The Forgotten Forge

Zanick 'Zane' Marcela, human wizard

Pohl said:
'Well I for one am ready to get out from this weather. Join me at the Snake for a drink? Courtesy of House Tharashk. Anyone who could use a warming glass of anything you please, come follow me!'

Zane says "Excellent... anything out of this rain would be better..."
 

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Delemental said:
Tai quietly approaches Sareth, standing over Bonal's satchel.

"Master Sareth, I know you said earlier that you have business to attend to with your House. If you wish for me to take that satchel and deliver it to Master Marcela, I will do so if you want to be on your way. Of course, I would also be glad to vouch for you should you need to explain why you were delayed."

Sareth nodded as the female spoke of delivering the satchel to Marcela and spoke softly to her.

"I appreciate your concern and thank you for your disgression. If the boy knew the deceased, make sure he has time to cool off before giving it to him. No need for him to rush blindly into something he may not be prepared for..."

Reaching down and picking the satchel from the ground, Sareth handed it to the female with a simple nod.

"I will be off. If you ever are in the need of a skilled tailor, seek me out in the trade district, or seek out House Cannith and request me."

As the satchel is taken, Sareth looks once more at the blood quickly being washed away by the rain and feels the chill from earlier return.

~All I need is to get out of this blasted rain, and see what I have been called for. It is not a fit night to be out...not a fit night at all...~

Moving once more, Sareth heads to House Cannith leaving the bragging human to his crowd of potential customers.
 

Sareth crawls down near the leather satchel pulling his wet cloak on top of it and pick it up.

He then quickly leaves towards his assignement followed by the others. In front of him out of the rain another figure covered with an heavy leather cloack, approaches him. She just appeared behind the fountain almost as he/she was waiting for him. The hood of the cloack figured is put tied probably to protect him/her from the rain. The figure raises his hand and Sareth notices House Cannith seal on the ring of his hand. "If you want to know the truth about Bonal Geldem's murder go to the broken Anvil tavern at dawn" The figure then quickly turns away and quickly dissapear in the rainy night. Sareth thinks that till the sun rises he still has a few hours ahead of him.

Pohl, Zane and Tai are heading towards the Sleeping Snake with a few of the citizen who sees them as heros of some sort. All excited by the ranger's proposition they follow him cheering his latest action. The three of them noticed the cloack figure that just intercepted Sareth and quickly dissapeared a few second after.

One of the villager asks Pohl "Wow, Sir you have to show me how to use a warhammer like you do. That blow completly destroyed the old war machine." The small human man seems very excited to learn combat from Pohl, but doesn't really have the physical built to be considered a serious warrior.

People seems to shun the Changeling. They seem to feel a bit akward around her and almost pretend that she doesn't exist allowing them to avoid starting a conversation with her.

A men visibely drunk shouts at Zane. "Can't say that you did much weakling. Let me tell you something He takes a long pauses leaning on Zane. He then approaches his head from Zane ear. Zane can smell the horrible odor coming out of his mouth. As he approaches Nicadema quickly jumped on Zane other shoulder. Slightly interrupted by the Raven"What is this damn black bird doing around, this is bad luck Again taking a long breath he continu "So, where was I. ... Yes you better thank that great warrior that just saved your life" pointing to Pohl. "I am telling you, you have much to learn from him, young men" He starts laughing loudly still leaning on Zane.
 

DarkMaster said:
A men visibely drunk shouts at Zane. "Can't say that you did much weakling. Let me tell you something He takes a long pauses leaning on Zane. He then approaches his head from Zane ear. Zane can smell the horrible odor coming out of his mouth. As he approaches Nicadema quickly jumped on Zane other shoulder. Slightly interrupted by the Raven"What is this damn black bird doing around, this is bad luck Again taking a long breath he continu "So, where was I. ... Yes you better thank that great warrior that just saved your life" pointing to Pohl. "I am telling you, you have much to learn from him, young men" He starts laughing loudly still leaning on Zane.

Tai will walk over to Zane and the drunken man. "Please, sir," she says to the drunk, "this man was quite badly wounded by the warforged before that gentleman could stop her. I need to examine his wound to make sure it's healing properly." She nods toward Pohl. "That brave warrior over there has offered to buy me a drink for my assistance. I have no need of such reward, but would be glad to offer it to you instead. Speak to the barkeep about it."

(OOC Diplomacy +7, plus physical presence of changeling, plus offer of alcohol, hoping drunk will go away)

Tai makes a show of 'examining' Zane's wound, though she will wink at him out of sight of the drunk. She will cast a mending spell to repair the tear in his robes.
 

Pohl reaches the door of the Sleeping Snake and pulls it open to allow the dozen or so people to enter the tavern. He looks over at the ogre still waiting inside and gives him a thumbs up to tell him that everything is clear. As people start filing in, he hears snippets of various conversations and does his best to answer them all.

'Wow, Sir you have to show me how to use a warhammer like you do. That blow completly destroyed the old war machine.'

'Heh heh... practice, my good man. Practice! Do yourself a favor, if you have the means and the time... seek out any House Deneith practice facility. They can gives you lessons on personal defense and combat, provided you can afford the tuition.'

He claps the villager on the back and ushers him into the Snake.

From off to another group walking in, he hears a drunkard speak to the young mage with a quick retort by the lovely changeling female.


'Yes, you better thank that great warrior that just saved your life. I am telling you, you have much to learn from him, young man'

'Please, sir, this man was quite badly wounded by the warforged before that gentleman could stop her. I need to examine his wound to make sure it's healing properly. That brave warrior over there has offered to buy me a drink for my assistance. I have no need of such reward, but would be glad to offer it to you instead. Speak to the barkeep about it.'

Pohl's lips purse with disgust with the thought that his gold is going to go to pay for that blowhard's drink, so he wanders over to him as he toadies up to the bar looking for free ale. Grinning, smiling, and shaking hands with anyone and everyone as he walks through the throng of people heading to the counter, he stops and stands right next to the drunkard. As the guy turns, Pohl puts his arm around the man's shoulder, gives him a large smile, and then leans into the man's ear and whispers... ((Intimidatation Roll))

'If you don't get your disgusting carcass out of this bar right now, I will find you in the night and crush your tiny skull, you worthless piece of refuse.'

Pohl the leans back, still smiling brightly, and stares at the drunkard in the eyes.
 

As the cloaked figure stepped from the shadows and spoke to him, Sareth's hand flew to his rapier, but stopped himself once he saw the ring he wore.

~He is of House Cannith also...what is going on here?~

"If you want to know the truth about Bonal Geldem's murder go to the broken Anvil tavern at dawn"


~What next? Will the Dragons fall from the sky and land at my lap?~

Keeping his hand on the hilt of his rapier as he walked, Sareth relaxed at last as he reached the door to the House and lifted the heavy knocker and rapped it three times.

~Gods...what a night...~
 

An well dressed elderly women opens the door. She looks nervously at Sareth."Finally you are here. You know that you are late? Lady Relyar really doesn't appreciate people who are late. I hope that you are a fair tailor, because that could be the end of carreer in this house"

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The drunk men really gets excited when Tai approaches him. As she tell him about the second drink he moves quickly ahead and go sit at the bar waiting for Pohl. As Pohl approaches him he smiles back and waves at him. "Thank you my lord, you showed the &^%# machine what us ..... He makes a loud burp ".... living being were up to, Good work .

(OOC Pohl intimidation attempts)

The drunk men not too sure if Pohl was joking or serious, laugh nervously at the young warrior (intimidate roll 11+4 vs 13) He looks around and quickly leaves the bar not even waiting for his drink. The small fellow who inquires if he could learn from his is looking at Pohl with a great admiration. He really got impressed by how the drunk men got scared of him.

Zane visibely happy that the other helped him get rid of the drunk man follow the others inside.

As Pohl starts to offer the drink (OOC He struck a deal for the barman, He seems to be so happy to have the three of you in his bar that for 5gp everybody in the place will get a free drink). (spot roll Zane 19+2, Pohl 13+4, Tai 17+3 vs DC15) A cloacked figure enters the bar his leather clock still dripping with rain. The figure subtely moves towards the three of you. None of the other people in the bar are really paying attention to her.
 

Zanick 'Zane' Marcela, human wizard

Zack lets out the breath he had been holding while the drunk man was leaning on him. He really did not know what to do... my training never including this?!?
When Tai and Pohl makes the man back off he smiles and nods to them "May I get you a drink Sir Pohl? And you as well Lady Tai? You have saved me twice this night."
When he sees the cloaked figure who seems to be interested in them, tries to whisper to the two of the through his cup to cover his mouth "That chap who just came in seems to be a bit to interested in us then I'm comfortable with"
 

Karl Green said:
Zack lets out the breath he had been holding while the drunk man was leaning on him. He really did not know what to do... my training never including this?!?
When Tai and Pohl makes the man back off he smiles and nods to them "May I get you a drink Sir Pohl? And you as well Lady Tai? You have saved me twice this night."

"Please, Master Marcela, it's just 'Tai'. I'm not of a station to be called a Lady." She smiles at Zane. "But, if you wish to thank me, then I will accept a cup of mulled wine to ward off the chill of the rain." She then turns to Pohl. "And Master D'Velderan, please don't think that my giving the drink you bought for me to that drunkard was intended as a slight. It seemed the fastest way to get rid of him."

When Zane mutters his warning about the cloaked figure, Tai will try not to react much, but keep an eye on the figure until her intentions are more clear. She could be just another eyewitness coming to speak with us about the attack, she thinks to herself. No need to over-react. Not everyone in this city's a psychotic killer, Tai.
 

DarkMaster said:
An well dressed elderly women opens the door. She looks nervously at Sareth."Finally you are here. You know that you are late? Lady Relyar really doesn't appreciate people who are late. I hope that you are a fair tailor, because that could be the end of carreer in this house"

Stepping inside and finally out of the rain, Sareth first removed his soaked hat and then took off his equally drenched cloak.

"My apologies to both Lady Relyar and to the House, but tonight has been a trying night on many levels. I will offer Lady Relyar my apologies in person as well, so if you could escort me to her, I can begin to try to make up for lost time.

While he allowed the older woman to digest his words, Sareth's eyes spotted two open pegs near the hearth and quickly crossed the floor and hung his garments to dry.

~If only I could spend a few moments here as well...~

Brushing that thought from his mind as quickly as it entered, Sareth turned and began walking back towards the woman, hoping his businesslike manner had relaxed her somewhat and that the fact he was armed and in his leathers did not make him appear to be more than he wished to appear, an unassuming gnomish tailor.
 

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