The Antigrol Tide (IC)

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Well thank you for your assistance gentlemen, I think we’ll leave you to your salvaging...unless my crewmates have anything else they need clarified. We’ll keep a eye out for those troublemakers too,” Colmarr declares. He’ll wait to return to the street if anyone else wants to ask more questions.
 

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Mallak said:
Naomi looks hesitantly at Troth for a moment, absorbing what he's saying, then she glances across to where Magyar, Colmarr, and Malachi are talking with Mac. She looks up and down the busy street, then hops off the bench and grabs Troth by the hand, attempting to pull him up. "C'mon, Troth, I'll show you where they are right now! C'mon!" If he allows her to, Naomi will pull Troth down the street and around the corner of the building into an alley. Only Grondar sees them go.

Troth follows the girl into the alley 'its not far away is it? becasuse if its several blocks we better go with the rest' he glances around 'i dont like alley as i dont like all my questions not being answered' 'you must answer all my questions Lissa. So I know what to excpect at this place' he losens his rapier in its sheet.

Spot +?

[sblock]for some odd reason i can see the RG i dont remember my spot stat, its awfull low though [/sblock]
 

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Magyar bows slightly to the men.

"We definitely appreciate your taking time to help us in the midst of your own troubles," he says, then follows Colmarr in returning to his companions.

Absorbed in processing the information, he says quietly to the others as they pick their way back through the rubble, "Obviously, we want to talk to Dietrich. But given how all this is turning out, I'd like to make another stop first. That bow I've been debating suddenly seems like it might be quite necessary in the near future, and I'd like to have it in hand before we have a chance to wander into any more ... "

Mag pulls up short as he looks to the empty bench where they left Troth and Lissa.

" ... I was going to say 'trouble,' but clearly I needn't bother invoking the devil 'fore it rears its head. Anyone see where our ward and the resident turban-maker went?"
 

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Yes, completing our outfitting would likely be best before be continue our hunt, as it seems we’re in the middle of something much larger and more dangerous than simply finding Captain Turion.”

“Hey Liss...” Colmarr begins as Magyar stops, stopping mid sentence as his eyes rise from the debris and fix on the empty bench. Glancing about quickly, he looks at all the nearby streets and alleys as he tries to locate Troth and Naomi.
 

Malachi nods, "Thank you for your help, Mac, and may the god Adonai aid you and your son in this time of need, as he helps all those that need his help."

Once back with the main group, "Yes, we should talk to this Dietrich, though I'd also like to go see the captain's body. Maybe there's a clue as to who he was talking to, if the fire didn't penetrate his clothes too badly, maybe the note survived. I know we had other plans today, though... yeah, where are Lissa and Troth?"
 

Grondar

Following Troth and the little girl, Grondar stands in the opening of the alley
Hey, where are you going you two, wait for the others, I thought I told you yesterday not to walk in the alleys alone.
Grondar signals Denther and Braer with a loud whistle and a shout
 

Denther, spotting Grondars' signal, quickly exits the alleyway trying to see if he can get the attention of the others and alert them that he is following Grondar.
 


[sblock=Brerrick Info Recap]
So, Brerrick, Mery's father, related several pieces of important info to Malachi, Wakil, and N'un T'Chauck over the course of an evening which I will attempt to recreate here in a much less eloquent form.

Brerrick talked about a group of slavers that came from the Far West. When they arrived, they allied with the meanest, most cowardly, most underhanded family around, the Bledsum clan. Using the Bledsum's merchant rank and contacts, they were able to trade through the port of Tortila. While the City Council couldn't keep them out entirely, they did enact a law that prohibited slave trading inside the city, and they enacted a hefty harbor tax for all human cargo moving through the bay. The foreigners set up a compound north of the city with high palisades, a fortified keep, and a thriving slave market. Many people assume that, because of the high tariffs, a large number of slaves are traded on the black market. Of course, whenever anyone goes missing, the slavers are blamed, but no one ever finds any proof linking them to the disappearances. Anyone who goes looking simply disappears as well.

With the introduction of cheap slaves, Tortila's oldest commodity, that of the prostitute, turned decidedly unpleasant. There are very few reasons for someone to buy a very young female slave, but with good marketing the foreigners were able to introduce young girls to the Tortila Brothels. Certain high ranking members of the community made it "fashionable" to frequent establishments touting only the youngest of slaves. The Lolita complex took hold, and soon most places were advertising young women. The City Council struck back, too little too late, and the youngest brothels simply moved into unmarked warehouses. The fad passed, as fads do, but the warehouses remained.

As Tortila went downhill, the upper class began moving away, headed for the more stable Central Kingdoms to the west. Then, news started coming up from the south.

At the southern-most tip of the continent is a chain of islands that extend south. They eventually meet up with a large group of islands that extend both east and west called The Belt. It is a commonly held belief that these islands extend all the way around the world. Sailors from the south brought tales of those strange, pointy-eared elves from the continent across the Eastern Ocean, Cellador. The tales they carried claimed the elves were moving in, taking over The Belt, and moving north up the coast. As the frequency and detail of these stories increased, more folks started to pack up and head inland. Tortila remained an important trading hub, and foreign trade did not slacken, so opportunities increased for those who remained. Then, relatively quickly, trade slowed to a trickle. Some said the eastern markets were more lucrative, others that the elves stifled trade from the south. Folks began to leave the city in greater numbers as rumblings were heard on the horizon. The only ones to stay were the very hearty, the very poor, the very corrupt, and the completely unconcerned. The Pander Ban is the first ship to come in for three days, and her cargo can probably fetch a good price.

And that's about it. Brerrick and his daughter Mery decided to leave, and N'un T'Chauck went with them.
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Troth said:
Troth follows the girl into the alley 'its not far away is it? becasuse if its several blocks we better go with the rest' he glances around 'i dont like alley as i dont like all my questions not being answered' 'you must answer all my questions Lissa. So I know what to excpect at this place' he losens his rapier in its sheet.
Naomi continues to pull Troth down the alley, speaking quickly. "No, Troth, it's not far. C'mon, we have to hurry, I know where they are!" As she tries to pull him around the corner into the next street over, Grondar calls out from behind.
Grondar said:
Hey, where are you going you two, wait for the others, I thought I told you yesterday not to walk in the alleys alone.
Troth pulls up short, pulling a crestfallen Naomi back down the alley, and shortly thereafter the group reforms.



Magyar said:
"We definitely appreciate your taking time to help us in the midst of your own troubles," he says [to Mac, the former tavernkeeper].
"Not at all!" Mac laughs, looking around. "Ain't got nuthin' better ta do."
Malachi said:
Malachi nods, "Thank you for your help, Mac, and may the god Adonai aid you and your son in this time of need, as he helps all those that need his help."
"Well, I don't know your god, but I'll take any help I can get, thanks." Mac and Branson return to sifting through the ashes of their former livelihood.

After the group reconvenes, they decide where to head next. Will it be to the docks, to check out the captain's body (and perhaps the dead goon pulled from the bay this morning as well)? Should they head to the market to pick up new equipment, or just head straight to the pawn broker, Dietrich? Maybe they'll head somewhere else entirely, like back to the ship, off to rescue enslaved children, or up to the library or that antique dealer's shop on Vine. Wherever they head, though, it probably won't be out of the city, at least not by the gate. The city is under lockdown, and guards are slowly becoming more visible on the streets.
 

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