The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

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.

"No worries 'bout them, friend," Mag says. "They're gnomes, so she just looks younger than she is, right?"

Here Mag leans in conspiratorily. "Besides, now that I've found you, I've got to hear the details on this adventure of yours. You know folks are saying there was some sort of ... incident in the back room just as the fire started. Scary stuff. Obviously, with so many other innocents at stake, you wouldn't have time to deal with a few ruffians (though we all know you'd have made short work of them), but is it true? Were there men crazy enough to brawl in that blaze?"

 

[Mallak]

"No worries 'bout them, friend," Mag says. "They're gnomes, so she just looks younger than she is, right?"

"Gnomes, eh? Filthy buggers," Dietrich mutters under his breath. "They all got light fingers, can't trust further 'an you can throw 'em. Hey, you gnomes!" Dietrich yells toward Colmarr and Naomi. "You keep your hands to yourself!"

With the distraction provided by the gnomes, Dietrich doesn't notice when Troth slips into the alcove. There is a wooden door here which, if Troth tries the handle, he finds unlocked. There is also a miniature round portrait on the wall, hidden in the shadows, of a young woman in a large bonnet. She smiles prettily, the artist having captured in fine detail her youthful exuberance.

"Besides, now that I've found you, I've got to hear the details on this adventure of yours. You know folks are saying there was some sort of ... incident in the back room just as the fire started. Scary stuff. Obviously, with so many other innocents at stake, you wouldn't have time to deal with a few ruffians (though we all know you'd have made short work of them), but is it true? Were there men crazy enough to brawl in that blaze?"

Dietrich glances around nervously before leaning in close. "Well, ah, as to that...I suspect, and this is just my suposing, you understand? I suspect it was some manner of brawl that led to the conflagration. Hot heads breed infernos, I always say. Yes, no doubt the men got into an argument, as men are like to do, and a lamp was knocked over in the tussle. You can be sure that's what happened--just an accident. It's too bad, though; I heard they pulled a body out of there after the fire. Fellow must've tripped and hit his head. I'm sure that's what happened..." Dietrich does not appear sure at all. In fact, he seems to be saying the words as much for his own benefit as for his audience.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

"Gnomes, eh? Filthy buggers," Dietrich mutters under his breath. "They all got light fingers, can't trust further 'an you can throw 'em. Hey, you gnomes!" Dietrich yells toward Colmarr and Naomi. "You keep your hands to yourself!"

Turning to Dietrich, Colmarr offers a wide grin as he says, “As you wish sir, we won’t touch a thing, though that will likely preclude us buying anything from your fine establishment.” He then proceeds to roll several gold coins across the back of his hand in quick succession, which disappear as quickly as they appeared, before returning to looking at the merchandise.

 

[Drowned Hero]

With the distraction provided by the gnomes, Dietrich doesn't notice when Troth slips into the alcove. There is a wooden door here which, if Troth tries the handle, he finds unlocked. There is also a miniature round portrait on the wall, hidden in the shadows, of a young woman in a large bonnet. She smiles prettily, the artist having captured in fine detail her youthful exuberance.

Troth leans his head against the door and listen carefully for any noise he could recognize. If he dont hear anything he will try to enter the next romm, taking before a better look at the portrait that catched his atention.

Listen +5

 

[mps42]

Denther

Denther will quietly try the back door to see if it is locked. If so, h ewill quietly slip inside. If not he will move the rianbarrel so that it limits how far the door will open.

 

[Mallak]

Turning to Dietrich, Colmarr offers a wide grin as he says, “As you wish sir, we won’t touch a thing, though that will likely preclude us buying anything from your fine establishment.” He then proceeds to roll several gold coins across the back of his hand in quick succession, which disappear as quickly as they appeared, before returning to looking at the merchandise.

Dietrich gives the gnome a strangled look, swallowing and turning back to Magyar with a grumble in his stance. When the proprietor no longer looking, Naomi sticks her tongue out at his back. Then she swipes a bracelet off a stand of costume jewelry, sliding it up her arm underneath the sleeve of her dress.

Troth cannot hear anything through the door. Taking another glance at the portrait, it looks like a young human woman, maybe nineteen years old, very modest and demure. Her style of bonnet is puritanical and hasn't been popular for twenty years.

Out back, Denther finds the door locked. Returning to the rainbarrel, he struggles to move it into position, rolling it along and sloshing a bit of water. Finally satisfied, he lets it drop in place in front of the door.

After a second look at the picture, Troth slips through the doorway. He finds himself in a narrow hallway about three feet wide and six feet long. On his immediate left is an opening with stairs leading up. Halfway down the hall on the right is a closed door. Another closed door is at the end of the hall. Troth hears a muffled thwump come from beyond the far door.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Amused by the fact that Naomi likely wouldn’t have even thought of taking anything until Dietrich said not to, Colmarr bends over and whispers in her ear, “It’s not right to steal from him Lissa, even though he’s been very rude, as that would make us no better than him.” He then moves to block Dietrich’s view, should he turn back, as he waits to see whether Naomi returns the bracelet to the stand.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth hears a muffled thwump come from beyond the far door.[/i]

What was that?
Troth walks to the end door stoping at the closed door at the right, setting his ear up to the door and trying to listen for any noise coming from the other side. If he don't hear anything he will continue too the door at the end and listen to that door too, before trying to open it as silently he can. If ther's any noise from the door on the right, he will go up the the ladder on his left.

Listen +5
Move Silently +2

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Dietrich glances around nervously before leaning in close. "Well, ah, as to that...I suspect, and this is just my suposing, you understand? I suspect it was some manner of brawl that led to the conflagration. Hot heads breed infernos, I always say. Yes, no doubt the men got into an argument, as men are like to do, and a lamp was knocked over in the tussle. You can be sure that's what happened--just an accident. It's too bad, though; I heard they pulled a body out of there after the fire. Fellow must've tripped and hit his head. I'm sure that's what happened..." Dietrich does not appear sure at all. In fact, he seems to be saying the words as much for his own benefit as for his audience.

Mag nods his head slow and knowingly. "I'm sure that's what it was. One hopes the poor soul's companions will understand that these things sometimes happen," Mag says, though now he lets some level of concern slip into his voice as he continues: "I certainly hope so, anyway. I mean, fleeing the sight of such an accident, it tends to suggest a bit more ... intent than happenstance. I'd hate to see the poor sod targeted for some horrible revenge because he didn't have the courage to stay and tell the truth."

Now the former stage magician shakes his head, putting a smile back on. "Sorry. I'm prattling on. Of course, you wouldn't know about the risks of cowardice, given the bravery you displayed."

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar - Human Thug

Grondar keeps standing outside, watching the passers by and nodding towards the beautiful cheeks with a smile.