Drowned Hero
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Mallak said:
'Nah you dont know her shes Colmarr little sister' he turns to the door and goes outside as he says 'hold the body until tomorrow then i personaly come and get him with something to keep the body in'
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The Antigrol Tide (IC)
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'Nah you dont know her shes Colmarr little sister' he turns to the door and goes outside as he says 'hold the body until tomorrow then i personaly come and get him with something to keep the body in'
Bluff +6
The party leaves Sam the undertaker scratching his head as they head back into town, headed for Dietrich's shop on Holly and Wall street. Along the way, Wakil remember's the tavern-girl Eloise's suggestion about armor, and the party swings through the merchant district to beef up their equipment. The guard presence on the street has noticably increased from this morning, and the atmosphere is feeling more oppressive. Though the sun is shining brightly, the old sailors say it feels like a mother of a storm is coming in.
Troth, Colmarr, and Magyar have the feeling the party is being watched. However, they make it to Dietrich's pawn shop without incident.
The pawn shop is in a narrow space between a potter and a weaver. It has no sign hanging out front, just a little wooden plaque on the door: "Dietrich's Goods Shop." The party walks by it twice before they spot the place. Inside, "Dietrich's Goods Shop" is a dusty hole-in-the-wall, dark and uninviting. A scurrilous looking fellow with slicked back jet-black hair and a bright lime green coat with orange plaid pants leans on a counter off to the side, chewing on a straw and fiddling with a small wooden box between his hands. He looks up when the party enters, a blank stare on his face. He takes in their number, size, and gear, and a greasy smile splits his lips. He tosses the box off to the side and spreads his hands wide in a welcoming, placating gesture.
"Well, now, what can I do fer you fine, adventurous lookin' gennelmen? Feel free to take a look aroun'. Everythin's on sale teday, half-off."
Troth, Colmarr, and Magyar have the feeling the party is being watched. However, they make it to Dietrich's pawn shop without incident.
The pawn shop is in a narrow space between a potter and a weaver. It has no sign hanging out front, just a little wooden plaque on the door: "Dietrich's Goods Shop." The party walks by it twice before they spot the place. Inside, "Dietrich's Goods Shop" is a dusty hole-in-the-wall, dark and uninviting. A scurrilous looking fellow with slicked back jet-black hair and a bright lime green coat with orange plaid pants leans on a counter off to the side, chewing on a straw and fiddling with a small wooden box between his hands. He looks up when the party enters, a blank stare on his face. He takes in their number, size, and gear, and a greasy smile splits his lips. He tosses the box off to the side and spreads his hands wide in a welcoming, placating gesture.
"Well, now, what can I do fer you fine, adventurous lookin' gennelmen? Feel free to take a look aroun'. Everythin's on sale teday, half-off."
Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue
Magyar's eyes go wide and he steps forward with an animated enthusiasm his fellows haven't seen before.
"We have just heard the most amazing tale," he chatters forth. "Last night there was a devestating fire at The Arrow in the Bull tavern. But for a chap named Deitrich warning the establishment in time to get the bucket brigade started, untold numbers would have died, especially if it had spread to the rest of the town. I like to think myself a good man, but that man ... that hero, well, he shows me up without even trying. Are you him?"
Here, Mag holds out his hand, all smiling admiration, to the man at the counter.
[sblock=skill mods]Bluff +7
Diplomacy +4
Gather Information +3
Sense Motive +5[/sblock]
Mallak said:
Magyar's eyes go wide and he steps forward with an animated enthusiasm his fellows haven't seen before.
"We have just heard the most amazing tale," he chatters forth. "Last night there was a devestating fire at The Arrow in the Bull tavern. But for a chap named Deitrich warning the establishment in time to get the bucket brigade started, untold numbers would have died, especially if it had spread to the rest of the town. I like to think myself a good man, but that man ... that hero, well, he shows me up without even trying. Are you him?"
Here, Mag holds out his hand, all smiling admiration, to the man at the counter.
[sblock=skill mods]Bluff +7
Diplomacy +4
Gather Information +3
Sense Motive +5[/sblock]
Drowned Hero
First Post
Troth puts Naomi down on the ground and walks over to Malachi that is leaning to the wall. Seeing his loking at Dietrich, Troth turns his attention to his sourundings having that sensation of beeing watched.
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Strahd_Von_Zarovich
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Grondar
Grondar stays in the street, watching the passers by.
Grondar stays in the street, watching the passers by.
As Magyar speaks, the proprieter's eyes get bigger and his smile grows wider. He puffs up his chest, standing a little straighter, and pumps Magyar's hand enthusiastically.
"Well, I don't like ta brag, but if you're lookin' fer Dietrich the, what did you call him, hero? If you're lookin' fer Dietrich the Hero, you've come te the right place. You're lookin' at him. Now, now, I know what you're thinkin'. A guy with an amazing shop like mine should be more concerned for his own well-being in order to look after all these priceless artifacts, but when I saw the flames spring up, why, I couldn't help myself, I had ta get the warning out. It's true, a lesser man may have succumbed to the smoke and flames, but I couldn't let a little thing like lack of air and searing heat stop me from saving those helpless people and, ultimately, the town itself, right? What kinda decent fellow would I be then?"
Colmarr wanders around the shop followed by Naomi. "Hey, you! Dietrich calls to them. "Watch your girl, there. You break it, you bought it." Looking over his wares, the man's words are laughable. There are shelves and shelves of what appears to be mostly junk: old, battered candlesticks, flatware and dishes, busted musical instruments, mostly broken costume jewelry, and pieces of what might be considered "art". There is very little of value there, and likely nothing that would have belonged to the captain.
Malachi leans against the wall, watching Dietrich's reactions. Magyar seems to have the man completely hoodwinked.
Troth keeps an eye on the door. The traffic on the street is light, and he doesn't see anyone overly suspicious looking. Near the back of the shop is a dark alcove with a door. No doubt it leads to private apartments either in the back of the shop or above the shop.
From his place on the street, Grondar can see much more. He'll be the first to spot trouble, no doubt, if it comes along. Wakil stands across from him, covering the other side of the street.
Denther looks for a way to get around behind the pawn shop. The buildings here are two-story brick and mortar built with adjoining walls. He wanders down the street a bit and squeezes into a small alley that runs along the side of the potter's shop. Above him, overlapping eaves cast the alley into deep shadow. The ranger quickly moves through the alley to the back of the building where another alley joins the first one at a right angle. The pawn shop does indeed have a back door. A full rain barrel sits near the stoop.
"Well, I don't like ta brag, but if you're lookin' fer Dietrich the, what did you call him, hero? If you're lookin' fer Dietrich the Hero, you've come te the right place. You're lookin' at him. Now, now, I know what you're thinkin'. A guy with an amazing shop like mine should be more concerned for his own well-being in order to look after all these priceless artifacts, but when I saw the flames spring up, why, I couldn't help myself, I had ta get the warning out. It's true, a lesser man may have succumbed to the smoke and flames, but I couldn't let a little thing like lack of air and searing heat stop me from saving those helpless people and, ultimately, the town itself, right? What kinda decent fellow would I be then?"
Colmarr wanders around the shop followed by Naomi. "Hey, you! Dietrich calls to them. "Watch your girl, there. You break it, you bought it." Looking over his wares, the man's words are laughable. There are shelves and shelves of what appears to be mostly junk: old, battered candlesticks, flatware and dishes, busted musical instruments, mostly broken costume jewelry, and pieces of what might be considered "art". There is very little of value there, and likely nothing that would have belonged to the captain.
Malachi leans against the wall, watching Dietrich's reactions. Magyar seems to have the man completely hoodwinked.
Troth keeps an eye on the door. The traffic on the street is light, and he doesn't see anyone overly suspicious looking. Near the back of the shop is a dark alcove with a door. No doubt it leads to private apartments either in the back of the shop or above the shop.
From his place on the street, Grondar can see much more. He'll be the first to spot trouble, no doubt, if it comes along. Wakil stands across from him, covering the other side of the street.
Denther looks for a way to get around behind the pawn shop. The buildings here are two-story brick and mortar built with adjoining walls. He wanders down the street a bit and squeezes into a small alley that runs along the side of the potter's shop. Above him, overlapping eaves cast the alley into deep shadow. The ranger quickly moves through the alley to the back of the building where another alley joins the first one at a right angle. The pawn shop does indeed have a back door. A full rain barrel sits near the stoop.
Drowned Hero
First Post
Mallak said:
Troth walks around in the little shop looking at the various items as he goeshe starts moving towards the dark alcove to take a better look.
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