Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery

[Sixchan]

Larina looks over to the corner and nods. "Well, I'll just have a cup of tea then. Since you can't come over, could you shout me when it's ready? Milk and two sugars!" She walks over to the corner and sits down.

 

[Krug]

After hearing what has to be done, Linda sighs. All that work... justice is indeed complicated.

 

[loxmyth]

As the Badger grows darker, Hob makes his rounds, lighting the wall mounted lamps with a tinderbox and match, and finally stokes the fireplace. The room is filled with the red glow of the fire and its heat combines with the weather's, make the place nearly insufferable as a forge. However, the other regulars prefer the light rather than be left in the dark, where shadows could hide a murderer. There was a man in custody, true, but it had become habit for a good many of Arcosia's citizens to stick to the light whenever possible.

Yara brings refreshments to all that need it, and as dusk sets in, there is a barely-audible whoosh as an owl flies in through the open door and alights on the Dwarven enchanter's shoulder.

Forge can feel the annoyance of his familiar as it settles itself on its usual roost, large unblinking yellow eyes taking in his Master's companions as the head swivelled from side to side. Gears was a creature of the night, and was filled with the grumpiness that came with waking. The owl did not need to talk, yet it communicated with Forge all the same. I am hungry. Bring me food, was the imperious command he heard in his mind.

Following a few moments later, slinking from shadow to shadow, and finally to the door of the pub came the lean powerful body of Slash. The wolf was known to Hob and allowed him alone to scratch behind his ears before prowling to Linda's side. The creature's yellowed eyes were fixed on Froud, but it made no move but to protectively stand between Linda and the others.

The poet, forgotten by most everyone, sits down to himself and orders some fish and chips and an ale, a look of depression on his face. "Tough crowd," he grumbles with a dejected sigh.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Gears! Forge sends a flood of love to his heartbond. Good sir Hob could you get me some raw rabbit or other raw meat?

 

[Uriel]

Froud looks up as the Owl alights on Forge's shoulder. 'Gears! Good to see you, chum.' Retrieving a small box from his pouch, Froud pulls forth several fat Nightcrawler worms, which he kept around for the Owl.Holding out his hand, the Gnome trusted the Owl to leave his fingers be, as this had become a routine exchange at this point.

 

[Jemal]

James too goes over to the side table, talking to them about this idea of theirs. When the wolf enters he looks down at it curiously and then up at Linda "Nice wolf... uhh he doesn't bite friends, does he?" (Assuming the answer is no) "In that case, I'm your friend right?" He gives his best smile then turns back to the rest of the group "So are we going to plan this or just sit around talking about it?"

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Well I would say we have our survailence right here. Where do we start? Larina this would be your expertese. What do we do? Forge absently scratches beneath Gears' neck feathers and Forge and his familiar both crane their necks in the same motion.

 

[loxmyth]

The owl hoots at Froud as the writhing grubs appear in his hand. In the blink of an eye, Gears has wrested them from his grip and swoops up into the rafters to eat the meal. Very good, Forge hears as his familiar consumes the Nightcrawlers. The Enchanter knows that once Gears is ready, the bird will return to his shoulder.

 

[Sixchan]

Larina consideres the best course of action. "Hmm. I'd say we should check out his area first. FInd out what sort of person he was, whether he would normally have been in the vicinity of where the murder took place. All that sort of stuff."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

[OOC: Are there steam tunnels or sewers in that area of town? If so Froge will try to get copies of maps to those areas when back at school or from the town hall.]