Industrygothica's "Those Left Behind" [IC]

[Friadoc]

As Rokelsh takes his leave, the man looks down at the halfling. "I find it convenient that you placed your bet at the last minute, just as the human beat that miserable dwarf. Perhaps you were in on it?" He bends down to whisper into Friadoc's ear. "Mind yourself, or you'll find yourself endebted to me, just like your barmaid friend." With a sadistic smirk, the man stands up. "Don't think you'll be paid any winnings, and I'll be keeping your three gold--we'll call it a protection fee." He takes his leave before Friadoc can respond.

"Only a fool threatens a stranger," says Friadoc in a disappointed tone, however he did gain some information that he needed. On his way out, Friadoc stops by Vardi and says, "I think it best I go, for now, as I try not to punch someone the first time I meet them and that man is really weakening my resolve."

 

[industrygothica]

Vardi glares at the man in the plume hat as Friadoc speaks. "He does have that effect on people," she says quietly. She then looks down to the halfling. "You're a good man, I can tell. You shouldn't come back here anymore, but if we ever get the Harpy back, your first mug is on me."

An 'ahem' from not far away steals Vardi's attention, and she quickly leaves to continue her duties.
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Rogash takes a moment to look through and secure his gear. To his surprise, everything seems to be in order.

Rokelsh emerges from the seedy tavern. He notices the dwarf several yards away frantically going through his equipment, presumably to make sure everything is still there.

Friadoc makes his way through the crowd and out of the tavern. The beaten dwarf stands several yards away, and the large human is walking towards him.

[sblock=Rogash]Having been in Irongate for some time, you are aware of the following:

It is believed that the man in the plume hat is a high-ranking officer in a local thieving guild. Activity from that guild has subsided as of late, and rumors are about as to why.

The alchemist disappeared several nights ago, leaving his shop and most of its contents behind. Some say he was abducted, others that he left of his own volition.

There are reportedly strange sounds coming from the sewers at night. Rogash hasn't heard them himself, but he's typically too drunk to care.[/sblock]

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

Seeing his foe from the cage approach, Rogash nods to a shadowy doorway nearby and moves in that direction. He makes an attempt to clean himself up and waits for the big warrior should he choose to join him.

 

[industrygothica]

ooc: This should be a good place for a bit of rp'ing and letting your characters get to know one another.

[sblock=Rogash]Also, should anyone ask, you know that Vardi and her father used to have an inn and tavern of their own up until very recently. For one reason or another, the Hanging Harpy has closed its doors, and Vardi's father has disappeared.[/sblock]

 

[Jemal]

Rokelsh looks around a bit and casually makes his way over to the doorway. Once inside, he looks down at the dwarf. "I hope the events of the evening have not left your body.. or pride.. injured too much?" He sticks out his hand "My name is Rokelsh, I am a warrior and hunter from the desert tribes, and places beyond."

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

Rogash takes the hand in a firm grip and offers up a broad grin. "Well, twas hard on the pride, but like the body, it will heal in time. I suspect that sticking that dandy's fancy hat down his throat would speed the process." He shrugs, "I'm Rogash of Clan Ungart and a former soldier." He gestures at the building they've just departed. "Unfortunately, our friend in the hat is an important member of the Thieves guild here in Irongate, or at least that's what I hear. The good news is they seem to have fallen on hard times, or at least have cut back on their activities. So maybe they have problems we could exploit if revenge is to your liking. On the way out it looked like we weren't the only ones to find they didn't like our friend in the hat."

 

[Jemal]

Rokelsh nods his head, looking around and wondering where the halfling from the bar went."Aye, and If I know the little folks, he should be speaking up rather soon. They tend to be rather curious little sneaks, though more honourable and dependable than their larger counterparts. I wouldn't be surprised if he's allready been listening in on our conversation."

[sblock=OOC]
Friadoc? Wanna prove Rokelsh right?
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[Friadoc]

Friadoc leans out from the side of the doorway, it's obvious that he is one of those who help promote stereotypes of halfling stealth.

"Well, you are both rather large," says Friadoc with a half-smile. "Although I'm more fair tempered than some, I would definitely like to see that man take a fall from the lofty heights his ego has taken him."

"It would be just and right," states Friadoc. "Vardi seems a nice enough girl and shouldn't be kept under the thumb of anyone." With a mischievous twinkle to his eye, the whipcord lean halfling adds, "Although I don't know what the Harpy is, I'm sure it'd bring a smile to her eye to return it to her and her own."

"I'm Friadoc of Chat'An," says the halfling, in way of introduction, however he is still leaning just inside the doorway.

OOC

Okay, Friadoc has stayed in the doorway as he is still hiding (using his skill and his elvish cloak) from outward observers, in that the two large guys make a nice additional distraction from his off to the side position.

Also, while talking with the two, Friadoc is keeping his eyes peeled as he does not underestimate the egotistically plumed man's cunning.

Friadoc's totals for Hide is +11 and Spot is +7.

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

"Good to meet you Friadoc. If you didn't overhear, I'm Rogash of Clan Ungart. As to poor Vardi, she and her father had a much better place to do one's drinking called the 'Hanging Harpy'." He shakes his head sadly, "I don't know the details, but Vardi's father is missing and the Harpy has shut down. That's the only reason I was in that hellhole." He jerks a thumb at the bar they so recently departed.

 

[industrygothica]

Friadoc remains well hidden as the conversation moves forward. The sun has fully set and the light of the moon is filtered through autumn clouds; the smell of rain is in the air.

A whistling and a jingling grab the trio's attention, and Friadoc and Rogash recognize Kavros's large form stagger toward Crimson Dagger. Apparently he's started his drunk somewhere else and only decided to finish it off at the Dagger. You hope that he's actually finished his shift and not abandoned his post all together.