The Antigrol Tide (IC)

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

"The elven invasion is coming, you say? We've been hearing rumblings for some time, of course. You understand, I cannot leave just yet. There's Ben's body to see to and, well, there's just too many people still in town depending on me." She glances over at her daughter. "But take Eloise with you. Even a life at sea would be far better than fleeing at the head of an invading army. Oh, if only my Bennie were still here..." She lets out a mournful sigh, a cloud passing over her face for a moment. "Well, there's nothing to be done for it now. How long do you think we have?"

"I'm not sure. Our new friend seemed to think it was imminent, though."

Mag watches Eloise scurrying about, worried to hear her mother has chosen to stay.

"How many others do you think of as your charges, Mistress?" Mag says suddenly, still keeping his voice pitched so that it doesn't carry. "It strikes me that the captain would be best served by a burial at sea. If we saw to claiming his body, and if your responsibilities were a small enough group to fit on our ship, would you be willing to come? I don't know about you, but I'd hate to think what losing her mother might do to Eloise; she does seem rather ... fragile."

[sblock=OOC]How many extra people would the ship hold, for that matter? Of course, the others may not cotton to Mag blithely offering seats to strangers, so it may be moot... [/sblock]

 

[Drowned Hero]

Troth walks as fast he can towards the three penny... he watches the elves going from shadow to shadow and wondering how they know that he was a half elf, having Troth done his makeup this morning and his turban was folded tight. He realized that there was many thing above his understanding.
He watched at Denther signaling to him if he saw the elves going in their same general direction...

 

[Mallak]

"It strikes me that the captain would be best served by a burial at sea. If we saw to claiming his body, and if your responsibilities were a small enough group to fit on our ship, would you be willing to come? I don't know about you, but I'd hate to think what losing her mother might do to Eloise; she does seem rather ... fragile."

"Oh, you're quite right, Ben should be buried at sea...There are three unfortunates I'm still taking care of. One is a widow, too old for travel, another is a shut-in, nursing a broken leg these past three weeks, and the last is a young man most folks wouldn't pay a second mind to. He's a bit slow, you see. All but old Madge would probably be willing to come, but I don't want to be a burden on you, and I'd hate to leave my inn." She gives the common room a woeful look, as if imagining it pillaged and plundered by a band of rowdy elven soldiers.

 

[unleashed]

A shocked look coming to his face as Mistress Wendette reveals they’ve been hearing hints of the coming invasion, Colmarr mutters to himself, “Why are we always the last ones to know,” as Magyar replies and asks a few questions of his own.

"Oh, you're quite right, Ben should be buried at sea...There are three unfortunates I'm still taking care of. One is a widow, too old for travel, another is a shut-in, nursing a broken leg these past three weeks, and the last is a young man most folks wouldn't pay a second mind to. He's a bit slow, you see. All but old Madge would probably be willing to come, but I don't want to be a burden on you, and I'd hate to leave my inn." She gives the common room a woeful look, as if imagining it pillaged and plundered by a band of rowdy elven soldiers.

“Better to choose people over property, I always say ... after all, rebuilding is simple compared to bringing the dead back to life,” Colmarr replies with a wry smile, as he watches her look woefully around the common room. “We certainly have room to take you and your charges with us easily enough, and I’m sure Eliose would prefer to have you along if we can manage it.” He then pauses for a moment, stroking his goatee, before he adds, “Hmm, the only problem I can see is supplies. Though, if we gather as much of what you have here as possible, we should be able to cope with the added burden on the supplies we currently have aboard. I’m not sure how easy it’ll be to reprovision at this time of day otherwise, and I’d like to get underway as soon as we’re able ... to avoid any potential entanglements.”

 

[Strahd_Von_Zarovich]

Grondar

A loud whistle comes from Grondar, as the impatient thug waits near the door with the Elf bard on his shoulder.
If Colmarr and Magyar glance at him he motions them to stop talking and hurry to the ship.

 

[unleashed]

Colmarr looks across to Grondar and nods to show he’s heard the big man, raising his hand to gesture that they won’t be much longer, before turning back to Mistress Wendette as he waits for her reply.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

He then pauses for a moment, stroking his goatee, before he adds, “Hmm, the only problem I can see is supplies. Though, if we gather as much of what you have here as possible, we should be able to cope with the added burden on the supplies we currently have aboard. I’m not sure how easy it’ll be to reprovision at this time of day otherwise, and I’d like to get underway as soon as we’re able ... to avoid any potential entanglements.”

Magyar nods, looking toward Grondar at the door with the unconscious bard.

"If you agree, Mistress," he adds behind the gnome, "We could leave you briefly while we collect the captain, then return here to help you with your charges and in transporting supplies? The more we can get done at once, I think, the better off we'll be."

[sblock=OOC]How far away is the morgue from where we are now, and where is the ship in relation to the two points?[/sblock]

 

[Mallak]

"We could leave you briefly while we collect the captain, then return here to help you with your charges and in transporting supplies? The more we can get done at once, I think, the better off we'll be."

Mistress Wendette smiles at Magyar's suggestions.

"Yes, I think perhaps that would be best. It would also give me a chance to close up the inn. And to think, I was fretting that I had no overnight guests this evening! Go quickly, now!"

[sblock=OOC]The morgue is near the southern tip of the harbor. The ship is a bit further north than the midpoint of the harbor. Hurrying, you could make it from one to the other in five minutes or so. The inn is maybe a half hour or so walk from the docks. I know we've been playing with these timings and distances, but this is what we'll say is accurate for now.[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

“Well, let’s be about it then ... the faster we’re gone, the faster we’re back,” Colmarr remarks, shaking his head in amazement that in all likelihood he’s found himself right in the middle of a great tale, rather than just observing it from the fringes and writing about it.

Turning to look at the common room, Colmarr whistles to get his crewmates attention, before waving them towards the door and Grondar as he heads there himself.

 

[jkason]

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

“Well, let’s be about it then ... the faster we’re gone, the faster we’re back,” Colmarr remarks, shaking his head in amazement that in all likelihood he’s found himself right in the middle of a great tale, rather than just observing it from the fringes and writing about it.

Turning to look at the common room, Colmarr whistles to get his crewmates attention, before waving them towards the door and Grondar as he heads there himself.

Mag nods, working his way to Eloise on his way out. "Your mother has urgent tasks for you, Eloise," he whispers, his expression set to make it clear he's not abandoning her to chores, but letting her know a course of action has be decided upon. He doesn't delay long enough to go into any more details, however, hurrying to join his party at the door and make their hasty way toward the morgue.

"Do we think the place will be open at this hour? Probably easier if it isn't" he says as they make their way through the streets. "And we need to figure out how we're going to disguise Ben so that we don't get stopped as graverobbers."