For More Than Glory

[firehorse]

Valdir listens to most of the remainder of the conversation without comment. Just as his friends felt out of place in the woods, he is out of place here.

Finally, he tires of the planning and plotting and silently gets up. "I'll be getting these arrows made and plying my trade at the armory. Either that or I'll be in the woods reaquainting any remaining goblins with the 'Ghost of the Forest'. Let me know if you need me to do anything. Oh, and since it looks like you'll be quite busy for awhile Fleck, I'll just purchase the fluids I need. You are more than welcome to make extra when you get time, though." Winking, Valdir gets up silently and sets out to commision the glassblower Fleck mentioned.

 

[Memnus]

"Fine." He starts gathering up the pile of paper, trying to find some blank sheets to leave on the top of the stack. "We won't get as much done sitting here. Now that we know where the place is, I'll see if I can't surreptitiously get around and make a rough map. Kirran, you'll try to do the same from within?" He pushes a mostly-blank page and a spare pen in Kirran's general direction.

 

[Delwin]

Delwin looks at Fleck.
"I think I will go have a look around.I am staying just up the street at that inn with the two red pillars in front,the name escapes me right now."Pauses."Anyway you can leave a message there should you need me."Delwin nods and walks out the door.



(OOC- is that color better?If not which is better darker text or lighter?)

 

[firehorse]

(OOC: Perfect)

 

[Rish]

Kirran nods at Fleck. "Of course. It's not impossible I'll succeed... after all, they might be having trouble keeping servants, if word's gotten out about the family's troubles. I'll send word back here, to him - " He jerks his head fractionally at the nondescript man he winked to when he entered, who by now is bent over an ale at another table. "- if I learn anything.". He grins and winks broadly. "Best of luck to all." He gets up and strolls away whistling.

First he searches idly around the city, looking for anyone who might be able to provide him with a letter of introduction to the family in question. Failing that, he dresses himself up a bit more than his usual scruffy self and presents himself to the family's residence in person. He portrays himself as a former servant for a family sufficiently far away that has now fallen on hard times, and asks if there are any positions available.

 

[Emiricol]

FMTG: On the Trail

For the continuation of the FMTG campaign.

 

[firehorse]

Valdir settles into his hidden spot where he can observe the warehouse unseen. He is grateful for the street lamps giving off just enough light to allow his elven low-light vision to let him see but be unseen. Keeping his elven ears perked for unusual sounds or movement from within, he is also happy that he needs not the hours of sleep many others do, for this will likely be a long night.

 

[Emiricol]

What are you specifically looking for?

 

[Memnus]

Fleck goes away, coming back later with the cart, and setting up for the night in a nearby open area. He folds the reinforced side panels down to the ground, except the one facing the warehouse's general direction, and sits underneath, a cozy shelter for someone no taller than four feet. To pass the time until sleep finally overtakes him, he surrounds himself with papers and his book, looking over notes, scribbling. He folds down the corner on the Detect Magic page, to remind himself to prepare more castings of it, but holds the page open. He scribbles down his idea from earlier: A circular glass lens, inscribed and inlaid with sigils and imbued with a combination of Detect Magic and a minor illumination cantrip. The end result would be a lens that any non-spellcaster could look through to examine magical auras. He scribbles most of a page, then sighs, deciding that the power involved is somewhat beyond him currently, and files the mostly-complete idea away with many others just like it.

 

[Rish]

Kirran, left behind to watch the house, waits mostly patiently for the group to return or send word, though he occasionally wishes he knew what was going on. Meanwhile, he occupies himself with his duties and with flirting shamelessly with the cook, only in part because he hopes she knows something about this mysterious wizard the family has hired. Someone's got to feed the man, after all. He does, however, draw the line at flirting with the wizard himself. Lucky and foolish he might be, but not always stupid.