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<blockquote data-quote="Olgar Shiverstone" data-source="post: 265114" data-attributes="member: 5868"><p><strong>Chpt 2, cont.</strong></p><p></p><p>Nelum came out of the building at that point. “I’m finished!” he announced, slipping something to Yuusdrail.</p><p></p><p>“An what’d ye find, peacock?” Olgar growled.</p><p></p><p>“Well, I was contracted by Yuusdrail, so I really shouldn’t …” Nelum began, but Olgar cut him off.</p><p></p><p>“They was our items! Th’ kobold don’ own none o’ it!” Olgar’s fist clenched.</p><p></p><p>“ …wand of cure light wounds.” Nelum finished.</p><p></p><p>“Yuusdrail keep. Yuusdrail pay, Yuusdrail keep.” The kobold piped up.</p><p></p><p>“Fine.” Olgar shrugged. <em>Wench can’t use it anyway.</em></p><p></p><p>“If dwarf pay, dwarf can use,” Yuusdrail offered.</p><p></p><p>Olgar had been edging closer. “Here’s your payment,” he said, grabbing the kobold, and tossing her through the front window of the building.</p><p></p><p>Yuusdrail staggered back out a few moments later, shaking the glass from her scales. “Mean dwarf not get wand now!”</p><p></p><p>Olgar just laughed. <em>Was worth it for that little bit o’ abuse.</em></p><p></p><p>The party moved on, arriving at the pavilion in the town square, which was packed to standing room only. A woman was selling tickets at the gate, and demanded five coins per to enter. Olgar decided to take advantage of his perfumed foppery.</p><p></p><p>“I’m performin’. No need t’ pay. These here’re me assistants. Roadies ‘n such.”</p><p></p><p>The woman looked skeptical. “What’s your name?” she asked, consulting a roll of parchment.</p><p></p><p>“Uh … er …” </p><p></p><p>“Rowaldo,” Wodyn offered helpfully.</p><p></p><p>“Five gold, please,” the woman responded. Grumbling, the group paid the fee.</p><p></p><p>They had little trouble weaving their way through the crowds, and made their way up to the backstage entrance. Wodyn and Streith went to canvass the crowd, in case the half-elven bard was out there or made an appearance on stage. Olgar, Belarn, and Nelum went backstage. Olgar’s little nod toward foppery had apparently paid off – they gto backstage without a problem. The half elf was just strolling out on stage as they entered. The three adventurers took up positions by the stage exit, pretending to be observing the performance, but ready to grab the man once he returned.</p><p></p><p>The crowd applauded appreciatively as the bard appeared, and he gave what was probably a virtuoso performance, if you enjoyed the sounds of slaughtering cats. Apparently the crowd did, as he gave several encores before returning back stage. Olgar and Belarn quickly backed the man into a corner, aided by the timely arrival of Streith and Wodyn.</p><p></p><p>“Ye’ve got some answering t’ do,” Olgar growled.</p><p></p><p>“I don’t do autographs until later …” the man began.</p><p></p><p>“You were seen at the scene of a crime,” Wodyn interrupted. “A young man, who we saw you talking to earlier today, was found dead at the scene. And I chased you halfway across town. You’re coming with us. You have some explaining to do.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ll do nothing of the sort! I was entertaining in a tavern all day today. I’ll give you the name – ask them!” the bard protested. He seemed sincere.</p><p></p><p>“You knew the victim. He had taken quite an interest in you. Perhaps you didn’t like the attention?” Wodyn prodded.</p><p></p><p>“I have many fans, and I love their attention. Check my story. You’ve no reason to hold me. I’m not leaving town.”</p><p></p><p>Olgar had stepped back and was mumbling a brief prayer. He could detect the emanations of magic from the man’s clothing – a set of earrings, his cloak, and a set of pipes all radiated strongly. He could detect some abjuration and conjuration magicks, but nothing that made him suspicious.</p><p></p><p>“He’s clean,” Olgar whispered to Wodyn. </p><p></p><p>Rather than make a scene, they elected to let the man go. Dejected, they strolled through back alleys.</p><p></p><p>“Wha’ now?” Olgar asked. Wodyn and the others only shrugged. They were out of leads.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, a scream sounded from an alleyway ahead, and the group charged forward. Rounding a corner, they could see a dark form with a dagger grappling with a yound woman. Approaching closer, they could see that it was the half-elven bard with whom they had just spoken. Noticing their approach, the man pulled the girl in front of him, dagger to her throat.</p><p></p><p>“Come no closer, or she dies!” he threatened.</p><p></p><p>Streith was already winding up, and let fly with a throwing axe. The throw was straight and true, right into the girl’s mid-section. She dropped, leaving the man exposed.</p><p></p><p>“Oops …” Streith muttered, as Wodyn charged forward. Belarn loosed an arrow, and Olgar a crossbow bolt, but after a bit of posturing, axe versus dagger, Wodyn dropped the bard to the street.</p><p></p><p>“Get up here and heal this girl, before she dies!” Wodyn shouted at the dwarf.</p><p></p><p>“I ain’t no walkin’ first aid kit! Ask the kobold. Got no healin’ spells prepared anyway,” Olgar responded indignantly.</p><p></p><p>Yussdrail waved a wand about. “Yuusdrail can’t use.” Olgar gave her a smug look.</p><p></p><p>“She’s our only witness,” Wodyn cajoled.</p><p></p><p>“Fine,” Olgar said, “but ye owe me!” He channeled some energy into the girl, closing her wound and restoring her to consciousness. </p><p></p><p>As Wodyn comforted her, Olgar looted the half-elf’s body, pulling off his cloak, earrings, a set of pan pipes, and discovering a pouch full of gold coins and a small business card. The card glowed purple, and read: “The Autumn Twilight – Your specialty store for arcane goods.” Olgar handed the card to Nelum.</p><p></p><p>“I’m Melanie Baker,” the girl explained when she had recovered somewhat. “I went to ask him for an autograph, and he attacked me! He said he wanted my vocal cords!”</p><p></p><p>“There, there,” Wodyn said. “You’re safe now.” He stood her up, policing up the half-elf’s body.</p><p></p><p>“Let’s go t’ see the Moloch priest ‘n get our reward,” Olgar suggested. Nelum, however, was already calling for the watch. The guardsmen arrived, took their statements and the body, and escorted the girl back to her home. </p><p></p><p>The party tried the priest anyway. With some effort, they were able to convince him that the investigation had been dropped, and he paid their fee. He also cast an incantation over Olgar. Olgar felt dirty, but he could feel his brow ridges shrink, and his head return to normal size. The group returned to the temple of Kraig.</p><p></p><p>“Now what?” Olgar asked.</p><p></p><p>“I think we should check out this magic shop,” Nelum said. “I don’t think this is over. But we should rest first. I need to study my spells.”</p><p></p><p>“Aye,” Olgar agreed, “but I don’t need t’ study. I need t’ pray.”</p><p></p><p>“Yuusdrail just special,” the kobold said to no one in particular.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Olgar Shiverstone, post: 265114, member: 5868"] [b]Chpt 2, cont.[/b] Nelum came out of the building at that point. “I’m finished!” he announced, slipping something to Yuusdrail. “An what’d ye find, peacock?” Olgar growled. “Well, I was contracted by Yuusdrail, so I really shouldn’t …” Nelum began, but Olgar cut him off. “They was our items! Th’ kobold don’ own none o’ it!” Olgar’s fist clenched. “ …wand of cure light wounds.” Nelum finished. “Yuusdrail keep. Yuusdrail pay, Yuusdrail keep.” The kobold piped up. “Fine.” Olgar shrugged. [i]Wench can’t use it anyway.[/i] “If dwarf pay, dwarf can use,” Yuusdrail offered. Olgar had been edging closer. “Here’s your payment,” he said, grabbing the kobold, and tossing her through the front window of the building. Yuusdrail staggered back out a few moments later, shaking the glass from her scales. “Mean dwarf not get wand now!” Olgar just laughed. [i]Was worth it for that little bit o’ abuse.[/i] The party moved on, arriving at the pavilion in the town square, which was packed to standing room only. A woman was selling tickets at the gate, and demanded five coins per to enter. Olgar decided to take advantage of his perfumed foppery. “I’m performin’. No need t’ pay. These here’re me assistants. Roadies ‘n such.” The woman looked skeptical. “What’s your name?” she asked, consulting a roll of parchment. “Uh … er …” “Rowaldo,” Wodyn offered helpfully. “Five gold, please,” the woman responded. Grumbling, the group paid the fee. They had little trouble weaving their way through the crowds, and made their way up to the backstage entrance. Wodyn and Streith went to canvass the crowd, in case the half-elven bard was out there or made an appearance on stage. Olgar, Belarn, and Nelum went backstage. Olgar’s little nod toward foppery had apparently paid off – they gto backstage without a problem. The half elf was just strolling out on stage as they entered. The three adventurers took up positions by the stage exit, pretending to be observing the performance, but ready to grab the man once he returned. The crowd applauded appreciatively as the bard appeared, and he gave what was probably a virtuoso performance, if you enjoyed the sounds of slaughtering cats. Apparently the crowd did, as he gave several encores before returning back stage. Olgar and Belarn quickly backed the man into a corner, aided by the timely arrival of Streith and Wodyn. “Ye’ve got some answering t’ do,” Olgar growled. “I don’t do autographs until later …” the man began. “You were seen at the scene of a crime,” Wodyn interrupted. “A young man, who we saw you talking to earlier today, was found dead at the scene. And I chased you halfway across town. You’re coming with us. You have some explaining to do.” “I’ll do nothing of the sort! I was entertaining in a tavern all day today. I’ll give you the name – ask them!” the bard protested. He seemed sincere. “You knew the victim. He had taken quite an interest in you. Perhaps you didn’t like the attention?” Wodyn prodded. “I have many fans, and I love their attention. Check my story. You’ve no reason to hold me. I’m not leaving town.” Olgar had stepped back and was mumbling a brief prayer. He could detect the emanations of magic from the man’s clothing – a set of earrings, his cloak, and a set of pipes all radiated strongly. He could detect some abjuration and conjuration magicks, but nothing that made him suspicious. “He’s clean,” Olgar whispered to Wodyn. Rather than make a scene, they elected to let the man go. Dejected, they strolled through back alleys. “Wha’ now?” Olgar asked. Wodyn and the others only shrugged. They were out of leads. Suddenly, a scream sounded from an alleyway ahead, and the group charged forward. Rounding a corner, they could see a dark form with a dagger grappling with a yound woman. Approaching closer, they could see that it was the half-elven bard with whom they had just spoken. Noticing their approach, the man pulled the girl in front of him, dagger to her throat. “Come no closer, or she dies!” he threatened. Streith was already winding up, and let fly with a throwing axe. The throw was straight and true, right into the girl’s mid-section. She dropped, leaving the man exposed. “Oops …” Streith muttered, as Wodyn charged forward. Belarn loosed an arrow, and Olgar a crossbow bolt, but after a bit of posturing, axe versus dagger, Wodyn dropped the bard to the street. “Get up here and heal this girl, before she dies!” Wodyn shouted at the dwarf. “I ain’t no walkin’ first aid kit! Ask the kobold. Got no healin’ spells prepared anyway,” Olgar responded indignantly. Yussdrail waved a wand about. “Yuusdrail can’t use.” Olgar gave her a smug look. “She’s our only witness,” Wodyn cajoled. “Fine,” Olgar said, “but ye owe me!” He channeled some energy into the girl, closing her wound and restoring her to consciousness. As Wodyn comforted her, Olgar looted the half-elf’s body, pulling off his cloak, earrings, a set of pan pipes, and discovering a pouch full of gold coins and a small business card. The card glowed purple, and read: “The Autumn Twilight – Your specialty store for arcane goods.” Olgar handed the card to Nelum. “I’m Melanie Baker,” the girl explained when she had recovered somewhat. “I went to ask him for an autograph, and he attacked me! He said he wanted my vocal cords!” “There, there,” Wodyn said. “You’re safe now.” He stood her up, policing up the half-elf’s body. “Let’s go t’ see the Moloch priest ‘n get our reward,” Olgar suggested. Nelum, however, was already calling for the watch. The guardsmen arrived, took their statements and the body, and escorted the girl back to her home. The party tried the priest anyway. With some effort, they were able to convince him that the investigation had been dropped, and he paid their fee. He also cast an incantation over Olgar. Olgar felt dirty, but he could feel his brow ridges shrink, and his head return to normal size. The group returned to the temple of Kraig. “Now what?” Olgar asked. “I think we should check out this magic shop,” Nelum said. “I don’t think this is over. But we should rest first. I need to study my spells.” “Aye,” Olgar agreed, “but I don’t need t’ study. I need t’ pray.” “Yuusdrail just special,” the kobold said to no one in particular. [/QUOTE]
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