The Game of Kings
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Deuce Traveler
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Shark Tank Tavern, Port Verge (evening) – Doral, Morika, Partash, Carver
Doral nods in thanks to Carver and puts the paper underneath his arm before moving to lightly touching Morika on her shoulder in order to support her weight. "She decided to have a few too many drinks, Carver. Why don't you help me get her to her room and safely to bed?"
He tosses a silver piece to Partash and says, "Parlinor, I know this is awkward, but can you bring up a large mug of water to her room? She's going to need it in the morning, unless you have something that can cure this affliction now."
If Partash is unable to cure the problem, Morika is helped in getting settled, then they leave her with her key and Doral gets the bartender and is insistent on watching him lock her door to prevent possible thieves from entering or anyone else taking advantage.
He then returns back downstairs and sits with his companions as he looks through the paper.
After a moment he gives a low, "Hmmm...now this is interesting. Seems like the Dreadhold Master Warden has stepped down. Well, if there's ever a good time to break into a secure area, it's when a green and still-raw leader is put in charge. Of course, this only helps us if our target ends up being held inside there..." Doral's voice trails off, the thought obviously uncomfortable to the otherwise seemingly chipper half-elf.
Doral taps his chin thoughtfully, then asks Carver, "So my friend, was there a verbal message passed our way also? Oh, and Parlinor and I were just talking about taking a nighttime stroll through the less fortunate districts of Port Verge, if you're interested in being our guide."
Doral nods in thanks to Carver and puts the paper underneath his arm before moving to lightly touching Morika on her shoulder in order to support her weight. "She decided to have a few too many drinks, Carver. Why don't you help me get her to her room and safely to bed?"
He tosses a silver piece to Partash and says, "Parlinor, I know this is awkward, but can you bring up a large mug of water to her room? She's going to need it in the morning, unless you have something that can cure this affliction now."
If Partash is unable to cure the problem, Morika is helped in getting settled, then they leave her with her key and Doral gets the bartender and is insistent on watching him lock her door to prevent possible thieves from entering or anyone else taking advantage.
He then returns back downstairs and sits with his companions as he looks through the paper.
After a moment he gives a low, "Hmmm...now this is interesting. Seems like the Dreadhold Master Warden has stepped down. Well, if there's ever a good time to break into a secure area, it's when a green and still-raw leader is put in charge. Of course, this only helps us if our target ends up being held inside there..." Doral's voice trails off, the thought obviously uncomfortable to the otherwise seemingly chipper half-elf.
Doral taps his chin thoughtfully, then asks Carver, "So my friend, was there a verbal message passed our way also? Oh, and Parlinor and I were just talking about taking a nighttime stroll through the less fortunate districts of Port Verge, if you're interested in being our guide."
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Bront
The man with the probe
Shark Tank Tavern, Port Verge (evening) – Doral, Morika, Partash, Carver
"Why would someone drink enough to impare their ability to move?" Carver asked as he helped with Morika.
"No, I was trying to purchase a few things I needed for some crafting tonight, and he simply asked me to bring you that. I guess that's a good thing if we get in trouble, but we shouldn't be getting into trouble, should we?"
"Why would someone drink enough to impare their ability to move?" Carver asked as he helped with Morika.
"No, I was trying to purchase a few things I needed for some crafting tonight, and he simply asked me to bring you that. I guess that's a good thing if we get in trouble, but we shouldn't be getting into trouble, should we?"
Morika stumbled past them and outside, pausing to violently regurgitate what had to be at least two week's meals. Stumbling back in again, she fumbled into her room and flopped on the bed, unconscious before she hit the covers.Dark_Jackalope said:
OOC: Yup, I'll spend the action point.
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Doral doesn't answer Carver's question immediately, concentrating at first on aiding Morika. This also gives him time to form an answer that may aid the construct. That done, he says, "Carver, most humanoids are mentally affected by alcohol. Many forms of the drink remove our ability to control ourselves physically, but also serves as a relaxer and something that normally makes the body feel good. Some of us, like Morika here, can handle more than others. She endured a physical challenge against several employees of the Prince, and beat most of them, therefore gaining their respect after the contest of constitutions."
"If you are going into town anyway, then Parlinor and I can accompany you. Maybe we'll learn a bit along the way. Besides, trouble always seems to know where to find men such as us," Doral says. Nodding to Partash he states, "As you say...safety in numbers."
"If you are going into town anyway, then Parlinor and I can accompany you. Maybe we'll learn a bit along the way. Besides, trouble always seems to know where to find men such as us," Doral says. Nodding to Partash he states, "As you say...safety in numbers."
Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
"Excellent. We'll be sure not to slow you down at all. Oh, and if anyone asks, use my real name. Doral Sloans of Vathirond," Doral gets ready to leave with Carver, and focuses on creating a layout of the city in his mind and the location of important landmarks. He also keeps a lookout for the structures that Morika's drinking 'friends' had mentioned and of the lower income areas where a beggar may be willing to exchange information for coin.
MadMaxim
First Post
Shark Tank Tavern, Port Verge (evening) – Doral, Morika, Partash, Carver
Partash catches Doral's silver coin, gets a large mug of water and carries it up to Morika's room. He watches as she collapses on the bed and then he shrugs: "I pray for you to be better in the morning, my child. May the Host grant you the strength to overcome the intoxication you have put yourself through... Rest well, Morika." Then he closes the door to her room and walks downstairs with a small prayer in Quor to il-Yannah on his lips.
Downstairs, he re-joins Carver and Doral and goes over the article in the Chronicle. He nods in agreement with Doral.
Partash catches Doral's silver coin, gets a large mug of water and carries it up to Morika's room. He watches as she collapses on the bed and then he shrugs: "I pray for you to be better in the morning, my child. May the Host grant you the strength to overcome the intoxication you have put yourself through... Rest well, Morika." Then he closes the door to her room and walks downstairs with a small prayer in Quor to il-Yannah on his lips.
Downstairs, he re-joins Carver and Doral and goes over the article in the Chronicle. He nods in agreement with Doral.
Ringmereth
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Sail and Scepter (later evening) - Dining Room - Vhir, Glasia
Snatches of conversation drift from the buisnessmen's table towards Vhir. To his ears, their loud banter is insignificant--one merchant shares a joke about the two Talenta halflings on their first visit to Sharn while his companions chuckle and eat their meals. Across the room, the halfling appears to be debating the merits of Aundairian wines from 985 to 991 with his human companion, who stauchly defends the 989 Bluevine white merlot.
Snatches of conversation drift from the buisnessmen's table towards Vhir. To his ears, their loud banter is insignificant--one merchant shares a joke about the two Talenta halflings on their first visit to Sharn while his companions chuckle and eat their meals. Across the room, the halfling appears to be debating the merits of Aundairian wines from 985 to 991 with his human companion, who stauchly defends the 989 Bluevine white merlot.