Who wants to be a Wayfinder? Part 1

[SelcSilverhand]

With missions chosen, the party splits up once more to spend the last hours of the day accomplishing their goals. Seria and Johan make their way to the House Deneith enclave to inquire about mercenaries hired out to the Cloudreavers. The enclave, a fortress really, lies behind a large stone wall towards the far western side of the city. Though the gates are open, the grounds are well protected by sentries on the walls and the guards standing at the front gate. Upon arriving and receiving your identification, a servent is summoned to escort you to the main offices. You are ushered into the office of an older man who is busy shuffling papers. He looks up as you approach.


Elsewhere, Whisper makes her way up the cliff face following directions from the tavern keeper as she seeks out the weapons and armor dealer Creidan told her about. The shop is easy to find, a large sstone tructure built around a central chimney. The shop looks to be divided into two sections. One side for customers, and the other side for smithing. The massive doors of the smithy are open to allow airflow and Whisper can glimpse soot covered figures moving about in front of the red glow of the furnace. The ringing of hammers on steel fills the air like the sound of a small battle. Moving past the smithy, she enters the main shop. Secured to wooden racks are many different kinds of weapons and armor. Most are the standard types you would expect to see at a sea-side town. Gaffs, Spears, Rapiers, Longswords, but there is a respectable collection of more exotic weapons. Something that catches her eye is an exquistely crafted longsword of some unknown gray metal that almost seems translucent. It is locked up in a standing cabinet behind the counter. Across the room a woman notices you enter and approaches you. "Greetings, I am Hektat, who can I help you?"


Midian and Jaron wend their way back to the warehouse through crowded streets. The last ships have docked for the night and the streets are filled with sailors rushing to the local taverns, dock workers ending their shifts, and street walkers peddling their services. They are able to slip into an empty side alley near the warehouse and begin searching for a target. Jaron stands watch while Midian examines the area. He finds signs of numerous wharf rats living in the area and other animals that feed on them. A sound from farther down the alley stops them short, but it turns out to be just a stray dog digging through the trash.

 

[Shayuri]

Whisper nods and sets her pack down, relieved to let go of the burden at last. She was unaccustomed to bearing the weight of a suit of armor, along with all the other things she meant to sell today.

"Your craft is indeed great," she says, indicating the showpiece items. "But I have here a few things that my companions and I must part with. I think you will find them most worthy of resale."

She drags the breastplate out, and the dagger, and finally the cloak.

"These were made with a master's craft, and will sell for a good price from your shelves. The cloak is something special though, and I would discuss it after we settle on these other pieces."

The changeling brushes a hand along the armor's steely surface, drawing attention to the quality of its make. "Now. Shall we talk price?"

(Assuming they're interested, shall we do some kind of "bargaining" roll, or just assume that the negotiations wind up yielding the book value of 50% market?)

 

[SelcSilverhand]

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I left it open in case you wanted to RP anything. No rolls needed, you can take the 50% book value. If you want to purchase anything I use the complete adventurer options for diplomacy. If you get their attitude from indifferent to helpful you get 10% off the base price.
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[Mista Collins]

Lettting Johan do all the talking, Seria careful observes everything that is going on and listens carefully to what everyone says.

 

[jkason]

Midian Rightson, human druid

Midian and Jaron wend their way back to the warehouse through crowded streets. The last ships have docked for the night and the streets are filled with sailors rushing to the local taverns, dock workers ending their shifts, and street walkers peddling their services. They are able to slip into an empty side alley near the warehouse and begin searching for a target. Jaron stands watch while Midian examines the area. He finds signs of numerous wharf rats living in the area and other animals that feed on them. A sound from farther down the alley stops them short, but it turns out to be just a stray dog digging through the trash.

Midian smiles at the dog as he begins his spell (Speak with Animals), then he calls softly (realizing that both the vermin and the dog have far sharper hearing than any guards would have), "I don't suppose any of you frequent this warehouse on your gathering expeditions?"

 

[SelcSilverhand]

The dog jumps, startled by Midian's voice as he completes the spell and begin speaking. It turns and almost bolts before his curiousity wins over. The mutt is obviously a stray. It's coat is streaked with white scars and it is missing a good piece of one ear. It's eyes are bright and keen though and it moves closer to inspect you. "Hi!... Food? Food?" The dog sniffs the air and edges a bit closer to see if you have anything edible. "Good food here. My food. Squeaky biters. Slimey garbage."

 

[Bront]

Johan mingles with the Deneith for a while, introducing Lady Seria, talking about travels, listening to others go on about his parents accoplishments, and occasionaly fielding comments about how hot is mother was.

Eventualy, he'll bring up questions about the Deneith Cloudreavers, hoping to get whatever information he can.

OOC: Diplomacy and Gather Info, hopefully with an assist from Seria.

 

[jkason]

Midian Rightson, human druid

The dog jumps, startled by Midian's voice as he completes the spell and begin speaking. It turns and almost bolts before his curiousity wins over. The mutt is obviously a stray. It's coat is streaked with white scars and it is missing a good piece of one ear. It's eyes are bright and keen though and it moves closer to inspect you. "Hi!... Food? Food?" The dog sniffs the air and edges a bit closer to see if you have anything edible. "Good food here. My food. Squeaky biters. Slimey garbage."

Midian smiles, reaching into his bag and grabbing a bit of his trail rations. He holds the food high as he says, "I have food. I need to talk to squeaky biters. You show me squeaky biters, I give you food."

 

[SelcSilverhand]

The Deneith official informs you that the Cloudreavers are a purely pirate group that does not even try to conceal its activities behind the flag of a merchant ship as most pirates. They are brutal and barbaric, whos ships are fast and prey on any other ship entering their territory. He claims that your House would never officially sell the services of their mercenaries to such a radical group. He says it is likely that the man is either a renegade or possibly using inks to imitate a mark to damage the reputation of the house. He tells you that he would be very interested in hearing from you should you find any additional information about the man. There is a standing bounty for the capture of any Deneith mercenary who has gone rogue.

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The stray dog salivates at the sight of the food in Midians hand. He looks about the jumbled alley and then runs toward a large pile of garbage. He plunges into it with zest and tears into it, flinging garbage wildly. Midian hears shrieks and a dozen voices squealing "Dog! Dog! Dog!" A dozen rats explode from the garbage pile and begin making a run for it squeaking all the while. The dog tries to shepard a few of them in Midians direction. One of the rats leaps onto Midians pant leg and begins climbing to get out of reach of the canine.

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Whisper
When you finish in the shop...
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Exiting the smiths store, you begin to head back the way you came. At the end of the street you notice an elf dressed in bright clothes and a paint stained smock. He has an easel in front of him and a paintbrush in his hand. You don't remember him being there when you entered the shop and he seems to be watching you approach. When you get closer he calls out, "Young lady! I have a fine work of art to adorn your wall, won't you come see? It would be the perfect souvenier of your trip to Cliffscrape."
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[jkason]

Midian Rightson, human druid

The stray dog salivates at the sight of the food in Midians hand. He looks about the jumbled alley and then runs toward a large pile of garbage. He plunges into it with zest and tears into it, flinging garbage wildly. Midian hears shrieks and a dozen voices squealing "Dog! Dog! Dog!" A dozen rats explode from the garbage pile and begin making a run for it squeaking all the while. The dog tries to shepard a few of them in Midians direction. One of the rats leaps onto Midians pant leg and begins climbing to get out of reach of the canine.

Midian tosses the food down the alley, saying "Go get it!". Then he quickly turns his attention to the fleeing rat. "You're safe now. Safe. No more dog. I help you, now you help me?"