The aged priest gazes long at Keliwyn before replying softly in a raspy voice.

Since the above is true, I don't think I need a bluff check, but in case I do, here it is.

bluff (1d20=4+6=10)

The aged priest gazes long at Keliwyn before replying softly in a raspy voice. DC 13 listen check for Darvyl to open spoiler. DC 20 for Inigo

** spoiler omitted **

Spot Check: (1d20=9)

Opening the door reveals a young man standing on the doorstep. He looks to have been traveling, his clothes are a little dusty and he hasn't shaved in two days. He is armed and armored, with leather, bow and sword.

Still his clothes are not exactly ragged. His bow, quiver and sword look well kept and there is a certain twinkle in his eyes suggestive of humor and intelligence. As he notices your scrutiny, he self consciously brushes his brown hair, which is in need of a trim, back away from his brow.

"Is Dorman Vandor here?" Jeorik asks though he is hoping that it is his uncle that has answered the door.

Arando can see a well laden mule tied to one of the hitching posts behind Jeorik.

There's The Mailed Fist-- a pub where you might find a few drunk, talkative Hellknights or a good beating. There's a couple of places that serve as hangouts for the city guard, The Mourning Star, and The Bells and Whistles. Any nuber of seedy dives and upscale establishments too.

Of course the city headquarters for both organizations, and the Hall of Records is located in the Midlands too. Maybe an official inquiry?

"The direct approach is as good as any right now. It's getting late I hope someone is still working."

He heads into the official building.

Darthen spots the clerk behind the counter and says with a smile, "Good day. I hope this steamy weather finds you in good health."

"I would like to inquire about a record search for a person. Would you be able to help me with that?"

TODAY, Arando is looking for Dorman Vandor. Is he around?

"I was hoping the Grandmaster could tell me, reverent father," Keliwyn replies. "You see, I received a mysterious communication that suggested I speak with him regarding a common interest. I'm as curious as anyone as to what that could be."

The old priest stares vacantly, "Is that so? -- Hhhumpf! I'm sorry I can't help you .... What was your name?"

The old priest stares vacantly, "Is that so? -- Hhhumpf! I'm sorry I can't help you .... What was your name?"

"Pardon my manners," Keliwyn replies to the old priest, "My name is Keliwyn T'Alios of the Mierani. And you would be . . .?"

Radavel, come save an old man from social niceties.

Darthen spots the clerk behind the counter and says with a smile, "Good day. I hope this steamy weather finds you in good health. I would like to inquire about a record search for a person. Would you be able to help me with that?"

Darthen wrote:

Darthen spots the clerk behind the counter and says with a smile, "Good day. I hope this steamy weather finds you in good health. I would like to inquire about a record search for a person. Would you be able to help me with that?"

The clerk looks at the door behind him. "Well, I was hoping to leave early. But I can't until the boss goes. " Heavy sigh. "What can I do for you?"

Listen check (1d20+10=15)

He turns back to the clerk, smiles and nods, "I understand I will not keep you long. I am looking for information on a criminal known as Gnarls. Would you happen to know about that case?"

My brain isn't functioning fully yet, but I could not find a post with his full name. I saw Goodman Gnarls but I assumed that was Thalus saying he worked for him. I couldn't even think of a good reason to ask for his records. So just in case I am throwing up a bluff check.

Bluff check (1d20+2=12)

I also did a search and gather info check just in case.

Gather Info (1d20+6=11)

Search check (1d20+4=24)

At this point, Darvyl is no longer attempting to conceal his curiosity about Keliwyn's conversation with the priest. It is, after all, the only interesting thing going on in the garden.

Keliwyn wrote:

"Pardon my manners," Keliwyn replies to the old priest, "My name is Keliwyn T'Alios of the Mierani. And you would be . . .?"

"Vertas.
...
What do you do Keliwyn? Are you a trader?"

Radavel, come save an old man from social niceties.

"Pardon the intrusion. Master Vertus, I presume... I am to be your liaison here in Korvosa. Please call me by my first name. I am Iñigo. I trust your journey from Cheliax did not tax you."

Iñigo then looks at the fellow with Vertus. "You are not of the faith, are you?" Iñigo then grips his heavy mace, implying that the wrong answer will merit a swift and merciless chastisement at the hand of one of the First Lord's temporal servants.

Iñigo is presently equipped for battle.

Iñigo then looks at the fellow with Vertus. "You are not of the faith, are you?" Iñigo then grips his heavy mace, implying that the wrong answer will merit a swift and merciless chastisement at the hand of one of the First Lord's temporal servants.

Then, returning his gaze to Inigo, the grin leaves his face and he answers, “I am a man of faith, priest. Although I would guess that we may differ as to exactly what that means.”

Turning again to the older priest, Vertas, Keliwyn adds, “With all due respect to you, sir, if I am in anyway not welcome as a guest here in this holy sanctuary, perhaps you could send your . . . assistant to check on what may be delaying Grandmaster Morten?”

Who says roleplaying isn't fun?

Who says roleplaying isn't fun?

[Turning again to the older priest, Vertas, Keliwyn adds, “With all due respect to you, sir, if I am in anyway not welcome as a guest here in this holy sanctuary, perhaps you could send your . . . assistant to check on what may be delaying Grandmaster Morten?”

Darthen looks at the closed door and tries to hear any conversation going on.Listen check (1d20+10=15)

He turns back to the clerk, smiles and nods, "I understand I will not keep you long. I am looking for information on a criminal known as Gnarls. Would you happen to know about that case?"

Bluff check (1d20+2=12)
Gather Info (1d20+6=11)
Search check (1d20+4=24)

As he works, the clerk gains enthusiasm, "Let me check a cross reference, ahhh. Arrested by Hellknights, Paralictor Graves supervising. Dumped on the City guard to take care of the paperwork. Guardsman Qevir filed the case." Qevir's name is vaguely familiar.

Vertas' expression sours during this exchange. "Keliwyn, if Morten invited you, I'm sure you're welcome. Inigo, I am Vertas. Is the Grand Master free now?"

Huh?

Arando wrote:

TODAY, Arando is looking for Dorman Vandor. Is he around?

Dorman is not in yet. Spot check 12 please

Huh?

As you greet him you must also make a spot check.

After elicting a few details from you , the clerk finds a file. "Goodman Gnarls, convicted seven months ago, possesion of pesh.... , released 3 weeks ago. No known address."

As he works, the clerk gains enthusiasm, "Let me check a cross reference, ahhh. Arrested by Hellknights, Paralictor Graves supervising. Dumped on the City guard to take care of the paperwork. Guardsman Qevir filed the case." Qevir's name is vaguely familiar.

With a sincere smile on his face Darthen says, "This Qevir, would you know if he is still employed by the guard, or maybe an address I can contact him at?" Once he gets an answer, "Thank you my good man." Nodding to his boss's door, "Don't let him keep you to long."

Know Local check to see if I can remember anything about Qevir.

Know: Local (1d20+5=16)

I honestly don't know what that means . . .

Arando wrote:

Huh?

Through the magic of cinema, you have been teleported to the front door of Dorman's place where there is a young man (with a mule) staring at you asking about the whereabouts of Dorman Vandor.

As you greet him you must also make a spot check.

Arando's Spot check 15+1 = 16.

Sorry, Dan. Should have told you more about checks. I will in the discussion thread sometime this weekend.

Hey, Arando/Dan - I wrote up an explanation of skills and skills checks for you in the discussion thread. Let me know if it helps.

Pardon me for doing so, Thom. I hope I'm not stepping on your toes.

"I believe he has no meeting at the moment. Allow me to cut through the bureaucratic red tape, this way please to his office, Master Vertas."

For Inigo:

Darvyl, you're not doing a lot, but you are being a very good hired guard.

"Qevir, the name sounds familiar. I wonder if Vlad has worked with him before? Maybe I will take him up on his offer of a drink tomorrow night."

With a sincere smile on his face Darthen says, "This Qevir, would you know if he is still employed by the guard, or maybe an address I can contact him at?" Once he gets an answer, "Thank you my good man."
Know Local check to see if I can remember anything about Qevir.Know: Local (1d20+5=16)

Vlad's a good idea. But Qevir is a friend of Darvyl.

"Of course, Master Vertas." Iñigo turns to the other people in the courtyard. "I am Iñigo." Recognizing Garven Fellstone, Iñigo continues, "And how may the temple be of assistance to you this day, Master Garven?" Leaning closer, he whispers to Garven, "Expecting trouble, are you?"

Turning to Keliwyn, "And you, Master Elf. What is your name that I may announce you to the Grandmaster?"

Turning to Keliwyn, "And you, Master Elf. What is your name that I may announce you to the Grandmaster?"

"Of course, Master Vertas." Iñigo turns to the other people in the courtyard. "I am Iñigo." Recognizing Garven Fellstone, Iñigo continues, "And how may the temple be of assistance to you this day, Master Garven?" Leaning closer, he whispers to Garven, "Expecting trouble, are you?"

Darthen wrote:

"Qevir, the name sounds familiar. I wonder if Vlad has worked with him before? Maybe I will take him up on his offer of a drink tomorrow night."

With a sincere smile on his face Darthen says, "This Qevir, would you know if he is still employed by the guard, or maybe an address I can contact him at?" Once he gets an answer, "Thank you my good man."
Know Local check to see if I can remember anything about Qevir.Know: Local (1d20+5=16)

The clerk tells you Qevir is still with the guard. He looks at you expectantly, his face falls slightly at "Thank you."

Vlad's a good idea. But Qevir is a friend of Darvyl.

He turns back around to ask the clerk another question. "Excuse me can you look up one more name for me? The name is Maggie Bright."

Arando decides to ignore the hulking menace for now, and knocks on Dorman's door . . .

Arando decides to ignore the hulking menace for now, and knocks on Dorman's door . . .

Garven replies with characteristic abruptness. "Just get me in to see Morten, Inigo."

Inigo turns to Vertas, "Excuse me, Master Vertas." He then returns to the chambers of Morten to inform him of the developments.

The clerk brightens up. His hand slides halfway across the counter towards you. Its in a loose fist, thumb rubbing back and forth on the first two fingers. baksheeesh? "That may take a little while. Should I be checking arrest records, birth, death?"

baksheeesh? My first thought was that the name of one of the drugs, but the hand movement would seem to imply a bribe. I checked back and pesh is the drug mentioned, so I hope I chose right.

When can you get that to me?"

"Wait at the cafe across the street. I'll have it in an hour or so."

An hour later, he comes out smiling. "Well you made me look good with the boss. He couldn't believe I was going to stay to finish up a little more work. I'm sorry though. I couldn't find Maggie Bright in any of those files. An alias maybe?"

Darvyl watches Inigo go through the doors, then throws a broad wink at Keliwyn. At last, he should soon find out what he's signed on for.

Some fast forwarding in Azmo's temple garden:

Inigo checks in with Morten. He's available. Per above posts Garven goes in first.

Inigo:

Vertas retires from the garden leaving Keliwyn and Inigo to enjoy the now blazing sunshine.

Darvyl watches Inigo go through the doors, then throws a broad wink at Keliwyn. At last, he should soon find out what he's signed on for.

Through the door you can hear the sound of Garven's voice rising, incredibly growing more strident.

Darvyl DC 12 listen check if you nestle right up to the door, DC 16 if you stand roughly as far away as Nihls, to hear pieces of Garven's rant:

Garven comes out. A few moments later one of the acolytes brings a bundle of red and white robes.

The rest of the day consists of following Garven on a round of business meetings. Then back to his house. A free meal. Tomorrow you should show up at his house early. Wear one the the vigilante tabards over your gear.

baksheesh = bribe. Thank you Kim Stanley Robinson. The clerk's expression didn't fall because he was going to miss you. Retro -- 1 sp is good enough. 2 if you're making up for not greasing him earlier. You would know the going rate. Take your pick.

"Wait at the cafe across the street. I'll have it in an hour or so."

An hour later, he comes out smiling. "Well you made me look good with the boss. He couldn't believe I was going to stay to finish up a little more work. I'm sorry though. I couldn't find Maggie Bright in any of those files. An alias maybe?"

Darthen sees the smilling clerk come out. He waves him over and says, "Any news? An alias, well it must be. Hmm, Would there be a reason someone would not show up in your books but still be in the city?"

"Hmm, Would there be a reason someone would not show up in your books but still be in the city?"

Through the door you can hear the sound of Garven's voice rising, incredibly growing more strident.

The rest of the day consists of following Garven on a round of business meetings. Then back to his house. A free meal. Tomorrow you should show up at his house early. Wear one the the vigilante tabards over your gear.

[ Darvyl returns to Garven's home the next morning, dressed as instructed.

Darvyl Wrightson wrote:

[ Darvyl returns to Garven's home the next morning, dressed as instructed.

might want to see if Darthen hunts you up before going to Garven's

Vertas retires from the garden leaving Keliwyn and Inigo to enjoy the now blazing sunshine.

Arando decides to ignore the hulking menace for now, and knocks on Dorman's door . . .

"Good morning, m'boy. How go things?"

The door swings in. Dorman stands there,

Jeorik pauses a moment before going on, "My name is Jeorik, son of Taylo Vandor. I came to Korvosa to find my father's family."

Jeorik pauses a moment before going on, "My name is Jeorik, son of Taylo Vandor. I came to Korvosa to find my father's family."

To Arando:

"So you're Taylo's boy, eh? Tell me, what is your father's favorite meal?"

"So, while we're waiting," Keliwyn says to Inigo, "Why don't you tell me about Asmodeus? I've always found it interesting that there is a temple to his worship here in Korvosa. I mean no offense, but isn't he largely considered, well, evil?"

"But surely you are not here to merely discuss religious and philosophical minutiae with the Grandmaster. Perhaps, I might be of assistance... if you can tell me what you wish to find?"

Watering the mule, Arando says, "I've been wanting to talk to you, about a big bald guy who tried to intimidate me, and has been watching me. I'm wondering if you know who he is?"

Watering the mule, Arando says, "I've been wanting to talk to you, about a big bald guy who tried to intimidate me, and has been watching me. I'm wondering if you know who he is?"