We are pathfinders... The lodge mistress here has us looking for a missing agent. Different paths led us to the seer there are your farigrounds, andhe has led us well you heard the details yes?
He said simply to the gentle with the frighening looking sword. He began to pen a note to send to their very patron.
Zev nods to the nobleman. "I'm not a Pathfinder, and I'm new to the city, but I'm a good tracker."
"Well a good tracker might be a quite good person to have along considering that we're looking for someone." the tall powerfully built warrior woman chimes in.
Zen nods appreciatively to the gladiatrix.
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Sarinah gave Zev a quick kiss and thank you for the use of Neville and she and her sister quickly climbed in and gave the man directions. By the time Neville dropped them off at the local Calistrian temple and returned he was beat red from embarrassment after what ever the twins had been doing in the back of the carriage. He let them know that a pair of contacts would be coming to meet them at the mansion sometime later and to wait there for their guides.
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The next morning began dreary. A storm had moved in overnight, and the very early morning streets were awash in heavy rainfall. The water falling from the sky seemed to make the dreary manservant of the home you were staying in even gloomier than usual, but the breakfast he prepared was quite on point. Thick slabs of ham, oil seared potato cakes and some delightful sticky buns filled your bellies even as the master of the house ordered the gloomy manservant to stay put... just in case the two lovely ladies arrived needing anything.
Nor did he take his carriage, A short walk away provided a place to hire a cairraige and a driver and you all found yourself seating in a plain carraige making your way to the underbridge area
Having found a nice place to curl up for the night, Zev slept soundly and woke to nice, if a bit over cooked for his tastes, breakfsast as well.
"So what now?"
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The sisters arrive, perhaps a bit fashionably late, but both dressed and bathed and smelling of rose water. Marinah kisses her sister on the cheek and then splits off to carefully portion out food onto a plate. She walks with a sway of her hips to Ryn and kneels down.
"May I feed you, my champion?"
Ulfr arrives and doesn't say anything before he has downed a significant amount of food. You think he can't taste it with how fast it's disappearing, but he savors every bite.
On the way to Underbridge he rides by standing if there is no room. His frame usually takes up one and a half seats, so he is quick to volunteer to be the standing guy.
With a growing smile, Ryn's eyes are riveted to Marinah. As she kneels before her, a tingle runs up her spine at the beautiful courtesan's subservient gesture. "You may." she purrs.
Having found a nice place to curl up for the night, Zev slept soundly and woke to nice, if a bit over cooked for his tastes, breakfsast as well.
"So what now?"
The cairraige jostled in an unfamiliar way and he frowned.He was used to the way Neville drove obviously. A light pittering of harder rain drummed down along the rooftop and he glanced back torwards where the large gladiator fellow rode along outside.
"Our employer has tasked us with finding one of her contacts who disapeared after some promising news."
He began continuing on about what the knew of their mark. Nothing about her... affliation with being a pathfinder double agent, after all Madam Heidmarch had mentioned she prefered that information stay as silent as need be.
As the rain began to come in a bit harder, you couldnt help but notice the streets quickly becoming empty... almost too empty. Several barrels came rolling out of an alleyway into the path of the carraige, the driver had no choice but to pull on the reigns and stop the carraige. Ulfr you quickly see half a dozen men come out of the alley's to 'get' teh barrels but something doesnt feel right to you at all about it.
Andrezi opted to ride inside of the carraige despite considering the opportunity of chatting with Ulfr outside on the ride. Besides, it's obviously much more desireable to stay out of the rain as long as possible. Oh, and then there were the twins...
Andrezi peers outside at the streets emptying and the men pouring into the street. He tries to asceratian what exactly is going on, but relays to his companions "Something is off with these men and barrels. Everyone be prepared for trouble." He quickly prepares his gear, flipping his bow onto his lap and nocking an arrow.
Move those barrels, you incompetent oafs! Ulfr bellows.
+2 of we are in dim light
"Oi?! Everything okay?" Zev lets out as he looks outside after almost being thrown around in the cramped space by the sudden halt.
Clearly they were merely a group of men working with barrels probably from a cart in the alleyway. When Ulfr bellowed at them to get a move on clearing the road they all froze... Ulfr couldnt help but notice the scrawniest fellow there, a balding man bare foot in the mud with wrinkles along the sides of his eyes no doubt a former sailor or the lick had litterally pissed himself at his bellow. He moved like demons from the abyss were chasing him righting the barrel before him and starting to roll it back muttering to himself the whole while. One of the other men froze merely looking at the ground the others (there were 4) Eyed the behemoth of a man with a look of worry in their eyes.
"Not many fancy carraiges like that around here. A taller man with a scar along his cheek began eyeing the distance between Ulfr and himself. "Got some fancy lord in there late for a boat or something eh?"
He asked.
No. They have a fancy me. Ulfr growls. So move, or I put you in those barrels and toss you into the bay.
"I'd listen to him." Zev flatly adds.
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With Marinah sitting in her lap, Ryn peers outside the carriage. "I those fools make me have to get up, I'm breaking somebody's face."
"Uh, we should have a hand on things, in the same way the little miss has her hands on you." Zev says, side glancing back into the carriage.
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"That's not my hand." Marina says languidly. She's glances outside the carriage. "They don't look pretty at all. Boring."
Zev arches a brow. "Okay."
As they began their carriage ride to the docks Sarinah watched in amusement as her sister began to dote on Ryn again. The submissive girl always did have a thing for strong women. She sat next to Andrezi and plied her attentions on him for a time while they traveled and found herself frowning at the possible interruption to her amusement.
Andrezi was enjoying the attention he was receiving a little too much. So when the interruption happens he is more perturbed at the timing than the action itself.
Recognizing the situation for what it likely was, Andrezi grumbles under his breath and gets up from his seat. He mutters, "This is likely a local extortion scheme from the local gang. I've seen a similar tactic deployed before. Anyone here think they can talk them down? It'd be a shame to cause a scene unncesarily and attract unwanted attention down here."
Slipping from the carriage he taps Ulfr from behind and leans in to whisper the gist of their situation. Once he has the large gladiator up to speed he adds, "Be on the lookout for someone flanking us and using this as a distraction. I think I can recognize that one over there. If he is with the Blades, this is going to end in blood. Be at the ready."
Stepping back he prepare the arrow once more while folding back beside the carriage door.
Ulfr nods and keeps his eyes open, though it was necessary for him to focus most of his wrath forward for his intimidation to really work. Hopefully these guys would just roll those barrels back to where they got them and everyone would just go about their day.
"Normally, my sister and I would be happy to talk to them. I think they'll get the wrong idea if we do, though." Marina points out. She does, however, slip from Ryn's lap in case the large woman needs to enter combat.
Initiative order Andrezi,Ulfr,Zev, Bad guy Group A(3),Sarinah,Marinah, Bad guy group B(3), Ryn and Trendon
Both Ulfr and Andrezi, being outside the cairraige could see the movement from several of the men, (not the one fleeing for the alleyway of course) they were reaching by their sides to draw blades....
Ulfr roars! How dare they challenge him! You have never been to Serpent's Run, have you! I once killed a bear with a single blow! he bellows as he charges right into the middle of their line. Beside him, a screaming blur of red fur charges as well!
= phew
The already shaken gang members faces grew even whiter as the large man barreled right through there water filled barrels the explosion of force even more dramaticized by the explosion of water as his club crushed the skull of the man who stood there startled. The little red blur leapt for the man on the left of the exploding barrel sinking its teeth right into his throat. He too dropped though yelling trying to pull the fox from his throat.
After Ulfr dashes for the barrells, the slayer surveys the scene before him and takes note of the one who is attempting to flee. Andrezi studies the fleeing man, judging the distance and cover between himself and his target. He mentions casually to Ulfr as he lets the arrow fly, "I've got the one who is trying to get more of his friends.
Growling in annoyance Zev will step out of the carriage and start making his way towards the thugs.
Inititive Order Andrezi,Ulfr,Zev, Bad guy Group A(3)Sarinah,Marinah, Bad guy group B(3), Ryn and Trendon
The man downed by the fox of all things drew a dagger and stabbed at the killer beast. It yelped in pain letting go of the man's throat, but it appeared the action of the attack was too much for him to take and he slumped to the ground unconcious.
Oh sh...
The man on the furthest left began drawing a dagger and throwing it at the enraged former gladiator before turning and darting for an alley opposite the one they came from.
Ulfr hears his foxy friend yelp in pain. He spins around and is relieved to see her still kicking. The gaze turns to the men, however, promises a death that could only really be appreciated in an arena.
Sarinah looked at her sister and said, "Hmm, looks like we get to play, are you ready?" With that she hopped out, grabbing her ransuer as she went, and prepared to do battle with these foolish people that interrupted their fun.
Marina draws a small but beautifully carved crossbow from her side. She stays where she is, in the cart, and leans out the window as she cocks and loads a bolt.
"I do so love turning men into pincushions, sister."