Daffafle looks up, running through a mental checklist before shrugging. “Not that I can think of at the moment. But,” she turns to assure the shopkeeper. “We’ll be sure to stop by before leaving town if a need arises. Thank you for your help.”
"More than welcome for brave folk like yourselves!" He waves you off turning his attention to figures and stock count.
The three of you find yourselves back in the wide streets of a village in the midst of a working day, the morning mist clearing to reveal rain looking likely.
"Well." Wulcrath exclaims climbing back into the Carts driver seat."I really should go set this down."
"Anywhere else in mind you'd wanna go before I do that?" Wulcrath says, looking at the Halfling and Half Elf waiting for an answer. "Otherwise I should probably get these 2 to a dry place."
“How about I take the cart?” Daffafle offers. “You and Bart can interrogate the guards are the Mayor’s estate to see if they know anything. It’s probably best I keep my distance from the place for a while...” Lucky caws in agreement, before turning to preen its feathers.
“How about I take the cart?” Daffafle offers. “You and Bart can interrogate the guards are the Mayor’s estate to see if they know anything. It’s probably best I keep my distance from the place for a while...” Lucky caws in agreement, before turning to preen its feathers.
"Oh that's right... Good call Daff." Wulcrath relents, hopping down off the cart. "All yours." "Ready when you are Bart."
Bart just shakes his head miserably. “Wulcrath, I’m struggling to get a picture of all this. Maybe you should ask the questions, maybe you’ll ask that right question.”
"Guard station, eh? I'll give it a try." Khazan finishes his drink and goes toward the inn's door. He stops and turn around "If ye see a tanned umgi with a buzzcut tell him tae meet me at the guard station, will ye?" he then exits slamming the door behind him
With Daffafletaking the cart and donkeys to be stabled (5sp per day), while Wulcrathand Bartmake their way to the Mayor's manor.
There is one guard standing at his post at the manor's entrance. Seeing the only people advancing on the road, the human male gives you a warming smile on this dreary day...
==========
As Khazanenters the guard station, he sees a building of simple interior, but robustly built. It one of the two shockingly small iron-barred cells opposite the front door, is a human man slumped over with another guard keeping watch dutifully. Another guard is having something to each in the mess area through an open doorway to the right of the cells with a stairwell going up on the east wall. Most of this access is blocked by a wooden top counter, noticeably low enough for shorter folk to see over. A guard looks tired, but ready to take any queries.
Giving the Guard a smile in return, Wulcrath waves him down and makes his way over to him.
"Excuse me. I was hoping you could answer a few questions? Me and my friend here are looking for Details on some mysterious activities taking place in these lands." "I won't be too long I promise."
Wulcrath stops for a moment before speaking again. "Do you know about any other places that may have experienced kidnappings?" "Or anyone that may have seen the people who did it? And where they could have gone?"
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Wulcrath: Persuasion check - 14
"Ooh, uhhh..." The guard looks almost startled at the question, most probably due to a grim question after a warm greeting, "I hear the other towns in Silverhill have encountered kidnappings; Caburh to the north-west and Pebrycyg to the north-east. I don't think any of those guys were as lucky to have you lot with them to help... oh! And that mage. He's been sticking around, helping with the odd job for a bit of coin. I am unsure if he's still around though..."
The guard gives a brief look to the door before looking back at you and Bart, "Did you want to see the Mayor or...?"
"Oh um... Perhaps a bit of an unexpected series of questions." Wulcrath says with a slight mumble, his friendly smile fading as he looks down into his feet, embarrassed. "Sorry about that."
"Oh! Yes If it's not too much trouble, that would be excellent thank you."
Khazan approaches the counter, nods to the guard and greets him "Great day fer stayin' inside, ain't it lad? Terrible weather." He looks at the cell and points at it with a thumb "Say, who you've got over there? One o' the bandits that kidnapped your folk?"
Wulcrathand Bartare guided into the well-kept spacious home of the mayor's home. Despite the house being full of life; house-carers going about their business and guards-folk keeping post, there was a sense of respectful silence and tempered moods.You are told to wait for a moment with some comfortable dark chairs and dry snacks. An unnoticed moment passes to find you're called back to the mayor's working quarters where you met her previously.
Her large window capturing the grey day, but bright enough to show the fine carpets, desks and bookshelves in the long room. Walking gracefully to greet, you see Mayor Melyne dressed in a pleasant, but not too fitted dark green dress with a grey shawl.
In a dark corner of the room, Bart would notice glimmering eyes watching the visitors watching from a fine stand made of dark wood. With the form melding with the shadows, it makes itself known with a familiar raven's caw! just as Melyne speaks.
"Welcome, welcome." Melyne seems genuinely pleased to see you despite the colourless day, "how can I help you both? Have you found any more information on the... ancient construction below?"
==========
"Not wrong, sir! Glad I ain't on patrol today." The guard speaks up. At the mention of the prisoner, he states, "oh don't worry about the little bit of piss. Last few nights he's been starting fights at The Shrub, a bit miffed at something..."
As Khazantakes a closer a look to see a bruised up and bloodied, but conscious Buzzcut Brawler slumped in a cell sneering at Khazan...
"Good Day Lady Melyne." Wulcrath says, flinching a bit at the Ravens sudden Caw.
"Nothing of note on the construction yet." Tapping his foot a bit, Wulcrath thinks hard about what he says next.
"Actually, we've come here looking for information pertaining to the recent kidnappings across this region... Would you perhaps know any details about the kidnappings that took place in Caburh and Pebrycyg?"
"I was also told about a Mage that was working here, do you know where he could have gone?"
"That's quite a lot I know... But anything you know would help us get closer to solving this mystery. Rest Assured we haven't forgotten about the Constructions either."
Lady Melyne sighs a little at the mention of the kidnappings, "Unfortunately, I do not - what's worse, there is not advancement on them either. They happened around time you all find ourselves bound. But, from what I have heard, no one has managed to escape, nor find the location of where the people are being kept."
At the mention of a mage she frowns slightly, "No, I cannot say I have heard of this mage. But from what I know, all sorts help out the people in need; as you can expect the guard can be left stretched at different reports and capable travellers are open to help. You didn't see the Job Board at the inn? I imagine the mage has been helping people of the town from there."
She does turn to a small smile, "Worry not, dragonborn. I do have some time for good folk."
Khazan slowly walks toward the cell and its prisoner, looking him up and down with a sly grin on his face."Well, ye look exactly like last time. Beaten an' bloodied. Pissed off another dwarf, did ya? Speakin' of, met some member of yer little club. No wonder ye keep gettin' beaten, entry level."
Khazan turns to the guard near the cell "May we have a wee bit alone? Fer some gloatin' an' talkin'."
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
To post a comment, please login or register a new account.
Bart looks at Daffaffle. “Do we need anything?”
Paladin - warforged - orange
Daffafle looks up, running through a mental checklist before shrugging. “Not that I can think of at the moment. But,” she turns to assure the shopkeeper. “We’ll be sure to stop by before leaving town if a need arises. Thank you for your help.”
"More than welcome for brave folk like yourselves!" He waves you off turning his attention to figures and stock count.
The three of you find yourselves back in the wide streets of a village in the midst of a working day, the morning mist clearing to reveal rain looking likely.
"Well." Wulcrath exclaims climbing back into the Carts driver seat."I really should go set this down."
"Anywhere else in mind you'd wanna go before I do that?" Wulcrath says, looking at the Halfling and Half Elf waiting for an answer. "Otherwise I should probably get these 2 to a dry place."
“How about I take the cart?” Daffafle offers. “You and Bart can interrogate the guards are the Mayor’s estate to see if they know anything. It’s probably best I keep my distance from the place for a while...”
Lucky caws in agreement, before turning to preen its feathers.
"Oh that's right... Good call Daff." Wulcrath relents, hopping down off the cart. "All yours." "Ready when you are Bart."
Bart just shakes his head miserably. “Wulcrath, I’m struggling to get a picture of all this. Maybe you should ask the questions, maybe you’ll ask that right question.”
Paladin - warforged - orange
"Guard station, eh? I'll give it a try." Khazan finishes his drink and goes toward the inn's door.
He stops and turn around "If ye see a tanned umgi with a buzzcut tell him tae meet me at the guard station, will ye?" he then exits slamming the door behind him
With Daffafle taking the cart and donkeys to be stabled (5sp per day), while Wulcrath and Bart make their way to the Mayor's manor.
There is one guard standing at his post at the manor's entrance. Seeing the only people advancing on the road, the human male gives you a warming smile on this dreary day...
==========
As Khazan enters the guard station, he sees a building of simple interior, but robustly built. It one of the two shockingly small iron-barred cells opposite the front door, is a human man slumped over with another guard keeping watch dutifully. Another guard is having something to each in the mess area through an open doorway to the right of the cells with a stairwell going up on the east wall. Most of this access is blocked by a wooden top counter, noticeably low enough for shorter folk to see over. A guard looks tired, but ready to take any queries.
Giving the Guard a smile in return, Wulcrath waves him down and makes his way over to him.
"Excuse me. I was hoping you could answer a few questions? Me and my friend here are looking for Details on some mysterious activities taking place in these lands." "I won't be too long I promise."
Wulcrath stops for a moment before speaking again. "Do you know about any other places that may have experienced kidnappings?" "Or anyone that may have seen the people who did it? And where they could have gone?"
Wulcrath:
Persuasion check - 14
"Ooh, uhhh..." The guard looks almost startled at the question, most probably due to a grim question after a warm greeting, "I hear the other towns in Silverhill have encountered kidnappings; Caburh to the north-west and Pebrycyg to the north-east. I don't think any of those guys were as lucky to have you lot with them to help... oh! And that mage. He's been sticking around, helping with the odd job for a bit of coin. I am unsure if he's still around though..."
The guard gives a brief look to the door before looking back at you and Bart, "Did you want to see the Mayor or...?"
"Oh um... Perhaps a bit of an unexpected series of questions." Wulcrath says with a slight mumble, his friendly smile fading as he looks down into his feet, embarrassed. "Sorry about that."
"Oh! Yes If it's not too much trouble, that would be excellent thank you."
Khazan approaches the counter, nods to the guard and greets him
"Great day fer stayin' inside, ain't it lad? Terrible weather."
He looks at the cell and points at it with a thumb
"Say, who you've got over there? One o' the bandits that kidnapped your folk?"
Wulcrath and Bart are guided into the well-kept spacious home of the mayor's home. Despite the house being full of life; house-carers going about their business and guards-folk keeping post, there was a sense of respectful silence and tempered moods.You are told to wait for a moment with some comfortable dark chairs and dry snacks. An unnoticed moment passes to find you're called back to the mayor's working quarters where you met her previously.
Her large window capturing the grey day, but bright enough to show the fine carpets, desks and bookshelves in the long room. Walking gracefully to greet, you see Mayor Melyne dressed in a pleasant, but not too fitted dark green dress with a grey shawl.
In a dark corner of the room, Bart would notice glimmering eyes watching the visitors watching from a fine stand made of dark wood. With the form melding with the shadows, it makes itself known with a familiar raven's caw! just as Melyne speaks.
"Welcome, welcome." Melyne seems genuinely pleased to see you despite the colourless day, "how can I help you both? Have you found any more information on the... ancient construction below?"
==========
"Not wrong, sir! Glad I ain't on patrol today." The guard speaks up. At the mention of the prisoner, he states, "oh don't worry about the little bit of piss. Last few nights he's been starting fights at The Shrub, a bit miffed at something..."
As Khazan takes a closer a look to see a bruised up and bloodied, but conscious Buzzcut Brawler slumped in a cell sneering at Khazan...
"Good Day Lady Melyne." Wulcrath says, flinching a bit at the Ravens sudden Caw.
"Nothing of note on the construction yet." Tapping his foot a bit, Wulcrath thinks hard about what he says next.
"Actually, we've come here looking for information pertaining to the recent kidnappings across this region... Would you perhaps know any details about the kidnappings that took place in Caburh and Pebrycyg?"
"I was also told about a Mage that was working here, do you know where he could have gone?"
"That's quite a lot I know... But anything you know would help us get closer to solving this mystery. Rest Assured we haven't forgotten about the Constructions either."
Lady Melyne sighs a little at the mention of the kidnappings, "Unfortunately, I do not - what's worse, there is not advancement on them either. They happened around time you all find ourselves bound. But, from what I have heard, no one has managed to escape, nor find the location of where the people are being kept."
At the mention of a mage she frowns slightly, "No, I cannot say I have heard of this mage. But from what I know, all sorts help out the people in need; as you can expect the guard can be left stretched at different reports and capable travellers are open to help. You didn't see the Job Board at the inn? I imagine the mage has been helping people of the town from there."
She does turn to a small smile, "Worry not, dragonborn. I do have some time for good folk."
"Mmm... I see." Wulcrath mutters, before shaking his head.
"My thanks Lady Melyne, for your time and accommodation." The Dragonborn says, returning a smile of his own.
His eyes scan the room once more as he turns to Bart, lingering on the Raven for a brief moment before continuing. "Huh... Shall we go?"
“I think so. I’m not seeing our avenue to working this out here.” Bart shrugs in a bit of frustration and walks out.
Paladin - warforged - orange
Looking down at his feet for a moment and quietly sighing, Wulcrath gives Lady Melyne one final little wave and quietly exits, following after Bart.
Lagging just behind him Wulcrath stays silent as he follows Bart. Trying to think of something to say to reassure the Half Elf, but coming up short...
Khazan slowly walks toward the cell and its prisoner, looking him up and down with a sly grin on his face."Well, ye look exactly like last time. Beaten an' bloodied. Pissed off another dwarf, did ya? Speakin' of, met some member of yer little club. No wonder ye keep gettin' beaten, entry level."
Khazan turns to the guard near the cell
"May we have a wee bit alone? Fer some gloatin' an' talkin'."