Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
"A-all sorts of things. Personal m-momentos of guildmembers. A f-few magical heirlooms. Oh dear ..."
Ptolus: 165 Vock Row - "Rat-catchers"
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Fyrie Windlitened
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Mairan stands back and watches Mata and Thurst search about without participating other than in observation.
Mairan addresses Nogol saying, "Do you have any reason to think that the ratling might have been coming for anything specific or is there a possibility he entered the guild and this area by chance. What is your feeling about the creature, this may be giving the beast more credit than he's due in thinking it had a purpose in mind."
Mairan addresses Nogol saying, "Do you have any reason to think that the ratling might have been coming for anything specific or is there a possibility he entered the guild and this area by chance. What is your feeling about the creature, this may be giving the beast more credit than he's due in thinking it had a purpose in mind."
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Nogol seems torn. He breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down.
"The guildhouse is not a bank, but there are certainly valuables belonging to guild members here. I don't know how a r-ratman thinks, or if they could even know what's in here. We have had thieves break in before. My predecessors had to deal with the Longfingers on more than one occasion."
"The guildhouse is not a bank, but there are certainly valuables belonging to guild members here. I don't know how a r-ratman thinks, or if they could even know what's in here. We have had thieves break in before. My predecessors had to deal with the Longfingers on more than one occasion."
Aeshen greets the man happily "If you're willing I'm more then happy to pick your brain". Aeshen buys the man a couple drinks before explaining what he'd like to know. "I've been... conscripted... by the Delvers guild to investigate an issue they are having with ratlings.. strange ones. I am to enter the sewers near the bankers guild and ideally sort out how the ratlings are getting into the delvers - and ideally I'd like to find out what's causing those ratlings to go wierd..."
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Cloacinus smacks his lips together as he puts down his drink, having created another clean spot and revealing some more skin.Aeshen said:
"Getting into the Bankers or the Delvers? They's different parts of the sewer system." But he doesn't wait for an answer, getting few chances to expound on Oldtown's sewer system. "Thems as guard Dalenguard, they don't like Delvers sneaking around they's foundation so much, so not many of them go poking around in the sewers. This might be good for the Commissar, so he don't have no Delver poking up at him with a spear when he's sitting on the privy, but it's not so good for System Monitors, as it means that's a part of the system where your ratlings, your ratlords, your ratbrutes, they all likes to hide around there. As long as they don't go sticking a spear up into the Commissar's nethers, no one bothers them, except us, and we's outnumbered.
"Now, over by the Delvers' tower, that's a pretty good patroled sewer. Them Delvers like to duck around a corner, pop off the sewer cover and Tordek's your uncle. You could probably have a picnic there with no one to bother you. We likes to haze them as are new to the sewers by abandoning them there in the dark, where we knows not much horrible is likely to grab them by the ankle and pull them under, stripping the flesh from their bones as they drown in the muck, no one to hear their cries of terror.
"So, buy us another drink?"
Thurst nods as Mairan speaks and adds, "Aye, no reason te get yer lederhosen in a twist. It was justa thought for consideration. All the same, I would recommend preparin' for the possibility, regardless of the course of action we end up taking."
"After we are done questioning your guards, it might a good idea to check out the other rooms."
"After we are done questioning your guards, it might a good idea to check out the other rooms."
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Back in the library, Ella gives a laugh of triumph, having been stuck on deciphering what she thought was a nonsense word.
[sblock=Ella's discovery]The transmuter whose laboratory was apparently somewhere near Dalenguard was named Verdivis. After a moment, Ella realizes the group might already know this. She goes back to looking.[/sblock]
Valana pages through Gormadoc's journal, which is a simple affair, although the cover is embossed with the silhouette of an elephant.
[sblock=Valana's readings]The ratmen worship a sinister Rat God. Gormadoc recounts climbing the face of one effigy, prying out its gem eyes with his dagger, all the while evading notice by the ratlings below.[/sblock]
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At Randle's, Cloacinus scratches at his chin, chipping off a dried bit of muck.
"Well, there was that Cult of the Crimson Coil 'bout a month or a month and a half ago back. It was poisoning wells and moving through the sewers so's to not get noticed by them as would object. The Knights of the Pale Cross stopped them, I seems to recall. That was not your usual goblin party, no sir."
[sblock=Ella's discovery]The transmuter whose laboratory was apparently somewhere near Dalenguard was named Verdivis. After a moment, Ella realizes the group might already know this. She goes back to looking.[/sblock]
Valana pages through Gormadoc's journal, which is a simple affair, although the cover is embossed with the silhouette of an elephant.
[sblock=Valana's readings]The ratmen worship a sinister Rat God. Gormadoc recounts climbing the face of one effigy, prying out its gem eyes with his dagger, all the while evading notice by the ratlings below.[/sblock]
* * *
At Randle's, Cloacinus scratches at his chin, chipping off a dried bit of muck.
"Well, there was that Cult of the Crimson Coil 'bout a month or a month and a half ago back. It was poisoning wells and moving through the sewers so's to not get noticed by them as would object. The Knights of the Pale Cross stopped them, I seems to recall. That was not your usual goblin party, no sir."
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"It's a name!" Ella proclaimed enthusiastically.
In a matter of seconds Ella's face went from happiness to quizzical to outright sour.
"I suppose that doesn't matter does it Ella?" she muttered to herself. Sighing loudly, Ella continued to try and pluck some sort of wisdom from the text.
"Hmmm, maybe if I take every other letter of the first paragraph..." her words trailed off from her mouth into her head.
In a matter of seconds Ella's face went from happiness to quizzical to outright sour.
"I suppose that doesn't matter does it Ella?" she muttered to herself. Sighing loudly, Ella continued to try and pluck some sort of wisdom from the text.
"Hmmm, maybe if I take every other letter of the first paragraph..." her words trailed off from her mouth into her head.
Finishing up Gormadoc's journal, Valana mutters, "Well, that doesn't sound good."
Closing the halfling's journal, Valana walks back to the shelf where she found the journal. She scans the books still on the shelf, looking for any others with the embossed elephant of Gormadoc.
Closing the halfling's journal, Valana walks back to the shelf where she found the journal. She scans the books still on the shelf, looking for any others with the embossed elephant of Gormadoc.
