Adventures Across Khorvaire - Chapter 1: Reflections

[Mista Collins]

[sblock=Velmont]"Though Gaunt was a miserable man, any brother of his is a brother of mine. With his patronage alone I could have come close to providing for my family." The hobgoblin says with a smirk that reveals his yellow-stained teeth. This is the first smile you've seen the barkeep give. "As for Shyva, who knows when she will return. There are days she will never leave this place or her room here and there are days she won't get back until near closing time."

He grabs a rag from behind the bar and begins wiping up a small spot of ale that has been there since the moment you came in. "If you got things to do, I can relay your message. But you are more than welcome to wait, I might need the extra patronage with Gaunt gone."[/sblock]

 

[Mista Collins]

The young boy looks at Drigg with a questioningly look before leading those who follow to the Chamber of Messengers.

Within the semi-circle at the entrance of the hall are almost two-dozen intricately carved Xen’drik bird stands. On a number of these, expeditious messenger homunculi perch and wait patiently. One one of the stands that has a name plaque bears Patron Helcondate's name sits a homunculi, waiting to relay a message to his master that a student wishes to see him.

 

[Starman]

The paladin approaches the homonculus. "Master messenger, would you kindly relay a message to Patron Helcondate that there are a few of us who wish to meet with him?"

 

[pathfinderq1]

As the group split up once more, Sven spent a moment or two dithering over what he out to do- it seemed apparent that this kind of thoughtful investigation wasn't really his strong suit. Finally he stepped over in Se'ket's direction. "Hey, if you're headed off campus, I'll tag along- just in case. If, you know, you don't mind..." For a moment it looked as if he might continue, but after a bit he closed his mouth and shook his head- whatever he had been about to say, it couldn't have been important.

 

[Velmont]

[SBLOCK=Mista Collins]"I don't have time to wait that much. Tell her the bad news, and tell her I'll be back here tomorrow night to give her the details. And tells her to take acre of herself. If I can't come myself, I'll send a close friend..." Saellin pays for the barman twice the amount asked. "And one drink for him." Saellin asks, offering a drink for the patron who had joined to the converstaion. "You told me all they did was fight. The fought over what? Have you heard what they were speaking about?"[/SBLOCK]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

As the group split up once more, Sven spent a moment or two dithering over what he out to do- it seemed apparent that this kind of thoughtful investigation wasn't really his strong suit. Finally he stepped over in Se'ket's direction. "Hey, if you're headed off campus, I'll tag along- just in case. If, you know, you don't mind..." For a moment it looked as if he might continue, but after a bit he closed his mouth and shook his head- whatever he had been about to say, it couldn't have been important.

"Very well Sven. An additional set of eyes and thoughts could be useful. Speak to me, what else did you uncover in your morning examinations? The methods of others are often insightful to study," Se'ket says, a hint of interest showing in her still face. As she talks, she keeps walking out of the university and toward the city, eyes occasionally darting to follow the progress of a butterfly, her head ducking a spider's web, her feet carefully skipping over a line of marching ants.

 

[pathfinderq1]

"Very well Sven. An additional set of eyes and thoughts could be useful. Speak to me, what else did you uncover in your morning examinations? The methods of others are often insightful to study," Se'ket says, a hint of interest showing in her still face. As she talks, she keeps walking out of the university and toward the city, eyes occasionally darting to follow the progress of a butterfly, her head ducking a spider's web, her feet carefully skipping over a line of marching ants.

"Ain't so much to tell, really. Spent mosta my time just figuring out where the blasted place was, and the rest tromping all the way there and back. I could tell it was an awful fancy part of town, though- I kept expecting to have somebody official-like ask what I was doing thereabouts." Sven shook his head ruefully- but his explanation was still as long a speech as any of the group had heard him utter at one time.

 

[Mista Collins]

Drigg, Karmana & Tome

The paladin approaches the homonculus. "Master messenger, would you kindly relay a message to Patron Helcondate that there are a few of us who wish to meet with him?"

The expeditious messenger, which resembles a mix between a tiny dragon and a winged lemur, begins to move it's mouth and a voice not belonging to the homunculus comes from it. "You may come and see me. I am the seventh booth on your left."

Passing the various booths, sounds of hushed conversation can be heard from within each. Coming from one booth, the sound is much different. It is heated and loud. It seems a student is complaining about the marks he had received on an exam.

As Drigg counts in his head the seventh booth, he sees that the door is slightly ajar. "Come on in," Patron Helcondate says from inside as Drigg quietly knocks on the door. He opens it up and sees an older gnome behind a desk looking over some paper work. Lucky for the group, Patron Helcondate is a gnome and all the furnishings are fit for a gnome except for a pair of chairs across from his desk."You can go ahead and close the door behind you."

Helcondate seems to be in his later years but has a spry step as he stands and makes his way around the small desk in order to properly greet the group. "Nice to meet you, I am Patron Helcondate, but I assume you already know that since you seek me. How can I help you?"

 

[Mista Collins]

Sven & Se'ket

Sven and Se'ket make their way off of campus towards the nearest guard outpost in the city figuring that may be the best place to start. The air has gotten chillier as it is slightly after supper and getting later in the day. The weather seems to be affecting Sven more than Se'ket, as the young druidess seems to embrace the cold a bit.

They eventually make their way to the outpost, which is only a few minutes walk from the edge of the Morgrave campus. In front of the stairs leading up to the door to the outpost stand two guardsmen wearing the colors of Breland and the proper heraldry marking them members of the Wroat Watch. They are having idle conversation as a few people walk in and out of the iron bound doors of the outpost to continue on whatever business they had.

Se'ket and Sven make their way up the stairs and the two guardsmen hardly notice as they continue to trade drinking stories from the past week. Upon entering the outpost, the two adventurers see various citizens talking with guards. One guardsmen sits at a desk, parchment in front of him and pen quill in hand, ready to deal with whatever crime that needs to be reported.

"What needs to be reported?" The man says as the two approach, with a voice that shows obvious frustration with either the two of them, or his job.

 

[Starman]

Drigg smiles warmly and bows in greeting to the gnome. I wish I were here on less unsavory business. I bet he could tell some interesting stories. "Thank you for meeting with us. My name is Drigg." He gestures at his two cohorts. "My companions are Tome and Kamarna." He waves at the chairs. "I'll stand," the paladin says.

Turning back to Helcondate, he continues, "We are here about Delvron Gaunt. Sadly, he was murdered. We have taken it upon ourselves to investigate the matter and were hoping you could be of assistance. Could you tell us what Delvron was studying? What his habits were? Did he have enemies? Rivals? Any assistance you render would be much appreciated."