Faldo responds to Cicero "Food and ale, my favorite!" as he pays for his food and a room. While he's eating, he notices the piano player in the corner struggling at the piano and wanders over to him.
"Hello good sir, I just wanted to thank you for working so hard to entertain everyone. If you don't mind my asking, could I inquire as to the story of your lost hands?" he asks the pianist.
Al-Ashari went to the room she was given and returned after changing clothes. She did not eat much and refused the ale, (though if they happen to have wine - she would ask for some, warmed and spiced).
"Cicero, your cards were telling about a missing girl. Could it be the daughter of the Duchess? Her name is Cecilia, Kale has her portrait. Even if she is not the one cards mentioned, we are searching for her now. Do you know her by any chance?"
Just as before, Kale provides some prestidigitated music for the piano man, before accepting his room and board.
"Thanks, Cicero," he tells the man with a nod of real gratitude. "You're a stand-up fellow." Wiping his mouth, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the portrait as Al-Ashari tells him of their mission. "That's her," he adds on. "We had some information that she was last seen trying to meet someone at a Dancing Spider Inn. Or Prancing Spider. Well... an inn of some sort. Do you know where we might be able to find that place? I spent hours looking down on Elysium from above and didn't see a thing."
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Merric takes his food and ale from the man, Cicero. "Thanks, O'Tavern Keeper. This'n ale will wash'n the food down, no doubt. But the rains chilled me bones. Do you have any hot tea, by chance? And, how much'n I'm owin' ya?" Merric turns to go but then turns back. "Are ye knowin' where I might'n be gettin' me hands on a decent short sword?
After thanking Cicero for the information and the meal, Merric walks over to a table near to the piano, scanning the entire room as he goes. He sits and eats and listens to the music and the talk."
Faldo responds to Cicero "Food and ale, my favorite!" as he pays for his food and a room. While he's eating, he notices the piano player in the corner struggling at the piano and wanders over to him.
"Hello good sir, I just wanted to thank you for working so hard to entertain everyone. If you don't mind my asking, could I inquire as to the story of your lost hands?" he asks the pianist.
The man looks up at you and opens his mouth, but you see only a dark void inside of it, it is clear the man has no way to speak without his tongue. He turns away and goes back to bashing on the piano.
Al-Ashari went to the room she was given and returned after changing clothes. She did not eat much and refused the ale, (though if they happen to have wine - she would ask for some, warmed and spiced).
"Cicero, your cards were telling about a missing girl. Could it be the daughter of the Duchess? Her name is Cecilia, Kale has her portrait. Even if she is not the one cards mentioned, we are searching for her now. Do you know her by any chance?"
"Yes I do know Cecilia." he responds. "Poor lass, who knows what happened to her, but it is good that someone is trying to find her. She use to come in here all the time, but I have not seen her for some time now. I have been worried about her..."
Just as before, Kale provides some prestidigitated music for the piano man, before accepting his room and board.
"Thanks, Cicero," he tells the man with a nod of real gratitude. "You're a stand-up fellow." Wiping his mouth, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the portrait as Al-Ashari tells him of their mission. "That's her," he adds on. "We had some information that she was last seen trying to meet someone at a Dancing Spider Inn. Or Prancing Spider. Well... an inn of some sort. Do you know where we might be able to find that place? I spent hours looking down on Elysium from above and didn't see a thing."
"Oh, yes I know of The Dancing Spider." He responds with a nod of his head. "The young lass was asking about it as well..." He looks thoughtful. "Well, there is only one way to find the place, and that is to find a room key for it. There are some floating around the city, but I gave mine to the lass, so cannot help you there. the city won't let you find the place without a key though..."
Merric takes his food and ale from the man, Cicero. "Thanks, O'Tavern Keeper. This'n ale will wash'n the food down, no doubt. But the rains chilled me bones. Do you have any hot tea, by chance? And, how much'n I'm owin' ya?" Merric turns to go but then turns back. "Are ye knowin' where I might'n be gettin' me hands on a decent short sword?
After thanking Cicero for the information and the meal, Merric walks over to a table near to the piano, scanning the entire room as he goes. He sits and eats and listens to the music and the talk."
Perception: 26
OOC: DragonDen, how much does Merric owe Cicero?
"one silver will do." He says. "As for a short sword... your best bet would be the Auction House, which your companions can tell you about."
The man looks up at you and opens his mouth, but you see only a dark void inside of it, it is clear the man has no way to speak without his tongue. He turns away and goes back to bashing on the piano.
"Oh dear." Faldo says with a look of compassion. "I can't do anything to help you today, but if you're interested, I may be able to do something about your hands and tongue tomorrow. Just give me a nod if you'd like me to try."
"Floating around the city? I fear we might be forced to visit Auction house again. Or contact with that well... Or..." Al-Ashari grimaced but before explaining what she meant by the last "or" asked again: "Who can have the key? Is there anyone who knows those people? How did you get yours?"
Kale sinks his face into his palms and groans. "Thinking. I hate thinking. This is why I hire people to think for me."
Giving his face a good rub, he looks up at Whitegaze. "You're on this pretty well. Help me puzzle it out. I wonder if the names of the cards have any relation to what they're providing us, though?"
"The first prophecy: the Avenger - that would mean Merric's dagger, I suppose. I'd be careful, the prophecy said the dagger came from a wicked man, and was wicked itself. You haven't felt any ill affects since attuning it, have you? No whispers in your head or the like?"
"The second prophecy: the Guild Member - that was when we visited the auction house, and got that book full of children's tales. We nearly paid a dear price for it, and you know what? I wouldn't barter bits of my soul away for a simple sword anyhow."
"The third prophecy: the Swashbuckler." Kale pauses here, then lifts the Adamant Asylum badge out of his pocket and displays it to the others. "I took this off of our benefactor at the auction house earlier. And then I felt something notice. Something that wasn't her. So you can see I'm not too eager to face up to the psychic boss of that woman at the Asylum. Still, 'A fetching mirror, a fetching choice, to bring about the end in one way or another. An invisible man in a place of madness, and the treasure lies on his person.' I'd assume that means we have to find someone not very noticed at the Asylum and lift a nice little mirror off of him. Things being what they are here, I would be unsurprised if it was a janitor or somesuch, rather than an inmate. Who knows what counts as invisible to the beaurocracy here."
"The fourth prophecy: The Seer... that's our current dilemma with Cecelia, of course, and finding a room key to that blasted Spider Inn. There was something about Etchings, being both beautiful and terrible... and swimming adrift in the knowledge of eternity, but burning in the fires of mercy." He frowns. "I really hope that prophecy was being metaphysical and not giving us a tip to go explore the lake at the center of town."
"And lastly the fifth prophecy, the donjon - or dungeon, maybe. It's dark, we need to be grouped together, and it's heavily guarded by magic. A card will reveal its true intentions. Whatever is buried there... apparently it's the reason it's raining all the damn time in this city. Conquering that dungeon and freeing whatever was trapped in there might stop the rain - and lift the madness that's settled on this accursed place."
Kale sits back and takes a long sip of his ale. "Oh, and let's not forget the illusory street rat that has it out for me after I left Guild markings on the buildings around here. Or the water elemental that grants twisted wishes to those stupid enough to ask for them. I don't think he does it on purpose, really... but who knows, with elementals?" He scratches his chin. "That's everything I know. I've got a feeling Fiddles and Blind might be the people to ask about a key, if we can't pick up a lead in here. Or at the worst, that elemental might know something, if we can outplay him at his own word game."
Whitegaze will laugh a little at Kale's apparent compliment, "I don't know that I'm on this at all, just blindly following a map I don't know that I'm reading correctly. We've got the blade, we've got the book, though we still need to figure out what it means. I'd hold off on that last bit, so that leaves us the madhouse or the auction house, not much difference between the two to me. All things considered though, I'd rather return to the auction house first, and try the madhouse later. You?"
"If we never visit the Asylum at all, it will still be too soon for me," Kale says, thinking of the voice he heard in Nurse Joy's mind. "Let's see what Cicero says. Otherwise, my vote is the auction house as well... specifically the wishing well there," he adds on. "I might fail at a battle of wits, but at least there'll be some bit of joy in the attempt."
"The first prophecy: the Avenger - that would mean Merric's dagger, I suppose. I'd be careful, the prophecy said the dagger came from a wicked man, and was wicked itself. You haven't felt any ill affects since attuning it, have you? No whispers in your head or the like?"
Merric pulls out the silver dagger. "No, Kale. Nothin' since I tried attunin' it. Aye, she's a nice dagger, true enough, but she's not'n whisprin to me. Nice balance, and all, so I'm plannin' to keep her."
Merric had only just met these people and while it seemed they needed to work together, trust was still a bit far off and the advantages of the blade might be the edge he needed. He decided to keep what he'd learned about the dagger to himself, for now.
"'Course, the part of the readin' could be referrin' to the blade you found, Kale. It don't have to be about this dagger. Does'n that blade be speakin' to you,Joetaro?" Turning to the bartender, he calls out "Oy! Cicero, does that big lake out there be havin' any names? Anything like Eternity or Knowledge, praps? Or somethin' else?
OOC: DD, is this dagger a known magic item, with a name like the Rapier of Warning?
"The first prophecy: the Avenger - that would mean Merric's dagger, I suppose. I'd be careful, the prophecy said the dagger came from a wicked man, and was wicked itself. You haven't felt any ill affects since attuning it, have you? No whispers in your head or the like?"
Merric pulls out the silver dagger. "No, Kale. Nothin' since I tried attunin' it. Aye, she's a nice dagger, true enough, but she's not'n whisprin to me. Nice balance, and all, so I'm plannin' to keep her."
Merric had only just met these people and while it seemed they needed to work together, trust was still a bit far off and the advantages of the blade might be the edge he needed. He decided to keep what he'd learned about the dagger to himself, for now.
"'Course, the part of the readin' could be referrin' to the blade you found, Kale. It don't have to be about this dagger. Does'n that blade be speakin' to you,Joetaro?" Turning to the bartender, he calls out "Oy! Cicero, does that big lake out there be havin' any names? Anything like Eternity or Knowledge, praps? Or somethin' else?
OOC: DD, is this dagger a known magic item, with a name like the Rapier of Warning?
I can work on building you one on DND Beyond when I get a chance, but it does not exist yet. It name is 'The Wicked Blade' though.
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Faldo responds to Cicero "Food and ale, my favorite!" as he pays for his food and a room. While he's eating, he notices the piano player in the corner struggling at the piano and wanders over to him.
"Hello good sir, I just wanted to thank you for working so hard to entertain everyone. If you don't mind my asking, could I inquire as to the story of your lost hands?" he asks the pianist.
Joetaro listens to the music before watching Faldo approach the man. "I'll take some food and ale as well."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Al-Ashari went to the room she was given and returned after changing clothes. She did not eat much and refused the ale, (though if they happen to have wine - she would ask for some, warmed and spiced).
"Cicero, your cards were telling about a missing girl. Could it be the daughter of the Duchess? Her name is Cecilia, Kale has her portrait. Even if she is not the one cards mentioned, we are searching for her now. Do you know her by any chance?"
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Just as before, Kale provides some prestidigitated music for the piano man, before accepting his room and board.
"Thanks, Cicero," he tells the man with a nod of real gratitude. "You're a stand-up fellow." Wiping his mouth, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the portrait as Al-Ashari tells him of their mission. "That's her," he adds on. "We had some information that she was last seen trying to meet someone at a Dancing Spider Inn. Or Prancing Spider. Well... an inn of some sort. Do you know where we might be able to find that place? I spent hours looking down on Elysium from above and didn't see a thing."
Merric takes his food and ale from the man, Cicero. "Thanks, O'Tavern Keeper. This'n ale will wash'n the food down, no doubt. But the rains chilled me bones. Do you have any hot tea, by chance? And, how much'n I'm owin' ya?" Merric turns to go but then turns back. "Are ye knowin' where I might'n be gettin' me hands on a decent short sword?
After thanking Cicero for the information and the meal, Merric walks over to a table near to the piano, scanning the entire room as he goes. He sits and eats and listens to the music and the talk."
Perception: 17
OOC: DragonDen, how much does Merric owe Cicero?
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
Whitegaze will enjoy his meal and watch the newcomers, "So, we've got the book and the blade, what else did we need?"
The man looks up at you and opens his mouth, but you see only a dark void inside of it, it is clear the man has no way to speak without his tongue. He turns away and goes back to bashing on the piano.
"Yes I do know Cecilia." he responds. "Poor lass, who knows what happened to her, but it is good that someone is trying to find her. She use to come in here all the time, but I have not seen her for some time now. I have been worried about her..."
"Oh, yes I know of The Dancing Spider." He responds with a nod of his head. "The young lass was asking about it as well..." He looks thoughtful. "Well, there is only one way to find the place, and that is to find a room key for it. There are some floating around the city, but I gave mine to the lass, so cannot help you there. the city won't let you find the place without a key though..."
"one silver will do." He says. "As for a short sword... your best bet would be the Auction House, which your companions can tell you about."
"Oh dear." Faldo says with a look of compassion. "I can't do anything to help you today, but if you're interested, I may be able to do something about your hands and tongue tomorrow. Just give me a nod if you'd like me to try."
Whitegaze will look over at Merric, “I’d consider just how badly you want that sword before asking at the auction house.”
"Floating around the city? I fear we might be forced to visit Auction house again. Or contact with that well... Or..." Al-Ashari grimaced but before explaining what she meant by the last "or" asked again: "Who can have the key? Is there anyone who knows those people? How did you get yours?"
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Kale sinks his face into his palms and groans. "Thinking. I hate thinking. This is why I hire people to think for me."
Giving his face a good rub, he looks up at Whitegaze. "You're on this pretty well. Help me puzzle it out. I wonder if the names of the cards have any relation to what they're providing us, though?"
"The first prophecy: the Avenger - that would mean Merric's dagger, I suppose. I'd be careful, the prophecy said the dagger came from a wicked man, and was wicked itself. You haven't felt any ill affects since attuning it, have you? No whispers in your head or the like?"
"The second prophecy: the Guild Member - that was when we visited the auction house, and got that book full of children's tales. We nearly paid a dear price for it, and you know what? I wouldn't barter bits of my soul away for a simple sword anyhow."
"The third prophecy: the Swashbuckler." Kale pauses here, then lifts the Adamant Asylum badge out of his pocket and displays it to the others. "I took this off of our benefactor at the auction house earlier. And then I felt something notice. Something that wasn't her. So you can see I'm not too eager to face up to the psychic boss of that woman at the Asylum. Still, 'A fetching mirror, a fetching choice, to bring about the end in one way or another. An invisible man in a place of madness, and the treasure lies on his person.' I'd assume that means we have to find someone not very noticed at the Asylum and lift a nice little mirror off of him. Things being what they are here, I would be unsurprised if it was a janitor or somesuch, rather than an inmate. Who knows what counts as invisible to the beaurocracy here."
"The fourth prophecy: The Seer... that's our current dilemma with Cecelia, of course, and finding a room key to that blasted Spider Inn. There was something about Etchings, being both beautiful and terrible... and swimming adrift in the knowledge of eternity, but burning in the fires of mercy." He frowns. "I really hope that prophecy was being metaphysical and not giving us a tip to go explore the lake at the center of town."
"And lastly the fifth prophecy, the donjon - or dungeon, maybe. It's dark, we need to be grouped together, and it's heavily guarded by magic. A card will reveal its true intentions. Whatever is buried there... apparently it's the reason it's raining all the damn time in this city. Conquering that dungeon and freeing whatever was trapped in there might stop the rain - and lift the madness that's settled on this accursed place."
Kale sits back and takes a long sip of his ale. "Oh, and let's not forget the illusory street rat that has it out for me after I left Guild markings on the buildings around here. Or the water elemental that grants twisted wishes to those stupid enough to ask for them. I don't think he does it on purpose, really... but who knows, with elementals?" He scratches his chin. "That's everything I know. I've got a feeling Fiddles and Blind might be the people to ask about a key, if we can't pick up a lead in here. Or at the worst, that elemental might know something, if we can outplay him at his own word game."
Whitegaze will laugh a little at Kale's apparent compliment, "I don't know that I'm on this at all, just blindly following a map I don't know that I'm reading correctly. We've got the blade, we've got the book, though we still need to figure out what it means. I'd hold off on that last bit, so that leaves us the madhouse or the auction house, not much difference between the two to me. All things considered though, I'd rather return to the auction house first, and try the madhouse later. You?"
"If we never visit the Asylum at all, it will still be too soon for me," Kale says, thinking of the voice he heard in Nurse Joy's mind. "Let's see what Cicero says. Otherwise, my vote is the auction house as well... specifically the wishing well there," he adds on. "I might fail at a battle of wits, but at least there'll be some bit of joy in the attempt."
Whitegaze will move his hand back to his flail, "If you don't think you can win the battle of wits, there's always my way."
Joetaro crosses his arms. "Let's keep that in our back pocket and only use it if necessary."
I have an intelligence of six, I know what I'm doing.
Merric pulls out the silver dagger. "No, Kale. Nothin' since I tried attunin' it. Aye, she's a nice dagger, true enough, but she's not'n whisprin to me. Nice balance, and all, so I'm plannin' to keep her."
Merric had only just met these people and while it seemed they needed to work together, trust was still a bit far off and the advantages of the blade might be the edge he needed. He decided to keep what he'd learned about the dagger to himself, for now.
"'Course, the part of the readin' could be referrin' to the blade you found, Kale. It don't have to be about this dagger. Does'n that blade be speakin' to you,Joetaro?" Turning to the bartender, he calls out "Oy! Cicero, does that big lake out there be havin' any names? Anything like Eternity or Knowledge, praps? Or somethin' else?
OOC: DD, is this dagger a known magic item, with a name like the Rapier of Warning?
Tandor the White, Human Life Cleric
I can work on building you one on DND Beyond when I get a chance, but it does not exist yet. It name is 'The Wicked Blade' though.