Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Alpha Group

[Shayuri]

"I've little care or patience for the comings and goings of false kings," Maya grumped. "Zellara helped see that justice is done. I will help see that her final wish is honored."

She fell in with the rest of the group...outsiders brought together by a common foe, and held now by a common bond of honor to one who had fallen.

 

[kinem]

"Bael, it might not be that bad" Tristan says. "You're a guard at the Acadamae. It's not like you would be serving the new queen directly."

 

[Walking Dad]

"It would be worse if I would be working for the guard, yes. But don't underestimate her power and ambitions. By my luck, the academy will close it's gates until the end of the troubles." Bael says to Tristan as they went.

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AC 16 (T13, FF13), HP 25/25, F +2,R+5,W+0
Resistance to cold 5, electricity 5, and fire 5.
Darkness 1/day, Sneak 1d6
Rapier +2 . 1d6+2 . 19-20/X2
Shortbow +3 . 1d6 . 20/X3

Stealth +8 (including ACP)
Perception + 4

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[Dr Simon]

Heading back onto the streets to make your way to Trails End, the sounds of rioting still echo across the city. From time to time, glimpses of angry mobs or frantic Korvosan Guard can be seen down side roads, but then you suddenly find yourselves caught up in a situation.

Just ahead of you, a group of six men in the typical clothing of dockworkers, armed with a collection of makeshift clubs, have cornered a young man in expensive clothes.

"C'mere, you stinking dandy," says one of the men, grabbing hold of the young nobleman. "Queen's Man," he spits on the ground. "Bet you've never done a day's work in your life. Me brother had both his legs crushed by a falling barrel. Wanna find out what that feels like?"

"Please," says the young noble, "I've done nothing to you!"

 

[kinem]

Uh oh. Anger like that could easily turn against foreigners, or non-humans. Tristan looks at his companions, guessing that they would support trying to put a stop to this.

"Listen! Don't give the guard any more excuses to trouble the common folk. The last thing we need is the crackdown this could bring. Leave him alone!" Tristan hefts his glaive to suggest a more than casual interest in the proceedings.

 

[Shayuri]

Maya grimaces in distaste. Cowards, to fight six against one...especially when that one was a sniveling wretch better suited to a child's spanking than any true fight. Even so, she would have let the invaders prey on themselves if that's what they liked had not Tristan intervened. They were still bound by honor, after all.

So she stopped behind the warrior and waited to see what the toughs would do next.

 

[Walking Dad]

Bael looks for a quiet and hidden position to look at the coming exchange between Tristan and the workers.

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Bael
AC 16 (T13, FF13), HP 25/25, F +2,R+5,W+0
Resistance to cold 5, electricity 5, and fire 5.
Darkness 1/day, Sneak 1d6
Rapier +2 . 1d6+2 . 19-20/X2
Shortbow +3 . 1d6 . 20/X3

Stealth +8 (including ACP)
Perception + 4

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[Dr Simon]

The dockers look up in surprise as Tristan speaks. There is a pregnant pause.

"Not worth the trouble anyways..." mutters the leader. The men push the young nobleman away and saunter off down the street, with a backward glance at the interlopers.

The nobleman dashes over to Tristan.

"Thank you," he says. "I.... Just... Thanks." He presses a small purse into Tristan's hand and runs away around the corner. The trouble, for now, is dispersed, but sounds of rioting continue to erupt from within the city, including unmistakebale detonations of arcane power from the Acadamae. Across the river, in Trails End and East Shore, things seem much quieter.

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Diplomacy 19+0=19 from Tristan.
The purse contains 5 platinum pieces.

I'm assuming you'll continue to Trails End, let me know otherwise.

I'm also going to say that Khadmeade has stayed behind at the Old Fishery, as you have Giggles the half-orc and Hookshanks the gnome tied up there. Kester, his new assistant, is also with him. This is probably not the optimal time to be taking prisoners to the Korvosan Guard.
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[kinem]

That was easier than I expected.

Tristan looks in the bag.

"Five plat. Add it to the pile I guess.

Damn, trouble at the Academy" he observes. "Come on, we have a delivery ahead."

 

[Shayuri]

Maya smirks to herself. Cowards indeed.

She doesn't comment however, instead simply walking with the others to complete her obligation to the spirit that aided her in her quest.