Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 3: Shelter From The Storm

[Adjuntive]

"No more questions Master Kiernan. I believe I understand what is required."

Alric nods his head leaves Kiernan and Simeon to their duties.

To Kirio: "I have some errands to run, though if you need a sword to handle this 'egg-thief' seek me out."

OOC: Alric spends the rest of the day looking for a wealthy enough merchant in Seaquen to buy Katrina's buckler then he does the following: - goes to an armorer - commissions the crafting of a set of masterwork full-plate armor (he'll retrieve it once the tasks are complete, he won't wait for it) which should come out to 1650gp - he also buys a masterwork heavy steel shield and trades in his lesser mundane one - THEN, he'll go to a weaponsmith and buy a masterwork steel bastard sword Afterwards, he's left with 668gp. Since the bulk of this money came from party loot, he splits it 5 ways when he meets up with you. So everyone gets another 133gp and 6sp

 

[Gregor]

Kirio after spending a relatively fruitless two hours gathering information, you eventually meet a shifty looking human in the bowels of a basement tavern. You buy the man a mug of ale, which he drinks down in deep gulps and he constantly runs his hands through his greasy hair in nervousness. He lights a shoddy old pipe filled with sour-smelling tobacco, takes a look around the relatively empty establishment and tells you what he knows:

"I might a heard sumfin 'bout a dragon's egg down by the south harbour. Sum fella is tryin' to sell one or sum such. Not that ol' Jameson here cold 'ford it! Ha! Can't recall his name but he was a big, mean lookin' bastard all dressed in black and had the look of a hunter or sumfin about him. Had a few friends with him s'well. Kept my head down in that tavern I did ... rough lookin' men filled the place, though the whores were pretty and the ale was good." He pauses to take another scared look around. "The Bronze Trident was its name, down by the South Harbour docks, close to sum warehouses. I'd mind yerself if yer headin' down there. Its one of Cernaban and Makung's joints and they ain't the pair to mess around with, no sir, not so long as Lathander rises in the mornin' and Selûne sails the skies at night!"

 

[funkmamagoat]

OOC: knowledge check, taking ten under lore master for a total of 17 on knowledge local for Cernaban and Makung's

 

[Gregor]

[sblock="for Kirio"]Kirio, you don't know much about the two individuals. Cernaban is apparently some affluent halfling from Sindaire who purchased a great deal of buildings and land in the South Harbour when he arrived from his home nation with three ships. Makung is the name of a ship captain from Ostalin whose small squadron of ships sits anchored in the South Harbour.[/sblock]

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio's features very briefly darken and grow frightening as the human mentions Cernaban, but quickly lighten again "hmmm, that is useful information friend" Kirio motions to the barkeep and buys the shifty fellow another mug of ale "You say he had friends with him? How many would you say? Were they armed warrior types, or more ambiguous looking...?" He takes a pull from his own ale, then continues "You say Cernaban and Makung own this tavern..., they've been acquiring a lot of assets in South Harbor of late I hear. Any rumours as to why?"

 

[Gregor]

"Lower yer damned voice ya daft pointy-eared elf!" hisses the greasy man known as Jameson. "I ain't know nothin' else about nothin' related to those two. They're just names to me, names of people I don't want sniffin' around after me. The big man at the bar, the fella you're lookin' fer, both he and his buddies looked real mean and had their blades and such in clear sight. You want to dig your own grave with those folks, you go right ahead. You leave me to my ale."

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio's expressions turns from friendly to cold instantly. He leans in close to the filthy human, and whispers softly to him "you listen to me you short lived sack of living filth; I've been alive about 14 times longer than you've had hair on your balls, and in that time I've learned more ways to make you scream than you can possibly imagine in that piss poor sack of sh$%^ you call a brain. So, you tell me what you know, or I'm going to make you wish you were never born, yes?"

 

[Gregor]

The man's face goes white as he receives Kirio's threat. He wipes ale from his lips with the back of his dirty sleeve and his hand shakes as his nerves fray. "Listen, I don't know nothin' else! Them two is a couple a shady folks. The word on the street is that spots they own is good fer whores, cheap drinks and fer sellin' n' buyin' stuff that may have fallen off the cart ... you know fences er whatever they call 'em. They say thieves n' such frequent down there, I don't know nothing else. Honest! I just saw the man yer huntin' down there with his toadies, braggin' about a dragon's egg. Leave me be, I'm just a poor cooper!"

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kriio smiles and gets up to leave. He tosses the man a gold coin on his way out "There now, that's better. Hope I didn't scare you too much but in future I'd try and be a little more respectful of your elders. Have a few on me, and a pleasant rest of the day to you cooper."

Kirio makes his way back to the Inn...

 

[digimattic]

Arnir looks pleased with all the discussions of dragons and arcane relics. To Master Kiernan he says "I assume the gift of arcane instruction is offered to all who desire it? I would like to be as prepared as possible for the coming trials."