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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 22, 2015 14:39:38 GMT -5
Bogomil stands, offering the lady his hand. He helps her to her feet, holding her hand and wrapping his other arm around her waist. Bogomil addresses the crowd of men, "back off now, the lady is under my protection." Scanning the crowd for Old Borris, Bogomil leads the lady over to him, "The lady wishes to make a confession, but this crowd of louts won't stop eves dropping. Can I borrow one of your rooms? Specifically, that little library you keep in the back." Bogomil doesn't let on, but that's the only room he can think of that would be empty, and doesn't have a bed.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 22, 2015 17:25:25 GMT -5
A wave of "awwws" and frowns follow your proclamation about the girl who seems to be quite happily clinging to you. When you approach Boris your met with a knowing nod and he produces the key. You both head to the back room, lock the door and take your respective seats. You know this room all too well, its used as a lounge for the staff. Its a simple, quiet room with decorative paintings, a small furnace and numerous shelves across all walls, each with books, not quite as stuffed as Ezra's work space. In fact, some shelves only have a couple of books. In the center of the room are a couple of chairs that sit near the furnace. The two of you take your respective seats. "Quite a nice little room" She comments looking around.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 22, 2015 19:13:53 GMT -5
Bogomil nods, "I like it well enough. I mostly use it for those that want my help, but do not wish to ask for it in a public setting." He leans forward, elbows on knees, "I believe you were going to tell me a story or two."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 22, 2015 19:30:58 GMT -5
"You are correct" She smiles. She taps a finger against her chin and looks off into the distance. "Well, I guess all this started many years ago when my village was razed to the ground and I was forced to flee into the woods where i came across a house and..." She stops and giggles. "That's too far. No, I suppose the real thing that I'm after is information and I hear your the guy to talk to. You see, I'm an..." She bites her lips and rolls her eyes as if looking for the best word. "Escort, of sorts, see, I'm arm candy for nobles at least I appear so. I'm actually a bodyguard and I was hired by a very..." She chews her lip and looks about the room again. "Lets say simple person to find one Prince Charles of the Somerset Isles" She smiles at you. "Everyone I talk to says this Inn knows the most about anything in all of Clifton and you seem to have this place on lock, so i figured you'd be the best to ask" She leans in closer. "So, holy man, know where I can find a fugitive prince in these parts?" She bats her eyes.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 23, 2015 4:47:46 GMT -5
Bogomil laughs musically, "That wasn't a story, nor a confession. Besides, most people looking for princes check palaces. Why look here? I heard this prince of yours showed up at the Duchess' fashion show just the other day." Bogomil stands, heading for the door, "Unless you actually wish for Lliira to bring joy to your life, I'm going to go back to the common room. He pauses, "I am curious though, which noble wants the prince? I'd be sure to tell said noble that it was you that sent me."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 23, 2015 12:32:57 GMT -5
She smiles. "I heard about his trip to the fashion show as well, 'tis why I'm here" She waves her hands dismissively. "It was not a Noble who sent me but a maid, a dear old friend of mine who has a deep kinship with the Prince, one Miss Maribel" She stands and cross the room to stand beside him. "If you find him, pass that name along it should go well" She taps his nose and sashays out of the room, across the common room and out of the Inn. Her small legion of men trying to be inconspicuous as they follow her out the door.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 24, 2015 2:53:27 GMT -5
Bogomil shakes his head sadly, "How am I supposed to know whether what you say is true or not? You have switched tactics with me more than once. First playing the damsel in distress, then sexual seductress. When you realized that that was not going to work with me you switched tactics again." Bogomil returns to his seat, the door still locked. He places the key on the arm of the chair beside him in plain view, "I don't know whether you are in service for yourself as a bounty hunter, after a reward. In service to a noble, perhaps the current ruler of Somerset? Or if you really have traveled because of some maid with a bond to the man." He takes a deep breath, letting it go slowly, "Please, come sit." He gestures to the chair opposite himself again. The entire time he spoke he watched closely for subtle reactions, the hints to know which version is actually true.
"Let us start over, my name is Bogomil, a wandering priest of Lliira." He pauses for her to introduce herself, commenting that it's good to meet her while using her name. "Tell me the story, this time cut the theatrics and tell it true. If I believe you mean to bring joy to this princes life, then I will find him for you. If not than you are on your own. If anyone can find your prince in this city, I would bet my last Cog that it's me."
Insight: 18+2=20
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 24, 2015 11:55:59 GMT -5
"Quite a bold statement" She smiles. But, the smile fades from her lips as she approaches you "These are no tactics, Bogomil, I simply am who I am and who I am is someone who received a letter from a dear old friend of mine begging for help to find a Prince she holds dear to her heart" by this point shes standing up beside your chair looking down at you. "And last cog or not, I will find him and I will protect him, because that sweet little maid deserves whatever her selfless little heart desires" She places her hands on her hips and shifts her weight to one foot. "Now, are you gonna help me or not?" she asks half way in a huff.
(DM: She seems to be telling the truth)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 24, 2015 16:44:29 GMT -5
Bogomil smiles, "I happen to know how to get into contact with your prince. We share certain, no nevermind. Unimportant." Bogomil gestures to the seat beside him, "I'm still waiting for your story. Having to ask three times has only increased my curiosity. While you tell the tale may I see the letter?" Bogomil asks casually.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 24, 2015 17:46:00 GMT -5
She steps back and bends over, leaning one hand on the arm of your chair and giving you a clear view right down her top and she reaches her free hand down into the mountain of cleavage and produces the letter. It is in Maribel's hand writing and seems to have be written on a bit of scrap paper that reeks like your dungeons back home. It details the accounts after her capture, how she's been in the dungeon and torchered for information and this note will likely be the only one she can get out, perhaps her last. It seems she used one of the guards who's still loyal to you to get the note out and hes currently keeping her safe. When you look up from the note you see the girl has taken a seat across from you, her legs crossed and her fingers laces together over her knee. As she rocks back and forth absently looking around the room.
You clear your throat and she stops and looks at you. "My town was burnt down, i survived by running into the woods, came across a house and survived by eating the food and sleeping in the beds of whoever lived there, it was the summer home of the Somersets and the maid who was sent ahead, found me and rather than toss me out or kill me, she took me in, taught me how to survive while I served at the Somerset house as an apprentice maid. When I was old enough she gave me all the money she had and told me to do whatever made me happiest, so here I am looking pretty and breaking the noses of anyone who hurts my mark" She smiles after explaining her backstory at a breakneck pace.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 24, 2015 21:07:47 GMT -5
Bogomil keeps his eye on the ladies hand, which happens to delve into her cleavage, 'Lliira does brings joy', Bogomil thinks as he reads over the letter. Bogomil looks the woman straight in the eye, recognition dawning in his mind, but hidden behind his Bogomil mask, "You're from Three Bears Cove, and your name is Mistress Goldie Locksen." Bogomil says without realizing that he spoke aloud. He smiles then, this time warmly, "Charles has stories about you and Mistress Maribel. Yes, yes, I know the prince well enough. You always got the male staff, and if truth be told some of the female staff as well into trouble. Not on purpose mind, but if you were half as distracting in livery as you are in that getup. I could see a dropped platter, or walking into a wall happening a time or two." He tells the story as if talking to a long time friend, because though she doesn't know it they have been friendly in the past. 'Holy hell she has really filled out.' He continues speaking quickly, so as not to give away too much of his thoughts on that subject, "Mistress Maribel was always spoken of kindly, basically a mother figure to Charles." He pauses, then adds, "Even though Charles never spoke ill of his own mother. A queen has her duty, and sometimes she had to be away for long periods." Bogomil stands, "Go get a room, I will make arrangements for you to meet Charles. It may be a few days, he stirred up some trouble by going to that fashion show. Please tell me you will wait?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 24, 2015 21:25:44 GMT -5
She smiles. "I always wait for my mark" She says and watches you go for the key and her smiles widen. She took it while you were. Ahem, distracted. She stands and struts over to the door, unlocking it and waltzes out. You hear a Large number of hoots and hollers and when you exit Ol' Boris is staring at you with a tear in his eye and a bit of lipstick on his cheek. He walks up to you and places a heartfelt hand on your shoulder. "Lliira be praised, your the best customer I've ever had" He says and wanders off before you can ask what that was about. "She says shes gonna stay here" Ruby answers your question for you. "And she wants to work here while she stays" She rolls her eyes and then shrugs. "Well, at least the boys'll stay offa me for a while, then again with how she operates, they might get more rambunctious then ever" She groans at this thought and heads back to work.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 25, 2015 7:45:43 GMT -5
Bogomil touches the arm of the chair, instead of the key and smiles, "If figured that's why you were giving me the free show." He laughs as he stands to follow her out of the room. Bogomil responds to Old Borris without missing a beat, "Glad to be of service my friend." When Ruby approaches, "Ah, that explains his response. May I suggest bringing Bragha back for the duration of her stay?" Bogomil offers helpfully. "He always gave short shrift to anybody getting handsy with you, or stirring up any trouble." Wrapping the present in his cloak, Bogomil heads home for the night. The following morning Embros heads out to meet up with the Gnome.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 25, 2015 12:49:38 GMT -5
Ruby smiles. "Thats a fine idea, Bogomil, I'll see if I can't track the old dwarf down" she says.
After a good nights rest, change of clothes (and personality) your out the door at the crack of dawn to the docks. When you arrive its not to long till you find a feel a tug on your boot and when you look down you see a small hand and you follow it to see Gimble's soaked form half clinging to the dock. He;s shaking and he looks up at you. "Embros? What're you doin' here? I asked for that-" He stops to roll on his side and cough up some water. "Ah, never mind" he groans flopping on his back. "There's a noble's kid who's been kidnapped, they're holdin' her at a warehouse, its near the water and has a broken window" He informs and pulls a shard of glass from his bracers.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 26, 2015 6:15:53 GMT -5
Embros tilts his head back rolling his eyes, 'I hate water entry.' but he only says, "Would you really want to pampered pup here?" Embros looks down at the soaked Gnome, "Where we headed?" He asks simply.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 26, 2015 11:51:09 GMT -5
"And see him get his hands dirty?" The Gnome smiles. "I would" He chuckles and rolls himself over to pull himself to his feet. "Guess it was too much to hope" He says and coughs up some more water. Gimble stands up and points up the river. "We're headed that way" He says and begins to trudge forward. "C'mon" He says waving his hand. Assuming you follow him you two travel a lil ways till you reach a small boat house. Gimble hides behind some rain barrels near the start of the docks so you both have a good view. Its an old building, seems slightly slanted. Its out on the dock so only one (dry) way in is through the side door, which seems unguarded. "The noble's kid should still be inside, but I imagine the hive's a buzzin' after my little entry stunt. I went in through the boats entrance to scope things out" he informs pointing to the front of the boat house leading into the water. "and one of the floor boards cracked" He mutters and blushes. "Shoulda been more careful" he sighs and continues. "I woulda been caught but i was near a window and managed to dive out of it and I let the river take me to the docks"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 27, 2015 10:02:16 GMT -5
"Do you know who's in charge of the folks inside? I might be able to buy you a nice bit of time with a distraction." States calmly, then clarifys "Not the guy in charge inside, but his boss." Embros looks at the building briefly, "How many inside?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 27, 2015 12:55:03 GMT -5
"There's two inside and if you've ever been to the Wayfarer's Rest you know their boss, he's the guy who sits up front and always waves at customers" The gnome says flatly, looking around. "He tried to recruit me to the Blade's but I'm no killer" He seems to spit at the word killer. "I'm a thief through and through, he says with an air of pride. "So, whats the plan?"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 29, 2015 12:10:20 GMT -5
Embros shrugs, "Pretty simple. I'm going to go knock on the door, while you break in the back again. Keep hidden unless there's a scuffle." Embros casually checks that all of his equipment is in working order, and where it's supposed to be. "I will give you three counts of sixty, then I will go knock." Without waiting for a response, Embros begins, "One, two, three..."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 29, 2015 13:04:58 GMT -5
Gimble rolls his eyes. "Still as bossy as ever" he sighs and disappears into the darkness. After 3 minutes, assuming you weren't just being a dick you walk up the docks. "Halt!" You hear a voice call but fail to see anyone present. "This is private property, Half elf, what business have you here?" You keep looking around but cant seem to figure out where the voice is coming from. But, the voice means business.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 29, 2015 13:43:04 GMT -5
Embros walks straight toward the door, not trying to hide his presence at all. When the voice calls out to halt, Embros continues walking like he belongs, not even trying to find the source of the voice. Using his most confident commanding voice, Embros retorts, "The boss knows about the security breach earlier. He sent me to check things out." When he reaches the door, he says, "Fixers don't like to be kept waiting, so I suggest you open the door quickly." Embros makes no hostile movements, relying on the fact that nobody would have the balls to walk up to a Night Blade safe house and demand to be let in. If I wasn't a fixer why the hell would I be here?
Intimidation: 20 (nat) + 6 = 26 (I was totally meant to do this. The dice know!)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 30, 2015 11:17:40 GMT -5
When you approach the door closer you notice a shift in the shadows by the door and finally notice an Elf standing there between you and the door. "I'm terribly sorry, sir" He bows his head and moves the way out of the door. When you open the door your met with two other cloaked figures, a tall broad one and a regular sized one and a girl in fancy clothing sitting between them. "Boss, seems on top of things as usual" the regular sized cloaked figure says who's apparently a girl. "But, we ain't needin' no fixer" Says the big one stepping forward. "Easy big guy" Says the cloaked girl. "We dealt with the interloper, he jumped out that window" She says and points a thumb to the broken window. "We locked the boat house doors, he's not getting back in"
Despite your apparent squinting (to explain your 5 perception) you notice the kidnapped girl sitting between them isn't tied up or restrained in any way. Her clothes seem fresh and she even has a cup of tea in her hand. Shes looking up at you curiously.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 30, 2015 15:37:02 GMT -5
Embros makes a circuit of the area, stopping to check out the broken window. He looks for any security related issues, and asks "Why isn't she bound?" He's prepared for responses that mean she's in on the plot against her family, but he needs to know if she's a prisoner or a co-conspirator. When he gets to the back door, he bangs the padlock and says, "A padlock on the inside. Can't pick that." He nods approvingly. He moves to a position opposite the broken window, so they have to look away from the window to watch him, "How often do you change positions for resting?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 30, 2015 15:57:48 GMT -5
"Bound?" The noble girl asks curiously. The cloaked woman speaks up. "She's here willingly" She says at you through her teeth. "Like her father requested. She's under our protection and nothing more" You can feel her glaring daggers at you from under her cloak. "We change housing every day" The tall ones speak up. "Aye" The cloaked woman confirms and adds "We switch up the watch every couple of hours"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 30, 2015 16:57:45 GMT -5
Embros smiles, "Is that what they told you? Hmm." Embros does another trip around this side of the room. Moving more to keep their attention until he sees Gimble enter. Embros intentionally doesn't provide the three of them with any additional information, letting them fill in the blanks for themselves. Maybe one of them will slip and provide something useful.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 31, 2015 12:17:05 GMT -5
As you look up in the rafters during your check around you see Gimble balancing on a beam over the head of the biggest cloaked man. The girl swoops in close, throwing her arm around you and pulls you to her face as she whispers. "Look, this chicky ain't working with a full deck, see? She thinks we're guarding her so keep your mouth shut. This has been the easiest kidnapping job we've had and I don't need your big fixer lips ruining it" She hisses venomously. "The gnome was an isolated incident, get it? Its Gimble! The Shadow Hand's little dog, he was probably just here scooping out some place to stash his loot when he ran into us, its no biggie"
If you somehow manage to steal a glance in the rafters you'll see Gimble with a crooked expression, mouthing the words his body pantomiming as usual. "Dog? I'm no dog to no one!" He thrusts his fist up in a vulgar display at the woman.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 31, 2015 13:32:09 GMT -5
When the girl releases me, I backhand her across the mouth, "If you touch me again, I will kill you." He says to the woman with quiet simplicity. Embros then looks a challenge at the larger man, "Is this going to be a problem big man?" Embros drops his hands to the hilts of his weapons, raising an eyebrow questioning.
Rolls: Attack (Fist): 1d20+1= 14+1=15 Damage (Fist): 1 Intimidation: 1d20+6= 14+6=20
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 31, 2015 14:07:55 GMT -5
The woman is sent back a little ways not expecting the sudden attack. Her hood is knocked off to see the woman very much similar to the noble girl. Brunette hair with emerald eyes and tanned almost coconut-colored skin. The noble girl cries "Sister!" and stands from her seat. The big man growls and closes in on you a big greenish fist raised. "Why you little..." He begins but the woman gets between you two. "Easy, Adam" She soothes. "Its lil' more than a bruise" She holds her arms up to the big guy putting her hands on his cheeks and making him look at her. "Its alright" She says and the big guy settles. She turns back to you. "I'm sorry, sir. It wont happen again" She says sincerely and bows her head. At this time you also feel someone else's presence in the room and notice the elf is inside. He came in with such fast stealth you didn't even notice. He seems to be glaring daggers at you as he exits back out of the room, probably to go back to standing guard. The room falls silent.
(OOC: Ballsy, bud. But, good job playing the part)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jul 31, 2015 15:06:30 GMT -5
Embros picks up a barrel or crate, something heavy enough to keep a door closed, at least for a few moments. Moves it opposite the captive, ignoring the other two as if they were not present. He sits, elbows on knees and looks at the captive. He only looks at her, then he smiles and stands back up. "Everything seems in order here. My only concern is that Gimble will have collected reinforcements, and come back to rescue the girl." He moves the barrel to the door as he talks, setting it down to prevent the door from swinging inward. In a fluid motion Embros spins, stealthily drawing his rapier and slamming the hilt into Adam's nose as hard as he can. As the big man crumples Embros shifts his blade toward the sisters, "Surrender, now." he says with dead pan calm. With his off hand he gestures toward the door so only Gimble can see it.
Rolls: Slight of hand 16+5=21 Attack Rapier 20(nat)+5=25 Damage Rapier 2d8+1d6+3=25 (choosing to knock out instead of kill)
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jul 31, 2015 15:29:28 GMT -5
A loud wet crack resounds through the room as the hilt of your blade is thrust into Adams nose. Blood spurts out as the giant of a man falls like a freshly cut tree, hitting the ground with a loud thud that shakes the boathouse. The woman stands staring wide eyed at the display, her brain still taking the time to process what just happened. The door slams against the barrel, once, twice and then stops. Silence... A long drawn out silence falls as the girl stares daggers, keeping her hands steadily at her side. After a while a soft knocking at the door. The door opens a bit and gnome shimmies through the door. "Elf's down" he says nonchalantly as he wanders in but you'll notice his chest heaving slightly a bit of sweat on his brow.
(OOC: Sneak attack round: Embros crits hard and drops the half-orc. Gimble takes off out the window he came in, across the roof and lands on the elf for a sneak attack. Round 1: Intimidation still in effect. Both girls are terrified. Both hostiles dropped. Over before it began.)
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