The Antigrol Tide (IC)

Grondar

Let's take this table ...
Grondar points to the far corner
I have some news
when they sit, he tells them what the woman told him about Orpheus and where to find him.
I have a bad feeling we'll find the captain in this warehouse folks…
 

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At the ship before leaving...
'Braer! you hear they are looking for elf's?, we have to be carefull not to reveal those pointy hears of yours or mine...' he takes his turban of to show Braer his ears 'take the cloth you bought at the marked and set one end like this' he shows Braer how one end must be atatched from his forhead to his back head to then wrap his head in circles witht the cloth 'there you go, and i can make you look more as a human' he take up his toolkit and disguises Braer at his best 'there you go... let go then, to the tavern'
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Troth takes a seat besides Grondar hearing his tale about the red roofed house and his suspicion about the Captain beeing in one of the warehouses

Strahd_Von_Zarovich said:
I have a bad feeling we'll find the captain in this warehouse folks…

'Seems so Grondar we sure find him there and hopefully alive' 'we better get him out of there right away i can imagine that they will be excpecting us this early and maybe we can leave this port even this afternon'

Disguise +8
 

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Well that’s all very interesting Grondar, but before we get ahead of ourselves and panic I think I’ll go see if he’s about,” Colmarr says with a wink as he stands, before walking jauntily across to the innkeeper. “Excuse me, is Captain Turion about...I need to see him urgently on ships business.”
 
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At the ship...
"Wait, what? This is quite a mess. Elf or no Elf, riot or no riot, we have to make sure we're prepared for the worst. These seem like touchy times."

They arrive at the inn and Malachi takes a seat with the rest. "If the captain's at the warehouse, that's where we have to go. I'm not sure why he would be there, though. Are we sure the ship is being watched?"
 

[sblock=OOC]I'm going to take a short trip back in time here to last night. Now, normally I wouldn't do this, but there were several things I had planned before the ENWorld crash, and I really want to get to them. Hopefully, you'll all come with me on this one. As you'll see, these scenes are mostly purely narrative in nature, not interactive, so they shouldn't overly disrupt our current flow of events.[/sblock]
Somewhere last night...
The man in black stares down at the thug on his knees in front of him. Stupid, stupid man. "Tell me again what you thought to accomplish with this...going into business for yourself."

"Honest, Boss, that's not the way it was. We was just lookin' to pick up a little extra cash on the side, we thought she'd be an easy mark!"

"Do I not pay you well, Shaun?"

"Well, yeah, Boss, but--"

"Is there anything for which you lack?"

"Well, no, but--"

"Then why did you endanger our entire operation chasing after some--some pretty face!" He can feel himself losing it. His breathing is getting heavier and his heart rate is increasing. Be calm. Be cold.

"We wasn't gonna endanger nuthin', Boss, we was bein' careful! And when we was done we woulda sold her to them and--"

"And brought all the profits to me, no doubt."

"Uh, yeah, Boss, sure thing."

"Unfortunately, Shaun, you were not careful. The girl had a trio of guardian angels, and now Niles and Reggie are dead. Or worse, captured. Two stupid men like yourself, but they will lead straight back to us. Now, tell me more about these three...angels."

When Shaun has told all he knows, the man in black calmly, coldly ensures that this stupid man will never again endanger the operation. He will be an example to all others who have thoughts of going into business for themselves. When he is finished, the man in black calls his Second.

"See that the body is discovered at home. Then take his family and sell them. I want no more freelancers."

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Naomi bolts awake screaming, her terror echoing from the walls of Colmarr's cabin. The friendly gnome awakens and holds the frightened little girl, rocking her to sleep and singing a sweet lullaby that bathes the cabin in a soft golden light until her eyes slowly close and she drifts into a more peaceful slumber.

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[sblock=Malachi dreams]
Malachi is breathing hard. He is in the barren wasteland again, where there is no food, and the only water is the morning dew upon the rocks. Up and up the land stretches before him, up and up, and rocks and dust his only companions. Then, suddenly, Wakil is there beside him and they are standing in front of the opening of a cave, deep and dark. From within, a light begins to grow, golden and inviting. Malachi...Malachi... The voice fills his head and his heart, urging him onward and in. Together, he and Wakil cross the threshold from the brightness of day to the darkness of the cave. But the cave is not dark. The golden light permates the air, filling his vision. His eyes grow sharp and his hearing acute. He can see more detail in the rocks and stone than he has ever seen before. A subliminal rumbling starts at his soles and moves up through his body, buzzing in his ears. Malachi, Malachi... He rounds a corner and the golden light bursts upon him, cascading over him. The cave has opened up, and he is at the edge of a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley of immense breadth and depth. In the golden light, his eyes can make out the details of the needles on the trees across the valley. He can smell the musky scent of the heard of elk moving up the valley floor and hear the babbling stream from which they stop to drink. An eagle soars across the opening of the cave, and in the distance something much larger dives into a pristine lake. Behold the Land, Malachi, the Land created for My People so long ago, and abandoned. There are no People to tend the Land, to hunt the elk or till the soil. There are no People to swim in My streams, to frolic with the water nymphs or race the centuars across the plain. My Land is empty, Malachi, abandoned so long ago by those who became filled with Pride and Greed, who stripped the Land of its riches and beauty. They killed My creatures, they polluted My rivers and streams, they tore down My forests and burned My fields, and so they were pruned from My Garden. But the Land has healed; it has grown, and it is beautiful once again. It is ready and waiting to give Life to a new People. Fill My Land, Malachi. Bring me the poor, the tired, the hungry and downtrodden masses, the unwanted of nations. Fill My Land, from the Eastern Peaks to the Western Slopes, from the Northern Woods to the Southern Passes. Bring the Little Ones unto me, and save my People, Malachi. Set them Free, and send them here to Me, for I am Adonai, and you are my Sword.

Malachi's eyes open, the last echoes of the dream fading away. Set My People Free...[/sblock]

[sblock=Wakil dreams]
Wakil is breathing hard. He is in the barren wasteland again, where there is no food, and the only water is the morning dew upon the rocks. Up and up the land stretches before him, up and up, and rocks and dust his only companions. Then, suddenly, Malachi is there beside him and they are standing in front of the opening of a cave, deep and dark. From within, a light begins to grow, golden and inviting. Wakil...Wakil... The voice fills his head and his heart, urging him onward and in. Together, he and Malachi cross the threshold from the brightness of day to the darkness of the cave. But the cave is not dark. The golden light permates the air, filling his vision. His eyes grow sharp and his hearing acute. He can see more detail in the rocks and stone than he has ever seen before. A subliminal rumbling starts at his soles and moves up through his body, buzzing in his ears. Wakil, Wakil... He rounds a corner and the golden light bursts upon him, cascading over him. The cave has opened up, and he is at the edge of a cliff overlooking a beautiful valley of immense breadth and depth. In the golden light, his eyes can make out the details of the needles on the trees across the valley. He can smell the musky scent of the heard of elk moving up the valley floor and hear the babbling stream from which they stop to drink. An eagle soars across the opening of the cave, and in the distance something much larger dives into a pristine lake. Behold the Land, Wakil, the Land created for My People so long ago, and abandoned. There are no People to tend the Land, to hunt the elk or till the soil. There are no People to swim in My streams, to frolic with the water nymphs or race the centuars across the plain. My Land is empty, Wakil, abandoned so long ago by those who became filled with Pride and Greed, who stripped the Land of its riches and beauty. They killed My creatures, they polluted My rivers and streams, they tore down My forests and burned My fields, and so they were pruned from My Garden. But the Land has healed; it has grown, and it is beautiful once again. It is ready and waiting to give Life to a new People. Fill My Land, Wakil. Protect the poor, the tired, the hungry and downtrodden masses, the unwanted of nations. Be the Eastern Peaks and the Western Slopes, the Northern Woods and the Southern Passes, to Shield My People when they are far from Home. Guard my Little Ones, and save my People, Wakil. Destroy the Snares that lie in wait and the Chains that seek to bind them. Shepherd My People unto Me, for I am Adonai, and you are my Shield.

Wakil's eyes open, the last echoes of the dream fading away. Defend My People...
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[sblock=Grondar dreams]
She dances through his mind like sunlight and passion, this angel of the night...He awakens soaked in sweat. What was that? Man, he needs to find a woman.
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[sblock=Denther dreams]
His home is burning. The flames lick higher, eating up the walls and bursting through the thatched roof. Inside, Denther can hear his sister screaming. Father lies facedown in the mud before the house, his bloody head cradled in Mother's lap. She is weeping softly. A man in a flowing black cloak stands before them, staring down at them, laughing. His back is to Denther. Overhead, the man raises a wicked, curved sword. His hand glistens wetly in the firelight, dripping red blood. In the house, Denther can hear his sister screaming.

Denther's eyes pop open in the darkness, a thin scream still echoing in his ears...It fades, and he is left in the dark with the comforting sound of water lapping against the wooden hull.

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[sblock=Braer dreams]
There is blackness all around, deep, dark, suffocating wetness. It is cold, so cold, where is the light!? His lungs burn and ache, and water fills his nostrils, his ears, his mouth, the icy shock hits his lungs--

Braer starts awake, gasping for breath. The sound of water lapping against the wooden hull and the gentle rock of the ship sends chills down his spine, and sleep is a long time in returning.
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***
[sblock=Magyar dreams]
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Magyar the Magnificent!" Magyar bounds to the stage greeted by shattering applause and shouts of acclimation. Fire flashes from his fingertips, and globes of light dance through the night. He's back, baby, and the Rhineholdt name is once again synonymous with laughter and entertainment.[/sblock]

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[sblock=Troth sleeps]
Troth sleeps the deep sleep of the physically exhausted, the day's problems falling from him under night's sweet embrace.
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The Three-Penny Inn is a classy joint, and the commons room is warm and friendly. A merry fire dances on the hearth, and lamps hang about the room. The room is fairly empty at this time of the morning, only one old man near the fire eating a bowl of porridge. Decorative plates and dishes line the mantel and walls, and a large, straight longsword and a kite shield bearing the image of a golden stag's head on a field of blue are hung above the fireplace. The upper torso of a large brown bear is mounted over the bar, looking as though it is coming through the wall, snarling and clawing at the air.

Colmarr approaches the thickset innkeeper, lounging behind the bar and polishing a glass. She looks up as he approaches. She is an older woman, but her hair is still long and raven black, and her chestnut eyes are deep and mysterious. There is a light of intelligence behind them, and a spark of something mystical. She has a strong, square jaw, but her face bears the lines of laughter. She wears a white apron over a dark, flowerprint dress that does little to hide her bulk, but one look at her arms and thick-fingered hands working the polishing cloth over the glass is enough to know that she is more muscle and power than lard and laze. She didn't seem to notice when the crew entered, but now up close Colmarr is sure that nothing in the inn could escape her perception.


Colmarr said:
“Excuse me, is Captain Turion about...I need to see him urgently on ships business.”
The woman looks Colmarr over with a penetrating eye. "And who might you be, wee one?" Her tone is light and musical, startling from such a massive creature.
 

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Taking no offence at the term ‘wee one’, having grown used to it over the years he’s spent among humans, Colmarr grins up at her as she answers...wondering if she sings with such a melodious voice. “I’m Colmarr, Captain Turion’s second on this voyage ma’am...is he about?”
 
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The woman looks Colmarr over once more then seems to come to a decision. "He was here, last night, but he didn't stay." Her face takes on a concerned cast. "Ben's not in any trouble, is he?"

At the table where the crew is sitting, Naomi stands next to Magyar. "I'm glad you found us again, Grondar. We missed you."

A young slip of a girl, maybe sixteen, comes bouncing down the stairs at the back of the inn. She's wearing a light blue summer dress and humming a merry tune. Long brown hair falls in ringlets around her shoulders, framing a heart shaped face. Her pale blue eyes go wide in surprise when she spots the large group of men gathered in the inn, and her mouth makes a round oval. "Oh!" she says, startled.

"Eloise, close your mouth before you catch flies. Where are your manners, girl? Can't you see we have guests?"

Eloise approaches the group of men slowly, her head bowed demurly, and glances out at them from beneath long, dark lashes. She bobs a short curtsy when she reaches the table. "Good morn', gents. How may I be of service?"
 

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Perhaps Grondar was right about Bledsum’s man, and that warehouse,” Colmarr mutters quietly to himself, concern creeping into his voice as he continues in a more normal tone, “He could be ma’am, seeing as he didn’t stay here last night as we thought he had.”
 

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