Eberron: Shadows of Breland (Fantasy Noir)

Game Master Elton

"Correction, he will be traveling a LOT" calls Caius.

Xov rolls up the dossiers and puts them away.
"Unless anyone has objections, I am inclined to find Hashphat first, given our physical proximity to the location."

"No bother to me, let me get a drink in me and let's see what this beauty can do."

Ebran moves to the bar and pours himself a drink, he has sobered up since the dinner.

He then moves to the helm, and tries to fire things up with the power of his dragonmark.

As Thrask sends his message to Xov, he brings a bottle of fine Malt Whiskey from his coat and begins to uncork the sacred substance...

GM how much would a fine bottle of Malt Whiskey cost? I am assuming that Thrask will always carry a bottle with him to help his disguise.

As much as any fine bottle of wine, made by humans of course. Elven wine is different, but in Eberron it isn't hard cider.

Xov moves closer. Covering his mouth as he whispers, and facing away from Thrask, he inquires

The ship clears it's morings, and goes forward. Besides the roaring fire of the fire elemental, the ship is all but very silent except for the winds. The windshield bubble is projected around the ship as it gets past a certain speed (it has to have one above 10 miles an hour, I think).

Thrask takes a swig and uses the motion to cover his barely moving lips...

bluff1d20 + 15 ⇒ (9) + 15 = 24

Falko remains silent, listening to the crew starting the ship while enjoying the exqquisite whiskey, then he smiles at Othan: "I guess I'm hired?"

With a tumbler of Karrnathi liquor in hand, Kirin watches Ebran take the ship out. He nods appreciatively. "Sharn sounds good to me. I'll take you to The Oaks and get my cousin Aelyris to bring you a date. The chef there is supposedly Aereni; I know she's an elf but who can tell if someone's from Aerenal or just putting on airs? The food's good, though, and their wine selection is fantastic."

sense motives: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (13) + 9 = 22
ven'xol's sense motives (aid another): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4
Bending over to adjust his shoes, he continues

He rolled his eyes at Kirin's comment.

Wasn't much of a roll for your aid another.

The ship is descending nicely over Sharn.

Thrask raises the bottle to take another sip and his lips blow subtly over the rim of the bottle...

Ebran, oblivious to most of what is transpiring among the crew, enjoys steering the ship about, looking for the nearest dock where he can get permission to land.

As Othan remains silent, looking at the city slowly moving across their window, Falko gets comfortable and enjoys the magnificent view of the Greatest City's thin spires rising to touch the clouds, mocking gravity.

Slowly, he gets a bit used to the sight and turns to the others, stretching a sourness in his shoulder: "Looks like were now partners. I am Falko, I'll do what I can to be worth my pay and more."

He returns to the view and absentmindedly gets his tobacco pouch and prepares a pipe while Othan pours him another drink.

Hrmph, well, if he is telling the truth, I suppose that eliminates Karnath, Cyre, and Thrane from the list of possible patrons for Absylom. And he doesn't seem to be entirely independent. That suggests either an unknown cult with an abundance of superiority complexes, or an order from another continent, or even another plane.

Kirin points out an appropriate dock. "Over there." He looks up at the sun for a moment and nods. "Yeah. I know the dockmaster who should be on duty right now. He does discreet work with Lyrandars who don't feel like docking at the Tower and letting everybody know their business. He'll take care of us."

The ship still needs to be directed to dock. There is a place where you can dock, but the ship still needs to be directed to dock there.

Oh, right. I should have specified more clearly.

Ebran will head the ship over where Kirin points, and walk over with Kirin to meet his contact Ebran doesn't leave the ship, however.

Kirin stands by the rail, waving at the dockmaster's office once they're close enough to see. He's ready with the usual docking fee and a little extra for discretion.

The dock master comes out, walks up to Kirin, and punches him in the face.

That was... unexpected. Start a Diplomacy check, I guess. He'll eventually throw in the bribe that he had ready, so figure in a modifier for that, too.

Diplomacy check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19 ... well, yeah. If he's been rolling Diplo checks like that recently it's no wonder he got punched in the face.

Kirin reels and stumbles back a few steps, holding up his hands. "Wait, wait! What's the problem, Ard!?"

Seeing one of his new associates get punched, Othan manifests his mind blade and begins to move towards the dock master.

what's the position of the ship and everyone on it? I assume next to the dock but not tiedon?

Kirin waves off any physical assistance as he talks to the dockmaster."Ard? Ard. I'm sure we can work this out. What's going on?" He massages his jaw and shakes his head ruefully. "I don't doubt I deserved that, but I wouldn't mind knowing what it was for."

Falko lets the smoothness of the whiskey lull him over. It's been a while now that he's been privy to civilization's boons, and he lets the alcohol roll in his mouth every time, savouring its peaty quality...

As they near the docks, he wonders at life's meanderings, secretly thanking The Traveler for this welcomed change, though he knows better than to trust Him... His gaze moves up and down the proud spires of Sharn, noticing how small people looked and musing at his own size in the grand scheme of things.

Still, I made a difference in the Treaty. I know I did...

As they near the docks, he moves to the deck to offer a hand, but they don't seem to need him, and instead, he watches their precise coordination for such a delicate operation. Once the ship is moored, he relaxes and picks up his kit, and arrives just in time to see Kirin get his jaw loosened.

This will prove interesting! he grins, pushing aside his former Deneith reflexes. This is not your fight. for now...

Thrask seeing one of his associates get punched draws his wand and points it menacingly at the dockmaster...

Hand in the air now, whelp! Otherwise I am having some crispy man flesh!

intimidate1d20 - 1 ⇒ (20) - 1 = 19

That was... unexpected. Start a Diplomacy check, I guess. He'll eventually throw in the bribe that he had ready, so figure in a modifier for that, too.

[dice=Diplomacy check]1d20 + 15 ... well, yeah. If he's been rolling Diplo checks like that recently it's no wonder he got punched in the face.

Kirin reels and stumbles back a few steps, holding up his hands. "Wait, wait! What's the problem, Ard!?"

"Simple, you broke my sister's heart," Ard said. "No, it's not romantic as that, my dear Kirin. You owe me seven bottles of Karn's best. After drinking up all of my stock."

Kirin chortles. "You said you were coming! Host, Ard, you can't blame a man for drinking your liquor when you don't show up to a card game at your own place!" He gestures at the dockmaster's office, where the card game had been played the night before Kirin left Sharn the last time.

"Look, you're right, Ard. It wasn't right us drinking up all your liquor." He slings a friendly arm around Ard's shoulders. "I'll have a case of black-label ir'Tennet sent to you. And you're married, right? I'll get you and your lady a reservation at Olladra's Arms and cover your tab. You just need to take good care of this pretty little ship we're on and forget we docked here. Alright? We square, Ard?"

"Well, throw in a Changeling lass and you have a deal," he said, laughing.

"Well, throw in a Changeling lass and you have a deal," he said, laughing.

Kirin squeezes the man and lets go with a laugh. "I'll send a girl from my favorite place in Firelight." He gestures at Ebran. "This is my cousin, Ebran. Part of the family."

He looks around at the others. "I think we're good, guys. But thanks." The nobleman chuckles and gestures at the dockmaster. "This might not be the last time that happens. You'll especially want to watch out for disgruntled looking women." Kirin takes a deep breath and grins. "Man, it's good to be home."

Oh my gods I do not have time for this nonsense!
"We'd best be on our way"
Xov mutters to the group.
Time to find Hasphat.

Threak lowers his wand and sends a brief, annoyed missive to Xov.

Thrask pops another missive to Xov.

"So where to from here?"

Falko, still unsure as to his role in this venture, stays on the outskirts of the group, unobstrusive and attentive.

Ebran looks at Xov, expecting his answer to their future direction.

"To find Hasphat D'Sivis. According to our...contact, he has information we need. "
perception/search: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
ven'xol's perception, taking 10: 19 = 19

"Thrask" will pull a disappearing act and get in contact with one of the Concordant contacts in Sharn... Then he will perform some shopping (books on Thrane and the Silver Flame).

stealth1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
perception1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24

"Any leads on where to meet him? Or are we going to stumble into a Sivis station and ask?"

Kirin shrugs. "I've never heard of the guy before. I can go talk to some people, ask around. Might take a while."

Diplomacy/Gather Information check: 1d20 + 15 ⇒ (13) + 15 = 28
How many hours it takes: 1d4 ⇒ 4

What are the Perception checks for? Are we using Perception instead of Diplomacy for Gather Information? Or do the checks represent looking for clues or something?

Falko turns to the others and asks for clarifications: "Sorry guys, but I'm new to this venture: Why are we lookong for him? To ask him questions? To capture him? Does he know we're coming? Is he dangerous? Is he hiding or going about his daily business?"

Kirin shrugs. "I've never heard of the guy before. I can go talk to some people, ask around. Might take a while."

[dice=Diplomacy/Gather Information check]1d20 + 15
[dice=How many hours it takes]1d4

What are the Perception checks for? Are we using Perception instead of Diplomacy for Gather Information? Or do the checks represent looking for clues or something?

He works in the bank of the house of Khundahar (sorry for spelling), as a notary. He also works as the archivist.

Falko turns to the others and asks for clarifications: "Sorry guys, but I'm new to this venture: Why are we lookong for him? To ask him questions? To capture him? Does he know we're coming? Is he dangerous? Is he hiding or going about his daily business?"

"We are looking for him because we were told to. But yes, we shall ask him questions. Now excuse me for just a moment..."

While searching, Xov will find an isolated location, don his Hat of Disguise, and assume the form of a Valenar elf.
Disguise, using Hat of Disguise/to cast disguise self, taking 20: 20 + 7 + 10 - 2 = 35

Then he returns to the group.

While Xov is gone for a while, Falko asks Othan: "So who's hiring you to find him? Do you know? Can you tell me? I'm guessing he doesn't expect us... What do you prefer I do?"

He doesn't seem to be running this show... They're not his mercenary...

"That is a little complicated. Most of the time I am just the big, angry muscle discouraging people from doing anything foolish while the others talk."

that isn't true.

GM the results of my checks (I am envisioning that we will have several hours before finding Hasphat, Sharn is a big city after all)

So far, nothing but the usual in Sharn. Adventurers acting like costumed superheroes.

Thrask will proceed to disappear using the stealth check above and reappear as Absylon with books concerning Thrane and the Silver Flame in toe.

cost of those books (assume best quality information available)