[LPF] The Inheritance

[Satin Knights]

"Well, I got plenty of rope and a small tent, so a tarp is covered." Looking in his coin purse, only 24 coins, of which two out of three are silver. "I don't have enough to get that scroll I mentioned earlier. Not that we would find if out here in this noisy market."

"You worried about the dwarf bringing home more pets?" he says with a smile.
[sblock=ooc]Yes, purchases are all recorded in the Mystic Pearl thread, even if you are not visiting the Pearl per se. Well, the Whispers in the Night thread is the exception to that rule.

Tasanto has 250' of rope, 200' of twine, a haversack, saddlebags, and a small tent that can be used as a tarp. So, those parts are covered. With only 16.8 gp, he cannot afford the scroll himself. We might be able to use Molnar's cart to leave. That way, strangers are not purchasing "moving equipment" and we look less suspicious. So, if we skip the scroll, we are probably ready to breach the wall.[/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

Initially the crowd, attention fully directed forward to the food distribution, ignores Cavernous Hode and doesn't move aside. Mister Dickens sinks teeth into whatever bits of anatomy that get too close to his nose eliciting startled yelps of pain, curses, and a slow shift in the crowd. People push against those behind them in an effort to escape snapping teeth but close up again soon after they pass leaving the group in a bubble that slowly makes its way to the wagon where Molnar and Katalin are working. The crowd expresses their irritation with a growing rumble that looks like it could easily turn darker with little extra provocation. A pair of guards stationed near the wagon to maintain the peace glare towards Cavernous Hode and begin pushing their own way towards the dwarf.

Molnar, fully occupied with the task of bundling up vegetables, looks up confused but quickly fixes on Damaris' comments with a shake of his head. "This'll be done in half a day, by my guess. But I don't want my boy in that jail one moment longer than necessary. If'n you could get him out and set up in my room in the inn I'd be indebted to you. Sooner we can finish business, get your gear loaded up and get out of town the happier I'll be." A warning word from the guildsman working with Molnar and the farmer glances quickly about pointedly lingering on the guardsmen. "You best go now."

[sblock=OOC]Feel free to perform your tasks in whatever order you wish.[/sblock]


. . . . . . . Molnar . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Katalin . . . . . . .

 

[soulnova]

"Yeah, better go to that first. " Damaris nods and motions the others to head to the jail and resolve this little mission before heading into the big one. Before entering the place, she will use some of her perfume to give her an edge to make the guards are little more friendly.


"Good day sir," she gives the guard a small courtesy and a delicate smile "I'm looking for a young lad that goes by the name of Benedek. I'm a family friend of his. I heard he was here and I was certainly surprised. Would you be so kind to let me talk to him or perhaps would you be able to tell me what is the problem he got into?"

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*Includes +1 Perfume and +1 Charismatic*
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[/URL]1d20+9 → [13,9] = (22)


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[jackslate45]

Tyrion halts a moment, unsure to either help the dwarf, or stay and protect the girl just in case they turn sour. Deciding that the horned wizard was more adept at handeling the dwarf then he was, Tyrion moves to at Damaris' side.

Once Damaris asked about Benedek, Tyrion shot a sideways glance at the girl, hopefully wishing she knew what she was doing.

 

[Systole]

The dwarf gives the farmer an exaggerated, conspiratorial wink. "What? No tawny deathcaps in stock? How is Cavernous Hode to make a poultice? Pfaugh! The nerve. The audactity. The pure, unadulterated sass! He is leaving!" He begins making his way back out of the marketplace.

 

[sunshadow21]

Thuvian just shakes his head and follows the dwarf, content to let the others do the talking with the guards. While not particularly afraid of most authority, he also wasn't overly keen about approaching them either.

 

[Satin Knights]

Tasanto follows Damaris as a dutiful servant, working at being relaxed and resisting the urge to tense up for battle.

 

[GlassEye]

The crowd jostles Damaris and Tasanto though they are more cautious about bumping Thuvian, Tyrion, and Cavernous Hode bearing Mister Dickens. Exiting the crowd is easier as well, since it is obvious they are not trying to push ahead of the crowds of people to get food. And despite the dark looks received while pushing up to Molnar and the wagon the group has an easier time than the guards following after: the crowd seems to surge and shift in just such a way that it hinders the guards' progress while giving the group of adventurers just enough space to squeeze through. By the time the group breaks free of the crowd the guard is still some distance behind and unlikely to catch up.

Quickly moving through the narrow, winding streets Damaris and her escort soon arrive at the guard post where, according to their information, Molnar's son, Benedek, is being held. The guard scowls and looks uneasily at the men escorting Damaris but with Damaris' request he turns back to the bard. "Miss, I can't let you into the cells." His gaze moves away as if he is considering her other request before he returns his attention to Damaris. "The prisoner was caught agitating against the state religion and was in possession of icons of false gods. There's nothing I can do for you..."

"Perhaps, I can help?" asks a quiet baritone voice as a door opens and a tall solidly built man enters the room from deeper in the guard post.

The man is barely taller than Tyrion, though about six inches shorter than Tasanto when he is in cattaur form. He is solidly built with the full face of a man who has plenty to eat and his clothing is well made. The thick, gold links of chain that hang about his neck further identify him as a man of means. If you were back in Venza you might think this man a member of a noble house or a merchant clan. All question about his status is removed when he introduces himself.

"I am Inquisitor Vanembrel. Now, perhaps you would like to start again." He makes a small motion with one hand indicating that Damaris should proceed. "I'm afraid I missed your original query."


. Inquisitor Vanembrel .

 

[soulnova]

"Oh, thank you, sir. You are very kind to help me." Damaris smiles and keeps her cool "I was passing by through the city when I learned the son of a family friend of mine had been taken into custody. I was trying to get some of the details about it. His name is Benedek. The good man here mentioned something about agitating against religion?" she looks distraught. "Is there anything we can do to bring him back to his family? The farm is seeing some hard times on bringing enough food to the city as it is."


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Diplomacy (+ 1 charming+ 1 perfume)
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4104193/
1d20+9 → [20,9] = (29) (HOLY COW)[/sblock]

She states the obvious: Without Benedek helping back on his farm, food might be scarcer for a longer time in the market and that would mean lots of unhappy people on the streets and much more problems on the city.


"Is there a fine? Perhaps I can talk to him. He's very impressionable and maybe got in the wrong company. I could put some sense into him if you allow me"



[sblock=Ministats]

Damaris - Bard lvl 2
HP 14/14
Init +3
AC 16 | Touch 13 | FF 13
CMB+2 | CMD 15
Saves: F+1 | R+7 | W+3


INIT +3
Perception +4 | Sense Motive -1/7* (Versatile Performance) | Bluff 2/7* (Ver.Per) (+1 vs Males)
Diplomacy +7 (+1 vs males)


Shortbow +4 (1d6)
Longsword +3 (1d8+3) (Two-handed)
Sling +4 (1d4+2)


Bardic Performance: 8/8 day


Cantrips: Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Read Magic, Ghost Sound, Jolt.
Spells: Lvl1 Grease, Sleep, 1/day.
Spell-like ability: Message 1/day.


Combat Feats: Point Blank Shot, Rapid Shot.


Consumables: Oil, Perfume, Firework Paper Candle (2), Vermin Repellent, Trial Rations (4), Normal Arrows (16).[/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

Vanembrel tilts his head and watches Damaris as she speaks. His brow is furrowed in thought and when she finishes he smiles though the expression in his eyes is flat and disturbingly blank. He turns to the guard on duty. "Sergeant, go prepare Benedek for travel. We'll turn custody over to Miss... I'm sorry, what was your name, again?"

The sergeant gapes at Inquisitor Vanembrel then catches himself and pulls himself together. He gives Vanembrel a nod and mutters acknowledgement of his orders as he snatches a ring of keys from behind the counter then exits through a door that obviously leads to the holding cells.

"I have spoken with Benedek... extensively, and I believe this matter is just as you have stated it: the influence of bad company on a young, somewhat gullible, man. Hard work on his father's farm will surely keep him out of trouble. I expect you'll make sure of it, will you not?"


. Inquisitor Vanembrel .