The Antigrol Tide (IC)


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Wakil Half Elf Palidin

"Indeed Malachi that does make a lot of sense. Colmarr is right, the owner or possible one of his toughs would be aware of everyone who was coming and going at his establishment. Especially if they were there for a meeting. I wish we new if the meeting was to be held in private or not... Anyways lead on Grondar." Wakil steps into to his place while subconsiously lifting and easing down the sword in his scabered. He realizes the probility of it seeing blood today is a blind mans bet.
 

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Mag nods to the thug's lead, and falls into his usual spot helping Colmarr keep an eye on Lissa.
 


Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

As they walk to the site of the burned tavern, Colmarr asks, “Is there something wrong Lissa, as you’ve been awfully quiet since we left the ship?”
 

Colmarr said:
As they walk to the site of the burned tavern, Colmarr asks, “Is there something wrong Lissa, as you’ve been awfully quiet since we left the ship?”
Naomi remains silent for several moments. "I...It's very strange, oni. I don't remember the last time I spent a night away from the orphanage. And now, today, everything seems so..." She seems to be searching for the right words. She waves her hand through the air as if feeling something. "The air quality, it's...I don't know, there's just something strange about today, oni. I don't think I like it." She shivers once in the cool mid-morning air, huddling close between Magyar and Colmarr. One hand grips the dagger at her waist.

Down the streets, back toward the docks, the crew follows Grondar's sure lead. Presently, they arrive on the street where only the night before a raging inferno had blazed. There is nothing left of the Arrow in the Bull tavern but a few bits of stone and glass amidst a heap of burned out, blackened timber. Smoke still rises from the ashes, dispersing into the damp air. The walls on either side of the remains are blackened and streaked with soot, but miraculously, the fire did not spread, a testament to the courageous indomitable spirit of the bucket brigade.

Two men are poking through the ashes, turning over a piece of burned wood here, picking up a battered tin cup there. They're putting anything salvageable into a coarse bag in the center of the former tavern. One man is round and bald with a full beard, and he's poking through the back righthand corner of the building muttering to himself. The other man is younger, a great bear of a man with arms like tree trunks. He is back near the bar, salvaging twisted pieces of metal that might once have been utencils.
 
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Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Mallak said:
Naomi remains silent for several moments. "I...It's very strange, oni. I don't remember the last time I spent a night away from the orphanage. And now, today, everything seems so..." She seems to be searching for the right words. She waves her hand through the air as if feeling something. "The air quality, it's...I don't know, there's just something strange about today, oni. I don't think I like it." She shivers once in the cool mid-morning air, huddling close between Magyar and Colmarr. One hand grips the dagger at her waist.

"It was a frightful and eventful night, Lissa," Magyar says, trying to sound reassuring even as he gives Colmarr a questioning look that seems to ask his opinion. "And leaving the familiar behind is unsettling even for seasoned travellers. You don't feel ill, though, do you?"

Two men are poking through the ashes, turning over a piece of burned wood here, picking up a battered tin cup there. They're putting anything salvageable into a coarse bag in the center of the former tavern. One man is round and bald with a full beard, and he's poking through the back righthand corner of the building muttering to himself. The other man is younger, a great bear of a man with arms like tree trunks. He is back near the bar, salvaging twisted pieces of metal that might once have been utencils.

Mag nods in the direction of the older man. "That'd be my best bet for Mac. Though with the other man involved, maybe we should approach with a smaller group--leave our more intimidating members to keep an eye on things from a distance, perhaps?"
 

Wakil half elf palidin

Wakil slows down looking for a spot where he can keep an eye on the street and the once decent tavern. After finding a suitable place, he lets the group know where he is at and walkes over there taking up a watchfull eye.
 

Grondar

jkason said:
Mag nods in the direction of the older man. "That'd be my best bet for Mac. Though with the other man involved, maybe we should approach with a smaller group--leave our more intimidating members to keep an eye on things from a distance, perhaps?"
I'll stay here ...
Grondar goes and sit on an empty fruit crate, watching the come and goes.

ooc: Mallak, Grondar lead the way, not Troth. post #536
 

Troth Half-elf Barbarian

Troth sees Walki and Grondar split as suggested. He looks down at the Naomi and smiles at her 'Im gonna stay close too. Lissa you want to stay with me? and let Colmarr and Mag do the talking?' he sits down at a bench twenty feet from the burned building taking from his kit a little unfinished fake nose showing it to Naomi if she follows him.
 

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