Yorvalor tells the Master Archivist that he will take his friend's possessions while he is in the Archives.
Yorvalor meets Emund and updates him on the meeting with Tharii. "I hope you had a good night's rest my friend. It seems that the clues leads us to the Faith, but it is not clear. That is just Tharii's assessment. It seems that we may need to pay our Orchids friends a visit after all. Do you happen to know anyone, besides Cade of course, that's fluent in Celestial?"
Yorvalor looks around the main chamber. "Have you seen Isabella by any chance during your stay?"
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Cade nods and hands over his weapons to the archivist. He smiles weakly at his friend.
"Take care of them, this sword belonged to my brother," Cade says gesturing to a shortsword with a darker colored hilt. The two shortswords came in a pair, one was called Castor and the other Pollux. Cade sighs. He had several goals in mind. Figure out what the scrolls say, see if there's any military logs here, see if there's any maps of the area. He was hoping to leave Dunnour and travel to a more mountainous region. Hopefully Keegan wouldn't be able to find him there.
Yorvalor and Emund begin their conversation. Catching up about Tharii and a little bit of what happened. During the course of their discussion, the sounds of voicing begin to be heard. “Ok. Sure. I can get that.” Someone responding, a bit muffled. “Ok. Yes. Yessir.”
Isabella came into the room. Busy writing down a list on a small notepad. She was in a bit of a world of her own. A simple homemade gown falling from her shoulder and reaching the floor. Hair falling messily about her face. “Anything else?”
The figure beside her was rather nondescript. Short hair. Plain eyes. “No, that’ll be all.” His voice had a thick Ethurian accent. (Ethuria is one of the 5 Kingdoms, and generally considered the most religious. While it is technically separate from the Faith; the Iron Throne weilds tremendous power there and is considered the true rulers.). The figure pulls up the hood of his traveler’s robes, before quickly leaving the building. On his way with little care for who else was around.
Cade gives the Archivist his weapons, who hand it over to a guard that stands by the exit from some of the main chambers. A small writ is given in return, before they head down the corridors of the Cathedral to some of its lower lairs. The archives are held in one of the private wings. And even then, some of the rooms would be off limits depending on the value of such holy texts that were kept. Still, records of members of the church. Tithings. Wars. History. It was all here. Nothing like the grand universities, but a scholar could find what he’s looking for.
“What is it you look for, Young Foxtrot?” Riktor asks as turns a set of keys and allows Cade access to the archives. Trying to never be more than a few feet away. “I’ve spent many a year down here, and could help guide you rather than searching scroll upon scroll.”
Cade makes a quick scan of the room. Cade wondered what he should ask for first. He wanted some time to see if he could decipher the Celestial scrolls on his own first. He wanted to find some Celestial texts that would help in deciphering the Celestial codes.
"I need a few things Mr. Riktor. I was wondering if you can point me in the direction of some the older Celestial texts. I would also like to take a look at some military logs, and finally I would like to do some research on some geographical locations," Cade responds. He was not sure if he could even decipher the celestial code on his own, but he had to try.
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Keegan will head to the area of the orchids warehouse, keeping a safe and discreet distance. Spending the time moving around, observing the building from different angles, watching who enters and exists. Guard shift swaps, other entrances, etc.
Yorvalor finally spots Isabella. He panics a little. He's not used to coming to the Cathedral looking for her, and he just realized that he hasn't given any thought of what he would say to her when he sees her.
He starts walking towards Isabella. "Greetings m'lady." After a few paces, one of his feet manages to trip on the tiniest imperfection on the floor. He tumbles forward, rolls over once, and he ends up a few feet in front of Isabella. When standing up, he used such force that he actually makes a small jump, and he manages to land right in front of her.
Yorvalor tries to hide his utter embarrassment (Deception: 11). "Fear not my fair lady. That was done in jest. I am trying to lighten you up a little. Your duties seem to be taxing you of late." He bows slightly. "Yorvalor the dashing minstrel at your service."
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
All caught up on the happenings with Tharii, and having shared his piece about the Faith, Emund follows Yorvalor over to Isabella, albeit less clumsily.
”Ethurians thinking of converting?” He asks her, trying to remember if he’d heard of any proselytization efforts in the country (Religion: 20 or History: 13). “Light of the Faith shine upon you.”
Emund looks around the room to see whether anyone else wears the same robes as the Ethurian man (Perception: 6).
Yorvalor & Emund: There's a faint redness that crosses Isabella's cheek. She hadn't even stopped to notice Yorvalor until his stumble and spill. The tiniest of motions as she bites her lip; both trying to stifle some kind of laugh and hide her own embarrassment. Her friends never came when she was at work. Well, not her friends of the city.
"I. So." she huffs, trying to figure out what to say. "Yes. Well" Her face gets a bit more flushed as she toys with the paper in her hand. "I'm sorry I missed your show last night." She finally just blurts out.
Cade: Archivist Riktor gives a nod as he begins to walk around. Seeming to have some general ideas of the things you're looking for. It does leave you for a few moments to be sitting at a desk by yourself. A spot for research where one could lay out multiple books and texts in some comfort. A small cellar-like window bringing in some light from the outside into the room. This place was musty, aging paper and oil and inks all mixing inside stale air that didn't move around well.
Riktor comes back with both a selection of celestial texts, mostly religious in nature, as well as a few other items that you were looking for. "I can assist in helping you find others, if these are not to your service and liking." (You can make a INT roll with advantage for figuring out the cypher they're using.) One of the scrolls, brought form what is a military section, seems different. A after action report on a battle during the war, one that you're not familiar with.
Keegan: Splitting off from the group, you head to the warehouse that you all came to the night before. The city is easy to navigate for you; having learn what allies to go down. How to be on the lookout for how the mice and bugs move to assist in giving you a bit of a edge when hunting down targets and stalking for information. Little signs that most miss. The warehouse areas are always loud. Some with looms and great machines building products. Others with people moving shipping containers and getting supplies ready. It's hot. It's messy. It's progress - according to the Faith. Not everyone felt that way, but the world is what it is. Still, the sounds of wood striking something followed by laughter isn't exactly what you had in mind. You come across the warehouse from before not to find a street gang roaming around... but children playing outside in the dirt. A few tossing a ball and trying to hit it with a stick while others chase after where it goes. Some of the adults do look rather rough, keeping a watchful gaze out and around. A few others seem to be bringing out water and what could be soup to the children playing outside. It's after a few moments you notice someone coming out and patting the children on the head. Greenish-grey skin. Broad shoulders and muscular arms. Squat, barely five feet tall. A top-hat, vest, and fancier clothing adoring his squat body to give himself more stature. A small pin on his vest of a Orchid. This could very well be the boss that others were talking about last night. But you find him smiling and waiving to the street kids, who do the same in return to him.
Cade: It takes a solid hour of going back and forth on the text of the two sheets of paper. Needing them together to figure out exactly what the words are, then comparing them to other texts. Overall it's a rather tricky cypher to break - but not impossible. Of course, knowing celestial does help the letter come to fruition. Once you figure it out, the actual message becomes clear:
The Deciphered Message
Favors and Crime do not go unnoticed. But we require you to strike out at the local taverns. Protections are down. Should be easy. And for our help, transgressions released and assistance aided on your behalf. More to come.
The military scrolls are mostly letters from soldiers writing about what they saw. Dying soldiers last wishes written down by priests to be recorded and not forgotten to time. But, it's this one scroll that he brought over that catches your eye. It's dated from the second year of the war of the Kingdom. Handwritten in a dialect of elf that, while readable, feels older. Some of the accents on the words slightly different. A letter changed here and there.
Sasha,
I think they were right. The Salais and the ruler of the Noctis are to deep in this war. Pawns trading for now. Yet to see a Rook or a Knight.
Cade stares at the letter that mentions his surname. He tries to remember if he ever knew a person named Sasha (History: 6). Cade looks around for the master archivist. He was going to tell Yorvalor and the others about the translation of the scrolls later.
"Excuse me, Mr. Riktor. Do you know how you got this letter," Cade asks.
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Yorvalor smiles to Isabella. "Please do not mention it my dear. I almost forgot that you were going to the Falcon last night! You didn't miss much, really. (Deception: 24). I am actually here to escort my friend. He's down at the archive right now."
Yorvalor feels weird. He usually has words for every occasion, and now they seem to just escape him. "...Err, Brother Emund. You were asking something about Ethurians?". He takes a step back and let Emund continue the conversation.
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"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
“Merely making a jest about the man she was talking with,” Emund says, remembering what Curtis had told him about keeping a low profile. While a joke wouldn’t seem out of the ordinary, a hard line of questioning might appear unusual and out of order.
”Say, Isabella, has Curtis found you yet today to speak with you?”
Emund and Yorvalor: Isabella's lips press together when she hears Yorvalor say that he had almost forgotten she was going to be there. She turned her gaze over to Emund after being addressed. "No? No!" her eyes went a bit wide. "Did he tell you?" she stammered for a second, her cheeks turning bright red before fiddling with her paper. "I mean, I'm sure he did. Or maybe didn't?" a soft but nervous laughter followed while she turned on her heels. A dramatic and sudden change as she began to head out of the room, but not before turning and giving a small curtsy to both Emund and Yorvalor. "Sorry, work calls. If you forgive me."
Cade: Archivist Riktor approaches the letter. His hand softly running over the top of it. You feel that he may be blind in sight, but by the way he navigates, and how he touches the ink on the letter, he can still see in some capacity. His mouth following the words as he speaks them to himself. He then runs his hands over the original wax seal, before his brow furrows. "I do not, Mr. Foxtrot. I believe this letter to have been misplaced. That, or the divine will of the Iron Throne seeks to give it to you and somehow made my hand take it by mistake."
He taps his cane a few times in thought before continuing. "I hate to cut your research short, Mr. Foxtrot, but I must figure out this. And it will take me a few hours to lock and survey the archives to make sure all things are in their proper place. Can I continue my assistance of your research at a later date?' While he phrases it as a question, you don't feel like there's any other answer than complying. Still, the name Sasha doesn't bring up anything from history, or anything from your brother. Sure, there have been people named that, but nothing which would explain any of this.
Keegan: You continue to watch the warehouse from your hiding position. A few more moments go by before a few others come out from the warehouse. Some of the older kids taking the younger ones who were playing back inside. While all the kids look well fed, their clothing is mismatched. Tattered. Hand woven from other items to create a unifying piece. Some people come out with bits of bread, passing it around.
"Thank you, Mr. Riktor. I'll be sure to come back," Cade says to the archivist. He leaves the archives and hopefully retrieves his weapons from one of the priests if Yorvalor does not have them. Cade will then begin his search for his compatriots.
Cade approaches his compatriots. He arrives just as Isabella is leaving. Cade sighs. He puts his arms around his compatriots.
"You didn't tell her," Cade remarks. Then he leans in a bit.
"Translated the scroll, we might want to talk about it somewhere more private," Cade whispers
“Quite right,” Emund says to Cade. Though Isabella provided no real hint of what it was she was talking about, she seemed worked up about it, though in what way (Insight: 18)?
”Truth be told, this place might not be the safest place to be right now,” he says in a whisper. “Let’s make our way somewhere else. The Nest? Or...where’s Keegan? Perhaps wherever he is, assuming he’s not been caught snooping.”
Emund believes they should talk and find out what was on the other end of this thread, but he also was quite conscious of the various congregations to the Broken God. Soon, he’d need to make rounds to their gatherings and warn them to lay low until the Faith’s attention in Dunnour was directed elsewhere. Many pockets, many flavors, but all of them at risk, so long as knights could accidentally find them.
Keegan is shocked by the display of community and love he has seen from the orchids. It reminds him of the people that took him in when he was a baby, an orphan. Maybe killing all the Orchids isn’t the answer here...
keegan will continue to watch, seeing what he can and then return to the Falcon to wait for the rest of the group.
Emund you are given pause by Isabella. Secrets were not her game. A mix of excitement, wonder, and nervousness all crossing her words and ever shifting body language as she found the reason to leave the room. She didn’t seem worried about anything though. Perhaps stressed or flustered, but her conversation with Yorvalor could’ve very well done that. But that was the closest go “guarded” you’d ever seen her.
As Cade and Yorvalor all meet back up together, the three of you head back to the Nest.
Meanwhile, Keegan continues to watch for just a moment longer. It’s only as you begin to leave you pass by a figure in the warehouse district. You both meet eyes for just a moment, nothing out of the ordinary for someone on a walk. But, his travelers robes, and general demeanor give you the feeling that he’s a foreigner. Not breaking strike you both exchange a look and a nod; the small and odd mannerisms of catching someone’s eye in public. Glancing over your shoulder, you notice him dart the way you came. The only thing over that way being the Orchid’s hangout.
The four of you arrive back at the Nest before noon. The Falcon’s Nest is usually quiet around this time. Nikolai out shopping in the markets for anything he might need for meals later in the day. If he was to try a special. Or simply gather more spices for the few different brews that he kept fermenting downstairs. One of the other servers was wiping things down, keeping the small fire going in the oven... small tasks that made the place run well. While none of you were officially on the payroll, Nikolai did somewhat expect you all to help out from time to time. Of course he marked it down, taking it away from the tab he had running for the lot of you.
Keegan takes his usual position behind the bar, wiping bottles and tending bar for the few patrons, taking a daily inventory for Nikolai in case any stock is running low.
"I went to see what I could see about our new friends, the Orchids. And honestly, it's not what I thought I would see. Here I was, expecting to see some shady shite, maybe smuggling goods, some sort of nefarious dealings, anything that would justify the slaughter of these twats that thought they could robs us, right? But then I see them acting all generous, they got kids, lots of kids, that they was feedin'. Now I feel all twisted up about killing that one, I mean I ain't always done the right thing, hunted down a few innocents, turned people in to the Faith that did nothing but believe what they want. Oh no offense mate, you ain't like the rest o' the Faith. Shite, I need a drink. I did see one individual that could be the boss, looked a bit fancier than the rest." Keegan pours himself a drink and takes a long sip, seeming to calm his nerves a bit. "And as I was leaving I saw some one that gave me pause, probably nothing, but ya don't see a lot of foreigners in the warehouse district, right? Any way, probably nothing, just made my neck hairs stand up is all. Anyways, 'ow was church?"
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Yorvalor tells the Master Archivist that he will take his friend's possessions while he is in the Archives.
Yorvalor meets Emund and updates him on the meeting with Tharii. "I hope you had a good night's rest my friend. It seems that the clues leads us to the Faith, but it is not clear. That is just Tharii's assessment. It seems that we may need to pay our Orchids friends a visit after all. Do you happen to know anyone, besides Cade of course, that's fluent in Celestial?"
Yorvalor looks around the main chamber. "Have you seen Isabella by any chance during your stay?"
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Cade nods and hands over his weapons to the archivist. He smiles weakly at his friend.
"Take care of them, this sword belonged to my brother," Cade says gesturing to a shortsword with a darker colored hilt. The two shortswords came in a pair, one was called Castor and the other Pollux. Cade sighs. He had several goals in mind. Figure out what the scrolls say, see if there's any military logs here, see if there's any maps of the area. He was hoping to leave Dunnour and travel to a more mountainous region. Hopefully Keegan wouldn't be able to find him there.
Yorvalor and Emund begin their conversation. Catching up about Tharii and a little bit of what happened. During the course of their discussion, the sounds of voicing begin to be heard. “Ok. Sure. I can get that.” Someone responding, a bit muffled. “Ok. Yes. Yessir.”
Isabella came into the room. Busy writing down a list on a small notepad. She was in a bit of a world of her own. A simple homemade gown falling from her shoulder and reaching the floor. Hair falling messily about her face. “Anything else?”
The figure beside her was rather nondescript. Short hair. Plain eyes. “No, that’ll be all.” His voice had a thick Ethurian accent. (Ethuria is one of the 5 Kingdoms, and generally considered the most religious. While it is technically separate from the Faith; the Iron Throne weilds tremendous power there and is considered the true rulers.). The figure pulls up the hood of his traveler’s robes, before quickly leaving the building. On his way with little care for who else was around.
Cade gives the Archivist his weapons, who hand it over to a guard that stands by the exit from some of the main chambers. A small writ is given in return, before they head down the corridors of the Cathedral to some of its lower lairs. The archives are held in one of the private wings. And even then, some of the rooms would be off limits depending on the value of such holy texts that were kept. Still, records of members of the church. Tithings. Wars. History. It was all here. Nothing like the grand universities, but a scholar could find what he’s looking for.
“What is it you look for, Young Foxtrot?” Riktor asks as turns a set of keys and allows Cade access to the archives. Trying to never be more than a few feet away. “I’ve spent many a year down here, and could help guide you rather than searching scroll upon scroll.”
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Cade makes a quick scan of the room. Cade wondered what he should ask for first. He wanted some time to see if he could decipher the Celestial scrolls on his own first. He wanted to find some Celestial texts that would help in deciphering the Celestial codes.
"I need a few things Mr. Riktor. I was wondering if you can point me in the direction of some the older Celestial texts. I would also like to take a look at some military logs, and finally I would like to do some research on some geographical locations," Cade responds. He was not sure if he could even decipher the celestial code on his own, but he had to try.
Keegan will head to the area of the orchids warehouse, keeping a safe and discreet distance. Spending the time moving around, observing the building from different angles, watching who enters and exists. Guard shift swaps, other entrances, etc.
stealth roll: 10
perception roll: 19
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
All caught up on the happenings with Tharii, and having shared his piece about the Faith, Emund follows Yorvalor over to Isabella, albeit less clumsily.
”Ethurians thinking of converting?” He asks her, trying to remember if he’d heard of any proselytization efforts in the country (Religion: 20 or History: 13). “Light of the Faith shine upon you.”
Emund looks around the room to see whether anyone else wears the same robes as the Ethurian man (Perception: 6).
Yorvalor & Emund: There's a faint redness that crosses Isabella's cheek. She hadn't even stopped to notice Yorvalor until his stumble and spill. The tiniest of motions as she bites her lip; both trying to stifle some kind of laugh and hide her own embarrassment. Her friends never came when she was at work. Well, not her friends of the city.
"I. So." she huffs, trying to figure out what to say. "Yes. Well" Her face gets a bit more flushed as she toys with the paper in her hand. "I'm sorry I missed your show last night." She finally just blurts out.
Cade: Archivist Riktor gives a nod as he begins to walk around. Seeming to have some general ideas of the things you're looking for. It does leave you for a few moments to be sitting at a desk by yourself. A spot for research where one could lay out multiple books and texts in some comfort. A small cellar-like window bringing in some light from the outside into the room. This place was musty, aging paper and oil and inks all mixing inside stale air that didn't move around well.
Riktor comes back with both a selection of celestial texts, mostly religious in nature, as well as a few other items that you were looking for. "I can assist in helping you find others, if these are not to your service and liking." (You can make a INT roll with advantage for figuring out the cypher they're using.) One of the scrolls, brought form what is a military section, seems different. A after action report on a battle during the war, one that you're not familiar with.
Keegan: Splitting off from the group, you head to the warehouse that you all came to the night before. The city is easy to navigate for you; having learn what allies to go down. How to be on the lookout for how the mice and bugs move to assist in giving you a bit of a edge when hunting down targets and stalking for information. Little signs that most miss. The warehouse areas are always loud. Some with looms and great machines building products. Others with people moving shipping containers and getting supplies ready. It's hot. It's messy. It's progress - according to the Faith. Not everyone felt that way, but the world is what it is. Still, the sounds of wood striking something followed by laughter isn't exactly what you had in mind. You come across the warehouse from before not to find a street gang roaming around... but children playing outside in the dirt. A few tossing a ball and trying to hit it with a stick while others chase after where it goes. Some of the adults do look rather rough, keeping a watchful gaze out and around. A few others seem to be bringing out water and what could be soup to the children playing outside. It's after a few moments you notice someone coming out and patting the children on the head. Greenish-grey skin. Broad shoulders and muscular arms. Squat, barely five feet tall. A top-hat, vest, and fancier clothing adoring his squat body to give himself more stature. A small pin on his vest of a Orchid. This could very well be the boss that others were talking about last night. But you find him smiling and waiving to the street kids, who do the same in return to him.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Cade will begin to try and decipher the Celestial (Int: 17). Then he will go and read the military papers that the archivist had given him.
Cade: It takes a solid hour of going back and forth on the text of the two sheets of paper. Needing them together to figure out exactly what the words are, then comparing them to other texts. Overall it's a rather tricky cypher to break - but not impossible. Of course, knowing celestial does help the letter come to fruition. Once you figure it out, the actual message becomes clear:
The Deciphered Message
Favors and Crime do not go unnoticed. But we require you to strike out at the local taverns. Protections are down. Should be easy. And for our help, transgressions released and assistance aided on your behalf. More to come.
The military scrolls are mostly letters from soldiers writing about what they saw. Dying soldiers last wishes written down by priests to be recorded and not forgotten to time. But, it's this one scroll that he brought over that catches your eye. It's dated from the second year of the war of the Kingdom. Handwritten in a dialect of elf that, while readable, feels older. Some of the accents on the words slightly different. A letter changed here and there.
Sasha,
I think they were right. The Salais and the ruler of the Noctis are to deep in this war. Pawns trading for now. Yet to see a Rook or a Knight.
Took a Bishop. Wasn't worth it.
Found something though. In a pawn. Rainmaker.
Expect more later.
~Your Obedient Servant~
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Cade stares at the letter that mentions his surname. He tries to remember if he ever knew a person named Sasha (History: 6). Cade looks around for the master archivist. He was going to tell Yorvalor and the others about the translation of the scrolls later.
"Excuse me, Mr. Riktor. Do you know how you got this letter," Cade asks.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
“Merely making a jest about the man she was talking with,” Emund says, remembering what Curtis had told him about keeping a low profile. While a joke wouldn’t seem out of the ordinary, a hard line of questioning might appear unusual and out of order.
”Say, Isabella, has Curtis found you yet today to speak with you?”
Emund and Yorvalor: Isabella's lips press together when she hears Yorvalor say that he had almost forgotten she was going to be there. She turned her gaze over to Emund after being addressed. "No? No!" her eyes went a bit wide. "Did he tell you?" she stammered for a second, her cheeks turning bright red before fiddling with her paper. "I mean, I'm sure he did. Or maybe didn't?" a soft but nervous laughter followed while she turned on her heels. A dramatic and sudden change as she began to head out of the room, but not before turning and giving a small curtsy to both Emund and Yorvalor. "Sorry, work calls. If you forgive me."
Cade: Archivist Riktor approaches the letter. His hand softly running over the top of it. You feel that he may be blind in sight, but by the way he navigates, and how he touches the ink on the letter, he can still see in some capacity. His mouth following the words as he speaks them to himself. He then runs his hands over the original wax seal, before his brow furrows. "I do not, Mr. Foxtrot. I believe this letter to have been misplaced. That, or the divine will of the Iron Throne seeks to give it to you and somehow made my hand take it by mistake."
He taps his cane a few times in thought before continuing. "I hate to cut your research short, Mr. Foxtrot, but I must figure out this. And it will take me a few hours to lock and survey the archives to make sure all things are in their proper place. Can I continue my assistance of your research at a later date?' While he phrases it as a question, you don't feel like there's any other answer than complying. Still, the name Sasha doesn't bring up anything from history, or anything from your brother. Sure, there have been people named that, but nothing which would explain any of this.
Keegan: You continue to watch the warehouse from your hiding position. A few more moments go by before a few others come out from the warehouse. Some of the older kids taking the younger ones who were playing back inside. While all the kids look well fed, their clothing is mismatched. Tattered. Hand woven from other items to create a unifying piece. Some people come out with bits of bread, passing it around.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"Thank you, Mr. Riktor. I'll be sure to come back," Cade says to the archivist. He leaves the archives and hopefully retrieves his weapons from one of the priests if Yorvalor does not have them. Cade will then begin his search for his compatriots.
Cade approaches his compatriots. He arrives just as Isabella is leaving. Cade sighs. He puts his arms around his compatriots.
"You didn't tell her," Cade remarks. Then he leans in a bit.
"Translated the scroll, we might want to talk about it somewhere more private," Cade whispers
“Quite right,” Emund says to Cade. Though Isabella provided no real hint of what it was she was talking about, she seemed worked up about it, though in what way (Insight: 18)?
”Truth be told, this place might not be the safest place to be right now,” he says in a whisper. “Let’s make our way somewhere else. The Nest? Or...where’s Keegan? Perhaps wherever he is, assuming he’s not been caught snooping.”
Emund believes they should talk and find out what was on the other end of this thread, but he also was quite conscious of the various congregations to the Broken God. Soon, he’d need to make rounds to their gatherings and warn them to lay low until the Faith’s attention in Dunnour was directed elsewhere. Many pockets, many flavors, but all of them at risk, so long as knights could accidentally find them.
Keegan is shocked by the display of community and love he has seen from the orchids. It reminds him of the people that took him in when he was a baby, an orphan. Maybe killing all the Orchids isn’t the answer here...
keegan will continue to watch, seeing what he can and then return to the Falcon to wait for the rest of the group.
Emund you are given pause by Isabella. Secrets were not her game. A mix of excitement, wonder, and nervousness all crossing her words and ever shifting body language as she found the reason to leave the room. She didn’t seem worried about anything though. Perhaps stressed or flustered, but her conversation with Yorvalor could’ve very well done that. But that was the closest go “guarded” you’d ever seen her.
As Cade and Yorvalor all meet back up together, the three of you head back to the Nest.
Meanwhile, Keegan continues to watch for just a moment longer. It’s only as you begin to leave you pass by a figure in the warehouse district. You both meet eyes for just a moment, nothing out of the ordinary for someone on a walk. But, his travelers robes, and general demeanor give you the feeling that he’s a foreigner. Not breaking strike you both exchange a look and a nod; the small and odd mannerisms of catching someone’s eye in public. Glancing over your shoulder, you notice him dart the way you came. The only thing over that way being the Orchid’s hangout.
The four of you arrive back at the Nest before noon. The Falcon’s Nest is usually quiet around this time. Nikolai out shopping in the markets for anything he might need for meals later in the day. If he was to try a special. Or simply gather more spices for the few different brews that he kept fermenting downstairs. One of the other servers was wiping things down, keeping the small fire going in the oven... small tasks that made the place run well. While none of you were officially on the payroll, Nikolai did somewhat expect you all to help out from time to time. Of course he marked it down, taking it away from the tab he had running for the lot of you.
What do you do?
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Emund wipes out mugs and polishes goblets and glasses with a loving touch.
“So what fun have you been having without us, Keegan?”
He continues to wipe and load the drinking vessels while they talk.
Keegan takes his usual position behind the bar, wiping bottles and tending bar for the few patrons, taking a daily inventory for Nikolai in case any stock is running low.
"I went to see what I could see about our new friends, the Orchids. And honestly, it's not what I thought I would see. Here I was, expecting to see some shady shite, maybe smuggling goods, some sort of nefarious dealings, anything that would justify the slaughter of these twats that thought they could robs us, right? But then I see them acting all generous, they got kids, lots of kids, that they was feedin'. Now I feel all twisted up about killing that one, I mean I ain't always done the right thing, hunted down a few innocents, turned people in to the Faith that did nothing but believe what they want. Oh no offense mate, you ain't like the rest o' the Faith. Shite, I need a drink. I did see one individual that could be the boss, looked a bit fancier than the rest." Keegan pours himself a drink and takes a long sip, seeming to calm his nerves a bit. "And as I was leaving I saw some one that gave me pause, probably nothing, but ya don't see a lot of foreigners in the warehouse district, right? Any way, probably nothing, just made my neck hairs stand up is all. Anyways, 'ow was church?"