RP: Wylfgard - In Death's Shadow
Posted 01 August 2008 - 08:24 AM
Posted 01 August 2008 - 08:27 AM
Posted 01 August 2008 - 08:34 AM
Kade truded through the parched ground of the slums, it was dry and dusty, considering most of the buidlings were so close together, the sunlight never hit the ground in certain spots. A few beggers leaned out from the gutter, arms outstretched, begging for money to try and claw out another wretched day of existance. Of course, goodness knew what kind of infections these slum-dwellers were riddled with, Kade would've been better off petting a sewer rat. He swiftly approached a small shack, his destination for the time being.
Kade rapped on the door three times, awaiting an answer.
"Who is it?" A gruff voice asked, it was obvious by the tone this was not a person to be trifled with, a petty crook no less.
"It's Kade" the Imperial soldier replied, the crook clearing his throat, then unlocking the door. Inside the decaying house were a band of awful looking scumbags, it was impossible to tell who there were, but if they were in this man's company, they ought to be criminals.
"I hear a store got robbed good the other day, lots of people sa some of your friends do the dirty work, you wouldn't happen to have had a hand in this would you" Kade asked, knoing full well it was the truth, but indeed, Kade thouroughly enjoyed palying with the minds of the less... influencial gangs and their overlords.
"Kade, Kade, I-I don't got enough, my boys, they all starvin' you need to understand, I'll make ye a deal, you come back next week and ye'll have double" The man said. Kade sighed.
"Shame, just when I was about to go arrest your rivals... looks like I'll have to come back here with some of my-" Kade began.
"Wait! Come on now Kade, there ain't no need for that... you... give 'em your gold" the crook spat to one of his 'employees', the man knowing the consequences of refusal grudgingly handed over a megre amount of cash.
"Smart man... I'll be seeing you soon, and you'll be seeing your nice rivals slung in jail, or beheaded" Kade stated, the man smiling and nodding as Kade left the building, and headed over to the Silver Stein, that is, after he stashed his money back in a safe place in the guardhouse, he was robbed of his money several times and began storing his money in a safe place where no-one except him would think of looking for it. He sotred it in it's usualy place, when not a soul was watching, he pulled up the floorboards, and placed seventy of his eighty coins, including his bribe under them in a small leather pouch in the small hole dug under the wood.
May be on duty, but one drink never hurt nobody, plus it'll be a good place to look for something or other that's got to do with these killings.
Kade replaced the floorboards and brushed himself down before heading in the direction of the Silver Stein... it looked to be a long day yet.
Posted 01 August 2008 - 08:55 AM
Posted 01 August 2008 - 09:12 AM
Posted 01 August 2008 - 09:12 AM
"Just give me an ale, please," Rufus said, leaning against the counter. He looked around the tavern, and decided that the best person to ask about Farran would be the bartender. He would wait a while for things to get back to normal, though. If only people would stop with the funny looks in this place. He mildly wished he had picked another tavern.
Posted 01 August 2008 - 09:47 AM
She speaks the truth.....ANARCHY!
"It is my belief that all government is evil and trying to improve it is largely a waste of time."
Posted 01 August 2008 - 11:34 AM
MS_DOS (also applies to Blood-Snake, Saber-Scorpion, and Horatio): When you near the Silver Stein, you notice many patrons leaving with irritated looks on their faces and scattering in various directions down the street.
As you enter the inn, you see a few nobles here and there, though they are outnumbered greatly by the commoners, travelers, and other less clean and pampered folk sitting about. You notice that two other guards ((Blood-Snake and Horatio)) are already present in the tavern, and one is speaking with the bartender ((Horatio)) while the other ((Blood-Snake)) talks to another man in guard uniform, who you recognize as a man you often see on the streets, lighting lanterns - Duane Blake.
Then, as one of the noblemen sitting on the right side of the tavern sees you enter, he shoots a quick and quite annoyed glance at all four of the men in guard uniform either standing or lounging about in the tavern.
"I say, what the bloody hell is this?" the nobleman says aloud, catching the attention of everyone in the tavern. "Did this tavern become the new watch tower?"
"Indeed!" chimes in another. "Since when did the guards all start drinking on duty? I have connections - I believe I'll send a complaint to the city council, perhaps even to the king himself, if I see another watchman enter this building!"
"Quite so," agrees the first. "Aren't you supposed to be out patroling the streets, you lot? You know, protecting us from the likes of the sewer murderer and such? Gods, guards drinking on duty... this city is going downhill. Before the year's out I suppose I'll end up in the blasted capital."
"We wouldn't want that," says an oddly-accented voice you recognize as Bruce McShane, who has now stepped into the building. "If we got too many stuffy, pissy nobles in one city they might start fightin', like slappin' each other with gloves over who has the puffier sleeves or more priggish accent."
"You're hardly one to talk of accents, you blaggard!" barks one of the nobles, whose face reddens with anger as he casts a brief glance down at his enormously puffy upper sleeves.
((And remember guys, nobody take control of the nobles or Bruce or anything and make them speak or do something... leave that to me.))
Sir_Muffonious (and Mercutio and Perspective): You wonder if Norlandi has already guessed your motives for being here, but nonetheless, he politely opens the door and steps aside to allow you passage.
"Aye," replies the old dwarf. "Come in, make yerselves at home, 'n' tell me how I could help ye."
Norlandi's house is easily a small place, and the den you step into can only be summed up as 'cozy.' In the center of the room is a small, round table with four chairs around it, two of which are sized for dwarves, and directly across the room from the entrance is a chair sitting before a large fireplace, the embers of which are softly glowing, adding to the air of humble living. The room is currently lit only by the sunlight pouring in through the windows on either side. You also see the kitchen to your right, fit only with necessities... a few cabinets, some dishes setting here and there on a small counter, two knives, and one large pot.
As you all enter the building, Norlandi speaks again, "Want some ale? Maybe somethin' a little weaker, since yer on duty... tea, anythin' like that?"
Horatio: The bartender seems very easily intrigued.
"That I do," he answers quietly. "Try not to spread this around, but, ah... there's a buildin' in the slums, right next to a tavern called The Flogged Donkey. Really bad place, I wouldn't be caught dead in it... but Farran sometimes," the man's eyes briefly move around the room, "uh, stays with a woman livin' there. She's a real slut, you didn't hear that from me, but you might be able to catch him there durin' the day - like right now, for instance."
With an innocent smile, the bartender then offers his hand for you to place your coin in.
Lightning Bolt: "Right," the bartender mutters, pouring some ale into a tankard and placing it before you. "One gold."
Just one? Somehow you remember ale - at least, decent ale - costing more than that.
"We don't get many guards passin' through here," says the man before you. "Got any particular business, or should I stop nosin'?" he jokes with a hint of a grin, which shows some of his quite hideous, yellowed teeth.
Posted 01 August 2008 - 12:13 PM
"Thank you, sir. Is there anything else you can tell Seth and I, regarding the recent sewer killings, anything suspicious, or a hunch of yours, perhaps?" Sam inquired.
Posted 01 August 2008 - 12:20 PM
He leaves the bar and walks through the slums in the direction of the Flogged Donkey. Upon arriving, he finds the building the bartender had spoken of. He enters, glancing around for anyone who might be Farran...
Posted 01 August 2008 - 12:22 PM
He slipped and dropped it. He desperately tried to grab it before it hit the floor, but failed. Roderick sneered as he pried it back up off the sticky surface and replaced it in his pouch.
When he sat back up, he noticed the fight threatening to break out between the nobles and the guards. If some chainmail-clad watchman throws a punch at a nob, Roderick thought, he'll end up as a bouncer in a bar at the docks by week's end. He noted one guard's jab about puffy sleeves and decided he might just start the fight himself, after all.
Either way, he knew he had to ask the bartender quickly if he had any questions. So he sidled up to the bar and waited until he was available. Once the man came over to see what he wanted, Roderick gave his best winning smile and said, "Hello, my good man. Do you know where I can find Al Robson? Guy owes me six crowns from a game of dice poker."
Posted 01 August 2008 - 12:27 PM
Posted 01 August 2008 - 12:59 PM
"Well, here it is," he said, setting his cup back. "I'm looking for a man called Farran. I was hoping someone here would know of him." He stopped and waited to see what the reaction would be.
Posted 01 August 2008 - 02:43 PM
Posted 01 August 2008 - 05:25 PM
"Okay, I'm fine with going after the Golak Gang," said Varn confidently. "I grew up in the south district and know some places."
Posted 01 August 2008 - 07:09 PM
"Come on then," Darren said to the two guys behind him, "We better get up there. If he's on duty, just ask questions, but slip them into to conversation. Don't make him suspicious. 'Kay?" He finished, leaving the question hanging in the air.
"Many people have died for their beliefs; it's actually quite common. The real courage is in living and suffering for what you believe." – Brom (Eragon pg.197)
Posted 01 August 2008 - 10:51 PM
"Do you still love her?"
"Almost as much as I hate her."
Posted 01 August 2008 - 11:09 PM
The plain walls of the guardhouse bit Thomas in the eyes. He quickly turned his eyes from them and thought about who to investigate first. Everyone parted ways while Thomas was still in his own world. Noticing this, he murmured to himself: "The only one guy "left" seems to be the merchant tagging along with the gangsters. However, I'd like to have a save back if I'm going to investigate him."
Casas decided that he will catch up with some of the guards that left for that dwarf, Norlandi, and decide with them what to do next. He caught them just as they were entering the dwarf's house. "Mind if I tag along?", said Thomas.
The obsessive heat outside mashed with dull air filling the small home of Norlandi was overwhelming. Thomas really felt that a perfumed scarf would do wonders for him. Nevertheless, he found a place to sit and rolled his eyes as his fake teeth once again demanded some replacement. "Ale?" - said Thomas as he rubbed his cheek trying to ease the pain. "I'd rather have tea". He knew it's an investigation, but he hardly knew what to start with. Therefore, he let the atmosphere go it's own way. Thomas took the passive route like his more noble fellow.
((Is it OK to assume I joined the two?))
Posted 02 August 2008 - 12:39 AM
Horatio: "Hoy! Who goes there?" comes a female voice from inside the building, and a quite scantily-clad woman, whose looks aren't quite desirable, steps forward to look at you. "A guard, eh?" she asks, her voice thick with a poor-class accent. "What'choo doin' in me 'ouse?"
"Calm, dear, stay calm," comes a voice you can only guess belongs to Farran, a short and rather skinny man with unkempt brown hair and a bony little face - he stops to stand before you, observing you with his earth-brown eyes. "Greetin's, milord," he says. "Sorry about this grouchy ol' wench 'ere, she can get on one's bloody nerves, can't she?" he jokes with a hint of a grin, though he soon turns serious again. "So, 'ow can I 'elp you, sire?"
Charisma Check - 11
Luck Check - 10
The bartender nods. "Sure, I know where he is," he says. "He lives in the Slums, five buildin's away from a bad little tavern down there called The Flogged Donkey, in fact. Good luck gettin' yer crowns from that sop, I hear he's not the best with money." The man sighs as the nobles with the 'priggish accents,' as the guard put it, continue jabbering endlessly. With a mutter, the bartender rests his chin in his hand, his eyes now turned to the tall guard in the green tabard. "I reckon I'm gonna be watchin' a barfight in just a few minutes."
Sir_Muffonious, Mercutio, Perspective, and Deceptus: Norlandi nods to Thomas, and begins to prepare some tea, placing a kettle over the embers and proceeding to use a fire poker to prod some back to life, speaking as he does. "So what can I help ye with?" he asks. "I get the feelin' it's somethin' unpleasant, what with all the stuff that's been goin' on lately. B'tween the sewer murders 'n' all the gangs croppin' up, it's hard for anyone t' even feel safe walkin' the streets anymore, even in th' daytime."
Lightning Bolt: "Farran? That no-good two-timin' rat?" the bartender turns his head to spit on the floor. "I spit on 'is name. The blaggard 'ad to decide to stay with the woman livin' nextdoor," he motions to his right. "Over there. If you go talk to him, though, I'd suggest ye be careful. They say he's got some kinda... connections to the city underworld, if ye know what I mean. Some say he's in with the Golaks."
((Now, if you go to Farran's place, then also read my reply to Horatio in this post. That should give you an idea of what Farran looks like, as well as what's going on in his home and who's in there.))
HJC: "Me too," Jerrel says. "Alright, then - let's go find that Frank Duncan guy."
You follow Jerrel as he leads the way around in the Slums - clearly both of you know almost this entire place and, in fact, you know exactly where he's going: the little shop just a little ways west of the guardhouse. As you arrive at the trader's building, you follow Jerrel inside.
As soon as you both enter, a voice deep as rolling thunder addresses you. "Hello," says the enormously tall man behind the counter on the far side of the room in the building, which is filled with all sorts of items. The man is bald, tremendously muscular, and has dark skin - he looks like he came from somewhere in the far South, which is quite surprising. "Two guards, huh? Here to ask me some questions, or something?"
Scorchy, Rdda 'Cirom, and Scorch: As you all go up onto the enormous, stone walls surrounding the city, you approach the area over the main gates, where you see several men standing - several of whom some of you recognize immediately.
Standing on the wall over the main gates, and speaking with each other, are a small group of soldiers: Captain Thomas Mitchell, Captain Magnus Sullivan, and the one you seek: Nado Pari.
As you approach, though you are still rather far away, Tom Mitchell looks up at the three of you, and the other two follow his gaze. "Greetings," Tom says to the three of you as you stop to stand before them.
Blood-snake: Duane gives a dry chuckle. "Naw, why would I?" he replies, still slurring his speech, drunk as a fish. "I only light the lanterns at night - I don't see nuthin'. When I come 'round, the criminals scatter like, uh, somethin' that scatters, 'cause everybody knows nobody sneaky likes light."
Posted 02 August 2008 - 12:55 AM
"Do you still love her?"
"Almost as much as I hate her."
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