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Phaeton's Falcons
- Thread starter Craw Hammerfist
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Lot
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Gurv looks at the companions who volunteered to accompany him.
"I'd appreciate your help. I'm pretty good at getting to the heart of most matters on my own but, in a strange town, I like to have some backup if I accidentally ask the wrong person the wrong question. Plus, I like to get to know the people I'm working with and I find initial conversations work best over a cup of ale. We know who owns the warehouse officially but I want to know what the local bosses and guild associates think about this warehouse. See if some new organization is chiselling in on the action. If there are stolen goods, there are usually fences to move the merchandise. If those items are not being fenced locally, we'll probably know after tonight."
[sblock=OOC]I'm not sure whether Craw wants to roleplay this tavern/underworld crawl or make a few rolls and tell us what we learn. I'm up for either.[/sblock]
"I'd appreciate your help. I'm pretty good at getting to the heart of most matters on my own but, in a strange town, I like to have some backup if I accidentally ask the wrong person the wrong question. Plus, I like to get to know the people I'm working with and I find initial conversations work best over a cup of ale. We know who owns the warehouse officially but I want to know what the local bosses and guild associates think about this warehouse. See if some new organization is chiselling in on the action. If there are stolen goods, there are usually fences to move the merchandise. If those items are not being fenced locally, we'll probably know after tonight."
[sblock=OOC]I'm not sure whether Craw wants to roleplay this tavern/underworld crawl or make a few rolls and tell us what we learn. I'm up for either.[/sblock]
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Craw Hammerfist
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Phaeton rises and thanks the group:"Thank you all. I knew I could count on you. I will leave it to you to proceed as you think best. Keep me informed when things develop."
ooc: Gurv, accompanied by at least Vyleya and Roland, heads out to gather information. Ickle heads to get some shuteye in anticipation of a stakeout. Livingston and Deric are as yet undecided.
[sblock=Gurv]After an afternoon of asking around, you are finally directed to a small time fence named Kelo. He knows nothing of any specific warehouse contents, but he can tell you that for a small fee, anyone can find out what warehouses are empty and roughly how long they will be empty. It is easy enough to simply appropriate a warehouse for a few weeks. He has heard about a large shipment to be fenced, but he has a low opinion of the deal. "This deal smells. These fools don't get it. You can't dump a warehouse full of goods in a few weeks without takin coppers on the gold, leastways not in a place the size of Arabel. Maybe Waterdeep or Calimsham, but not here. Ain't nobody got that kind of coin layin' around. What am I gonna do with three wagon loads of fur? It would take me years to fence those here! The market for furs is in Suzail. I am not goin' to Suzail with a load of stolen furs. Not with the Purple Dragons and the war wizards looking up everbody's skirts lately.[/sblock]
ooc: Gurv, accompanied by at least Vyleya and Roland, heads out to gather information. Ickle heads to get some shuteye in anticipation of a stakeout. Livingston and Deric are as yet undecided.
[sblock=Gurv]After an afternoon of asking around, you are finally directed to a small time fence named Kelo. He knows nothing of any specific warehouse contents, but he can tell you that for a small fee, anyone can find out what warehouses are empty and roughly how long they will be empty. It is easy enough to simply appropriate a warehouse for a few weeks. He has heard about a large shipment to be fenced, but he has a low opinion of the deal. "This deal smells. These fools don't get it. You can't dump a warehouse full of goods in a few weeks without takin coppers on the gold, leastways not in a place the size of Arabel. Maybe Waterdeep or Calimsham, but not here. Ain't nobody got that kind of coin layin' around. What am I gonna do with three wagon loads of fur? It would take me years to fence those here! The market for furs is in Suzail. I am not goin' to Suzail with a load of stolen furs. Not with the Purple Dragons and the war wizards looking up everbody's skirts lately.[/sblock]
PhoenixAsh
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Vyleya nods initially at Livingston's reasoning, but pauses as Gurv has his say. Releasing her halberd to rest against the chair again, she takes a slow breath. "I'm not much good with subtleties and sweet words. But I can keep my place. If the halberd is too much, I'll leave it behind." She draws a short sword half way from its sheathe at her belt, the hilt of the blade just barely clearing the fold of her cloak, before sliding it back. "I can still make an account of myself if the need arises, if you'll trust my company. Some ale or mead would be nice, anyways," she smiles.
She nods, again very sharp and military when Phaeton dismisses them, "Thank you for your trust, M'Lord." She will accompany Gurv, stopping back at their residence only if directed to leave her halberd behind.
She nods, again very sharp and military when Phaeton dismisses them, "Thank you for your trust, M'Lord." She will accompany Gurv, stopping back at their residence only if directed to leave her halberd behind.
ethandrew
First Post
While Gurv, Vylela, and Roland go out to find some information, Livingston will find the local temple of Kelemvor, however small it my be, and establish some contacts, pray a little, and have a small meal. Afterwards, he will head back to the house and relax in the common room, milking a few drinks, waiting for his companions to get back. He has taken off his cloak and backpack, as well as his breastplate, making him looking like a normal halfling, assuming one ever existed.
s@squ@tch
First Post
Deric had to stifle a chortle when he saw the halfing's bowing routine.
This should be an entertaining group, Deric thinks to himself.
"Although I am not one well versed in stealth and gathering information -- from people, I will accompany you three to see if I can lend a hand, and get to know you all, as we may be spending large amounts of time together in the near future. (Gurv, Roland, and Vylela) As you have most obviously guessed, my aptitudes lie toward things arcane. "
"My first thoughts on this venture would be to locate the warehouse, study the exits and entrances, determine the schedule of the occupants (if any), and find out if the goods are still located inside. Obviously, if we see people moving the material out, then we'll need to act quickly, but I am hoping that we have some time to get a feel for who we are up against."
This should be an entertaining group, Deric thinks to himself.
"Although I am not one well versed in stealth and gathering information -- from people, I will accompany you three to see if I can lend a hand, and get to know you all, as we may be spending large amounts of time together in the near future. (Gurv, Roland, and Vylela) As you have most obviously guessed, my aptitudes lie toward things arcane. "
"My first thoughts on this venture would be to locate the warehouse, study the exits and entrances, determine the schedule of the occupants (if any), and find out if the goods are still located inside. Obviously, if we see people moving the material out, then we'll need to act quickly, but I am hoping that we have some time to get a feel for who we are up against."
PhoenixAsh
First Post
Craw Hammerfist said:
As they hit the streets to gather information, Vyleya looks over to Roland and gives him a quick smile, “Roland wasn’t it? Glad to hear I’m not the only fish out of water in all this snooping around. I hope I can earn my keep in this.” Even as she says it she winces, “I shouldn’t be hoping that, actually.” She slips her helmet back over her head and tucks her dark hair back under the neck guard, making sure there is not a lock left dangling that could be grabbed.
She looks over at Deric as he joins Gurv’s following and grins, “That took some guts, telling Phaeton that his wine wasn’t fit to be served to us! I wouldn’t know the difference. I didn’t catch your name..?”
s@squ@tch
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"The name is Deric Moonbeam."
[sblock=OOC] I am assuming that it is around noon-ish[/sblock]
"I just arrived in from Waterdeep late last night, so I am going to sleep well tonight...and to be honest, I'm not familiar with this town at all.
Any of you from around here? Do you know how big this place is?
If at all possible, I'd like to find a merchant to exchange some pearls for some curative potions."
[sblock=OOC] I am assuming that it is around noon-ish[/sblock]
"I just arrived in from Waterdeep late last night, so I am going to sleep well tonight...and to be honest, I'm not familiar with this town at all.
Any of you from around here? Do you know how big this place is?
If at all possible, I'd like to find a merchant to exchange some pearls for some curative potions."
Blind Azathoth
Explorer
Roland returns the woman's smile. "'Fish out of water' is a bit of an understatement. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure why Lord Obarskyr opted to place me on this team; I'm not much of a fighter or information gatherer. But I suppose those who are might occasionally need a few stab wounds mended...which is where I would come in." He adds, with a grin, "Unless it was my skills at the card table for which I was recruited..."
Mention of Phaeton's wine causes Roland's smile to fade, however, bringing up memories of past troubles and more recent temptations to return to that which he had forsaken. Do not worry so about it. You have done fine these past nights, he silently reassures himself. You resisted. You almost succumbed, aye, but you resisted, and that is still a victory. Just try not to think about it...
At Deric's questions, Roland reemerges from his troubling thoughts and looks over at the man. "I travel frequently, but have spent much time in Arabel," he says. "The city is fairly large, though not as sizable as Waterdeep. There are many merchant houses operating within Arabel's walls, and it should not be far to the nearest. If it is healing potions you desire, though, might I suggest a temple? The faith to which I belong, that of Tymora, controls the largest temple in the city, the Lady's House. I am certain that my fellow priests, at the very least, would offer you a fair trade."
Mention of Phaeton's wine causes Roland's smile to fade, however, bringing up memories of past troubles and more recent temptations to return to that which he had forsaken. Do not worry so about it. You have done fine these past nights, he silently reassures himself. You resisted. You almost succumbed, aye, but you resisted, and that is still a victory. Just try not to think about it...
At Deric's questions, Roland reemerges from his troubling thoughts and looks over at the man. "I travel frequently, but have spent much time in Arabel," he says. "The city is fairly large, though not as sizable as Waterdeep. There are many merchant houses operating within Arabel's walls, and it should not be far to the nearest. If it is healing potions you desire, though, might I suggest a temple? The faith to which I belong, that of Tymora, controls the largest temple in the city, the Lady's House. I am certain that my fellow priests, at the very least, would offer you a fair trade."
Lot
First Post
Gurv has left his companions to have a quick conversation with a man in the corner of a dingy tavern. After a few moments, he returns to them with a disinterested expression.
"I've found a few things out. Most of the locals won't have much to do with our friends in the warehouse. It doesn't fit right with them. It seems like they're trying to move too much too fast. Brigands and bandits don't usually move their ill-gotten goods into cities in bulk because it's too fishy; it attracts too much attention for both the seller and buyer. Leads me to think that these people don't do this professionally or are very new at it. Or very bad at it."
Gurv glances around the room for a moment to check who is listening in.
"Anyway, it seems like moving on these people will not inspire anger in any of the locals and that is a very good thing. This is all according to my source but he seems on the level. Next, I'd like to check out the warehouse, but I think another team is on that. We'll let them do their thing and we'll do ours."
Gurv levels his dark eyes at his new companions.
"Anyone else want a drink while we're here. It's most likely swill and..." Gurv looks at Roland. "...I know some of you are particular on what you drink but this rounds on me. Personally, I like swill but it must be due to my upbringing."
"I've found a few things out. Most of the locals won't have much to do with our friends in the warehouse. It doesn't fit right with them. It seems like they're trying to move too much too fast. Brigands and bandits don't usually move their ill-gotten goods into cities in bulk because it's too fishy; it attracts too much attention for both the seller and buyer. Leads me to think that these people don't do this professionally or are very new at it. Or very bad at it."
Gurv glances around the room for a moment to check who is listening in.
"Anyway, it seems like moving on these people will not inspire anger in any of the locals and that is a very good thing. This is all according to my source but he seems on the level. Next, I'd like to check out the warehouse, but I think another team is on that. We'll let them do their thing and we'll do ours."
Gurv levels his dark eyes at his new companions.
"Anyone else want a drink while we're here. It's most likely swill and..." Gurv looks at Roland. "...I know some of you are particular on what you drink but this rounds on me. Personally, I like swill but it must be due to my upbringing."
