[IK] Corvis U. Discreet Investigation & Retrieval Union: Last DM Post 1/8 14:45 EST

[Blue_Genie]

Ooc Information

OOC: It is generally rumored that Sarr Ratu's house of gaming not only has your run-of-the-mill card, bones, and dice games but also has a betting ring for blood sports. They are tolerated by the city, and have become popular since the Corvis Arena (and its gladiatorial fights) were shut down after King Leto Raelthorne's ascension. That's about all you know from general knowledge, as none of you has ever seen them. I made a Knowledge (local) roll for taitzu52, but he didn't do too well.

 

[Slippshade]

Alanna Morwyn (2 lvl Gun Mage/1 lvl Arcane Mechanik)

Speaking to Alain in a low voice Alanna replys, "Don't get too outraged at this, but the rumours I have heard, say after King Leto shut down the Corvis Arena, some of its bloodsports went underground. I am guessing that "the fights" are where some of these games continue. The Bet'n'bar is likely where the wagering takes place."

(ooc) I used the comment above as general knowledge. If that is wrong I will delete the post. (/ooc)

 

[Bobitron]

Alain nods, pursing his lips. "I have heard of these events. Well, if the city is willing to turn a blind eye, there is little that can be done, as distasteful as it may be."

 

[Blue_Genie]

The male servant opens the metal door and leads you through it into a much larger room. It is roughly rectuangular in shape and has a barrel-vaulted ceiling, covered in an off-white mortar. The floor is made of dark flagstone, and many torches, which are set at regular intervals along the walls, provide shadowy light. An enormous iron furnace is set into the wall just to your right, emiting a strong, wet heat. Steam can be seen rising from countless valves and joints. Numerous ducts and pipes run off of it, snaking along the walls, presumably proving warmth to the rest of the large, underground chamber. In the middle of this room is a small wooden structure with a heavy, red woolen curtain covering the entrance.

To your left, the room slopes down in a tier-like fashion. Wooden benches are placed on these steps, surrounding some kind of arena, which is set even lower. You are currently too far away from the edge to see what it holds.

To your right is a fenced-off area. A few men are gathered here, who seem to be watching something interesting going on in the pen in front of them.

In the opposite corner from which you entered, on the far side of the wooden structure towards which you are heading, is another pit A few mean can be seen standing around it, talking amongst themselves.

The servant leads you toward the middle of the room. He approaches the curtained entrance of the small, wooden structure, and steps aside to let you through. "This way, please," he says pulling aside the curtain to let you in.

 

[Bobitron]

Alain looks around the room, unable to completely remove the look of disgust on his face.

Why would she meet us here? This hardly seems a sensible place.

Leaning in close to Harlan, Alain quietly whispers, "I have little trust in this situation. Keep your wits about you." He loosens the holsters that hold his brace of pistols, giving a silent prayer to Morrow that he will not have to fire them in anger for the second time this month.

 

[Slippshade]

Alanna Morwyn

Alanna followed the servant threw the large metal door, into "the fights." There was a small crowd, but the night had just started. Thankful that the servant was moving them towards the small structure in the middle of the room and not towards the men surrounding the pens. Though of noble upbringing, Alanna had seen more of the country than the city before she came to Corvis. She was hardly squeemish, animals in the country were food not pets, but she could guess what would be happening with the things locked in those cages later in the evening and to see it up close would be uncomfortable. Alanna turned her attention to the structure that the servant was leading them towards.

(ooc) Spot and Listen check for anything out of the ordinary.(/ooc)

When the servant held the curtain aside for her, she lowered her head slightly and ducked in. Her right hand never straying to far from the handle of her Magelock Pistol. Moving father into the structure to make way for her friends Alanna surveyed what lay before her.

(ooc) I will edit this last part of the post if Alanna sees or hears anything odd on her Spot and Listen checks. (/ooc)

 

[taitzu52]

Leaning in close to Harlan, Alain quietly whispers, "I have little trust in this situation. Keep your wits about you."

"I make it a point to never get caught off guard, my friend.", Harlan says with a wink. He leans his head in past the curtain, and surveys the room before he leads his companions in. Harlan knows damn well where his pistol is.

 

[Krug]

Marthasa stretches, eager to get to the destination. Hopefully I can get a room later and have a warm bath, she thinks to herself.

 

[Karl Green]

Alaios O'Aodh, human sorcerer

Alsios follows along... liking this place less and less...

 

[Khairn]

Cormyck frowns as he watches the man leave the bar. Something smells worse than a gobber in heat, he thought to himself.

Taking a sip from his drink he glances around the Hall and begins to slowly edge over towards the stairs. As he takes one more glance around the room, he he falters as he see's a familiar Khadoran walk into the Hall and approach Cosgrove.

"Oh bloody hell." Cormyck mutters to himself.

Turning to the side so that his face is partially hidden, Cormyck watches out of the corner of his eye as the Khadoran's speak briefly to the manager of the Hall and then head down the stairs.

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<ooc> Post altered to reflect actual events.