The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[Jdvn1]

“Magyar, could you help me put this box back in the chest?” Colmarr asks. Securing the chest once the lead box is back in it’s hiding place, he pockets that key as well.

“Well, I suppose that’s all we can do here for now. We should probably head out to the Three-Penny Inn and talk to the innkeeper, as she seemed concerned about Captain Turion when I spoke with her earlier. At the very least, she’d probably want to know his fate... perhaps she even knows about any family or ties he might have here.”

"I wonder if it's a bit late to go out now, as we have some things we can do around here, too." Malachi absentmindedly flips through some papers, trying to think of all the business that has to be taken care of--taking stock of the hold, talking to the dockmaster... so much paperwork.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“True enough, Malachi, but I imagine we can’t do much about most of that until the morning... at least without Grondar here to help move crates. If you’re worried about the paperwork though, I can handle that. It can’t be any harder than working through tomes of history to find the facts you’re looking for,” Colmarr remarks, noting Malachi fidgeting with the papers. “So why don’t we head over to the Three-Penny. Who knows, perhaps the innkeeper can help us sort this out too, seeing as she likely deals with accounts on a regular basis,” he adds, tapping the papers.

 

[mps42]

Denther slips silently down the ship's gang plank onto the dock and heads toward the city. Before he has even made it off the pier, he sees a young woman running down the docks, headed for the Pander Ban. It is the young girl from the inn earlier today, Eloise. She appears to be weeping heavily, and hasn't seen him yet.

Denther will wait where he is to see if the lass is coming to this pier.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth Half-Elf Barbarian

Naomi speaks to Troth.[/i] "What is it like to have a family? Do you miss them?"

'Yes Naomi i do miss my mother sometimes... but its not that long since i last saw her just some years... they have been full of adventure and hard work' Troth picks the girl up and hand her his fake red nose placing it at her tiny palm of her left hand. 'you better question though is if how its like having a family... and i will tell you that having a family is like having friends that cares about you' 'in my tribe we share all we have' 'I think that we on this ship are slowly turning into your best friends and maybe someday you will call us uncle this and uncle that' he puts the girl down taking out a pair of unshaped fake ears and mold them into goblin ears and tell the girl to play with them if she likes.
He steps into the cuarter where Colmarr and Malachi are.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

“True enough, Malachi, but I imagine we can’t do much about most of that until the morning... at least without Grondar here to help move crates. If you’re worried about the paperwork though, I can handle that. It can’t be any harder than working through tomes of history to find the facts you’re looking for,” Colmarr remarks, noting Malachi fidgeting with the papers. “So why don’t we head over to the Three-Penny. Who knows, perhaps the innkeeper can help us sort this out too, seeing as she likely deals with accounts on a regular basis,” he adds, tapping the papers.

Mag shivers a bit, glancing back to where he knows the hidden compartment is.

"I'll just be glad to be away from whatever that ... thing ... is for a little while. I say we go talk to the innkeep."

 

[Jdvn1]

"Hm." Malachi looks at the papers. "I think the dockmaster would help more with the accounts, since he oversees the off and on-loading of the ships, but it's probably too late to talk to him anyway. I suppose going to the Three-Penny couldn't hurt."

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Perhaps, though you never know. So let’s get going to the Three-Penny then, time’s a wasting,” Colmarr grins, “and don’t forget the papers.”

As he heads out to look for Naomi, before meeting the others on deck, Colmarr reaches into his pocket and removes the key which opened the lead box... studying it to see if there is any hint of a likeness to one of the seven gods upon it.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth meets the gnome in the door

“Perhaps, though you never know. So let’s get going to the Three-Penny then, time’s a wasting,” Colmarr grins, “and don’t forget the papers.”

'you got a new clue Colmarr? I can see from here that your nose is eager on something' he pats the gnome over the shoulder and follows him

 

[Mallak]

Denther will wait where he is to see if the lass is coming to this pier.

Eloise is indeed headed for the Pander Ban. She is weeping so heavily that she doesn't seem to notice Denther as she runs gasping by.

'Yes Naomi i do miss my mother sometimes... but its not that long since i last saw her just some years... they have been full of adventure and hard work'

"Just some years!" Naomi exclaims. "That's half my life! How old are you, Troth?"

'...and maybe someday you will call us uncle this and uncle that'

Naomi goes very stiff and still in Troth's arms when he says that. She looks at the ears Troth gave her then runs out on deck.


Colmarr studies the little key that opens the lead box. Colmarr doesn't know much about keys; to him it looks like a plain, ordinary brass key without any sort of deific identifier.

Eventually, Malachi, Magyar, Troth, and Colmarr emerge into the cool night on the deck of the Pander Ban. The night has grown dark, and the lamplighters haven't yet made it down to the docks. Naomi is no where to be found. Magyar spots something crumpled and lying in the shadows near the main mast which, upon closer examination, appears to be a pair of false ears.

About this time, the men on deck also hear the sound of stumbling feet and weeping. A woman is coming down the pier toward the ship, and she seems very upset.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

Perhaps I just don’t know what I’m looking for... I’ll get Magyar to take a look later, as he seems more familiar with keys.

Colmarr glances up in surprise as Troth speaks, apparently focused on a small item in his hand. “Perhaps... then perhaps not, Troth. We’re headed over to the Three-Penny Inn though, if you’re interested,” he says, as he slips the small item, a key, back into a pocket inside his doublet. “I don’t suppose you’ve seen Lissa, have you, she left with Denther a while ago?”

When he meets the others on deck, Colmarr asks “Has anyone seen Lissa?”