straight INT or WIS check - your choice.
Wisdom: 5
Varinth, it occurs to you that Soodi is nowhere to be seen, and she didn't accompany you from the inn this morning. You feel a little odd about this.
While waiting for introductions, Incantis looks around the common room to get his bearings.
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
Incantis, you see a pleasant living room, looking like it might be in a house with a family of five or six - it just about accommodates you and your group. The chairs are comfortable, the curtains pretty and possibly hand sewn. You see a bag of knitting on the ground next to Vhairi's chair, and a door leading back to the front door and the street outside, and another leading further into the house.
Dekhan clears his throat My apologies, lady Green. Yes, these are the friends I spoke of earlier. They are good people and I vouch for all of them. There have been quite a few developments since last we met. We had another run in with the bandits that was touch and go for a moment before we eventually triumphed, even capturing two of their number. Unfortunately the watch showed up and took out prisoners before we had a chance to question them. Even more unfortunately the watch house burned down, killing our bandits and a few others. We’ve come to you for advice on what to do next. My friend Scupper has some intel you may find interesting as well. He looks over to Scupper with a reassuring smile on his face.
((Sorry guys! Had a crappy couple days and didn’t manage to get on, but I’m back on track!)
Vhairi looks at Scupper, saying nothing.
I've been a recent member o' the Zhentarim. Aye sure and it seemed like a decent bunch o' tieves to be sure. The mining supplier where we all got to being a bit more heroic made the offer, but I can't say reward has been a plenty. That's jest bad business if yer asking me. Anyway, we comes here to Waterdeep and sure I'm tinking I'll get some good coin fer someting. Instead, this Harlow tells me I'm to assist her in trying te buy the services o' the fire mages. Mages who'd already tried te kill us outside the city and did kill some kind but uncapable guards we'd met in this lovely little roadhouse owned by a fine dwarf named after a flower...escapes me what flower but she was a lovely lass and the guards were decent lads and the mages - these fire throwing feckers... well I seen bad and I worked with bad and these lads is jest fecking awful. No style. No goals save murder and even a pirate puts coin afore murder unless he's jest daft like ol Hip-shiv (named on account o' where he kept his shivs) and daft he was too. I could tell you stories about his time on the Witch and you'd laugh...well maybe yed laugh on account o' yer not laughing yet and some o' this is good tipple but I'll move it along I guess seein' as yer look is like me ma when they wanted me helping with guests and parties and responsibilities.
Look lass, I ain't all good and though Dek is a swell and honorable type, I've done me share o' dirty work even under his watchful gaze, but when the barnacle meets the waves n' the wind meets the sails, these folk is jest downright good. That deep type o' good that even got under me own skin and has had me doing more good than bad o' late and well, that's saying something. I'd swing for this lot if I had too and they may never know the tings I do always jest, but they keep me square more times than not. So this Harlow and these Black Watch types can go screw and I'll take me chances with Dek there, and Inky with his mind witchery, and Strix - the curious one, and Vaz - the only dragon I call me brother and would happily burn for.
So Dek says to talk to you and now we're here.
Vhairi pauses for a very long time and then turns her studied-neutral gaze on Dekhan. Master Vale, have you brought a member of the Zhentarim to my house?
Let's call it soon to be ex-Zhentarim. I'm not sure if they'll kill me fer this but when I said who I'd joined and that I was quitting, Dek suggested I talk at you first in case you had advice.
In an attempt to clear the air, he takes out his black coin and flips it in the air, watching it fall to the floor between them.
"Do with that what ye will"
She looks at the coin for a moment, and then at Scupper. Tell me, do they really call you 'Fangs'? Do you call each other that? Do you have meetings where you pass the biscuits and say "Thank you, fellow Fang"? I've always thought it was rather silly. She giggles, and then seems to relax a little.
The Zhentarim are an unpleasant bunch, and many unpleasant people find them unpleasant. One thing I would reassure you, Master Scupper, is that my friends are quite willing to work with unpleasant people such as yourself, if the ultimate goal is a good one. However, if you are attempting to use your friends and me to gather information which you will then report to the Zhentarim, then I would assure you there are agents in this city who can end your life. I'm sure you would expect no less.
So, to business. From what I understand, you seem to think it's your responsibility to fight against this new gang, these mages who are bringing fire and death to Waterdeep. I'm glad of that, though I don't fully see the why of it. My advice, Dekhan, all of you, is that you see it through to the end, or just leave. I would prefer the former, of course.
You have one lead to them. A meeting tomorrow night, under the watchful gaze of the Zhentarim. A meeting that you, master Scupper, are invited to. A meeting that you could all gatecrash, if you were so minded. The Zhentarim like the shadows; they would most likely withdraw if interrupted, rather than stand or fight. So that is one option.
Have you other leads to them?
Varinth is nodding at the things being said but it is quite apparent that he is not listening. He slowly looks to the door and tilts his head, as though he forgot something.
Dekhan looks a bit sheepish at Vhari’s question but answers with a steady voice You said to bring my friends with me, miss, and before he is anything else to me he is my friend.
Dekhan looks to Incantis at the mention of further leads Incantis was able to get a bit of a read off one of them, he saw a burly, bearded man with a savage temper. Am I remembering that correctly, Cantis?
I have never been to a "meeting" of more than one. I was struck a bit by the titles. A bit silly in my opinion since, to me, they seem loose knit. I didn't feel all that much use in my brief employ and certainly not in recompense but my friends tell me they are far reaching and powerful. I don't like being lied to. This fraternity of sorts, as described, feels more like a secret army. I'm not good with military authority and less so with lies from a dark and shadowy government. Know even less of the Harpers. Does Dek have a title? Sapling maybe or young shrub? As for plans. Oh I intends to become involved now. Even if I went te that meeting alone, somebody has te die for making me, err causing me, err fer shaking me knewly found morals.
Sapling would be a lovely rank, but that's for Master Vale for tell you, not I. And alas, this city is full of burly bearded men with tempers.
Do you know anything more? Anything that would help you to find them? And what exactly is it you wish to happen? Are you to be the saviours of the city? Or is this something more personal?