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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 10, 2015 16:37:25 GMT -5
Ezra gathers his belongings and heads into work. He polishes off translating an intercepted message that was written in Elven into the common tongue, and making a second copy for himself of course. Apparently one of the Nobles is planning to hire pirates to attack a rival merchant houses vessel. 'This information could come in handy.' Charles thinks, while Ezra goes about the library grabbing books at random to study.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 10, 2015 17:14:53 GMT -5
After working for a while, you hear a knock at the door and then it swings open. At the door you see a man of short stature leaning in the door way, he wears a shelved tuxedo, his bow tie is undone and barely hanging on, his shirts partially tucked in and pants are hastily done up. You recognize a mess of hair on his head and a well maintained goat-like beard. Its Gimble, covered in lipstick with a dopey grin. "Heeeeeeeeey Erzie" He says drunkenly as he stumbles in. "Maaaaaan you shoulda been at the party last night, it was sooooooo much fun" he chuckles, his body trying to go into his speech but it comes out as swaying and stumbling. "And I metta guy who claims to be your buddy, does the name Charles, ring a bell?" He asks leaning in close. His breath smells strange, there is alcohol on it but there's something else mixed in
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 10, 2015 18:03:37 GMT -5
Ezra doesn't look up from reading his chosen book at the sound of the knock, or even when the door opens. It isn't until the drunken Gnome speaks that Ezra looks up and blinks, seeming confused as to why anyone would be talking to him. Than he says absentmindedly as if the response was of no consequence, "Oh yes Master Garrick, His Grace and I have known each other as long as I have existed." His finger still holding his place in his book. Ezra abruptly stands, and gestures to the chair that is still empty after the Gnomes last visit, "Won't you take a seat?" At which Ezra helps the Gnome get to the chair without toppling any of the stacks of books and papers that make up the office. Circling around the desk Ezra pulls out a small tray with a place setting worthy of a fancy banquet, then a bottle of wine comes from a drawer, followed by a full sandwich and a bunch of grapes. The place setting is entirely overkill for the finger food offered, but Ezra doesn't seem to realize that. Sitting behind the desk at his own place once again, Ezra's finger automatically goes to the exact spot he was at in the book before, "I believe I owe you a refund."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 11, 2015 14:37:13 GMT -5
"That's some fancy tray" Gimble muses at the dinner wear. He shakes his head "Naaah, bud, keep it, I can spare to lose a couple of coins" He adjusts his clothes to look somewhat more suitable and pulls out a small comb. "I'm actually here on business, bud" He says getting a little more serious as he brushes his beard. "I need information on a Mr. Ralph Masters. I wanna know what properties he owns in the area" He puts away the comb away once he finishes speaking and looks you in the eye. "And get in touch with his royal highness. If he is doing what I think he's doing he is gonna wanna know that a Noble's daughter's is being held captive."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 11, 2015 18:08:42 GMT -5
Ezra rummages around the stacks of papers, moving books and piles of papers onto other books and other stacks of papers until he pulls out a massive tomb with dozens of pages sticking out of it. Ezra turns open the book about halfway, then turns a few pages running his finger down the pages quickly. "Ah, here we are..." Ezra says, trailing off as he reads. "Master Masters." He turns his head to the side, "I think that might be funny." He goes back to reading silently, apparently forgetting that the Gnome is even present. After a while Ezra closes the book and looks up, seeming surprised when he notices the Gnome, "When did you get back Master Garrick?" He glances at the tray, and back at the Gnome, "Refreshment?" He gestures at the tray, before saying, "While you were away I finished researching your Master Masters." He pauses to smile, "I still think that could be funny. He has been buying up a lot of property in the city, mostly in the Lower District, but also a few spots clustered near the South Gate." Ezra then pulls out a piece of parchment, and a quill, "As to the matter of the kidnapping, why don't you write whatever you need to tell the prince here. I will seal it and make sure he gets the information contained in it by this evening. I will need to know how I can get a hold of you so I can report back to you with His Grace's message."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 11, 2015 18:33:42 GMT -5
Gimble buries his face in his hands and seems to be containing a scream. He stays like this for a while before he looks up from his hands. "Just gimme a list of the places in the Lower District, I'll do a little checking around tonight and.." Takes the quill and parchment and writes a note: "Dear Pup, A noble has been kidnapped meet me at the docks in the morning to find out where, yours mischievously, Goat" Where the words Pup and Goat would be written there are two scrawling's of a puppy's head and a goat's head. He hands the note to Ezra and once he gets the list he drops a gold nix and takes off. "I''ll see ya later, Ezrie" he calls out as he goes.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 11, 2015 22:15:44 GMT -5
Ezra quickly writes out all the addresses he located, including the ones by the south gate. Handing the paper over he says, "Be aware that my files are not the official documents used by the magister of land titles. My file does not include any transactions within the last two days." You find it odd that the man seems to think his files are not up to grade because they are out of date by two days. Your not even sure the magister of land titles own files are up to date within the last two days. When the coin hits the desk it spins on its edge, rotating faster and faster as it gets closer and closer to laying flat. Ezra watches the spinning with fascination, his finger making quick circles on the desktop in time with the spinning of the coin. It's not until the Gnome hands Ezra the note that Ezra seems to become aware of another person in the room again. Ezra takes the Gnomes note, and folds it without looking at the contents. He then seals it, and slips it into the ink stained sleeve of his robe. "A pleasure to serve you Master Garrick." Ezra calls at the retreating back of the Gnome.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 12, 2015 14:43:44 GMT -5
Work goes along nicely you manage to copy another detailed file from a familiar looking name about how wonderful horses are but otherwise its quiet and not much of interest turns up. Your work day concludes.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 12, 2015 15:39:01 GMT -5
Ezra returns home, quickly stripping off his Ezra persona. Pulling out the Gnomes note, Charles breaks the seal with his thumb, and reads the contents. 'Well now, if the victim can be rescued that will bring one more noble back to our side.' Since he won't have to do that until tomorrow morning, there might be time to help out the Fisherman's Forge. Changing his clothing and mannerisms, Bogomil makes his way down to the Fisherman's Forge.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 13, 2015 15:10:35 GMT -5
You arrive at the forge. Its a small wooden and metal house-like structure that seems to be missing a wall. In the open space you see the inside of the forge. There's all the things you'd expect. A counter for selling weapons. Weapons, armour, nails and various other metal objects are hung up on display. There's a large furnace and near it is a water source and an anvil. There's a tall muscular figure standing at the anvil, banging out what seems to be a large nail. Maybe for a boat? Upon further inspection you notice that the figure is a woman. And that she could probably kill you. Standing a head taller than you. Her hair is done up but messy and she wears a heavy leather apron over her clothes. Attachments:
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 13, 2015 15:40:03 GMT -5
"Good evening." Bogomil says in his singsong voice as he almost dances his way up to the forge. "You must be Hareld's wife, I was speaking with Steven and Hareld the other day at the Wayfarer's Rest." Bogomil keeps his distance from the forge, standing off to the side by the oil and vinegar barrels. "My name is Bogomil Ananzo, priest of Lliira. I have come to offer you whatever assistance I can. That and the blessings of Lliira of course."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 13, 2015 15:51:51 GMT -5
At first the woman doesn't even acknowledge you exist. She continues hammering away but when you open your mouth to speak she glares at you, hammer over her head. She lowers the hammer and looks down at you her features softening from her earlier glare. "Look, 'm sure ya mean well, Bogmill but dere's notta thing ye can do for my hubby" She resumes her work. "Iffen ya need metal work put in ya request at da counter, otherwise, kindly go on yur way"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 14, 2015 14:41:28 GMT -5
Bogomil smiles, "You would be surprised what a man of Lliira can do. Something is wrong here, and it's blocking the joy from flowing into your family. I can't have that now, can I?" Bogomil approaches, standing opposite the anvil, "Come now, let me help your family find joy again. I only want to help." Bogomil sounds sincere, he genuinely wants to help this family.
Persuasion 13+8=21
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 14, 2015 16:54:45 GMT -5
The big woman heaves a sigh. "You might'n guess it from 'ow he acts at the tavvy but we're a happy family" he looks off to the nearby river for a while, it seems shes lost in thought... She then turns to you. "'es around the back up the stairs"
If you so chose to head the direction you wander around the forge and find the stairs she mentioned. When you head up them you find a door. knocking on it, you hear a familiar voice on the other side inviting you in you open the door and see a small room much like Ezra's. It smells of old pages, ink, and pine? but unlike Ezra's study this room is clean, papers are neatly stacked and in their proper places all the books are on the shelves and you don't see a single speck of dust anywhere, not even on the small pine tree in the corner of the room. The thin man seems to be absorbed in his books and he waves for you to come in. "Come come have a seat. Have a seat. I've almost finished this bit of work" he informs. You wait a bit and he seems to prattle on while he works, talking about the latest order of metal work for a new boat for the Duchess. "Now, m'dear if you'll remove your clothes, minus your apron we can get to your..." He says closing his book and turning to you, his face seems to turn from happy to curious. "Your not my wife" He says plainly.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 15, 2015 9:03:19 GMT -5
Bogomil smiles, "No sir, I am not. Although I must admit, part of me is curious what you were going to say..." Bogomil trails off, then continues, "I don't know if you remember me, but we met the other night at the Wayfarer's Rest. You seemed a bit downtrodden at the time, and I offered to come by and give you a hand." Bogomil sits back, smiling, "So how can I be of service."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 15, 2015 10:27:20 GMT -5
"Well, sir, no offence but I would rather keep that between me and the Missus" He chuckles bashfully and continues. "As to last night I am sorry to say but I do not remember" He smiles.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 15, 2015 11:05:57 GMT -5
Bogomil shrugs, "Not to worry, you had been drinking quite a bit. You kept apologizing, and seemed rather upset. What had you in such a state?" Bogomil inquires, his voice softer than it was.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 15, 2015 11:33:19 GMT -5
"Well, who can say? Work? Maybe the loss of my Aunt? It could be any number of things, I can not really recall" He laughs weakly. You notice beads of sweat on his brow. His hands are clasped together and he seems to be twiddling his thumbs.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 15, 2015 17:29:45 GMT -5
Bogomil raises an eyebrow, nothing more. Then he waits, letting the silence grow long and awkward. Just when the man is about to speak Bogomil leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, "Yes, go ahead. Lliira hears all confessions, and will help bring the joy back into your life." Bogomil doesn't break eye contact, and his knowing smile never slips.
Insight: 10+5=15
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 15, 2015 19:18:37 GMT -5
"I have nothing to confess to you or Lliira. I'm perfectly happy as I am" The thin man says folding his arms.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 16, 2015 7:01:40 GMT -5
Bogomil lets out an exasperated sigh, "Come now, unless you just took ill with a fever, the sweat on your brow says otherwise." Bogomil leans back in the chair, "I am no guard. I make no judgements, and want no trouble. I just want to help you. Any man that drinks himself to incoherent, and blubbers apologies while crying as soon as he makes pay has a problem that needs solving. Let me solve your problem." Bogomil's eyes plead with the man.
Persuasion: 19+8=27
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 16, 2015 11:27:51 GMT -5
The thin man sighs his arms dropping from their fold. "My problems are long gone. They died away in that fire" He says. "Beth; my wife out front, her brother and I were all raised in the same orphanage, we considered each other like family under a tyrannical rule of that miserable man.." His hands come together and grip each other. Its clear he doesn't like thinking about this man "His name was George Straight and he was a despicable man who ran the orphanage" He spits out his name like the very taste of it coming out of his mouth offends him. "I have always had this talent for numbers, even at a young age, they were simple and lovely things" A smile finds its way on his lips as he looks back at his book but his smile soon fades. "and he saw my talents as a way to make more money off of us. As if sending us out into the streets everyday wasn't enough" He growls. "He had me rig the books so he could siphon money from the nobles who were supporting us and he.." He grits his teeth and swallows hard. "did things to me, called it a reward. The sick..." He sighs, takes a breath and continues. "Beth saw it one night and she stormed in and in my panic i knocked over a lantern and the old place set ablaze, we managed to get everyone out" He pauses. "Everyone but him. I still here his screams to this day" He looks off into the distance and you could swear you see a smile on his face. but its hard to tell from the angle, he turns back and has the look of forced regret. "A while ago, i thought i seen him on the streets and i guess something in me just snapped and i turned to drinking. What you heard was most likely me apologizing to him" He looks at you and raises his hands before you can assume. "Not for killing him, no. I would apologize when i didn't get numbers right and he'd beat me" He sits back in his chair. "So, now you know, still think you can help Mister... Y'know, I don't think I got your name..." He says in realization and he chuckles. "Strange, telling all this to someone i don't even know the name of"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 17, 2015 13:43:57 GMT -5
Bogomil laughs, the sound musical, "Oh yes, I had forgotten that you don't remember me. I'm called Bogomil, Joydancer of Lliira my friend." The mirth is replaced with seriousness, which seems out of place somehow on this man, "It seems to me that you're feeling not only not guilty regarding his death, but happy about it. Why shouldn't you be? He was a pedophile if I understood you correctly, and a crook that not only took advantage of the innocence of children, but destroyed that innocence in the process. He was abhorrent in the eyes of the gods, and his actions are anathema to the teaching of Lliira." A note of anger had crept into Bogomils voice, so he takes a deep calming breath. "By your description the fire was an accident, and no innocents were harmed by it. I would call it divine justice. The balance of karma upon his soul came due, and he was found wanting."
"I offer you absolution in the eyes of Lliira." Bogomil stands, raising his hands to the sky. He begins to pray, arcane syllables flow from his lips and flames abruptly dance between his fingers. Bogomil suddenly leans across the desk and touches the man with the tip of one of his flaming fingers. The flames leap across from his hands to the man, engulfing him completely. The flames do not harm him, in fact he would feel nothing at all. In a solemn and commanding voice, Bogomil recites, "You have faced the flames of judgement." as the flames recede. "You are purged clean of your fear and doubt, leaving room only for happiness and joy."
(Cast Minor Image to create the flames.)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 18, 2015 21:15:06 GMT -5
At first Herald is alarmed and manic, ready to jump from his seat and roll around on ground to put the fire engulfing him out but as it crawls across his skin he looks at it and then to you in fascination and his eyes well up in tears, his shoulders seem to lower and he breathes, looking around his body after the flames dissipate."Strange, I feel... Good. Fantastic even" He stands and checks himself again and a smile crosses his lips. "I..." His smile turns to a grin and he throws his arms around you and the thin man lifts you up off the ground to spin you around in a hug and laughs joyfully, for the first time in a long time, you imagine. "Thank you so very much, Bogomil" He says after he sets you back down. He then takes off without a word. Shortly after you hear a high pitched squeal and then you hear him and his wife talking for a bit before things go quiet. When you exit you find the forge abandoned, save for the brother who is sitting at the counter. You assume he came shortly after you headed up stairs. He waves you over. "I ain't knowin' wha'cha did but I ain't seen 'im dat happy in a loooooong time" He smiles. "I wager he'll be in touch later da week ta give ya proper compan.. compan.. payment for whatever ya did" He informs.
(OOC: Task Complete!
Reward: To be determined)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 11:55:08 GMT -5
"Compensation?" Bogomil offers with a smile, then he shakes his head, "I have no need of compensation. True elation is hard to come by, and the fact that I played a small role in such is more than enough. Lliira opened him up to joy once more, banishing the dark memories that clouded his continence." Bogomil begins to actually dance away, calling back as he spins, "Besides, you never know when I might have need of a smith." Then he laughs, high and musically. He keeps dance walking his way to the Wayfarer's Rest, he has a baker to assist tonight, benedictions, and some confessions to hear. "Lliira be praised." He says, then he opens the door.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 20, 2015 13:20:11 GMT -5
"Bogomil!!" The various patrons shout with glee as you enter. After saying hello to various faces you recognize you settle into your usual spot and say your prayer. Business begins. You get the usual rabble around your table. Patrons seeking advice or just talking about whatever is bothering them. As the night goes on you notice a light pitter-patter on the roof of the Inn that seems to get louder as the night goes on 'till its a full on squall. Then you hear the door swing open and see Arthur. Soaked from head to toe and clutching a small white box with a pink ribbon tying it up. He trudges in, clearly not enjoying being soaked and he places the only partially damp box before you. "I've done it... Mr. Bogomil... My magnum... opus" He says, breathing heavily and takes a seat to catch his breath. A smile seems to cross his lips as he looks down and breathes out the words "For her".
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 20, 2015 13:40:32 GMT -5
Bogomil works the crowd as he normally does, offering blessings and confession to those that wish it. Gathering the gossip of all the noble houses, guilds and common folk alike. If you gather enough of of the lies, a truth of sorts floats to the surface. Enough that one can investigate and find the truth of it if they wished. Nothing overly interesting today however. Some pirate ship was taken by the Somerset navy, Lizardfolk attacked another miner caravan, a wizard blew apart his lab in the Mages Guild, and a worker fell from a six story tower and lived. When Arthur enters Bogomil smiles, gesturing him over emphatically, "Well done Arthur, I'm sure she will be pleased." Using his cloak to dry the box the best he can, Bogomil places it gingerly into his pack, "I will make sure this is delivered tomorrow." Bogomil leans in conspiratorially, "I actually had a chance to meet your lady, she is quite impressive isn't she?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 20, 2015 15:31:20 GMT -5
"You have!?" Arthur springs from his seat, slamming his hands on the table. Everything in the Inn goes quiet and Arthur sheepishly sinks back into his seat, blushing. "Yeah.. She's quite something" He says softly. Arthur stays and talks to you for a while about how he slaved since the night before making the treat before he heads off, probably to get some sleep, but given the smile and his constant talk of how excited he is to hear the results, maybe not. Time goes on and the nights quiet, at least as quiet as it gets at this Inn. When suddenly you hear a ruckus outside. A slew of 'Oohs' and "Ahhs" before the doors swing open and you see a woman standing there with long golden hair and eyes that shine like sapphires. Her form fitting leather armor seems to happily accentuate her hour glass figure and numerous freckles dot across her shoulders and upper chest. She takes a seat near your regular table and you hear her order. "Porridge, not too hot and not too cold" he voice is slow and sweet like honey. With her order placed she looks around the room and then she turns to you. "Hello, holy man, care to bless a wayward soul?" She smiles.  |
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 21, 2015 13:18:29 GMT -5
Bogomil makes hard eyes at the men that have started to gather, "There will be plenty of time to get to know the lady later. Now which one of you gentlemen is going to throw me a coin to fill the Grail for her." Bogomil laughs as a rain of silver and copper clink off his table, then he makes a shooing motion. "Perhaps later there will be dancing? Maybe all you lot will join in this time?" Bogomil makes eye contact with the men that normally stay seated when there is dancing. Finally Bogomil smiles at the sodden woman, "All are welcome to partake in the joys of Lliira. Come sit" He gestures to the seat across from him, "Drink from my friend the Grail and tell me why you think you are a wayward soul, and how you came to be wandering the night in this weather." Bogomil sits back and waits for her to tell her tale.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 21, 2015 14:35:27 GMT -5
The girl brushes her hair back in a cascading wave that somehow seems to sparkle and she stands up to sit across from you, crossing her legs and leaning one arm against the table. "Well, Mr. Priest, you see, I'm a very bad girl" She says seductively, placing special emphasis on "very". You hear a wave of whistles and cat calls follow this. "I've done so many bad things, I don't even know if I'm worth forgiving" She says almost sadly, but you can still hear that seductive tone. She pouts, and daintily dances her fingers over her collarbone and chest. The crowd of men are still into it, with shouts of "I'll forgive ya, darling!" and whistles. She looks around, and waves to the numerous boys before leaning in over the table. This makes her considerable cleavage almost pop out of her top. "Perhaps, we should take this confession elsewhere?" She offers.
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