Legacy of the Silver Dragon: Chapter 1 (Chickens, Demons, and a Missing Girl)

[Binder Fred]

All but Mysthyr

OOC: I'm going to assume this occurs after the "Eliminating the Obvious" bit, right?

"Alright, close this place up, right now. We've got ourselves a wolf among the shepherds themselves. Everyone empty their stuff here on the desk, and I mean everyone." Muzdim orders, and leads with the example, putting his stuff on the desk, even his precious black orb; luckily, only Antares would be expert enough to unearth its secrets, and he could not study it long enough with oh so many other things going on. It was even more pleasant to hide a secret in plain sight.
The dwarf cast his gaze to the door, to see if there is anyone sneaking out.

Antares carefully sets aside Former-Anna's other belongings, in plain sight of all but separate (after making sure all that remain still.. remains, for now), and then does the same, though his list is somewhat longer. First is his belt pouch, with beeswax candles, colourful pieces of chalk, an oddly-shaped pebble of flint, loose coins in silver and copper, a tiny toy bow and the score of tiny arrows that go with it - tied with golden-ended blue string and complicated knots -, a small, thin book smelling faintly of smoke, and a red ruby.

(He blushes slightly, having completely forgotten these two in the excitement of the retelling! "Oh, we found this one down in the tunnels; in what likely was the lair of the slime beast... Should you want to keep it, officer? I don't believe it to be magical." He doesn't sound like the decision matters to him one way or the other. And indeed it mostly doesn't... Though it is a fairly pretty gem. And a memento of his first shared martial victory?

<Response Gregof?>)

Second is his colourful scrollcase, from which he extracts in turn spare parchment sheets of finest quality, his long white quill, the blown-glass ink bottle that now contains a sample of the silvery water, and last, and most carefully laid down indeed, the parchment nest that presently cradles Jorgen's demon bell... And, aside from what he wears and the sword at his belt, that is all. <I'm going to assume >

He turns to look at Stellan, Bosco and officer Gregof, expectant...

OOC: What did Muzdin put on the table besides the orb (and, I'm guessing, his throwing axes), VV? Antares is a curious fellow by nature, as you know, always cataloguing.

OOC: After all, all his booty from their earlier misadventure has already been stashed Up to Gambler, of course, but I don't think this has been described, Whizbang, or has had opportunity to happen if it has and I missed it?

 

[gambler1650]

A couple of OOC notes.. and then will try to do the IC update tomorrow. Busy the past few days!

Antares doesn't feel anything on the desk when he touches it other than the wood... The desk is high enough (and really more of a table than a desk, so it can be looked under easily enough) to not need to lift it to see under it.

And Bosco shouldn't have had time yet to stash the goods from the adventure yet, as he went to Pelor with Myst and Muzdin and then came here.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

... I referenced it several times and thought it was a done deal.

 

[gambler1650]

Whizbang, please if you don't mind, provide the links to the posts that support your position. I can't go back through today on it, but will do so tomorrow and re-evaluate.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Meh, I guess I didn't get to do it. It's just been on my mind since February 13.

464, 484, 500.

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: I need everyone to make a D20 die roll.

OOC: Ok, so Whizbang, if you could give Bosco's reactions in light of the change in his status (or at least the status of what he's carrying), please do.

Gregof raises an eyebrow at being ordered around by Muzdin. Yes, he's a cleric, but certainly not one of high standing in the human community at least in Ascadar. But he shrugs his shoulders and smiles slightly, emptying his pockets onto the table. A few sterlings, a small wooden ball small enough to fit in his hand, and two keys which he leaves conspicuously near him and on a clear area of the table. He watches the table more than the other people but asks Muzdin. "Does that satisfy you?"

Stellan also rummages through his pockets and puts items onto the table, and pulls out the pockets so that they can be seen, and looks around at the others and their efforts to show what they have.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Good, its a fine achievement to be able to trust one another." the cleric states, while still eyeing those who have not put their stuff on the desk.

a 2

 

[Binder Fred]

All eyes turn to Bosco... <I'm going to assume >


OOC: 1d20=10. As average as average can be.

Edit= Oh, and what can Antares tell about that wooden ball of Gregof's, Gambler? Do they have stress-releiving squeeze toys in this period? He'll also take note of the keys (size, colour, maker and other markings, etc); at least what he can tell without actually picking them up or stepping any closer than he already is.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Bosco, who honestly can't remember everything he's put in his pockets -- occupational hazard -- empties them onto the table.

 

[Binder Fred]

"Did we gather all that in the underground?" marvels the elf at the pile of scorched and discoloured coinage... "And yet... No green gem?" <I'm going to assume?> If it has not fallen, is not invisible and none of them have it on their person...

He glances back at Muzdin, the originator of the idea.

OOC: Does Anatares know any stories about vanishing gems, Gambler? (and the ways of making them re-appear, of course )