This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Dustyn stands overly close to the Professor.
”And is that all you know? You may be smart, but that doesn’t make you a good liar. I’m afraid of what might happen to you should we have to draw more attention to you and your... other laboratory.”
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Quiem, seeing the tension rising and largely ignoring it when he sees that the others have it under control, goes to examine the claw marks on the window. Any chance he recognizes them? Investigation: 9 (ouch, not with that roll)
Dr. Quiem, you are able to tell, indisputably, that they are claw marks.
Rufus Entwhistle instinctively backs away from you Dustyn, and you see him grow pale. "No, you musn't the research at the Timuafa is at a vital point and the Marquis will..." He stops and sighs heavily, backing away from the group towards the window. "Listen, the work I am doing for the Marquis at the Timuafa Research Station is the most important thing in the Clovis Concord right now. If I give you the barest hint of what I was working on, will you leave me be? I don't see how any of this relates to your missing dwarf. He wouldn't have known anything worth kidnapping for. I would be the natural target of a kidnapping, not Wally. He was nothing but a glorified body guard." As he speaks, the arrogance comes back into his voice, and his claim to be the better target of a kidnapping actually sounds more like a boast.
He mops his brow with a handkerchief, and speaks directly to Donaar. "I'll speak to you as you at least have some background in what I've lectured on in terms of studying meteorological possibilities. You are familiar with Dunamancy, the school of magic born out of the Kryn Dynasty? They suppose that there are infinite possibilities, each with their own reality, that are borne out of the choices that we do NOT make. What my work presupposes is, what if the environment can be affected in the same way -- that there exist an infinite number of meteorological possibilities that we can tap into, with the right tools."
Looking at your faces, and perhaps with a little disappointment that you do not see the idea as the genius he believes it to be, ENtwhistle continues, warming to his subject. "We are in the midst of an unprecedented heat wave. But what if, if another world, Port Zoon is currently receiving a rain shower? I believe we can pull that reality into our own. We could speed trade, crush the Revelry, the possibilities are infinite."
(about what size humanoid of a footprint on the papers?)
Wilkas begins to chuckle a bit. “What a beautifully convoluted answer lacking any practicality or foresight what so ever. Even after through a brief skim through your notes looking for actual data and information you’ve failed to miss the glaring hole in your theory Mr. Enwhistle. You say nothing is missing from your desk, other than credible evidence of your elementary weather manipulation system. I don’t have the evidence to prove otherwise. Either you’re covering it up or ignorant to another truth.... either way my time is more valuable than this.” Wilkas takes another walk around the room scanning for anything like missing. Clean spots on counter tops where dust has settle but something has been taken or a spot on a bookshelf where it seems more open than it should. Looking to Dustyn with a small smile. “To the sewers?”
(Just trying time goad the professor into any last detail and one last look for anything missing since I can’t prove anything in the desk is missing)
Quiem is going to speak up from his window post when he notices that Wilkas is seemingly wrapping things up, "One last thing sir, these claw marks are bizarre, to say the least. An accident, perhaps? I understand the type... Although, as our friend Dustyn has so eloquently pointed out, there just so happens to be a sewer beneath this window. Perhaps that would be the best course of action, Wilkas, unless you have any more information, Professor." Dr. Quiem's tone is not entirely friendly, and he is still miffed at not being recognized.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
I do both party and individual character commissions. PM me for info.
Corti- Warforged bard of lore (Union!); Jean CamGaret - Half-elven draconic sorcerer (Acjots' Rise of Tiamat); Chretien deMarie - High-elven Cleric of Lliira (Owlbear's Phandalin Adventures)
Entwhistle chuckles dismissively. "Don't try and match me for meteorological knowledge. You're talking to Exandria's foremost authority on weather. In this battle of wits, four-eyes, you are sadly ill-matched." He pauses and looks at each of you, much more suspicious now. "I think it would be best if you leave to go mess about in those sewers of yours. Seems like where you all belong. And don't think I shan't tell the Marquis about your little attempt to draw information from me."
WIlkas, with your perception roll, as you walk along the desk, you are able to see impressions of lines on some of the paperwork, as though someone had made tracings or impressions of Entwhistle's notes. Also, something a little strange about the footprints -- most of the footprints look tiny and animal, but there is a half-footprint of a larger humanoid, probably of Medium or Large size, at the edge of the paper.
Dustyn -- your sense of Entwhistle is that he seems to generally not have thought about Glassanvil much at all, beyond the way that most upper-class people think about those they consider their servants. In terms of how truthful Entwhistle is with you, you get the sense that he is keeping some things back about his research and work at the Timuafa Research Station, but what he told you is probably true -- he's too proud to be lying.
Dr. Quiem, as you finally speak to the meteorology professor, you see a spark of recognition in his eyes. "Abbas? Gods, I should have known you were at the root of this. Don't think I won't report this to the Dean. Maybe finally the old boy will get the stones to finally get rid of you after this latest outrage."
“You will say nothing of the sort about anyone. If Glassanvil obtained secrets from the lab, it looks like he got them from you. If your employer discovered that, you’ll be lucky to be breathing, much less still working at the lab. So mind your tongue, you sniveling little turd.”
intimidation 7
(he said, with a stutter and a crack in his voice)
Entwhistle looks distinctly unimpressed. "I eat lunch with the Marquis daily, you smell like a moldy bilge. We'll see whom he believes. Now, do get out before I call the Zhelezo."
Quiem rolls his eyes and raises his hands in mock surrender, "I am behind nothing, Rufus, I'm merely helping a client. Besides," He levels his hands at Entwhistle and wiggles his fingers, miming magic, "the Dean's too scared to do anything to me, especially after last time." At this, Quiem turns to face his companions, "This man is too much of a stubborn coot to be of much use to us, shall we move on? We can always come back later," As he finishes he flashes a lopsided sneer at Entwhistle.
Rollback Post to RevisionRollBack
I do both party and individual character commissions. PM me for info.
Corti- Warforged bard of lore (Union!); Jean CamGaret - Half-elven draconic sorcerer (Acjots' Rise of Tiamat); Chretien deMarie - High-elven Cleric of Lliira (Owlbear's Phandalin Adventures)
While it was unfortunate that the conversation had turned sour, Donaar could understand both sides. The professor didn't want to divulge too much information because he was supposed to be discreet about it, but the group needed information to find Wally. They were bound to butt heads sooner or later, although Donaar had been taken aback by Rufus' arrogance, a trait he hadn't seen in him before.
"I understand that you are displeased with this whole situation professor but please believe me when I tell you that we, just like you, are simply trying to help here. As such we will not take any more of your time and thank you for the information you were willing to give us.
Once this is all over I hope you can tell me more about this experiment. I have been dabbling in Dunamancy myself and thinking about the theoretical meterolgical application of it sounds quite interesting indeed."
Once everything is said and done, Donaar will join the others on their way to the sewers.
Entwhistle shakes with frustration as he watches you leave. "Just you wait until I'm Dean, Quiem. You don't scare me." He does give you a slight nod as you speak to him Donaar.
"I appreciate your words, student. You will go far."He watches the retreating figures of Quiem, Dustyn, and Wilkas. "If you choose better company to associate yourself with. Things are going to change soon at the Academy, believe me."
As you reassemble in front of the grate you feel the immense heat and an overpowering knock-you-off-your feet stench emanating from the sewer. Given the already unpleasant smell the heat has created on the streets of Port Zoon this summer, you can only imagine how bad it is underground. The area is quiet at the moment, but the Academy's lunch break is coming soon and the streets around the Academy will be crowded with hungry scholars soon.
(Someone can make a STR check to try and pry the grate off.)
Dustyn very easily wrenches the grate off of the sewer and the five of you descend down into the sewer system below the Hammer Sphere in Port Zoon. As you drop down, you are immediately faced with a choice -- the tunnel stretches in two different directions -- to your right, the sewer seems to lead towards some sort of processing or treatment plant. Anyone who has lived in Port Zoon for any length of time (probably everyone but Michael and maybe Dustyn) would have heard of this treatment plant. Invented by Almads Haddou, the Marquis himself, it is a complicated system that both desalinates the water from the Lucidian Ocean for use throughout Port Zoon as well as treats and cleans the city's wastewater. It is considered one of the marvels of the Menagerie Coast and is a required field trip for Academy students.
Down the other path to your left, is a much lesser used tunnel that seems to lead towards the Harbor District, which is where the sewer system meets the Ocean.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
“Let me see if I can help, I saw some other footprints in the papers. Mostly animal like, but there was one larger one of a most probably medium to large size humanoid.”
Dustyn stands overly close to the Professor.
”And is that all you know? You may be smart, but that doesn’t make you a good liar. I’m afraid of what might happen to you should we have to draw more attention to you and your... other laboratory.”
intimidiation? 24
Paladin - warforged - orange
Michael continues his position near the door, hand on his crossbow.
Quiem, seeing the tension rising and largely ignoring it when he sees that the others have it under control, goes to examine the claw marks on the window. Any chance he recognizes them? Investigation: 9 (ouch, not with that roll)
I do both party and individual character commissions. PM me for info.
Corti- Warforged bard of lore (Union!); Jean CamGaret - Half-elven draconic sorcerer (Acjots' Rise of Tiamat); Chretien deMarie - High-elven Cleric of Lliira (Owlbear's Phandalin Adventures)
Dr. Quiem, you are able to tell, indisputably, that they are claw marks.
Rufus Entwhistle instinctively backs away from you Dustyn, and you see him grow pale. "No, you musn't the research at the Timuafa is at a vital point and the Marquis will..." He stops and sighs heavily, backing away from the group towards the window. "Listen, the work I am doing for the Marquis at the Timuafa Research Station is the most important thing in the Clovis Concord right now. If I give you the barest hint of what I was working on, will you leave me be? I don't see how any of this relates to your missing dwarf. He wouldn't have known anything worth kidnapping for. I would be the natural target of a kidnapping, not Wally. He was nothing but a glorified body guard." As he speaks, the arrogance comes back into his voice, and his claim to be the better target of a kidnapping actually sounds more like a boast.
He mops his brow with a handkerchief, and speaks directly to Donaar. "I'll speak to you as you at least have some background in what I've lectured on in terms of studying meteorological possibilities. You are familiar with Dunamancy, the school of magic born out of the Kryn Dynasty? They suppose that there are infinite possibilities, each with their own reality, that are borne out of the choices that we do NOT make. What my work presupposes is, what if the environment can be affected in the same way -- that there exist an infinite number of meteorological possibilities that we can tap into, with the right tools."
Looking at your faces, and perhaps with a little disappointment that you do not see the idea as the genius he believes it to be, ENtwhistle continues, warming to his subject. "We are in the midst of an unprecedented heat wave. But what if, if another world, Port Zoon is currently receiving a rain shower? I believe we can pull that reality into our own. We could speed trade, crush the Revelry, the possibilities are infinite."
(about what size humanoid of a footprint on the papers?)
Wilkas begins to chuckle a bit. “What a beautifully convoluted answer lacking any practicality or foresight what so ever. Even after through a brief skim through your notes looking for actual data and information you’ve failed to miss the glaring hole in your theory Mr. Enwhistle. You say nothing is missing from your desk, other than credible evidence of your elementary weather manipulation system. I don’t have the evidence to prove otherwise. Either you’re covering it up or ignorant to another truth.... either way my time is more valuable than this.” Wilkas takes another walk around the room scanning for anything like missing. Clean spots on counter tops where dust has settle but something has been taken or a spot on a bookshelf where it seems more open than it should.
Looking to Dustyn with a small smile. “To the sewers?”
(Just trying time goad the professor into any last detail and one last look for anything missing since I can’t prove anything in the desk is missing)
Deception: 7
perception: 24
Wilkas will move towards the window.
Quiem is going to speak up from his window post when he notices that Wilkas is seemingly wrapping things up, "One last thing sir, these claw marks are bizarre, to say the least. An accident, perhaps? I understand the type... Although, as our friend Dustyn has so eloquently pointed out, there just so happens to be a sewer beneath this window. Perhaps that would be the best course of action, Wilkas, unless you have any more information, Professor." Dr. Quiem's tone is not entirely friendly, and he is still miffed at not being recognized.
I do both party and individual character commissions. PM me for info.
Corti- Warforged bard of lore (Union!); Jean CamGaret - Half-elven draconic sorcerer (Acjots' Rise of Tiamat); Chretien deMarie - High-elven Cleric of Lliira (Owlbear's Phandalin Adventures)
Dustyn
I’d like to make an insight check to see if he’s avoiding the topic of what happened here in his office, and how he feels about Glassanvil
insight 13
Paladin - warforged - orange
Entwhistle chuckles dismissively. "Don't try and match me for meteorological knowledge. You're talking to Exandria's foremost authority on weather. In this battle of wits, four-eyes, you are sadly ill-matched." He pauses and looks at each of you, much more suspicious now. "I think it would be best if you leave to go mess about in those sewers of yours. Seems like where you all belong. And don't think I shan't tell the Marquis about your little attempt to draw information from me."
WIlkas, with your perception roll, as you walk along the desk, you are able to see impressions of lines on some of the paperwork, as though someone had made tracings or impressions of Entwhistle's notes. Also, something a little strange about the footprints -- most of the footprints look tiny and animal, but there is a half-footprint of a larger humanoid, probably of Medium or Large size, at the edge of the paper.
Dustyn -- your sense of Entwhistle is that he seems to generally not have thought about Glassanvil much at all, beyond the way that most upper-class people think about those they consider their servants. In terms of how truthful Entwhistle is with you, you get the sense that he is keeping some things back about his research and work at the Timuafa Research Station, but what he told you is probably true -- he's too proud to be lying.
Dr. Quiem, as you finally speak to the meteorology professor, you see a spark of recognition in his eyes. "Abbas? Gods, I should have known you were at the root of this. Don't think I won't report this to the Dean. Maybe finally the old boy will get the stones to finally get rid of you after this latest outrage."
Dustyn
“You will say nothing of the sort about anyone. If Glassanvil obtained secrets from the lab, it looks like he got them from you. If your employer discovered that, you’ll be lucky to be breathing, much less still working at the lab. So mind your tongue, you sniveling little turd.”
intimidation 7
(he said, with a stutter and a crack in his voice)
Paladin - warforged - orange
Entwhistle looks distinctly unimpressed. "I eat lunch with the Marquis daily, you smell like a moldy bilge. We'll see whom he believes. Now, do get out before I call the Zhelezo."
Wilkas hops out the window to look how to enter the sewer as he does he chimes back with “Only a child resorts to name calling.”
Quiem rolls his eyes and raises his hands in mock surrender, "I am behind nothing, Rufus, I'm merely helping a client. Besides," He levels his hands at Entwhistle and wiggles his fingers, miming magic, "the Dean's too scared to do anything to me, especially after last time." At this, Quiem turns to face his companions, "This man is too much of a stubborn coot to be of much use to us, shall we move on? We can always come back later," As he finishes he flashes a lopsided sneer at Entwhistle.
I do both party and individual character commissions. PM me for info.
Corti- Warforged bard of lore (Union!); Jean CamGaret - Half-elven draconic sorcerer (Acjots' Rise of Tiamat); Chretien deMarie - High-elven Cleric of Lliira (Owlbear's Phandalin Adventures)
Dustyn will make his way to the sewer.
Paladin - warforged - orange
While it was unfortunate that the conversation had turned sour, Donaar could understand both sides. The professor didn't want to divulge too much information because he was supposed to be discreet about it, but the group needed information to find Wally. They were bound to butt heads sooner or later, although Donaar had been taken aback by Rufus' arrogance, a trait he hadn't seen in him before.
"I understand that you are displeased with this whole situation professor but please believe me when I tell you that we, just like you, are simply trying to help here. As such we will not take any more of your time and thank you for the information you were willing to give us.
Once this is all over I hope you can tell me more about this experiment. I have been dabbling in Dunamancy myself and thinking about the theoretical meterolgical application of it sounds quite interesting indeed."
Once everything is said and done, Donaar will join the others on their way to the sewers.
Donaar Daardendrian - Draconblood Wizard 1 (Our Revels Now Are Ended)
Michael gives the instructor a nod as he follows the others.
Entwhistle shakes with frustration as he watches you leave. "Just you wait until I'm Dean, Quiem. You don't scare me." He does give you a slight nod as you speak to him Donaar.
"I appreciate your words, student. You will go far." He watches the retreating figures of Quiem, Dustyn, and Wilkas. "If you choose better company to associate yourself with. Things are going to change soon at the Academy, believe me."
As you reassemble in front of the grate you feel the immense heat and an overpowering knock-you-off-your feet stench emanating from the sewer. Given the already unpleasant smell the heat has created on the streets of Port Zoon this summer, you can only imagine how bad it is underground. The area is quiet at the moment, but the Academy's lunch break is coming soon and the streets around the Academy will be crowded with hungry scholars soon.
(Someone can make a STR check to try and pry the grate off.)
Dustyn
strength 23
Paladin - warforged - orange
Dustyn very easily wrenches the grate off of the sewer and the five of you descend down into the sewer system below the Hammer Sphere in Port Zoon. As you drop down, you are immediately faced with a choice -- the tunnel stretches in two different directions -- to your right, the sewer seems to lead towards some sort of processing or treatment plant. Anyone who has lived in Port Zoon for any length of time (probably everyone but Michael and maybe Dustyn) would have heard of this treatment plant. Invented by Almads Haddou, the Marquis himself, it is a complicated system that both desalinates the water from the Lucidian Ocean for use throughout Port Zoon as well as treats and cleans the city's wastewater. It is considered one of the marvels of the Menagerie Coast and is a required field trip for Academy students.
Down the other path to your left, is a much lesser used tunnel that seems to lead towards the Harbor District, which is where the sewer system meets the Ocean.
"Any sign of those tracks from before?" Michael asks, looking around to see if he can spot any tracks or trails to follow.
guidance
Survival: 5 guidance: 3
“Let me see if I can help, I saw some other footprints in the papers. Mostly animal like, but there was one larger one of a most probably medium to large size humanoid.”
Perception: 18