(Adventure) Rivenblight's Castaway [Creamsteak judging]

[Sparky]

A sly and... out of place... grin slips briefly across Ioleta's face and her eyes glint at Daggreth's admonition about Tylkin. "Noted." is all she says. Splendid. I'll either learn something, or teach him a thing or two. Hopefully the latter. Win-win in my book. This should be fun. She grins happily. "When's he heading out? Tomorrow hopefully, I never did get that bath I was longing for. We can talk tactics over dinner. I'm starved." Her stomach obligingly growls.

She grabs hold of her packstraps and bounces a little, "Oh, but I'm excited!" She can hardly contain herself. Good to be working again. Instead of skulking in monasteries. Her face grows shadowed as some thought dampens her spirits. "I'm ready to go." She looks to Daggreth and smiles weakly, "Please write us that note, a letter of introduction or some such. And tell us where we can find him." She pauses a heartbeat before adding. "Thank you."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Right," says Daggreth, scribbling out a note. "He leaves at ten tomorrow. Late starter, lazy I say, likes his beauty sleep, he says." He finishes writing. "There. Going rate's about two to four silver pieces per person per day if you're just some farmboy who knows which end of a sword to hold. He'll be suspicious if your offer 'im that, kitted as ye are. Charge 'im seven to a crown and he'll think it's a deal. Ye kin find 'im at 54 Clipper street."

 

[doghead]

Jaan struggles with the idea of deceiving the merchant. There is no harm intended to the man. Indeed, given Daggreth's description of the man, it may help keeping him from it. And an unfair gain isn't the intention. But all the same, ... the simple truth would serve us as well, would it not ...

Jaan decides to keep his concerns till later. A display of discension is going to be to no ones benefit here.

"Thank you Daggreth for your assistance. Now I think all we need to do is sort out the payment at this end and we are done."

There, done. Jaan realises that it is the first time he has had to ask for money. He wonders how merchants and the like can do it everyday.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Right. One-fifty up front, the gold's upstairs." Daggreth closes the book. "Let's head back up." He waits until you all leave the room before following you to the ladder and back up to the ground floor. After a few moment's discussion in Dwarven with one of those working there, Daggreth comes back with a pouch of gold.

"Here ye go. I wish ye luck." He gives you all a nod.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Velbrik
"Well, we need to immobilize as many of them as quickly as possible. I have minor illusion magic, if you can think of any ideas for that; I also can magically force them to cackle maniacally to the exclusion of all else, and with their success rate so far, they may be pretty close to that already."

"Hmm... I dunno much 'bout magic." Troi says. "I mean, I know some things... but as ta how ta use it, I dunno. Just do what ya think is a good plan. I got my whip an' th' shortsword I took off that ogre, an' my longbow... so I should be good once I get inta melee with 'em."

Velbrik
"We could also consider tanglefoot bags, though they're pretty expensive, or nets and bolas, though they're difficult to use."

Troi grimaces. "Yeah, if they're expensive, I dunno if we can do that... I'm poor at th' moment. Quite poor. An' I dunno anythin' 'bout nets er bolas."

Daggreth
"Here ye go. I wish ye luck."

"Thanks, man," Troi says, taking the pouch and looping it into his belt. He looks to the others. "Well, we're done here. We'll prolly need ta go talk ta 'im now an' get in on his trip. After that we can head somewhere fer some sleep, I s'pose."

 

[doghead]

"Here ye go. I wish ye luck." He gives you all a nod.

Jaan nods his aknowledgement, but waits till they are all outside before saying anything more.

***

"It may be an idea to put some of that towards light healing potions. Velbrik has a mojo stick, but if he is out of reach ...

"Anyways, shall we return to the Red Dragon, or choose another tavern? One closer to Clipper Street perhaps. Lets head down that way and visit our merchant. We can see what is down there as well."

 

[WizWrm]

Velbrik says, "I have several potions I could lend out if need be, since I'm the one with the wand. But for now, to Clipper Street and Tylkin."

 

[Sparky]

Ioleta trails along with the group, touching the stones and admiring the handiwork of the dwarves as the meeting wraps up. She gives the vague half-salute of greeting back to Daggreth and casts one last glance at the bellowin' thing as the four leave.

"What do we do if Tylkin doesn't want to hire us? Stowaway?" Her eyes light a little from their present dimness at the prospect.

She nods at Troi, "We should talk to him sooner rather than later... give him less time to hire others and us more time for a contingency plan, in case this Tylkin is wise to us or not interested." Ioleta seems very distracted, she shows only the most casual interest in first, a cat in an alleyway and then later, a garish street performer.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Ioleta
"What do we do if Tylkin doesn't want to hire us? Stowaway?"

Troi shakes his head. "Nah, too obvious. We'll prolly jus' get some horses an' follow 'im that way." He says. "Don't wanta cause too much trouble, y'know?"

Ioleta
"We should talk to him sooner rather than later... give him less time to hire others and us more time for a contingency plan, in case this Tylkin is wise to us or not interested."

Troi nods. "Ya gotta point, I s'pose. Th' sooner we get ta 'im, th' better chance we got a gettin' in on th' trip."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

54 Clipper street is about a ten minute walk away, although you take closer to fifteen since you don't know quite where it is. It is, as it turns out, a tavern and inn that caters to the merchants who pass through this area; Tylkin must be staying inside. The Winged Flute is marked by the broad wooden sign hanging outside with just that painted on it, a homage to Phyrah, a diety of travellers. It seems to be a fairly upscale place, as suits its clientle, well maintained and freshly painted.

The entranceway leads into a brightly lit common room filled with mostly mercantile looking types (of varying levels of wealth) and some slightly less well dressed fellows- probably caravan guards waiting to pick up a job or for their employer to come down from the second floor. There's a well-stocked bar (put probably not as well stocked as Joe's) lining the back wall, with a neat slim man standing behind it. As you enter, he calls out about the chatter "Can I help you, sirs?" in a voice that seems to imply that, perhaps, they've got the wrong address.