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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Dec 20, 2017 3:46:22 GMT -5
Orellow smiles. His white teeth and blue eyes shining from the reflection of the moon as he puts away his rapiers. The grinding of the blades against the scabbards makes a shhhhhhhhhhhhiick sound so the man in front of him can hear the blades being stowed. There's a muffled click as he pushes them home and makes himself comfortable behind the man to surveys the building before them. "Sounds good, friend" Orellow agrees.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 20, 2017 18:32:17 GMT -5
Once your blades slide home the man in front of you holds both hands out to the other guards in soothing motions. You watch the tip of the crossbow bolt slip back into the deep shadows, and even though you know someone is hiding there, you can't make him out at all. The other fellow nods, and steps back into his shadow as well. He is hard to make out, but you can see a vague outline of his form hidden there. The guard never stopped surveying the area, even while you had a blade on him. These guards are either very well trained, very well paid, or both. Perhaps they're just afraid of screwing up?
The guard speaks up after a minute, "You arrived after that woman did, are you following her?" He glances at you with a look of concern, "That is one woman I wouldn't want to make an enemy of my friend. Maybe it's best if you skulk off after somebody else?" he offers hopefully.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Dec 23, 2017 15:25:17 GMT -5
The man turns to sees Orellow's bright blue eyes and pearly whites that almost shine from the shadow he's sat in. The rest of his face having been darkened from the soot and dust on the roofs. His eyes and smile seem to almost float in the shadow with the rest of his face difficult to see. "I do not skulk, I hunt" Orellow says simply. "My quarry is my handler who has been acting strangely" he shrugs. "I don't know many women in this town, I am fairly new here so I would like to know about anything dangerous. So, who is this woman and why should I not make an enemy of her?" Orellow asks curiously. He has told this man everything and nothing just as his mother taught him. Anyone can tell by a glance that Orellow is more comfortable in the forest than the city so if he was involved in the underground he'd need a handler. His lack of surprise to the guards gave away his know how so its too late to try and fake ignorance. Its important that you always be honest but never let the truth get you killed. In these shadow games its important to build a reputation of honesty but to keep yourself ahead of those who'd do you in. After all if you never lie you cannot be caught in one. These cloak and dagger types never talk about themselves but a few well placed silver or a skilled guard just wanting to look out for a country bumpkin will know all about that person and will be quick to tell what they know to get into the good graces of another faction. Games like these are full of sheep who act like wolves and think every other sheep is a wolf in cotton. Even doing nothing at all is a tell for untold assumptions. Its best to be proactive and keep them guessing. "Well, not just the woman" Orellow laughs quietly. "My handler has me on a need to know and apparently I need to know nothing but I do not want to get my throat slit cause I bumped into a Lord wearing rags, can you help a Ranger out? Who do I need to watch out for in this city if I want to keep my head?" he asks.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 24, 2017 9:23:39 GMT -5
The guard lets out a low whistle, "You really are green." He sighs, "Where to begin." He trails off, clearly thinking. "Well, if you're skulking, er, hunting the rooftops, you may wish to avoid fellows in gray cloaks. When the Shadow Hand wants to make a point, they wear gray cloaks so people know they're Shadow Hand." He pauses to think again, "You won't know a Night Blade until it's too late, so I wouldn't worry about them." He taps his chin a few times, "I don't know much about the lady you're hunting, but she visits the Bor, er, the building across the street regularly. She showed up one day, and seemed to basically be in charge the next day. The one that was in charge turned up dead mysteriously a week later."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Dec 25, 2017 6:26:47 GMT -5
"That so?" Orellow says eyeing the building curiously. She runs that little spot, huh? Might be worth my time to come back during the day and investigate or perhaps confront my handler directly. Orellow laughs inwardly. "So two factions and a scary lady?" He asks seeming underwhelmed. "Hardly seems like a threat." He murmurs quietly as he shrugs. "Or wait is she affiliated with one of them? Is this building? And what precisely is a Shadow Hand and a Night Blade? For that matter what is this building? I apologize but I am lost" Orellow says sounding genuinely confused. He doesn't really recognize any of what he's been told, muscle doesn't need to know anything except what to hit. Debtors don't need any more inforomation from their owners than how much they owe. Orellow is seen as both of those, but he's a long way from an idiot, he could probably school this guy on the workings of the natural world. As a matter of fact... "What say you to an exchange?" Orellow offers. "I will part onto you my knowledge of the green, anything you wish to know, what herbs make up health potions, the best way to quiet a guard dog, useful plants in poison making" He says counting things off with his fingers. "and in return you tell me what you know of the underbelly of Clifton, sound fair?" He asks with a smile.
10+6=16 Survival or Animal handling
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Post by DM-Delfon on Dec 25, 2017 10:21:24 GMT -5
The guard looks back at you, plain disbelief on his features, "Friend, you should go back to your green before you take a blade within these walls." He actually seems concerned for what that's worth. "Look, if you're set on making your way here, I'll help you out. Meet me at The Carousing Sailor, down by the docks. My shift ends at dawn." He gestures to the front door, "Looks like we don't have time to talk now anyway." You see your handler stepping out of the building below. She looks around, and makes her way up the city toward the high district.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Dec 28, 2017 18:33:17 GMT -5
Orellow smiles and laughs softly, patting the man on the shoulder. So, it is. "Good night then Mister... Actually" Orellow says with a laugh. "I never caught your name" After getting the man's name Orellow gives his in return as he usually does, but a little quieter as he than normal. Assuming that names aren't something the man wants to be involved with then Orellow goes by the handle; Hunter. With introductions out of the way Orellow takes off. Its time he got some answer. After getting a bit of distance from the house Orellow all but tosses stealth and bounds across the roof tops. He springs off one roof to land down within 10 feet of his handler. "Evening" Comes the darkened form kneeling before her as he slowly rises to his full height. "Out for a late night stroll?" He asks with a knowing grin.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 1, 2018 12:17:24 GMT -5
The man smirks, "That's because I never threw it." He winks at you before turning back to his duties. If you toss out your Hunter moniker, the man nods and says, "That fits you, I see you more in the forest than a city." But he still doesn't offer a name of his own, nick or otherwise. When you land before the woman, she doesn't flinch, just alters course slightly to go around you, "I was wondering when you we're finally going to approach me Orellow." She says as she passes. She gestures to her left, suggesting that you join her, "What I do with my time is none of your concern." She pauses just outside the mouth of the alley, turning to face you, "What do you want Orellow?" She demands, sounding impatient.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 3, 2018 4:46:51 GMT -5
"The Inn you were at. I will ask that you stay clear of it" Orellow says following behind her. He says it with as much business like tone as possible. "It is my hunting ground and I do not need you or any of the cronies you keep company with creeping around there and making a scene." He says continuing with his business-like tone but more of his agitation shines through. "You all favor strong arm tactics and mob theatrics too much. We are both aware that the moment you do not get whatever respect you think you deserve you will create a stir among the locals and cause me grief by firing up the adventurers" He looks her in the eye for the first time since he arrived. "How bad do you think it will look for me, who is a seeker of justice, if some woman or man walks in, acts like they own the place, spits on everyone like it is there right and I just sit idly by? Hmm? Do you think I will be welcomed in their circles? Do you think they will allow me anywhere near their fat purses or their gold-rich pursuits?" He asks, a bit of his own greed showing through his demeanor before he clears his throat and resumes his business-like act. "You want dead adventures so they do not break up the shadow games you play and I want to clear my debt and continue my service to our lord. That is why I am here. Not to concern myself with however you waste time" He says with a note of finality. "So, I will ask that you respect my way and let me hunt in peace" He nearly spits the last word but keeps his composure. He hates her type. Those who seek to dye the town Ebony where it is already Pitch. Vecna values dark deeds. Snuffing out the lights of goody adventurers is far more material than gaining control of an already dark shadow. But, animals that hunt at night are easily killed during the day. She will be no different. Just another Vecna cult member who cared too much for her nightly games and failed to see the bright shining adventurers creeping up while she slept. Of course making sure those adventurers never got to her bed was what made Orellow such a good dog. He chewed them up before they could even think about the dark of their Town. He smiles at her. Knowing that she will never admit his usefulness or the need for his kind in their organization. She will berate him for his outburst and act godly, like always. She will claim her ownership of him and everything else and her rights to do as she pleases. It makes no difference. This was just one more nail in her coffin. With this, she will turn to him for help last if at all and it will be with her final breath that she does so. Of this Orellow is certain.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 4, 2018 14:42:08 GMT -5
She waits for you to finish the first bit before interjecting with a simple, “No.” to your suggestion that she stay clear of the Wayfarer’s Rest. “I do not care where you hunt. In fact, I do not much care that you exist at all as long as you keep making your payments.” Her tone is dismissive, bored even. “What I, or my cronies as you put it do is none of your concern.” She reaches up and lays a hand gently on your cheek, “To put your mind at ease, let me explain a difference between my predicessor and I. He might have favoured tactics that cause a scene, but I prefer a lighter touch.” As she says touch, she pats your cheek, and lowers her hand.
She smiles then, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Your sense for danger flairs up, but you ram it down harshly so it doesn’t show. “You just remember your place. You’re a serial killer wearing a hero disguise. You don’t get to tell me a damn thing about where I may go, or what I am able to do.” Her voice is so quiet, but the threat in the air is like a blade to your throat. “You’re not even very good at being a serial killer, or at keeping a secret.” She pauses, letting that insult sink in for a moment before finishing, “Silvia is alive.”
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 9, 2018 1:49:01 GMT -5
Orellow looks down at the hand touching his cheek and his eyes follow up her arm to her face where he studies it for a moment as her hand lowers before nodding his head. "Fair enough" He says simply with an unusual tame. The light from his eyes seeming all but gone.
The world comes to a sudden halt and from behind Orellow a man with hair as dark as shadow kneels on the ground. His body held by chains of gold that he struggles against but won't break. He growls up at the little girl with long hair and a white one piece dress who stands before their handler. "I'LL TEAR THAT SELF RIGHTOUS-" He roars like a caged beast before the little girl cuts him off with a soothing "Shhhhh". "There will come a time, my beloved hero but for now rest, let your Ava handle this mean old lady" She smiles.
The world spins back to life as Orellow smiles much the same as the girl and nods. "Of course not, I would not dare tell my handler where her or her associates go, I was simply in concern for my own position, surely you can relate" He chuckles humorlessly. All traces of his usual nature are gone, seeming almost like another person. The way he holds himself, the tones behind his voice, even his smile and laugh seem fake as can be but in no way as forced as they should be. "Well, what can you expect from someone raised in the forest, perfection of city ways is hardly something you can fault me for" He shrugs nonchalantly, her insult seeming to bounce off whatever facade he's running. The moment Silvia is mentioned however the light returns to his eyes and they widen. An audible click of annoyance resonates out as he steps up to his handler. "Where?" He demands, his hands balling into fists. If Silvia is alive Orellow needs to find her. If she knows... Either way it isn't any good for anyone outside the organization to know about anything. Why wouldn't his handler have dealt with it? Why bring this up and rub it in his face? Unless... It isn't known what she knows and dealing with her would reveal themselves and that is too risky for any of them. If so then this is for Orellow to deal with and deal with it, he shall. Wait... Predecessor? Then the other guy has been taken out? By who? Her? His own foolishness? Argh! Doesn't matter! ...One thing at a time. "Tell me where she is, she can't know anything. She was taken out before I turned and if she does know something than I need to take care of it" Orellow says as he recounts to himself about the encounter with the Bear. If she was conscious then even Vecna himself wouldn't have stopped her from killing that bear, nor Orellow if she saw him put his blades through Shale. If she had any sort of consciousness while he was stripping away her gear she surely would've voiced a distaste for him leaving her bare, or when dropped her into that hole with all her dead friends. Why didn't he check her pulse? Killing after so long and routine clean up, he forgot something so crucial!? Is Vecna testing his faith? Is Pelor angered? What madness possessed him that he wouldn't... Oh wait... One thing at a time. First locate Silvia, then find out what she knows. Deal with her accordingly.
If getting info from his handler seems like it'd be tedious or annoying Orellow rolls his eyes and growls, heading off back into the blackness, he'll dash straight for the Goblin's Cave and retrace her steps from there, grabbing Ronok on his way out of the city.
(18+6=24 Survival to find tracks or an animals who may have seen her, using his Primeval Awareness to his fullest extent as well as anything else at his disposal to figure out where she could've gone after waking up in that pit
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 9, 2018 19:06:25 GMT -5
Once you have agreed, she says, "Good boy." Sounding like she's talking to a pet or maybe a small child, instead of someone she knows to be a murderer. She ignores your rhetorical questions, using her insult and dropping that Silvia is alive to interrupt you from continuing down that course. When you step close to demand where she is, she puts one finger on your chest and gently presses until you resume your previous distance. She smiles wolfishly, and puts on a mask of obviously fake innocence, "Now how would I know where she is? You're the tracker, so track." She makes a shooing motion with her hands, and turns to continue on her way, "I expect this little problem to be taken care of soon. If I have to get involved, then you're of no further use to me." She calls back over her shoulder. A moment later you get brushed aside, like when you're in a crowd and someone intentionally doesn't move out of the way. First on your left, then on your right side. You look around frantically for a moment, but don't see anyone. Then a footprint appears on the edge of a small puddle, she wasn't alone, and her companions were invisible and move incredibly silently. You roll your eyes at her back, growling softly to your self before heading out of town as quickly as possible.
You collect Ronok without any issue, and hustle to the old Goblin lair. As you approach, you circle the cave to check for signs of activity in the area. You come across a small clearing with several graves. The soil is fairly freshly turned, so they haven't been there overly long. The graves are marked with names you recognize from the party you murdered, and one additional grave. The additional grave's turned soil is surrounded by small round river stones. Special care was given to mark that grave. There can only be one person that would have taken the time to make those graves. Silvia has to be alive.
Approaching the entrance you see movement in the shadows of the cave...
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 10, 2018 5:24:33 GMT -5
Orellow has Ronok wait in the woods, staying out of sight and behind some bushes until he is called in. Hopefully the beast won't be needed for this encounter but better safe than sorry. For himself Orellow steps out toward the cave with his shield on and his arm resting on the hilt of his short sword. He whistles loudly to get the attention of the shadow. "Greetings, darkened one!" Orellow booms with a laugh. "This place is off limits. Adventurers have died here, you know? It is not safe. Come out." He says carrying his usual smile and demeanor. Without knowing who or what that shadow is, Orellow sees that it is probably best to play it as if he had heard a rumor of someone being out this way and I came to investigate. Which is far from any kind of a lie. If this is some random who stumbled in Orellow can probably just lead them away or kill them. A member of the Fingers would be just as content as Orellow to act as if they don't know each other. He waits for the shadow to come out and if the shadow refuses or flees into the cave Orellow will calmly approach the cave and enter. Keeping himself sharp to incoming attacks.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 10, 2018 14:02:17 GMT -5
A squeaky voice calls back, "Me Mottled One, Darkened One is back with Three Toes at the camp." Another voice calls out quieter than the first, "Hey shut-up Motty, I think 'es a venturer." The first voice replies, "Eh? Oh." Then he calls out to you, "You a venturer? If you is, you should give us yer shinies." The other voice calls out, "Or maybe der be more dead venturerss." The first voice laughs at that, adding a profound, "Yeah!"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 10, 2018 16:40:49 GMT -5
Orellow approaches the cave with his usual bit of swagger till he stands before it. His arm rested on the hilt of his short sword. "I am an adventurer, Orellow Avnec, is my name, seeker of justice and truth" He says with a laugh. "If its shinies you desire, I have plenty on me" he says, and pulls out one of his purses to toss it up into the air so they can hear the metallic clinks when its lands back in his hand (the one containing 60sp) "However I will not just hand them over, I would very much like to know why you are here and what you know of dead adventurers" Orellow says with a smile. Orellow knows there is no exit from that cave, the only way out will take them passed him, he's not unreasonable, if he can get some answers he'll spare them (maybe even recruit them), otherwise he has no qualms gutting these two and however many more annoyances that have found their way to his hoard. But, priority is Silvia, he has to figure out where she is and dealing with these two is paramount to that task.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 10, 2018 20:11:12 GMT -5
You can feel their eyes on the over stuffed pouch of silver as it sails through the air, you even hear a couple shuffled footsteps toward you. "You give shinies, me tell you all about why we here." The other one pipes up, "and about dead 'venturers." To which the first adds another profound, "Yeah." Now that you're closer, you can tell a little bit more about the shadowed figures. They are small in stature, closer to children in size. The one on the left is back about twenty feet. The other is closer, maybe ten feet. You heard the click of a crossbow being drawn taught from the left one, while from the right one that shuffled forward a few steps you heard the butt of a spear hitting the ground. You can't see them in the dark of the cave, but with their stature, and the sound of their voices you suspect Kobolds.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 10, 2018 20:36:57 GMT -5
Orellow gives the purse another toss then looks to the shadowed figures. "No, I do not believe you know anything" He says with a smile and stuffs the purse into his backpack before turning on a dime to walk away. He keeps himself ready to dodge their attacks as he suspects they will spring on him with his back turned. If the do, he'll turn on them and strike with his short sword. Not with intent to kill. Not yet. Otherwise he'll head into the woods and disappear from their sight.
Initiative: 14+5=19 Attack: 13+7=20, to hit. Damage:2+5=7, Subdue.
14+5=19 Stealth
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 10, 2018 21:06:36 GMT -5
"Hey!" The closer voice calls out, "You no go, me know things." You hear his footfalls approaching, and visualize his spear pointed at your back in a charge. He calls out, "Me know about da Red Lady!" as he steps into the light, closing the distance between you to only five feet of empty space. He stops, the butt of his spear braced by his rear foot in a stance normally reserved for bracing against a horseback charge, "You give shinies, we tell you things."
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 10, 2018 22:33:18 GMT -5
"Red Lady?" Orellow laughs. "Making thing up, will not convince me" he turns and points his finger at the Kobold. "Listen here, I am doing an investigation and I have not the time to be playing around" he says seriously. Looking at the kobold with his best no nonsense Dad face.
(15+3=18 deception not to let on I might know about the Red Lady)
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 11, 2018 12:16:44 GMT -5
The Kobold rolls his eyes, his shoulders falling, but his spear stays at the ready, "Look, how often do you get to see a naked hue-me digging holes with a pair of daggers?" The Kobold's face tightens up, maybe he's scowling, maybe not, "You gives the shinies now, or no more talking." He nods, as if that's his final word on the subject. The tip of a crossbow bolt shines in the light of the cave entrance, the other Kobold has approached the cave mouth while you've been talking. Additionally, that tree over there has lost too many leaves to be a coincidence, there has to be another Kobold up there.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 11, 2018 13:41:55 GMT -5
Orellow withdraws half the coins from his bag, and tosses them on the ground in front of the Kobold, "Thats half. Tell me everything you know, and I'll give you the rest." he says simply.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 11, 2018 18:16:23 GMT -5
The Kobold drops his spear and immediately starts stuffing coins into pockets and pouches, that is until the other Kobold pushes him over and begins doing the same. The scuffle is brief, and all the coins are hidden away before the two of them clamber all over each other to tell you everything they know. The words tumble all over each other so that the whole thing is a jumbled mess.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 13, 2018 16:38:48 GMT -5
Orellow sighs. "One at a time, if you would please" He keeps an eye out for the kobold up in the tree, wondering to himself why that one didn't come down to grab the coins like that others. Perhaps not a Kobold? He thinks briefly at sending Ronok after it, but the confusion might let these two run away and he still needs answers.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 13, 2018 23:42:49 GMT -5
The spear guy pushes the crossbow guy back toward the cave, and stares at him for a few seconds in a 'come at me bro' kind of way. The second makes an obscene gesture, but does slink off into the darkness of the cave once more. The first Kobold picks up his spear again, leaning on it like a walking stick instead of holding it at the ready. With all that settled, the spear guy starts to tell a story, "Well, when we didn't see the Gobbies a'trolling, we poked around a little. Then a little more. Found out that some venturer offed dem and der bear." He shifts his stance to look around, but continues, "We moved into da cave, and found piles of treasure." He looks excited for a moment, but then crestfallen, "Den bunches of Hummies come, and dey takes da treasure. Grumpy bunch too." He gestures over his shoulder past the cave to where you dumped the bodies. "The ground gave birth to a naked Hummie, her hair looked like fire." The other one calls out, "Da Red Lady." The first looks back, "Hush, me talkin' still." He turns back to you, "She looked real hurt, and she was angry. Like kill you with a glare angry. We let her pass, no toll." He shivers, but continues, "Her digged da holes for two days, passing out in the holes from time to time. Wes thought she digging hers own grave." He shakes his head, "Nope, she digged graves for the other naked Hummies." He gestures to a tree over behind you and to the left, "Grip over der left food and water for her while she was passed out, den she made some basic clothes and goes to Stonewalls." He extends his hand, palm up, and waits.
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Jan 22, 2018 18:07:47 GMT -5
The world slows and then stops for Orellow and a sharp thwack follows and he rubs the back of his head. "Of course shes in Clifton!" Avarice says throwing her hands up in frustration as she floats by him. "That shadow humping cow would not have known anything about her if that hothead remained outside the city" She twists both names like curse. Orellow sighs. "It is better we confirm where she has and has not been, knowing she was will put us on her trail" Orellow explains patiently. Avarice rolls her eyes. "Puts on on her trail" She mocks. "She's not an animal, she is capable of more than just fucking and fighting" She growls. Orellow cringes. Something strikes him wrong when a small girl like Avarice appears to be starts talking about mating so freely. "Either way, we need to get back to Town and hunt her down" Avarice says fiercely. Orellow looks at the girl in sheer disbelief. "Silvia is from Clifton" Orellow states plainly. Avarice throws up her eyes in a "So?" kind of fashion and Orellow goes on. "I'll be hunting a bear in its cave. She's probably better equipped to hunt in a city then I and as we've seen time and again, I do little good outside my element" Avarice seems unimpressed and sighs herself. "She can't know your the one who offed them, if you think about it, it doesn't make sense" Avarice states. This time its Orellow's turn to look unimpressed. "Neither is running into a horde of goblins with the high ground" Avarice looks like she wants to say something but stops. The world starts to turn. Orellow places the money filled sack into the Kobold's clawed hand. But keeps his grip on it until the Kobold answers one last question. "When was this?" Assuming they answer without an issue Orellow releases the sack and asks. "Would you be interested in doing some work for a hummie such as myself, plenty more shinies if you do" Orellow smiles at the Kobold. "Nothing dangerous, of course, I would simply ask that you place some traps in certain places" If they're interested then Orellow will smile and nod and then be on his way. he'll head back to Clifton. The trail is gone cold, its been weeks since she left here who knows where she is or where she will turn up, better to start making friends and learning what he can at this rate. Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best. Orellow will spend some time in the swamp gathering herbs and such to make healing potions. As dawn approaches he will makes his way to The Carousing Sailor to meet with his new "friend".
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2018 20:29:31 GMT -5
The Kobolds explain when, and you place it a day or two after you were here last. So she has been up and about since before you even left Cliften controlled waters. The Kobolds accept your vague job offer, explaining that since the bear was defeated the Goblin's have lost the advantage in this area. They're also willing to trade adventurer strikes against Goblin targets for trap making. They give you a very rough map that 'details' five locations of Goblin positions in the area. For each you take out they will perform a free trap making service. Additionally, if you take out the Goblin Chief as well the Kobolds will assume control of this entire area, and you will be a welcome guest in their territory.
The standard wave of laughter greets your ears, while the mixed smell of pipe smoke and ale washes over you as you open one of the double doors that leads into The Wayfarer's Rest. The new girl with the massive cleavage cuts past you with the standard, "Find a spot where you can." A few steps further and the cooking smells finally catch up with you, as mouth watering as ever. When you ask if Borris is about, she points toward a familiar group of adventurers in a booth along the back wall. Borris is there, chatting with the adventurers. You catch a glint of light off of their Pelorian rings from across the room. So, Orellow who do you talk to first?
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Feb 6, 2018 5:18:18 GMT -5
Orellow as he's making his way back to Clifton attempts to look passed the floating girl orange-yellow hair who's looking back at him with a grin. "What is with that damned smile?" Orellow asks, annoyed. "Nothing" Avarice giggles. Orellow growls in response to her none answer. "Oh, C'mon! I can't be the only one who finds it funny that your lovely "Miss Derosa" still lives and by your own ignorance, no less" Avarice laughs. "She was never mine" Orellow says firmly. "Oh, but I bet that red-haired harlot made your blood boil" She says mockingly. "She made my blood boil, alright, boil in anger, bloodied girl did not understand a thing beyond her own emotions" Orellow growls. "You are right, if she had kept herself in check, she might've been conscience long enough to kill that bear and then you" She giggles. Orellow huffs in response. After a moment of quiet Avarice chimes in again. "Sooooo, what now?" She asks. Orellow looks at the embodiment of his greed like she's stupid. She has to know he's thinking of going back to town and picking up her trail, why ask? "No, that's stupid" Avarice says flatly. Orellow shoots her look. She shrugs him off and explains. "If she was out in the wild? Yes. Hunt her. Kill her. But, as long as shes in those walls you have no chance" Orellow opens his mouth to object but Avavrice cuts him short. "You were spotted by a wandering priest in your best hiding spot, imagine what someone with actual knowledge of the city could do" Orellow closes his mouth. "Then what do you propose?" Orellow asks. "We wait, its been more than 2 tendays, the news of the adventuring party must be all over, so, she will seek you out to find out what happened straight from the horse's mouth" Orellow nods his head. The girl smiles and evaporates as Orellow closes in toward the gates.
Upon entering the Inn and being directed Orellow makes his way to the table and greets in Innkeep and ladies. "Salutations! I hope I'm not interrupting anything important" He booms and seems to catch his loudness, chuckling a bit in embarrassment.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Feb 6, 2018 13:26:43 GMT -5
Gyllen Blom is on the left, with her right leg pulled up onto the seat so she can rest her chin on her knee. You notice from your height and proximity to the table, that her leg is conveniently blocking the room from seeing that Hassel Rackfalk's hand is slip into the split of her dress meant for riding a horse. Hassel's hand is far enough up Gyllen's leg to make your mouth run dry, and your mind wander. Ingrid Torgrimson sits with her back straight as if she is made from stone, both hands clasping a fresh tankard of ale in front of her on the table. Her thick braid is pulled over her shoulder, blocking her ample cleavage and pooling in her lap. When you arrive Gyllen smiles, her cheeks dimpling, "Master Avnec, it has been too long." She says with a slight slur to her words. Her sky blue eyes are clouded by ale, but they drink you up from head to toe. She slowly licks her lips, ending that motion by biting her lip. Hassel's hand slides slightly farther up and Gyllen's attention is drawn away from you entirely. Hassel gestures to where Ingrid is currently sitting, "Won't you join us Master Avnec?" She raises and eyebrow at Ingrid and stares pointedly until she moves over to make room for you. Old Borris greets you warmly as ever, "Nothing important really. You've just caught me gossiping like an old hen again." He laughs then, heartily enough to make his bulk jiggle. "Excuse me ladies, I really should get back to work." He turns to leave, but turns back to you Orellow, "Unless you need me for something?"
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Post by DM-Boneyard Ben on Feb 6, 2018 16:25:28 GMT -5
Orellow regard each lady in turn, flashing his whites as he does. "I has been too long, I agree" He responds and graciously accepts the offered seat. "Indeed there is, Ol' Borris" Orellow says and informs the Innkeep he'd heard from a trusted source that Silvia is alive and when he went to investigate came across some Kobolds who made a claim to see a red haired girl digging graves for the other members of the party. Orellow being concerned that anyone waking up to their dead friends and spends 2 days digging graves before even seeking food for themselves cannot be in a healthy state of mind. He asks if Borris has heard of anything and perhaps to get the word out to the City Watch. "I know not what she has been doing these last 2 weeks but I would be grateful for any information you have"
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Post by DM-Delfon on Feb 8, 2018 22:36:03 GMT -5
"Oh? Silvia lives?" Old Borris seems surprised, but not as shocked as you would expect from the man given the news you just dropped. You get the feeling that he had an inkling that she might live already. You don't think he has seen her with his own two eyes, more like a confirmation of a rumor. "That's wonderful news." Old Borris exclaims, "I will set things in motion as soon as possible." Old Borris stands then, scanning the crowd, "In fact, I will get started right now." He nods to you, and shares a smile with the ladies, "If you will excuse me." Old Borris makes his way to a group of burly men, they have the look and mannerisms of soldiers, or perhaps off duty guards.
You feel something gently brush up your leg starting just above the ankle, and moving about halfway to your calf, "He is such a nice man." Gyllen says with a smirk, her eyes smokey, and locked to yours. Hassel looks from you to Gyllen and back, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly Gyllen pops up in her seat as if something bit her, and she snaps her attention back to Hassel. Ingrid clears her throat, attracting your attention, "Tell me of Floral Forest." She says it simply, but somehow it carries the weight of a question and a command. Her posture is still straight backed with both hands on her untouched drink, but now her head is turned your way and her eyes seem expectant. Gyllen and Hassel are having a private chat, in quick whispers that you can't make out over the noise of the common room. Their faces being so close while they whisper has attracted the attention of a table full of young men. You overhear some of those boys conversation, and much of it is quite lude. They seem contented to talk among themselves, but you see Ingrid's knuckles have turned white on her tankard, and her eyes have an angry edge to them, "Story now, yes?" She asks with an odd mixture of one part pleading and nine parts commanding to her tone.
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