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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Simon" data-source="post: 4483276" data-attributes="member: 21938">Curse of the Crimson Throne Edge of Anarchy Beta Group (Ambrus, Neurotic, Mowgli and Holyman) (Formerly Oni and Valthosian)[SBLOCK=Thorson]Another morning in Korvosa, the day after another night’s fruitless search for Gaedran Lamm.  The snake had ways of covering his tracks, that was for sure.  Rorthin is waiting for him in the smithy.“You’re late,” says the dwarf, but not unkindly. “Put your apron on and get the forge going.” Thorson takes his leather apron off the hook and ties it on. Reaching into the pocket on the front he finds something. A card from a Harrow deck, that the Varisian women use to tell fortunes. This one bears the image of The Bear. Turning it in his big calloused fingers, Thorson discovers a handwritten note on the reverse.“I know what Gaedran has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must meet his fate, and justice must be done.”[/SBLOCK][SBLOCK=Lynn]It was a sunny day in Korvosa, but Lynn barely noticed. She had drifted through the crowded streets like a ghost, un-noticed, empty of purpose except for one thing – to find Lamm. Finding herself on the banks of the Jaggare, near a quiet landing stage, she sits down on a piling and takes out her journal. Writing her thoughts sometimes helps clear her head.She pauses. There is a new bookmark. Not one she can remember placing there. Taking it out she finds it is a Harrow card, one used by Varisian fortune tellers. This one represents The Unicorn. Strange. Flipping the card in her delicate fingers she finds further mysteries. A handwritten message on the back reads:“I know what Gaedran has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must meet his fate, and justice must be done.”[/SBLOCK][SBLOCK=D’Jahn]The sun sparkles on the surface of the Jaggare River and gulls wheel overhead. A gentle sea breeze almost takes away the stink of the city. But neither sun, river, gulls nor breeze can tell D’Jahn what he is. The strange little creature is drawn back from his reverie by a twinge of pain from his shoulder, a legacy of that horrible Gaedren Lamm. D’Jahn puts a hand up to soothe the pain away, and touches something tucked inside his hood. A Harrow card, the type used by Varisian women to tell the future. This one depicts The Mountain Man. D’Jhan looks about him, but there is no-one nearby who could have placed it on his person. Flipping it over in small clever fingers, he finds a handwritten note on the reverse.“I know what Gaedran has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must meet his fate, and justice must be done.”[/SBLOCK][SBLOCK=Edmond]Escort duty is done for now. Edmond finds himself free for the time being, to pursue his own interests. Which at this particular moment means practising with his guisarme. He has heard of a great weapons master who lives in Korvosa, by the name of Orsini. Perhaps today he will try to find him, or perhaps look up old teachers at the temple. He takes out his whetstone to hone the blade of Deathwail and as he does so, something flutters from his pouch. A Harrow card, of the kind used by Varisian women to read the future. This one represents The Big Sky. Turning it over, he finds a handwritten note on the reverse.“I know what Gaedran has done to you. He has wronged me as well. I know where he dwells yet cannot strike at him. Come to my home at 3 Lancet Street at sunset. Others like you will be there. Gaedren must meet his fate, and justice must be done.”[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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