Author Topic: And I Have to Start It in a Bar... (Read 60520 times)

phaedrusxy · « **Reply #60 on:** December 27, 2013, 04:16:26 PM »

Grey sits in the bar with Novihrek and thinks to him <I don't like it... but I'm curious enough to go check it out. If it turns ugly, I'll try to hold up whatever it is while the rest of you run for it. My... abilities... make me kind of hard to hold.>

When the Kalashtar finishes his drink and heads out, Grey goes with him.

Risada · « **Reply #61 on:** December 27, 2013, 04:24:22 PM »

While drinking, he replies to Fina. "Don't mind it. It's always better to enjoy some drink with more people than alone."

Then Novihrek replies to Grey mentally. <Don't worry... Hopefully nothing dangerous will happen... I guess.>

And replies to Thokram as well. "I am merely a kalashtar that likes to travel around. I have no idea what someone from Sharn would want with me. Or... perhaps I got your question wrong?"

ksbsnowowl · « **Reply #62 on:** December 27, 2013, 05:34:56 PM »

"Just trying to put names to faces," Thokram says. "I'm not sure what anyone from Sharn would want with me, either." He stares off toward the south as he says the last bit.

geniussavant · « **Reply #63 on:** January 05, 2014, 10:58:36 PM »

A thin layer of snow covers the cobblestones as the party walks towards their destination. Trash blows lazily across their path every so often. As they approach their destination, they pass by a short alley that seems to be the source of a small trickle of acrid smelling smoke. Trash was burning somewhere nearby. Opposite the alley stands an impressive and sturdy iron gate blocks the party's path. The gate itself is closed with a lock of intricate detail, and their doesn't appear to be a guard. Which is decidedly odd, as the letter mentions one...

phaedrusxy · « **Reply #64 on:** January 06, 2014, 11:32:49 AM »

With one hand Grey flips through the hidden pockets of his robe, going over his inventory of alchemical items to refresh his memory of where each is stored. He holds his crossbow in the other hand, cocked and loaded.

With a whispery voice he says (in common) "Something's not right here... Where's the guard?"

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Edit: To the others mentally, Grey says <Ah... there is a lone humanoid hiding in the alley. Perhaps that's the guard?>

Grey grips his crossbow in both hands and aims it to the spot he knows the person is hiding in and says "Come on out now, so the rest can see you."

Scout89 · « **Reply #65 on:** January 08, 2014, 08:17:48 AM »

Bathra aproaches Grey, He's not hiding. We are here too early. In a louder voice he says, Hello there! I guess our arival is expected? And as he finishes talking, Bathra shows his platinum coin.

phaedrusxy · « **Reply #66 on:** January 08, 2014, 09:07:41 AM »

Grey looks at ~~Bantha~~ ~~TaunTaun~~ Bathra respectfully, lowering his crossbow slightly, and says "Yeah... suppose you're right." His eyes linger on the construct for a few moments due to curiosity. Despite the sight of warforged being relatively common, he still can't quite get over the sense of wonder when looking at them up close.

geniussavant · « **Reply #67 on:** January 08, 2014, 02:28:37 PM »

From the shadows steps a beggar with a bowl in his hand. He holds the bowl out expectantly.

phaedrusxy · « **Reply #68 on:** January 08, 2014, 02:38:12 PM »

Grey lets go of his crossbow with one hand, and pulls out a few silver coins in the other. As he drops a couple into the beggar's hand, he says "What do you know about this house?"

geniussavant · « **Reply #69 on:** January 08, 2014, 06:32:36 PM »

The begger puts a hand over his bowl as Grey tries to place the coins. His only response is given in a deep, healthy voice, a voice not effected by illness common among the street, "Wrong key"

Scout89 · « **Reply #70 on:** January 08, 2014, 06:50:10 PM »

Bathra puts his platinum coin in the false beggar's bowl.

VennDygrem · « **Reply #71 on:** January 08, 2014, 06:54:00 PM »

Fina watches the exchange cautiously, though her patience is beginning to wane. She wasn't a big fan of the cloak-and-dagger method of madness.

geniussavant · « **Reply #72 on:** January 08, 2014, 07:17:09 PM »

The begger once again responds by covering the bowl befor the coin can be placed inside and says, "Wrong Key"

Scout89 · « **Reply #73 on:** January 08, 2014, 07:33:19 PM »

Then it must be the letter itself. Fina, you took it, right? Would you mind giving it to him?

Risada · « **Reply #74 on:** January 08, 2014, 07:35:00 PM »

Novihrek decides to offer his two copper crowns to the conversation.

"Give him the letter. It's written on it that we should hand the letter to the guard."

When the letter is delivered,

"Sorry for the trouble, but could you take us to the one who summoned us?"

VennDygrem · « **Reply #75 on:** January 08, 2014, 08:09:24 PM »

Fina retrieves the letter, and holds it up for the beggar.

geniussavant · « **Reply #76 on:** January 08, 2014, 08:45:43 PM »

As Fina holds up the letter, the begger raises his bowl under it. As she drops the letter into the bowl, the begger smiles "Much thanks, this is the right key." The gate swings open and the stairs behind the gate lead to a large wooden door.

VennDygrem · « **Reply #77 on:** January 08, 2014, 09:40:05 PM »

Fina keeps an eye on the beggar as she passes, then turns toward the door. She knocks firmly upon the door.

Scout89 · « **Reply #78 on:** January 09, 2014, 06:29:21 AM »

Bathra follows Fina closely. Stay alert, Arba!, he says in a low voice.

ksbsnowowl · « **Reply #79 on:** January 09, 2014, 01:58:49 PM »

Given the confined space of the alley, Thokram places a hand on the sap at his belt. Swinging his large sword in such a tight spot would be difficult, and if this is merely a well-disguised front for a potential employer, he doesn't want to prematurely end such an opportunity with an ill-timed killing due to his nerves being on edge.

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