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The Evening Streets of the Wharf District
There are many people out this early in the evening, running errands, doing last minute business, visiting friends, or finally leaving work and heading for a drink or three before home. The cobbled streets of the wharf district hum with twilight activity and it is still well before that darkling time, the interim period in which the command of the streets changes from shopkeepers and dockworkers to thieves and whores. Open dining areas and ale gardens take shape as people gather for food and drink and companionship. Many seem reluctant to take their personal business inside this evening, and restaraunt proprieters indulge them with tables and kegs along the major streets.
Bran: [sblock]The night air is cool and carries the familiar, comforting reek of wharf and rot. The party at the Clam Shell is just under way, and there are still many hours before dawn. Assuming you can reach the crafstman before he closes his shop, you have all the time you need to find Kaelin again and get back into her good graces. Perhaps she might even spend the day with you tomorrow, purusing through bazaars and merchant stalls while breakfasting on sugary sweetbreads and strong, nutty Ichian coffee. Thinking of how much she might appreciate just the perfect gift, you smile quietly to yourself as you wind your way through the crowds.
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Jaleph: [sblock] Once you leave the Clam Shell, you can easily spot the two men Marisa pointed out to you. They weave through the crowds, slow and deliberate, intent on their prey. Marking their direction and speed, you easily slip ahead of them. You finally spot Bran, his distinctive purple cape fluttering in his wake. He seems lost in his own thoughts, and appears to be unaware of the two thugs following him.[/sblock]
There are many people out this early in the evening, running errands, doing last minute business, visiting friends, or finally leaving work and heading for a drink or three before home. The cobbled streets of the wharf district hum with twilight activity and it is still well before that darkling time, the interim period in which the command of the streets changes from shopkeepers and dockworkers to thieves and whores. Open dining areas and ale gardens take shape as people gather for food and drink and companionship. Many seem reluctant to take their personal business inside this evening, and restaraunt proprieters indulge them with tables and kegs along the major streets.
Bran: [sblock]The night air is cool and carries the familiar, comforting reek of wharf and rot. The party at the Clam Shell is just under way, and there are still many hours before dawn. Assuming you can reach the crafstman before he closes his shop, you have all the time you need to find Kaelin again and get back into her good graces. Perhaps she might even spend the day with you tomorrow, purusing through bazaars and merchant stalls while breakfasting on sugary sweetbreads and strong, nutty Ichian coffee. Thinking of how much she might appreciate just the perfect gift, you smile quietly to yourself as you wind your way through the crowds.
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Jaleph: [sblock] Once you leave the Clam Shell, you can easily spot the two men Marisa pointed out to you. They weave through the crowds, slow and deliberate, intent on their prey. Marking their direction and speed, you easily slip ahead of them. You finally spot Bran, his distinctive purple cape fluttering in his wake. He seems lost in his own thoughts, and appears to be unaware of the two thugs following him.[/sblock]
Jaleph Bigthumbs Halfling Sorceror
Although he attempts to mask it, Jaleph waves his arms and mutters to himself as he directs the arcane energies, allowing him to whisper to Bran from a distance. He then continues in his wake, keeping about 60 feet between them. Keeping his hand near his mouth (and pretending that he's picking his nose), he whispers "Bran, this is Jaleph- no, keep walking! I'm using a spell to contact you from a distance. There are two men following you. Marisa overheard them at the Clam, they were saying something about a person named Hugo, and seemed to have some bad intent towards you, so we have all followed along to make sure that you come to no harm. Although I do not see the rest of the team right now, they are nearby. I can hear you if you whisper back. How do you want to handle this?"
OOC: Message spell, target Bran, duration 10 min.
Although he attempts to mask it, Jaleph waves his arms and mutters to himself as he directs the arcane energies, allowing him to whisper to Bran from a distance. He then continues in his wake, keeping about 60 feet between them. Keeping his hand near his mouth (and pretending that he's picking his nose), he whispers "Bran, this is Jaleph- no, keep walking! I'm using a spell to contact you from a distance. There are two men following you. Marisa overheard them at the Clam, they were saying something about a person named Hugo, and seemed to have some bad intent towards you, so we have all followed along to make sure that you come to no harm. Although I do not see the rest of the team right now, they are nearby. I can hear you if you whisper back. How do you want to handle this?"
OOC: Message spell, target Bran, duration 10 min.
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silentspace
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This was embarrassing. In the wild plains Ven was considered hawk-eyed and wolf-eared, but in the city he was completely lost. He wandered the streets aimlessly, hoping to spot his quarry.
Jaleph Bigthumbs Halfling Sorceror
As soon as he hears Bran's reply, Jaleph looks around for his comrades. Seeing them, he motions for them to gather around. Still walking with them, he explains "Bran has said that he intends to turn into an alleyway. We are to stay close; if the ruffians follow him down the alleyway, we should assume that real trouble is headed his way and rush to help. C'mon, keep up. Oh, there he goes- and there are the thugs! Let's see what they do."
As soon as he hears Bran's reply, Jaleph looks around for his comrades. Seeing them, he motions for them to gather around. Still walking with them, he explains "Bran has said that he intends to turn into an alleyway. We are to stay close; if the ruffians follow him down the alleyway, we should assume that real trouble is headed his way and rush to help. C'mon, keep up. Oh, there he goes- and there are the thugs! Let's see what they do."
The thugs pause at the entrance of the alley, and the taller one calls the shorter one close to him for a quick discussion. The tall one whispers something, pointing first down the alley, and then down further down the street. The short one nods in agreement, and hustles away, getting lost in the crowd. The tall one watches him leave for a second before turning to look around, glancing over the crowd to see who might be looking at him. As he turns, light from a nearby lamp illuminates his thin, gaunt face. Jaleph can see a smooth pink scar running from his temple to his chin, cutting through a pepper-grey beard. Satisfied, Scar pulls his cloak tighter about him and slinks into the alley.
Jaleph: [sblock] You feel his eyes wash over you only for a moment. You do not feel like the tall one spotted you. [/sblock]
Bran: [sblock] This short alley is not as dim as you might want for such work. Too much light spills in from the lamps and torches at either end. Still, discarded boxes and crates, narrow doorways, and empty ale kegs provide plenty of shadows to hide in. Since Jaleph alerted you to their presence you can now feel them at your back. If the tall one is really Mires, then the short one must be his cousin Milton; two of Hugo's most inept henchmen. You might be doing Hugo a favor, really.[/sblock]
Jaleph: [sblock] You feel his eyes wash over you only for a moment. You do not feel like the tall one spotted you. [/sblock]
Bran: [sblock] This short alley is not as dim as you might want for such work. Too much light spills in from the lamps and torches at either end. Still, discarded boxes and crates, narrow doorways, and empty ale kegs provide plenty of shadows to hide in. Since Jaleph alerted you to their presence you can now feel them at your back. If the tall one is really Mires, then the short one must be his cousin Milton; two of Hugo's most inept henchmen. You might be doing Hugo a favor, really.[/sblock]
Jaleph Bigthumbs Halfling Sorceror
Jaleph whispers "Only one has entered- tall, thinfaced, bearded, and scarred on the face. We're coming in behind him. Marisa, will you watch the entrance to the alley? The shorter one may have gone to get help." He casts another spell on himself before peering around the corner into the alley.
OOC: Although the whispers were intended for two different people, Bran can hear all of it- as can Marisa and Kragor (and Ven, if he came with us?)
casts Mage Armor
Jaleph whispers "Only one has entered- tall, thinfaced, bearded, and scarred on the face. We're coming in behind him. Marisa, will you watch the entrance to the alley? The shorter one may have gone to get help." He casts another spell on himself before peering around the corner into the alley.
OOC: Although the whispers were intended for two different people, Bran can hear all of it- as can Marisa and Kragor (and Ven, if he came with us?)
casts Mage Armor
silentspace
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Ven sees Jaleph point out the two that Marisa was talking about. Seeing the small one split away and the group preparing to ambush the tall one, Ven leaves the others. He will attempt to follow the other one, hopefully getting closer, if possible.
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