Knightmares of Khorvaire

[Zweischneid]

"Do we know where the Inn is?"

'Yes, yes, we do. Straight ahead and than take the fourth to the right.'
Lynx growls in under his breath while turning back towards Zook.

'But maybe we shouldn't let everyone know where we are headed after we announced our arrival so clearly at the city gates!'

Suspicious of the milling crowd, Lynx carefully scans the people near him for shady subjects who might be observing the Knightmares.

((Search d20[7]+5= 12 / Spot d20[8]+7= 15))

 

[DEFCON 1]

Tyler motions to get everyone together in a circle so that he might adress them all. Lynx and Lyran step right up to him, although Kolarred waits for a second or two to verify with the guard that Zook is free to go. The halfling gives the paladin the once-over, then nods in agreement to the request that Zook be released under Kolarred's cognizance. Zook flashes the guard his lopsided grin once more, then he and the paladin join in the circle.

'I have to agree with Lynx here, everybody. It is important that we maintain a low profile. We have no idea if anyone we come across is a member of the Emerald Claw. I do not think we will be so lucky as to have every member bearing a tattoo identifying them as such.'

Lynx throws another look around the bustling crowd to see if anyone is paying them any mind. Nothing or no one draws his attention, so he refocuses on the House Orien member.

'The way I see it, we have a couple things we need to deal with. First, we have to meet our contact at the Inn. Someone should head there presently to get the story of what the next phase of our mission is. However, we also do have the problem of the waystation still being without any attendants there. This is also a House Orien problem, as I believe the station is under House control. I really should check in with the House here to alert them to this. Thus there are two things of import that we need to deal with. We should determine what our course of action will be for both these things. Anyone have any opinions, or have anything else they need to do while we are here?'

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OOC: Each player received 100XP for the guardsman encounter.

 

[DarkMaster]

"I suggest we go meet your contact and we let him know about the waystation. He can then report that to his superior who will take an action for that. I know Sir D'Orien that you care about your house but we shouldn't be overly concerned with this minor maintenance issue, when there are evil priest lurking around and the Emerald claw preparing something."

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

"After all, the indication are that the Emerald Claw had everything to do with the Waystation's depopulated state, and tracking down their movements will go a long way to ensuring that nothing of the kind happens in this region again. As for keeping a low profile, let's be prefectly honest: We can't. I am very obviously and proudly a Templar of The Silver FLame. There are only so many of us who dare show our faces in Karrnath, and those who do are inevitably watched like hawks. My mere presence ruins any chance we have at a low profile..."

Lyren pauses thoughtfully for a moment and then turns to Zook "I think I understand why it was your first instinct to appear human Zook. People tend to treat changelings as thieves the minute they know you are a changling...just as they tend to look at me twice simply because I hear the voice of the Flame. But this is not the time for the musings of a distracted mind...where shall we stable the horses? Does this Inn we are meeting at have facilities?"

 

[Zweischneid]

"I suggest we go meet your contact and we let him know about the waystation. He can then report that to his superior who will take an action for that. I know Sir D'Orien that you care about your house but we shouldn't be overly concerned with this minor maintenance issue, when there are evil priest lurking around and the Emerald claw preparing something."

'Well, thats as sound a plan as any I guess.'
Lynx absentmindedly agrees. Mainly the Shifter is looking forward to get off the horse.

After pausing to stretch himself in the saddle, trying to get a glance of the longed for Inn, Lynx adds.
'I doubt though we can save much time by splitting up Sir D'Orien. Neither will your fathers contact.. a Lady she is I believe Sir Kolarred.. talk to us without you present Sir Tyler, nor would one of us others achieve much useful at House Oriens local agency without your sigil.'

Shruggin noncommittal, Lynx turns to face the mounted Knights.
'If the Lady at the Golden Embers cannot report the abandoned waystation, we will just have to take care of that afterwards. I don't think that an hour more or less without an attendant will change much out there.'

..just as they tend to look at me twice simply because I hear the voice of the Flame.

'I.. so.. you kinda hear it talking to you all the way from...'
Biting his tonque once more, Lynx quickly shuts up and inwardly scolds himself once again for his loose mouth.

'Not very damn likely that they'd allow a Shifter into Flamekeep to study that thing I suppose.'
he very, very quietly growls to himself a bit later.

 

[Tor L'Tha]

Zook

“We should get to the Inn quickly, the most obvious of us should get a table and others take over the talking” he sees over to Lyren ”I know all about it, onetime I was just admiring the beauty of a lady, and elf lady I must say, and i was accused for planing rob her.” “I was just admiring her!”
He then looks on Lynx “We three should take tables in the Inn, we are obviously not from here, we could sit in ear range for the conversation that Tyler and Koralled eventually is going to have” “What do you say?” he looks on all.

 

[DEFCON 1]

The group gathers themselves together and begins walking north for the few blocks before turning to the right. As they walk, they notice quite a few halflings throughout the streets... more than you'd ordinarily see in a non-halfling community. It's only through more careful observation that the evidence of Jorasco dragonmarks becomes prominent.

After about 15 minutes of walking, the group comes upon the Inn of the Golden Embers. It is a three-story building built exceedingly well from all appearances, and set back about twenty feet from the road. Everbright lanterns hang every few feet on tall posts, the tavern on the first floor towards the back has it's own patio for outdoor feasting, and the grounds hold a very nice garden with a wonderful dolphin fountain. Directly across the street is a large stable wherein all manner of mount can be stored (incuding a skylit area for flying mounts). The overall impression is that this is one of the more well-to-do areas of Vedykar. What this also tells the group is that this job is important enough to House Orien that they're willing to spring for the group to come (and presumably stay) here for the night.

The sun burns overhead (being approximately 2:00 or so in the afternoon, and the party has stopped right in front of the Golden Ember's green hedge that protects it's front yard.

 

[Zweischneid]

Overtly glad to finally get off the stubborn horse, Lynx jumps from the saddle and stretches exaggeratedly to show his relief.

'Nice place.'
the Shifter notes

'..far to nice a place for truculent beast like you I guess'
he adds, patting his mount forgivingly. Still, glancing around Lynx searches for a stablehand that would rid him of his horse better sooner than later.
((Search d20[1] - bleh.. I just rolled for the heck of it, but I'd thought I'd let you know))

We three should take tables in the Inn, we are obviously not from here, we could sit in ear range for the conversation that Tyler and Koralled eventually is going to have” “What do you say?”

Still somewhat disgruntled by Zooks ceaseless sneakiness, the often shunned Shifter growls.
'Do.. do you think that necessary? I mean, we are here on official business of the House.. are we not? It would be the agents right to distrust us, not for us to distrust him. If we try to fool him it might cost us the likely last ally we are to meet for quite a while as things stand right now.'

 

[Tor L'Tha]

Still somewhat disgruntled by Zooks ceaseless sneakiness, the often shunned Shifter growls.
'Do.. do you think that necessary? I mean, we are here on official business of the House.. are we not? It would be the agents right to distrust us, not for us to distrust him. If we try to fool him it might cost us the likely last ally we are to meet for quite a while as things stand right now.'

“Yes you probably right, i think i been in business too long, add to that that I do not like so populated places." "Forgive me Lynx I'm being to suspicious off everything and everybody.” “Can I take that for you?” he indicates the horse “I can sure find the stabelboy” Search Roll(1d20)+8:15,+8 Total:23
“Lyren please be a good man and correct me you too if you notice that I'm out of line, i must learn this social skills city folks have, one way or another”

Zook looks up to the sky “Is it going to rain more?”

 

[Zweischneid]

“Can I take that for you?”

'Yes, yes.. thank you Zook.'
Lynx quickly responds, freeing himself finally of the responsibility of his horse.

'Let's see what this place has to offer. Sure looks like it would hold his own in some of the better districts of Sharn.'

Purring with the prospect of fine food and drink, the Shifter graps his bags and heads for the door.