Drew Wednesday October 2nd, 2002 8:58:50 AM
Drew continues to wait.
Turin Wednesday October 2nd, 2002 3:48:53 PM
Turin watches the little girl's reunion, and frowns slightly.
Jezebella Wednesday October 2nd, 2002 6:33:00 PM
The gypsy girl purses her lips, thinking.
"I wonder if they were heading to trash level. You certainly have to stay on your toes there... perhaps that's the excitement they were referring to. Although where to look there, I couldn't say."
Syr Thursday October 3rd, 2002 2:52:00 AM
Syr looks at Jez and shrugs, "Well, the excitement at the docks was all generated by our half-orc partner. The trash level is as good a place to try as any. From what I was told, they seem the type to hang out there."
Syr looks at the mother and child briefly and then leads on towards the trash level, not grasping what the excitement was about.
Gordo Thursday October 3rd, 2002 7:47:30 AM
"Trash level it is!" smiles Gordo, falling in behind Syr. He watches the hustle and bustle of the city, with all its myriad triumphs and tragedies, dramas and mysteries, with an air of wonder. It feels good to be back.
Drew Thursday October 3rd, 2002 10:38:03 AM
Drew stands ready for anything!
Tionel Thursday October 3rd, 2002 8:04:52 PM
The elf glances to see what everyone else is looking at in the audience. A noisy kid and his mom...Tionel suddenly is reminded him of himself... He joins the others as they walk along. "Sounds like a good destination. Too bad there aren't any circuses or obvious places to find youths at."
DM Kim Thursday October 3rd, 2002 8:20:08 PM
Sorry gang - 30 seconds I have. Will post quite late tonight. -Kim
DM Kim Monday October 7th, 2002 6:17:09 AM
Gordo recalls various nooks and crannies in and around Mama Flaust's place where the errant orphan might hide out - but it was almost always the orphans he found in those places, and not children from the rest of the city. [Finally got to that Int check.] So he concludes that, though such knowledge likely would have been helpful were it an orphan he sought, such is not now the case.
As the group picks up on Jezebella's suggestion, they find their way to the Trash level - the lowest of the six strata of The Float.
In this torch-lit area - the city's basement - the air is close, with malodorous whiffs of various flavors available throughout the area.
Walking along Beggars Alley, some sit, hands held out in meek request for some paltry sum, anything to help them out. A copper, or a piece of copper. Others are vocal. "Spare a coin? Maybe a silver? You can spare a silver, guvner? Help me take care of me poor child - has the consumption, she does. Just a little for her medicine. Surely you'd want to help a little girl?"
Up ahead, just around the corner, a woman's scream is heard. By the time she is in sight, she sits on the ground, holding her gnarled hand curled against her flat chest, rubbing the bleeding knuckles lightly, sobbing. A burly man spits on the ground next to her, and pushes his way through the adjacent door, which shuts behind him. She pays the passing group no mind, lost in her pain.
A snot-nosed child - boy or girl? - maybe four years old, sits next to an elderly woman who sleeps. The grime-covered child stares blankly ahead.
A pair of young ruffians take turns tossing white cubes against a wall. One fellow shows no emotion on his face as he does this. The other is more animated, showing pleased, or dismayed reactions at each toss of the dice. Six or seven people watch with interest. Whispered exchanges take place among them.
Drew Monday October 7th, 2002 10:02:08 AM
Drew looks around and shudders. He is almost shaking, then looking around at his family he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath... "Ahhh home sweet home." Pointing down the street he looks to Jez. "There it is... where you all met me. Where you were going to have to kill me. What a life time later."
Gordo d20+3=12 Monday October 7th, 2002 11:57:09 AM
Though he knows that many of the day to day troubles in the undercity that is the Trash level are impossible to resolve, Gordo cannot simply stand by as he sees the misery and poverty around him. He is compelled to do something, anything, to try and add just a little joy and goodwill into this well of despair, though it may be as trying to douse an inferno with tears.
He remembers the the saying his mother, Olive, told him so often as a child; "Every little bit of good that I may do, let me do it now, for I may not pass this way again." and he knows he cannot simply stand idly by, even if ultimately he is fated to fail. Better to try and fail than live with the knowledge that he saw such misery, and did nothing.
He gives out several silver coins the beggars who approach him, and at the scream rushes to the fallen woman's side, offering to help her to her feet.
"You're hurt 'mam; here, let me see if I can help you." His open, honest face and simple manner display no duplicity, simply genuine concern at her plight. If the woman is willing he cleans and bandages her wounded hand (Heal 12). As he works he says "I am sorry for your pain, lady, I wish there was something I could do to take it away entirely."
Fishing in his bag he pulls out the remnants of his last meal, a half loaf of bread. Walking over to the filthy young urchin he kneels, places the crust in his (her?) hands, and gently ruffles the child's hair. "here you go, little one" he whispers, "It is not much, but I think you need this more than me."
CDM Jerry Monday October 7th, 2002 3:58:02 PM
Kim has emailed me and asked me to take the game for a few days. I've replied and I promise that we're going to work on the posting here.
I guarantee that either Kim or I will post daily. Kim will also let you know the approximate DAILY TIME that he'll post each day. When I sub for Kim, I'll post between 5 and 7 PM Woldian Time (Which is Central Time).
Kim will notify me any day he can't post so that I can do so. He's very busy right now and doing the best he can. He's an adult so he will meet his responsibility and jot me a quick email if he needs me.
In return, from this day forward, until this game is deemed "healthy" by me again, I'll be checking roll. Not to do the "gotcha" thing, but to help us all get in the habit again. Our fun in this game is dependant on everyone, players and DMs, posting daily. We have made a committment to this game and we will all work to honor it or move on so that others who will be able to meet our mutual committment can take our place.
Email Kim (and I please for now) if you can't post for a few days. We'll get a sub for periods of less than 2 weeks and retire the character temporarily if longer.
All players are expected to post daily. I define daily as 4 times out of 5 in the week, with 5 out of 5 being the norm. Anyone not able to post at that rate should email me and go inactive until you can post daily. Our DMs are required to post daily. Period. Or get someone to post for them.
Speaking of that, we need a volunteer to be the Asst. DM for this game. Someone that can post for Kim occasionally when needed once the game is deemed healthy again by me. We really need someone to step up here an help. Preferrably a non DM type person. This person doesn't have to be an expert at DMing. Just someone willling to give something back to the game and do their best.
I will post tonight a bit late....after 9PM since Kim posted this morning. This will keep it from being over 24 hours from when Kim posted last to when I take over. Hopefully this lets every one get in a post before then. Starting tomorrow, my normal posting time is as stated above.
I'll delete this post after everyone has posted once and seen it. I am at school and would appreciate it if one of you would copy and paste this into an email to send to all the Game 8 players for me. I want this game taking off again immediately.
We haven't been awful, but we need to get much better! I'll be helping with that. Not slamming folk. :)
Enjoy your day and get ready to rock tonight!
Turin Monday October 7th, 2002 6:21:03 PM
Turin notes everyone around him, but does his best to harden his heart. He can try to help them later.
Futility by Torchlight [DM Jerry] Monday October 7th, 2002 11:09:06 PM
Those Gordo helps thank him. The lady with a crooked teeth smile and the kids with voracious eating and nodding.
It feels awkward, even after all your years on and around Fence Level to travel around by torchlight in the middle of the day.
The search which lasts for several hours is fruitless. Eventually empty stomachs and tired feet make you realize that it's long past suppertime.
The guards change and the nightguards seems more sinister and fewer in numbers.
Drew's stomach grumbles loudly.
A ::yawn:: escapes the mouth of another.
How late is it?
Syr Tuesday October 8th, 2002 4:05:51 AM
Covering his gaping mouth, "It's way too late." With a sigh he tells the others, "It's time to face the music, let's get back to the orphanage and tell Mother what happened."
With a sad shake of his head he mutters to Jezebella, "We have to find some way to earn some gold to replace the fortune that is lost."
As he turns to leave, he pauses as the big man attends to the fallen lady. He gazes with fondness on Gordo and wonders how something so awful could occur to a man with such a huge heart.
Jezebella Tuesday October 8th, 2002 8:30:41 AM
Jezebella sighs. "I'm sorry Gordo. I should have stopped the kids when I noticed them picking. I didn't know anyone would lose a fortune." She sighs again, turning with her friends to return to the orphanage.
Drew Tuesday October 8th, 2002 9:23:22 AM
"Have heart. We have others looking for what was taken, perhaps it will all work out. However perhaps now we can get home and have a bite to eat and some sleep."
Turin Tuesday October 8th, 2002 9:51:22 AM
Turin sighs. They're not likely to find them again on their own, now. He agrees that they should return.
Tionel Tuesday October 8th, 2002 11:21:18 AM
After the search among the youths of the area for the two he saw turns fruitless, the young elf entertainer sighs. "It appears that we are unlucky in our venture. Perhaps we should recuperate at the inn?" He points to the inn at the end of the alley. "Besides, there might be information in there...though, I'd suggest being subtle about it..."
Gordo Tuesday October 8th, 2002 2:54:51 PM
"Well, I'd like get back to see Mama Flaust, if that's OK with the rest of you. At least I can give her the one gem I do have left, and let her know we're hunting for the rest. Ah, what a shame. Still, It'll all work out for the best, you'll see! Things usually do, if you let them."
He grins at his new companions in the flickering torchlight.
Pony Tail [DM Jerry] Tuesday October 8th, 2002 11:11:37 PM
(went with the majority)
The tired adventurers head home after a weary day of fruitless searching. Still, the race between Drew and the sailor was exciting! Plus Gordo returned and joined the kids as an equal! And Tional joined the crew!
Quite a day.
As you rise to your level of the city, you notice that the sun has already set. Approaching your apartment, you see a dark, pony-tailed man heading upstairs to the apartment above yours. Must be that new boy. He has two smaller kids with him. Younger. Wearing hoods.
One takes his hood back. Red hair.
[Spot check of 12 to realize that they are the same 2 boys as were on the docks.]
They disappear inside.
Dark up there. Very dark.
[OOC: Have sent emails to Ubaerul and [Ryan]. DM Kim will return on Friday.]
Ubaerul's Psicrystal [DM Jerry] Wednesday October 9th, 2002 1:46:03 AM
A floating crystal comes up and circles around the party quickly a couple of times.
It then settles in front of Jezebella and touches her forehead.
"Jez! Ubaerul here. I have found a psionicist master here at the docks. He has offered me a chance to travel with him to Plateau City and study at a school there. I've decided to go. Tell Flaust for me and give my thanks. Tell the gang goodbye for me. I feel like this is my shot to make it so I'm taking it. Good luck!"
The psicrystal then flies off again. Amazing!
Syr Wednesday October 9th, 2002 4:53:57 AM
Syr brightens slightly when their new home comes into sight. He nods to the neighbors as they go up the stairs. Not witnessing the earlier thefts, the elf yawns and moves into their house.
Drew d20=17 Wednesday October 9th, 2002 10:39:11 AM
Drew never saw the two boys before but he doesn't like the way they slunk about before going inside... luckily his eyes peer through the dark and he fears it not. Then all thoughts of that leave his head when the crystal comes and goes. As Drew begins to go inside he mumbles, "The wonders of the wold, may they never cease to amaze me."
Turin d20+4=22 Wednesday October 9th, 2002 5:40:22 PM
Turin, noticing the two boys, sees something suspicious about them, and frowns.
Gordo d20+3=14 Wednesday October 9th, 2002 6:00:25 PM
"My, you've got yourselves your own apartment?" Gordo enthuses, as they approach the building. "Listen, you settle in, I'll pop over to say hello to Mama Flaust, and then I'll be back..."
He tails off as he spots the ponytailed man on the stairs. Something inside his head seems to want to tell him something...
"... I'll be back later on..." he stops again as he spots the two lads from the docks heading into the upstairs apartment. His jaw drops and he points up at the doorway where they vanished, only barely managing to keep from shouting out.
"Did you see who that was?" he gasps, still pointing. "Those two boys, and I'm sure the taller one was the fellow from the docks as well! I think we'd best have a word!"
His mouth a grim line, the big man marches towards the stairs, chest out and shoulders wide. He doesn't seem particularly angry, rather calm, in a way that suggests the prospect of a storm.
Urgent Voices [DM Jerry] Wednesday October 9th, 2002 7:41:31 PM
As Gordo approaches the stairs, the last boy enters the apartment and turns to close the door.
His eyes go wide with fear and recognition when he sees Gordo's face.
The door slams.
A light turns on.
Urgent voices are heard.
The light turns off.
Jezebella d20+5=23 Wednesday October 9th, 2002 8:07:39 PM
Jezebella nods. "Yes, Gordo, I saw them too! I think that man with the ponytail lives above us. He introduced himself yesterday." She trails behind the larger man as he moves to the doorway. She palms one of her daggers, in case things get ugly.
Tionel d20+5=16 Wednesday October 9th, 2002 8:59:01 PM
Tionel brightens as the two kids go racing up. Then, as Gordo moves forward, he pipes up, "Yep, that's them all right...don't let them get away!"
Syr d20+4=19 Thursday October 10th, 2002 3:51:18 AM
The elf touches his own black ponytail when Gordo identifies the duo. Without a second thought he races up the stairs (Burst +10 movement). Upon arriving on the landing he either opens the door braced for action or slams a shoulder against it in an effort to force it open (str check 19).
Gordo d20+3=21 Thursday October 10th, 2002 7:43:56 AM
Overtaken by Syr, the big man stomps up the stairs behind him, saying "If anyone has a light, now'd be a good time to use it."
If required, he will assist Syr in barging open the door (Aid Another, +2 to Syr's Str check)
Drew d20+8=27 Thursday October 10th, 2002 12:24:02 PM
Drew, hearing that the boys are right up stairs, steps back out side, and then, seeing Syr sprint up the stairs, follows (move 40). A deep growl is heard from his throat and his shoulder slams into the door at the precise moment as his brother (Aid another +2). He comes through the door growling and looking as if he could rip the throat from a beast with his bare teeth. (Intimidate 27) Locking eyes with whomever is in the room, being able to see in the dark, he growls, "No one moves, and no one dies."
Turin Thursday October 10th, 2002 5:36:43 PM
Turin follows Drew, and gets ready to do something if Drew's frightening visage isn't enough.
No One Moves! [DM Jerry] Thursday October 10th, 2002 11:06:13 PM
The door slams open, comes off the hinges along with part of the wall and flies across the room.
Syr , Drew, and Gordo, go crashing inside. (Dex checks of 8 to remain standing.)
Drew makes his threat known...to an empty room.
As Syr touches his own pony tail, he spots on the floor, perhaps dropped in a hasty exit, a brown wig with a brown pony tail.
The room is filled with satin pillows in bright colors. Linens hang from the ceiling around the walls and to create 3 living areas inside the one. (think arabian) Rugs adorn the floor under the stacks of pillows.
This level of luxury does not fit the squalor of the building's condition.
There is a night stand in the rear portion of the room. Two windows and one door in the rear of the apartment remain open. A colorful painting adorns the wall itself on the left side of the apartment. It is of a beautiful girl with dark eyes...
...with an extra eye is opening on her forehead.
Eerie.
Drew Friday October 11th, 2002 10:59:41 AM
Seeing that the room is empty he sprints across through the open back door and looks around. Should he see them he will yell and give chase at top speed.
Tionel Friday October 11th, 2002 4:32:13 PM
Tionel, not as fast as the others with dash or whatnot, and in the back to boot, looks over shoulders and around the doorway. "Drat! They've gone! They could only have gone through that door..." As he looks, he notices the eerie painting. "What's that...?"
Turin Friday October 11th, 2002 5:02:33 PM
Turin, right behind the others, ducks back as soon as he sees the third eye. Whatever it does, he doesn't want to see immediately.
Pay no Mind (DM Kim) 6d20(19+20+3+4+4+9)=59 Saturday October 12th, 2002 1:24:49 AM
Syr realizes that he felt a sharp momentary pressure in his head as he ascended the stairs. It subsides as he reaches the top.
In addition to the items mentioned is a desk next the front window - through which some party members have seen their upstairs neighbor from time to time. Jezebella happened to notice what looks like a scroll resting on the desk.
Turin sees some sort of symbol on the opposite wall, although the light is rather too dim to fully discern it.
As he moves to examine the painting, Tionel bumps his foot against a loosely laced medium-sized boy's shoe almost touching the wall.
The woman in the picture has black hair, light brown skin, and lips which look naturally dark. The extra eye is very well painted, and looks almost real - the lid about a third of the way down the eye. Her other two eyes are opened wider, as though taking a deep interest in the person she looks at. All three eyes are a deep brown, with large pupils. Unusual, though strangely attractive, Tionel sees that, in addition to the luxuriant hair on her head, short wisps of hair grow below and parallel to her main hairline.
Drew & Gordo look out into a back alley. A pair of guards pass by the bottom of the steep stairs below, and one looks up in Drew's direction. He pivots and pulls his spear against his chest. He squints his eyes, as though trying to discern what he sees, and taps the calf of his companion with the butt of his spear in order to get his attention. "All well up there?" the man asks, his tone of voice demanding an answer.
Syr happens to pick up the brown wig, and notes it is warm. He finds a lighter-colored hair stuck underneath the mesh bottom. It is rather dark in the upper room.
Gordo d20+4=17 Saturday October 12th, 2002 12:26:28 PM
Those guards obviously didn't see anyone running away, or they'd have chased after them, Gordo thinks to himself. Leaving the rear doorway, Gordo strides quickly back to the door they broke down, and stands in it, his arms folded across his broad hairy chest. His massive frame blocks the doorway completely. He speaks to the empty air, playing a hunch.
"All right, you can show yourselves now. I know you're still here. Those gems you stole from me this morning were intended for the orphans across the road at Mama Flaust's. And they need them a whole lot more than you do. Show yourselves right now, return the gems, and we'll say no more about it." (Diplomacy 17)
Tionel Sunday October 13th, 2002 4:46:22 AM
Tionel hums a little tune as he looks over the room. Not stopping his humming, while examining the painting he reaches up and puts his finger towards the third eye...just barely stopping before it. "Amazing detail."
Jezebella Sunday October 13th, 2002 8:41:25 PM
Jezebella keeps her daggers at full readyness now, expecting trouble. She idly unrolls the scroll she noticed as she waits for the other shoe to drop.
Turin d20+4=20 Sunday October 13th, 2002 9:37:42 PM
Turin, turning back, looks closer at the symbol, trying to figure out what it is (Spot 20).
Syr (Carl) Monday October 14th, 2002 6:39:21 AM
Syr moves to the windows, and scans the street below looking for the missing trio. En route he picks up the fallen hairpiece, and examines it closely.
Drew Monday October 14th, 2002 9:17:00 AM
Drew calls to the guards. "Just looking for a couple of thieves. They ran out the back door here."
DM Kim Monday October 14th, 2002 1:01:08 PM
"Ah, yes sir. What did they look like? What did they take?" the spear-wielding guard asks Drew. The other guard looks left, then right.
No one answers Gordo at his diplomatic challenge.
Jezebella can see writing on the scroll. An oil lamp next to it, if it were lit, might shed some light. After a moment to use one of the nearby tindertwigs, she lights the lamp.
Tionel Tuesday October 15th, 2002 12:03:45 AM
Tionel looks around the room, and seeing nobody, he lifts the painting off the wall, looking behind the frame to see if there's some secret or whatnot.
DM Kim d20=19 Tuesday October 15th, 2002 1:41:48 AM
As Tionel moves his finger away from the central eye in the painting, a blue arc shoots forth, zapping his finger in a bite of electricity that shoots up his arm, causing his neck to spasm momentarily. The effect is mainly painful, rather than particularly damaging. The pain subsides within a minute or two.
He is able to lift the painting and see behind it, to no further ill effect. It is held up by a wire which is affixed to the two upper corners, and the wire is wrapped at its center a few times around a solid bolt which protrudes from the wall a wee bit.
Jezebella reads. ====== Master,
My research proceeds apace. Am seeking to acquire additional stones to aid us in our work. Hope to examine the general locale you mentioned in the next day or two.
I trust the polygon will be suitably pleased with our upcoming report. Psychic power beyond reason? Power to bolster reason, and fancy, and insight, and energy... oh, good Master, think of the riches, the possibilities should all be as we speculate - as some with the gift even foretell. Tell the Hazel that she was correct in her one suggestion.
Today I shall ====== And thus the unfinished letter ends.
No more of substance is found - other than, in a wastebasket with ashes and an apple core at the bottom, are three pearls - they look familiar to Gordo.
Gordo Tuesday October 15th, 2002 3:12:43 AM
Gordo picks out the pearls, and stands staring at the words on the wall with a puzzled expression. "Oh dear, this is beginning to look like a mystery" he rumbles. "I'm not much good at mysteries. Who's Hazel? And the polygon? Are they using my gems (and others like them) for some sort of ritual?"
Syr d20+4=20 Tuesday October 15th, 2002 3:15:58 AM
"Obviously the Polygon is some sort of secret agency, and they are using the gems as focusing tools in some sort of psionic experiment" the elf explains. This could be serious; whoever these people are, they are messing with some pretty fundamental powers."
He racks his brain trying to glean any last scrap of information from the words on the wall (Knowledge Psionics 20)
DM Kim Tuesday October 15th, 2002 4:12:20 AM
[Folks, super busy day. Nine hours in class, ten hours interning, intermittent problems posting from computer at work...]
The writing Jezebella read was from the scroll left on the desk. On the back of the scroll is a sketch of intersecting isosceles trapezoids.
Syr noted a rune on the underside of the wig.
The symbol Turin spotted was on the wall of the stairway. It is a complex geometric figure. Calling upon his background in psionics, Syr finds it reminds him of a certain style of psychic tatoo which some psions use to access powers. He does not know the precise purpose of this one, though. Is it a ward? An alarm? A protection? A trigger of sorts?
After a few minutes of additional searching, in one small drawer in the desk a brass-handled signet is found, with dual intersecting isosceles trapezoids. A quarter pound block of red wax sits next it in the drawer, along with a jar of ink, five quills, and a small ball of string. A larger drawer holds forty five sheets of fine quality paper. Near the bottom, a small patch, three inches in diameter, of dried skin, bears a tiny drawing of a bird flying, surrounded by a complex of interwoven knots.
Some of the cushions you might guess to be filled with feathers, and others with a substance that makes a soft crunching sound when moved. The latter can be pushed into positions they hold until moved again. The hanging linens are high quality, indeed.
It is apparent -- the young man and the boys are no longer here. How did they escape?
The guards, based upon whatever Drew may tell them, say they will keep their eyes out.
Feel free to post any additional thoughts or actions regarding the upstairs neighbor's place.
Finally, after discussing things a while, the group resolve to get some sleep. In the morning, Mother Flaust is very pleased to see Gordo again, and asks how the youngsters found him.
I leave it to you to tell her what you will.
Asking around town the next day, not many seem to know about the fellow with the pony tail. Ilthelio has not heard of any gems being fenced matching the descriptions Gordo gave.
Soon will be the coming of the Overlord, to become the Underlord, and Mask Day - less than a week away, now!
The following evening, a knock is heard at the front of the shop/apartment where the party stays. A few of you go to the door. A woman, accompanied by a town guard, stands at the doorway. In the flickering light of a street lamp, her long red hair frames a sorrowful face. "My boys, they are gone now, a day and a half now. My twins. Torl - the young man upstairs - someone told me that Torl took them. Maybe in a boat. Have you seen them? Tell me if you've seen them. Tell me what you know."
It takes a moment to recognize her - but this looks like the woman from the other day whose daughter was returned to her by a town guard.
Drew Tuesday October 15th, 2002 9:48:37 AM
Drew steps forward to the woman. "We have seen the boys in the company of the man upstairs, in fact they are suspected of stealing some gems for him meant for the orphans of Flaust. They were seen in his company last night and they fled with him when we gave chase in askance of the stolen gems. Two guards were behind the building last night and we gave these two men descriptions of your boys and the man who we believe was wearing a wig."
Turin Tuesday October 15th, 2002 4:34:53 PM
Turin doesn't know what to make of the bizarre symbol, and it doesn't seem like it will be a very fruitful search here, so, after a few tries, he suggests they go to sleep.
The mother (DM Kim) Wednesday October 16th, 2002 1:22:49 AM
"Maybe it was not my boys. Mine have red hair, they are slender. Light freckles on the nose." Looking at the woman in the lamplight, the description thus far - plus the similarity in shape of her nose, and their's - it must be her sons with the man. "They are good boys. Energetic. Since Monahres [/mo 'na res/] my husband, disappeared last year, though, things have been different. Difficult. Garil [/ga 'rIl/] became morose, withdrawn. Daro [/'da ro/] tried to cheer him up, but I could see his sorrow, too. Then, a few weeks ago, they seemed to brighten. Said they were helping out someone, and would have a big surprise for me one day. But since yesterday morning, I do not see them. Their sister cried earlier tonight for them. Can you imagine? She cried for them. Oh, if you know someone who can help me find them..."
The guard (DM Kim) Wednesday October 16th, 2002 1:26:48 AM
"Citizens," the tall and lean guard says, "if you know anything else about them, it would be a good idea to tell us now."
Tionel Wednesday October 16th, 2002 3:35:37 AM
"Please, Ma'am, sit..." he helps her to a chair with a comforting hand. "We'll try and find them. I hope that your sons are okay, and pray that no harm has come to them. If we do find them, I assure you, I will bring word of them back to you..." His soft voice is very soothing, and hopefully will calm the woman. "Now, can you tell me anything else? Say, what did your husband look like, in case we find him as well? Do you know any places that they like to go to?"
Jezebella Wednesday October 16th, 2002 8:11:14 AM
The gypsy girl describes the man with the ponytail the best she can to the guard and the woman. "Does this sound familiar?" she asks both of them.
Drew Wednesday October 16th, 2002 12:13:56 PM
Drew looks down and shuffling his feet, he reaches up and scratches his tatoo distractedly. Sighing he mumbles under his breath, "To protect and serve may his lesson be the lesson for all." Looking up there is grim determination in his eyes. To the mother he says softly, "My dear lady if they have been lied to or taken against their will I will find them. I will not speak for my family but I believe they will go with me. However if they have stolen of their own free will they have removed food from the mouths of my helpless brothers and sisters. Should that be the case I will return them to the authorities. Your faith in your boys is what drives me to seek them, your love and faith make me believe they have been misled, however carefully guard your heart. No man may know what another may do." Looking at Jez he finishes. "Someone who is trying to kill you one minute may find that they love you more than they will ever be able to say the next." The half orc blushes deeply and then clears his throat. "There are boys to be found," and then he quickly rushes out side, the red still deeply coloring his face.
Gordo Wednesday October 16th, 2002 12:21:24 PM
A proud grin on his face, Gordo watches Drew leave.
"Lady, Drew can speak for me. We will find your boys, or know the reason why. Fear not, we will find them."
To the guard he explains events since his arrival, as simply and honestly as he is able.
Turin Wednesday October 16th, 2002 6:23:22 PM
Turin, noticing most of the others are giving out the info, thinks a bit. "If Torl took them by boat, someone down at the docks should know. That would be the first place to check around."
The mother (DM Kim) Thursday October 17th, 2002 3:00:43 AM
The woman - you learn her name is Pilar, tells Jezebella that the young man the boys have been with looks as she described.
Concerning her missing husband, she says, "Monahres was - is 5'10", and weighed 180 or so. His hair was brown, his beard red. And a handsome dimple on his chin. He was very strong, and quick. When he wanted to be. When they were younger, he would toss the boys in the air, and catch them, oh so gentle." She gets a faraway look in her eyes as she thinks on her husband.
She listens to Drew and the others. She looks troubled when the stealing is mentioned. "Oh, no, that cannot be. I have taught them not to take others' things. But if what you say is true - oh, what a thrashing they should deserve!" When it is clear the group intends to help, she says, "Oh, thank you, thank you so very much," she says. "May you be blessed by the noble gods for your kindness and bravery." Pilar gives Jezebella a hug.
The guard (DM Kim) Thursday October 17th, 2002 3:07:16 AM
The guard steps out as Drew exits, and takes him by the arm to slow him down. Drew can tell there is great strength there, but the man does not retain his grasp. "Hold, sir. Think, sir - it is the nighttime, and the one moon will drop over the horizon in no time at all, and the other not up this night at all. If it's going on the water you are thinking, best wait until morning. Rise early, and see what you may do. In the meantime, I will see if any more help may be come to light. I will be at the docks before sunrise. If you do not see me, ask for Sgt Canty."
Gordo Thursday October 17th, 2002 4:24:45 AM
"Aye, big fella, the man is right" Gordo says to Drew. "Let's get some rest, have a bit of a think about everything that's happened, and tackle it fresh in the morning."
Drew Thursday October 17th, 2002 9:41:14 AM
Once reaching the outside breathes deeply of the night air. When the guard follows and catces him he seems unconcerned. "I only wished a little air. The room seemed very . . . close for a bit, a little warm suddenly. I am fine now and will go no where before my family decides to acompany me or not." the blush seems to have left his face, or perhaps its simply to dark out here to see it.
Tionel Thursday October 17th, 2002 3:07:41 PM
"Sounds good. I've gotta say, so far it's been fun going around with you guys. This all seems like some big puzzle. I'm still confused by how that painting shocked me! Well, I'll see you in the morn." He tips his hat... "Unless you'd like to join me for some dinner or ale downstairs?"
Turin Thursday October 17th, 2002 4:41:44 PM
Turin, hearing the conversation, nods to Drew. "In the morning, we'll head down there."
Jezebella Thursday October 17th, 2002 5:04:06 PM
Jezebella gives the woman a smile, and pets her arm reasurringly. "We will do all we can, Ma'am. We ... we certainly know the value of family." Her eyes follow Drew as he leaves. She seems thoughtful for a moment, but doesn't leave the woman's side.
To Tionel, she says "We seem to stumble from adventure to adventure... it is certainly never dull. As for drinks downstairs.. we happen to live downstairs, and I don't think we stocked up on ale!" She jokes with a smile.
Good evening (DM Kim) Friday October 18th, 2002 1:30:39 AM
"Yes, sir," the sergeant replies to Drew. He steps back inside.
Pilar offers more thanks and blessings, but finally goes off with Sgt Canty after he pointedly clears his throat a few times.
A place is cleared for the newcomer, Tionel - since Ubaerul has left, not much clearing is needed.
Sleep comes easily to some, not so to others.
Morning has broken (DM Kim) Friday October 18th, 2002 1:40:23 AM
Drew, barely able to catch a few winks, rousts the rest before the sun comes over the horizon. Sleep is rubbed from the eyes, and, following the hasty grabbing of a few bites of day-old bread and cold water splashed on the face, the group heads down to the docks.
Asking around - there are a few sailors up at the crack of dawn, but more merchants setting up for the day, Sgt Canty is not immediately found. No one seems to know much about any boat taking off last night -- at least no one they have asked so far.
On the ship of the contest of a couple days ago, however, a small wirey figure is climbing the ropes up to the crows nest.
[Go ahead and post how you might go about seeking the information you desire. I should post again in the early afternoon Friday some reactions to those who have posted, then again on Saturday.]
Tionel Friday October 18th, 2002 2:34:14 AM
To gather information, the charming elf will approach a person, smile and get their attention with a cheerful comment about how horrible the weather is or how annoying rich people are, or about how interestingly dressed the women are down the street... after that interesting opening, he begs the pardon of the person he's talking to, but...he will then ask, apologetically, if the person's seen two kids, or a man vaguely matching the description he provides. If asked why he's looking for them, Tionel admits that his pesky landlord forced him into doing this chore. Suitable complaining about being pushed around should overcome any other obstacles, such as distrust or resentment. In short, Tionel makes a sort of kinship with each person he comes across; constantly commenting on things while using the person's name in a familiar way, for a short while becoming their friend. His method probably takes a bit longer than anyone else's, but with the indepth approach, he is certain of each and every person. And besides, every person has a suitable impression of him such that they will never forget him...
Syr Friday October 18th, 2002 9:05:51 AM
The elf moves along the docks, talking with fishermen, sailors and the many folks who hire out boats, giving descriptions of those he seeks.
Gordo Friday October 18th, 2002 9:08:13 AM
The big man greets the new day with a smile and a hearty (if out of tune) song as he washes and shaves his head.
"Well, let's find those lads, eh? And find out what these odd folks need my gems for! They aren't selling them, it would seem!"
Gordo too asks around, entirely without guile. He is open, friendly and honest in his queries.
Turin Friday October 18th, 2002 9:40:11 AM
Turin, after a bit of grumbling and groaning about how decent people aren't up until noon, gets up and is ready to deal with stuff.
As far as boats at the night goes, he asks after the night watchmen, if there are any. They're the ones most likely to know of any boats.
Drew Friday October 18th, 2002 10:59:41 AM
Being more of a blunt weapon than a sharp negotiator, Drew stands back and allows those of his family who are smarter (all of them) to ask the questions. The half Orc seems strangely distant this morning, not different just ... embarrassed? But soon as the day passes it goes away and he is back to normal.
A Stranger (DM Kim) Friday October 18th, 2002 8:14:41 PM
In making the inquiries, the group has agreed to split up a bit to cover more ground. Some time after the group heads to the docks, Gordo and Jezebella find themselves again on Sailor's Fork. Gordo just noticed the vegetable grocer pointing at Jezebella. Next to the grocer, a man wearing a weather-beaten and stained hooded cloak casually glances their direction. The hood obscures the face. The hilt of a sword pushes itself from beneath the garment. A hand reaches down and pats the head of a large canine - which looks both intelligent and wild.
Jezebella Saturday October 19th, 2002 3:30:22 PM
Jez asks around, describing Torl and the two lads... including the elaborate tatoo they first noticed when talking to the man. She asks the marketgoers, the store operators, and the 'unnoticed' ... the beggers and cripples others ignore on the street. She will give some loose coins to those people. They see much, when people don't see them looking.
..............
She follows Gordo's gaze, looking to the grocer and the armed stranger with the canine. (ooc : wolf? dog?) In her usual style, she stalks toward them, ready to demand their interest.
A Stranger Saturday October 19th, 2002 4:29:30 PM
The hooded stranger sees Jezebella stalking towards his direction. He pulls back his hood revealing a weather worn but young face. His brown hair is cut short and ragged.
"You look as though you are about to demand my interest," he grins, "so I'll spare you your breath. I am Barick and I hear you know where I can find Mama Flaust's orphanage, is this true? If it is I should like to meet with her."
Tionel Sunday October 20th, 2002 1:19:48 AM
Since he hasn't yet found anyone, and he is unlucky enough not to be near Jezebella, Tionel distracts himself with a rather pretty human who he just happens to bump into, and share a lot of common interests with.
DM Kim Sunday October 20th, 2002 2:52:35 AM
From various sources, the investigators get conflicting information. One mentions a two-turtle cruise that is taking people out in the water a ways and back again, just to look around. Some know nothing of any boaters. One man, who holds out a hand pointedly, seeks gold in exchange for whispered information. For five gold pieces, he points off towards the west, saying a rowboat went off that direction last night. Several state that permission to go out on the water is in the hands of the chief of the docks, and there are fines for those who leave without her authorization.
One man allows as how a young man with some boys, "Don't know how many fer sure," managed to talk him into letting one of his boats be rented last night. "Sorry, my mind is kinda fuzzy about all that," he confesses. When offered a monetary inducement to help jog his memory, he laughs, and says, "Oh, no, it's not that kind of fuzzy. I just really can't remember too much. Think they went that way, at least startin' out." He points around towards the east. "Or maybe it was that-a-ways," he speculates, pointing straight away from the docks toward the south. "Ah, I get a headache just tryin' ta think about it, just like I got last night."
Gordo Sunday October 20th, 2002 1:40:30 PM
Gordo follows Jezebella, and happily gives directions to Mama Flaust's. "I used to work there, you know," he explains, grinning. "Fine people. Would you mind if I asked your business with the good lady?"
Regarding the group's findings, Gordo feels the boat heading west is their strongest lead. "I say we find the master of the docks, explain what we've heard, and ask permission to follow," he says, not wanting to break the rules.
Barick Sunday October 20th, 2002 3:09:39 PM
Barick looks at the large man quizzically, "Thank you for your help friend -- but my business is my own. I've heard she's a good woman for whom I would like to present a, uh, gift shall we say.
"Since you say you used to work there perhaps you'd care to accompany my friend and me and introduce us to Flaust? If, of course, you're still on good terms with the lady," Barick grins.
Jezebella Monday October 21st, 2002 8:53:58 AM
Jezebella purses her lips for a moment, and then replies to the hooded stranger. "Pardon me for my bluntness, good sir, but I won't be the one who directs an armed stranger to my adoptive mother's home when he refuses to explain why he wishes to see her." She stands loosely, keeping Barick's swordhand in her vision.
Drew Monday October 21st, 2002 9:41:53 AM
Drew coming up quietly crosses his arms and stands protectively behind Jez. After she speaks he looks the man over. "Those that need to ask where to find her in recent days bring only trouble. My family needs no more of that, so we are protective and careful. If you come without trouble then that should not surprise you at all and you should put our fears to rest."
Barick Monday October 21st, 2002 2:27:46 PM
"My my Krug," he says stroking the head of the beast at his side, "some of them are such a testy lot aren't they? Well I think you either love this woman deeply or she pays you very well but either way matters little to me. I've said before and I'll say again my business is my own but since I'm not looking for trouble I'll assure you I mean no harm.
"In any event I'd like to extend the invitation I gave this fine fellow," gesturing towards Gordo, "since he was kind enough to tell me the directions to Mama Flaust's already. I would greatly appreciate it if you would all escort me to this orphanage so that I may get finished with my business. Come now, it'll be an adventure," he says with a wink.
Roterb the Walleyed of Ilthelio's (DM Kim) d20=6 d20=6 d20=13 d20=1 d20=19 Monday October 21st, 2002 4:02:34 PM
About this time, all of the party regroups with the others on Sailor's Fork. Turin and Drew notice Roterb - the walleyed pinched-faced employee of Ilthelio - exiting the Exchange, and walking rapidly up the street, grumbling, carrying a note in this hand, and looking down at the street.
DM Kim Monday October 21st, 2002 4:07:58 PM
The party heads up to Mama Flaust's with this Barick, despite, or perhaps because of, their distrust of his motives. The wild canine that Barick calls 'Krug' rumbles a low growl at Drew, as the half orc looms large over Jezebella, but takes no offensive action.
Just before they arrive, Roterb is leaving the orphanage, mumbling and looking down at the street, hands in pockets, as he walks next to the building to avoid running into whomever is in front of him.
Into the orphanage they are about to go, when Mother Flaust herself steps out the door, looking at the envelope in her hands. Looking up and about to call out, she sees the party in front of her. "Hello, children," the homely woman says, despite the fact that not all those who stand before her are children. "I was about to tell the man who just dropped this off that he should take it across the street. Oh, Gordo, I am so glad you are back. Maybe you can tell the children some of your stories some time this week." She hands him the envelope on which is written 'Gordo'. [Carl - see email.]
Looking at Barick, and down at the canine, she kneels down to look at the creature. She looks to the ground, then up into his eyes. She holds the back of her hand out, and Krug sniffs, cautiously. After a moment, he licks her hand once. She slowly moves her hand to scratch hehind his ear, then under his neck. Krug begins to wag his tail like a puppy, and licks her face joyfully.
She rises after patting Krug a few more times, and looks at Barick. "Are you his, then?" she asks the man.
Turin Monday October 21st, 2002 5:36:01 PM
Turin looks at the dog, then at Barick. "Was your hair longer before?"
Gordo Monday October 21st, 2002 6:39:14 PM
Fumbling at the letter with some bemusement, the large hairy fellow pulls out the contents and smooths them down. He reads slowly, brow furrowed in concentration, and as he does so a smile spreads across his whiskered face.
Turning to Barick he says, "Well, seems like I get to know your business after all! Friend, you're a man after my own heart. That gem you found was in my keeping, en route to Mama Flaust's orphanage, when it was stolen yesterday by two scamps and an older fellow, along with a goodly number more. There was a chase, but the scoundrels got away. We spoke to Ilthelio, the man you saw about the gem, and asked him to keep an eye out for them. Well, it seems one fell in his, or rather our, lap! I simp-ly can't thank you enough. Domi bless you, friend!
"But here, read for yourselves."
And he presents the note from Ilthelio to all present, which reads as follows.
Gordo,
Sir - I believe I have seen one of your gems. An elf claims to have found it on the street. It matches the description you gave of one of the sapphires. I told him I believed I knew the owner, but he thought I was scamming him.
Do know that I directed him, when he suggested he give the gem or its proceeds to charity, to Mother Flaust's orphanage. Should it end up in her hands, and you come to learn of it, keep in mind our agreement.
The stone should fetch between 400 - 450 gold, if someone does not cheat him.
Good day,
Ilthelio
Ilthelio's Exchange 23-R Sailor's Fork Floating City
Gordo quickly explains the details of their deal with Ilthelio to Mama Flaust, then continues, "But tell me, Barick, where did you find it? It may give us a clue in tracking down the thieves."
Tionel d20+6=14 Tuesday October 22nd, 2002 12:25:24 AM
Tionel watches the orphanage owner as she pets the dog bemusedly. "It's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am. Such work is often unappreciated. My name is Tionel, and I could tell your children a story or two, if you'd like."
The friendly elf looks at the human with the dog somewhat happily. He attempts a soft voice and a soothing manner, and gently pats the dog, much as he would a wolf... very carefully, but with great respect. However, he's not used to tame animals... had it been wild, he was sure he'd know exactly what to do. (Handle Animal roll 14 total) "Nice friend you have here Barick. Strong and well-fed."
Tionel looks back to the half-orc. "What do you think we should do next, Gordo? I've heard many different stories of where they could have gone... I don't think we have any real evidence we can trust, and any guess could put us a bit farther off..." -------- [Tionel recognizes Barick's companion as a wolf, as would others who have traveled widely. A few of the orphans who have spent their lives in Floating City would not necessarily know a wolf. -DM Kim]
(OOC: Gordo is a human, albeit a big hairy one! Drew is the Half Orc. -Carl)
Drew Tuesday October 22nd, 2002 9:15:14 AM
Drew steps forward. "No matter what we do we owe the Gem Master some money. I suggest we go back to the docks and ask about a bit more, also we can pay the man the debt we owe him."
Syr d20+4=11 d20+2=8 Tuesday October 22nd, 2002 11:58:06 AM
"I'm with you, Drew," says Syr, rubbing his nose. "And perhaps we can try to find out if anyone else saw those three making off in a boat. That stuff the fellow on the docks said about not being able to remember events clearly, it sounds to me like these folks are using mind powers to cover their tracks..." (he thinks hard about mind powers that might allow such a thing, Knowledge (psionics) 11)
Once the group return to the docks he does his best to gather information regarding the three fugitives, asking if anyone else saw the boat carrying them West (Gather info 8). "It's the only positive lead we have left," he says to the others, should no more routes present themselves.
DM Kim Tuesday October 22nd, 2002 5:16:38 PM
[Waiting for Jezebella & Barick...]
Jezebella Tuesday October 22nd, 2002 6:24:53 PM
Jezebella sighs. "I'm sorry, Mr. Barick. I am perhaps overprotective of this place and the people here."
She mumbles under her breath as she turns away, "could have told us the truth anyway."
Louder, she continues. "I think the best lead we have is the man who got headaches when thinking about the man with a number of boys renting the boat. Perhaps he was ensorcelled not to remember clearly."
Barick (by DM Kim) Wednesday October 23rd, 2002 1:24:09 AM [Barick describes where he found the gem. The party recognizes this as the short left tine of Sailor's Fork - the direction the gray-robed brown ponytailed man went after meeting briefly with the boys. Maybe there was a small hole in the pouch after the boy cut it from Gordo's belt. -DM Kim]
Relying on Krug's evaluation of Mother Flaust, he answers, "Yes, I'm his. Barick, ma'am. As you now have heard, I found something the other day, and would like for it to go to a worthwhile work. Whether it is from the source these your friends suppose," he says as he hands her a blue sapphire, "I found this, and wish for you to have it, for your charitable works. This busy man at the Exchange also gave me this note as to its worth." He hands her a note, which reads:
"It is clear these good people here hold you in high regard. I had thought to ask to see the orphanage, but I suppose that is not necessary."
Turning to Jezebella, he says, "I saw a man and two boys row away from here night before last. They disappeared into the darkness, but I can tell you which way they were heading. They were the ones who took your gems, perhaps?" ======= [OOC: Sorry, Ryan, but I want to keep things moving here. Feel free to post in your own words as soon as you would like. -DM Kim]
Mama Flaust -DM Kim Wednesday October 23rd, 2002 1:59:01 AM
"Why, of course you are welcome to see the orphanage, Barick, come in, come in, and have some biscuits and tea with us," Mother Flaust invites.
Though it is evident the group wants to go to the docks to follow up on their leads, she insists that all come in for some tea, and shows Barick some of the rooms. Barick is perhaps surprised when she says something to Krug, who sits and waits for one of the children to bring a bowl of mashed up food leavings. He appears to enjoy eating it, after looking up at Barick first, as if seeking permission.
She tells Tionel that she is sure the children would be delighted to have another storyteller. "Once you have taken care of whatever it is you need to take care of, then do come back and share your stories."
"Turin, mind the crumbs, dearie. They are falling in your lap."
"Garl," she says to a homely half orc boy, "this is Big Drew, whom I told you about." She introduces Garl to the group. "Garl has been very helpful in keeping some of the more rambuctious boys from bothering the girls. I told him he reminds me of you, Drew. We are learning now more about what 'gently' means. Power and kindness - ah, what a good combination!" The boy looks nine or ten years old.
Just shy of half an hour later, the tea is done, and Flaust escorts all to the door. "I'll send what help I can, children. Good luck and blessings in finding those poor boys. You always have my prayers, you know, dears."
Harbor Master - DM Kim Wednesday October 23rd, 2002 2:01:29 AM
The group departs the orphanage and makes it back down to the docks. The ship which hosted the acrobatics the other day - "Wild Harvest" its name - looks more shipshape. And the man who said he rented the boat is talking with a woman. He reluctantly hands her some coins. "Didn't mean to, really. It's like my head just went sort o' wacky for a bit there, ma'am. No, ma'am, won't happen again. Thanks again, ma'am. Haven't seen them, no. And I want that boat back, fer sure. Hey, here's some't ast me 'bout them. Maybe they can tell ya, ma'am."
The middle-aged woman he is addressing wears a long blue skirt. Her hair is sunbleached, and as she turns to the group, they note she has attractive features, but the skin of her high-cheekboned, lean and deeply tanned face is leathery, and her hands look well corded - not an ounce of fat, and used to work. "Well, what are you standing there, gawking about? You spoke to this man - which one of you? - about a man and two boys who left the Float the other night." She places two fingers in her mouth and whistles sharply. "Get that sergeant over here!" she calls out as a pot-bellied fellow looks up her direction from the next dock over. "I'm the harbor master here. Something fishy's going on, and I mean to get to the bottom of it. My name is Tarintha." /ta 'rIn tha/
In a few moments, Sgt Canty, who brought the boys' mother by last night, can be seen walking over toward the group.
Other odds and ends - DM Kim Wednesday October 23rd, 2002 2:15:48 AM
Syr does know that there are telepathic powers that can affect others' minds, increasing suggestibility, modifying emotions, developing an aversion, even forgetting what they have seen, or misremembering events.
Barick's recollection is that the boat traveled westward.
To see photos of the gem that Barick gave to Mother Flaust, go to: http://www.simplysapphires.com/blueons197.htm By clicking on 'Show me More' you can get additional views of the gem. Gordo sees at once that it is one of the gems the Plateau City people had given him.
If someone wants to stop at Ilthelio's, he will be happy to see them, I suppose.
Drew Wednesday October 23rd, 2002 9:16:46 AM
Drew stops and pays the gem master and then continues the investigation with his family.
Barick Wednesday October 23rd, 2002 2:09:07 PM
On the way out Barick thanks Mama Flaust for her hospitality but is still amazed Krug was so tame with her. Walking down the street he looks at his companion sternly, "Krug I believe city life is already making you soft." The wolf answers with a deep, throaty growl and a display of long, sharp teeth. "Don't take it so hard. She was nice, though, wasn't she?" A short whine returns his question. "Maybe not all of these city-folk are all bad after all."
Barick and Krug catch up to Gordo, "Say friend, if you're going to look for those boys and that man I'd like to offer my help if you'll have it. I'd hate to find out the boys were dragged along against their will. While my skills are limited in a place like this," he says gesturing at the city, "once we hit solid ground Krug and I have been known to be able to find our way around the trees a little bit," he flourishes with a grin. _______________ [OOC: Incidently, Barick is human not elf. At least as far as I know ;P]
[Oops. I'll fix that in the earlier posts. -DM Kim]
Turin Thursday October 24th, 2002 2:26:53 AM
Turin looks at the sergeant, waiting, having missed much of what happened earlier.
Tionel Thursday October 24th, 2002 2:38:11 AM
Tionel grins at the kind woman for her offer. He's used to giving free performances, once in a while, or being paid by just a bit of dinner...a good elf doesn't complain, his mother once told him. "I'll make sure I do, ma'am." Upon hearing Barick's comment, confirming the previous statement, Tionel nods. "Well, our mysterious person must have headed west on a boat. It'll be more difficult to track him down on water..." Later on, as they all arrive at the docks and see the harbormaster grilling the man, Tionel says to them (once she's called the sergeant over), "It appears that you were tricked into their service. Well, Ms. Tarintha, perhaps we can help you...the people who took this man's boat, obviously with magical help, probably are the same as those who accosted an orphange of its money. If they've already left the city, it might be hard to find them, unless we had a very skilled pilot..." He leaves it open to suggestions, as he's not very used to sea travel.
Gordo Thursday October 24th, 2002 4:03:41 AM
The big man nods at Tionel's words. "Yes, it seems these crooks headed west, and we would very much like to follow them and bring them back to face trial for their crimes. I understand that your permission is required to take a boat out from the docks. Will you give us that permission?"
Syr Thursday October 24th, 2002 4:06:04 AM
Syr explains to the others some of the mysteries of psionics. "It seems as though we have unearthed a secret group of psions," he says, explaining how the mind powers could be used to cloak the eyes of men, and be focused through gems such as the ones stolen.
"It seems as though they are preparing for some great event, and unless I miss my guess, it could well be to do with the festival coming soon."
DM Kim Thursday October 24th, 2002 4:55:54 AM Ilthelio's Exchange Ilthelio, seeing Drew arrive with ~42 gp to honor the party's commitment, says, "You are a good, um, good fellow." He points to his right eye, and tells the half orc, "I'll keep my eye out for any more." He gives Drew a little salute with the same forefinger he used for pointing, asks if there is anything else he can do to assist, then bids farewell.
Sergeant Canty & Harbormaster Tarintha Sgt Canty arrives as some members of the party begin to talk with Tarintha. He nods at the group, and says, "Yes, ma'am. These are the ones I mentioned."
Tarintha looks briefly at each member of the group. "So, you have a personal interest in these matters. Yet you promise to return them for justice. Very well - with a 15 gp per head harbor fee, I will write up permission for your expedition. Once you have arrangements for a boat, you'll have the grant within twenty minutes."
F.G. Offers a Choice of Two Boats The man who rented the boat the other night holds up his hand. "I got boats. Call me F.G. One's got eight oars and a rudder. T'other's a small sailboat, got two oars and a rudder, f'course. Rowboat's 50 a day. Sailboat's 80 gold." He points them out. The rowboat could hold a dozen, maybe up to 16 cramped tight, and 'Miss Me?' is written on the bow. The sailboat could carry eight to twelve, and is named 'Miss Swift'. "I toss in one float board for each two people, no extra, case o' capsize." He indicates some wooden boards, 2'x2-1/2', with handles, a rope with a shoulder loop on the front, and two pairs of bladders somehow tied on the two sides. "I'll need three days rent up front, and refund anything ya don't use."
"You find the rowboat that feller took - it's green, called 'Miss Lonely' - bring it back, and I'll give ya a finder's fee."
And others About this time a wirey figure cartwheels up to the group, finishing with a handspring, landing on his feet in front of F.G. "Boo!" he says to the boat dealer, who steps back, looking worried. The slender man laughs, says, "C'mon, Guts, I'm just kiddin'." He turns to the group. It's Gossman. The fellow who had the contest with Drew. "Hey!"
Walking up within a few seconds of Gossman's arrival is Fedjo - whom Syr and Drew helped out, inadvertently causing him to lose a bet. "'Lo, mates. Heard you might be goin' for a boat trip. Goss and I thought we'd stop by, see if ya needed help." He steps forward to shake Syr's hand.
Gossman stage whispers to Fedjo, "Yeah, yeah, but don't tell the big guy. He's not supposed to know," he says, cocking his thumb toward the half orc.
Krug growls briefly in the general direction of Drew and Gossman.
"'Course, just if ya wants us," Fedjo adds. "We know boats, just fine, we does. Cap gave us extra leave for this. Says it'll keep us outta his hair," he says, seemingly seriously. He turns to F.G. "Toss a few more bailers in there, F.G.," he says, pointing to the rowboat.
Jezebella Thursday October 24th, 2002 8:19:49 AM
Jez follows the others, quietly. She seems preoccupied, somewhat, and occasionally glances in Drew's direction when he isn't looking.
Upon the offer of the choices of boats, she suggests quietly. "I think the rowboat would suit us better. I don't think any of us know how to sail... and I don't trust your playmates, Drew. Not after seeing how fairly they played at your contest."
Drew Thursday October 24th, 2002 10:27:41 AM
Jezebella catches Drew looking at her quite a bit when she looks at him and he is constantly looking away quickly as if he weren't looking. The blush in his cheeks has returned and he seems distracted and stammering again. It occurs to her that Drew always seems to be there behind or beside her. Not in a creepy stalker way but in a quiet protective one. However, the more she catches Drew looking at her, the farther across the group he seems to move.
Gordo Thursday October 24th, 2002 4:01:53 PM
Gordo readily hands over his 15 GP to the harbormaster. He welcomes the newcomers, and seeing how they seem to be on easy terms with the others has no problem with them tagging along. "But beware, lads, it could be dangerous!"
Syr Thursday October 24th, 2002 4:03:14 PM
Syr hands over his 15 GP, and suggests they take the rowboat. He frowns at the delays, eager to get after the fugitives.
(Quick DM reminder) Thursday October 24th, 2002 7:45:03 PM
[Jezebella may recall that it was for Fedjo that Drew entered the contest. So, Fedjo at least, as far as you can tell, did not cheat.]
Barick Friday October 25th, 2002 1:14:56 AM
Barick gives the harbor master his 15 gp. "Paying to be allowed to leave a place," he chuckles. "Civilization never ceases to amaze me."
To Gordo he says, "Danger is nothing new to Krug and I, we have seen our fair share. Let's not waste any more time though, their track is surely growing cold. Let us take a collection to rent this row boat. It is 50 gold coins a day but three days up front, 150 gold. There looks to be seven of us here so if we each put in 22 gold that will cover the rental and then some. Here is mine." He counts out 22 gold coins and looks to the rest of the group.
Turin Friday October 25th, 2002 1:23:26 AM
Turin, reaching into his pouch, gets out 15 gp, and hands it to the harbormaster. He shrugs at Barick, and says, "Hey, from the law, it's at least not extortion."
Sgt Canty (DM Kim) Friday October 25th, 2002 1:25:28 AM
"Harbormaster, they go on city business," interjects Sgt Canty. "We are investigating some actions of the man they seek. By the Overlord, and for the good of the city, I request you waive the customary fees."
Tarintha looks at him. "'By the Overlord,' you 'request'?" She looks at him straight faced for a quiet moment. Then the skin around her eyes crinkles up, just a little, and she returns the funds already given her. "The Overlord's request is my command." She turns and addresses Gordo. "If you have chosen the 'Miss Me,' then I shall have your departure documents ready quite soon."
She awaits the group's decision as to which boat they shall take, asks everyone's name, then goes to draw up the documents. In less than fifteen minutes, you have permission to embark.
F.G. asks about the boating proficiency of the group. If none confess skills in this area, a look of concern crosses his face. "Mebbe you should take the lads here. They knows their boats, they does."
Gossman does not wait. He jumps down into the boat, slowing his descent with a hand on the dock, and lands lightly. He quickly begins to put the oars in place, and checks over the gear. Stocky Fedjo stands on the dock, waiting to see whether he might come or not.
Tionel Friday October 25th, 2002 2:14:59 AM
The dark-haired elf watches the serious woman walk off to draw up the documents and sighs. Such people never take anything lightly. Well, at least he'd avoided paying... "Well, we might as well accept their aid. At least they'll do a bit of the rowing. I'll admit that's not my best skill..." He grins ruefully.
Gordo d20+3=23 Friday October 25th, 2002 4:13:46 AM
"Thank you, Tarintha" says Gordo as he is handed his documents. "The rowboat it is!" grins the big man, and he jumps down as lightly and nimbly as any sailor (Dex 23!). "I for one would welcome some skilled assistance" he says to Gossman, as he quickly sits down to avoid going overboard. "What I know about boats you could tattoo on my little toe!"
Syr d20+4=10 Friday October 25th, 2002 4:46:05 AM
The half elf steps down to the boat gingerly (Dex 10), and settles himself in. "Come on then, those that are coming! Let's get this show on the road!"
Jezebella the bankroll d20+3=21 Friday October 25th, 2002 7:15:54 AM
Jez begins rummaging through her backpack when the rowboat is decided upon. She announces... "We have a fund, kind of, for expenses on the adventures that we of Flaust get into. The harbor fees being waived has no effect on this goodman's boat rental fee. Here you go, sir." She hands him 150 gold, which she had quickly counted out. She then joins her friends in the boat, settling into the unfamiliar vehicle with grace. (dex 21 :) )
Drew d20+6=11 Friday October 25th, 2002 11:22:34 AM
Drew still seems distracted and unsure. He is heard to mumble "Boats, I hate boats...) He seats himself unsteadly in the boat.
Turin d20+5=22 Friday October 25th, 2002 4:29:09 PM
Turin drops into the boat with ease (Tumble 22), and looks around. "Well, I don't know how to use this thing, but I can learn.
Barick d20+3=12 Saturday October 26th, 2002 2:43:38 AM
Barick leaps down to the boat, "Come on Krug let's help find those kids."
He looks to Jezebella, "If you want me to chip into this bankroll for the trip it won't be a problem, I wouldn't want a free ride the whole way."
Gordo Saturday October 26th, 2002 6:55:11 AM
"Quire right, Barick. Jez, you just let me know how much you need for the kitty, and I'll give it you (if I have it!)"
Tionel Saturday October 26th, 2002 10:17:41 PM
Tionel watches all them leaping down into the boat. He gingerly steps down, his lithe form not even making the boat dip down much. "This little excursion's getting more and more interesting every minute. Next we'll discover they're hanging out in some forgotten dungeon or something." Tionel bites his lip, hoping he didn't say something prophetic...
Drew Monday October 28th, 2002 9:58:32 AM
Drew stares overboard into the water.....
Drew Tuesday October 29th, 2002 9:27:45 AM
Drew continues to stare into the water
DM Kim Tuesday October 29th, 2002 6:05:31 PM [Sorry, gang - was swamped in last minute prep for a crucial test. But I passed it last night. Back again. Let us play on. -Kim]
Push off (DM Kim) d8=2 d8=6 d8=1 d8=8 d20+6=20 d20+6=18 d20+2=12 d20+4=13 d20+5=19 d20+7=25 Tuesday October 29th, 2002 6:13:10 PM
After Gordo gives Gossman the go-ahead, the latter waves the waiting Fedjo on board, too. Everyone is seated, with the two sailors taking lead oar, one port, one starboard. Drew pairs with Gordo, and Turin and Syr find themselves at the last set of oars.
Surprisingly, with the sailors' lead and spoken instructions, the boat leaves the dock with a minimum of initial wandering as the new rowers try to figure out how to move the oars in the water. [DC 15, made 20.]
Just as they round the bow of the Wild Harvest, someone who just dashed to the end of the dock shouts for them to come back. It is ten-year-old Garl, from the orphanage. Soon behind him are two other boys, each carrying some middle-sized sacks. Fedjo talks the oarsmen into some reverse rowing, so that the stern of the rowboat butts up against one leg of the dock, the boys some six feet above them.
"Mama Flaust t-told us - b-br-bring this d-down," Garl says. The boys hand down two sacks, and Garl a pouch. "Good f-f-fishing," he says. The boys stand on the docks, waving to the departing adventurers until they are several hundred yards away.
Jezebella opens the pouch, and inside finds a small piece of parchment, with Flaust's writing.
Dears, Not good to go hungry - enjoy the snacks. There's a big rib with meat on it for Krug, too.
If any are hurt, these three potions may help. Tell me as soon as you return.
Look for a tree with purple leaves. Love, Mama
The crew rows for nearly two hours before they get within a quarter mile of the foliage-lined shore. Tionel glimpses through the foliage a spot of purple leaves a few trees back into the woods a ways off the starboard bow, so the course is altered to head that way.
Finally the boat is beached, a perfect job the first try [DC 25].
A cloud canopy hangs overhead, and the air is quite humid this warm afternoon. Clothing sticks to the skin.
As the last member of the party sets foot on shore, the chittering sounds of insects and birds and who knows what come to a sudden quiet. It feels as though the forest is holding its breath.
Gossman looks around, and quietly says, "Hooo-wee. Kinda creepy, y'ask me. Fedjo and I'll stay here with the Miss Me, and you go on ahead. Unless ya really want us to come, but it might be better for someone to stay with the boat, just ta make sure it's here when ya need it again!"
After a few moments, the sounds of the jungle gradually begin to return.
Here at the landing site, the tree with the purple leaves is not visible, but you have a rough idea which direction it lies. The vegetation looks pretty thick, however, and it may be necessary to cut a path to make any headway on into the jungle.
Everyone go ahead and let me know what you are doing. And roll a d20 for your character. I'll apply the appropriate adjustments.
Barick d20=17 Wednesday October 30th, 2002 1:08:54 AM
Barick disembarks from the boat and scans the tree line. He moves around the beach area checking for any signs of hostile life and makes sure nothing is going to murder the group as soon as they set foot in the jungle.
"Krug and I will take lead and scout ahead," he whispers. "We'll make sure there aren't any nasties lying in wait. We should be able to pick up the tracks of the boys too, if they're to be found."
Gordo d20=11 Wednesday October 30th, 2002 2:28:00 AM
"Well now, isn't this an adventure!" laughs the big man, slapping the back of whoever's nearest with great enthusiasm. Watch out for insects!"
And he sets off into the jungle with the others, seemingly unconcerned at the sweat beading on his brow.
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