Fall of the Broken

[Scribbler]

Those of you who've reached the Guilded Cup are free to talk amongst yourselves if so you desire, but soon a waitress comes over to you: "He's upstairs; room 3. Thought there'd be more of you?"

"I'm afraid I couldn't tell you that. I recieved a note that doesn't mention any others at all."
Meredith follows Finn, but her eyes linger longer on Hashhavak.

 

[Need_A_Life]

Olot and Frundor as you run, you find that your scare tactics finally managed to have their intended effect. No one dares follow you and it takes almost half-a-minute before any of the onlookers gathered their wits enough to call for the guards and by then you have long since disappeared into the suddenly welcome crowds of Sharn.

Finn the waitress smiles at you, clearly amused, but simply indicates the way to the stairs. "Lemme know if I can help you with anything else, sir"

Meredith, Finn, and Hashhavak you reach a mahogany door with a golden '3' on it. The door is already half-open and you see into a surprisingly large room - clearly larger than the inn itself - richly furnished with heavy rugs and tall bookcases lining the walls filled with leatherbound tomes of all ages and topics.

Half-lying on a couch in the room is a human dressed in a robe of white silk holding a crystal glass of red wine. "Welcome," he looks at each of you in turn, "Finn Kincadd; a swordsman of extraordinary skill. Meredith ir'Bara; nobility with a mind for trouble. Hashhavak; eternal guardian against the darkness."

"My name is Allan Demaine. Glad that some of you have shown up already.
"Please, make yourselves at home. I've got Aundairian wine, a board of Conqueror, and a collection of books that would make a Zil faint.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Well... Luck is on our side for now... Let's search for this inn now. And I'll suggest to show a low profile by the way" Frundors says to Olot in a low voice, as he stops running and walks by, like another commoner.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

I do believe we may of gotten lucky Frundor. We had best hurry to this Guilded Cup. I would rather not have my gold slip away from me. [sblock=OOC]We still don't know exactly where it's at huh? Just the region?[/sblock]

 

[Zurai]

Finn the waitress smiles at you, clearly amused, but simply indicates the way to the stairs. "Lemme know if I can help you with anything else, sir"

Finn winks at the waitress and says, "We shall see about that, m'dear! For now, I go to see my patron."

"Finn Kincadd; a swordsman of extraordinary skill. Meredith ir'Bara; nobility with a mind for trouble. Hashhavak; eternal guardian against the darkness."

"My name is Allan Demaine. Glad that some of you have shown up already.
"Please, make yourselves at home. I've got Aundairian wine, a board of Conqueror, and a collection of books that would make a Zil faint.

Finn doesn't react to either the size of the room or his host's familiarity with his lesser known skills, but takes careful mental note of what he has to say about Meredith and Hashkavak. Information is always useful to Finn. At Allan's invitation, Finn settles into one of the expensive chairs and sips at a glass of wine before speaking. "Allan Demaine, is it? Why, then, was your note signed, 'M'?"


OOC: K:Local or Nobility (both +7) on Allan Demaine?

 

[mcnathan80]

Hashkavak takes in his surroundings with the cautious optimism he approaches any new situation with. Pouring two goblets of wine he invites Meredith to share a seat with him. "You look oddly familiar," he says handing her the wine, "do I know you from somewhere?"

 

[Need_A_Life]

Finn
"Why the message is signed 'M'?" Allan almost laughs.
"I should've realized you would see through that quite quickly. While I do have a job for you and a sizeable sum for you upon its succesful completion, I am still just a middle-man. Once the two last of the group arrive - and I am confident that they will - I shall explain the details, but for now let's just pretend neither of us realized the deception, shall we?" he winks as he offers you a glass of the same wine he's been drinking.

"Now, mister Kincadd, there's one thing you have probably already figured out; you people have been picked for two reasons. One, you cannot be traced back to me or my employer should you get caught and two, while some of you may have met in the past - my intelligence isn't good enough to tell you that - you cannot immediately be linked to one-another."

[sblock="Knowledge (Local):"] Allan Demaine is hardly a big name in Sharn, though it is known that he's affiliated with the Church of the Silver Flame and that he has often helped people get audiences with a Cardinal or even the Keeper of the Flame herself on occasion.
That being said, he has no official title in the Church of the Silver Flame.[/sblock]

***

Frundor and Olot you both heard the now disabled guard say the inn was in Upper Menthis Quarter. I assume you'll head there, though I'll give you a short while to figure out how to hide the blood that's running down Olot before you head into the "no troublemakers"-zone of Sharn...

The immediate solutions seem to be:
- Bandage the wound and wash the cloth.
- Go to House Jorasco and find a magewright with prestidigation.
- Sneak into Upper Menthis Quarter.
- Take a Skycoach past the guards.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Olot mentions the skycoach to Frundor, For some gold, they would escort a demon to the temples, they will care little of my minor wound. If need be, we can dress it while we are in the skycoach.

 

[Scribbler]

Hashkavak takes in his surroundings with the cautious optimism he approaches any new situation with. Pouring two goblets of wine he invites Meredith to share a seat with him. "You look oddly familiar," he says handing her the wine, "do I know you from somewhere?"

Well, our host already seems to know, so nothing to hide..
"I've been spending a good deal of time with a friend in a kalashtar neighborhood recently. In Overlook, Upper Dura? Maybe you've seen me there?
"Other than that.. maybe? I'm not sure."

 

[Zurai]

"Once the two last of the group arrive - and I am confident that they will - I shall explain the details, but for now let's just pretend neither of us realized the deception, shall we?" he winks as he offers you a glass of the same wine he's been drinking.

Finn relaxes back into the extremely comfortable chair and inclines his head to Alann with a smile. "As you say."

"Now, mister Kincadd, there's one thing you have probably already figured out; you people have been picked for two reasons. One, you cannot be traced back to me or my employer should you get caught and two, while some of you may have met in the past - my intelligence isn't good enough to tell you that - you cannot immediately be linked to one-another."

"Caught? Me? You wound me, Mister Demaine. I would hope that the Silver Flame had more confidence in my abilities than that. Or are you perhaps working for someone else in this? Ah, but we shall wait to hear that until the others arrive, I forget myself already." Finn is clearly enjoying the verbal sparring, leaning forward and seeming to pay close attention to Alann Demaine, but in actuality he's even more focused on his companions.