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Even Newer(er) Tavern Thread: The Hanged Man
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CrimsonFlameWielder
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The foppish human nods at The Cursed one.
"Hmmm, with a name such as that, I cannot imagine that success would be inevitable to the group...but it is not my job to judge ones talents, only to hire them. Thank you. I will be needing just one more," he says to the patrons of the tavern.
When the druid walks toward him, he is about to write down her description, however, this is the exact time when Cadalis is confronted by one that looks much like his identical twin.
Cadalis stands up, gazing fiercely at his doppelganger. Looking down at the man wearing simple fare that matches his own, he promptly walks over and produces a small scroll. Whipping it open, Cadalis clears his throat.
"If it pleases this charlatan before me, I believe the ruffian phrase around the gambling tables is "Read them and weep"?" Cadalis has the wicked, sneering smirk of one who knows he is right.
The scroll, bearing the seal of approval from one Sebastian Igor and another from Gunter Brunt, Mayor of Daunton, legitimizes the IAC (The Institute for Arcane Cyphers) and names Cadalis Shore as a member.
"Now, if you continue wishing to seek the inevitably unhelpful assistance of the Daunton guards, feel free. However, I cannot possibly imagine that they would be of any help to your case, as I have legitimate documentation of my station. Now move on, or I shall forget that replication is the highest form of flattery."
Moving back to his table and ignoring the real imposter, Cadalis continues his recruitment.
"Hmmm, with a name such as that, I cannot imagine that success would be inevitable to the group...but it is not my job to judge ones talents, only to hire them. Thank you. I will be needing just one more," he says to the patrons of the tavern.
When the druid walks toward him, he is about to write down her description, however, this is the exact time when Cadalis is confronted by one that looks much like his identical twin.
Cadalis stands up, gazing fiercely at his doppelganger. Looking down at the man wearing simple fare that matches his own, he promptly walks over and produces a small scroll. Whipping it open, Cadalis clears his throat.
"If it pleases this charlatan before me, I believe the ruffian phrase around the gambling tables is "Read them and weep"?" Cadalis has the wicked, sneering smirk of one who knows he is right.
The scroll, bearing the seal of approval from one Sebastian Igor and another from Gunter Brunt, Mayor of Daunton, legitimizes the IAC (The Institute for Arcane Cyphers) and names Cadalis Shore as a member.
"Now, if you continue wishing to seek the inevitably unhelpful assistance of the Daunton guards, feel free. However, I cannot possibly imagine that they would be of any help to your case, as I have legitimate documentation of my station. Now move on, or I shall forget that replication is the highest form of flattery."
Moving back to his table and ignoring the real imposter, Cadalis continues his recruitment.
"I am recruiting adventurers for an expedition to retrieve an object wanted by the IAC. We will be traveling by boat. Will you be joining or staying?"
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CrimsonFlameWielder
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VanderLegion
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"May I see that?" Sha'kar asks, indicating the scroll. He scrutinizes it for a minute, then nods and hands it back. "Everything looks to be in order," he says. "May I ask what object you wish us to retrieve, and why?"
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Corragan looks confused as the second Cadalis enters the bar, and looks between the two. When Sha'kar confirms the paperwork, he looks back at the original Cadalis.
"I don't really care whether you are who you say you are. I do care if you're some trickster trying to take advantages of kind folk trying to help though. I'm in, but if you are trying to shaft us, think twice, friend. Now, what are we looking for?"
WEContact
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Ignatz guffaws appreciately, but ignores the nobleman's directions. "So, vhat's on diz island dot hyu kent go fetch diz ting hyuself? An' vhat kind of ting iz it?" His eyes are alight with curiosity- as he's not purposely baiting the man this time, he's also not invading his personal space. He likes guessing games. "Iz it alive or not alive? Ken I fit it in my pocket? Vill it break if I drop it?" He glances over at the imposter barging into the tavern, and his eyebrows wrestle one another as his brow furrows. Once the situation's resolved, however, he dismisses it entirely as just another of this place's many quirks.
CrimsonFlameWielder
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"May I see that?" Sha'kar asks, indicating the scroll. He scrutinizes it for a minute, then nods and hands it back. "Everything looks to be in order," he says. "May I ask what object you wish us to retrieve, and why?"
OOC: @CrimsonFlameWielder : I def want in on the adventure, just roleplaying my character trying to find out as much as he can before it starts I'll try to get my wiki page updated for level 3 tonight (at work atm).
Finding himself bombarded by attention and questions, his mind does the only thing it can: spew out answers as quickly as he can, in the order it processes questions.
"Yes you may, and because my master wants to keep it safe. You're looking for a particular sphere, but I'd rather relegate details to a more private setting and only to those who are contracted to work for the IAC. We'll get to that soon."
To Ignatz, he only gives single word answers to the barbarians' flurry of inquiries:
"Neither, no, maybe."
WEContact
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Ignatz enjoys watching the man return the volley of questions with his barrage of answers. He claps the man's shoulder companionably (though the force of the blow makes the smaller man's knees quiver) and says, "Hyu'z not so bad! Fonny man! Hy vill vait over dere. Dina, be shore hyu all don't set sail vitout Ignatz, hokay sveethot?" with a grin and a roguish wink at the deva, Ignatz settles back down with his drink, boots propped up on the same table where he had been when the messenger entered.
Son of Meepo
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Dina looks over toward the half-orc and gives a deadpan response. "Of course. Why would we leave without you?"
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