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Shadow over Riddleport

Game Master Joana

"Gristav failed to mention that our destination was a house of madness and murder... so no, I didn't come that prepared." -- Phillip Hargreaves


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Gristav exits the flophouse down the newly-swept stair and retraces his steps toward the northwest. The denizens of Rotgut may still be lying low in response to the Gendarmes' incursion on their territory; at any rate, the half-elf doesn't encounter any pedestrians until he has regained the southern verge of Leeward District. The quiet streets tell him that the luncheon hour has passed; fortunately, he had two breakfasts that morning. He passes through the market at Leeward Common, past the House of the Silken Veil where prostitutes stroll on the plaza, and around the ridge where it almost meets the bank of the Velashu on his way to Devil's Fork.

The Gendarme in the gatehouse gives him a stern glance as he approaches. "What's your business here?"

Without Malkith's token or Braddon's badge, you're going to have to talk your way in. Pick your poison: Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate.


M 1/2E Magus 2 :2223a1: BAB1 CMB/D:3/15 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1 HP13/19 FRW522 Appraise7 K:Arc7 K:Lcl7 Ride6 Scft7 UMD8 Diplomacy 5 Intim 5 Sense Motive 3 Perf:Dance 3
Gold Goblin wrote:

The Gendarme in the gatehouse gives him a stern glance as he approaches. "What's your business here?"

Without Malkith's token or Braddon's badge, you're going to have to talk your way in. Pick your poison: Bluff, Diplomacy, or Intimidate.

Last two, in order, as needed?

"With the General. Gristav, to witness testimony in the Vishki investigation. Has the priest arrived? Bit of a darker fellow, with a Telidorean tone? If he has, we're in some hurry. If not, take your time. I would have remained inside, but I went with Officer Graves, and squad, and I've only just been able to return. They have a cart, full of bodies... I suppose that suits Graves.", Gristav jests, and gambles a smile, hoping for some return.

Diplomacy+5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6 LOL

Gristav blamed the tension with Graves, guessed he'd let it show in his voice, for all he tried to be light. As the gate guard's glower gathered, Gristav glared, letting the stored strife with Officer Graves sound in every sibilant...

"Now look here... waste all of my time, as you like. But if that priest's inside, it's me who's dutifully reported, and you who's wasting precious time. And that, too, might be dutifully reported."

Intimidate+5: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Maybe Larur will bring me blueberry pie? :-)


hp 22 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Arnando Rolf wrote:
"It's not really her," Arnando explains sympathetically before he begins his preparations. "I can't tell her anything, only get at the information she had at the time she died."

"Oh," Braddon's face saddens as he makes his way over to join the General.

Anton Mescher wrote:

"Inconvenient that he's so limited. Have you any suggestions how to word the questions? We must be exact; we've no margin for error if anything is less than clear."

Braddon presses a finger over his lips as if holding them closed and thinks for a long minute.

"Can't we just ask her what are the last events she remembers? And to describe the person she last saw? Cause that wouldn't be Ananda because she was upstairs the whole time."


Male Gnome Bard (Negotiator) 2

"Piccolo Taphodarian. Tá mé suimiúil i gcluichí chomh maith. D'fhéadfadh liom a bheith leat ar do ghnó? B'fhéidir a thabhairt isteach GNOME eile chun na himreoirí."

Gnome:
"I'm interested in the games as well. Might I join you on your business? Maybe introduce a fellow gnome to the players?"

Williplunnet Swevenforey wrote:

The gnome grunts non-committally. "Tá mé gnó ar an réimse." He slowly untangles one hand from his suspenders and slides the open palm toward Piccolo. "Williplunnet Swevenforey," he introduces himself, and Piccolo recognizes the name. An artist, auntie Ambrosia has told him, though from her tone he infers she disapproves of Swevenforey for some reason. It wouldn't have to be a good reason; Ambrosia disapproves of a lot of people.

** spoiler omitted **


Male Gnome

Swevenforey scratches his chin thoughtfully, making his gray-blue beard bristle. "Is é mo gnó a dhéanamh leis an úinéir, ní na himreoirí," he replies, "ach nuair a tá tú i, d'fhéadfaí tú fanacht agus féachaint ar na troideanna, is dócha." He grins suddenly. "Tar."

Gesturing for Piccolo to follow him, he navigates imperiously through the loiterers at the gate, up to the feet of the man handing out the programs. "Here," the gnome shouts impatiently, kicking at the man's boot, "down here, you oaf! Williplunnet Swevenforey, to see Zincher. Let me in at once!"

Gnome:
My business is with the owner, not the players, but once you're in, you could stay and watch the fights, I suppose. Come along.


Gristav wrote:
"Now look here... waste all of my time, as you like. But if that priest's inside, it's me who's dutifully reported, and you who's wasting precious time. And that, too, might be dutifully reported."

The Gendarme is unswayed by Gristav's attempt at fellow-feeling, but his threats introduce a modicum of doubt into the man's mind. He calls over one of his colleagues from the yard. "This fellow claims to be with the priest. Take him in, directly to the general. If the priest doesn't vouch for him, you can tell the general he lied to gain access to the compound." He flings a glare at Gristav that says he hopes the half-elf is lying.


Male Human (Chelaxian)
Braddon Hurst wrote:
"Can't we just ask her what are the last events she remembers? And to describe the person she last saw? Cause that wouldn't be Ananda because she was upstairs the whole time."

"If the murderer was disguised, a description will be of limited use," Mescher reminds them quietly. "Still, we can only know what the late Mistress Vishki knew, which may be little enough. "


There is a clunk from the top of the basement stairs as the door opens, and footsteps start to descend; a Gendarme is ushering Gristav into the basement. "General?" he begins suspiciously. "This fellow claims to be with the priest."


Male Gnome Bard (Negotiator) 2

Piccolo wraps an arm around the old gnome as they make their way to the arena, "Sin an fáth Is maith liom mo mhuintir féin. I gcónaí sásta cabhrú le GNOME gcomh dhéanamh ar roinnt bonn."

Gnome:
"That's why I like my own people. Always willing to help a fellow gnome make some coin."

Williplunnet Swevenforey wrote:

Swevenforey scratches his chin thoughtfully, making his gray-blue beard bristle. "Is é mo gnó a dhéanamh leis an úinéir, ní na himreoirí," he replies, "ach nuair a tá tú i, d'fhéadfaí tú fanacht agus féachaint ar na troideanna, is dócha." He grins suddenly. "Tar."

Gesturing for Piccolo to follow him, he navigates imperiously through the loiterers at the gate, up to the feet of the man handing out the programs. "Here," the gnome shouts impatiently, kicking at the man's boot, "down here, you oaf! Williplunnet Swevenforey, to see Zincher. Let me in at once!"

** spoiler omitted **


Noticing Gristav, "What took you so long?"


M 1/2E Magus 2 :2223a1: BAB1 CMB/D:3/15 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1 HP13/19 FRW522 Appraise7 K:Arc7 K:Lcl7 Ride6 Scft7 UMD8 Diplomacy 5 Intim 5 Sense Motive 3 Perf:Dance 3

To each of the guards from gate to General, Gristav evidences a pleasant impatience, answering the gate guard's glare with a satisfied smile, moving as swiftly as the escort might keep pace, and finally proceeding down the steps ahead of the General's confirmation.

To Snake's query, Gris replies, "Justice and Mercy, Duty and Diligence", Gristav mocks himself, "...and all of it, working uphill. I got to declare Cassie and Finnie and Micah all innocent, then see them put in shackles. And threatened with similar, myself. Unable to help them, I came here, in hope of helping her." Gristav gestures morosely toward Mistress Vishki, then looks to Braddon. "And you."

"Has a list of questions been prepared?", Gristav asks, looking from Mescher to Arnando and back. "Of course you're both more knowledgeable than I, but it's my understanding that once the echo is called, time is short, mere minutes?"


Gristav wrote:
To Snake's query, Gris replies, "Justice and Mercy, Duty and Diligence", Gristav mocks himself, "...and all of it, working uphill. I got to declare Cassie and Finnie and Micah all innocent, then see them put in shackles. And threatened with similar, myself. Unable to help them, I came here, in hope of helping her." Gristav gestures morosely toward Mistress Vishki, then looks to Braddon. "And you."

Snake's eyes go wide. Moving angrily toward the magus, he grabs him by the shirt and gets right in his face. "You did WHAT?! TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!"


Male Human (Chelaxian)

The general's eyes flash with annoyance as he looks over to see if Rolf is maintaining concentration. "Gentlemen, if this can't wait until after the interrogation, pray take it upstairs. The last thing we need is a distraction from the task at hand."


hp 22 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Anton Mescher wrote:
"If the murderer was disguised, a description will be of limited use," Mescher reminds them quietly. "Still, we can only know what the late Mistress Vishki knew, which may be little enough. "

Braddon thinks a moment.

"The bird!" He smiles and nods then realises further explanation may be required.
"Lil has a magic creature- a family. It's a bird and the gnome..." ("Better leave out the gnome.") "...I mean, it's always with her. So even if Gramma can't describe Lil she might describe her falim... famli...pet."

He turns as Gristav walks in.
"What type of..." He takes a step back, eyes wide, as Snake pushes forward.

Anton Mescher wrote:
The general's eyes flash with annoyance as he looks over to see if Rolf is maintaining concentration. "Gentlemen, if this can't wait until after the interrogation, pray take it upstairs. The last thing we need is a distraction from the task at hand."

"Um, yeah... sshhh!" Braddon adds helpfully.


M 1/2E Magus 2 :2223a1: BAB1 CMB/D:3/15 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1 HP13/19 FRW522 Appraise7 K:Arc7 K:Lcl7 Ride6 Scft7 UMD8 Diplomacy 5 Intim 5 Sense Motive 3 Perf:Dance 3

waiving the AoO

"Do you think I'm happy about it?", Gristav growled across the inches between his face and Snake's. "When the General ordered a squad to bring the bodies from the church, we'd left two villains alive, and two innocent men, and a throat-cut woman, and a girl. And what do you think might happen? So, against confusion, I went. And the villains had long fled, and I protested of innocence, but to prove himself a dutiful fisherman, Graves has them all in shackles, and every sign of carting them here, sat upon the bodies."

"Would you be happier with me, if I shared their ride and shackles? Or would I need to kill more men, for you to Let Go Of My Shirt!?"


Williplunnet Swevenforey wrote:
"Here," the gnome shouts impatiently, kicking at the man's boot, "down here, you oaf! Williplunnet Swevenforey, to see Zincher. Let me in at once!"

The guard, who hadn't noticed the Small people's approach, hisses in pain and surprise. "Nine Hells, you little gremlin!" he growls, picking his injured foot off the floor to rub his ankle. "You could ask nicely first."


Male Gnome

"And you could keep a weather eye out, hey?" Swevenforey replies viciously, "and not waste my time. I'm not a damned idler, loafing about like the rest of these worthless laggards."


The waiting crowd mutters mutinously at the gnome's characterization, but he ignores them fearlessly as the man at the gate fishes a key from his pocket to unlock the portcullis. He raises it just a few feet, enough for a Small person to duck under comfortably, and lets Swevenforey enter. When Piccolo follows, the man hesitates. "Wait, who's the other fellow? Is he with you?"


Male Gnome

"Well, of course he's with me," Swevenforey barks back caustically over his shoulder, without slowing his pace. "Who do you think he's with: Boss Croat?"


The pair of gnomes walk up the slight incline toward the interior of the arena. Just before they step out into the sunlight, stairs lead upward to either side, and Williplunnet turns sharply and ascends. The dimly-lit staircase folds back on itself several times, and they pass by a second, higher entrance to the seats before coming out into the sun at the very top of the circling walls. Piccolo blinks a few times as his eyes adjust to the brightness, but the other gnome just keeps walking.

Far below, in the center of the arena, the sand appears to have been raked to precision. The sun has been baking into rows of stone benches circling the arena for a few hours already, and the heat reflecting back up is almost visible; Piccolo can only imagine how uncomfortable it must be for the men and beasts on the sand. Up here at the top of the bowl, there is a hint of breeze from the harbor, but it is still unpleasantly warm, even before the gates open to pack the seats with sweating spectators. Six canopied boxes around the edge of the arena provide the only shade until the sun sinks low enough to shroud the western half of the stadium in shadow, and it's toward the southwestern box that Swevenforey is heading. Piccolo can see three large men within.


Letting go of his shirt with a shove, "Two villains? You mean the nobody thugs who need someone like Beltias to tell them how to blow their nose? Those villians?! Maybe if you'd leave well enough alone, and stop jumping to moronic conclusions, none of it would've ever happened. I swear," he says in frustration, shaking his head. Turning to the others, "I'll be upstairs." And with that, Snake takes his leave.


M 1/2E Magus 2 :2223a1: BAB1 CMB/D:3/15 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1 HP13/19 FRW522 Appraise7 K:Arc7 K:Lcl7 Ride6 Scft7 UMD8 Diplomacy 5 Intim 5 Sense Motive 3 Perf:Dance 3

Gristav sighs, and silently straightens his shirtfront, standing expectantly for the publican's prayers.


Male Gnome Bard (Negotiator) 2

Piccolo responds to the guard, "Yes. I'm with..." Of course, no need for a bluff when cantankerous works much better. He gives a two finger salute to the guard and makes haste to keep pace with Williplunnet taking in what details he can of the interior and path he is being led on. Williplunnet seems to know this place well. His business does seem serious to him. I hope it is not violent in nature and that Cleg is as amenable to a cantankerous nature as that guard. I'm ill-prepared for a fight.

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