Constables of the 14th Ward

[xedr]

Through a mouthful of food and beer, Darius reassures Jonas [highlight]"It was probably just too late to try tracking. In the city like this, the trail probably goes cold in a matter of hours. It was an act of desperation, brought on by imagining Mr. Lyman in the clutches of nefarious characters. But we can't expect to resolve a kidnapping in a single day. We've got a number of other clues to work from.

- there's the knife that was left in the alley - perhaps somebody will recognize it or we can identify the owner through other means

- there's the orcish warning about the 13th ward (and the fact that orcs were hanging around Lyman's shop and home)

- there's the junk food wrapper that Bocephus is tracking down - maybe the seller remembers his customers

- there's Malcolm Blacklung, who might be able to tell us what was on the destroyed maps, and

- there's the clues about Lyman's 'Grand Project' in his notes and on this piece of paper I took from his clipboard. From his shoes and staff, I'm guessing it involved some travel through the sewers."[/highlight]

 

[Scotley]

OOC: Prior to your returning to the 14th for a feast provided to the constables by grateful citizens an attempt to follow Krado's trail was made. Sadly, the trail has grown cold. Bruno moved halfheartedly in the direction of the third and the dammit wall, but soon lost the scent. He could follow the trail back toward the Lyman residence given that Krado made that journey a couple of times a day for years, but it really wouldn't be productive. Please continue your action back in the 14th. What's next?

 

[J. Alexander]

Andrew Dresden

Eating a light supper and listing to the others tell of the results of their investigations Andrew will comment "They are all interconnected in one way or another, Thornapple, Lyman, the orcs, the 13 ward. Now the common thread is the sewer system which if accurate maps were drown would be a robber's highway into the heart of the city bypassing check points and police stations. Something moves behind them, this is not a common plan and the puppet master has yet to reveal any clues about himself"

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion of Tovarre

Alarion interrupts his feasting, and wipes his mouth before speaking. "Blacklung's note mentions that these maps were being used to reach some areas where some sort of items could be found. Relics? Loot mayhap? 'Tis possible that these very items are what draw Thornapple and the orcs... we need to find this man."

 

[Leif]

OOC: Additonal evening plans, anyone? Or are we all ready for a bright and early start on the next morning? Seems that the home base of Malcolm Blacklung and the Fur Burners at the Dancing Bear, a tavern in the Middlebrook neighborhood of the 14th Ward (located at 143 Middlebrook Downs, to be exact), might be a logical place to pick up?

 

[J. Alexander]

Andrew Dresden

Having no plans for the evening, Andrew will make the treck back to his home where he will spend 30 minutes or so checking his odd collection of information for references on the sewer.

 

[Leif]

Having no plans for the evening, Andrew will make the treck back to his home where he will spend 30 minutes or so checking his odd collection of information for references on the sewer.

You find a few passing mentions, covering everything from temples dedicated to monstrous abberations rumored to have once been located in the 13th Ward, to the use of the 13th by the Brotherhood of Eleven as a means to both infiltrate homes in Lauralie Summerhome and as an extensive underground hideout. None of the references seem to be related to each other, and you find nothing of help to your present investigation.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

SoulFetter

"Quite a day, eh? If anyone wants to talk things over for a bit longer, I've got a batch of amber ale at home that should be just right for serving. Otherwise, I'm off to mull things over a bit and then to bed."

 

[jkason]

Moru Sen, human conjurer

"Quite a day, eh? If anyone wants to talk things over for a bit longer, I've got a batch of amber ale at home that should be just right for serving. Otherwise, I'm off to mull things over a bit and then to bed."

Moru holds up a resisting hand and chuckles. "Thanks for the offer, but if I don't get a good night's sleep, I find I can't manage to twist the aether quite right." With that, the wizard excuses himself and goes home, dreaming of maps and orcs.

In the morning, he sits down with his spell book, puzzling over what might be most useful today.

"All those sprawling effects were a mess yesterday. Maybe something more specific..." he mutters, mentally compiling a list.

[sblock=New Spells Prepared (next day)]Cantrips (4+1 DC 13/14): Detect Magic, Prestidigitation, Light, Message, Acid Splash(S)
1st level (4+1 DC 14/15): Detect Secret Doors, Color Spray, Mage Armor, Magic Missle, Grease(S)
2nd level (3+1 DC 15/16): Invisibility, Summon Monster 2, Protection from Arrows, Web(S)
3rd level (2+1 DC 16/17): Lightning Bolt, Summon Monster 3, Stinking Cloud(S)[/sblock]

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion of Tovarre

"Rest well, my friends. On the morrow, we can resume our search for the small mapmaker." Alarion waves to his friends, dons his cloak, and as an afterthought, takes a pair of apples from the table. He stops by the stables on his way home to feed them to Bayard, and to brush the grey's coat before going to sleep.