Bloodcove Disguise

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Right lets track down that potion seller informant get the lie of the land. Then find Raimondo Scevola - the caravan master. Once that is taken care of we can contact House Cartahegn knowing what is going on and get the hell out of this cesspit." Raynucio says, striding forth into Sangre and glowering at its citizenry.

 

[udalrich]

"That sounds like a reasonable plan," says Syldar. "But first lets get some rooms at the Leeward Inn so we have a place to store anything that we don't need. We won't be very inconspicuous if we wander around town carrying bedrolls and such."

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

The pale giant shrugs, with a clank of weapons and armor, and falls in behind the bards assuming they have attained to details such as getting directions while he was taking care of his training.

"Someone ought to lance this boil of a town." He complains softly as he casts about with a sneer, the heat and humidity doing little to improve his mood.

 

[nothingpoetic]

As he disembarks, Chaucer moves to the front of the company. As the move out of the docks area, he hears Raynucio complain and he turns his head and says to the big man, a little louder than necessary, "That is just a lovely image Raynucio, a city sized boil that mus be lanced and then drained of puss. How about we keep that type of imagery here on the docks, and out of any meetings we might have during our stay." Chaucer winks as he turns on his heal and heads toward the city.

As they clear the docks area, he spots a few sailors lounging after a voyage, and moves to speak to them, "My good men, we are searching for the Leeward Inn, by chance do you know its location and the quickest way to get there from here?"

OOC: Let me know when and where I need rolls, not sure if a knowledge local check is appropriate here or not..

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Raynucio's glower turns to the battle poet momentarily, but he contents himself with a low growl.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Kalinn seems to have shaken off the worst of her funk, though there's still something of a furtive, shamed look in her eye at times. She falls into the part of a mercenary guard for the groups 'merchants.'

At an opportune moment, she whispers to Raynucio: "You are a proud warrior, giant. But remember your honor as well! When we took this job, we gave our word; part of the job is to remain undetected for as long as possible. Remember that you have duty to your teammates as well. I know it chafes you to play this part, but it is our best chance to complete the job and to get everyone out alive. So suck it up!"

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"My name is Raynucio, not giant. And I am no actor, but in my experience a great many mercenary guards are proud and vicious. If I cannot act and my true nature fits the role well enough surely I am better of maintaining it rather than playing a false part badly." The noble hisses back irritably.

 

[jackslate45]

Aradra sighs at the sight of the two proud fighters bickering in silence. Here is hoping that the guards dont notice anything that was said.

 

[galahad0430]

The docks are raucous place and the byplay between yourselves goes unoticed by others. Following the directions given by Marhvokos you find yourselves in front of the Leeward Inn in short order. It is a large, two story building with attached stables and a ten foot wall surronding the entire compound. The gate is open and a short paved path leads to large double doors. They open into a large common room which is surprisingly clean. However, the most striking thing you notice upon entering is the sudden drop in temperature. It is the first time since teleporting to this region that you actually feel somewhat comfortable.

The man standing behind the bar watches as your group approaches.
"What can I do for you fine gentlemen and ladies." He asks.

 

[galahad0430]

OOC: first awareness checks

OOC: awareness total=2