The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Grondar motions back to Troth and looks around.
This place is boring, I should have punched the watchman and remained with Karen … To bad … the cute muffin seller is probably dead by now by the so called murderer the idiot talked about.
Grondar sigh, stands up and goes to Magyar.
What's happening over there, with the musician?
He points to the bard and Colmarr.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Grondar sigh, stands up and goes to Magyar.
What's happening over there, with the musician?
He points to the bard and Colmarr.

"I suspect Colmarr recognized that one from the other night, like I did. I was just asking Eloise here if she knows him."

 

[Mallak]

"My names' Denther and if this Ben be a Captain o' the sea then I be looking fer 'im. I can't stay on land but just a few hours before I hear the call o' the sea again. Ye know where I might find this Ben?"

"Eh, his ship, the Pander Ban, is anchored in the harbor. But, he's more'n likely up to the Three-Penny. I hear he has a thing for the mistress there." The man chuckles and throws a handful of dice. The other men groan as the pips come to rest, and the older man gleefully rakes in his winnings.

Back at the Three-Penny Inn...

"An apt title for me, no doubt... while I believe 'vexing discord' is an equally apt title to you."

"I seem to have escaped your mother with all my bones in one piece," he says. "Though that bard's doing nothing good for my ears. Do you know him, Eloise?"

Eloise favors Magyar with a smile that is only a little forced, but she winces as the bard strikes a discordant note. She gives Grondar a frown as he walks up. "Hm, no I don't know who he is. I don't think I like this song, though. He won't last long around here with music like that." Eloise frowns slightly, placing a hand to her forehead as she heads into the kitchen.

Malachi eats his dinner as the bard plays. He feels exhausted from the events of the day, weighing down on him. Captain Turion, dead, Wakil imprisoned, perhaps to be Adonai's first martyr...It's all too much for him to handle. No doubt, death or destruction of some kind will walk through the door any minute and demand its due. But as he eats, something blossoms somewhere inside him, a light growing and glowing. The warmth of Adonai spreads through him, and he raises his head and looks around. The mirth has died down, a lot. The general atmosphere has gone from giddy to gloomy. Folks aren't really talking any more. They're not really eating. They sit slumped in their chairs or on benches, picking at food that has lost its appeal. It's as if everyone, all at once, suddenly realized how hopeless their situations are. Something is very wrong here, but Malachi is finding it difficult to concentrate with the bard's jangling music running through his mind.

Looking at the bard with his own sapphire-blue eyes, humour and mischief clearly evident, he sings so the bard alone can hear, "And while such chaos as you obviously intend, by the dissonance of your strings, has its place it is not here, where laughter and mirth should ring," his hand moving quickly as he completes the nonverbal portions of his spell.

The bard looks at the little gnome, standing there, and a smile splits the narrow face. The musician begins to chuckle, ever so slightly, and the timbre of the music changes. The instrument seems to spring to life in the musician's hands as slender fingers dance in a rapid, intricate pattern. The bard's head tilts back, an open mouth launching a high, tinkling laugh into the air where it bounces aand echoes from the rafters, infectious in its gaiety. As if a dark, wet, smothering blanket were drawn from the off the room, the lights spring to life, shining more brightly, the patrons seem to sit up straighter, beginning to laugh and talk loudly again, and warmth returns to the room. The tune becomes a jig, and Colmarr's feet almost involuntarily tap in time with the music. "Do you dance, Little Gnome, when you're far from home? Do your flitting feet in prancing roam?"

Within Malachi, the glow inside him fades as the oppression around him lifts, and he is left with the warm memory of Adonai's touch.

Meanwhile, Troth heads back to the docks to look for Denther...

 

[unleashed]

“I dance but poorly my friend, but I’m not against a jig or two no matter the locale,” Colmarr says, smiling up at the bard as his feet continue to tap.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Eloise favors Magyar with a smile that is only a little forced, but she winces as the bard strikes a discordant note. She gives Grondar a frown as he walks up. "Hm, no I don't know who he is. I don't think I like this song, though. He won't last long around here with music like that." Eloise frowns slightly, placing a hand to her forehead as she heads into the kitchen.

Magyar matches Eloise with a frown of his own as he turns back to see the stage. Looking around the room to see whose eyes he can catch from his party, he does his best to move unnoticed toward the stage, hoping to provide Colmarr with whatever help he can...

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Eloise favors Magyar with a smile that is only a little forced, but she winces as the bard strikes a discordant note. She gives Grondar a frown as he walks up. "Hm, no I don't know who he is. I don't think I like this song, though. He won't last long around here with music like that." Eloise frowns slightly, placing a hand to her forehead as she heads into the kitchen.

Yeah, I donno why but I'm getting annoyed with this troubadour, call it a hunch or intuition, but I want to smack him.
Grondar decides to follow Magyar, a good intimidating figure behind the stage performance and the little gnome will do the trick.

 

[mps42]

meanwhile

"The Pander Ban, eh? Well I'll look 'im up there I guess. In the meantime I was wondering if a good feller like yerself could point me in the direction of a place to get some company fer the night."

 

[Drowned Hero]

on the way to the docks...

Troth walked towards the docks quite sure the group would do fine as Grondar was around and the Thug can hadle fin without me he thought as he passed some commoners.

All the time he has been in Tortila he has been aware of the local elf, and half-elf hatred and has been trying to lay low the time he was in Tortila, but the last days had been a madnes.

The investigation of the Captain Brens death has been a difficult and sometimes confusing matter to a simple minds as himself... He reminded himself of the loyal group he was honored to be a part of. I must be on my best this time to come Our little invstiagation is qetting quite bad looking

Troth has recently gone to look after Denther. Troth dont know why the Ranger had separate from the main group but he was determined to find him.

 

[Jdvn1]

Malachi gets up and whispers to Colmarr, "Something is definitely wrong. Do you have the ability to look for magic? I think this bard may be the source of emotion in this place--which means he may be the source of much more dangerous things."

 

[Mallak]

“I dance but poorly my friend, but I’m not against a jig or two no matter the locale,” Colmarr says, smiling up at the bard as his feet continue to tap.

The troublesome troubadour chuckles gently at the gnome, and suddenly, with a nervous glance at Magyar and Grondar moving toward the stage, stops playing, clapping a hand against the hollow body of the instrument, creating an echoing thwump. "Methinks this crowd grows rather rough, and my poor ol' head's been cracked enough. Bar room brawls are not to my taste; I'd best to exit stage left, post haste." The bard jumps from the stool to the left, leaping down off the stage and weaving deftly between the tables, heading for the door. Who could stop such a spry performer? Would anyone even try?

Just as the retreating musician reaches the door, Mistress Wendette appears as if by magic and blocks the opening. Meaty hands on ample hips, she stares down her round nose at the errant bard. "And just where do you think you're going, hm? I paid for a full night of revelry, and the evening's only just begun. You weren't thinking of taking my coin and walking out on me, were you? Because I'll tell you, I don't know where you're from, but folks 'round here tend to look poorly on that sort of thing. Her tone and attitude changes, becoming harsher, sterner. Her brow draws down in anger and she looms over the smaller frame of the bard. "Now you get your flimmin'-flammin' hands back up on that stage and fill this place with revelry! Revelry, mind! That's music, something cheery. I don't want to hear any of that dribble you were playing at earlier. Adonai knows, we've got enough to worry about without you adding your discordant jangles to the mix. Now get back up there! Well?" The poor musician is flabbergasted by the innkeeper's tirade and can't seem to form an intelligent response.

"The Pander Ban, eh? Well I'll look 'im up there I guess. In the meantime I was wondering if a good feller like yerself could point me in the direction of a place to get some company fer the night."

The man across from Denther chuckles softly to himself. "Aye, I might know a place or two. Try The Early Rose Bud. It's just up the street a bit, then down to the left. It's on the right in one of the new warehouses. Got a pot with a little budding rosebush in it out front. Can't miss it."


Meanwhile...Troth is still looking for Denther. The evening is quiet, but not too quiet.