Aye, you’d do well to listen to Bastion. My gut tells me the night elf was tellin the truth, but even if it’s the case, he didn’t know the whole story. Let me show you on your map about where the attacks have been taking place.
There’s also my sister’s contact in the thieves guild. His name is Nimbus he keeps a room at... Mikkael trails of rather sheepishly as he looks at Desguin.
Aye, at the Griffon’s Roost across town. Nimbus is no stranger to me. We’ve... cooperated with each other before. Desguin frowns. Again, not a word of this to anyone!
With a look of disgust on her face after getting a waft of the noxious air emitted by Ackam, Agency lifts a mug with her tail, nods to the rest of the group and Des and takes a sip. The look of disgust only slightly faded. She shook her head and addressed Desguin, Might you enlighten us on which of the thirteen you have placed the most suspicion on? Also, since you mention it, I'm sure we would all be interested in which of them would be the most amenable to our cause.
I believe this “L” is involved with the Twelve, I couldn’t say who with any degree of certainty, I only know that my inquiries and requests are being opposed and that that opposistion is coming from someone high up. The Thirteen have their spies amongst the Twelve, that’s a given, but I doubt they can exercise any real power within the government.
Mostly satisfied with the drow’s response, I like the idea of giving him a chance, she turns to Talist, for some reason I have a weird feeling you should try architecture?And please don’t go making us regret this.Perhaps if you’re so worried about him, you could do us a solid keep an eye out for the group?She sends a full-toothed smile in Ackam’s direction.Let’s go!
In the tavern, Aedra takes a mug of the beverage presented to her and sips it modestly with a nod in response to Ackam’s cheers.Then shudders slightly at the thought of a bunch of halflings greasing each other up.She’s suddenly less interested in buttering her bread.Hate to be “that guy,” but I’m new around here.Could someone give me a quick rundown on this Twelve and Thirteen business?
"Well we could always go peepin' aboot teh slummins, as Oi've said before." Earthhand says as he lifts his mug to his scraggly mouth. "Ahhhh tha's teh stuff... Oi agree wit Bastion, seems roit foolish ter put teh cart befer teh horse whaen there's othere leads ter check on."He peeks at Mikkael and Desguin. "Unless, tha' is, yer man Nimbus is a good next stop."
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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
The Twelve are the representives of the merchant guilds who rule the city: The university of Magic, the Dock Workers, the Alchemists, and so on.. The Thirteen are their underworld counterparts Thieves, beggers, assassins.
If anyone probably has information, it must be someone that knows this city in and out. While the assassins fit the bill, they probably stick to quickly dealing with their target and disappearing just as fast. Our best bet then is the Thieves guild and this Nimbus fellow. Who knows what they have overheard or what documents they have taken that might give us greater insight into this "L".
Is there anything you can tell us about Nimbus or the thieves guild to prepare us for a meeting with him?
It’s true that there isn’t much that goes on in Olber that the Thieves Guild doesn’t have at least a passing knowledge of, and Nimbus is more in the know than most. He’s a Tabaxi, pretty well established in the guild. There’s been a few duels he was involved in that we looked into but it seems he won them all fairly, did his best to avoid bloodshed too boot by all accounts. I do know him to be a demon with his rapier, and when his dagger comes out as well? I’d rather be on his side than gainst him.
While unsavory at best, I am inclined to agree that Nimbus is a point explore. Especially with the initial events more concentrated on a part of town that the thieves guild would likely have the most knowledge of.....Regardless, I think it is important to also meet up with the contact at the University of Magic, what was his or his name?
Desguin, you mentioned recent political...adjustments with the 12 and I think discussing with folk who have a seat on said body might help us understand if someone has recently come into a position to exert more pressure. Speaking of which, Desguin, have the representatives making up the 12 themself changed recently?
"Tabaxi, huh? I sailed wit' one of dem back during me more salty days. As good as a fella' as any. Well, that was til' durin' a raid on a nutter ship when a crossbow bolt decided to give da poor basterd a lobotomy,"Ackam says after taking a big sip of ale. He wipes his mouth with his forearm, jumps off his seat, and heads over to the keg to refill his mug. "I dink we should make a move soon. Time, unfortunately, ain't being on our side and all." Ackam says and takes another big gulp from his freshly poured mug, the alcohol dripping down his chest followed by a loud belch, "So, shall we finish these rounds of questions and ale and den move to question dis Nimbus fella?" and with that Ackam throws back his mug of ale, finishing it with three big gulps, and then pours himself another.
"If'n it werren't fer our recent waylayin's Oi'd suggest briefly spletten up aen talkin ter each o' these three leads in paers, but Oi'm none too sure how safee it'd be. Oi'cd talk ter thisee professor of magick wit' yeh shadow sorceress, Ackam aen this lump o' steel caen talk shop wit thisee Nimbus, aen Varris aen Agency seem perfect to slick up ter teh twelve." Earthhand pauses, running his hand through his beard in long, steady strokes. "Tha' having beenee said Oi wouldn't mind staying as a herd aen talking ter this Nimbus all tehgether. If indeed he's in teh slummin's aen is part o' thisee 'thieves guild', et might be best ter approach collective-like."
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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
Desguin looks at Augustus in consideration. There have been some change ups, aye. Nothing major, though. Esmelda Hadeell took over the Alchemists Guild not 3 months past. Garald Traiganth was forced to step down from the Dockworkers guild when his daughter Adriana fell ill. The ancient Baron Dalton Rogase has been replaced by his nephew Elgar. All fairly standard transitions. Excepting poor Garald, of course.
Things being what they are, Earthhand, I’d recommend sticking together...
I am good to go with same formation as last time. Did we do some kindof rest here?
Fighting alongside you all has been the most excitement I've had since coming to this Godsforsaken city. It's been .. fun... to have someone watch my back for once. I'm of the mind to stick together on this one too. If Aedra and Bastion are in agreement I believe we are done.
Your hospitality is greatly appreciated Sir Desguin. Hopefully the next time we see eachother will be with good news.
I will be waiting outside while you guys finish up. She takes one final sip and heads for the exit.
Ackam finishes the last of his booze and moves to the front of the group, his body swaying just slightly, and stands next to Bastion. He looks up at the mechanized monster, smiles, and hiccups. "Ya ready, my bucket head friend," Ackam slurs. He then looks back at the rest of the crew and says "Aw'right, ramblers, let's get ramblin'"
Put your spoiler here. Ackam, you are in the sweet spot drunk wise. You get advantage on strength Charisma and fear checks and disadvantage on wisdom checks.
And so, decided on your course of action, you thank Desguin for his help and hospitality and head back through the common room of the Soldier's Ease. As you pass through the room some of the tables fall silent and many patrons raise their glasses to you, news of your exploits in the arena have spread. Respect shows clearly on many of the faces of the watchmen and soldiers who fill the room. As you walk out the door conversation goes back to its full volume and you hear "Slew an entire cadre of drow with goblin support, I heard."
You make your way through the town, it is dusk and you begin to notice people moving at more of a clip, as though they wish to be behind closed doors before full night. The trip to the Griffon's Roost passes uneventfully and you come to a large inn with white washed walls and redwood timbers. Music and light spill into the night from within.
You walk into the large boisterous common room of the Griffon's Roost. A grizzled bartender stands behind the bar polishing it's dark wood with a rag. He eyes you as you walk in then goes back to his polishing. The room is mostly full with a mixed crowd. Sailors flush from a voyage mingle, with rough and ready types, as well as affluent people down from the hill looking for some excitement. You see tall grey and black Tabaxi at one of the tables in the back playing cards with some of those wealthy thrill seekers. He throws down his cards in exasperation and pushes back from the table.
Damn it, Narsis, if you screwed your wife the way you just screwed me she wouldn't be running around on you! The man at the table all laugh, non harder than Narsis himself. Nimbus, it's not my fault you caught some bad cards! Unlucky my friend! Unlucky!
The mouth on this one. This is must our tabaxi. Ackam, he clearly sounds like one of your lot. See if you can ask to get in on the next game and we can maybe maneuver into a better position to converse with him.
Aye, you’d do well to listen to Bastion. My gut tells me the night elf was tellin the truth, but even if it’s the case, he didn’t know the whole story. Let me show you on your map about where the attacks have been taking place.
There’s also my sister’s contact in the thieves guild. His name is Nimbus he keeps a room at... Mikkael trails of rather sheepishly as he looks at Desguin.
Aye, at the Griffon’s Roost across town. Nimbus is no stranger to me. We’ve... cooperated with each other before. Desguin frowns. Again, not a word of this to anyone!
I believe this “L” is involved with the Twelve, I couldn’t say who with any degree of certainty, I only know that my inquiries and requests are being opposed and that that opposistion is coming from someone high up. The Thirteen have their spies amongst the Twelve, that’s a given, but I doubt they can exercise any real power within the government.
Mostly satisfied with the drow’s response, I like the idea of giving him a chance, she turns to Talist, for some reason I have a weird feeling you should try architecture? And please don’t go making us regret this. Perhaps if you’re so worried about him, you could do us a solid keep an eye out for the group? She sends a full-toothed smile in Ackam’s direction. Let’s go!
In the tavern, Aedra takes a mug of the beverage presented to her and sips it modestly with a nod in response to Ackam’s cheers. Then shudders slightly at the thought of a bunch of halflings greasing each other up. She’s suddenly less interested in buttering her bread. Hate to be “that guy,” but I’m new around here. Could someone give me a quick rundown on this Twelve and Thirteen business?
"Well we could always go peepin' aboot teh slummins, as Oi've said before." Earthhand says as he lifts his mug to his scraggly mouth. "Ahhhh tha's teh stuff... Oi agree wit Bastion, seems roit foolish ter put teh cart befer teh horse whaen there's othere leads ter check on." He peeks at Mikkael and Desguin. "Unless, tha' is, yer man Nimbus is a good next stop."
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
The Twelve are the representives of the merchant guilds who rule the city: The university of Magic, the Dock Workers, the Alchemists, and so on.. The Thirteen are their underworld counterparts Thieves, beggers, assassins.
If anyone probably has information, it must be someone that knows this city in and out. While the assassins fit the bill, they probably stick to quickly dealing with their target and disappearing just as fast. Our best bet then is the Thieves guild and this Nimbus fellow. Who knows what they have overheard or what documents they have taken that might give us greater insight into this "L".
Is there anything you can tell us about Nimbus or the thieves guild to prepare us for a meeting with him?
It’s true that there isn’t much that goes on in Olber that the Thieves Guild doesn’t have at least a passing knowledge of, and Nimbus is more in the know than most. He’s a Tabaxi, pretty well established in the guild. There’s been a few duels he was involved in that we looked into but it seems he won them all fairly, did his best to avoid bloodshed too boot by all accounts. I do know him to be a demon with his rapier, and when his dagger comes out as well? I’d rather be on his side than gainst him.
While unsavory at best, I am inclined to agree that Nimbus is a point explore. Especially with the initial events more concentrated on a part of town that the thieves guild would likely have the most knowledge of.....Regardless, I think it is important to also meet up with the contact at the University of Magic, what was his or his name?
Desguin, you mentioned recent political...adjustments with the 12 and I think discussing with folk who have a seat on said body might help us understand if someone has recently come into a position to exert more pressure. Speaking of which, Desguin, have the representatives making up the 12 themself changed recently?
"Tabaxi, huh? I sailed wit' one of dem back during me more salty days. As good as a fella' as any. Well, that was til' durin' a raid on a nutter ship when a crossbow bolt decided to give da poor basterd a lobotomy," Ackam says after taking a big sip of ale. He wipes his mouth with his forearm, jumps off his seat, and heads over to the keg to refill his mug. "I dink we should make a move soon. Time, unfortunately, ain't being on our side and all." Ackam says and takes another big gulp from his freshly poured mug, the alcohol dripping down his chest followed by a loud belch, "So, shall we finish these rounds of questions and ale and den move to question dis Nimbus fella?" and with that Ackam throws back his mug of ale, finishing it with three big gulps, and then pours himself another.
Should I do a drunk check?
"If'n it werren't fer our recent waylayin's Oi'd suggest briefly spletten up aen talkin ter each o' these three leads in paers, but Oi'm none too sure how safee it'd be. Oi'cd talk ter thisee professor of magick wit' yeh shadow sorceress, Ackam aen this lump o' steel caen talk shop wit thisee Nimbus, aen Varris aen Agency seem perfect to slick up ter teh twelve." Earthhand pauses, running his hand through his beard in long, steady strokes. "Tha' having beenee said Oi wouldn't mind staying as a herd aen talking ter this Nimbus all tehgether. If indeed he's in teh slummin's aen is part o' thisee 'thieves guild', et might be best ter approach collective-like."
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
Desguin looks at Augustus in consideration. There have been some change ups, aye. Nothing major, though. Esmelda Hadeell took over the Alchemists Guild not 3 months past. Garald Traiganth was forced to step down from the Dockworkers guild when his daughter Adriana fell ill. The ancient Baron Dalton Rogase has been replaced by his nephew Elgar. All fairly standard transitions. Excepting poor Garald, of course.
Things being what they are, Earthhand, I’d recommend sticking together...
Ackam, roll a constitution save ...
"Awrigh' Oi'm in agreement wit' Ackam, off ter Nimbus Oi say."
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
Strength in numbers does seem to be to our benefit given our recent encounter. I am ready to depart upon the completion of this round of drink.
I am good to go with same formation as last time. Did we do some kindof rest here?
Fighting alongside you all has been the most excitement I've had since coming to this Godsforsaken city. It's been .. fun... to have someone watch my back for once. I'm of the mind to stick together on this one too. If Aedra and Bastion are in agreement I believe we are done.
Your hospitality is greatly appreciated Sir Desguin. Hopefully the next time we see eachother will be with good news.
I will be waiting outside while you guys finish up. She takes one final sip and heads for the exit.
Ackam finishes the last of his booze and moves to the front of the group, his body swaying just slightly, and stands next to Bastion. He looks up at the mechanized monster, smiles, and hiccups. "Ya ready, my bucket head friend," Ackam slurs. He then looks back at the rest of the crew and says "Aw'right, ramblers, let's get ramblin'"
Constitution Check: 21
Put your spoiler here. Ackam, you are in the sweet spot drunk wise. You get advantage on strength Charisma and fear checks and disadvantage on wisdom checks.
And so, decided on your course of action, you thank Desguin for his help and hospitality and head back through the common room of the Soldier's Ease. As you pass through the room some of the tables fall silent and many patrons raise their glasses to you, news of your exploits in the arena have spread. Respect shows clearly on many of the faces of the watchmen and soldiers who fill the room. As you walk out the door conversation goes back to its full volume and you hear "Slew an entire cadre of drow with goblin support, I heard."
You make your way through the town, it is dusk and you begin to notice people moving at more of a clip, as though they wish to be behind closed doors before full night. The trip to the Griffon's Roost passes uneventfully and you come to a large inn with white washed walls and redwood timbers. Music and light spill into the night from within.
The mouth on this one. This is must our tabaxi. Ackam, he clearly sounds like one of your lot. See if you can ask to get in on the next game and we can maybe maneuver into a better position to converse with him.