B6: The Veiled Society - IC
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The passenger ship bobs gently next to a small pier. There is a stack of lumber and a few crates nearby, and some boards are visible on the deck of the ship. It seems deserted at the moment.
You see a small sign hanging on a post. It reads "Haahr under repair due to attack by Giant Sea Serpent. Sail for Thyatis next month. That is safe route, expect no trouble."
[sblock=Rezak]The scene jogs something in Rezak's memory.
The man who sold Rezak the bottle had said
"Well, if you're determined to waste your gold, I might as well be the one to profit by it. Is your friend that shipwright?"
It was only later, when Rezak said his red-haired friend was a sailor, that the merchant referred to the man as a sailor.[/sblock]
You see a small sign hanging on a post. It reads "Haahr under repair due to attack by Giant Sea Serpent. Sail for Thyatis next month. That is safe route, expect no trouble."
[sblock=Rezak]The scene jogs something in Rezak's memory.
The man who sold Rezak the bottle had said
"Well, if you're determined to waste your gold, I might as well be the one to profit by it. Is your friend that shipwright?"
It was only later, when Rezak said his red-haired friend was a sailor, that the merchant referred to the man as a sailor.[/sblock]
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HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
"Sows dat sailor say he beens 'rounds dis ship." Rezak says appearring to be thinking really hard. "But mays bee he ain't no sailor, dis red haired winey. I tink dat seller said he be a shipwright, wat's ever dat be'n. Ye tink he wrote dat?" the rogue says indicating the sign.
"In's any case dere be no ones 'ere maybe we shuild ask over bouts dis ship?"
"In's any case dere be no ones 'ere maybe we shuild ask over bouts dis ship?"
Barek Fhald, half-orc bard
Now that it appears there will be no one close who'll need benefit of the act, Berek straightens up and releases Rezak.
"The answer's in the name, friend. A shipwright is someone who helps make a ship, well, right." The half-orc chuckles at his own pun, then comes back to the matter at hand.
"It's a bit of a break, at least," he says, "Since we know the name of this vessel thanks to the sign, it should be fairly simple to find out who's contracted to repair her. We should see if we can't find the harbormaster; I'd think both the ship and its wright would need to register with him."
Now that it appears there will be no one close who'll need benefit of the act, Berek straightens up and releases Rezak.
"The answer's in the name, friend. A shipwright is someone who helps make a ship, well, right." The half-orc chuckles at his own pun, then comes back to the matter at hand.
"It's a bit of a break, at least," he says, "Since we know the name of this vessel thanks to the sign, it should be fairly simple to find out who's contracted to repair her. We should see if we can't find the harbormaster; I'd think both the ship and its wright would need to register with him."
The group looks around and, after asking a few sailors, finds a small building where ships are registered. You get confirmation from a surly, bearded official that "Akiros Sonnos, shipwright" is contracted to fix the Haahr.
It is now early evening.
ooc: Will you head back through the city to the Tea Rex, or ... ?
It is now early evening.
ooc: Will you head back through the city to the Tea Rex, or ... ?
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
"Gettin ta bees late," Rezak says looking at the sky. "How's bout dinner an in early starts on dae morrow?" he asks everyone after another dead end.
[sblock=OOC] did they also confrim that Akiros has red hair?? If so we should come back in the morning when he might be hard at work. [/sblock]
[sblock=OOC] did they also confrim that Akiros has red hair?? If so we should come back in the morning when he might be hard at work. [/sblock]
ooc: The bearded official did confirm that Akiros is a red-haired guy.
Going back through the restless city, you come to a large square. Most of the stalls have closed for the day, but many people are still in the market.
An orator stands on the edge of the central fountain. The crowd gathers around him. The orator shouts, “These Torenescu are out of control. Such power is dangerous. They murdered a baron's niece, do you think they won't do the same to any of you? Do they care for you? Do they care for the safety of common workers? Who declares the taxes? Who steals food from your children’s mouths to fatten themselves in luxury?"
The crowd is getting restless. Several men shout cries of agreement. Men raise their fists and their voices grow in number. The speaker attracts more and more people - some no doubt merely curious, others in loud agreement with him.
The clatter of horse hooves makes the crowd turn. Ringing the outer edges of the marketplace are 30 of the Duke’s horsemen. The orator and the crowd grow silent.
Three riders slowly bring their mounts toward the center of the crowd.
Suddenly, a hoarse cry erupts from the crowd and something flashes through the air. The lead rider falls, struck by a rock.
Going back through the restless city, you come to a large square. Most of the stalls have closed for the day, but many people are still in the market.
An orator stands on the edge of the central fountain. The crowd gathers around him. The orator shouts, “These Torenescu are out of control. Such power is dangerous. They murdered a baron's niece, do you think they won't do the same to any of you? Do they care for you? Do they care for the safety of common workers? Who declares the taxes? Who steals food from your children’s mouths to fatten themselves in luxury?"
The crowd is getting restless. Several men shout cries of agreement. Men raise their fists and their voices grow in number. The speaker attracts more and more people - some no doubt merely curious, others in loud agreement with him.
The clatter of horse hooves makes the crowd turn. Ringing the outer edges of the marketplace are 30 of the Duke’s horsemen. The orator and the crowd grow silent.
Three riders slowly bring their mounts toward the center of the crowd.
Suddenly, a hoarse cry erupts from the crowd and something flashes through the air. The lead rider falls, struck by a rock.
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