[sblock]More intent upon discovering anything he can about his love back in the elven lands, as well as the fate of his child and the Silver Manes. He'll seek out a wizard who can view into other lands so that perhaps he may see the face of his child. If possible he'll send a message to Naeasha, either magically or by other swift means, that he'll do everything he can to protect their child. He'll also attempt to investigate his once-again rival Caerios if possible.[/sblock]
The Seas of Blood - The Price of Fame (Chapter One)
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IcyCool said:
The Moon Goddess sails slowly into harbour, putting anchor down away from the docks and dropping longboats to transport crew to shore. The docks look completely full at the moment, with dozens of ships unloading cargo for the coming celebration. Decorations are being placed across the city and minstrals perform on almost every street corner for coppers. Bart and a'Shelys are both on the first boat ashore, eager to go about their own business.
Bart:
[sblock]OOC: I am assuming that Captain Smith is able to recognise cargo and empathically tell you what looks valuable to him. I've wracked my brains over the read/write part of it, but really I can't see how you could share that. Instead I think that Bart will be able to recognize goods that you would deem valuable instead, and point out which ships are prime targets, just not what is on board.
Bardic Knowledge check (DC varies) +28 - Obscure Success
Bart is the first off the longboat as it docks, blending into the crowd and searching for the harbourmaster's office. It is a simple task to locate the large building where dozens of men are busily running back and forth, with the Harbourmaster shouting at all of them. Seems as though it is a busy day, distraction enough.
Captain Smith easily hops from Bart's shoulder and scrambles up onto the roof, climbing through on of the windows and hiding inside. Knowing that the monkey may be a while, Bart takes the time to eavesdrop on which ships are in port as well as peering out to look at the flags flapping in the sea breeze.
He recognises a good deal of them, many of them small time merchants that are tansporting foodstuff and other minor goods for the celebration. There are several ships that catch his eye though:
The Oceanbitch: Once known as a pirate vessel, this ship was captured far to the north and thought sunk to the bottom of the ocean. You know for a fact that it isn't just the flag flying on a different ship, because you were on a nearby ship and watched it sink beneath the waves.
The Dragonfish: A mercenary ship, hired out solely to guard valuable cargo sent by royalty to other nations. If it is here, which ship is it protecting, or does it have a valuable cargo of its own?
Calm Horizons: Crewed entirely by women, the Calm Horizons is a religious vessel dedicated to Matrice. She is the flagship of the religion and often carries valuable religious items to the various orders around the world.
The Aforethought: A merchant vessel from Lancesor. Usually the men from Lancedon travel exclusively in the colder waters of the north, what brings them all the way down here is interesting.[/sblock]
a'Shelys:
[sblock]Knowledge - local (DC 17) +8 - Failure
Knowledge - religion (DC 18) +19 - Success
Knowledge - arcana (DC 17) +4 - Failure
With few cities welcoming the sight of a griffon flying through its streets, especially with so much horseflesh around, a'Shelys steps off the long boat with Bart. With little to go on in a strange city, a'Shelys goes with what he knows.
The following of Yulom* is a small but vital one in the world, providing services that few others are willing, or able to. Usually located in large cities such as this one, it takes the scout several hours to track it down. The building is a small one, as they usually are, with little on the outside to decorate it. Within is no chapel, just a simple table with an old gnome sitting on a stout oak chair scribbling with a quill. At the elf's entrance the man hold up a hand before anything is said, finishing his sentence, blowing the ink dry, then finally putting down his eyeglasses and looking up with a smile.
"What can I do for you today son?"
*Yulom is the god of travellers, transporters and messengers.[/sblock]
[/sblock]Phoenix said:
[sblock]a'Shelys smiles, having found something finally in his search. "Hopefully a great deal, I have need of information of my home and those close to my blood there. From what I have heard they are in danger, and hoped that you may help me with investigating such matters." The elf looks at the gnome with a breath of anticipation on his lips.[/sblock]
Fenris
Adventurer
[sblock] Trav'nul pushed back from the breakfast table and thanked Mrs. Kelpler again. He had been lcuky to fin this little bed and breakfast hidden on the outskirts of town when he did. All the inns in town were already full a few days before the festival and he had pulled in late on his ship. But she was a kindly old lady and she cooked large and tasty meals so he was glad of that. She had been a bit nervous of him at first, but his polite manner and adress convined her to take him in. He'd been there a week now. Everyday was the same, get up, eat and head on out to the docks. He'd gotten the list of ships from the harbour master and spendt his days going from slip to slip asking captains and first mates if they had openings. Most of the replies he had gotten were either laughes, or offers to work menial jobs (that Trav'nul had too much money and dignity for). Most nautical employers of half-orcs were admittedly pirates and they were in short supply in port. But still Trav'nul contunies on his quest. In the last two days in was frequenting many dock-side businesses, both of alcohol and merchandise) to try to meet up with a prospective employer. So today he set out once again, thinkning "Perhaps I will stop by the harbour masters office to see if there are any new ships in today" [/sblock]
Ferrix said:
The elderly gnome smiles and looks at a'Shelys for a moment, seeming to judge his worth. "Now I could offer you a simple card reading, fortune telling or a cup of tea, but I'm thinking you need something a little more...worthwhile."
Hopping down off his stool, he shuffles across the room and closes the door, snibbing it to stop any interruptions. After another brief shuffle back again, the gnome struggles to pull a large wooden box from behind his desk. After a few minutes the old man has assembled a large iron framework on the floor, the metal twisting decrotively around a large crystal orb that seems to have a purple mist bellowing within.
"Now my good sir, this will not be cheap. I must ask for 200 pieces of gold up front, then if the target is...hidden from me, their will be no refund. Do you understand?"
Fenris said:
[sblock]Trav'neul Spor check (DC 14) +16 - Success[/sblock]
The docks are busy again, no surprise really, and Trav'nul's expedition along the docks immediately exposes him to the new vessels that had docked last night or this morning. The harbour-master's office was busy again, and so he'd have to wait his turn.
Crowds of people were forcing their way towards the harbourmaster and his lackeys, trying desperately to finish their business so that they could unload and begin their trading and celebrating. Many of them were to intent on leaving (or making people leave) that they missed what Trav'nul did not.
A small monkey sat on the back shelf of the room in the corner, listening intently and occassionally neaking down to peak at papers that were being put aside. The monkey seemed fairly set on looking at all of the cargo manifests that the ships were lodging, as well as making sure that no else in the room could see him.
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