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<blockquote data-quote="Brekkil" data-source="post: 4657955" data-attributes="member: 35498"><p><em>This entry is linked to the first, though its told from the perspective of one of the PCs, Cayla Tarn, a rogue in Ptolus. The entry was written by one of the players named Brian.</em></p><p> </p><p><strong>Day one: 9th of Bloom</strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong>It was a quite ordinary afternoon, and I was, like so many other days, enjoying a mug of ale at Norlec's Alehouse in Midtown. I've come to like the place, it's a place where there aren't asked too many questions, not by Norlec, and certainly not by his customers. This day, however, a large human was standing by the bar, talking loud and boasting of the gold he'd made during the last few days, forging weapons for some customer. I wasn't really that interested - although one can always use some gold! I decided to go talk to the smith.</p><p></p><p>I sat down by the bar, and he offered to buy me whatever I wanted to drink - I'm not sure if he was trying to be noble, but I was sure he wanted to impress me somehow. Little did he know, he already had! The stack of coins in front of him, told me everything I wanted to know.</p><p></p><p>We spoke for a bit, and he turned our conversation to what I did for a living - I told him I didn't have any work at the moment. He clearly didn't believe that though, since he soon after offered me gold, to be with him. He thought I was a whore. Luckily, Norlec interrupted, and told Vellik, that's what Norlec called him, to leave his tavern if he couldn't leave the customers alone. I was expecting a roar of anger from the big smith, but he, grudgingly, decided to take his drinking elsewhere. He left the Alehouse, taking that fat coin-purse with him.</p><p></p><p>Only moments later, one of the halflings in the Alehouse, asked Norlec to deliver an important message to Copper Street. It seemed urgent, so I took note of the halfling, and started wondering what was on Copper Street that could be important to him?</p><p></p><p>The door to the Alehouse had only just closed behind Vellik, when Koric entered - that brought a genuine smile to my lips, as always. As he sat down, Norlec offered him an ale on the house, and then left us to ourselves. In whispered conversation, we spoke of recent events - events that would hopefully push in the right direction. What we wanted, was to prove ourselves to a guild of thieves, "The Pale Dogs". Little more than an organized gang really, operating out of the Warrens, east of Midtown. We had both been trying to make contacts within their ranks, so far not doing very well - until now. A few months back, I had met a half orc who were involved with the pale dogs. He'd started giving me a few errands to run, I assume to see if I could be trusted. So far, so good. Being around the half orc, and a few other Pale Dogs, had at least revealed one thing to me; they were looking for something, something old. They never said anything really useful for me to go on, but I'd told Koric what I'd learned so far, and we were both excited. If we could find whatever it was they were looking for, they'd have to trust us!</p><p></p><p>We finished drinking and talking soon after, and decided to go outside, even though the weather wasn't exactly the warmest. It never was, or at least that's how I felt when we stepped outside. Adventure looking equally enticing both north and south, I decided to go north, Koric by my side. I asked Koric about Copper Street, but he knew almost as little as I did.</p><p></p><p>We hadn't walked far when we passed an alley, where we both saw Vellik, looking drunk and about ready to throw up. I smiled on the inside - an opportunity for easy gold had just presented itself; I walked down the alley, making sure Koric was right behind me.</p><p></p><p>Vellik recognized me instantly from the tavern, and he wondered if I'd changed my mind about his previous carnal offer. I let him think that, trying to get his attention away from my hands trying to unleash his heavy pouch; unfortunately, I wasn't very successful! He noticed, but lucky for me, he was so drunk he wasn't sure what was going on. Behind him, Koric was moving closer, quiet as a shadow. I flashed him a smile, the same smile that in the past has kept me out of trouble, and once again his focus was elsewhere.</p><p></p><p>When I finally got him to drop his pants, I moved in, trying to knock him over. It worked, but now the fight was on! I got hit quite hard by Vellik, and that spurred Koric into action. He came running, and jumped Vellik as he was lying down, trying to pin him to the ground. Meanwhile, I was trying to get the damned pouch off the belt of the flailing smith - not an easy task, but I finally got it loose, and ran, Koric not far behind me.</p><p></p><p>We sprinted to the end of the alley, and headed for one of the larger streets, to disappear in the crowd. Behind us, Vellik, warhammer in his hand, followed us, steaming with rage. Two clever thieves against one stupid smith is no real challenge though, and we lost him in the crowd, Vellik heading the other way. I hope I'll never have to see him again!</p><p></p><p>We spent some time on the streets - I had my dagger sharpened by a travelling peddler and purchased some caltrops; one can never be too careful!</p><p></p><p>When darkness began to fall, we decided to go down to a tavern near the Warrens - I'd heard that it could be a place to look for the people we were trying to find. We did.</p><p></p><p>First though, as we entered, a dwarf greeted us, trying to sell us drugs; shivvel and moonseed. I wasn't in the mood that evening though - that, and they're pretty expensive! I found us a table while Koric got us some ale and spiced wine, my favourite. As Koric came to the table with our drinks, I pointed out two humans with black paint on their nails; Pale Dogs. We watched them for a time, but before we got a chance to approach them, a third person came to their table, one i recognized right away - Fellian Shard, a half elf, who I knew to be connected to the Pale Dogs, as more than an average thug. I decided to go have a talk with him!</p><p></p><p>The two obvious thugs by Fellian's table, stared at me as I approached the table, and although I'm not proud to admit it, being in their presence scared me a little. I didn't let it show though, as Fellian and I started talking. I told him that a friend and I could be of service to him and the Pale Dogs, and that I had heard they were looking for something. In his own way, he said that they were, and told me to meet him in the Warrens not later that night. I left Fellian and his two thugs at the table, and got back to Koric. We waited for them to leave, so we could leave as well.</p><p></p><p>After a while, they left the Tavern, and soon after we did the same, but not to follow them. Fellian had told me to look for something "old" in the Warrens, and luckily Koric had an idea of where that could be: Tygot's Old Things. We entered the Warrens through a secret passage I'd known for some time, and slipped through the shadows into the small, narrow streets.</p><p></p><p>We hadn't walked far, when we saw figures emerge in front of us - and they looked hostile, maces in their hands! I tried to talk to them, Koric suggested taking to the roofs. There was no time for either for that, before they got to us, and started swinging. There were four of them, and two of us; outmatched and outnumbered, they got Koric to his knees fast, and I did all I could to protect myself, shielding myself from their blows. Just as I thought I was done for, they stopped, and I heard an odd sound - clapping. I looked up, and saw Fellian with a sarcastic smile on his lips. He called off his remaining thugs, and asked us to follow him. We did, Koric leaning heavily on me.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brekkil, post: 4657955, member: 35498"] [I]This entry is linked to the first, though its told from the perspective of one of the PCs, Cayla Tarn, a rogue in Ptolus. The entry was written by one of the players named Brian.[/I] [B]Day one: 9th of Bloom [/B]It was a quite ordinary afternoon, and I was, like so many other days, enjoying a mug of ale at Norlec's Alehouse in Midtown. I've come to like the place, it's a place where there aren't asked too many questions, not by Norlec, and certainly not by his customers. This day, however, a large human was standing by the bar, talking loud and boasting of the gold he'd made during the last few days, forging weapons for some customer. I wasn't really that interested - although one can always use some gold! I decided to go talk to the smith. I sat down by the bar, and he offered to buy me whatever I wanted to drink - I'm not sure if he was trying to be noble, but I was sure he wanted to impress me somehow. Little did he know, he already had! The stack of coins in front of him, told me everything I wanted to know. We spoke for a bit, and he turned our conversation to what I did for a living - I told him I didn't have any work at the moment. He clearly didn't believe that though, since he soon after offered me gold, to be with him. He thought I was a whore. Luckily, Norlec interrupted, and told Vellik, that's what Norlec called him, to leave his tavern if he couldn't leave the customers alone. I was expecting a roar of anger from the big smith, but he, grudgingly, decided to take his drinking elsewhere. He left the Alehouse, taking that fat coin-purse with him. Only moments later, one of the halflings in the Alehouse, asked Norlec to deliver an important message to Copper Street. It seemed urgent, so I took note of the halfling, and started wondering what was on Copper Street that could be important to him? The door to the Alehouse had only just closed behind Vellik, when Koric entered - that brought a genuine smile to my lips, as always. As he sat down, Norlec offered him an ale on the house, and then left us to ourselves. In whispered conversation, we spoke of recent events - events that would hopefully push in the right direction. What we wanted, was to prove ourselves to a guild of thieves, "The Pale Dogs". Little more than an organized gang really, operating out of the Warrens, east of Midtown. We had both been trying to make contacts within their ranks, so far not doing very well - until now. A few months back, I had met a half orc who were involved with the pale dogs. He'd started giving me a few errands to run, I assume to see if I could be trusted. So far, so good. Being around the half orc, and a few other Pale Dogs, had at least revealed one thing to me; they were looking for something, something old. They never said anything really useful for me to go on, but I'd told Koric what I'd learned so far, and we were both excited. If we could find whatever it was they were looking for, they'd have to trust us! We finished drinking and talking soon after, and decided to go outside, even though the weather wasn't exactly the warmest. It never was, or at least that's how I felt when we stepped outside. Adventure looking equally enticing both north and south, I decided to go north, Koric by my side. I asked Koric about Copper Street, but he knew almost as little as I did. We hadn't walked far when we passed an alley, where we both saw Vellik, looking drunk and about ready to throw up. I smiled on the inside - an opportunity for easy gold had just presented itself; I walked down the alley, making sure Koric was right behind me. Vellik recognized me instantly from the tavern, and he wondered if I'd changed my mind about his previous carnal offer. I let him think that, trying to get his attention away from my hands trying to unleash his heavy pouch; unfortunately, I wasn't very successful! He noticed, but lucky for me, he was so drunk he wasn't sure what was going on. Behind him, Koric was moving closer, quiet as a shadow. I flashed him a smile, the same smile that in the past has kept me out of trouble, and once again his focus was elsewhere. When I finally got him to drop his pants, I moved in, trying to knock him over. It worked, but now the fight was on! I got hit quite hard by Vellik, and that spurred Koric into action. He came running, and jumped Vellik as he was lying down, trying to pin him to the ground. Meanwhile, I was trying to get the damned pouch off the belt of the flailing smith - not an easy task, but I finally got it loose, and ran, Koric not far behind me. We sprinted to the end of the alley, and headed for one of the larger streets, to disappear in the crowd. Behind us, Vellik, warhammer in his hand, followed us, steaming with rage. Two clever thieves against one stupid smith is no real challenge though, and we lost him in the crowd, Vellik heading the other way. I hope I'll never have to see him again! We spent some time on the streets - I had my dagger sharpened by a travelling peddler and purchased some caltrops; one can never be too careful! When darkness began to fall, we decided to go down to a tavern near the Warrens - I'd heard that it could be a place to look for the people we were trying to find. We did. First though, as we entered, a dwarf greeted us, trying to sell us drugs; shivvel and moonseed. I wasn't in the mood that evening though - that, and they're pretty expensive! I found us a table while Koric got us some ale and spiced wine, my favourite. As Koric came to the table with our drinks, I pointed out two humans with black paint on their nails; Pale Dogs. We watched them for a time, but before we got a chance to approach them, a third person came to their table, one i recognized right away - Fellian Shard, a half elf, who I knew to be connected to the Pale Dogs, as more than an average thug. I decided to go have a talk with him! The two obvious thugs by Fellian's table, stared at me as I approached the table, and although I'm not proud to admit it, being in their presence scared me a little. I didn't let it show though, as Fellian and I started talking. I told him that a friend and I could be of service to him and the Pale Dogs, and that I had heard they were looking for something. In his own way, he said that they were, and told me to meet him in the Warrens not later that night. I left Fellian and his two thugs at the table, and got back to Koric. We waited for them to leave, so we could leave as well. After a while, they left the Tavern, and soon after we did the same, but not to follow them. Fellian had told me to look for something "old" in the Warrens, and luckily Koric had an idea of where that could be: Tygot's Old Things. We entered the Warrens through a secret passage I'd known for some time, and slipped through the shadows into the small, narrow streets. We hadn't walked far, when we saw figures emerge in front of us - and they looked hostile, maces in their hands! I tried to talk to them, Koric suggested taking to the roofs. There was no time for either for that, before they got to us, and started swinging. There were four of them, and two of us; outmatched and outnumbered, they got Koric to his knees fast, and I did all I could to protect myself, shielding myself from their blows. Just as I thought I was done for, they stopped, and I heard an odd sound - clapping. I looked up, and saw Fellian with a sarcastic smile on his lips. He called off his remaining thugs, and asked us to follow him. We did, Koric leaning heavily on me. [/QUOTE]
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