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Shadow over Riddleport

Game Master Joana

"Rag End, Rotgut, Rat Street. Someplace out past the wharves that begins with R. Apparently it's really dangerous and crawling with thugs and murderers, but apart from the evil cultists this is the only time I've been attacked since I got here...last week. I think I've been there twice. I lost count. Can I have that drink?" -- Braddon Hurst


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Tendal Deverin wrote:

"No, I did not relate our afternoon's adventures. I didn't think that it would be prudent until discussed with the remainder of our group, or some opportunity presented itself that was too good to wait on."

"In other words, I didn't feel that simply casting about in murky waters would be a wise course."

"You were not able to glean anything from Mr. Arrow?"

"A recipe for least-effort porridge, a method for applying, to an entire kitchen at once, a thin veneer of curmudgeon... Oh, to be fair, he's not as bad as all that. Not consistently, in any case. I believe there's a decent man there, somewhere under burdens he might have put down years ago, in the manner of the monk."

"One might have thought a private breakfast a good opportunity, and our group seems to find trouble easier than consensus... I might have cast into those waters. But I've never been accused of wisdom, nor prudence. Well, not lately."


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Gold Goblin wrote:
Tendal and Gristav arrive back at the Fish and Fortune and spy their three comrades seated at a table in the common room over a more meager breakfast than the one they enjoyed at the Port-Governor's.

Braddon looks up.

"Ah, you're back. Alive. I knew you would be. I wasn't worried at all. Especially about you."
He points a thumb to Tendal, takes a large bite of his meal, almost chokes but manages to gag it down.
He wisely sips at his drink to wash down the food.


Hp :13/13; AC 11(15) / 11 tch / 10(14) ff; Wastrel 2

Not entirely sure if the half-elf is poking fun at him or not Tendal breezes past the comment as he joins the men at the table.

"Yes, well, it was touch and go for a while there with the gambling and the wine and all. I almost didn't survive." he says in a deadpan.

"Have you discussed our requirement for a private space with the proprietor, or were we thinking of just using our quarters upstairs?" Tendal asks quietly.


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2

Braddon blinks, takes a smaller bite of his meal and, chewing thoughtfully, turns to look at Phillip.


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Noting Braddon's glance Phil shrugs "Slipped my mind... can't see why the quarters wouldn't suit well enough though."


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2

Braddon nods, takes another bite and turns back to Tendal.


Hp :13/13; AC 11(15) / 11 tch / 10(14) ff; Wastrel 2

Tendal back and forth from Phillip to Braddon and back for a few moments, wondering at the unhurried and unharried response.

"I suppose that I was assuming there might be a bit more...excitement? I will endeavor to match, but I do not believe that I can quite achieve, your level of languid repose gentlemen." responds Tendal, stretching his legs out underneath the table as a moue of studied indifference slides, mask-like over his visage.


M 1/2E Magus 2 :2223a1: BAB1 CMB/D:3/15 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1 HP15/19 FRW522 Appraise7 K:Arc7 K:Lcl7 Ride6 Scft7 UMD8 Diplomacy 5 Intim 5 Sense Motive 3 Perf:Dance 3

"Well enough. But the lady is known to the house, and will draw eye and interest. More of the wagging tongues if she comes to the room - though it shouldn't be obvious which room she came to - than if a more common room were used. And a lady might refuse to climb those stairs."

"If a need arise to deny our reason for meeting, another might be provided. I believe this woman may have been the magical part of a failed attempt to board and inspect the Flying Cloud. It's perhaps arguable our conversation was about that attempt. Particularly so, if part of it, is. And more believably so, given I was part of the defense of that ship - in fact, the nail that cost them the horse."

"So, when she arrives, whatever room she's to go to, I might be best, already there. Perhaps, most of us? Surely a tale to tell, if five men, take her upstairs?"

"Tendal, you, too, ought not be publically associated."


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2

Braddon continues to watch the talking heads while contributing nothing.


Hp :13/13; AC 11(15) / 11 tch / 10(14) ff; Wastrel 2

Tendal nods to Gristav's suggestion.

"Upstairs then?", he asks, starting to get to his feet.

"I will procure some wine to take upstairs. It might be good to be welcoming. Set the stage for the performance."

Tendal walks over to the barkeep and after a few comments about day drinking and hair of the dog, procures two bottles of passable wine, a few goblets and carries the whole lot up to the room.


M 1/2E Magus 2 :2223a1: BAB1 CMB/D:3/15 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1 HP15/19 FRW522 Appraise7 K:Arc7 K:Lcl7 Ride6 Scft7 UMD8 Diplomacy 5 Intim 5 Sense Motive 3 Perf:Dance 3
Tendal Deverin wrote:

Tendal nods to Gristav's suggestion.

"Upstairs then?", he asks, starting to get to his feet.

"I will procure some wine to take upstairs. It might be good to be welcoming. Set the stage for the performance."

Tendal walks over to the barkeep and after a few comments about day drinking and hair of the dog, procures two bottles of passable wine, a few goblets and carries the whole lot up to the room.

Gristav raises a hand, mathing aloud. Well, loud enough for Tendal, and any other fellow who'd followed, but hopefully not any stranger. "We'll all want to be there, in rooms for two, or three? And whatever third-or-more she brings, beyond the man who will bring her? There won't be room to lift a bottle. So, we'll need a larger room, and a group held in reserve, against whatever mind-commanding magics she might mount. I've witnessed such, from her. And we'd want eyes looking outward, in any case."

"There'll be a storeroom, a kitchen, a common room empty at this hour, something. Not a room to receive a lady, but maybe a table across which business be spoke."

"Barkeep. When you've a moment, please?"


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2

"I could smash down the wall between the rooms and throw the beds out the window," Braddon suggests helpfully.


With some persuasion, and for an additional fee, the proprietor of the Fish and Fortune makes available a separate room, bare of furnishings and clearly rarely cleaned, but larger than the bedrooms and, perhaps most importantly, private. After some additional negotiations, the group secures permission to move in from the common room a table and enough chairs for the expected company, to which task Braddon applies a little elbow grease while Tendal provides the wine and goblets.

Is someone going to meet her in the common room, or will you leave it to the barkeep to direct her to you?


Male Halfling Inquisitor of Calistria (Heretic archetype)

Sniping in for a moment - though I won't be able to stay long

Phillip suggests that Braddon be put to greeting the lady, with Phillip secreted in the corner of the common to watch and ensure that no unwanteds follow before joining the group. The others to wait within the secured room.

The halfling considers but doesn't bring his crossbow out, instead relying on daggers secreted among his person... and uses his sleeves to adopt a slightly more ragged and trailworn appearance to blend further into the tavern wall.


Hp :13/13; AC 11(15) / 11 tch / 10(14) ff; Wastrel 2

Tendal lounged, chair tipped back and boots up on another chair, wine goblet in his hand.

"A thought. I do not believe that friend Gristav is known to be an associate of ours by the group on the ship. Contrarily, if I were to go to a meeting with an unknown threatening group on supposedly neutral ground, I would do my utmost to ensure that I had someone to scout the lay of the land first, and suss out who and what were arrayed against me. Gristav's allegiance could have already been discerned," Tendal muses aloud.


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2

Braddon seats himself conspicuously in the middle of the common room, watching the door and slowly sipping a drink. Given the taste of the stuff, he doubts he could drink it quickly even if he wanted to.
He is comfortably armed and armoured, swords visible but not on display.
He radiates an air of undeserved importance.


Braddon waits, wondering if he'll recognize Ishana when she comes in. A woman and a Garundi: there don't seem to be an abundance of women in Roderic's Cove. Not like in Riddleport. He redirects his thoughts away from the Riddleport women he knows with an effort, determined to keep his eye on the door.

There is only sparse traffic through the Fish and Fortune in the morning hours, though the clientele does pick up as lunchtime approaches, mostly dock workers looking for a mug of ale and a place to sit out of the sun over their noon break. The potables are certainly a bigger draw than the greasy and unappetizing slabs of fried fish that are offered as the lunch special.

It is with some of these that Brett Scabb enters the establishment. He glances around the room easily, offering a nod to apparent acquaintances and one just like it to Braddon, just as friendly and casual. Without approaching the table, he strides up to the bar and orders an ale, nodding the companion who follows him into the common room in Braddon's direction.


Female Human (Garundi)

The Garundi woman is no great beauty, but she carries herself with a self-confident and dangerous swagger. Every eye on the place is on her as she enters, with lust, fear, or a mixture thereof, but she pays not the slightest attention to anyone else in the room, including Brett Scabb once he has directed her. She walks immediately to Braddon's table and stands with one hip swayed out, looking down at him appraisingly. "I hear you have a proposition for me?" she asks, the lilt of an accent giving otherwise blunt words an intriguing melody.


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In the long wait through lunch, Gristav busies himself checkboarding dust from the tabletop, striping stains of spilled ales stripewise from the seats, losing lozengy layers of limitless lunches' leavings off the legs, vying in vain for vairy at a wave, electing to evade ermine... Sighing, he smiles, and revisits his canvases, leaving each cleaned clear.

It was not a vaunted venue, but by the time Ishana evidenced, it was worked toward worthiness, as much as empty hours of elective effort might effect.

(and if I might ask retroactively...):

"Tendal, would you mind? I trust your particular perception as sharper than mine, way-worn and sand-seasoned. Of whatever your wit's aware, re-weave or -weft, un-wear or -worry, as you would. You've my license and my thanks."


Hp :13/13; AC 11(15) / 11 tch / 10(14) ff; Wastrel 2

"Cantrip practice then? Not my usual way to pass the time, but I can see how keeping my fingers limbered might not be a bad idea."

Cup grasped loosely in his left hand, Tendal spins small spells out across the room with his right, as his eye alights upon inconsistencies. A plank here, a knob there, the edge of a table, Gristav's tunic when his back is turned, all catch small splashes of magic. Corners become sharper, knife marks disappear, cracked boards anneal, threads reweave across the room.

Its not long before the worn furniture, scuffed floor and faded wallboards all seem, if not as new, somehow brighter and fresher as years of hard use are erased.

lots of Mending


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2
Ishana wrote:
"I hear you have a proposition for me?" she asks, the lilt of an accent giving otherwise blunt words an intriguing melody.

Braddon looks up from Ishana's hip to her eyes and smiles.

"We do," he says rising to his feet.
"There's a room out back where we can proposition some more."
Braddon heads out back assuming she'll follow.


Snake simply shakes his head at the Ranger as he walks away. Rising, he looks over at Ishana, "He actually does mean to talk business," he tells her. He then looks back toward Braddon's direction a moment before looking back to her, "I hope."


Female Human (Garundi)

Ishana leisurely follows Braddon and Snake, appearing not to notice the undercurrent of leering murmur that floods the room behind her. Just as she reaches the door, however, her hand twitches the whip coiled at her belt, and the lunchers immediately fall silent.

Just past the threshold she pauses, and her eyes flicker quickly around, taking the measure, it seems, both of the room and of its inhabitants.

Phillip:
Aside from Brett Scabb, who appears comfortably ensconced at the bar for the immediate future, you see no one else entering with or after Ishana. If there were already agents of the Teeth in the Fish and Fortune before her entry, they aren't giving themselves away. After the woman passes through the common room, the only movement is a quiet outburst of lascivious chuckles and comments, pitched quietly enough not to reach her ear in the other room.


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2

"Hi, I'm Braddon. We're after Lil Scarlet. Word is, we'd be doing you a favour."
He grins then looks at the other faces around him.
"What? Too much, too fast?"


M 1/2E Magus 2 :2223a1: BAB1 CMB/D:3/15 AC/T/Ff:16/12/14 Init2 Perc1 HP15/19 FRW522 Appraise7 K:Arc7 K:Lcl7 Ride6 Scft7 UMD8 Diplomacy 5 Intim 5 Sense Motive 3 Perf:Dance 3

"Braddon..." Gristav sighs, any disdain in his tone belied by his smile. "Typically, with a lady, wherever you might go with her, you allow her to set the pace."

Holding a chair away from the table, Gristav requests, "Madam? Let us at least, move, further from the door - enough to close it?"


Hp :13/13; AC 11(15) / 11 tch / 10(14) ff; Wastrel 2

Tendal rises to his feet as Ishana enters the room, and sketches a quick bow, hand lightly grasping his cane, as he takes in the woman's commanding presence and wicked coiled whip hanging smartly from her belt.

It appears that Gristav and Braddon have taken the lead. I think I shall remain silent and mysterious for the moment, Tendal quickly muses.

Remaining still and quiet, and Tendal waits for the lady to make the next move.


Female Human (Garundi)

Ishana accepts the chair proffered by Gristav, spins it around, and straddles the back as she sits at the table. "So you are looking for this Lil -- who I am not saying I know," she qualifies as an aside. "What has it to do with me?"


hp 20 / 22; AC 16; Init +2 Male Half-elf Ranger 2

Braddon looks confused.
"She's on your ship."
He turns to the others.
"Isn't she?"

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