The Antigrol Tide (IC)

Braer, walks in after everyone else
"Sorry I missed everything so far but has anyone seen the captain?"
When he gets his answer he'll sit down and say
"Well then that will be our first priority. Did anyone hear any hints about anywhere he may have gone?"
 

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Magyar blushes at the thug's correction. "Sorry, Grondar. My head must still be fuzzy with sleep."

magic_gathering2001 said:
Braer, walks in after everyone else
"Sorry I missed everything so far but has anyone seen the captain?"
When he gets his answer he'll sit down and say
"Well then that will be our first priority. Did anyone hear any hints about anywhere he may have gone?"

Mag pipes up, offering, "The man Colmarr and I talked to didn't know for sure, but said the captain tends to frequent Three-Penny Inn, up on ... Rose? He gave us directions, too, but since it was just the two of us--and with Lissa to be mindful of--we opted to head back. Now that we're back in full force, perhaps we should start looking for him there?"

Leaning back, brows furrowed, he adds, "But then we leave the ship alone again. Or have our port-supplied guards returned?" Here the young man snags a handful of bacon to munch on as he trots out on deck to see if the guards are back.
 

Magyar emerges to a gray dawn. A cold drizzle mists the air. A pale sun rises slowly over the blue ocean, sparkling on the crystal waters of the bay and casting a hazy light on the city of Tortila. To the southwest, a thin column of black smoke rises from the city and mixes with the low clouds. A hint of charred timber wafts across the harbor on the salty morning breeze as bleary-eyed dock workers move slowly through the morning fog. Here and there, red and white crabpot floats dot the harbor; no doubt, the deep sea fishermen are long since at their craft. Over to the northeast, Magyar can barely make out an empty rowboat knocking against the rocky, tree-lined shore. A woman appears at the water's edge carrying a bucket and dips it into the sea.

Below, Naomi tucks in to a scrambled-egg-and-bacon-biscuit sandwich, swallowing almost without chewing.
"Whar ahre hyou ghoing, Grhondahr?" she asks around mouthfuls. She shivers when Grondar mentions Bledsum's name.
[sblock=OOC]I'll see if I can recover (i.e. remember) all the info that Brerrick gave to Malachi & Wakil. Jdvn1's right, it was good information.[/sblock]
 

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Yes, that’s right Magyar, the Three-Penny Inn on Rose,” Colmarr confirms, sensing Magyar’s uncertainty, before he dives into giving the directions, trying to emulate the guardsmans voice. “Take this street here up past the bucket brigade until you get to the Civil Wall. Head past that and there'll be a butcher shop on your right. That's Rose. Turn there, and head down until you see the Three-Penny.”

“I’ll go check his cabin before we go to all that trouble though...just in case the captain managed to sneak aboard,” Colmarr says with a wink, as he stands coffee in hand, before heading for the captains cabin. Calling mischievously over his shoulder as he leaves, “And no talking with your mouth full, young lady!”
 

Grondar

Mallak said:
Below, Naomi tucks in to a scrambled-egg-and-bacon-biscuit sandwich, swallowing almost without chewing.[/i] "Whar ahre hyou ghoing, Grhondahr?"
Some adult business
he mumbles back to the little girl
With that he stands up and turns to Colmarr and Mag
the Three-Penny Inn on Rose you say, I'll be there in an hour
before Grondar leaves to the red roofed buildings, he takes his sap and put on his armor, he hides the spear behind a barrel on the upper deck, for easy access if he needs to.
 

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Mag wonders if the smell of ash is from the Inn last night, or the smoke he sees this morning, but lets it go as he takes in the sight of the morning. Grey it might be, but there's light. After the seemingly endless night previous, he's glad to find day again.

As Grondar hustles by on the way into town, Mag opens his mouth to say something, then thinks better of it. Clearly the thug is on a mission of his own, and one spry stage performer isn't likely to dissuade him.

Instead, the young man returns belowdecks, letting his fellow crew know, "Looks like our guards were an evening luxury. So, if we go look for the captain, we may need to split in half again against the return of Bl--" Mag cuts himself off as he catches sight of Lissa in the corner of his eye. "Of trouble," he finishes more vaguely.
 

"... Wait, what?" Malachi is a little confused. "Are some of us going for the captain and other staying? Maybe we should get the guards to come back to ... y'know, guard, and then we can all go for the captain. There was some trouble last night, apparently, and I'd hate for you all to not have backup."
 

Troth continues to eat lifting a eyebrown when Grondar names the red roofs, and lifting the other when some whants to go here and there. He grabs some extra bread and some slices of bacon, goes at his room dress up with his armor and swings the packpack on his back. Kneels down besides the bed and catches his turban, after some few minutes the tuban is on place.

At the mess hall again he tells Colmarr that he will wait for him on land and leaves for the pier.
 

Grondar heads into town, aiming for his favorite red-roofed palace, Sailor's Best Friend. It is located on the west side of the docks district in an unassuming two-story building. He enters into a small parlour. Off to the left, a comely dark-haired young woman in a prim dress sits behind a desk. A bead curtain obscures the doorway leading into the interior of the house. The young woman is writing in some sort of large book. She looks up when Grondar enters.

"You're a little early, aren't you? Perhaps you could come back in the evening, during normal business hours."

Meanwhile, back on the Pander Ban, Wakil has finished cooking and has sat down to eat. "I did the cooking, who's on KP?" From out on the docks, the crew members hear a faint call.

"Helloooo the ship! Anybody there?" It is two of the town guards. They explain that the guard on the ship will not be restored today, but overall guard presence at the docks will be increased, and their commander has given them special orders to keep an eye on the Pander Ban. Apparently, there was some sort of riot in town last night, and a tavern was burned. Due to the diligence of the volunteer bucket brigade, the fire did not spread, but the Arrow in the Bull tavern is no more. There was murder done as well, and several people involved in the riots have been arrested. The guards are still looking for the instigators of the violence. They have several descriptions of the people, so it shouldn't be too long. The guard adds in a hushed, confidential tone that there are also unconfirmed reports of elves in town, and they may be responsible for the killings, the fire, maybe even the riot. Elves have magic that can make men go mad, and they can conjure fire from midair! There were some folks who saw strange lights floating out over the harbor as well. Regardless, the gates and the port are closed for the rest of the day while the guards attempt to sort all this out, and they may be closed tomorrow as well.
 

Grondar

Mallak said:
The young woman is writing in some sort of large book. She looks up when Grondar enters.
"You're a little early, aren't you? Perhaps you could come back in the evening, during normal business hours."
Yeah, I know, but with all the mess that occurred yesterday I want to check in earlier
If you know what I mean

He takes out the small pouch the captain gave him.
How much , for a lovely red head , in the morning ... and
he smiles to her
another dime for a little bit of information about a gang.
 

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