The lead guard pushed his dim counterpart back a couple feet, opening a space between them and the corner for Uthal and Ura to pass and go along the north road. “Alright, I’ll let you go, with a warning. But the two of Better go straight there and stay inside. If I see either of you out again during the curfew, we’re taking you in.”
The deception of the two being a romantic pair was plausible enough, or at least fell upon the ears of someone gullible enough, to let you go.
The guards still stood between both pairs of the party, but Ander and Anearis were still unknown; at least for now.
Ura steps forward and squints, looking up and down the street. "You know... I think I got turned around in all this excitement." She mouths some words to herself, as if trying to recite directions, while pointing first to the north up the street, and then to the south, spinning on her heel a few times like a lost tourist. Turning to Uthal, she says "Did we turn right or left when we got to that alley? Oh gosh, you were doing that thing,"she says with a giggle, "and I guess I was kind of too busy to notice..." She cups a hand to her cheek with a blush. "I'm so, so sorry,"she gushes to the two guards, "I know we're just making your lives so difficult right now! Thank you so much letting us off like this, you guys are the best! Come on, Uthric, let's let these good men do their jobs and get out of their hair."
Taking Uthal by the hand, she begins to lead him south down the street at a light jog, being sure to make a wide arc in the hopes that the guards won't look down the alley where the others are still waiting.
(Movement: south 1, west 1, south 4, east 1, around the corner of that building.)
As soon as they've rounded the corner, Ura takes a careful look at their surroundings, trying to assess the situation.
Watching the couple run south and taking a left onto the Main Street the simple-minded of the two guards steps forward ((south)) towards that direction. The lead guard was too distracted by the words that left his companion’s mouth, to care further about stopping the Goliath and elf. “I still don’t understand how that works.” “You’re an idiot.” This conversation continued, as the two guards turned and walked east, down the very wagon way, that the party was originally heading towards. “He would break her in half.” “How did I get stuck with you?” Ander and Anearis can see them, until eventually the two guards round that first corner heading north, and out of sight.
Uthal and Ura find themselves on a Main Street, one that they had not been on before, but with a similar setup, of banners and merchant stalls lining the streets, and many of the buildings with signs above their doors, signifying the trades and wares within. Most of the stalls are empty, though some are still draped with large cloths, on what would otherwise be empty frames. The building in which you two are nearest, the one whose corner you used to break the guards’ line of sight, has a sign above the door. It reads “Incense and Sensibility”
Uthal looks both ways down the new street before removing his arm from around Ura. "Well, that was lucky. I've met giants smarter than those two." He looks up at the sign. "Do we go in or around? You seem to be better at city life than I."
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Ura peers around the corner, checking for the guards.
Perception: 9
"I think we should try to sneak back down that way and see how Ander and Anaeris are doing. They don't have any of their stuff with them, and they're not nearly as brilliant as I am. We'd better help them find their things, right?"
Anearis didn’t know whether the guards were just incredibly dense or if Ura and Uthal were somehow blessed with otherworldly luck. Whatever it was, there scheme had worked and the coast was clear.
Anearis looked at Ander and motioned to him to follow. With great care as to not attract any attention, Anearis move to the double set of green doors.
When Ura looks back around the corner, the guards are nowhere to be seen, and Anearis and Ander are both making their way towards the party's original goal. As far as you can tell, there are no guards in sight, but you can still hear the clank of the guard armor from both the northwest and the northeast, but both still some distance away. No perceived threats are in the vicinity
The large double doors are conveniently unlocked as the party reaches them. The slide to the side, to open, like barn doors. Inside, is understandably much darker than the daylight that surrounded you all, as there are no windows, but there are light-sources within. As the four of you enter, your eyes quickly adjust. You stand within a store room to some sort of shop, approximately 30 feet wide and 10 feet deep. It's filled with crates and barrels and packing materials of all sorts. Against the south wall of this room, among the stacks of crates and boxes, is a door, likely leading to the rest of the shop. On the east wall, there is a sectioned off area with some desks and tables. Rolls of parchment and papers laying about it, and on the west is a stairwell leading up.
This is a room that Anearis wasn't exactly 'familiar' with, but had in fact been standing in, less than 24 hours prior. However, at one of the tables, the individual sitting within the room was someone he hadn't previously seen. As you enter and close the door behind you, a young round-faced human boy steps off the staircase and into the room as well. When he sees you all, his eyes widen and he runs up to Ander. "My lord, you're alive! I had feared the worst." The young lad swoons over Ander, completely ignoring that the rest of you even exist.
"Isn't that the kid we saw Ander with by the gate to the manor, when we were casing it?" Ura says, pointing at the boy. "Besides, look at this runt. He practically worships the ground Ander walks on. Hey, kid. Is your name Donovan? If it is, do your job as his squire and get that painted guck off his face. Chop chop, boy-servant!"
Once hearing the voices of the others, Donovan looked past Ander towards the rest of the party, noticing them now almost for the first time. “Oh welcome, friends of Sir Ander.” At hearing Ura’s words, Donovan shot her a sour look. “It is true I squired for Sir Ander, during the tournament, but following his withdrawal, even before the tournament cancellation, I only stayed to ensure his recovery.”
He turned back to Ander, the doe-eyed smile and gleam returning to his face. “Im overjoyed to see you alive, my lord, I feared to worst. Oh, and I managed to bring your gear when I left the barracks. I believe I got it all. And if you need there’s a bathing room upstairs if you need to wash your face. That’s the same for any of you. We were told you’d be arriving this morning.”
Donovan looks at you all and then cranes his neck trying to see past Uthal, as if he was hiding someone in his shadow. “Where is Sir Richter? Is he not with you?”
Uthal laughs for the first time since he's met the group, a deep weezing sort of sound. "Sir Richter? You mean to tell me that crazy fool is a knight? That explains so much about this city." He finally composes himself and looks back to the young squire. "He's coming I'm sure. He was just creating a distraction."
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“WAS a knight. Though even if the kingdom of Cathaan recognized nobility from other nations, I have my doubts that Richter would want to be associated with such.”
The door on the south wall was open and a man stepped through into the room. An average height human, though rather slender. His skin was dark, nearly black as onyx, though he had a well kept short silver beard. His attire is elegant, but not pompous. A well-dressed man, perhaps of nobility or wealth, but one who knows the value of a gold piece and has seen a hard day’s work. His boots are a fine black leather, as is his belt, but the rest of his clothing appear to be made of a very soft and light fabric, all of a dark green color with a brown trim. A large jewel hung around his neck and a simple gold ring was on his hand.
He had a silver and black cane in one hand though he didn’t use it for support as he walked, and in the other hand, a pipe that every so often he would bring to his mouth to smoke. He smelled of lavender and fine leather, though it was difficult to discern if the smell was him or the contents of the pipe. He came to stand next to Donovan.
“Either way, I believe young Donovan meant it purely as a title of admiration and not one of office. I have no doubt he may be calling each of you ‘Sir’, ‘Lady’ or ‘Lord’ by the day’s end.” The man let out a laugh that could be described as hardy, but of a low volume, as he turned towards Anearis. “Ah, Anearis Anessi of the Kihesh of Sinthaal Forest. It’s good to see you finally returning to work, so to speak,” he said with a wink and another laugh. Just then a bell rang from somewhere beyond the door from which the man first emerged. This caused Donovan’s ears to perk up, “I’ll get it, Archmeister,” and with one quick movement, he was through the door and out of sight.
Anearis knew the moment he recognized the building they were entering that he would be meeting his employer. It was merely a matter of time. He still wasn’t sure if he could trust him, so he decided to play along, while keeping his guard up.
’’Forgive me, sir. My meeting with the royal family had...an unexpected turn of event. I imagine you are already aware of the current situation of the city. Let me assure you, none of this is my doing.’’
Ura steps back, letting the others take the lead. She figures it's good to be close to the shadows, in case that she might need to disappear into them. Apart from that, there are times that it pays off to flap your jaw, and times that it pays off to keep your trap shut and soak in information. Now seems like one of the latter, so she quiets down and studies each of these new individuals intently, trying to determine who they are -- and just who exactly her new companions really are, for that matter.
So... Belts was a knight of wherever he came from, huh? Her level of respect for Richter rises a notch on learning that he's seemingly abandoned whatever claim to nobility or riches he might have has with his previous life before Cathaan; a lot of knights talk big about honor and chivalry, but from her experience meeting them, they're usually no different from any other noble - willing to squash any street dwelling peasant who might ruin their fancy banquets.
“Rest assured, Anearis Anessi, I’m fully aware that you played no active role. I apologize for I feel responsible for having allowed you to run head first into such a predicament. But when all is said and done, I feel I have an excuse for not seeing it coming.” This time it was apparent from the man’s face that he wanted to laugh again, but instead settled for allowing a wide smile to spread across his face. “Some mutual friends that you all appear to have with me, already informed me of the situation, and even brought me a new scribe, in light of my previous apprentice having been...a bit dodgy.”
He then turned, in Ander’s direction as he heard him address him as well. “A title I also wish I was unfamiliar with. It’s a politically ‘assigned’ title bestowed on me purely for commercial influence and success in trade. It does carry with it some weight, in very specific circles, but ultimately, it does little more than require me to accept invitations to formal events so that other political figures may attempt to request favors.”
Donovan’s head poked in through the door. “Um...Archmeister, the Right Hand is here.” The Archmeister sighed, “Have they nothing better to do than to bother an old man?” “Well, it’s not just the guards. It’s THE Right Hand.” At this, for the first time since he entered the room, the joy and general good nature left his face, and it was replaced with a solemn expression instead. “She says she has questions about individuals that were just seen entering the shop.”
”Donovan, have them go upstairs.” The old man quickly muttered and pushed past the boy, into the room beyond. Donovan stood at the door, ensuring it closed and then turned to you all. “I..I will show you all upstairs.” Donovan didn’t have much confidence in his voice but walked towards the stairs and proceeded to walk up.
Uthal looks over at what he still thinks is a disguised Atal as they head upstairs. "We really aren't good at getting around this city unrecognised. Even with your prissy new look."
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As the others were making there way to the next floor, Anearis subtly moved closer to the closed door in an attempt to eavesdrop on the conversation between Sol and the Right Hand. He wanted answers, but he also wanted to make sure his employer wasn’t in danger.
The lead guard pushed his dim counterpart back a couple feet, opening a space between them and the corner for Uthal and Ura to pass and go along the north road. “Alright, I’ll let you go, with a warning. But the two of Better go straight there and stay inside. If I see either of you out again during the curfew, we’re taking you in.”
The deception of the two being a romantic pair was plausible enough, or at least fell upon the ears of someone gullible enough, to let you go.
The guards still stood between both pairs of the party, but Ander and Anearis were still unknown; at least for now.
Ura steps forward and squints, looking up and down the street. "You know... I think I got turned around in all this excitement." She mouths some words to herself, as if trying to recite directions, while pointing first to the north up the street, and then to the south, spinning on her heel a few times like a lost tourist. Turning to Uthal, she says "Did we turn right or left when we got to that alley? Oh gosh, you were doing that thing," she says with a giggle, "and I guess I was kind of too busy to notice..." She cups a hand to her cheek with a blush. "I'm so, so sorry," she gushes to the two guards, "I know we're just making your lives so difficult right now! Thank you so much letting us off like this, you guys are the best! Come on, Uthric, let's let these good men do their jobs and get out of their hair."
Taking Uthal by the hand, she begins to lead him south down the street at a light jog, being sure to make a wide arc in the hopes that the guards won't look down the alley where the others are still waiting.
(Movement: south 1, west 1, south 4, east 1, around the corner of that building.)
As soon as they've rounded the corner, Ura takes a careful look at their surroundings, trying to assess the situation.
Perception: 13
Watching the couple run south and taking a left onto the Main Street the simple-minded of the two guards steps forward ((south)) towards that direction. The lead guard was too distracted by the words that left his companion’s mouth, to care further about stopping the Goliath and elf. “I still don’t understand how that works.” “You’re an idiot.” This conversation continued, as the two guards turned and walked east, down the very wagon way, that the party was originally heading towards. “He would break her in half.” “How did I get stuck with you?” Ander and Anearis can see them, until eventually the two guards round that first corner heading north, and out of sight.
Uthal and Ura find themselves on a Main Street, one that they had not been on before, but with a similar setup, of banners and merchant stalls lining the streets, and many of the buildings with signs above their doors, signifying the trades and wares within. Most of the stalls are empty, though some are still draped with large cloths, on what would otherwise be empty frames. The building in which you two are nearest, the one whose corner you used to break the guards’ line of sight, has a sign above the door. It reads “Incense and Sensibility”
Uthal looks both ways down the new street before removing his arm from around Ura. "Well, that was lucky. I've met giants smarter than those two." He looks up at the sign. "Do we go in or around? You seem to be better at city life than I."
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Ura peers around the corner, checking for the guards.
Perception: 9
"I think we should try to sneak back down that way and see how Ander and Anaeris are doing. They don't have any of their stuff with them, and they're not nearly as brilliant as I am. We'd better help them find their things, right?"
Anearis didn’t know whether the guards were just incredibly dense or if Ura and Uthal were somehow blessed with otherworldly luck. Whatever it was, there scheme had worked and the coast was clear.
Anearis looked at Ander and motioned to him to follow. With great care as to not attract any attention, Anearis move to the double set of green doors.
Ander sheathes his sword and follows, glancing after the retreating guards.
When Ura looks back around the corner, the guards are nowhere to be seen, and Anearis and Ander are both making their way towards the party's original goal. As far as you can tell, there are no guards in sight, but you can still hear the clank of the guard armor from both the northwest and the northeast, but both still some distance away. No perceived threats are in the vicinity
The large double doors are conveniently unlocked as the party reaches them. The slide to the side, to open, like barn doors. Inside, is understandably much darker than the daylight that surrounded you all, as there are no windows, but there are light-sources within. As the four of you enter, your eyes quickly adjust. You stand within a store room to some sort of shop, approximately 30 feet wide and 10 feet deep. It's filled with crates and barrels and packing materials of all sorts. Against the south wall of this room, among the stacks of crates and boxes, is a door, likely leading to the rest of the shop. On the east wall, there is a sectioned off area with some desks and tables. Rolls of parchment and papers laying about it, and on the west is a stairwell leading up.
This is a room that Anearis wasn't exactly 'familiar' with, but had in fact been standing in, less than 24 hours prior. However, at one of the tables, the individual sitting within the room was someone he hadn't previously seen. As you enter and close the door behind you, a young round-faced human boy steps off the staircase and into the room as well. When he sees you all, his eyes widen and he runs up to Ander. "My lord, you're alive! I had feared the worst." The young lad swoons over Ander, completely ignoring that the rest of you even exist.
Uthal examines the room as they walk in. "Well, nice to know there's someone in this city who doesn't hate us. Human, who's your small friend?"
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‘’I’d like to know what he’s doing here as well. How did he know where to find us?’’
Anearis looked the human with mistrust in his eyes.
"Isn't that the kid we saw Ander with by the gate to the manor, when we were casing it?" Ura says, pointing at the boy. "Besides, look at this runt. He practically worships the ground Ander walks on. Hey, kid. Is your name Donovan? If it is, do your job as his squire and get that painted guck off his face. Chop chop, boy-servant!"
Once hearing the voices of the others, Donovan looked past Ander towards the rest of the party, noticing them now almost for the first time. “Oh welcome, friends of Sir Ander.” At hearing Ura’s words, Donovan shot her a sour look. “It is true I squired for Sir Ander, during the tournament, but following his withdrawal, even before the tournament cancellation, I only stayed to ensure his recovery.”
He turned back to Ander, the doe-eyed smile and gleam returning to his face. “Im overjoyed to see you alive, my lord, I feared to worst. Oh, and I managed to bring your gear when I left the barracks. I believe I got it all. And if you need there’s a bathing room upstairs if you need to wash your face. That’s the same for any of you. We were told you’d be arriving this morning.”
Donovan looks at you all and then cranes his neck trying to see past Uthal, as if he was hiding someone in his shadow. “Where is Sir Richter? Is he not with you?”
Uthal laughs for the first time since he's met the group, a deep weezing sort of sound. "Sir Richter? You mean to tell me that crazy fool is a knight? That explains so much about this city." He finally composes himself and looks back to the young squire. "He's coming I'm sure. He was just creating a distraction."
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“WAS a knight. Though even if the kingdom of Cathaan recognized nobility from other nations, I have my doubts that Richter would want to be associated with such.”
The door on the south wall was open and a man stepped through into the room. An average height human, though rather slender. His skin was dark, nearly black as onyx, though he had a well kept short silver beard. His attire is elegant, but not pompous. A well-dressed man, perhaps of nobility or wealth, but one who knows the value of a gold piece and has seen a hard day’s work. His boots are a fine black leather, as is his belt, but the rest of his clothing appear to be made of a very soft and light fabric, all of a dark green color with a brown trim. A large jewel hung around his neck and a simple gold ring was on his hand.
He had a silver and black cane in one hand though he didn’t use it for support as he walked, and in the other hand, a pipe that every so often he would bring to his mouth to smoke. He smelled of lavender and fine leather, though it was difficult to discern if the smell was him or the contents of the pipe. He came to stand next to Donovan.
“Either way, I believe young Donovan meant it purely as a title of admiration and not one of office. I have no doubt he may be calling each of you ‘Sir’, ‘Lady’ or ‘Lord’ by the day’s end.” The man let out a laugh that could be described as hardy, but of a low volume, as he turned towards Anearis. “Ah, Anearis Anessi of the Kihesh of Sinthaal Forest. It’s good to see you finally returning to work, so to speak,” he said with a wink and another laugh. Just then a bell rang from somewhere beyond the door from which the man first emerged. This caused Donovan’s ears to perk up, “I’ll get it, Archmeister,” and with one quick movement, he was through the door and out of sight.
Anearis knew the moment he recognized the building they were entering that he would be meeting his employer. It was merely a matter of time. He still wasn’t sure if he could trust him, so he decided to play along, while keeping his guard up.
’’Forgive me, sir. My meeting with the royal family had...an unexpected turn of event. I imagine you are already aware of the current situation of the city. Let me assure you, none of this is my doing.’’
Ura steps back, letting the others take the lead. She figures it's good to be close to the shadows, in case that she might need to disappear into them. Apart from that, there are times that it pays off to flap your jaw, and times that it pays off to keep your trap shut and soak in information. Now seems like one of the latter, so she quiets down and studies each of these new individuals intently, trying to determine who they are -- and just who exactly her new companions really are, for that matter.
So... Belts was a knight of wherever he came from, huh? Her level of respect for Richter rises a notch on learning that he's seemingly abandoned whatever claim to nobility or riches he might have has with his previous life before Cathaan; a lot of knights talk big about honor and chivalry, but from her experience meeting them, they're usually no different from any other noble - willing to squash any street dwelling peasant who might ruin their fancy banquets.
"Thank you, Donovan. I wasn't looking forward to going back there."
Ander turns to the newcomer.
"Archmeister? Forgive me, but I'm not familiar with the title."
“Rest assured, Anearis Anessi, I’m fully aware that you played no active role. I apologize for I feel responsible for having allowed you to run head first into such a predicament. But when all is said and done, I feel I have an excuse for not seeing it coming.” This time it was apparent from the man’s face that he wanted to laugh again, but instead settled for allowing a wide smile to spread across his face. “Some mutual friends that you all appear to have with me, already informed me of the situation, and even brought me a new scribe, in light of my previous apprentice having been...a bit dodgy.”
He then turned, in Ander’s direction as he heard him address him as well. “A title I also wish I was unfamiliar with. It’s a politically ‘assigned’ title bestowed on me purely for commercial influence and success in trade. It does carry with it some weight, in very specific circles, but ultimately, it does little more than require me to accept invitations to formal events so that other political figures may attempt to request favors.”
Donovan’s head poked in through the door. “Um...Archmeister, the Right Hand is here.” The Archmeister sighed, “Have they nothing better to do than to bother an old man?” “Well, it’s not just the guards. It’s THE Right Hand.” At this, for the first time since he entered the room, the joy and general good nature left his face, and it was replaced with a solemn expression instead. “She says she has questions about individuals that were just seen entering the shop.”
”Donovan, have them go upstairs.” The old man quickly muttered and pushed past the boy, into the room beyond. Donovan stood at the door, ensuring it closed and then turned to you all. “I..I will show you all upstairs.” Donovan didn’t have much confidence in his voice but walked towards the stairs and proceeded to walk up.
Uthal looks over at what he still thinks is a disguised Atal as they head upstairs. "We really aren't good at getting around this city unrecognised. Even with your prissy new look."
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As the others were making there way to the next floor, Anearis subtly moved closer to the closed door in an attempt to eavesdrop on the conversation between Sol and the Right Hand. He wanted answers, but he also wanted to make sure his employer wasn’t in danger.
Perception: 19
Stealth: 20