"We need a place to meet. I might be able to investigate with one of you along, but with this crowd standing by, no one's going to tell me anything."
The party head towards Tavick's Landing.
"Before we head to Tavick's Landing, we should probably visit the City Watch. The goblin might have a criminal record, or he might be someone's known associate. Their info might be more recent, if Grannt abandoned his search immediately after the cataclysm in Cyre."
"Good suggestion. I will take this to Miss Gort, then we can leave." Gil-Matilda will seek out Miss Gort and hand her the bag of coin.
"Maybe more of us can go with you, Gil, under invisibility;....just a thought."
She looks skeptical. "Better that you observe from a distance - I'd have to make you invisible and silent both. And hide your footprints."
"Just a thought."
"Hey Gil, don't forget to look for that other goblin, Gral Muut, too. He might have some interesting info as well." Janosz picks his gear up and moves towards the exit. "Tag along, Rod. Maybe your buddy Croake is on duty tonight?"
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"Yes," he grates, "What do you want now?"
I'm taking off tomorrow; probably,........long story.....
"We're looking for a goblin named Jeebo in Tavick's Landing. A.....fence, or some other such sundry occupation. Wondering what we could gather about him from you; whereabouts, mainly."
diplomacy
Nevharath turns to Gil, "If you are willing, i could forge a telepathic bond with you so that if you need us to rush over to save you we could be alerted silently."
She eyes him for a moment. "Interesting idea. Would you see through my eyes, too? Or hear what I'm thinking when I'm not trying to talk to you? How exactly would this work?"
[ooc]Excellent idea - in light of a certain other game, I'm all for multiple methods of keeping tabs on her.[ooc]
"No, I wouldn't be able to read your thoughts with the mind link. It is just like talking to me, except at a distance, and your mouth doesn't move, and there is no audible sound. You must consciously think of what you want to say and that you want to say it to me specifically. Also when you receive a message from me, you might see a phantom image of me. Don't worry, it's all in your mind."
"Why, what's he done?"
At the Alcohol Elemental the gang gathers in a corner booth to lay out their plans.
Ezreal nods. "Good idea Nevharath. My connection will last much longer, but is visual only. Speaking of that..." Ezreal begins casting and forges the link between him and Gil. "If Nevharath's connection has expired and you need to convey something back to us, you can always write it down. I will read it as you write. One more thing you should know- if you want to pass my link on to someone else to see what they say or do after you leave, we can do that. You would need to touch them and I would have to know that you wanted me to follow them. There is a chance it might not work and either way it will completely end my connection with you if I try to move to another."
"Now- we do know that Gral Muut was Grannt's contact here. Better to start with him over at the Blue Sun Shipping Company. Once you start asking strangers about Jeeboo things may get tricky. The goblin has dealings with the Cult of the Dragon below if he isn't a member himself. There is a possibility that word gets back to him once you first mention his name. So Gral first. If he can't help, then take up your ruse. Have you decided what you are trying to fence?"
"Also, I have magical clothing that can disguise me if you need someone to come along. I am not particularly skilled at deception though so I don't know if that would be more of a hindrance. The option is there though. Your choice. Either way I will forge the mind link right before you set out."
Rod and Janosz:
"Done? Dunno. That's why we're here talking to you. He's a goblin fence who has connections to the cults of the Dragon Below", Janosz growls, his face twisting in distaste. "He's also an associate of a person we're looking for. D'ya have any info on the wretch? Throw us a bone, and we'll get him off the street for you."
I can change the way I look. As you can see, I carry no weapon. I can change the look of my armor with it, but the sounds of the armor can still be heard so my appearance should include armor if I am wearing armor. If need be, I can take the armor off.
"So what is the plan, investigator? Also, might i get a look at that dagger if you still have it? I only just remembered that i should observe it more closely for psychic imprints"
Non-drinkers:
"Are you sure you don't know him?" Rodergo zooms in on Croke, eyes intent. "It is a rather common name, and there must be many, many goblins in Sharn's seedy underbelly..."
"Like that friendly chat on the lightning rail? It days for my men to pick all the bits of gnoll off the tracks. You lot are trouble. I'm not going to assist you in your crazy, and usually illegal, antics."
Rod picks up the stray thoughts.... Jeeboo, how did they get his name....? need to eliminate....
Sharn PD Blues:
"We did the city a ton of good by knocking off that bunch of thugs, anyway", Janosz grumbles. "You can't be arguing that self-defense is illegal now?"
She looks around the room surreptitiously to see if anyone is paying undue attention to their little meeting. "This might not be the best place to conduct such an investigation, my friend. Perhaps we can find a more private option."
At the Big House:
Looking at the mage, she says, "My friend Darath here and I have been to the Mournland, wicked place that it is, following rumors of lost treasure. We were spotted and pursued by a squad of those blasted man-machines and were barely able to escape by hiding in a blast crater - what created a hole that big, I don't want to know. But we hid and we waited - and we decided that whatever treasure was in this dead land could stay right where it was. We would rather work in the foundries than spend out time watching for some tin soldier to come across us."
"Anyway, there we were climbing out of the crater and Darath here sees something that makes him looks twice. Sure enough, where the rubble meets the road, there's a pair of legs sticking out. Toes straight up, like this, see? Nice boots, too; they'd seen some wear, but they were nice. I was thinking we could take the boots, but Darath wonders if there might be more, so I watched for the 'forged to come back while he dug."
"Scariest thing about the whole trip was when I looked back and saw the guy Darath uncovered. Looked like he was sleepin'. You and I both know the war hasn't been in the Mournland since the mists came up. That guy has to have been there, dead under the pile, for a very long time, but he looked like he could open his eyes anytime."
"That didn't bother Darath none, though. He had his eyes on the straps - see, the body had a backpack on. Nothing much in it, but there was a wrapped package, about so big, with a note, 'What will Jeeboo pay for this?' Inside was a rock, looked pretty normal, but it had these crystal growing out of it. They glowed from inside like they had tiny candles or something. We came back to Sharn last year, had this for a while, trying to find out who Jeeboo might be so we could find out what this pretty rock is worth, and here we are."
She takes a breath, "So I'm thinking dragonshard, like the ones we are seeking. Let's tear the story apart, look for weaknesses."
to look like a roughened human mercenary of some description with a scar as Gil described.
At the police station:
"Aw, don't be like that, Croke." Rodergo, still smiling, puts a hand on Janosz' shoulder. "Can we at least get you a coffee before we leave? Or maybe a doughnut? I'd hate to leave thinking we wasted your time."
Nevharath holds the item in his finely-gloved hands, and his gloves glow faintly while he holds the dagger with his eyes closed.
...need to get the boys together...
Janosz and Rodergo find themselves outside the gates of the Daggerwatch Garrison.
Janosz and Rodergo wander into the Alcohol Elemental as Nevharath finishes his divination on the knife. They look surprised that the rest of the party is still debating what to do.
"Where is the f&+!ing goblin?" Janosz and Rod are both clearly worried. "You haven't grabbed him yet? Well, change of plans. It looks like Croke and some buddies intend to kill off the little greenskin. No, we don't know why. Normally I would approve, but the gobbo is our link to Ranticar, so put the motherf#&+ing daiquiris down and move out. We need to seize Jeeboo before they do."
"It appears my divinations were a dead end. Grannt purchased the dagger just as one would any other, but he was still an owner and as such this should help the wizard track him."
"Damn it. Well now it hardly matters if we show our hand too early by going for Jeeboo directly. I could scry for him, but I only have a name. With no idea what he looks like it will be difficult and will take an hour even if it doesn't work. I'll tell you whose face I do know though. Croke. I could probably focus in on him and either find out where he is going or wait until he gets there and we all intercept. Still- he could be there and have done the deed in an hour."
"He's gathering up his boys. It'll take some time, but probably not hours and hours. I say go for it. While you do that, Gil and Rod, along with some muscle, fan out and look for our targets - both Jeeboo and Graal Mut. Ideally we'll find them first, stash them away safely and find out what the hell Croke is up to. Having said that, two outta three ain't bad either."
"Maybe put the word out on the street,.....Jeebo better come to us for protection;......hmmm.
Why would Froggy wanna whack him?"