A Warlock Alone, Island Empire solo game

[J. Alexander]

Arms etc

Yep

 

[Scotley]

He writes up the transactions and receives in your letters of credit and asks how you'd perfer to get the 5,000. They can do coin, letters or a mix of the two as you prefer. He accepts the list and nods, slipping it into a desk drawer. "If I get any leads how should I contact you?"

 

[J. Alexander]

the bank

"Either will be fine", Michael comments "I can be reached aboard the retriution at pier #18" Michael will thank him for his assistance and leave...to guiessippe he says "That could have went better but at least it is a start" Michael will then return to the ship

 

[Scotley]

The bank gives Michael 500 gp in coin and the rest in the form of half a dozen letters of credit, mostly in 1000 gp amounts. The walk back to the ship is a pleasant one, the town is neat and clean with well stocked shops and an air of prosperity.

 

[J. Alexander]

Port Call

As stated before, Michale and Guiesspiee will make a leisurly walk back to the ship arriving just before lunch. Once on board, Michael will takea light lunch and relive Grond from his duties as principal guard so that he can refresh himself. Michel will have a small table brought to the quarterdeck as well as a small writin desk so that he can await any responses from his ploy earlier that morning as well as catch up on his paperwork.

 

[Scotley]

There are still sounds of renovation coming from the galley when Michael returns, but soon lunch arrives. A grilled sandwich on fresh bread with sheep's milk cheese, roast pork, dwarven ham, dill pickles and a rich mustard with a salad of fresh greens and freshly cave-chilled dwarven ale.

A few perspective sellers with cargo that seems to have little merit come sniffing around, but none of their offers looks profitable. At mid-afternoon a gnomish page arrives with a note. He asks that it be given to the Captain and offers to await a reply. It is on heavy stock embossed with an emblem of oak leave clusters flanking a die, a card and a dart over an anvil. The text is written is a smooth hand so meticulous it could have come off a press. The ink is gold tinted. 'Captain Stormwarden, it has come to my attention that you are in port and might be interested in socializing and perhaps meeting some of the city's leading citizens. You are invited to come to the Oak and Anvil club for dinner and gaming courtesy of the Odessipolis chamber of commerce. Should you be interested, please RSVP via the bearer of this missive. Note that this evening's dress is formal.' Signed, 'Your Host, Rutherford Rockhammer, Club Manager. Oak and Anvil.'

 

[J. Alexander]

The Invitation

Michael will write out a formal reply of acceptance and send it with the page. "Most interesting..indeed most interesting"...he will then make preparations to attend the dinner....ordering a fresh hot bath etc........he will then set out to arrive promplty with just guiessppi as an escourt.

 

[Scotley]

Michael tramps along with the city's workmen going home in his fancy dress attire. The oak and anvil proves to be a quaint somewhat rustic looking building on a street filled with older homes that speak of family money long held. The row houses are some of the finer ones in the city. Servants bustle about chatting with each other as the daytime staff gives way to the evening shift. Their is a large deep porch on the front of the building with several comfortable chairs. At the door a majordomo in a starched uniform waits beside a stand on which a book rests. He looks at you expectantly as you approach.

 

[J. Alexander]

Dinner

Approaching the man, MIchael will say..Captain Stormwarden to see Mr. Rock Rockhammer. Michael will the pause briefly to cast a clean cantrip on himself and Guiesspiie

 

[Scotley]

"Ah yes, Captain Stormwarden, so good of you to join us this evening. You'll be dining as a guest of the Manager, Rutherford Rockhammer. Please sign in." He holds out a pen and points to an open square at the bottom of the page marked 'Manager's Table'. So far there are no other names on it. He snaps his fingers and a young dwarf in a dark suit appears. "Please escort Captain Stormwarden to the managers table and announce him Jeff." The young dwarf nods and sets off with Michael in tow. To the left you catch a glimpse of the bar, while you are led to the right into dining room. A sting quartet plays on a balcony over this moderate sized room. A large fireplace, with only a small fire burning on this warm evening, is the focal point of the room. Perhaps a dozen tables are in the room. You are led a table set for six near the back of the room. It overlooks a formal garden space behind the club. Only a handful of diners are in the room as yet while there was considerable noise from the bar suggesting that more will be attending. The room is decorated with stuffed heads of various game animals and richly stained oak paneling. The table service is white linen fine china, silver and crystal. No one is at the table but Jeff takes you to a pair of dwarves standing nearby. One is an athletically built man of middle years in an impeccable suit, while the other is older and you suspect the head waiter. They seems to be discussing the evening's service. As you approach they conclude their business and the waiter moves off. The other dwarf is introduced as Rutherford Rockhammer, club manager. Jeff announces you as Captain Owner Michael Stormwarden of the Retribution and guest. Rockhammer gives you a firm handshake and says, "Thank you for joining us at the Oak and Anvil this evening." Your escort bows and departs. Rockhammer extends a hand to Giuseppe.