Congruence |
Sara guides Congruence to Papyrus Row. Its closest, so they dont loose a lot of time.
"What are you looking for exactly? They have a lot here, but depending what it is, we might have to make a trip to Ragpickers square later today."
"Thank you, chore friend Sara, for you continued assistance.
We are not looking for a book to purchase.We are seeking someone named Jorin who sells books."
Congruence walks deliberately about a third of the way down Papyrus Row and then stops within sight of Cage's Pages which sells a very eclectic collection of random books - or at least attempts to. The modron stands back, not approaching the shop, and waits to catch a sight of Jorin, the proprietor.
I hope it's ok I invented the shop. It's from my background, but I'm entirely flexible on any details.
Congruence |
Curious, Sara follows Congruence, a bit puzzeled why the modron just stops in the street.
"Are you all right Congruence?"
"We appear to be functioning properly. Are you alright?"
Congruence suddenly realizes that Sara no longer functioning properly is a future possibility - as if it never even occurred to the modron before. This bothers Congruence greatly, but they refocus their thoughts back on the present task, unwilling to ponder those potential scenarios.
Congruence gestures towards one of the stalls, "We have not seen Jorin yet for this day. He was the first sight that we remember seeing. We are unaware of reason this day should vary. Therefore, we are waiting until we see Jorin again."
The modron smiles, actually pleased with the clarity of that logic and goes back to watching for the merchant.
Sara Moyna |
Sara is not convinced Congruence is OK. He says he is, but then he looks all kinds of concerned. But, she figures, it must be hard, adjusting to something so against your nature. She wont push. Congruence has more then enough on his plate already.
"That sounds logical, if he is here every day, then he should be here today too."
Myriana |
Mysirana curtsied in reply to Lorne's bow and said, "Thanks meow. I'll make sure to come back, this was fun." She seemed to realize that she needed to get going, she'd forgotten about the job she came to do. With a sad smile she said, "Gotta go, but I will be back. Bye!" With that she scampered to the door.
Dungeon Monkey |
Sara Moyna wrote:Sara guides Congruence to Papyrus Row. Its closest, so they dont loose a lot of time.
"What are you looking for exactly? They have a lot here, but depending what it is, we might have to make a trip to Ragpickers square later today.""Thank you, chore friend Sara, for you continued assistance.
We are not looking for a book to purchase.
We are seeking someone named Jorin who sells books."Congruence walks deliberately about a third of the way down Papyrus Row and then stops within sight of Cage's Pages which sells a very eclectic collection of random books - or at least attempts to. The modron stands back, not approaching the shop, and waits to catch a sight of Jorin, the proprietor.
I hope it's ok I invented the shop. It's from my background, but I'm entirely flexible on any details.
I can work with that.
Jorin can be seen in his stall, straightening up his stock of books, dusting them with an ornate feather duster
Dungeon Monkey |
Calita scowls at the man, recognising the tones of a bully when she hears them.
"Not as Clueless as you must be to be picking on Alyse," she stresses pronouncing her new friend's name correctly. "She has some powerful friends now, so you'd best be off before I tell them about your oafish behaviour" She gives the man an evil grin.[dice=Intimidate Check]1d20 + 1
*sigh* I knew as soon as I decided on this course of action that I was going to regret it. Not quite this spectacularly though...
The beefy, piggish-faced man guffaws
"And I suppose you're the trig cutter wots going to make me be off? Eh, Dirt elf?"
Cant :
Dungeon Monkey |
Alyse groans inwardly. Of all the people to recognise her in the Bazaar, why did it have to be Pate the Pig? She didn't want to drag her new friend into this sort of confrontation ... still, having Calita by her side made her feel braver - and surely even Pate wouldn't dare do anything really bad with so many witnesses.
She is about to speak when Calita pipes up - obviously trying to sound tough, but her accent still marks her as a Clueless Prime, and the effect she was going for is rather lost.
"Pike it Pate," Alyse growls angrily. "Stop rattling your bone-box about things you're Clueless about. You're just pissed I'm not alone, two to three odds are hardly your style - that'd be almost fair." She drums her fingers against the pommel of her sheathed sword.
Alright, let's see how I go ... [dice=Intimidate]1d20 + 5
Pate stops guffawing when Alyse speaks. His beady eyes are drawn to her blade, and the hand resting on it
"No need to bare steel, little Licey. We're all droogs here. "
Pate's two minions look ill at ease, clearly not expecting a weapons-bared brawl. Pate licks his fleshy lips with a spotted tongue and goes on
"Sides you jerk that rat-sticker out and the Hardheads will be on yeh like crows on a leafless tree"
Cant
Alyse Shade |
“You’re seeing things Pate, I’m not baring steel,” replies Alyse, still drumming her fingers against the pommel of her sword. “I’m just waiting for you to come to the point.” She feels suddenly angry at the way Pate spoke to Calita, as well as emboldened by the other girl’s presence. “But as usual there is no point to you, is there berk? Why don’t you take a short stick and pike it?”
Intimidate to demoralise: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25
Dungeon Monkey |
Nice roll!
Pate looks a lot less sure of things now. His eyes shift left and right, as if looking for a good way to exit gracefully. His comrades look discomfited by this new assertive and well-armed Alyse. The two suddenly get interested in the merchandise in the nearby stalls. Pate senses their abandonment and flushes a blotchy red-green color
"You'd better watch yer step, berk. No one makes mock of Pate and gets away with it"
Despite his bravado and hostile tone, Pate whirls and stomps off into the Bazaar crowd, elbowing one of his friends in the gut as he passes
Dungeon Monkey |
Dungeon Monkey wrote:[dice=Diplomacy]1d20+8Tollard Grimm wrote:Any diplomacy rolls possible?"No papers on a keg of beer, good sir. I've never asked for a receipt on a beverage purchase." He tries to be matter-of-fact and cordial rather than defensive and confrontational.
"Saint Cuthbert's Lodging for the Lost, sir. It's just off the Great Bazaar. That's where this is being delivered. I'm sure they can sort out any proof of purchase you might need."
The diminutive halfling sighs
"I've gots much more to do this Peak than run down the facts. Sigilian Code 236-45F paragraph 4b says you need a receipt for any potables transported past 1,000 steps from its origination portal or point of manufacturing , and that is that. Ignorance of the law is no excuse. "
He sighs harder
"But as you are wards of an orphanage, and youthful polite cutters, I will let you go with a warning and waive the five Stinger ticket. Next time get a receipt."
With that, the diminutive Harmonium Mover clanks off. Although due to his size the armor clanking sounds more like wind chimes
Alyse Shade |
Nice roll!
Pate looks a lot less sure of things now. His eyes shift left and right, as if looking for a good way to exit gracefully. His comrades look discomfited by this new assertive and well-armed Alyse. The two suddenly get interested in the merchandise in the nearby stalls. Pate senses their abandonment and flushes a blotchy red-green color
"You'd better watch yer step, berk. No one makes mock of Pate and gets away with it"
Despite his bravado and hostile tone, Pate whirls and stomps off into the Bazaar crowd, elbowing one of his friends in the gut as he passes
An unexpectedly nice roll, I felt sure I was going to roll low and have the tables turn.
Alyse had almost seemed to grow in stature as she confronted Pate, stepping forward and somehow seeming to loom over the taller boy.
Now, as Pate and his cronies storm off and are lost in the crowd, she almost physically collapses, shaking with adrenaline and a mixture of excitement and fear.
“I’ve never had the nerve to stand up to Pate like that before,” she says to Calita, her voice quavering. “Did you hear me? I think he was actually frightened … But, oh, I think I really do need to watch my back now, he’s sure to come and try to get me when I’m on my own.” Alyse stops prattling, takes a deep breath and looks at Calita. “Thankyou,” she says quietly, clearly unused to offering such words sincerely. “I couldn’t have been brave like that if I was by myself. Thanks for sticking up for me. I … I’m sorry he said those things about you. Hmmm, knowing Pate the Pig, he’s as like to try to shank you as he is me. We should probably stick together for a while … if you want.”
Calita Survension |
Calita's cheeks redden at the way the bully talks to her, but when Alyse's back straightens and she stands up to him, a smile comes to her face. Half expecting a fight, she is ready to summon a weapon to hand when things take a different turn.
Watching them slink away into the crowd, she turns to Alyse and congratulates her on their victory. "That was amazing," she says wide eyed. "The look on his face when you stood up to him was worth all the gold in the Hierarch's Treasure Vault. I learnt the hard way that the best way to deal with a bully is to stand up to them. Among my people, I'm not what you would call a model citizen. Where I come from, it's all about not showing your emotions, and living to a code. In case you haven't guessed, I'm more of a free spirit and so didn't fit well into their nicely regimented ideas of society, and as a result, I was bullied relentlessly when I was younger, until finally I couldn't take it anymore and stood up to my tormentors. That's when I first learned I could do this," suddenly, the short curved vermillion blade appears in her hand once more, before disappearing as she lets it slip from her grasp. "So after my Clan quietly had any repercussions from the incident go away, I was shipped off to train as a diplomat to the Gnomes and Gargoyles of Gyr, whose temperament more closely resembled my own." She sighs. "Unfortunately, I also learned that intimidation is not one of my strong suits, although I won't back down from trying. It always seems to come down to violence with me."
She frowns, but then it turns into a smile as she reaches out to grasp Alyse's wrist in a friendly gesture. "I'd be happy to stick together, since you're pretty much the only friend?" there is a hint of a question in this last word, "I have in this crazy city."
Congruence |
Sara points at the stall. "Look, your friend is over there. You want to go speak to him congruence?"
Congruence noticeably calms after seeing Jorin. The modron looks over at Sara and smiles, "Due to chores there is insufficient time for conversation. We have seen Jorin this day and may proceed. Thank you for your patience with this additional obligation."
Congruence then begins to walk away, eager to complete their next task. However, in reviewing the accomplishments of the day, Congruence realizes they have not completed any tasks for Sara. The modron stops and turns to Sara, "Are there any additional tasks you need to complete?"
Sara Moyna |
Sara walks alongside Congruence and shrugs. "Nah. Not really. I had a great meal so that was good. And I dont have any jink. Even if I did I would not know what to get with it. Besides, doing your tasks is fun. Getting gloves. Checking out Jorin. I am learning a lot about you Congruence."
Alyse Shade |
“That’s pretty trig, how you can make those blades appear,” says Alyse to Calita. “Yes, I’ve learnt the hard way that violence is often the solution – that’s why I started learning swordplay and magic myself. Anyway, I’m glad it didn’t come to that with Pate; much as I hate to admit it, he was probably right about the Hardheads – you want to steer clear of them, ‘less you want to get scragged. And I don’t really know what Pate is capable of …” She glances back in the direction the bully left it, but he’s lost to the crowd now.
“Well … let’s get that brew shall we?”
Dungeon Monkey |
Tollard watches the tiny harmonium depart and gives Orla a look of relief. He begins wheeling the ale back to the lodge.
The rest of the journey goes smoother. The two manage to wheel the barrel onto Copperman's Way and they make it back to the Great Bazaar just after Peak. They arrive at St. Cuthbert's and wheel the barrel down to the main cellar. Brother Fostaff sees them and ambles over
"Excellent job my children! Excellent! Why don't you get some food? There's a very nice lunch being put on, someone donated seafood!"
Dungeon Monkey |
Sara walks alongside Congruence and shrugs. "Nah. Not really. I had a great meal so that was good. And I dont have any jink. Even if I did I would not know what to get with it. Besides, doing your tasks is fun. Getting gloves. Checking out Jorin. I am learning a lot about you Congruence."
The two amble along the stalls, taking their time until they reach the Planar Trading Consortium.
A large building, fully 50 meters tall, it hums with activity. The main floor has a large reception desk with a female dressed in stylish clothes that most Cagers call 'Adventurer chic'. Leather and silk imitate the lines of durable armor and outdoorsman wear. A fine Cager Cloak is draped nearby.
The woman looks up as the two approach, a patterned red-and-purple hairdo scalloping over her head
"Can I help you two?"
Dungeon Monkey |
Zadkiel looked at Tsun, "Pretty sure I know where Myri went if you want me to drag her back, no idea on Anna. Up to you, want me to catch them now or when we're headed back?"
Just to keep up..
Tsun walks on, Zadkiel hurrying to match his long strides. Zadkiel hears the singing still
Dungeon Monkey |
“That’s pretty trig, how you can make those blades appear,” says Alyse to Calita. “Yes, I’ve learnt the hard way that violence is often the solution – that’s why I started learning swordplay and magic myself. Anyway, I’m glad it didn’t come to that with Pate; much as I hate to admit it, he was probably right about the Hardheads – you want to steer clear of them, ‘less you want to get scragged. And I don’t really know what Pate is capable of …” She glances back in the direction the bully left it, but he’s lost to the crowd now.
“Well … let’s get that brew shall we?”
Right by the Janus Fountain the little Kaveh stand sits, brewing its fragrant drink. A smiling tiny humanoid with nut-brown wrinkled skin and a shock of wild electric-blue hair fidgets with the grinder. He smiles as the two approach
"Wot's yer pleasure , cutters?"
Sara Moyna |
Sara makes a respectfull little bow. "Lady's Grace to you cutter. We have come from St. Cuthberts home for the lost. There was a most generous donation made to us today and we are here to deliver a thank you to Estevan."
Alyse Shade |
Right by the Janus Fountain the little Kaveh stand sits, brewing its fragrant drink. A smiling tiny humanoid with nut-brown wrinkled skin and a shock of wild electric-blue hair fidgets with the grinder. He smiles as the two approach"Wot's yer pleasure , cutters?"
“Two cups of Bytopian Kaveh please – no milk,” replies Alyse. Some folk – notably Primes – enjoy milk with their kaveh, but Alyse thinks it rather spoils the taste, and this being Sigil, domesticated animals are in short supply – you never quite know from what (or whom) the milk is from.
Calita Survension |
Calita accepts the hot beverage from the tiny man and takes a tentative sniff. An interested look comes over her face and she takes a sip. "mmmm... That's quite tasty" she says, blowing the steam from the top of the liquid.
"So this St. Cuthbert's place... You live there? Is it a boarding house, church, monastery, hostel? You said they don't like it if you work, that's a bit strange. Do they charge you to stay there? Seems a bit weird to charge you and then not like you to work."
Myriana |
Let me know when I should slip back into play. Not sure on the timing of me finishing and Zad/Tsun moving on.
Alyse Shade |
Calita accepts the hot beverage from the tiny man and takes a tentative sniff. An interested look comes over her face and she takes a sip. "mmmm... That's quite tasty" she says, blowing the steam from the top of the liquid.
"So this St. Cuthbert's place... You live there? Is it a boarding house, church, monastery, hostel? You said they don't like it if you work, that's a bit strange. Do they charge you to stay there? Seems a bit weird to charge you and then not like you to work."
Alyse laughs. "Oh, they like you to work ... if you stay there, they'll have you working, don't worry - running errands, cleaning up, washing dishes. They're just not a fan of you staying there once you have any sort of regular paid work. It's like a hostel I suppose, or a half-way house; they don't charge you as such, you stay rent free, meals included, but in exchange you do all the jobs the brothers can't or don't want to do."
The girl pauses to hand over some coins to the kaveh vendor and takes her drink. "It's not so bad I suppose. I stayed there for a while, but I'm not sure if I'd really be welcome back now that I'm a regular at the Lightning Guild. The monks at St Cuthbert's come in two varieties - there's the ones that seem to genuinely want to help a cutter find her feet, or allow Clueless to adjust to the Cage. They won't exactly bend the rules to help you, but they'll take a generous interpretation of them. Then there's the ones that take such a strict view of the rules they might as well put on red armour and patrol the streets you know?"
She take a sip of kaveh and looks up at the grey sky. "It looks about Peak now; they're probably having a meal right about now if you want to go and try to peel something out of them?"
How much does a hot beverage cost here?
Tsun |
Tsun keeps walking. "Come on, Zadkiel. They can catch up later. They can also get a lecture on the virtue of duty when we return."
Dungeon Monkey |
Sara makes a respectfull little bow. "Lady's Grace to you cutter. We have come from St. Cuthberts home for the lost. There was a most generous donation made to us today and we are here to deliver a thank you to Estevan."
The woman smiles
"Oh how nice! Ser Estevan always likes things like that. One moment"
She rings a bell and a thin man in a fancy livery appears
"Can you please inform Ser Estevan that these two have come with a letter of appreciation for him?"
The man nods, and disappears into the back of the building. He returns shortly and gestures at the two
"Ser Estevan will see you."
He guides them back through several halls to a wide room. Men with chain and boiled leather sit at each corner of the room. At the center of the room is a long table with chairs. At the head of it stands an impressive figure.
Estevan stands seven feet tall. His skin is an electric shade of blue, almost glowing. He sports two lower tusks in his face, both inlaid with gold and gems. His straight black hair is styled in a perfect coiffure. He is dressed in silk and cloth of gold, with myriad rings upon his broad hands. Said hands' fingers are tipped with perfectly manicured 3-inch claws, painted a glossy black
"Greetings!" He booms in a cheerful tone "I am Estevan. From whence have you come, my friends?"
He speaks perfect Common with a subtle soft accent that adds a bit of a guttural undertone to his words
Sara Moyna |
Sara does her best not to stare. Not only is ser Estevan the best dressed and coifed person she has ever met, he is also the richest. His pants alone could probably keep her fed for years...
Shaking it off, she makes a low bow and presents the letter. "Lady's grace to you ser Estevan. Me and my companion have come from St. Cuthberts home for the lost to thank you most kindly for your generous donation. Our abt has written a personal thank you note and we both like to extend our personal thanks as well."
Mentally Sara crosses her fingers. That was the fanciest she had ever spoken. Shelyn help her.
She is also keenly aware how mundane and filthy she is compared to this man.
Congruence |
Congruence looks back and forth at Meal-Donor Estevan and Chore-Friend Sara. Chore-Friend Sara's speech has taken on a different pattern than previous interactions. The modron tries to analyze the social dynamics of the situation in order to determine the proper response to offer. Unfortunately, Conruence lacks significant data points with only Meal-Donor Estevan and Chore-Friend Sara initially greeting each other.
Congruence studies their posture... their facial expressions... blink rates, room temperature, foot position number of colors worn elbow angles--- then the modron pulls himself out of the data overload.
Failing to determine a proper response, Congruence decides to repurpose a previous response used on Brother Tilner.
"This is first delicious food we have ever eaten."
Still disatisfied with the awkwardness of that response, Congruence studies Meal-Donor Estevan in order to determine the first cause of this chain of events. Why is he being charitable in donating to St. Cuthbert's and being kind to us now?
Sense Motive: 1d20 - 5 ⇒ (17) - 5 = 12
Dungeon Monkey |
"Right, don't mind if I do!" Tollard says, cutting off a hunk of hard cheese.
I haven't seen Orla check in in a while.
Yes. There's a few folks that haven't posted. I'll have to see what the status is
A delicious spread of seafood is set out for lunch. Crabs, shellfish, and clam chowder are all ranged along the table
Dungeon Monkey |
Let me know when I should slip back into play. Not sure on the timing of me finishing and Zad/Tsun moving on.
Lets move you forward anyhow
Myriana emerges outside and finds that her companions have seemed to move on. She isn't sure where the lumberyard was that Tsun was taking them to was. She peers around the foggy street, unsure.
event: 1d1000 ⇒ 325
A small troupe of tiny contracts strut by, all armed with musical instruments. They put on a lively marching tune. One holds up a banner :
Gnorolio's Custom Constructs~15 Lower Jewel Street
The diminutive parade moves on into the fog
Dungeon Monkey |
Tsun keeps walking. "Come on, Zadkiel. They can catch up later. They can also get a lecture on the virtue of duty when we return."
The two troop on into the fog. Hellgate looms about them as they leave the Gear Run District. A neighborhood of fiends of all descriptions, the area boasts many dark and brooding establishments. During Peaktime, few of the residents are abroad, most preferring to rest during the period of brightest light. The streets are still thronged with tiefling a and minor fiends, all intent on their own business.
Just past the dark forbidding facades of Hellgate is an area of industrial warehouses and factories. Known loosely as the Ditch Docks, the area serves the large fetid stretch of water that serves as the Lower Ward's border with the Hive. Mills, boatbuilders, and import houses line the crooked streets. The distinct smell of sea and garbage fill the air.
Tsun sees the lumberyard ahead.
Blue Wave Lumberyard
Myriana |
Myriana was disappointed, but not surprised, that Tsun, Annabelle, and Zad had moved on without her. She felt kind of bad about that, she didn't mean to ge...."What's that meow?" A marching band of tiny constructs caught her attention as it went strutting by, the banner proclaiming a shop Annabelle would like to see. Her mind suddenly made up, and distracted again from her boring and strenuous task of going to the lumber yard, Myriana began to follow the band, hoping they would lead her to the store so she could tell Anna about it later.
Dungeon Monkey |
Sara does her best not to stare. Not only is ser Estevan the best dressed and coifed person she has ever met, he is also the richest. His pants alone could probably keep her fed for years...
Shaking it off, she makes a low bow and presents the letter. "Lady's grace to you ser Estevan. Me and my companion have come from St. Cuthberts home for the lost to thank you most kindly for your generous donation. Our abt has written a personal thank you note and we both like to extend our personal thanks as well."
Mentally Sara crosses her fingers. That was the fanciest she had ever spoken. Shelyn help her.
She is also keenly aware how mundane and filthy she is compared to this man.
Estevan smiles broadly, revealing a mouth full of sharp teeth
"Ah yes! St. Cuthbert! A fine institution. I admire the work they do with the disadvantaged young"
He leans forward towards the two
"Do you know I once sent a group of adventurers to find St. Cuthbert's mace?"
Dungeon Monkey |
Failing to determine a proper response, Congruence decides to repurpose a previous response used on Brother Tilner.
"This is first delicious food we have ever eaten."Still disatisfied with the awkwardness of that response, Congruence studies Meal-Donor Estevan in order to determine the first cause of this chain of events. Why is he being charitable in donating to St. Cuthbert's and being kind to us now?
[dice=Sense Motive]1d20 - 5
Estevan quirks a smile at the Modron
"A Modron! We don't see many of you, even in this great city. I know one works in the Lady's Library, and there is a corrupted Modron that works in Hellgate. Tell me, have you completely left the Modron All?"
Estevan seems honest in his manner
Tsun |
"Finally!" Tsun stood akimbo and regarded the sign. The smell of cut wood and oiled blades was a welcome scent after the sulphurous stink of Hellgate. "Let's go find the foreman. He should have the shipment ready for loading."
Sara Moyna |
Sara shakes her head. "No Ser, I did not know. I had heard some stories about the mace, but all I know is that it was lost long ago."
She quickly glances at Congruence. She doesnt know a lot about Modrons, but it feels like this is the kind of question that will upset him.
Congruence |
Congruence looks down at the ground. Meal Donor Estevan must be wise in addition to honest for finding this hole so easily. "We... do not remember the All, Meal Donor Estevan. Our memories begin..." Congruence hesitates, wondering how much they should state, but the thought has already begun and must be finished, "...with the Equation, then Jorin's bookshop."
The modron reasons that Meal Donor Estevan does seem kind and generous, so perhaps talking of the past would be beneficial and informative. However, Congruence worries what Chore Friend Sara will think since they may no longer be part of the Modron collective due to a flaw. Perhaps Chore Friend Sara would forgive the flaw. More information on the potential flaw is required first.
Looking over at Chore Friend Sara quickly and back to Meal Donor Estevan, the modron tries to change the subject, "You stated another modron works within the Lady's Library. Do you possess additional information regarding Library Worker modron?"
Calita Survension |
Alyse Shade wrote:How much does a hot beverage cost here?A green per
I'm going to guess that's a Copper? That's what I took off for mine.
"Sure," she says to Alyse as the two set off through the crowd in the direction of St. Cuthbert's, sipping their Kaveh.
Dungeon Monkey |
"Finally!" Tsun stood akimbo and regarded the sign. The smell of cut wood and oiled blades was a welcome scent after the sulphurous stink of Hellgate. "Let's go find the foreman. He should have the shipment ready for loading."
The yard sits on the crumbling edge of the Ditch, with a trio of huge winches set up to carry goods from the water 50 meters down. Several rickety-looking stairways wend their way to water level as well. Below are several stone quays, with sturdy-looking flat-hulled boats tied to them. An occasional pipe sticks out from the cliff face, spewing nasty-smelling liquid sludge in a greasy waterfall to the waters below. The cliff face isn't rock, but rather what looks to be compressed buildings of immense age pancaked together. Entrances are visible in the cliff face as well, leading back into the ancient building faces.
Tsun looks about, noting the stack of trimmed tree trunks near the mill. They look very fresh, and the smell of treesap is a welcome odor after so much of Sigil's stench
Dungeon Monkey |
Zadkiel nodded, the sooner the work was done the sooner he could find Myri and Anna. "I'll look for him"
[dice=Perception]1d20+5
[dice=Diplomancy to Gather Information]1d20+9
Zadkiel notes a large man surrounded by a knot of other men talking by the sawing shed
Dungeon Monkey |
Sara shakes her head. "No Ser, I did not know. I had heard some stories about the mace, but all I know is that it was lost long ago."
She quickly glances at Congruence. She doesnt know a lot about Modrons, but it feels like this is the kind of question that will upset him.
Estevan sighs
"Sadly they were unsuccessful in obtaining it for me. Alas, but nothing ever goes completely to plan, does it?"
Dungeon Monkey |
Congruence looks down at the ground. Meal Donor Estevan must be wise in addition to honest for finding this hole so easily. "We... do not remember the All, Meal Donor Estevan. Our memories begin..." Congruence hesitates, wondering how much they should state, but the thought has already begun and must be finished, "...with the Equation, then Jorin's bookshop."
The modron reasons that Meal Donor Estevan does seem kind and generous, so perhaps talking of the past would be beneficial and informative. However, Congruence worries what Chore Friend Sara will think since they may no longer be part of the Modron collective due to a flaw. Perhaps Chore Friend Sara would forgive the flaw. More information on the potential flaw is required first.
Looking over at Chore Friend Sara quickly and back to Meal Donor Estevan, the modron tries to change the subject, "You stated another modron works within the Lady's Library. Do you possess additional information regarding Library Worker modron?"
Estevan looks concerned for a moment
"I'm sorry, Ser Modron. I didn't mean to upset you. I know that separation from your kind is stressful. My apologies "
He taps a clawed finger to his lapis lips
"I do not know too much about this Modron, save that my organization has employed him to research information in the library several times. He is quite a diligent investigator , and he requires no sleep, so he can usually get the job done in a very quick manner. His name is Olli I believe, and he works out of the Lady's Library near the Court District. "
Alyse Shade |
Dungeon Monkey wrote:Alyse Shade wrote:How much does a hot beverage cost here?A green perI'm going to guess that's a Copper? That's what I took off for mine.
"Sure," she says to Alyse as the two set off through the crowd in the direction of St. Cuthbert's, sipping their Kaveh.
“It’s not far,” comments Alyse. “Hopefully we get there without running into anything that might make us spill our Kaveh.”
Not sure what we should expect at St Cuthberts, so I guess we’ll wait for Patrick’s input.