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[IC] Sons of Gruumsh
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Rayex
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Master Crow quickly sends for a serving maid, and tell her to bring you food and drinks.
He also answers politely to your questions about lord Nanther, and after a few minutes you know a bit more: Melvaunt's most powerful merchant families, including House Nanther, is plagued with bitter rivalries, but Lord Nanther himself is a just man. He can also tell you that the scions of the great merchant families, including House Nanther, has gone missing, and that paid toughs are wandering the street in look for them. When asked for directions to the Nanthers Estate, Pluarty offer you the service of one of his stable boys to show you the way.
Meanwhine Derrenil studies the patrons. At the moment the majority of the people there are humans. A couple of elves and a lone halfling, as well as a handfull of half-elves are also present. They are well dressed, well behaved, and you judge their ages to be that of early adulthood till late middle-aged.
He also answers politely to your questions about lord Nanther, and after a few minutes you know a bit more: Melvaunt's most powerful merchant families, including House Nanther, is plagued with bitter rivalries, but Lord Nanther himself is a just man. He can also tell you that the scions of the great merchant families, including House Nanther, has gone missing, and that paid toughs are wandering the street in look for them. When asked for directions to the Nanthers Estate, Pluarty offer you the service of one of his stable boys to show you the way.
Meanwhine Derrenil studies the patrons. At the moment the majority of the people there are humans. A couple of elves and a lone halfling, as well as a handfull of half-elves are also present. They are well dressed, well behaved, and you judge their ages to be that of early adulthood till late middle-aged.
renau1g
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Smiling at the knowledge of this Master Crow, Kergan quickly eats his food and looks over at the others.
"Well, what do you think? Shall we go see this Lord Nanther, or should we have him sweat a bit for us?" Kergan asks as he laughs at his own bad joke.
Once the others are set, the dwarf pulls out a gold piece and leaves it on the bar for Master Crow for both the drinks and service of the stable boy. Looking at the nearly empty purse, Kergan sighs and thinks "I guess I'm needing this coin soon, else I'll be eating my cloak.".
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Rayex, I've removed 1gp from my sheet in the RG, just in case you wondered what the edit there was.
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"Well, what do you think? Shall we go see this Lord Nanther, or should we have him sweat a bit for us?" Kergan asks as he laughs at his own bad joke.
Once the others are set, the dwarf pulls out a gold piece and leaves it on the bar for Master Crow for both the drinks and service of the stable boy. Looking at the nearly empty purse, Kergan sighs and thinks "I guess I'm needing this coin soon, else I'll be eating my cloak.".
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Rayex, I've removed 1gp from my sheet in the RG, just in case you wondered what the edit there was.
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Walking Dad
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As they got the needed informations, Raven is ready to proceed.
Rayex
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The group move out, following the stableboy to the estate of Lord Nanther.
In no more than fifteen minutes you look up at the entrance to what almost looks like a park. Where Melvaunt generally looks dirty and inhospitable, this place looks like the very opposite - Clean, fresh and welcoming.
The guards at the gate inspects your seals closely before letting you enter. As you walk the path up to the estate proper, you hear the sound of children playing somewhere in the grounds, and dogs barking in response.
Another set of guards are stationed at the entrance to the house itself, and yet again your seals gets a close inspection. You are admitted, and told to please wait inside the door for someone to take you to the Lord himself.
However, as you enter a tall, blackhaired man is walking down the stairs. The man, leaning heavily on a gold-tipped ivory cane with a handle shaped like an isis head, match the description of Lord Nanther. He has the slightly dishelved apppearance of a man who hasn't slept in days, although he is well dressed and capable of feigning a smile. He bids you to follow in to a sitting room, and after dispensing with the introductions, he collapses into a large padded chair and fixes his steely gaze upon each of you.
"I wish to pay you 1,000 platinum pieces to find my son, Oreal. While he's a grown man and I don't follow his activities on a daily basis, he hasn't been seen for five days - far too long. Worse, rumours abound that other noble scions are missing. I've exhausted all prudent avenues of investigation, but with the increased orc raiding of late and the heightened tension caused by the missing sons, I'm affraid I have little to show. I am certain you, as neutral operatives, will have better fortune. I must warn you, as the lord of this great house, I have many enemies, both within the city and without. Some no doubt seek to take advantage of this distraction to undermine my authority. House Nanther's utter destruction is not beyond the pale. Such is the politics of this wretched city."
"Please bring my son back to me, forcibly if need be, safely and soundly. If you find the other scions, please return them as well - surely the other great houses will blame House Nanther for any deaths or harms inflicted upon their kin. Just to be clear, however, the platinum I am paying you is for Oreal's safe return alone."
In no more than fifteen minutes you look up at the entrance to what almost looks like a park. Where Melvaunt generally looks dirty and inhospitable, this place looks like the very opposite - Clean, fresh and welcoming.
The guards at the gate inspects your seals closely before letting you enter. As you walk the path up to the estate proper, you hear the sound of children playing somewhere in the grounds, and dogs barking in response.
Another set of guards are stationed at the entrance to the house itself, and yet again your seals gets a close inspection. You are admitted, and told to please wait inside the door for someone to take you to the Lord himself.
However, as you enter a tall, blackhaired man is walking down the stairs. The man, leaning heavily on a gold-tipped ivory cane with a handle shaped like an isis head, match the description of Lord Nanther. He has the slightly dishelved apppearance of a man who hasn't slept in days, although he is well dressed and capable of feigning a smile. He bids you to follow in to a sitting room, and after dispensing with the introductions, he collapses into a large padded chair and fixes his steely gaze upon each of you.
"I wish to pay you 1,000 platinum pieces to find my son, Oreal. While he's a grown man and I don't follow his activities on a daily basis, he hasn't been seen for five days - far too long. Worse, rumours abound that other noble scions are missing. I've exhausted all prudent avenues of investigation, but with the increased orc raiding of late and the heightened tension caused by the missing sons, I'm affraid I have little to show. I am certain you, as neutral operatives, will have better fortune. I must warn you, as the lord of this great house, I have many enemies, both within the city and without. Some no doubt seek to take advantage of this distraction to undermine my authority. House Nanther's utter destruction is not beyond the pale. Such is the politics of this wretched city."
"Please bring my son back to me, forcibly if need be, safely and soundly. If you find the other scions, please return them as well - surely the other great houses will blame House Nanther for any deaths or harms inflicted upon their kin. Just to be clear, however, the platinum I am paying you is for Oreal's safe return alone."
The elven man walks with the others, watching his changing surroundings with interest. As the approach the park-like vista Bael mutters to the others. "This bodes well," said in an obviously approving tone. Patiently passing through the various checks that are the price of security and listens carefully as the Lord addresses them.
He assumes the appearance of sleep-deprivation is not contrived given the dispensing with formalities, and the obviously generous reward on offer, so thoughts of a trap are internally dismissed.
As the facts are laid bare, his agile mind races, postulating theories and options for testing each hypothesis, but too many variables are yet unknown.
"Lord, if what you say is true about many of the scions missing, then this is organised work. I doubt orc raiding parties are responsible. Or, if they are, then they are under direction of someone clever who has a higher purpose."
"Have you, or any of the other Lords, received any demand for ransom?"
He assumes the appearance of sleep-deprivation is not contrived given the dispensing with formalities, and the obviously generous reward on offer, so thoughts of a trap are internally dismissed.
As the facts are laid bare, his agile mind races, postulating theories and options for testing each hypothesis, but too many variables are yet unknown.
"Lord, if what you say is true about many of the scions missing, then this is organised work. I doubt orc raiding parties are responsible. Or, if they are, then they are under direction of someone clever who has a higher purpose."
"Have you, or any of the other Lords, received any demand for ransom?"
Walking Dad
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Raven follows the others to the lord's estate. Seeing the garde, the big house and the watches he is reminded on an old proverb. If you own to much, it owns you. Another good example of a distraction on the way to perfection.
His heart is not above compassion as he hears the father's sorrow regarding his son. But he feels the need to ask some questions himself.
"You said 'forcibly if need be'. Does this include your son? Is there the possibility he left on his own?
And Bael, don't assume all orcs are unorganized. There may be a connection. I have to think about this."
His heart is not above compassion as he hears the father's sorrow regarding his son. But he feels the need to ask some questions himself.
"You said 'forcibly if need be'. Does this include your son? Is there the possibility he left on his own?
And Bael, don't assume all orcs are unorganized. There may be a connection. I have to think about this."
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renau1g
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Stopping briefly as the enter the park-like area, Kergan takes a deep breath and takes in the surprising natural area in a city. Smiling now as he walks on the to the main building he submits with only minor grumbling at the extra security.
"Hmmm... surprisingly upfront for both a nobleman and a human. I like this place" Kergan says after Lord Nanther finishes as he struggles to keep a shocked look off his face at the reward being offered.
"Is he one to favour the drink? Maybe him and the other young nobles snuck to the seedy part of town to engage in some 'slumming' activities and it turned out poorly?" the dwarf asks.
"Hmmm... surprisingly upfront for both a nobleman and a human. I like this place" Kergan says after Lord Nanther finishes as he struggles to keep a shocked look off his face at the reward being offered.
"Is he one to favour the drink? Maybe him and the other young nobles snuck to the seedy part of town to engage in some 'slumming' activities and it turned out poorly?" the dwarf asks.
s@squ@tch
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Derrenil
Once indoors, the drow throws back the hood of her cloak, revealing her long white hair pulled back into a thick braid running down her back. The red-tinged eyes focus intently on the lord, gauging his reaction.
When the mention of orc raiders is made, her heart races and anger sets in. Her hands involutarily clench and unclench.
She listens intently at the questions proferred by her companions and begins to think along any other avenue untouched by them.
"What use would orc's have for prisoners? Normally they are intent to kill undiscriminately and have no use for ransom. And to kidnap wealthy merchants and power brokers in a large town is not something their kind is known for." She puts extra emphasis on the last part.
"No, this does not make sense. There must be someone pulling the strings who the orcs answer to."
She crosses her arms and begins to rub her chin with her right thumb and index finger while looking around the room.
"Has any information surfaced on where these orcs are raiding from? Perhaps a lead on their hideout or base of operations?"
"Since you are not being targetted specifically -- other houses also are missing scions -- has their been any sharing of information on results of their investigations so far? Who, if anyone, has been working this case for the local constabulary?"
"What you've told us so far does not give us any direction or leads for our detective work -- and to be honest, we are not suited for that role -- as many of us make our homes deep in the forest -- any addtional information you have been holding back will make our task here easier, and speed the return of your son."
Once indoors, the drow throws back the hood of her cloak, revealing her long white hair pulled back into a thick braid running down her back. The red-tinged eyes focus intently on the lord, gauging his reaction.
When the mention of orc raiders is made, her heart races and anger sets in. Her hands involutarily clench and unclench.
She listens intently at the questions proferred by her companions and begins to think along any other avenue untouched by them.
"What use would orc's have for prisoners? Normally they are intent to kill undiscriminately and have no use for ransom. And to kidnap wealthy merchants and power brokers in a large town is not something their kind is known for." She puts extra emphasis on the last part.
"No, this does not make sense. There must be someone pulling the strings who the orcs answer to."
She crosses her arms and begins to rub her chin with her right thumb and index finger while looking around the room.
"Has any information surfaced on where these orcs are raiding from? Perhaps a lead on their hideout or base of operations?"
"Since you are not being targetted specifically -- other houses also are missing scions -- has their been any sharing of information on results of their investigations so far? Who, if anyone, has been working this case for the local constabulary?"
"What you've told us so far does not give us any direction or leads for our detective work -- and to be honest, we are not suited for that role -- as many of us make our homes deep in the forest -- any addtional information you have been holding back will make our task here easier, and speed the return of your son."
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