The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[mps42]

Finishing up his plate of food, denther quickly takes his plate and utensils, washes and stows them. "There, I'm done" he says to Wakil with a bit of a grin.
Hearing the guards talking about what went on during the night, Denther turn to the group "sounds like the ship should be protected enough, any plans for the day?"

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

[/i]"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.

Mag listens attentively to the tales and gossip the guards have to provide, and while he finds himself unnerved at the mention of descriptions at the riot (surely a tavern brawl isn't a riot, he thinks, though he's not entirely convinced), he's even more focused on another piece of information:

"Murder?" he shoots back. Though his ignorance of a riot may be feigned, his dismay now is quite genuine. "Who was killed?" Mag chooses not to mention their missing captain for now.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth sits down on the pier with his feet dangling over the water when he sees the two guards aproaching.

[/i]"Helloooo the ship! Anybody there?" 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! [/i]

Damn not good they are looking for elf or elflike... Troth remembers all the trouble he was been trough because of his pointy ears. Then it strikes him I must teach Braer how to make a headpiece of that cloth we bought in town. He stands up and walks to the ship and find Braer still in the mess hall.

 

[jkason]

Magyar:
[sblock]It was you that bought that piece of cloth in town, right?[/sblock]

[sblock=Troth]I believe it was Braer, since he's also trying to hide pointy ears. Magyar's a good bluffer, but he's all human.[/sblock]

 

[Mallak]

“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!”

"Yesh, Cohmaahw!" Naomi calls around bites.

The captain's cabin is as empty as it was the night before. The drawers of the desk are still open, their contents strewn across the room. The lid on the captain's chest is still flung up, personal articles tossed out, spare shirts draped over the sides. The bedding is still rumpled, and the back window is still broken. What did Colmarr think he would find among the mess? Still, there must be a clue, something...What was the man doing in here before Grondar interrupted him?

"Murder?" he shoots back. Though his ignorance of a riot may be feigned, his dismay now is quite genuine. "Who was killed?" Mag chooses not to mention their missing captain for now.

"Oh, a couple blokes were done in last night. Two men died in the riots up by the Sleeping Sailor, stabbed ta death, they were. I just don't get how this happened. A brawl here and there isn't uncommon, but Jimmio said he got his jaw busted in by some guy with a blackjack. There were a bunch of people cut up pretty bad in the street, too. Once the riot started I guess I can understand knives coming out and people getting a little carried away, but come on, who pulls out weapons in a friendly bar fight? Anyway, there's blood to be paid, that's for sure. Oh, and they pulled some poor sod from the fire, too. Burned pretty badly, he was. Not much left of him, so it'll be a while before we figure out who he was. Say, didn't you have more crew members yesterday?"

The crew is saved from answering by a thin scream that carries across the water from the north. The woman from the inn, hauling water in her bucket, seems to have discovered a gruesome surprise bobbing in the rocky surf.

"Ah, hell," the guard grunts before he and his companion take off around the harbor, moving quickly between the dockworkers. "Way, make way! Coming through!"

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.

The woman looks at the pouch, weighing its contents with her eyes, then glances over Grondar's large frame again, taking in his sailor's clothes and scruffy appearance. "The Sailor's Little Friend is not accustomed to accomadating guests so early in the morning. Fortunately for you, Gertie's a redhead, and she might take you in. She'll probably charge you a premium at this hour, though." She glances at his muscles again. "Although maybe not. She likes 'em big. If you want to find out, it'll cost you five shiny silver coins to walk through that door," she nods in the direction of the bead curtain, "and another two for every half hour you stay. Now, what information are you looking for? I don't know what a dime is, but I hope it's not colored copper." She glances pointedly at Grondar's coin pouch.

[sblock=OOC]Braer is our other elf-man, for whom Troth purchased the turban fabric.[/sblock]

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Grondar pays the miss 5 silver and goes to party ... Censored
… That was good
he says and goes out from behind the curtain
Now I'll pay you silver or two for any information …
He gets closer to the lady's face
…About the bledsum
He flips the coin in his hand and put it on the table.
Where can I find them?

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

The captain's cabin is as empty as it was the night before. The drawers of the desk are still open, their contents strewn across the room. The lid on the captain's chest is still flung up, personal articles tossed out, spare shirts draped over the sides. The bedding is still rumpled, and the back window is still broken. What did Colmarr think he would find among the mess? Still, there must be a clue, something...What was the man doing in here before Grondar interrupted him?

Having a fair idea what the man was after from his earlier conversation with the captain, though not certain himself exactly what it is, Colmarr prepares to take a good look around the room in the light of day to see if the man left anything of his own behind. Singing a short tune as his fingers move quickly through a few intricate gestures, Colmarr alters his senses to detect magical emanations before he begins his exploration of the room...paying special attention to the area around the window, where the intruder made his hasty departure.

[SBLOCK=OOC]Well he was only coming to see whether the captain had managed to get aboard undetected, but while he’s here with his magic in full supply, he might as well have a look around. [/SBLOCK]

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

"Oh, a couple blokes were done in last night. Two men died in the riots up by the Sleeping Sailor, stabbed ta death, they were. I just don't get how this happened. A brawl here and there isn't uncommon, but Jimmio said he got his jaw busted in by some guy with a blackjack. There were a bunch of people cut up pretty bad in the street, too. Once the riot started I guess I can understand knives coming out and people getting a little carried away, but come on, who pulls out weapons in a friendly bar fight? Anyway, there's blood to be paid, that's for sure. Oh, and they pulled some poor sod from the fire, too. Burned pretty badly, he was. Not much left of him, so it'll be a while before we figure out who he was. Say, didn't you have more crew members yesterday?"

The crew is saved from answering by a thin scream that carries across the water from the north. The woman from the inn, hauling water in her bucket, seems to have discovered a gruesome surprise bobbing in the rocky surf.

"Ah, hell," the guard grunts before he and his companion take off around the harbor, moving quickly between the dockworkers. "Way, make way! Coming through!"

Magyar's shoulders sag as the guards run off, partially in relief at avoiding further questions, partially in dread. Their abysmal luck seems to be continuing in a trail of bodies.

The young man scampers on board, then, donning his armor and gathering the gear he used the night before as he calls to the others "We may not have toasted the town last night, but the town may soon toast us--and not in the good way--if we don't get ourselves and our stories together. Apparently the row at the tavern turned even worse when we left, and the guard are trying to track down the instigators. And I fear someone may just have stumbled upon our unlucky night raider out on the shore.

"There's meant to be a solid guard presence on the dock today, so I say we all stick together and find the captain. Quickly."

 

[Mallak]

Grondar pays the miss 5 silver and goes to party ... Censored
… That was good
he says and goes out from behind the curtain

Beyond the curtain, Grondar discovers a large empty parlour draped with heavy curtains. Large tasseled and fringed pillows in reds and greens and golds are thrown casually about the room. A staircase leads up to a balcony which runs around the top of the room. Grondar heads up to the second door on the left, where Gertie does indeed take the big thug in to her chambers, and charges him a fat gold crown for the privilege.
Later, he returns to the front room much more content.

Now I'll pay you silver or two for any information …
He gets closer to the lady's face
…About the bledsum
He flips the coin in his hand and put it on the table.
Where can I find them?

The woman has a quick and efficient hand that quickly removes the coin from the desk. "Oh, it's no big secret, the Bledsums have risen quickly around here. They operate the business side of things out of a house in the merchant districts. They also have several warehouses down by the docks. For another silver, I'll tell you which one you're looking for."

Having a fair idea what the man was after from his earlier conversation with the captain, though not certain himself exactly what it is, Colmarr prepares to take a good look around the room in the light of day to see if the man left anything of his own behind. Singing a short tune as his fingers move quickly through a few intricate gestures, Colmarr alters his senses to detect magical emanations before he begins his exploration of the room...paying special attention to the area around the window, where the intruder made his hasty departure.

Colmarr eximines the window closely but can find no evidence of magical tampering. What's left of the latch shows a very simple device which no experienced thief would have difficulty opening. Turning from the window, his eyes sweep the room before coming to rest on the chest. It glows with a very faint magical aura, a sort of blue-green-gold color.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Colmarr concentrates on the chest, seeing if he can determine more about it’s magical nature, before touching it.

[SBLOCK=OOC]The detect magic was to add to a mundane search looking for anything the intruder may have left behind...it wasn’t meant to replace it, which it seems to have done. So a little more mundane search in the previous post for Colmarr would be appreciated. I was particularly looking near the window because of the intruders hasty exit, perhaps hoping to find a piece of torn cloth or something else left behind, seeing as he smashed through it on his way out (at least that’s how I took the following information).

Beyond the Captain's door there is a sound of breaking wood and glass. Up on the poop deck, Magyar can pinpoint the sound as coming from the stern of the ship. It is followed quickly by a splash.

The detect magic was more for looking around the captains cabin, to see whether there was anything magical, more from curiosity than anything else. So do the colours mean anything, or is that just round 1 of detect magic? Colmarr’s concentration on the chest is him proceeding to the 3rd round of detection.[/SBLOCK]