"All right, I'll head over to New Olamn then," Ilshana volunteers. She heads for the door, but looks back just before leaving to see if anyone's with her. "It's a bard school," she calls. "It should be fun! Anyone else coming?"The Bardic College of New Olamn is very well known and highly regarded. It can be reached either by going up a rocky slope on a wide path (the only path available to carts and mounts) or by going around and through a tunnel path that is well lit and well traveled that leads directly from the villa upon the cliffs into the city proper.
[sblock=Koldan]You meet up with one of the "Plague Rats" by the name of Splinter. He's an older man and walks with a cane, but he knows quite a bit about the city. He is unkempt, dirty, scratches at things, and smells of the sewer. As for your questions, he laughs a bit.
Bellalalinda catches up to the others as they approach the bard school, her mouth still full of warm cheese she has removed from one of the pizzas.
"Hwy!" she calls out, before her eyes alight on the gnome woman -- not someone she knows, but no matter -- and the half-orc beside her, to whom she goes up and introduces herself, mumbling her name as she reaches up to shake his hand.
The performers and students all take notice, your aptitude is clear. The current discussion seems to take a pause as the four noted performers each attempt to either play back to you or with you depending.
Ilshana makes a little bow with a flourish, and bounces back up to stand. "This is my first time to Waterdeep!" she declares proudly. "In truth, I set out this way intending to visit, hoping for adventures and tales along the way...and I was NOT disappointed! For I...and my companions in my travels...have stumbled over a story worthy of legend, I think. In fact, I was hoping that the learned talecrafters and historians of this very school might help us put the pieces together."The performers and students all take notice, your aptitude is clear. The current discussion seems to take a pause as the four noted performers each attempt to either play back to you or with you depending.
The blond noble applauds a bit, getting a few cheers form the crowd as things settle in.
"I'm afraid you're more than my equal, though I'm not a full fellow. You don't appear to be a novice, perhaps a graduate? Or one who comes to us from far off lands?"
The gnome scoffs and mutters "Hedge-born churl." She goes to start playing the harp as if to willfully ignore someone in a conversation."Mr Swampwallallow..." says Bellalalinda, not taking her hand back from his grip and ignoring the gnome for the moment. "Really nice to meet you," she says, smiling. "Do you offer lessons yourself?" she asks. "Private lessons?"
The rune-tattooed noble that had not spoken yet seems to perk up. He is dressed in only pale gray with red and bushy eyebrows. "I am intrigued. After the closing of the old bard colleges I am afraid I had to take it upon myself to seek out private tutors and self-teaching. I have picked up an esoteric collection of interesting things from far and wide, present and past. I, of course, enrolled here to earn the traditional title of Magnus Alumnae. My research does, in fact, focus on ancient cultures and languages such as the giants of yore."Ilshana makes a little bow with a flourish, and bounces back up to stand. "This is my first time to Waterdeep!" she declares proudly. "In truth, I set out this way intending to visit, hoping for adventures and tales along the way...and I was NOT disappointed! For I...and my companions in my travels...have stumbled over a story worthy of legend, I think. In fact, I was hoping that the learned talecrafters and historians of this very school might help us put the pieces together."
She lifts an eyebrow enigmatically and makes a cage of her fingers, as if hiding something precious within them.
"There is a mystery at the heart of this, you see. The giants are on the move. They rampage across the countryside seeking an ancient weapon...a thing of magic! My friends and I put an end to one of their raiding parties, and learned some of their plans."
Then Ilshana waits for a dramatic pause, and adds, "Is there anyone here who might take interest in such a thing? A historian, or expert in the lore of giantkind? Or just someone who wants in on the ground floor of a tale that will shape the next generation?"
The old rat is thankful for the coin. "Perhaps I'll buy a slice" he rasps." Thanks for the tips," the Ranger said with gratitude, " Keep your ears open if you can; I've a feeling things are about to get very complicated in The North."
With that, he disappeared back into the crowds of Waterdeep, wondering what would be best next.
This Kraken Society ... that worried him. The idea that others were out there digging up Vonindods or whatever else might be buried beneath unsuspecting villages ... If Splinter had heard of them and knew what they were up to, surely others did. There were several other watering holes in Waterdeep, some contacts by the Docks, and other sources of information: a hunter just needed to know where to look.
With that in mind, Koldan set out to overhear and discuss this new organization, and what role they had to play in all of this.
He pauses for a second, either confused by the gorilla or that you don't know who he is, "Oh... singing of course. Most of the stringed instruments as well. And swimming. A well rounded student is one with many skills.""Excellent!" says the gnome, ignoring the other woman beside her. "What instruments do you teach?" She smiles broadly, as the huge gorilla, Whistler, stalks up behind her, picking her up and putting her on his shoulders, so that she can look at Swampwallow eye-to-eye.
Gul clapped in appreciation of Ilshana's masterful performance. When he overhead the Iluskan noble speak, he moved towards him and smiled. "Greetings! I am Gul, and my companion is called Ilshana. Pray tell, have you ever heard of a thing called the Vonindod?"
He looked over towards Ilshana, reading the expression on her face, and then gestured forward with his hand, "Sorry, rather than overwhelming the Magnus, why don't you tell the story; I'm sure it will be far more entertaining that way!"
The idea of some type of underwater gangsters helping giants was quickly forgotten as Koldan partook in the discussion in a lively beergarden tucked inside Mount Melody Walk. Talk of Krakens was set aside for how the star striker for the Cormyr Cavaliers was injured in a recent, vigorous match against the Luskan Buccaneers in what many called a rather bad bit of sportsmanship. For the Ranger's part, while he had no love for Luskans, he was quite happy to note that this gave the Ten Town Icewind Gales the upper hand in the upcoming match against Cormyr.Koldan finds little of information scouting the docks, only a number of people discussing quite loudly about their favorites in the hippogriff water polo leagues. This seems to be a hot topic of debate of late.