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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 5704544" data-attributes="member: 9255"><p>THE WAYFINDERS OF THE FLOATING TOWER</p><p>“THE BROKEN ANVIL INN”</p><p>006</p><p>10/02/11</p><p></p><p>BARRAKAS 21, 998 the 20th BELL</p><p></p><p>The PCs arrive at the Broken Anvil Inn just before the bell sounds. The rain still continues to lightly drizzle. Everything feels damp. Magus enters first and looks about. The others enter directly after him. The room looks like a wide ‘V’. There are several dwarves drinking and encouraging a female dwarf to dance on the top of a table. A lone female dressed in leather armor with red trim sits holding a mug in her hands. She glares with malice at the group as they pass her by. A possible noble woman and two adventure types are arguing while standing up and looking at a map. The male is stabbing his finger onto the paper. They quiet down and wait for the PCs to bypass them before continuing to argue over the paper and what it has to offer. Near the bar itself, a lone dwarf sits waiting for his drink. He watches them enter and walk around the tavern.</p><p></p><p>“What are we looking for?” asks Jackie.</p><p></p><p>“What or even a who.” Replies William.</p><p></p><p>“That one seems to want our attention.” Says the swashbuckler. She motions to the lone dwarf whom is himself motioning for them to come over and sit.</p><p></p><p>As they get closer to him they see he is very well-off. His fine leather clothes and satin fabrics are carefully detailed and treated. With gold and silver thread and trim. His beard is threaded and has gold and platinum beads with engravings on them. Each finger has at least one ring on it. Most of the rings look overly flashy and there is little doubt there is magic in at least two of them. His eyes are bright and in general his demeanor cheerful. However Magus does note that his one leg has an unusual metal strapping and harness attached to it. The dwarf seems to be trying to conceal it slightly.</p><p></p><p>“May I buy you folks a drink?” he asks.</p><p></p><p>The spell scale is quick to agree and the others do but with more hesitation. “Still raining out?” he asks.</p><p></p><p>“Yes. What of it?” answers the Magus.</p><p></p><p>The dwarf smirks and looks at the five travelers. “I wouldn’t want to be an owl I suppose. In this rain something may happen. Know what I mean?”</p><p></p><p>The five stop and hesitate either holding their drinks to their mouths or slowly lower the drinks back to the table. </p><p></p><p>“There are rumors of a dead owl that belonged to Solirion Torralyn d’Sivis. Rumors also speak of a high reward to the capture of the killer or killers of said owl.”</p><p></p><p>Magus scowls at the dwarf.</p><p></p><p>“Another rumor I heard involved the death of a law officer.”</p><p></p><p>“But I have interests in what was not said than what was said within the rumors. A message….” The dwarf leaves his sentence hanging.</p><p></p><p>“Interest…. Like if someone happened to have the message you could perhaps read it?” offers the Spell scale.</p><p></p><p>“Perhaps we should move to a more private room to discuss this further.”</p><p></p><p>The dwarf motions to the bar tender then walks with a stylized limp to a far private room down a hallway. Within this room are a table and eight chairs. William and Magus do not sit but instead stand near the doorway.</p><p></p><p>“Do you have it on you?” asks the dwarf frankly.</p><p></p><p>“First- who are you?” demands the elf.</p><p></p><p>“I have many titles but most refer to me as Lord Darkko ir’Harddok. I run a Wayfinders group out of Aundair. One of my employees sent that message to me. It is important to me. Depending on what is written, it may involve further employment to- you perhaps?” The dwarf takes a sip from his drink while eyeing each of the PCs. “I pay well.”</p><p></p><p>Magus removes the scroll from his pouch and hands it to the dwarf. The dwarf looks at the broken seal and smirks. Never taking his eyes off of the adventurers, he slowly unrolls the scroll. He reads it quickly. Sighs, and rereads it more carefully. “Would you like to know more about this? I seem to need some new operatives. Are you available?”</p><p></p><p>The five of them look to each other and give a nod of yes.</p><p></p><p>“Very well then, what can you tell me of the incident… with the owl?”</p><p></p><p>As they describe the attack by the two furless humanoid rat fiends, the bar maiden arrives with more drink. She asks if there is anything else and waits a moment before the dwarf dismisses her. Mageblood checks that she has left and finds she is no longer within the hallway. He dismisses the thought of how quick she is even as he thinks it. </p><p></p><p>“I seek a large ancient tome that I had hired Raydeen to locate. He had followed clues suggesting it was located within Sharn… well under it anyway. This message you brought to me confirms this. Since he has not arrived himself, I suspect the very creatures that killed the owl also got him.” He continues on reviewing the events that led up to this point. He hands them a scroll of his own. “This is a map that leads to the Tarnished Phoenix. The Phoenix is an old bit of art done on a wall underground by possibly goblins. It is a site marker to an ancient goblin series of ruins.”</p><p></p><p>“What does this tome look like?” asks the Spellscale.</p><p></p><p>“Old and large. It will have a stylized image of a dragon on it.” This gets the attention of the Dragon Shaman.</p><p></p><p>“Why do you seek it?” asks Jackie.</p><p></p><p>“Fame and fortune, fame and fortune.” Says the dwarf looking at the many jeweled rings on his pudgy fingers.</p><p></p><p>Before leaving, they agree to meet again here the next day. Mageblood notes who is still there and who is not as they leave. He sees no bar maiden and ponders briefly about it but not long enough.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="megamania, post: 5704544, member: 9255"] THE WAYFINDERS OF THE FLOATING TOWER “THE BROKEN ANVIL INN” 006 10/02/11 BARRAKAS 21, 998 the 20th BELL The PCs arrive at the Broken Anvil Inn just before the bell sounds. The rain still continues to lightly drizzle. Everything feels damp. Magus enters first and looks about. The others enter directly after him. The room looks like a wide ‘V’. There are several dwarves drinking and encouraging a female dwarf to dance on the top of a table. A lone female dressed in leather armor with red trim sits holding a mug in her hands. She glares with malice at the group as they pass her by. A possible noble woman and two adventure types are arguing while standing up and looking at a map. The male is stabbing his finger onto the paper. They quiet down and wait for the PCs to bypass them before continuing to argue over the paper and what it has to offer. Near the bar itself, a lone dwarf sits waiting for his drink. He watches them enter and walk around the tavern. “What are we looking for?” asks Jackie. “What or even a who.” Replies William. “That one seems to want our attention.” Says the swashbuckler. She motions to the lone dwarf whom is himself motioning for them to come over and sit. As they get closer to him they see he is very well-off. His fine leather clothes and satin fabrics are carefully detailed and treated. With gold and silver thread and trim. His beard is threaded and has gold and platinum beads with engravings on them. Each finger has at least one ring on it. Most of the rings look overly flashy and there is little doubt there is magic in at least two of them. His eyes are bright and in general his demeanor cheerful. However Magus does note that his one leg has an unusual metal strapping and harness attached to it. The dwarf seems to be trying to conceal it slightly. “May I buy you folks a drink?” he asks. The spell scale is quick to agree and the others do but with more hesitation. “Still raining out?” he asks. “Yes. What of it?” answers the Magus. The dwarf smirks and looks at the five travelers. “I wouldn’t want to be an owl I suppose. In this rain something may happen. Know what I mean?” The five stop and hesitate either holding their drinks to their mouths or slowly lower the drinks back to the table. “There are rumors of a dead owl that belonged to Solirion Torralyn d’Sivis. Rumors also speak of a high reward to the capture of the killer or killers of said owl.” Magus scowls at the dwarf. “Another rumor I heard involved the death of a law officer.” “But I have interests in what was not said than what was said within the rumors. A message….” The dwarf leaves his sentence hanging. “Interest…. Like if someone happened to have the message you could perhaps read it?” offers the Spell scale. “Perhaps we should move to a more private room to discuss this further.” The dwarf motions to the bar tender then walks with a stylized limp to a far private room down a hallway. Within this room are a table and eight chairs. William and Magus do not sit but instead stand near the doorway. “Do you have it on you?” asks the dwarf frankly. “First- who are you?” demands the elf. “I have many titles but most refer to me as Lord Darkko ir’Harddok. I run a Wayfinders group out of Aundair. One of my employees sent that message to me. It is important to me. Depending on what is written, it may involve further employment to- you perhaps?” The dwarf takes a sip from his drink while eyeing each of the PCs. “I pay well.” Magus removes the scroll from his pouch and hands it to the dwarf. The dwarf looks at the broken seal and smirks. Never taking his eyes off of the adventurers, he slowly unrolls the scroll. He reads it quickly. Sighs, and rereads it more carefully. “Would you like to know more about this? I seem to need some new operatives. Are you available?” The five of them look to each other and give a nod of yes. “Very well then, what can you tell me of the incident… with the owl?” As they describe the attack by the two furless humanoid rat fiends, the bar maiden arrives with more drink. She asks if there is anything else and waits a moment before the dwarf dismisses her. Mageblood checks that she has left and finds she is no longer within the hallway. He dismisses the thought of how quick she is even as he thinks it. “I seek a large ancient tome that I had hired Raydeen to locate. He had followed clues suggesting it was located within Sharn… well under it anyway. This message you brought to me confirms this. Since he has not arrived himself, I suspect the very creatures that killed the owl also got him.” He continues on reviewing the events that led up to this point. He hands them a scroll of his own. “This is a map that leads to the Tarnished Phoenix. The Phoenix is an old bit of art done on a wall underground by possibly goblins. It is a site marker to an ancient goblin series of ruins.” “What does this tome look like?” asks the Spellscale. “Old and large. It will have a stylized image of a dragon on it.” This gets the attention of the Dragon Shaman. “Why do you seek it?” asks Jackie. “Fame and fortune, fame and fortune.” Says the dwarf looking at the many jeweled rings on his pudgy fingers. Before leaving, they agree to meet again here the next day. Mageblood notes who is still there and who is not as they leave. He sees no bar maiden and ponders briefly about it but not long enough. [/QUOTE]
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