The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

"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.

Magyar is at first dismayed that the singer seems to be bolting again, but finds his smile impossible to suppress when the heafty matron of the inn halts the man in his tracks.

"You know, Mistress Wendette, perhaps the chap merely needs a rest; his songs may be discordant from fatigue. Perhaps a partnership might refresh him. If you'd like, I can entertain the crowd for a bit while Colmarr lends his musical talents to our new friend. I'm sure if they put their heads together, they'd have quite a song to sing."

Mag looks to the gnome with a wink. He hopes the gnome's "collaboration" might be of the more interrogative sort, but at the very least they have the singer cornered.

[sblock=OOC]Mag would be doing one of his old magic acts. Skills I'd think are relevant: Perform (act) +6, Sleight of Hand +11, Use rope +8, possibly Bluff +8 (for its distraction application: keep the audience looking at the wrong hand and all that)[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

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."

Colmarr nods as he listen to Malachi, but doesn’t answer or look in his direction as his attention is focused on the bard.

 

[unleashed]

"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.

Frowning as the bard dashes off, Colmarr can do nothing but watch ... though his frown quickly changes to a grin when Mistress Wendette blocks the door. He then makes his way across the room, arriving towards the halfway point of Mistress Wendette’s rebuke, nodding as she finishes and Magyar proposes a little get together with the troublesome musician.

“Yes, I’m sure we could come up with something interesting with a short break, and I think a drink might be just the thing to get him in the right mood,” Colmarr remarks, kicking the bard in the ankle as he adds, “Now ... what do you say to the nice woman, my musical friend?”

He then wanders back towards the stage, and as he passes Malachi says conversationally, “You know I hadn’t heard of Adonai before you came aboard, and now Mistress Wendette is calling upon Adonai as if she follows your deity too ... how strange.”

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

Grondar approaches the bard and lays his hand on his shoulder.
I think you know more then you show, take a sit and start to speak.
His intimidating tone is well above the mistress.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth walks the streets taking a look into taverns inn's and bordels taking a look after Denther.
He walks with a open eye in case of any trouble... He stuff his pointy ears into his turbant and walks on.

 

[Mallak]

Grondar ushers the bard to a table in the corner where he is joined by other members of the party. The bard, surrounded, looks up at them.

"I see that my cover has well been blown, and no more may I remain unknown. It now matters not for me to stay mum; there is not you can do, for the Saeleine comes." Colmarr recognizes the word Saeleine. It is an ancient construction in the elvish language, an active noun in a ritualized form meaning "advance" or "invasion". "Though a merdant I was, my work here is through. Now a prophet I'll be, and a tale for you." "Merdant" is an elvish cooking term. It is the name given to an underchef who arranges and prepares ingredients before the master chef arrives to create the meal. "Too long have the lands on this side of the sea disrupted the Mother of Earth, Beast, and Tree. The Saeleine is coming to wipe your land clean and replace all your filth with beauty pristine." The musician cradles the stringed instrument in slender arms and sits staring with a smug expression and the party members gathered around the table.

Meanwhile, Denther emerges from the tavern, coming up onto the wharf. Troth, coming down the lane, spies the young man emerge onto the street. Down by the harbor, Troth and Denther notice a dark longboat which glides silently up to a pier. Eight men pile out onto the dock. They are all slight of build and wearing long, dark cloaks. They move silently and swiftly to secure their craft. They then move up into the city. Once off the docks, they spread out, moving up the street together but far enough apart that one might mistake their cohesion for coincidence. One, coming toward Troth, makes a move as if drawing a weapon covertly. When he is close enough to see Troth's features, though, he relaxes. He speaks to Troth in words the barbarian has not heard in many years. It is the language of the high elves of Cellador.

"Get out of the city tonight, brother. The Saeleine comes." His voice is soft, the sibilants slurred. Somewhere recently, Troth has heard that same accent, only speaking common, not elvish.

 

[Drowned Hero]

Meanwhile, Denther emerges from the tavern, coming up onto the wharf. Troth, coming down the lane, spies the young man emerge onto the street.

'Denther!' Troth calls on the human ranger 'at last i spot you ive been looking for you all over the place'

"Get out of the city tonight, brother. The Saeleine comes." His voice is soft, the sibilants slurred. Somewhere recently, Troth has heard that same accent, only speaking common, not elvish.

Troth stands his high looking up at the high elf 'brother long time has gone since i heard the elvish language. it is like comming home... What threat are I and my friend to front? who are this Saeleine you speak of and how is it you advise me to leave this place?' Troth talks elven with heavy common accent as he havent talked the high language for many many years. He nods and makes Denther feel confortable as the human ont understand what the elf and Troth are speaking.

 

[mps42]

'Denther!' Troth calls on the human ranger 'at last i spot you ive been looking for you all over the place'

"hello Troth, sorry if I worried you but, I had to get out for a bit. "

 

[Mallak]

Troth stands his high looking up at the high elf 'brother long time has gone since i heard the elvish language. it is like comming home... What threat are I and my friend to front? who are this Saeleine you speak of and how is it you advise me to leave this place?' Troth talks elven with heavy common accent as he havent talked the high language for many many years. He nods and makes Denther feel confortable as the human ont understand what the elf and Troth are speaking.

The strange elf gives Troth a funny look, but he doesn't stay to chat. He turns away, cloak swirling in the harbor breeze, and calls back as he disappears into the night with his fellows, [sblock=Elvish]"For your own sake, be out of town by dawn."[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Grondar ushers the bard to a table in the corner where he is joined by other members of the party. The bard, surrounded, looks up at them.

"I see that my cover has well been blown, and no more may I remain unknown. It now matters not for me to stay mum; there is not you can do, for the Saeleine comes." Colmarr recognizes the word Saeleine. It is an ancient construction in the elvish language, an active noun in a ritualized form meaning "advance" or "invasion". "Though a merdant I was, my work here is through. Now a prophet I'll be, and a tale for you." "Merdant" is an elvish cooking term. It is the name given to an underchef who arranges and prepares ingredients before the master chef arrives to create the meal. "Too long have the lands on this side of the sea disrupted the Mother of Earth, Beast, and Tree. The Saeleine is coming to wipe your land clean and replace all your filth with beauty pristine." The musician cradles the stringed instrument in slender arms and sits staring with a smug expression and the party members gathered around the table.

“A disturbing tale you tell if your words are truthful, which I believe they are given recent events,” Colmarr remarks, looking at the bard with a troubled expression, as a few things become clearer to him.

Turning to his companions, he adds, “In case that wasn’t quite clear due to the smattering of elven used, our troublesome friend here has just said the elves are poised to invade these lands, if I’m not mistaken, and that he’s one of their agents, sent to sow dissent before they arrive. If I judge rightly by his smug expression, the invasion he speaks of will commence very shortly. I’d guess in a matter of days at the most, and that’s not something anyone with a lick of sense wants to be around for, if the chronicles I’ve read and the tales I’ve heard are to be believed.”