Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Ada and Garn wander out into the street, intent on discovering the location of The Pelican's offices.
Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat
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Voadam
Legend
Garn laughs "He must've asked someone on the Watch, everyone knows you can't trust their !@#$ing lies." Garn's smile turns into a snarl of hatred in an instant "I !@#$ing hate the Watch. Always busting in and smashing everybody having a good time in a bar, dragging me in whenever there is a theft or missing person anywhwere in the city. And its always @!#$ing three to one with their clubs." Garn unconsciously touches his multiply broken nose. "I hate the !@#$ing Watch and their @#$ing dungeon cells."
Erekose13
Explorer
Maugra says goodbye to Garn, Ada, and Garnet then turns to Vanden, "Sounds like we are the only two interested in a little light reading. I had three places I wanted to visit, my temple, the Delver's Guild, and the City Library over in Old Town. The Street of a Million Gods might be a good place to find information about the Water Queen, want to head that way first?"
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
As Garnet ascends into Ptolus, the air gets clearer and the stench of fish leaves the air -- although it apparently doesn't leave him, given the reaction of those around him as he works his way through the city toward the Necropolis.
A cool wind comes off the Whitewind, blowing him forward toward his goal, and making him shiver as the icy air slips inside his clothes, despite his best efforts to the contrary.
A cool wind comes off the Whitewind, blowing him forward toward his goal, and making him shiver as the icy air slips inside his clothes, despite his best efforts to the contrary.
Cthulhudrew
First Post
Vanden nods at Maugra's suggestion. "That sounds like a very good idea. I had only thought to visit the library, but the Delver's Guild will probably be a good source of information as well."
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
Vanden and Maugra, like Garnet, ascend the Cliff of Lost Wishes into the rest of the city, but having not stopped for a snack, quickly lose the strange young man in the crowd. The pair take Sailor's Run through Midtown, then turn onto Bridge Street before following South River Road toward the Street of a Million Gods.
Erekose13
Explorer
"Oh and don't let me forget I need to swing by the Smokeshop later to pick up some more shot. Unless of course we have time for me to pour some of my own. I'm going to head to the Temple of Teun for now, did you want to join me or were you going to just take in the sights on the Street? Have you ever been, its quite the sight?" replies Maugra.
Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
When questioned, the paperboy is barely able to squeak out a reply before Ada points out that Garn should probably release -- or at least loosen -- his grip on the young man's neck.
Shaken and wide-eyed, the boy explains he gets his copies of the Pelican at a vacant lot near the end of Bay Street, where a man named Wischard distributes the bundles to the paperboys before dawn on publication day.
"Please, sir, put me down now?"
* * *
His nuts long since eaten, Garnet steps into the grounds of the Necropolis. Although the rest of the city is only feet away, it feels colder here, and quieter. The sun is up, and the broad paths between the tombs and graves are mostly kept clear and neat -- at least here, on the periphery -- but it's a terribly lonely place.
A woman in a black hooded coat shuffles along a path perpendicular to the one Garnet is walking on. She does not look up.
* * *
Maugra, with Vanden following for the moment, approach the Temple of Teun in the Temple District.
A stern human priestess, her arms crossed expectantly, glares down at a dwarf and a gnome working on the counterweights that are supposed to automatically open the doors when the altar fires are lit and heat a tank of water. Of late, they've been sticking, and the priesthood has argued about whether rust, the build-up of some sort of mold, or the schemes of the priesthood of Kran, Tevra's ancient rival among the Old Gods of Prust, are to blame.
The priestess supervising repair work, Bersha Munro, has a different theory that she has not been shy in discussing: sloppy maintenance work. And the acolytes working frantically to find the problem have the hang-dog look of those who have been badgered for hours, with no sign of relief in sight.
"Oh, Acolyte Maugra," Bersha says, one elegant eyebrow sliding up her forehead. "I was told you were unavailable today."
Shaken and wide-eyed, the boy explains he gets his copies of the Pelican at a vacant lot near the end of Bay Street, where a man named Wischard distributes the bundles to the paperboys before dawn on publication day.
"Please, sir, put me down now?"
* * *
His nuts long since eaten, Garnet steps into the grounds of the Necropolis. Although the rest of the city is only feet away, it feels colder here, and quieter. The sun is up, and the broad paths between the tombs and graves are mostly kept clear and neat -- at least here, on the periphery -- but it's a terribly lonely place.
A woman in a black hooded coat shuffles along a path perpendicular to the one Garnet is walking on. She does not look up.
* * *
Maugra, with Vanden following for the moment, approach the Temple of Teun in the Temple District.
A stern human priestess, her arms crossed expectantly, glares down at a dwarf and a gnome working on the counterweights that are supposed to automatically open the doors when the altar fires are lit and heat a tank of water. Of late, they've been sticking, and the priesthood has argued about whether rust, the build-up of some sort of mold, or the schemes of the priesthood of Kran, Tevra's ancient rival among the Old Gods of Prust, are to blame.
The priestess supervising repair work, Bersha Munro, has a different theory that she has not been shy in discussing: sloppy maintenance work. And the acolytes working frantically to find the problem have the hang-dog look of those who have been badgered for hours, with no sign of relief in sight.
"Oh, Acolyte Maugra," Bersha says, one elegant eyebrow sliding up her forehead. "I was told you were unavailable today."
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