Phyrric Legacy - Shackled City IC Thread

[Malvoisin]

The voices continuing to make his head swim, especially with the augury, Jon speaks with a bit distractedly, "Uh, yes High Priestess, I will help. I'm, excuse me, sure I can assist to help decipher that riddle. That sort of thing."

Jenya raises an eyebrow briefly at Jon's odd behavior. Somewhat cautiously, she answers him, "Yes, I'm sure your talents will prove to be beneficial as well."

 

[Malvoisin]

Evidently pleased that the assembled adventurers are interested in accepting the mission at hand, Jenya addresses the party as a whole.

"Praise unto St. Cuthbert for arranging this meeting tonight! There may yet be hope for the missing children. Now, as a token of good faith, I have a gift for each of you." She turns to the door, and ushers in a pair of acolytes. One carries a tray bearing six potion vials, each labelled with the symbol of St. Cuthbert. Jenya distributes one to each character and says, "These healing potions may well prove instrumental in your success, please use them wisely." (OOC: Everyone, please add a potion of Cure Moderate Wounds to your character sheet.)

The second acolyte carries a tray laden with bowls of steaming lentil soup, and chunks of hard, crusty bread. Jenya states, "Also, it has been brought to my attention that some of you may be hungry. I'm sorry we have only such meager fare prepared at this hour, but you are welcome to partake of it." The acolyte distributes soup and bread to any who wish it.

"Now," asks Jenya, "are there any other questions you have for me?"

(OOC: Feel free to continue discussing the riddle, the kidnappings, etc., amongst yourselves, and form a plan for where you will go next. Jenya is available to ask questions of, as well. The PCs might also wish to retire for the night, and continue in the morning. If so, I will need to know what accomodations each person has in Cauldron. I'm not sure who is native (and thus may have a home in the city), who is staying in an inn, etc. When I see a consensus for the group to move on, I'll get the next turn up. Thanks!)

 

[Legildur]

The young whisper gnome shyly takes the potion. He nods silently in thanks to Jenya, but quickly stows the potion as the food comes into view. Biting his lower lip, he impatiently waits for the food to arrive, and tries not to be overly rude in what he takes, initially.

 

[stonegod]

Jon see's the priestess' discomfort at his distraction, and does his best to clamp down the voices. "A head pain, priestess. Comes and goes, I am afraid." Hopefully that will molify her.

Jon ponders the riddle. "Checking out the orphanage would be the obvious choice, but oracles are rarely obvious. Perhaps there is some other meaning to 'locks' and 'curtains.' Anyone know of any establishments of that name, business or otherwise? And malachite. Is that a gem or stone of some sort?"

"As for the immediate plan---starting tonight would probably be difficult given the hour. I would suggest meeting there early in the morning."

[ooc: Jon has been in town for a while, probably has an established inn or such.]

 

[Jdvn1]

Dowlee nods, "Your skills could come in handy, Flannad, but if all the locks in the city are being picked, there is likely another explanation. Someone with a master key, maybe? Who would have access to all of the locks in the city?"

 

[Land Outcast]

The strong man takes carefully one of the vials, unstoppers it, smells, closes it again and stores it. Throwing a glance at it when a flame rises a glitter from the silver symbol on it's surface.

"If you pick locks beware the doors with teeth..." Remen smiles when Dowlee mentions "who would have access", he was about to say exactly the same...

He looks at the gnome for a pair of seconds and asks "Hey fellow, would you be able to tell if a lock has been picked before?" before receiving an answer he gulps down the soup... almost burning himself in the process but disimulating it.

OOC: That's it, Last Laugh! heh... Remen and Dowlee I guess have their rooms at an inn they lend security service to, or similar

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

"Although the augury's meaning will not be fully clear for some time, I fear, the wise thing would be to approach it at face value, at least to eliminate the possibility. I will retire to my family's estate and meet you all outside the orphanage shortly after dawn. Violence has already been attempted on those merely asking questions about the orphanage, so let no one proceed about this investigation alone. I fear we have not seen our last guard who has betrayed the people of Cauldron and his sacred vows."

The young nobleman stands and nods to the assemblage, tucking the transcribed augury into a pocket. He then gives a warm smile to all before turning on his heel and marching out of the temple, dropping a coin in the donation box as he goes.

 

[Legildur]

He looks at the gnome for a pair of seconds and asks "Hey fellow, would you be able to tell if a lock has been picked before?" before receiving an answer he gulps down the soup... almost burning himself in the process but disimulating it.

Flannad looks up to the wild man that he had been using for concealment. "Possibly. I've seen such things before, and sometimes the tools used leave scratches in the surrounding metal that a key would not make. Particularly if the key hole is made of a soft metal."

OOC: Flannad has no accomodation organised. He was down to his last coins when the trouble started.

 

[Land Outcast]

"Possibly. I've seen such things before, and sometimes the tools used leave scratches in the surrounding metal that a key would not make. Particularly if the key hole is made of a soft metal."

"Good then, while they weren't forced, they might have been picked open... if not the case, we already have some questions for the caretaker" His lips close, shutting his rough voice.

He is uneasy at Arak's attitude, he'd prefered to go outright this night... and maybe he still can...

 

[Malvoisin]

OOC: Flannad has no accomodation organised. He was down to his last coins when the trouble started.

OOC: Will Flannad sleep on the street this night, then, or will he ask for aid?