IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 2

[Shayuri]

"Then it's decided," Talashia announces with a note of finality.

"We'll go to the magistrate, tell the authorities of the situation and offer our services in the crisis. Once we've negotiated fair price for those services, we'll work out which of the potions and scrolls to sell. Then those of you who want to use those funds can do so...and then we'll meet, say, at the town square and see where we are."

"Agreed?"

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP35/35

"Sounds like an excellent plan to me! Let us be about it, then."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Ive got a bad feeling about this"

*beelllch*

Caerwyn takes a last swig of ale and as he stands , he checks all of his belongings to ensure he has every thing. he will then try to ger to the door first to ensure it is safe to exit.

 

[industrygothica]

The barmaid happily points you in the direction of the Magistrate's office, not that Rogash didn't already know.

[sblock=Scotley]Scotley, I hope you're still with us! Since Rogash has been in Irongate for quite some time, he's perfectly familiar with both the carnival and the magistrate; and both have illusions of grandeur. The magistrate is not necessarily an unfair man, unless it will allow him a performance of some sort.[/sblock]

A large window overlooks the square from the Magistrate's office, and as you step up on the wooden porch you can hear a thick, hearty guffaw echo from the small room within. The voices inside are loud, but friendly, like dear old friends catching up over a drink or five.

You peek through the curtainless window and see a squat, stout little man standing behind the desk. Indeed, there is a stein in his chubby hand.

The man with his back to the window is obviously more graceful in appearance, though you can't see his face. He's tall and thin, and his posture suggests a hint of nobility, whether or not there is any. The shape of his ears confirm his half-elven origin, but it's the large, white-plumed hat perched upon his head that commands attention.

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP35/35

Uulark will say to the first footman that he sees, "We have business with His Grace the Magistrate today. Can you tell me, please, is he receiving audiences today? If so, who do we see about getting on his list of appointments?" Uulark also makes a show of "covertly" slipping the footman a silver piece.

 

[industrygothica]

Uulark will say to the first footman that he sees, "We have business with His Grace the Magistrate today. Can you tell me, please, is he receiving audiences today? If so, who do we see about getting on his list of appointments?" Uulark also makes a show of "covertly" slipping the footman a silver piece.

"Aye," the man says with a wink. "I'll get ye on the list, don't ye be worryin'." He quietly slips the coin into a pocket and heads around toward the back of the building.

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

OOC: [sblock]I'm still around, just overworked lately.[/sblock]

Talking in a low voice Rogash confides in the others, "Our Magistrate likes a chance to make a proud show. I think we'll do better with him if we play up the prospect of a showy announcement that his leadership has saved the city."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"that sounds like a sound idea. but Uulark, I bet a silver you will never see the results of that silver you just lost." says caerwyn, with a quick wink. he will pull out a silver and palms it, in hopes he is wrong.

 

[Friadoc]

"Frakkin' plumes," mutters Buurt to himself and his allies near him. "They always have plumes, I don't know which is worse, the fickled mob or the one holdin' its leash."

 

[Leif]

Uulark Simental, Cleric7, AC18,FF15,T13, HP35/35

"that sounds like a sound idea. but Uulark, I bet a silver you will never see the results of that silver you just lost." says caerwyn, with a quick wink. he will pull out a silver and palms it, in hopes he is wrong.

"We shall see, my Dear Caerwyn. We shall see," says Uualrk with a wink. "But, you know, not EVERYone is as uncivilized and crass as you are."