"Is it possible that knowledge of who has ownership of the warehouse would be useful?" -greep- "Either because it might indicate a backer or justify some action on our part?"
Renkar nods at Greep
"An excellent suggestion, but finding that dark will require a trip to the Hall of Records. The Fated can be difficult to deal with, but perhaps if we cannot learn the chant on the street we can visit them."
diplomacy, deception : 1d20+8=18, 1d20+8=12
k(history), k(arcana) : 1d020+10=19, 1d20+10=26
... That is why finding the portal will be key.""Oh gods, we're going to go there, aren't we. That place is hell on the complexion. Renkar, if we go to that planar armpit we're going to need some special equipment, and a lot of lotion."
Renkar addresses Eir's question.
"While I would not say for certain you all will be travelling there, I think that it is wise to prepare for all eventualities. Perhaps we can find some gear for you to take along. Perhaps Snail Exploration Outfitters has some for sale."
"Wouldn't the goblin tribe need special gear as well?" -greep- "Where would they acquire it?"
"Wouldn't the goblin tribe need special gear as well?" -greep- "Where would they acquire it?"
Renkar ponders this as he restuffs his pipe with Garlan Bright Valley Longleaf.
"Indeed. Where would they find it? Another question to answer."
"Who wants to do what?" Karrin asks, "We should start gathering information at the very least. Maybe Eir could hunt down this face guy and see if there's anyone behind the scene, Greep and Zigal could look into the equipment thing and check with their contacts. Swift could watch some of these goblins to see if she can track down where they're coming from. And me and Ffethpaar could ask around about their general operations maybe drawing attention away from the others in the process?"
Karrin doesn't look at anyone as she makes her suggestions, instead she plays with one of her silver rings, and her words seem more likely a stream of her sub-conscientious.
"I am happy to help gather information. I often had to sort things out with my tribe."
To Swift:
"It is a pity that you cannot train that cat friend of yours as she would be perfect for surveillance. She might even be able to cadge a lift from the delivery man if she spots him. However, I dream, I am sure you will be perfect."
"items we can check also we could ask the shopkeep if he had sold to any goblins or ask around to see where else to buy such things and who they had sold to."
"Eir and Swift are familiar with the city, and I will be with Zigel, who is also knowledgable about Sigil." -greep- He looks at Karrin, "Will you and friend Ffethpaar be comfortable investigating in this regard? Perhaps Renkar or maybe Hanali could reccomend a 'durable' guide, should you prefer."
Greep looks to see whether his friends are offended by his implication that they might get lost in the big city.
Ffethpaar turns to Greep:
"Thankyou. I may be a stranger, but I will not get lost. Sometimes those who are not knowledgeable can make the better choices. Besides, we might even learn more if people think we are somewhat naïve. However:" Turning to Karrin and Renkar "if you think we would be better off with a guide I will defer to your better judgement".
" Turning to Karrin and Renkar "if you think we would be better off with a guide I will defer to your better judgement".
Karrin looks surprised, as if coming out of a stupor, "what?" she says looking startled, "guide? I don't know depends on where we have to go I guess."
"Who wants to do what?" Karrin asks, "We should start gathering information at the very least. Maybe Eir could hunt down this face guy and see if there's anyone behind the scene, Greep and Zigal could look into the equipment thing and check with their contacts. Swift could watch some of these goblins to see if she can track down where they're coming from. And me and Ffethpaar could ask around about their general operations maybe drawing attention away from the others in the process?"
Karrin doesn't look at anyone as she makes her suggestions, instead she plays with one of her silver rings, and her words seem more likely a stream of her sub-conscientious.
Renkar looks startled a bit at this wisdom coming out of Karrin
"Miss Kind I think that is a good start! Although I would suggest that Eir and Swift stay together and combine their tasks. I think that the answers will be found to those two together."
"I like it," Karrin says, "I don't see any flaws"
"Yep, everything is perfectly settled," Karrin says dusting off her hands, "absolutely no more discussion needed."
"Well then," Karrin says standing up, "Let's get at it!"
Putting out his pipe zigel rises and looks to karrin "well cutter looks like its time to earn the jink ,comealong kratos ya basher we's work to gets doing"
"Alright Ffethpaar," Karrin says, "Let's go crack some skulls!"
"Oh, in case this comes up: do you want to hold em' while I break them or do you want me to hold them while you relieve some stress on the old' meat bags first? I can go either way. I once 'questioned' a brigand for four hours straight!"
"Actually, Karrin, Why doesn't Ffethpaar go with Eir?" -greep- "That way you and Zigel can meet with his contacts before checking out the outfitters. Leaving Swift and I to visit my friends Quint before scouting the goblins."
"That way, Eir has Ffethpaar to back up her skills. Neither Swift nor I will make Quint uncomfortable. And you and Zigel have already shown you can work together."
-GREEP-
Zigle shoots greep as sly smile "what a fine ideal greep. I dont think Renkar will mind, What say ya lass shall we co cutter?"
"um . . . so I'm beating up outfitters now? Zigal do you even know how to throw a punch?"
chuckling loudly "Indeed lass,much better at making things burn or die a cold death however. But lets talk to the suppliers first cutter.If they need a bashing i'll let ya have first crack at em "
"Ok, works for me," Karrin says with a smile, "I guess this way nobody needs a guild, good thinking Greep. Alright let's go ba- talk to some heads . . . hmmm, doesn't quite have the same ring to it."
busting out in laughter "oh cutter do I have a story for you.As we go i'll tell ya over the time I got trapped in a dimiplane for 3 weeks with a pair of addle-coved heads and a talking weasel."
To Greep: "Maybe this Quint fellow is the best place to start looking for out lost faceman - he's a goblin, right?"
"I guess I'll start asking at the establishments he lined up with their new supply."
"Well then," Karrin says standing up, "Let's get at it!"
Renkar rises and looks over you all.
"Well, I wish you all the best of luck. Hanali and I will remain here if there are problems. Miss Kind, I am going to give you something."
Renkar hands the young Tiefling a handfull of platinum coins
"When you go to the outfitters, see if you can procure some basic equipment. See what they reccomend."
"Since it is Antipeak I urge you to be cautious. Try to remain unobtrusive and refrain from causing too much of a ruckus. I have some good will with the authorities, but they will only look away so much."
Looks at Eir.
"If you are looking into the suppliers I would suggest Orsmonder's Meats in the Hive. The others are more respectable, and will probably stonewall you. Sil Orsmonder has a reputation for a greedy soul, and perhaps you can find a lever to get him to turn stag. Take a few coins, it shouldn't take much."
Gives Eir 10 platinum coins
"If you are looking into the suppliers I would suggest Orsmonder's Meats in the Hive. The others are more respectable, and will probably stonewall you. Sil Orsmonder has a reputation for a greedy soul, and perhaps you can find a lever to get him to turn stag. Take a few coins, it shouldn't take much."Gives Eir 10 platinum coins
Eir lets her black Batman cape slide off her chest.
"These might help, too."
"If you are looking into the suppliers I would suggest Orsmonder's Meats in the Hive. The others are more respectable, and will probably stonewall you. Sil Orsmonder has a reputation for a greedy soul, and perhaps you can find a lever to get him to turn stag. Take a few coins, it shouldn't take much."Gives Eir 10 platinum coins
Eir lets her black Batman cape slide off her chest.
"These might help, too."
Renkar chuckles
"Aye. They might at that."
"If I am to ask the Quints' for info, perhaps a few coins would not go amiss, Renkar."-greep-"I will, of course, provide a reciept."
He looks to see if any caught that hint- receipts make interesting files.
After recieving Renkar's largess Greep waves at Swift, "After you. We'll go down Thread Alley to Quints'. Then you can show me how to get to the tribes' squat and we'll see what we can see."
-gre-greep-
"Ok Zigal, let's go," Karrin says, "you lead the way. I'll let you do the talking."
Ffethpaar listens to the planning in silence. After it has all been agreed he get up and looks at Eir.
"So it looks as if we are going hunting. That is fine by me. Where do you suggest that we start?"
Renkar nods at Greep.
"A few coins always make investigations easier. Here are a few. Let's all try not to go through them all too quickly, as this is biting into our profitability."
Renkar hands Greep 5 Merts
After receiving the 5 platinum coins, Swift and Greep depart the Silver Rose and head for Thread Alley. The light of Sigil's day is gone, and the dark twilight of Before Afterpeak reigns. The two wind there way down Thread Alley. A few merchants have hung torches outside their rear doors to ward theives off and attract customers using the shortcut. One board catches Greep's eye at a local tailor shop's rear entrance.
... BEcause We ARE THE FIrst high-END shop IN Sigil tHAt Deals Only in Women's foundational garments ...
Greep stores this away and the two move on towards their goal.
The alley is relatively busy. Sigil's shops stay open long hours, some all Antipeak. Many of its' inhabitants prefer the dark hours. Greep and Swift pass many beings on errands, but no one stops to accost them. The two travellers can hear the din of the Night Market in the distance as they arrive at Quint's tenement. They ascend to the door and knock.
Quint's voive trails through the door.
"Who ... is ... there?"
Zigel and Karrin depart the Silver Rose at the same time as Greep and Swift and begin their travels to the Snail Exploration Outfitters. The store lies near the Great Bazaar off a small dead end street called Grimnock Lane.
The two travel to Copperman Way, entering the busy avenue and heading into the Market Ward. The road is not as frantic as it had been during the Peak hours, but there are more beings around, they are just moving at a slower pace. Knots of beings crowd around entertainers of all stripes: Jugglers, minstrels, sword swallowers and many others. There also seems to be a large amount of drunken folks staggering about. As the two head down towards the outfitting store, a trio of leather-clad youths push their way through the crowd. Their armor is uncared for and cracked, the hilts of their swords rusty. They all seem ill-kempt, all three with scruffy beards and hair that is uncut and touseled into big hanging dreadlocks.
"I think it was suggested that we start by visiting Orsmonder's meat place. How would you like me to act? I could be a pleasant person like you, or, perhaps slightly menacing. If it is to be menacing, I shall wear my metal claws."
He proudly shows her the claws that Clarion made for him.
Zigel and Karrin depart the Silver Rose at the same time as Greep and Swift and begin their travels to the Snail Exploration Outfitters. The store lies near the Great Bazaar off a small dead end street called Grimnock Lane.
The two travel to Copperman Way, entering the busy avenue and heading into the Market Ward. The road is not as frantic as it had been during the Peak hours, but there are more beings around, they are just moving at a slower pace. Knots of beings crowd around entertainers of all stripes: Jugglers, minstrels, sword swallowers and many others. There also seems to be a large amount of drunken folks staggering about. As the two head down towards the outfitting store, a trio of leather-clad youths push their way through the crowd. Their armor is uncared for and cracked, the hilts of their swords rusty. They all seem ill-kempt, all three with scruffy beards and hair that is uncut and touseled into big hanging dreadlocks.
"What do you think Z? Do we go through them or around them?"
Eir and Ffethpaar descend to ground level and begin their trip down to the Hive. The Before Antipeak gloom deepens as the duo proceed down the very streets that Eir had ridden with Hanali earlier. The view isn't as enchanting at walking level.
The two make it to the Great Gymnasium without any trouble, the enormous building now alight with many torches blazing. the two move on, entering the quiet streets of the Clerk's Ward. This ward is very still until the two approach the Civic Festhall Dsitrict. Then all Baator breaks loose.
The Civic Festhall district is jammed packed with drunken revelers, all chanting, singing and drinking up a storm. Harmonium troops circle the crowd, attempting to keep the chaos in check. Staying to the fringes, Eir and Ffethpaar manage to navigate the crowd with little difficulty.
After the Civic Festhall, the neighborhoods start to get a little seedier. The two traverse the Sandstone District, the crumbling red-stone tenements dark and shrouded in fog. The streets empty, the few people that the two see keep their heads turned and cross the street to avoid them.
Sandstone Row, the main road in the Sandstone District leads the two straight into the Hive. The buildings get even shabbier, crazy-quilted with different scavenged building materials. Most seem as if the razorvine is the only thing keeping them up. There are more beings on the street now, but they all have a desperate and furtive air about them. A few street vendors try to ply the two with their wares, but the food offered looks dicey and the goods shoddy.
At a three-way intersection of Sandstone Row, Whisper Way and Shatterbone Street is the large store known as Orsmonder's Meats. Although the hour is getting late , there is a lively crowd of beggars, bubbers and orphans crowded out an open door to the side of the building. Many carry some sort of dead animal, or some butchered meat. The crowd of people seem to be lined up to sell their 'street meat' to Orsmonder's. The two bypass this line and go to the front entrance.
The crowd here is a lot thinner, a few late weary-looking patrons shopping among the hung carcasses for a bargain. a long counter runs inside, several apron-cloaked servers haggling and chopping meat for the clients. Upon inquiring for Sil Orsmonder, one of the butchers yells to the back
"Hey boss! Got two fancy bits want a word wi'yeh!"
A few seconds later a large man emerges from the back area. He wears an apron like his minions, but it is relatively clean. He has a foul cheroot clamped tightly in his flabby jowls, and a perpetual sneer on his face. His rat-like eyes look Eir up and down in an obvious show of lechery. He growls to the two.
"I'm Sil. I'm a busy man, what do you two berks want?"
Zigel looks over to karrin in thought "best we avoid a fight if we can ,no love e' the hardheads and all,still keep on your guard you too kratos" zigel drops his hand into his spell pouch reading for use if need be
Kratos picks up and moves between zigel and the others he lets his sences take in the crowd and is ready for action .
Zigel:
Kratos picks up and moves between zigel and the others he lets his sences take in the crowd and is ready for action .