The guard on duty nods lazily to Nirzeg. "Giants, huh? Right. I'll make sure to pass that on up to the Waterbaron!" His partner on duty with him snickers at the jest.
(Any member of the Lords' Alliance will know of the current Waterbaron, Nestra Ruthiol, and would be able to secure a brief audience with her, if so desired)
As you traverse the town, Nirzeg is directed to what several locals call "Yartar's best inn," called the Pearl-Handled Pipe. The sprawling building is located at the heart of the city, and looks as if it has hundreds of rooms. Its lavish decor highlights a classic architecture.
You pass a number of unimpressive-looking inns along the Evermoor Way, but all of these look rather creaky and ill-maintained.
As you pass through town, you draw several stares—bystanders seem especially interested in Genevieve and Nirzeg, as exotic as their appearances are.
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"Let's try that pretty looking inn over there," She says, turning and moving to guide the others. Genevieve pays no mind to the onlookers as she makes way towards the lavish looking inn, even muttering, "Paint a picture, it will last longer." when particular pairs of eyes fell upon them. When she opens the door she first locates the front desk and begins to stride her way with her head held high confidently.
"Good evening, sir/madame, my name is Genevieve." She gives a curt bow then takes a quick gander over the lobby area. "This is a very fine establishment..." Her eyes meet back with the clerk. "And my possy and I would like to seek lodging here, if so possible, for a generous discount." With quick fingers, she pulls out her card and hands it to them. The card states her name (along with her unit name) accented with gold and teal along with what instruments she plays. "I am a performer and I could bring in numerous amounts of guests if you allow me to play here, not to mention, I am quite easy on the eyes, no?" She giggles.
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Feature: By Popular Demand
You can always find a place to perform, usually in an inn or tavern but possibly with a circus, at a theater, or even in a noble’s court. At such a place, you receive free lodging and food of a modest or comfortable standard (depending on the quality of the establishment), as long as you perform each night. In addition, your performance makes you something of a local figure. When strangers recognize you in a town where you have performed, they typically take a liking to you.
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Astra looks at Genevieve with wonder as she pulls out her business card. "Wow, that's a fancy card! You must be a real celebrity. Do you have an agent or something?"
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Derrikoth steps up to the guard with an expression like thunder, pulling out his signet ring and waving it under the man's nose. "I would think a little more respect to be due to my companions, and I think I will be passing this information to the Waterbaron myself. Now, tell me where I can find her before I have you reported for dereliction of duty."
Derrikoth steps up to the guard with an expression like thunder, pulling out his signet ring and waving it under the man's nose. "I would think a little more respect to be due to my companions, and I think I will be passing this information to the Waterbaron myself. Now, tell me where I can find her before I have you reported for dereliction of duty."
The sight of an angry dragonborn is unsettling enough, not to mention the symbol of authority. The guard is not shaken, but adopts a very civil tone. "Apologies, my lord," he nods his head. "You will find Lady Ruthiol in the Waterbaron's Hall. Big building, city center; you can't miss it."
Meanwhile, mostly by asking around, Nirzeg finds the city's single "bookstore," which is little more than a hole in the wall by the name of Researcher's Rendezvous. An elderly, bent-over little gnome manages the place, the meager shelves of which are stuffed full of old tomes of varying sizes and age. The gnome says nothing when you enter, but lifts his head up ever so slightly as if to acknowledge your presence. This task seems physically daunting for him.
Behind the gnome is a sign on the wall:
IF WE DON'T HAVE IT, WE'LL FIND IT
// Was there anything you're looking for in particular from a bookseller? //
"Good evening, sir/madame, my name is Genevieve." She gives a curt bow then takes a quick gander over the lobby area. "This is a very fine establishment..." Her eyes meet back with the clerk. "And my possy and I would like to seek lodging here, if so possible, for a generous discount." With quick fingers, she pulls out her card and hands it to them. The card states her name (along with her unit name) accented with gold and teal along with what instruments she plays. "I am a performer and I could bring in numerous amounts of guests if you allow me to play here, not to mention, I am quite easy on the eyes, no?" She giggles.
The human on duty, a young fellow of perhaps 18, blushes and mumbles something about getting "a manager to approve the arrangements."
Eventually, Genny gets you set up with a discounted lodging in the prestigious hotel, provided that she manages to bring in extra customers for dining hours. 2 gp per person for the evening is the arrangement, with dinner and breakfast included. You already seem to be turning heads, so attracting a crowd shouldn't be too difficult a task!
With lodging secured, there is little else pressing here in the city. (If you'd like an audience with the Waterbaron, it's a simple matter for someone in the Lords' Alliance)
The Githyanki is able to brush off the looks without much care except for any 'unique' beauties. For them, he didn't mind seasoning such passing meetings with winks, 'subtle arm flexes, or his idea of a 'sexy smoldering look. And the rest could continue to think he was some sort of mutated or sickly elf as far as he was concerned. Because frankly, what were the odds any outside the swordcoast would even /know/ what a Githyanki is enough to know his interest. Bloody Primes...
All of that said, when at last he found his "bookstore", unease all but evaporated seeing the sign behind the elderly gnome. 'Promise' He thought, then to keeper he says, "Well, you're a right mess, aren'cha old timer?" Nirzeg grins in mild amusement. "Just yanking yer chain. But listen! You wouldn't have any books on giants would you? Or their kin? Perhaps even a primer or two on the language they speak? Dragons too, as well." He pauses, thumbing his chin in thought. "Also... maybe one on advance magical artifice or a few spellscrolls that might've gotten lost here?"
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The gnome cracks a smile and nods; it’s clear that he’s missing most of his teeth. He still doesn’t quite make eye contact, as though lifting his head is too much of a strain.
“Giants! Aye, someone came by a tenday ago asking for the same. Never returned for it, but I’ve this pristine copy of Volo’s Guide to Monsters.” He brings out a book from behind the counter with a stylized head of some arcane monster. “50 Dragons for it—ye interested?”
"VOLO!?" Nirzeg exclaims all wide-eyed in shock. Then a moment passes, and he's staring off to the side speculative. "That name... rings a bell."The Githyanki admits, rubbing his chin in thought. A half-minute later the man shrugs off the train, and with a oily smile says, "If I toss in another five, you tell me about this 'someone' that came in? It need not be a name, but a hint at least they might've let slip about their purpose for it would suffice."
While the gnome is busy recollecting his thoughts, Nirz puts down 60 dragons worth of gems in a pouch on the table.
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Alus will accompany Derrikoth, intent to speak on behalf of the Enclave; though mostly he just doesn't really know what else he should be doing at the moment. He would make Derrikoth stop should they pass any particularly interesting fish for sale, or particularly ornate ships moored at the city docks should they be visible along the way.
"Genevieve is the best. You'll definitely get a large crowd in here to see her perform." Astra has seen Genevieve's bard show firsthand and has no trouble serving as a hypewoman for Genevieve, even if she needs no such thing in reality.
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Derrikoth turns away from the guard, satisfied with his answer, and moves Josephus at a trot towards the aforementioned building. On the way, he attempts to thank Alus, “So, it has, erm, occurred to me that there is a likely chance that I would not be here without your assistance earlier. I would just like to, um, thank, uh, you for your, er, service and let you know that I always pay my debts.”
"VOLO!?" Nirzeg exclaims all wide-eyed in shock. Then a moment passes, and he's staring off to the side speculative. "That name... rings a bell."The Githyanki admits, rubbing his chin in thought. A half-minute later the man shrugs off the train, and with a oily smile says, "If I toss in another five, you tell me about this 'someone' that came in? It need not be a name, but a hint at least they might've let slip about their purpose for it would suffice."
While the gnome is busy recollecting his thoughts, Nirz puts down 60 dragons worth of gems in a pouch on the table.
The gnome apprises the gems before putting them away. "Some rich, snobbish sort. Nobles, by the look of them, possibly brothers or cousins or somesuch. Hard to tell with humans; they all look the same. Daerivoss, they said the name was. Said they was going giant-hunting, and wanted to get 'the latest' in information about the brutes. Told them I'd have it in 5 days, but they never came back for it."
Alus will accompany Derrikoth, intent to speak on behalf of the Enclave; though mostly he just doesn't really know what else he should be doing at the moment. He would make Derrikoth stop should they pass any particularly interesting fish for sale, or particularly ornate ships moored at the city docks should they be visible along the way.
There is one particularly grand riverboat is moored at the docks, over 100 feet long, with three decks; it is ornately decorated from bow to stern. As you pass, an obviously drunk, merry couple of people are coming down the gangway, and another trio of people (a half-orc among them) are entering the ship from the same gangway.
(Assuming you continue to the town center, but we can stop anywhere along the way if you wish. Also, you are free to narrate yourselves meeting up along the way as well, if your business elsewhere is concluded)
In the center of town stands the Waterbaron’s Hall, a grand structure that is both the ruler’s home and the location where she hears audiences. There seems to be much commotion going on, with caterers running to and fro, setting up for what looks to be an elaborate feast.
"State your business," says the human guard when you approach the office of the Waterbaron. He seems more than a little frazzled, his uniform creased, as if he hasn't changed out of it in some time.
"Liable to be dead then from rushing off by the sounds of it. Hmm... I hate to press you further, but I do not suppose they hinted as well at where they might be going for their giant hunts?" He loosely leans on the desk to ask. "On the off-chance me and my compatriots elsewhere might be able to cross their path if they acted in haste." Nirzeg states, tugging at his mustache.
Once he had his answer and the book afterwards, he bids the gnome goodbye before seeking out the Inn once more.
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Derrikoth reaches beneath his coat, pulling out the papers which mark him as a member of the Lord’s Alliance, before speaking to the guard, “I am a member of the Lord’s Alliance, requesting an audience with the Waterbaron. My companion and I have urgent news.”
The gnome bookseller shrugs at Nirzeg’s question. “Said they was coming from Neverwinter. So...?” He lifts one decrepit finger eastwards, towards the Evermoor Way, the shrugs again.
“Must close up for the night. You buying anything else?”
At the Waterbaron’s Hall, the gatekeeper straightens a little at Derrikoth’s assertion. “If you’ll just follow me, m’lord, I’ll see you to her ladyship’s office. No appointment? This is a rather inconvenient time, but we should be able to make room for a short visit.”
"Alas, my very old and gravity crushed friend, that will be it for me. Unless of course you have a few arcane oriented scrolls laying about? If not, that is okay." He pauses long enough for an answer, and if given no news of a scroll, bids gnome a bow and heads off. "I'll be sure to pass along word about your business, good sir!"Nirzeg calls back on the way out.
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At the Waterbaron's Hall, after waiting for around half an hour, you are eventually greeted by another human, this one dressed in formal attire (coattails and everything)."Lady Ruthiol apologizes for keeping you waiting," he nods, gesturing deferentially. "Please," he says, opening the door to the office.
The office is well appointed and very comfortable, with many a seating area. Four members of the Yartaran honorguard are on duty, standing at attention in the corners of the room. Tea and variety of local pastries are readily available, and an attending chamberjack will serve at your request. Waterbaron—Nestra Ruthiol, a poised, shrewd-looking Tethyrian woman in her fifties—beckons you to sit. "I am interested to know what is so important that you interrupt my feast preparations," she asks you. "Of course, I am always delighted to meet with representatives from the Alliance. Do tell, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
Derrikoth gives the Waterbaron a deep bow, "My apologies for interrupting. My companions and I recently convened in Triboar to meet with the lady Mithyri, after which we were headed in this direction. Early in our journey, we were beset by Frost Giants, who nearly annihilated us. The monsters were assaulting a small farm, but we managed to defeat them and save the people inside. I would merely wish to make you aware of the presence of giants in the area, although we do not know if there are more or if the ones we slayed were simply lost. One of my companions carries a small trophy, which I can ask him to produce if you so wish it."
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The guard on duty nods lazily to Nirzeg. "Giants, huh? Right. I'll make sure to pass that on up to the Waterbaron!" His partner on duty with him snickers at the jest.
(Any member of the Lords' Alliance will know of the current Waterbaron, Nestra Ruthiol, and would be able to secure a brief audience with her, if so desired)
As you traverse the town, Nirzeg is directed to what several locals call "Yartar's best inn," called the Pearl-Handled Pipe. The sprawling building is located at the heart of the city, and looks as if it has hundreds of rooms. Its lavish decor highlights a classic architecture.
You pass a number of unimpressive-looking inns along the Evermoor Way, but all of these look rather creaky and ill-maintained.
As you pass through town, you draw several stares—bystanders seem especially interested in Genevieve and Nirzeg, as exotic as their appearances are.
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"Let's try that pretty looking inn over there," She says, turning and moving to guide the others. Genevieve pays no mind to the onlookers as she makes way towards the lavish looking inn, even muttering, "Paint a picture, it will last longer." when particular pairs of eyes fell upon them. When she opens the door she first locates the front desk and begins to stride her way with her head held high confidently.
"Good evening, sir/madame, my name is Genevieve." She gives a curt bow then takes a quick gander over the lobby area. "This is a very fine establishment..." Her eyes meet back with the clerk. "And my possy and I would like to seek lodging here, if so possible, for a generous discount." With quick fingers, she pulls out her card and hands it to them. The card states her name (along with her unit name) accented with gold and teal along with what instruments she plays. "I am a performer and I could bring in numerous amounts of guests if you allow me to play here, not to mention, I am quite easy on the eyes, no?" She giggles.
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You can always find a place to perform, usually in an inn or tavern but possibly with a circus, at a theater, or even in a noble’s court. At such a place, you receive free lodging and food of a modest or comfortable standard (depending on the quality of the establishment), as long as you perform each night. In addition, your performance makes you something of a local figure. When strangers recognize you in a town where you have performed, they typically take a liking to you.
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Astra looks at Genevieve with wonder as she pulls out her business card. "Wow, that's a fancy card! You must be a real celebrity. Do you have an agent or something?"
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Derrikoth steps up to the guard with an expression like thunder, pulling out his signet ring and waving it under the man's nose. "I would think a little more respect to be due to my companions, and I think I will be passing this information to the Waterbaron myself. Now, tell me where I can find her before I have you reported for dereliction of duty."
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The sight of an angry dragonborn is unsettling enough, not to mention the symbol of authority. The guard is not shaken, but adopts a very civil tone. "Apologies, my lord," he nods his head. "You will find Lady Ruthiol in the Waterbaron's Hall. Big building, city center; you can't miss it."
Meanwhile, mostly by asking around, Nirzeg finds the city's single "bookstore," which is little more than a hole in the wall by the name of Researcher's Rendezvous. An elderly, bent-over little gnome manages the place, the meager shelves of which are stuffed full of old tomes of varying sizes and age. The gnome says nothing when you enter, but lifts his head up ever so slightly as if to acknowledge your presence. This task seems physically daunting for him.
Behind the gnome is a sign on the wall:
// Was there anything you're looking for in particular from a bookseller? //
The human on duty, a young fellow of perhaps 18, blushes and mumbles something about getting "a manager to approve the arrangements."
Eventually, Genny gets you set up with a discounted lodging in the prestigious hotel, provided that she manages to bring in extra customers for dining hours. 2 gp per person for the evening is the arrangement, with dinner and breakfast included. You already seem to be turning heads, so attracting a crowd shouldn't be too difficult a task!
With lodging secured, there is little else pressing here in the city. (If you'd like an audience with the Waterbaron, it's a simple matter for someone in the Lords' Alliance)
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The Githyanki is able to brush off the looks without much care except for any 'unique' beauties. For them, he didn't mind seasoning such passing meetings with winks, 'subtle arm flexes, or his idea of a 'sexy smoldering look. And the rest could continue to think he was some sort of mutated or sickly elf as far as he was concerned. Because frankly, what were the odds any outside the swordcoast would even /know/ what a Githyanki is enough to know his interest. Bloody Primes...
All of that said, when at last he found his "bookstore", unease all but evaporated seeing the sign behind the elderly gnome. 'Promise' He thought, then to keeper he says, "Well, you're a right mess, aren'cha old timer?" Nirzeg grins in mild amusement. "Just yanking yer chain. But listen! You wouldn't have any books on giants would you? Or their kin? Perhaps even a primer or two on the language they speak? Dragons too, as well." He pauses, thumbing his chin in thought. "Also... maybe one on advance magical artifice or a few spellscrolls that might've gotten lost here?"
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The gnome cracks a smile and nods; it’s clear that he’s missing most of his teeth. He still doesn’t quite make eye contact, as though lifting his head is too much of a strain.
“Giants! Aye, someone came by a tenday ago asking for the same. Never returned for it, but I’ve this pristine copy of Volo’s Guide to Monsters.” He brings out a book from behind the counter with a stylized head of some arcane monster. “50 Dragons for it—ye interested?”
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"VOLO!?" Nirzeg exclaims all wide-eyed in shock. Then a moment passes, and he's staring off to the side speculative. "That name... rings a bell." The Githyanki admits, rubbing his chin in thought. A half-minute later the man shrugs off the train, and with a oily smile says, "If I toss in another five, you tell me about this 'someone' that came in? It need not be a name, but a hint at least they might've let slip about their purpose for it would suffice."
While the gnome is busy recollecting his thoughts, Nirz puts down 60 dragons worth of gems in a pouch on the table.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Alus will accompany Derrikoth, intent to speak on behalf of the Enclave; though mostly he just doesn't really know what else he should be doing at the moment. He would make Derrikoth stop should they pass any particularly interesting fish for sale, or particularly ornate ships moored at the city docks should they be visible along the way.
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"Genevieve is the best. You'll definitely get a large crowd in here to see her perform." Astra has seen Genevieve's bard show firsthand and has no trouble serving as a hypewoman for Genevieve, even if she needs no such thing in reality.
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Derrikoth turns away from the guard, satisfied with his answer, and moves Josephus at a trot towards the aforementioned building. On the way, he attempts to thank Alus, “So, it has, erm, occurred to me that there is a likely chance that I would not be here without your assistance earlier. I would just like to, um, thank, uh, you for your, er, service and let you know that I always pay my debts.”
The gnome apprises the gems before putting them away. "Some rich, snobbish sort. Nobles, by the look of them, possibly brothers or cousins or somesuch. Hard to tell with humans; they all look the same. Daerivoss, they said the name was. Said they was going giant-hunting, and wanted to get 'the latest' in information about the brutes. Told them I'd have it in 5 days, but they never came back for it."
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There is one particularly grand riverboat is moored at the docks, over 100 feet long, with three decks; it is ornately decorated from bow to stern. As you pass, an obviously drunk, merry couple of people are coming down the gangway, and another trio of people (a half-orc among them) are entering the ship from the same gangway.
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In the center of town stands the Waterbaron’s Hall, a grand structure that is both the ruler’s home and the location where she hears audiences. There seems to be much commotion going on, with caterers running to and fro, setting up for what looks to be an elaborate feast.
"State your business," says the human guard when you approach the office of the Waterbaron. He seems more than a little frazzled, his uniform creased, as if he hasn't changed out of it in some time.
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"Liable to be dead then from rushing off by the sounds of it. Hmm... I hate to press you further, but I do not suppose they hinted as well at where they might be going for their giant hunts?" He loosely leans on the desk to ask. "On the off-chance me and my compatriots elsewhere might be able to cross their path if they acted in haste." Nirzeg states, tugging at his mustache.
Once he had his answer and the book afterwards, he bids the gnome goodbye before seeking out the Inn once more.
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Derrikoth reaches beneath his coat, pulling out the papers which mark him as a member of the Lord’s Alliance, before speaking to the guard, “I am a member of the Lord’s Alliance, requesting an audience with the Waterbaron. My companion and I have urgent news.”
The gnome bookseller shrugs at Nirzeg’s question. “Said they was coming from Neverwinter. So...?” He lifts one decrepit finger eastwards, towards the Evermoor Way, the shrugs again.
“Must close up for the night. You buying anything else?”
At the Waterbaron’s Hall, the gatekeeper straightens a little at Derrikoth’s assertion. “If you’ll just follow me, m’lord, I’ll see you to her ladyship’s office. No appointment? This is a rather inconvenient time, but we should be able to make room for a short visit.”
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"Alas, my very old and gravity crushed friend, that will be it for me. Unless of course you have a few arcane oriented scrolls laying about? If not, that is okay." He pauses long enough for an answer, and if given no news of a scroll, bids gnome a bow and heads off. "I'll be sure to pass along word about your business, good sir!" Nirzeg calls back on the way out.
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The gnome has nothing in the way of scrolls, but wishes you luck finding them. You can’t quite tell if he’s being sincere or sarcastic.
He bids you “farewell” before locking the door and putting up a Closed sign in the grimy window.
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At the Waterbaron's Hall, after waiting for around half an hour, you are eventually greeted by another human, this one dressed in formal attire (coattails and everything). "Lady Ruthiol apologizes for keeping you waiting," he nods, gesturing deferentially. "Please," he says, opening the door to the office.
The office is well appointed and very comfortable, with many a seating area. Four members of the Yartaran honorguard are on duty, standing at attention in the corners of the room. Tea and variety of local pastries are readily available, and an attending chamberjack will serve at your request. Waterbaron—Nestra Ruthiol, a poised, shrewd-looking Tethyrian woman in her fifties—beckons you to sit. "I am interested to know what is so important that you interrupt my feast preparations," she asks you. "Of course, I am always delighted to meet with representatives from the Alliance. Do tell, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
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Derrikoth gives the Waterbaron a deep bow, "My apologies for interrupting. My companions and I recently convened in Triboar to meet with the lady Mithyri, after which we were headed in this direction. Early in our journey, we were beset by Frost Giants, who nearly annihilated us. The monsters were assaulting a small farm, but we managed to defeat them and save the people inside. I would merely wish to make you aware of the presence of giants in the area, although we do not know if there are more or if the ones we slayed were simply lost. One of my companions carries a small trophy, which I can ask him to produce if you so wish it."