Urmdir, the woman carries several rolls of parchment tucked into a scroll case hanging from her belt. The papers depict rough sketches of each of you, with orders to bring your heads and any items in your possession to "The Temple." The papers are stamped with a wax seal bearing the image of a toad.
"Should we continue onward then?" Saralyssa asks as she dusts off her hands. "I just wonder if they know where we are headed, since they knew to put a checkpoint here ahead of us..."
For days you travel down the road, encountering no further resistance from the Toad's minions. The number of your fellow travelers on the road increases as you draw closer to Fairhaven, and when you at last approach Fairhaven, the road is packed with merchants, peddlers, bards, and adventurers. The guards wave you through the open gates after a brief inquiry as to your names and business, and you find yourselves in one of the most beautiful cities in all of Khorvaire. Shops overhang the streets, and carts and stalls selling all manner of trinkets and delicacies are set up in the middle of the road, making passage by wagon or mount impossible. Imposing spires dominate the skyline in the distance, and lamp posts line the streets.
Before anyone can reply to Seekers question, someone taps him gently on the shoulder. A woman stands behind the party. Her head is shaved, and she wears black leather armor. A collection of knives and dagger hang from her belt.
"There is one who would have words with you. Follow me and the story of the Cleric and the Toad will be thoroughly explained. To prove that our intentions are peaceful, my boss has agreed to meet you in a public tavern. No harm will come to you there."
Wisp was actually comforted by the clandestine meeting, this was how things should be handled. No big display in the middle of a road, just meet somewhere and discuss and then take action quietly. She nodded to Saralyssa, "Yes, I agree, we need the information"
The woman inclines her head and begins to push her way through the packed street. Seeing the array of knives hanging from her belt, the gathered crowd gives her a wide berth, and after several minutes of shoving and elbowing you find yourselves outside the Wine and Roses Inn.
Your guide opens the door of the inn and strides in without a backwards glance. The inn is comfortable, if not extravagant, and your fellow patrons appear respectable enough. The woman with the shaved head is conversing in a low whisper with a huge man who sits at a table in the corner of the inn. Urmdir and Siggur recognize the man at once: Aric Redmane, a veteran of the Last War and Kaarnathi war hero. According to the stories, Aric once sank an entire Cyran fleet by luring it into a swamp under cover of night.
Aric has gained a few pounds since the Last War, but he has not lost his intimidating reputation, and he still stands at 6’8”.
“Welcome.” He says, but his face is grim. “Take a seat. We have much to discuss.”
Saralyssa moves to the table. "Can we get a glass of wine?" She asks the one with the shaved head as she does so. "It has been a long walk here after all..."
Wisp took a seat at the table with the man who looked like a giant from her position. "Thank you for inviting us, this establishment is quite nice" Wisp said with a grin.
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Urmdir approaches. "Greetings. I mean no disrespect, but I prefer to not give my name." He remains standing close by and scans the bar for anyone who looks suspicious.
The woman raises an eyebrow at Saralyssa. “I’m not stopping you.”
Aric watches you silently, his eyes studying you intently from beneath bushy red eyebrows. “I see you wear the armor of Karnaath.” He says finally, nodding to Siggur and Urmdir. Without waiting for a response, he continues, addressing your party as a whole.
”My name is Aric Redmane, but you know me by a different title. I am he who is called The Toad, and I have waited long to talk with you in person.”
"You garner much... loyalty." Saralyssa says as she looks around more interested in escape routes now than before. "I think we can say this meeting is about as good for us as a hyper-silver suspension bar was to the titan mover..." Glancing to her companions. "Which means not at all, since the hyper-silver suspension bar was the main reason they never got the thing to work..."
Siggur nudges his brother, "Captain Redmane? How...how does a great hero like yourself get caught up in this strange business? You are a great warrior! Code names and subterfuge are the ways of cowar-..."The warrior chokes a bit realizes what he was about to call the man.
Aric does not appear to be offended by Siggur’s accusations. “Believe me, boy.” He rumbles. “I wish I was back on the battlefield, and to hell with subterfuge. Sadly, not all problems can be solved with a blade.”
He sighs deeply and continues. “Now that I have introduced myself, let us get down to business. I am aware that you have in your possession an ancient relic recovered from the Demon Wastes.”
Aric pauses and leans back in his chair. “Tell me, what do you know of this business thus far?”
Urmdir steps forward slightly and places his had on the haft of his flail. "Before we continue with this lie of civility, answer this: Did you hire the mercenaries who attacked our ship?"
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Urmdir, the woman carries several rolls of parchment tucked into a scroll case hanging from her belt. The papers depict rough sketches of each of you, with orders to bring your heads and any items in your possession to "The Temple." The papers are stamped with a wax seal bearing the image of a toad.
"Should we continue onward then?" Saralyssa asks as she dusts off her hands. "I just wonder if they know where we are headed, since they knew to put a checkpoint here ahead of us..."
For days you travel down the road, encountering no further resistance from the Toad's minions. The number of your fellow travelers on the road increases as you draw closer to Fairhaven, and when you at last approach Fairhaven, the road is packed with merchants, peddlers, bards, and adventurers. The guards wave you through the open gates after a brief inquiry as to your names and business, and you find yourselves in one of the most beautiful cities in all of Khorvaire. Shops overhang the streets, and carts and stalls selling all manner of trinkets and delicacies are set up in the middle of the road, making passage by wagon or mount impossible. Imposing spires dominate the skyline in the distance, and lamp posts line the streets.
Welcome to Fairhaven.
Seeker will look around him, taking in the sights for the first time, "Do any of you happen to know anything or anyone about town?"
Before anyone can reply to Seekers question, someone taps him gently on the shoulder. A woman stands behind the party. Her head is shaved, and she wears black leather armor. A collection of knives and dagger hang from her belt.
"There is one who would have words with you. Follow me and the story of the Cleric and the Toad will be thoroughly explained. To prove that our intentions are peaceful, my boss has agreed to meet you in a public tavern. No harm will come to you there."
Urmdir grins broadly. "Finally! I tire of this pondering and subterfuge! Let our foes make themselves known!" He follows the strange woman eagerly.
Seeker will nod, but remain silent, and follow along.
"Well, let's see where this leads..." Saralyssa comments as she follows the others.
Wisp was actually comforted by the clandestine meeting, this was how things should be handled. No big display in the middle of a road, just meet somewhere and discuss and then take action quietly. She nodded to Saralyssa, "Yes, I agree, we need the information"
The woman inclines her head and begins to push her way through the packed street. Seeing the array of knives hanging from her belt, the gathered crowd gives her a wide berth, and after several minutes of shoving and elbowing you find yourselves outside the Wine and Roses Inn.
Your guide opens the door of the inn and strides in without a backwards glance. The inn is comfortable, if not extravagant, and your fellow patrons appear respectable enough. The woman with the shaved head is conversing in a low whisper with a huge man who sits at a table in the corner of the inn. Urmdir and Siggur recognize the man at once: Aric Redmane, a veteran of the Last War and Kaarnathi war hero. According to the stories, Aric once sank an entire Cyran fleet by luring it into a swamp under cover of night.
Aric has gained a few pounds since the Last War, but he has not lost his intimidating reputation, and he still stands at 6’8”.
“Welcome.” He says, but his face is grim. “Take a seat. We have much to discuss.”
Saralyssa moves to the table. "Can we get a glass of wine?" She asks the one with the shaved head as she does so. "It has been a long walk here after all..."
Wisp took a seat at the table with the man who looked like a giant from her position. "Thank you for inviting us, this establishment is quite nice" Wisp said with a grin.
Urmdir approaches. "Greetings. I mean no disrespect, but I prefer to not give my name." He remains standing close by and scans the bar for anyone who looks suspicious.
Perception: 6
(Did Tank come with us?)
Seeker will move over to the table and take a seat right next to the veteran, "Hello, my name is Seeker, may I ask yours?"
(Tank is still with you.)
The woman raises an eyebrow at Saralyssa. “I’m not stopping you.”
Aric watches you silently, his eyes studying you intently from beneath bushy red eyebrows. “I see you wear the armor of Karnaath.” He says finally, nodding to Siggur and Urmdir. Without waiting for a response, he continues, addressing your party as a whole.
”My name is Aric Redmane, but you know me by a different title. I am he who is called The Toad, and I have waited long to talk with you in person.”
"You garner much... loyalty." Saralyssa says as she looks around more interested in escape routes now than before. "I think we can say this meeting is about as good for us as a hyper-silver suspension bar was to the titan mover..." Glancing to her companions. "Which means not at all, since the hyper-silver suspension bar was the main reason they never got the thing to work..."
Siggur nudges his brother, "Captain Redmane? How...how does a great hero like yourself get caught up in this strange business? You are a great warrior! Code names and subterfuge are the ways of cowar-..." The warrior chokes a bit realizes what he was about to call the man.
Aric does not appear to be offended by Siggur’s accusations. “Believe me, boy.” He rumbles. “I wish I was back on the battlefield, and to hell with subterfuge. Sadly, not all problems can be solved with a blade.”
He sighs deeply and continues. “Now that I have introduced myself, let us get down to business. I am aware that you have in your possession an ancient relic recovered from the Demon Wastes.”
Aric pauses and leans back in his chair. “Tell me, what do you know of this business thus far?”
"well, I'd say only that we have a relic from the demon wastes." Saralyssa speaks up. "And only that since you just said so."
Urmdir steps forward slightly and places his had on the haft of his flail. "Before we continue with this lie of civility, answer this: Did you hire the mercenaries who attacked our ship?"