The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“That’s a rather shortsighted view Denther, even if we choose not to avenge him as such,” Colmarr remarks, hands on his hips as he gazes up at the taller human. “Consider for a moment that the two men who were searching the Pander Ban, were likely the same two thugs with the unknown buyer that met Captain Turion. I don’t think us chasing them off will disuade their master in the least from continuing to search for whatever Captain Turion was selling. After all, it doesn’t seem like they have any compunctions about killing, if they’re thwarted in getting what they want...”

“Anyway, we’d best move, before the city guard find us standing and talking out here... when we should be making ourselves scarce. So is there anywhere else we need to go, before heading back to the ship?” Colmarr asks, taking Naomi’s hand as he moves away from Dietrich’s shop.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Once out the back of the shop, having noticed Magyar’s frown when he gave the order to leave, Colmarr explains, “Sorry we had to cut that short, but the city guard was coming, and we can’t do anything to avenge the captain if we’re sitting in jail now, can we.”

Mag nods as he finally understands. He smiles, then, even as he looks around to make sure the guard are not within eye or earshot. "As always, Colmarr, you're looking out for the lot of us."

“Consider for a moment that the two men who were searching the Pander Ban, were likely the same two thugs with the unknown buyer that met Captain Turion.”

Mag turns to look back where they've come. "Indeed. It's hard to believe two separate men ... 'bumped their heads' and fell into the drink, as it were. Whether we wanted to or not, we may have already had a tussle with the men responsible for Turion's death."

“Anyway, we’d best move, before the city guard find us standing and talking out here... when we should be making ourselves scarce. So is there anywhere else we need to go, before heading back to the ship?” Colmarr asks, taking Naomi’s hand as he moves away from Dietrich’s shop.

Mag shakes his head and starts moving, carrying his bow casually and unloaded, but not quite ready to put it away on his back with so many unknown threats suddenly around.

"I'd say we're best off heading back to the ship. If nothing else, I think we have a few keys to try out, yes?"

 

[Mallak]

The crew makes their careful way back to the Pander Ban without further incident. The streets are much emptier than the day before, or even since the morning. The city gates are closed while the City Magistrate sorts out certain violent events that have recently transpired.

Once aboard ship the night comes on quickly, and the meal Troth prepares is welcome. The topic of conversation turns to what the crew should do next. The captain is gone, but there is a cargo left still and messages from buyers apleanty who arrived during the day. Then, too, there is slaving going on and children held against their will. Or, the crew could take the ship and abandon Tortila. There are adventures to be had and fortunes to be made on the high seas. This evening, though, Grondar has a date to keep, and perhaps others would enjoy some...relaxing...time at a quiet tavern.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Grondar travels to the northwestern part of town, to the "Lilting Rose"
He is very anxious to meet Karen, she had a pretty smile.
Taking a precaution he carries his sap under his new jacket.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Mag frowns his way through the meal, though he makes sure to thank Troth for his efforts.

"I'm not sure I feel safe letting my guard down enough to 'relax,' but best of luck to you, Grondar," he says with a half-hearted smile. Then the young man turns his attentions to the bucket of keys.

"We have one of the captain's keys for sure, but these others, we don't know for sure which belonged to him. Or where we might try them."

As has become his habit, Mag looks to Colmarr for insight. "Obviously our thieves were looking for something of value in the captain's quarters. Do we think they found it, or might our keys here be the means of finding it?"

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Nodding to Grondar as he heads out, Colmarr listens to Magyar.

“Well, with the keys, if they have a bank or storage facility here, some might be used there, and perhaps the inn we tracked him to. The innkeeper might keep something there for him... she also might know where he kept things and what keys are his. Anyway, whether she does or not, we should return there to tell her of what we’ve found, as I gather from our conversation they were quite close... plus she invited us back, though she was hoping we’d have the captain with us.”

“As for what the thieves were looking for, I think it’s still in the captain’s cabin, in his chest, which they went through in fact, as I detected some strong magic in the bottom of it when I looked this morning. I didn’t bother to move it though, seeing as they didn’t seem to find it last night. So I guess I should go take a better look, now we’ve got a little more time on our hands,” he remarks, standing and heading to the captain's cabin.

 

[Mallak]

Colmarr makes his way to the captain's cabin. The door hangs askew from its hinges where Grondar bashed it in the night before. The Gnome notices that the door contains an iron lock, not that it will do any good now. The room is just as he left it. The chest is still half open, clothes strewn over the sides. The captain's desk is a mess of papers. Colmarr notes that the drawer on the lower right had a small lock, but it has been busted and the contents of the drawer emptied. Naomi wanders in after Colmarr.

"Wow, what a mess! she exclaims.

Grondar makes his way toward the Lilting Rose. The northwestern section of town where the tavern is located is really much nicer than he remembers. He feels a bit rough for this side of town, and there are many more night watchmen out than he would expect. He weathers their hard stares and reaches the Lilting Rose without incident. From the street, the tavern is lit up and festive, and he can hear the strains of a rollicking reel brightening the night. A lamplighter walks by, checking the street lamps. He speaks casually to Grondar as he passes.

"I wouldn't be loiterin' if I was you, mate. What with what's been goin' on today, the watch is liable to throw ya in the pokey."

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Yes it is quite messy, isn’t it, onia... thieves apparently have no manners whatsoever,” Colmarr replies with a slight smile, before casting detect magic again and looking for the item that was in the chest. Once he has that, he'll also search the rest of the room for any other magical emanations, looking in the desk drawers and any other obscured places he didn’t scrutinize the last time, before his spell runs out.

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

"I wouldn't be loiterin' if I was you, mate. What with what's been goin' on today, the watch is liable to throw ya in the pokey."

I'm not loitering
Reply the thug and nods
I'm heading to that bar exactly

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

“Yes it is quite messy, isn’t it, onia... thieves apparently have no manners whatsoever,” Colmarr replies with a slight smile, before casting detect magic again and looking for the item that was in the chest. Once he has that, he'll also search the rest of the room for any other magical emanations, looking in the desk drawers and any other obscured places he didn’t scrutinize the last time, before his spell runs out.

Mag walks in as Colmarr responds to Lissa, shaking his head at the chaos.

"No finesse, either," he says, walking over to the broken drawer. "If you know what you're doing, this lock wouldn't have been anything to pick open, then no one would even know you'd..." Mag stops, flushing slightly.

"But that's hardly relevant," he says, flashing a disarming smile to Lissa. "If we don't think they found their target, I assume we're looking for better hiding places than a drawer."

Though possessed of none of Colmarr's magical talents, Mag busies himself, moving gingerly through the mess to look for secret compartments in the room.

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