Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

[Uriel]

Froud scratches his chin....'Well, we could go in with you posing as a rich Merchant seeking...um, what are they again, a Guild of some sort? Seeking whatever it is they offer, then I could distract with my aforementioned spells, while our esteemed Rogue...oh Bother, you know the rest.' Froud looks Even More Smug and satisfied with his brilliant play.

 

[loxmyth]

~ Outside Grundle's, Ravenscraig

Yara raised a pencil thin eyebrow quizically, placing her leather gloved hands on her hips. "Alright, which plan is it? Smoke and fire, or rich merchant? I personally vote for Rich Merchant. That's a ploy with some potential. At least give me a chance to case the joint out? I don't even know who has the hammer yet! 'Sides, this place is made mostly of stone, I doubt it would burn much."

She turned to Froud and Forge though, waiting for their esteemed opinions.

 

[Uriel]

Froud scrathes his chin again (taking an opportunity to sneak a peak at Yara in her well-fitting Rogue's Outfit. Ahh, huan women were just so...delicious, what with thse long legs, those lips those big round...
The Gnome shakes off his reverie 'Yes, a casing is most wise, friend Yara. And Rich Merchant is shall be. WHat is your esteemed Name, oh Noble Dwarf merchant?' Froud is loving this, adventures were so Daring!

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge is sweating and obviously not comfortable with this, I really think this is ill thought out. We could go to jail. Why don't we just get the constable and be done with it? the young Dwarf knows he will do what they want but felt he had to throw in one last chance at reason. I can see by your faces that this is going to take place with or without my concent. So I'll be your merchant, just call me Master Ozgrymm.

 

[Uriel]

Froud makes a final glance at his and Forge's attire, making sure to hide anything that might identify them (Class Rings etc...) as being from The School, then it is on with the Fun!

 

[loxmyth]

Grundle's, Ravenscraig

Froud pushes open the stone door. Though it looks heavy it is surprisingly light, as the Dwarf architects who had designed it took into account levers and counterbalances.

Inside, the torchlight is dim and subdued, with great gray shadows covering the walls. Of course, to the eyes of the Dwarves who are Grundle's main bread and butter, the ambient light level is not a problem. The smell of strong ale immediately hits you as you enter, and the place has a close cramped feel. Dozens of dwarves in various walks of life sit around on hard stools with large beer steins in hand, chanting dwarven drinking songs. You spy a human or two, hunched over due to the low ceiling but generally having a good time.

At first you thought it might be difficult to spot your mark, but it wasn't. Near the center of attention was the most massive dwarf you've ever seen, easily 5 and a quarter feet and heavily muscled. He was surrouded by a bunch of dwarves in rough earthen-coloured hoods, all singing bawdy songs. A beautiful jeweled hammer, clearly ceremonial in nature, hung at the giant dwarf's waist.

Yara gulped and frowned. "Tell me the mark ain't that massive fellow over there."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Forge suddenly feels very at home. He orders a drink and says to Froud and Yara. Wait here. I'll go find out who the big one is. He will also cast Detect magic as he goes. Gears will be purched on his shoulder.
He approaches the Group and askes one of the group who they are. Greetings cousin, You seem a merry band. I'm Ozgrymm, what clan do you hail from?

 

[Uriel]

Froud looks about the place 'Finally, a properly sized establishment' he thinks. Froud awaits Forge's cue, heading to the Bar to order two Ales for himself and Yara.

 

[loxmyth]

Grundle's, Ravenscraig

Forge can detect the glow of minor enchantments on weapons and armour of various dwarves within his field of detection, but none that are overly powerful. Strangely, the ornately carved hammer seems to lack any aura of magic whatsoever.

A little more confident, the dwarven mage marches over to the ring of tough-looking hooded dwarves and speaks to the first one he meets, a young newly bearded fellow with rosy cheeks and a large bulbous nose.

"Hail there!" he greets, swinging around his stein in a toast. "Clan Fellstone, out of Arvodoc. What do you want, poofy?"

~

Meanwhile, Froud and Yara wander over to the bar where a silver haired bartender who wears his hair in braids serves them the finest Root Rum Froud's ever had. "Haven't seen you two around here before," he says, eyeing Yara suspiciously. "You new in town, or just got out from under your mother's skirts?"

 

[Uriel]

Froud smiles around his ale. 'I'm Burdont Amabar, new to the City, friend. Looking for work as an Engineer. This is Aray, my travelling companion.