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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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Phillip Hargreaves wrote:
On the topic of Daynadrian's fatalistic plight he presses on Serpe's diagnosis "If it's a curse then Shorafa's not the only one that could likely lift it... for my sanity at least could we at least entertain that as near fact?" before addressing the young elf directly "And unless Serpe is adamant, I still think it worth another opinion..." stressing again the implication that Arnando could be visited... but resolving to let that topic rest thereafter.

Snake shrugs. "Whatever works for the kid. Doesn't matter to me."

Young Dayn Nirgassan wrote:
The thought of displaying himself in his present condition to anyone more than he has to clearly doesn't sit well with Daynadrian; he blushes a girlish pink but nods grudgingly. "I suppose a priest can be trusted to keep a confidence," he mutters, "and not bandy it all around town. If the pair of you don't have any other pressing appointments," he addresses Braddon and Snake, "perhaps you could approach him quietly for me? I could meet him at the back door, and he could have a look at me in the kitchen, avoid any scrutiny."

Looking to Braddon and shrugging, he turns back to Dayn, "Sure, kid. Hopefully he can help you so we can get this over with."


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Gold Goblin wrote:
Gristav wrote:
Almost as if he knew no one wanted to be listening, Gristav was off at the length of his legs toward the Goblin.
The towering edifice of the Mystery of the Gate already visible in the next block from Flask & Stubb's, it takes Gristav little time to lope past the Cyphermages' inn, cut down the alley behind the Gold Goblin, and let himself in the back door.

Gristav glances at Larur's office as he passes through the casino, nods -pauses to nod, he surprises himself- at Desna, and gives another glance at Thuvalia's door, but proceeds to his room. Inside, he takes up the mapcase momentarily, but remembers a melancholic musing of a Moonday mooring. "I can't swear we'll be back before Moonday", she had said. And even if the ship was back, it wouldn't be ready, and if ready, they weren't, and Malkith, brave and alone, but respected for that, had sent no word.

He left the maps behind with the bundle of sinister trophies, locked his door, nodded, slowing, at Desna again, then pondered Thuvalia's door.

Then knocked on Larur's.

The key was a gesture away.

If no answer, check the office and drawer again, and if no change, the basement room, again.


hp 22 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Young Dayn Nirgassan wrote:
"Perhaps you could approach him quietly for me? I could meet him at the back door, and he could have a look at me in the kitchen, avoid any scrutiny."

"What, now?

Braddon pauses and looks towards the docks and then across towards the ferry.
"I guess. If you think so. We can be back at the docks within the hour. Phil?"


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

For clarity Phil repeated "You want me to see to what ships and what cost, yes?"

Just want to make sure I have the right idea. Braddon stated above 'Phil to get destination' - does that mean for me to go and find out the ships that are at harbor / for hire / etc?


As Gristav pushes through the kitchen doors on his way to his own room, he notices that the double doors of the front entrance are propped wide open and the morning sunlight is spilling in. From the courtyard outside, voices can be heard, as well as the sound of heavy things being carried, set down, and shifted; it would appear that the outside performance area is being arranged.

The half-elf knocks at the door of Larur's office, already anticipating that he will receive no answer. Letting himself in by his key, he finds the interior seemingly unchanged from the last time he saw it; it doesn't appear that anyone has been in the room since he left it earlier.

Still heading downstairs to the basement?


hp 22 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Phillip Hargreaves wrote:
For clarity Phil repeated "You want me to see to what ships and what cost, yes?"

"Um, sure," Braddon responds, not sounding very sure himself. Planning and organising don't seem to be some of his greatest strengths.

"And where is the Teeth of Araska? Where did it go? Is it back yet? Maybe it's just out in the bay and we can have this done by dinner. I would ask the harbourmaster but since Dayn and I knocked off his letters and I already asked him once about something I don't want to bother him again."


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Go look through the main doors first, it's likely Larur's keeping his dubious eye on the workmen, especially if Thuvalia's not out there. (And would have expected to hear her...) :)


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Phillip gives Braddon a nod, and clasps his shoulder to show some degree of support before moving away. He heads in a relatively direct fashion for the shipyard of Cas - keeping his eyes open for any faces recognized from his dalliances at temple.


The surest way to the shipyard seems to be around the Mystery of the Gate and past the front entrance of the Gold Goblin, so Phillip heads in that direction. As he approaches the casino, he can hear activity coming from the cobblestoned courtyard; a handful of Varisians are pacing the dimensions and pointing in various directions, under the supervision of Tendal, Thuvalia, and the gnome Piccolo. The relative positions of the dancing floor and of the band seem to be under discussion. Saul and Bojasc are watching from the steps up to the verandah. The double doors at the top are propped open, letting sunlight and what breeze there is to be had off the harbor in onto the casino floor.

Stopping by, or continuing on to the shipyard? No one at the Gold Goblin has noticed your passing.

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Gristav approaches the double doors across the new carpet to peer out into the courtyard. A handful of Varisians are involved in rearranging the planks which will make up the dancing surface tomorrow night, while a few others are talking animatedly with Thuvalia and Piccolo, pointing alternately to the edge of the cobblestones or up to the verandah. Saul and Bojasc are watching the activity from the sunlight at the foot of the short flight of stairs, their backs to the casino and Gristav. Larur is nowhere to be seen.

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So, Snake and Braddon, are you going to the Publican with Dayn? Or doing something else?


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Eyes flittered over the accumulated persons within the courtyard of the Goblin, but nothing strikes his attention as worth of diverging his path. A twinge of memory draws a smile as he thinks of what is likely still slumbering in his bed, but a quick breath and refocus puts paid to the mental diversion.

Straight like an arrow to the shipyard.


Yep. I am anyway.


hp 22 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Phillip Hargreaves wrote:
Phillip gives Braddon a nod, and clasps his shoulder to show some degree of support before moving away.

"Uh...thanks," Braddon mutters awkwardly, before turning away. He never seemed to have trouble exchanging emotions with women.

"Let's head," he gestures to Snake and Dayn and makes his way towards the Publican. His usual effusiveness is absent and he listens and watches as he makes his way across the river with his companions.


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Gold Goblin wrote:
Gristav approaches the double doors across the new carpet to peer out into the courtyard. A handful of Varisians are involved in rearranging the planks which will make up the dancing surface tomorrow night, while a few others are talking animatedly with Thuvalia and Piccolo, pointing alternately to the edge of the cobblestones or up to the verandah. Saul and Bojasc are watching the activity from the sunlight at the foot of the short flight of stairs, their backs to the casino and Gristav. Larur is nowhere to be seen.

Taking a moment to wonder about Thuvalia's wellbeing, Gristav otherwise doesn't delay, nor delve downstairs for the Shroedingering dwarf. Instead, he's shortly on his way to the shore - well, the docks - silent in his solitude, unless one was, as he was, between his ears.


Male Human (Chelaxian)

Braddon, Snake, and Daynadrian follow the road west to Velashu Ferry. The working day is underway by now, so the streets are fairly quiet and there is no one waiting at the dock other than Grimas, sitting at the doorway of his cottage with the brim of a hat pulled low over his eyes to shade them from the morning sun. He eyes the two men strolling along with the nervous-looking boy rather dubiously.

"Crossing to the west bank?" he asks, as they approach.


Phillip continues down the road toward the harbor, peeling off near the mouth of the river to follow the well-trodden path up to Casamen Cazynsik's ship repair yard. The sound of pounding hammers and echoing voices announce that the workmen are already at their jobs even before Phil reaches the yawning entrance on the river side. The table of halfling workers is easily singled out from the taller employees.

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A short time later, Gristav follows the same road southward from the Gold Goblin, bypassing the shipyard and instead heading directly for the wharf. The boardwalk is thick with sailors and stevedores, coming and going from ships all along the waterfront.


hp 22 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Grimas Oltedler wrote:
"Crossing to the west bank?" he asks, as they approach.

"Yup."

Braddon waits quietly.

As they cross the river a thought occurs to him.
"I thought you only crossed the river. What if we didn't want to cross to the west bank? Where else do you go? What else do you do? How much does it cost?"


Male Human (Chelaxian)

He shrugs, as he poles the flatboat across. "I can deliver you to any of the docks on the west side of the Velashu: straight to the Publican or up to Free-Coin or anywhere in between. East side, too, if you're that lazy, from the harbormaster's office to Devil's Fork. The fare depends on the distance traveled. Most people are content to take the shortest fare across and walk; only costs them their shoe-leather. That's excepting the Windward folk. I can take you straight to the river taxi stand at the mouth of the harbor, but they'll charge you an extra fee to disembark if you're not a local. Pretty rare the Windward folk get desperate enough to take my ferry, though; they have their own boats they can hire. I can take you to Maskyr's Island, too ... only they won't let you set foot on the place unless you've been sent for by the Overlord. Then I can charge you to take you back," he smirks. "Hey," he goes on with a more genuine smile, "good news about the redhead, huh? She sure seemed excited this morning."


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Shifting to the entrance, Phillip lets his eyes attempt to seek out two parties - first to see if Casamen is in attendance... and secondly if Marce is in sight.


hp 22 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Grimas Oltedler wrote:
"...good news about the redhead, huh? She sure seemed excited this morning."

Braddon nods distractedly. "Yeah, great news. She's really happy." Braddon's voice fails to carry the required enthusiasm.

"Can you drop us off behind the Publican? We... um... I've got new boots. Gottem Wealday afternoon."
Braddon lifts a foot to show them off and avoids glancing at Daynadrian.


Phillip pauses at the entrance and lets his eyes adjust to the dimmer light to which they are more accustomed. Within the barn-like structure, he spies both Marce, whom he was hoping to see, and the owner of the business, whom he might rather not. They aren't together, but he's not entirely sure he can slip in to speak to Marce without being spotted by Cazynsik, from whom he last parted on less than friendly terms.


Male Human (Chelaxian)
Braddon Hurst wrote:

"Can you drop us off behind the Publican? We... um... I've got new boots. Gottem Wealday afternoon."

Braddon lifts a foot to show them off and avoids glancing at Daynadrian.

Grimas stares at Braddon for a moment, frozen in the act of punting, then pointedly lifts his pole from the mud at the bottom of the river and lets the current begin to carry the flatboat downstream toward the Publican House.


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Gold Goblin wrote:
A short time later, Gristav follows the same road southward from the Gold Goblin, bypassing the shipyard and instead heading directly for the wharf. The boardwalk is thick with sailors and stevedores, coming and going from ships all along the waterfront.

Preoccupied, Gristav still manages to recall where the Flying Cloud was last tied up, and to find some vantage of the place. If it were, he hoped to bring them more luck. If it weren't, he'd take his leave...

Where might a dwarf draft a contract?, he thought as he walked.

KN:Local+7: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

With a deep breath, Phil moves into the shipyard and makes a beeline straight for Cas... seeking to engage the bull by the horns. When noticed he raises a hand in rudimentary greeting and speaks "Top of the morning... I've a need to speak to Marce, could I borrow him for a few minutes?" businesslike of tone, and showing no shiftiness or attempt to obfuscate or conceal.


The shipwright's displeasure at the uninvited guest is clear in the scowl on his face, but he stares at Phillip for a few moments before lifting his chin in the direction of the halflings' table. "You're on the clock, Marce!" he calls over without taking his eyes off of Phil. "This takes more than 'a few minutes,' and it's coming out of your lunch." Cas's glance lingers on Phillip for a moment before he deliberately strolls to the other end of the building, where the halflings' conversatioin will be out of earshot but clearly not out of his sight.

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The Gas Forges have a full dwarven office staff, complete with scribes and legal oversight ... but aware of the distance imposed between Larur and his former place of employment, Gristav is unsure whether the dwarf would have used his own kinsmen to draft the documentation for his new investment. Still, if he did, Gravin Goldhammer could undoubtedly point him to the right dwarf outside of office hours.

Alternately, there's Nathanael Weatherby, who seems to have handled most of the contract work in Leeward District, although Larur had betrayed no familiarity with him, nor had they found any record of Weatherby doing any work for him when they'd searched the scribe's office.

Gristav would imagine that each of the bosses would have their own stable of specialists, but as far as he knows, Larur hasn't any particular affinity with any of them. It's possible that Saul has his own connections from his glory days, perhaps someone retired who might do work off the books for an old associate.

The berth in which he last saw the Flying Cloud is occupied by an older and less reputable-looking ship; the faded and peeling letters on her escutcheon, only just legible, read The Coral Cutlass. It's not clear, however, whether ships have regular berths or if the more desirable positions are first-come-first-served....

Walk the whole wharf to be certain, or do something else, Gristav?


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Dwarves in their dwellings... particular... so where Larur had been, likely another, and the landlord, likely knows others. And Gravin guards the second copy, so any change, he'd know of. But he's the night shift, and long now let out... You could find him, you might disturb him... but if they're framing phrasing, in Dwarvish... Leave them to it?

Gristav stood still, decided... then doubtful. Then, stepping out of the path of a burdened stevedore, Gristav let the momentum carry him further away from the wharves.

To Larur's old neighborhood, Mister Feets...


Braddon, Daynadrian and Snake float comfortably down the Velashu, Grimas utilizing his pole only to keep them in the middle of the river and their head downstream. This is certainly a less strenuous passage for the ferryman, though it's obvious that he'll earn the extra fare struggling back upstream to his wonted dock. The bay riverfront window of the Publican House soon comes into view, and Grimas edges them gently out of the current until they bump to a stop against the tavern's private jetty. The door, as usual, is propped open to catch any breeze that may chance to pass.


hp 22 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2

"Thanks."
Braddon hands over the fare and turns to Dayn.
"You wanna wait here? Snake and I will be back in no time. I'll send Arnando out as soon as possible."
Braddon waits for assent and then heads into the Publican.


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Giving Cas a small nod of acknowledgement, Phil considers flicking a coin t'wards the dour man... but based on his jaundiced recollection of their last meeting reconsidered. In his mind he'd left it clear and even, and the bugger wasn't out of coin at any rate... easier to make recompense with Marce if needed.

When the other halfling draws near, Phil runs his hand through his hair and gives a curt nod of thanks for coming over. Businesslike and direct he asks "Marce. Thanks for the ear, I've a need to pick your mind if I can. Colleague of mine's in need of a steer on the comings and goings of the bay... your ear's right to bend? - or can you point me another's way?" demeanour hopefully showing that he's not engaged in skulduggery or subterfuge, but actually legitimately looking for assistance.

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