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Roll: 24 (Major Success!)
You notice that the filigree work in Diela's prosthetic isn't just abstract shapes: it's various symbols of Finian. A four-leaf clover, a laughing mask, a two-headed coin...all the various symbols are represented on her leg. You also notice that the dagger she threw at the fat human has vanished from the signpost. You don't think that anyone actually took it down. You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
Roll: 18 (Success!)
You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. You also notice Diela is keeping her eyes on Strathalmere's panther, and seems very uncomfortable with the cat's presence. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
Roll: 18 (Success!)
You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. You also notice that the dagger Diela threw at the fat human has vanished from the signpost. You don't think that anyone actually took it down. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
Roll: 20 (Major Success!)
You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. You notice an unnatural chill in the air as the mayor walks by, as if she's literally given her wife a cold shoulder. You also notice Diela is keeping her eyes on your panther, and seems very uncomfortable with the cat's presence. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
Roll: 7 (Fail)
You don't see anything, distracted by the shine of Diela's leg. You almost walk into a lamppost.
Roll: 18 (Success)
You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. You also notice an unnatural chill in the air as the mayor walks by, as if she's literally given her wife a cold shoulder. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
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Roll: 14
The mayor and her wife are more worried about the missing caravans than they're letting on. The mayor was very uncomfortable giving that speech. Also, based on her body language, you get the impression there's more to Diela's story about the Merchants' Association financing this group than she was letting on.
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I enter the Tavern calling the cat to heel, wander to the bar and put a couple of silvers on it and order one of their Ciders and take it to the table in the darkest corner and sit down, nursing it.
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This place seems kind of deserted. I don't recall towns having this many empty shops, though I suppose it has been a while since I've seen civilization. Maybe things have changed in that time? Probably not. More likely, it's related to the disappearances of the caravans.
Walking into the tavern brings back other memories of civilization. Like food cooked over a stove instead of a campfire - or not at all, on rainy nights. Crusty breads, sharp cheeses. And beer.
Oh, and currency. Sigh.
I follow the mayor and her wife over to the table. I eye the chairs suspiciously. Been a while since I've sat in one of these. They don't exactly seem to be the right size for someone like me, either. Better not to risk it. I assume a place near the table, standing, and try my best not to look menacing. Probably unsuccessfully.
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I politely follow the Mayor and her wife to a table. Before sitting, I look around the room and look back to the Mayor and her wife.
"Diela, best if we're not interrupted. Maybe we close early today, yes? I'd say that crowd outside didn't need much more drink in them, and I'd hate for you to have to follow though on your promise to that big oaf if he didn't get the hint already."
Entering the tavern, Dieknuh takes the same seat she claimed yesterday when she originally overheard talk of the Mayor's appeal. If we have relative privacy, perhaps now will be the time to learn the truth behind all of this.
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After everyone enters the tavern, Diela locks the front door. There are five separate locks, one of which requires two keys, and then she taps the door with her prosthetic leg. There's a barely perceptible shimmer of magic at the threshold. "Even if that blowhard Orel were at the door, that enchantment'll keep any sound from leaving the room."
The bar is empty except for you all, Diela, and Muirgheal. Muirgheal mutters a few words, then flicks a bolt of fire towards the fireplace, causing the logs to burst into flames.
"Let's get down to brass tacks," the mayor begins. "We've had five caravans go missing along the Silver Road. It's just our trade caravans; all other travelers bound for Silverwatch have been left alone. We've had everyone from nobles travelling to court to pilgrims bound for the Great Library pass through unmolested. Were this a hundred years ago, Diela and I would be out there fixing this ourselves. Fact is, we retired from the adventuring game a long time ago. We came here to live out our golden years in the quiet countryside. I never even planned on getting into politics except the last mayor was a corrupt little weasel.
"The worst part is that it's not just merchandise going missing. Thirty-one people, vanished without a trace. We haven't made it public, but the sheriff went out to investigate and vanished. We're telling the citizens he's gone to Silverwatch to petition the Argent Guard for support, but the truth is he went out after the third caravan went missing and never came home. We don't know who's behind this, but they're covering their tracks."
"It's not the Theives' Guild. I may be retired," Diela interrupts, tapping her prosthetic, "but I still maintain contacts within the guild. They're looking into the matter internally, but last I heard they hadn't found anything useful."
"And you should probably know the Merchants' Associate isn't covering the reward," the mayor says, "because most of them are among the missing. We're dipping into our personal funds to cover this."
"You can understand why we don't want town at large knowing exactly how much we're worth," Diela interjects.
"Please, ladies, I think I can speak for us well when I say we understand the... subtleties of the situation. May I ask, who might have motive to perpetrate of a crime of this sort? Might this previous Mayor you mentioned have something to do with it?"
Let's lay the foundation for a convenient scapegoat in case this goes south. If that weasel actually had something to do with it, all the better.
Blond locks spill out across shining chain mail as the noble warrior woman removes her helmet and sets it on the table. She had appeared in the square alongside the Mayor, simply nodding once as the suggestion to move to the tavern was made. Though slight of figure, she wears the heavy chain and shield strapped to her back with confidence, and her left gauntlet rests against the butt of a menacing morningstar. Helmet removed, the face revealed is young, but set with fierce contemplation.
"Not unless he has changed his heraldic markings," she replies, nodding to the attested cleric. "I am Emeryn, heir to the Marquis Paradesh." The savvy might place her accent in the dry, warm lands of central Thiar. "I have just come from Silverwatch with news of these...predations. Crimson cloaks have been spotted along the road, under the banner of a broken chain." Her face hardens, and she looks up. "We must find these criminals and bring them to justice."
"I'm afraid I must echo the large gentleman. Please explain."
I should have known this would have been a lot more complicated than it appeared, Finian. A broken chain as a symbol? Did you send me after another nest of fanatics?
"Let me take a guess. Its a group of religous fanatics that wish to release some unspeakable evil being onto the world. Some times I wish these people would have just a little bit more imagination" I then stand and move to a table closer to the rest of the group at the mayors table still nursing my mug of Cider. "The chairs are fairly study by overly cautious freind you aren't going to break them just by sitting in them"
Which shops were boarded up?
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Has the Mayor's wife given any indication to me that she understood the thieve's cant as I was discussing the contract and she was right there? I was under the impression she was Merchant's guild, not Thieves guild
Emeryn turns her scarlet-brown eyes on each of the men that addressed her in turn, her left hand gripping the pommel of her morningstar at her side - not to draw it, but perhaps to focus an upwelling of anger. "Alas," she says coldly, "this account is all I have heard about the symbol of the broken chain. It belongs to no noble house that I know of." She waits a moment, then adds, "The lady who saw these men believes they are necromancers, but I have little reason to trust this claim. Perhaps this symbol is known in Ull-Seagle?" She turns to the Mayor.
I set down my pack with a hearty clunk, as if several large pieces of wood knocked together. I tentatively sit in a chair and rummage in the pack until I find a square scrap of light hide and a charcoal stick, which I foist towards the paladin.
"DRAW?" It had meant to sound like a request, but came out more like a command. I clear my throat, and add "...please."
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"A fine idea. While she draws the symbol as she knows it, I've got a few more questions."
"Madame Mayor, you mentioned that only the caravans have disappeared on their journey. All other travelers, that you know of at least, have passed through unmolested. That makes common banditry unlikely. What kind of guard did the previous caravan's have?"
I think for moment, and then a sly grin crosses my face.
"And might you have a cart and a few bushels of apples we could borrow?"
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You notice that the filigree work in Diela's prosthetic isn't just abstract shapes: it's various symbols of Finian. A four-leaf clover, a laughing mask, a two-headed coin...all the various symbols are represented on her leg. You also notice that the dagger she threw at the fat human has vanished from the signpost. You don't think that anyone actually took it down. You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. You also notice Diela is keeping her eyes on Strathalmere's panther, and seems very uncomfortable with the cat's presence. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. You also notice that the dagger Diela threw at the fat human has vanished from the signpost. You don't think that anyone actually took it down. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. You notice an unnatural chill in the air as the mayor walks by, as if she's literally given her wife a cold shoulder. You also notice Diela is keeping her eyes on your panther, and seems very uncomfortable with the cat's presence. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
You don't see anything, distracted by the shine of Diela's leg. You almost walk into a lamppost.
You notice that the town has a lot of businesses that are closed; the largest inn (the Beggar's Tankard), a couple of shops are boarded up, and it's clear that the town should have more residents that the number of people who showed up for the meeting. You also notice an unnatural chill in the air as the mayor walks by, as if she's literally given her wife a cold shoulder. Finally, you notice that Pinkletuff almost walked into lamppost.
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The mayor and her wife are more worried about the missing caravans than they're letting on. The mayor was very uncomfortable giving that speech. Also, based on her body language, you get the impression there's more to Diela's story about the Merchants' Association financing this group than she was letting on.
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The Moon Elf walks into the tavern and sits in the corner farthest from the front door but closest to the rear exit [presuming there is one].
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This place seems kind of deserted. I don't recall towns having this many empty shops, though I suppose it has been a while since I've seen civilization. Maybe things have changed in that time? Probably not. More likely, it's related to the disappearances of the caravans.
Walking into the tavern brings back other memories of civilization. Like food cooked over a stove instead of a campfire - or not at all, on rainy nights. Crusty breads, sharp cheeses. And beer.
Oh, and currency. Sigh.
I follow the mayor and her wife over to the table. I eye the chairs suspiciously. Been a while since I've sat in one of these. They don't exactly seem to be the right size for someone like me, either. Better not to risk it. I assume a place near the table, standing, and try my best not to look menacing. Probably unsuccessfully.
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"Diela, best if we're not interrupted. Maybe we close early today, yes? I'd say that crowd outside didn't need much more drink in them, and I'd hate for you to have to follow though on your promise to that big oaf if he didn't get the hint already."
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Surely he doesn't mean me? A look of concern and puzzlement crosses my face.
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After everyone enters the tavern, Diela locks the front door. There are five separate locks, one of which requires two keys, and then she taps the door with her prosthetic leg. There's a barely perceptible shimmer of magic at the threshold. "Even if that blowhard Orel were at the door, that enchantment'll keep any sound from leaving the room."
The bar is empty except for you all, Diela, and Muirgheal. Muirgheal mutters a few words, then flicks a bolt of fire towards the fireplace, causing the logs to burst into flames.
"Let's get down to brass tacks," the mayor begins. "We've had five caravans go missing along the Silver Road. It's just our trade caravans; all other travelers bound for Silverwatch have been left alone. We've had everyone from nobles travelling to court to pilgrims bound for the Great Library pass through unmolested. Were this a hundred years ago, Diela and I would be out there fixing this ourselves. Fact is, we retired from the adventuring game a long time ago. We came here to live out our golden years in the quiet countryside. I never even planned on getting into politics except the last mayor was a corrupt little weasel.
"The worst part is that it's not just merchandise going missing. Thirty-one people, vanished without a trace. We haven't made it public, but the sheriff went out to investigate and vanished. We're telling the citizens he's gone to Silverwatch to petition the Argent Guard for support, but the truth is he went out after the third caravan went missing and never came home. We don't know who's behind this, but they're covering their tracks."
"It's not the Theives' Guild. I may be retired," Diela interrupts, tapping her prosthetic, "but I still maintain contacts within the guild. They're looking into the matter internally, but last I heard they hadn't found anything useful."
"And you should probably know the Merchants' Associate isn't covering the reward," the mayor says, "because most of them are among the missing. We're dipping into our personal funds to cover this."
"You can understand why we don't want town at large knowing exactly how much we're worth," Diela interjects.
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Let's lay the foundation for a convenient scapegoat in case this goes south. If that weasel actually had something to do with it, all the better.
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"Not unless he has changed his heraldic markings," she replies, nodding to the attested cleric. "I am Emeryn, heir to the Marquis Paradesh." The savvy might place her accent in the dry, warm lands of central Thiar. "I have just come from Silverwatch with news of these...predations. Crimson cloaks have been spotted along the road, under the banner of a broken chain." Her face hardens, and she looks up. "We must find these criminals and bring them to justice."
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"DRAW?" It had meant to sound like a request, but came out more like a command. I clear my throat, and add "...please."
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"Madame Mayor, you mentioned that only the caravans have disappeared on their journey. All other travelers, that you know of at least, have passed through unmolested. That makes common banditry unlikely. What kind of guard did the previous caravan's have?"
I think for moment, and then a sly grin crosses my face.
"And might you have a cart and a few bushels of apples we could borrow?"
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