[LPF] The Inheritance

[soulnova]

"Thank you very much" Damaris nods to the old woman as she looks back to the common area. Once she's far, Damaris looks at Tasanto and Tyrion. "Yes, I think I'll never complain about Venza's accommodation again... at least for a while" she whisper to them. "*sigh* I don't think it would be wise to perform a nice little song to cheer this place up, right? Too much attention to ourselves" she says this just a little frustrated. She would certainly love to make a big performance, but alas, this is not the time or place...

 

[Systole]

Mister Dickens hisses at the child, readying himself for a leap. The dwarf waggles a finger at the giant rat, and the creature stops in place, its beady red eyes still fixated hatefully on their would-be guide. "Yes, the farmer's turnips required a large contingent of guards due to bandit activity on the roads," Cavernous Hode announces. "Bandits which have been targeting vegetable shipments. However, Cavernous Hode's throat is parched and now he would like to share a frothy beverage with some associates at the Blind King. Associates who are also guards, of course," he adds, struck by a sudden bolt of inspiration. "Yes, guards is what they are as well. And they came into the city because they were guarding a completely different shipment of ... of ... of parsnips!"

The dwarf smiles happily at the Thuvian, obviously quite proud of his on-the-spot thinking.

 

[sunshadow21]

Thuvian hides a wince as he shakes his head. "Don't mind him or the rat. Both of them have taken one too many lumps to the head. They're good in a fight though, so the boss keeps them around. Here's a few silver if you can take us to the Blind King and fill us in on any of the main spots in town along the way."

 

[soulnova]

After bathing (and scrubbing) Damaris will dress on her best clothes and come to the common area to chit-chat with the inn keeper (if she is not too busy). She will ask about interesting places to visit, the temples of the Lady of Sorrow and any tips about safety (places to avoid; if guards might take bribery to leave her alone)... "after all, my mother always told me a young lady like me always needs to look at her back when traveling."

Diplomacy
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4049206/
1d20+7 → [18,7] = (25)

 

[GlassEye]

[sblock=OOC]Sorry, falling asleep at my keyboard. I'll get an update up later today after I've had a bit of sleep.

What is Tyrion and Tasanto up to while Damaris bathes and chats up the innkeeper?[/sblock]

 

[Satin Knights]

Tasanto is dressed in a simple shirt, pants, backpack and sandals. He is following Damaris around two steps behind and one to the left, playing the dutiful and quiet servant. The longhammer is stored in the room until we know where we are going where it might be useful.

 

[soulnova]

[sblock] I have to travel today for a family emergency. I might be back on sunday. sorry[/sblock]

 

[jackslate45]

Tyrion keeps his armor on, but only brings his wicked looking sword with him, and his dagger in his sleve. He keeps a careful eye on the rest of the inn, making sure no one is watching them too carefully.

Perception 1d20+5=14

 

[GlassEye]

Thuvian & Cavernous Hode

When Mister Dickens hisses at the boy the boy jumps back a couple of steps and looks ready to whirl and take off down the dark side street. Something stays his flight, however, and he when he turns to look back Cavernous Hode's rambling discourse and Thuvian's reassurances manage to keeping him from completely bolting. "You should keep that thing on a leash," says the boy holding his unlit torch between him and the rat like a shield. Reluctantly turning away from Mister Dickens the boy continues with a brief grin. "I know the 'King. My da drinks there."

Thuvian's silver vanishes in a quick motion of the boy's hand and the boy turns and heads into the side street chattering on about the city with only an occasional worried glance towards Mister Dickens. "It's dark here all the time. Darker even at night. My da don't let me go out at night. He says things from the ruin are restless at night. Um, so, there's the ruin but it ain't legal to go there. You can see some of it from a tall building if you want but it's just broken down buildings. It's always dark like night behind the wall there. I like to go to the market. It's back the other way. The Temple of Night." He shrugs. "It's built in the wall around the ruins. Not much else I can think of."

The boy makes his way through the darkened alleys without need of his torch. He clearly knows the streets well and it isn't long before he stands outside an old stone building and motions towards an alcove filled with a broken bronze bust of what can only be the Blind King. He reaches up and rubs the bust's nose before stepping over to the door next to the alcove and disappearing inside.

Following after the boy, the inside of the Blind King seems bright after the dimness of the street. A few blinks allow eyes to readjust and scan the room. The place is not full by any reckoning of the word with only half a dozen patrons sitting at the bar or nearby. One man sits alone at a table a bit farther away from the bar than anyone else and turns his pewter mug nervously in the condensation that has formed a wet ring on the table. He stops his nervous motion when Thuvian and Cavernous Hode enter and stares blinking with an expression oddly similar to the boy's when he was about to bolt.


. . . . . . . Viktor . . . . . . .. . . . . The Blind King . . . . .. . . . Nervous Man . . . .

 

[GlassEye]

Damaris, Tasanto, & Tyrion

Damaris hasn't even gotten out the word 'Sorrows' when the old innkeeper's hand flashes out quick as a viper and places three grimy fingers across Damaris' lips. Her eyes are wide with fear as she hisses, "Do not say the name! You would bring the Night down upon us with your careless words!" As quickly the woman removes her fingers from Damaris' lips, forces a smile across her own lips and glances about the nearly empty room to see if any others noticed the exchange. Seemingly satisfied and calmed by Damaris' winning manner she continues. "You can call me Mags, dearie. And you are correct, a lady must watch her back when traveling but you have Strong and Dashing to watch it for you." She winks and grins at Tyrion and Tasanto. Mags goes serious again. "That other thing is one thing you must never say here. It is too dangerous.

Now you asked about our city. You've seen the market and I don't have to tell you that the market has seen better days; you can see that for yourself. I'm sure you've heard tell of the Ruin of Sumbru and the Temple of Night that looms over it. Shades of the dead walk within and you'd be best turning your pretty little head to other things, like these nice boys you have with you. If you choose to ignore Old Mags' advice and do get into trouble then you'd best read the guard well: the guard is mostly lackeys serving the inquisitors, some are fanatical to the Night but there are many who would take a coin to look the other way, yes.

Can I bring you some tea?"

Tyrion keeps one eye on the small number of patrons within Market House and while the newcomers initially attracted a fair amount of long looks they've all gone back to their own murmured conversations, meals, and drinks. None that he can see are keeping surreptitious tabs on the three of them.


. . . . . . Old Mags . . . . . .

[sblock=OOC]No need to apologize, soulnova. I hope everything turns out ok for you and your family.[/sblock]