D&D 5E [IC] Creamsteak's Princes of Elemental Evil

[Forged Fury]

Pointing at the thugs with his rapier, Damien suggested helpfully, "Maybe we could send these guys to Summit Hall? They seemed okay with the last guy we dropped off."

Turning to the rest of the party, Damien continued, "Either way, we need to clear up whatever business we have with the guild and get on with it."

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Agreed," says Carradoc, still behind the bar with the elven woman, and leaning against it with insouciance. "Though we have better things to do than take them there ourselves." Carradoc regrets voicing the thought. He turns his attention elsewhere.

"Maighan, is it?" he asks, calling across the room. "I'm glad you were here. I'm Carradoc."

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Dent left the dagger lying on the table for one of the others to take. His rest done, he rose from the table and positioned himself near the door. The move signaled his readiness to leave.

OOC: I haven't much to add to this bit, so I'll stand off to the side and will follow along whenever it is the group decides to leave, and to wherever. Dent's just been cut loose from his obligation to protect Mirabar and the Knight Captain, so as far as he's concerned, he's all about some rhyming an' stealin' right now.

 

[Forged Fury]

Damien swiped the dagger and considered the various adjustments he could make to his pact blade. Can a rapier have fins?

 

[Creamsteak]

OOC: insouciance - that's a new word for me.

The elven woman tries to aid your decision making. "I'll summon the constable. Have them held temporarily. First group of silvers or better with a decent bent and I'll have them moved. Your choice of locales if you wish. There would just be the minor matter of the ten gold deposit."

 

[Forged Fury]

"Ha! I'll pay good money to send them to Summit Hall." Damien fished in his belt pouch and produced ten gold crowns, sliding them across the counter of the bar.

OOC: Did we ever determine how much money we actually have? My purchases were fairly negligible, with the studded leather being the biggest expenditure. Pretty sure I have 10 gold, although I would probably translate a lot of my remaining funds into potions of healing, given past experience.

 

[Steve Gorak]

OOC: OOC: insouciance - that's a new word for me. Nice! I didn't know it could be used in English. The problem with these French loan words is that not a lot of people know them, so when you use them, people don't tend to understand, unless you can get a quick online definition! Thanks for lexical stimulation [MENTION=23484]Kobold Stew[/MENTION]! Do you speak French by any chance?

Pointing at the thugs with his rapier, Damien suggested helpfully, "Maybe we could send these guys to Summit Hall? They seemed okay with the last guy we dropped off."

Again telepathically, so the Thugs could not follow the conversation coming from him, Thaliss opines Why waste the money. Might as well dispatch them right now.

Turning to the rest of the party, Damien continued, "Either way, we need to clear up whatever business we have with the guild and get on with it."

Still telepathically Indeed we do. Dear Meghan, would you be so kind as to bring the mote of earth to our kind hostess behind the counter? I believe this will allow us to complete our contract.

 

[Shayuri]

For her part, Maighan had simply been standing there, watching. Her face betrayed very little of what she was thinking or feeling, beyond a vague amusement. Even when she glanced at Dent's antics, her smile could have been a mocking oh please or a faintly flattered thing, however the viewer wished to see it. She gave Carradoc a nod at his introduction, but otherwise watched the group at work without visible reaction.

At Thaliss' urging, Maighan produced the aforementioned mote and carried it to the elf at the counter.

"They seem to believe that they have some obligation to give this to you," she said. "However, I believe it is important to understanding the nature of the threat. I urge you to entrust it to my hands."

 

[Forged Fury]

Damien rolled his eyes and openly replied to Thaliss. "Because Thaliss, some people like to spend money on amusing diversions. So instead of killing them outright as you've suggested, I think it would be far more entertaining to send them to Summit Hall and let the Knights of Samular have at them."

Stupid noble...

Stupid noble...

JINX!

Damnit...

 

[Creamsteak]

"They seem to believe that they have some obligation to give this to you," she said. "However, I believe it is important to understanding the nature of the threat. I urge you to entrust it to my hands."

The elf examines the gem. "I'm sorry, but I'm beholden to the requirements of our contract holders."

She takes the gem, then does some minor book-keeping... and then tells everyone to wait a moment. She steps through a door at the rear of the establishment and then you hear a loud metal whirring noise. A few moments later the elf emerges.

"Here is the payment. I believe you can thank the nobles of Mirabar for collecting the initial contract fee by mail if you should like." A crimson felt bag fill to the brim with gold coins is gently placed on the counter. She then produces three small wooden boxes. "Thaliss, Damien, Carradoc. With the completion of this contract, and the defense of this establishment, I use my authority to offer an impromptu promotion... should you accept. It is, of course, voluntary, and there isn't time for a ceremony or anything so trite."

Inside the wooden boxes are simple gold medallions, symbols of gold rank in this particular guild.

"I also mentioned a follow-up order. Something from Waterdeep. You have the first option, or I'll be posting it soon. It's also gold." She produces a scroll. "Of course, your first option doesn't mean you would be the only ones offered this contract. I believe it is more of a public warrant of sorts."

To whom it may concern,

My name is Aeudeun Kalinoth, patriarch of the Kalinoth family. If you do not know, we are among the highest houses of the Moon Elf clans in Waterdeep. It brings me great shame to seek the help of outsiders, but my efforts have been fruitless for many years.

My daughter, Dara Algwynenn Kalinoth, went missing some years ago. She is an innocent and tender snowflake in this dangerous world. I fear she became enchanted by a manipulative and traitorous thief, mongrel, and scoundrel named Harald Grayspear.

I have asked this guild of yours for help. They seem to be the only semblance of order in the Dessarin Valley. I need aid, and I struggle to find loyalty in the sell-swords that would take my gold.

Grayspear was perhaps the last man to have seen my daughter. I heard rumor that he had been in Beliard and that he followed a caravan south towards this place called Red Larch... and that this caravan had gone missing. He can be distinguished by his half moon-elf half-human heritage, his charming demeanor, and his bone flute.

While I do not wish this scoundrel anything good, he is the last living connection I have to my missing daughter. I establish this "contract" then with your guild to apprehend Grayspear, or bring me his honest information on the whereabouts of my missing daughter. I would of-course pay ten times this for the safe return of my beautiful and innocent child should she be found in the custody of this vile wretch.