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[Dr Simon]

Curse of the Crimson Throne
Edge of Anarchy
Alpha Group

(Shayuri, Kinem, Lief, Walking Dad)
(Formerly: airwalkrr, rpgramen)

Khadmeade

Khadmeade had been stomping the streets of Korvosa all morning and was no further to finding this "Gaedren Lamm" whom was his prime suspect for having taken Roin. The man was slippery at covering his tracks, if he even existed in the first place. It was high time for a lunch-time ale and so the dwarf called at one of the better taverns that he knew. As he wwas raising his first tankard, Khadmeade noticed a card stuck to the bottom. A card from a Harrow deck, that the Varisian women use to tell fortunes and others use for gambling. This one was of the Winged Serpent. Assuming at first that it was probably left by some late night gambler, Khadmeade then noticed that the card bore writing on the reverse.

“I know what Gaedran has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must meet his fate, and justice must be done.”

Bael

Despite all that had happened, there was still duty. Theresa would probably not thank him if Bael lost his job at the Acadamae because he was spending every other waking moment hunting her killer. And duty meant occupying the mind on other things for a while. But none of this helped, especially when duty ended.

Bael enters the armoury, the other tiefling pay him little attention, the next guard shift coming in to take over for the late afternoon spot. He swaps his guard uniform for his civilian clothes and changes official weaponry for personal gear. As he does so, something flutters out of his belongings. A Harrow card, of the kind Varisian women use to tell fortunes.
This one represents the Locksmith. Picking it up, Bael notices writing on the reverse.

“I know what Gaedran has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must meet his fate, and justice must be done.”

Maya

To be Shoanti in Korvosa is to be treated with equal parts scorn, fear and curiosity. Such things have become every day to Maya, but it still makes daily life difficult when everyone else assumes that you are going to kill them and loot their corpse. The fear part has helped somewhat in tracking down a name for the kidnapper - Gaedren Lamm - but not his whereabouts. Either the people fear him more than an angry Shoanti, or he is very good at covering his tracks. Maya pauses, watching the midday sun sparkle on the Jaggare River as she idly fingers the medicine bundles that she carries. Here strange powers do not seem to need them, but a cultural attachment means that she carries a pouch of strange items.
It feels different. Checking the pouch, Maya discovers a card inside - a Harrow card of the kind used by Varisian women to tell fortunes. This one bears the image of The Twin on the front, and on the reverse, a message.

“I know what Gaedran has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must meet his fate, and justice must be done.”

Tristan

Tristan sits in his student room in the Acadamae, looking out over the rooves and Shingles of Korvosa. On the desk in front of him, his spellbook lies open and unread. His thoughts keep coming back to his sister, and the man he suspects of murdering her for a simple ring. A man that Tristan's magic is no use in finding. The pages of the spellbook contain eldritch secrets to control the powers of the universe, but they can't give him Gaedren Lamm's location.

Sighing, Tristan turns the page, and finds tucked inside the book a Harrow card, of the kind used by Varisian fortune tellers. This one bears an expertly painted image of the Foreign Trader. On the reverse is written a message.

“I know what Gaedran has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must meet his fate, and justice must be done.”

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