"Friends, gather around. I'm Orlpar, Cleric of Torm; please allow me to pray for Torm's healing touch as payment for your brave deeds."
Orlpar will gather the group to channel a heal.
Orlpar checks around with the crowd to see if anyone else is hurt.
to bind any wounds
Orlpar will also check any of the thugs who attacked the Duke to see if there are clues about who/what they are or why they're here. Providing a couple of rolls to see if he learns anything.
Sil notices a man using "street" the common hand signs among those who are thieves. As Sil approaches the young man is helping put fruit back in stand that was not knocked down.
Your company is new here in the Gate. Don't trust those men who spoke with you company earlier. If you really want to know what is happening here in the city. Meet me at the gate of Little Calimshan at dusk.
Sil hears voice behind him he turns to look and he turns back around the man is gone.
As Willow seeks to get her questions answered. A tall elf whose has some weight to him approaches the group. He has a green mask on surrounding his eyes and flaming red hair. His clothes are colorful, his jacket is purple and has many rhinestones on it.
Ahh I see the Feywild willow company is need. I know how I can help the "heroes of the wide". Please come with me to friends store. There we help your tall friend rest. I also see you have cleric of Torm with you I am sure he could use some rest."
Coran extends his hand in the direction of the store. As he does most of the citizens smile at him as they pass. You each get a sense that this elf maybe able to explain to what you occured and give you information on the City.
"interesting"
Sli stands perplexed for a moment then makes his way over to Willow
"Well I have a lead, if the rest wishes to follow, that can maybe shed some light on the situation. Although we only have till dusk to follow up. Have you found any information? By the way this "lead" also suggested the other two fellows that spoke to us shouldn't so easily be trusted"
Sli waits near Willow watching the wide with a cool unassuming caution.
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*Willow shakes her head to clear the cobwebs* "So let me see if I have this straight, We have 4 choices
1. Imbralyn Skood at the 3 old kegs no later than the 4th bell.
2. The watch captain who wishes to speak with us at his camp
3. This tall elf who looks to be dressed for the festival
4. This fellow you spoke with, whom did he say could not be trusted?
"It appears all of us have a lead, The question for me is which one of these options offers the best chance to get Arrack healed? Let's go there and start narrowing down our choices.
"this fellow suggested the men we spoke with shouldn't be trusted, didn't really go into great detail. It was hard for me to get a read on him. I blinked and he was gone. Just said to meet with him at dusk at the gate of Little Calimshan."
"Maybe we can speak with the fat elf as we heal Arrack, maybe he can let us know a little bit more about what is going on and who these other men are."
"I don't trust any of them really, never fought with them. Some look to be of the magick sort."
he casts a glance at willow
"Some rest would do well, Perhaps we could better make plans over some good food and mead. Without the prying eyes and ears of the streets of cities. We could also split into pairs after our rest with this... elf."
"We should try to meet with as many of these contacts as possible but also be careful with any of the information we're given. Something foul is afoot and we need to be sure the people of Baldur's Gate are protected."
"As arrack suggested we could split up but that will split us up if we encounter any danger"
"Im with Willow on meeting Skood, I don't really trust the law enforcement types and the fellow I spoke with had a shady intent about him but I must admit im curious as to what he may know about whats going on. Besides this Skood fellow seems to be well off in the gold dept."
Sli smirks as the word gold rolls off his tounge.
Cotta comes before and escorts the group to the nearest tavern. As the group walks into the tavern. "Your usual table Corran?" The halfling barkeep asks.
"Sure" Corran says.
As the group sits down together. Corran looks over at the group. "So tell me about yourselves?" Corran asks.
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"Well Corran, I am recently arrived from neverwinter due to the horrible events that have recently plagued my homeland, including the loss of my.....mother *she chokes up*
I met Arrack at the rumblebelly just before this festival was about to start, these other 2 fine gentlemen I met after the chaos had subsided.
I must say your festivals are much different than we have in neverwinter"
*She smiles*
Corran looks at Willow smiles and then sips his whine.
"Neverwinter fought place for one so young."he says then reaches out to touch her hand. Then in sympathic voice "I am sorry for your loss. I can you practice the Art. Who is your master?" Corran changes his tone after the his first statement.
Corran then looks at the men and says. " So what brings you all to the Gate?"
"Greetings, I'm Orlpar Amalith. I actually grew up here and have been dividing my time between being a member of the watch and studies at the temple of Torm. I'm very interested in your take on what is happening, I have great concern for the safety of this city."
"Corran you may call me Sli. I come from down south, that's all I really want to reveal until I know you better"
Corran looks at Sil and says I know the feeling about giving away to much infomation. And as for you Cleric. I have seen you, Master Weyon speaks very highly of you. He says you have real promise, and that Torm's hand is on you.
Corran looks at Arrack and says What is mighty warrior like you doing here in the Gate?
You all get the sense that Corran is man of information and respect. As others pass by during your converstion you see passerbyes noding in respect to him.
"searching for answers, A quest of vengeance."
Arrack says through mouthfuls of mead and meat, though not at the same time. He has learned SOME manners at least.
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Corran looks at Willow smiles and then sips his whine.
"Neverwinter fought place for one so young."he says then reaches out to touch her hand. Then in sympathic voice "I am sorry for your loss. I can you practice the Art. Who is your master?" Corran changes his tone after the his first statement.
"Practicing the art is the least of my concerns right now"
*Her eyes changing from emerald green to an almost glacier blue*
"Do you know what in the nine hells happened out their today"
"Your compliment from Master Weyon fills me with pride, he's a great man and I hope to prove his assessment to be correct."
"And what is your story, sir? What is your attachment to Baldur's Gate and how did you come by the information you're planning to share with us?"
Corran looks at Orlpar and smiles. I am a simple merchant here in the city. He continues after drinking a sip of whine. As you can tell Duke Adrian was wildly popular figure here in the City. He had a lot of support in Upper city. He of course held the traditional seat of the Flaming Fist. He of course had very humble beginnings and worked his way up. The good Duke always remember where he came from and made sizable charity donations when possible. This gained him favor and popularity in the Outer city. The Guild is power player there and the Duke was loved by them. There was talk the Duke was a Bhaalspawn and he was the last of his kind
Corran takes sip of his wine and pauses. He then looks at Orplar and says You should know must of that young one He then looks at the Willow and says I hope that answers most of questions
Corran then smile and says What you saw today was Bhaalspawn creature. Very nasty but you all seemed to deal with it. I am sure your exploits gathered lots of attention. Did anyone meet you with all ?
Bhaalspawn is the name given to the mortal offspring of the now dead god Bhaal. It is said that Bhaal foresaw his death during the Time of Troubles and came to Toril before the climactic event, mating with females of almost any species, not all of them humanoid. Like Bane, he would attempt to use these offspring to bring himself back to life. Alaundo made a prophecy about the Bhaalspawn that foretold the great destruction they would bring.
"But I thought the last Bhaal spawn was killed off along with Bhaal a long time ago here in the Gate? My father told me stories of a Ranger named Mincs. Minsc is well known in Naskel and it's well known he was among the party that slayed the last bhaal spawn." "Does this mean the Iron Throne is still in operation?"
Corran looks at Sil and laughs. "No young Sil that rabble perished a while ago after the attempted a Coup."
"Indeed, I knew of the duke. I never suspected the rumors of him being a Bhaalspawn could possibly be true. I thought they were, at best, an attempt to slander his name."
Corran looks at the Cleric and then speaks. I would think you of all people would be open to anything. After all look at the times we live in. The spellplague hurt us, the volcano eruption in the north that nearly destroyed Neverwinter, the return of the Nethril from the Shadow and now I am hearing rumors about ancient prophecy.
I am more concerned about the power vacuum the Duke's death has created. I would like to know from you if anyone has approached you? I am sure those who want to change here in the Gate would love to have the "Heroes of the Wide" on their side. I propose a deal, I will give you information on this new prophecy and in return tell if anyone has approached you.
The third bell of the day rings. Letting you know have at least two hours to figure out your next move.
When the trials begin,
in soul-torn solitude despairing,
the hunter waits alone.
The companions emerge
from fast-bound ties of fate
uniting against a common foe.
When the shadows descend,
in Hell-sworn covenant unswerving
the blighted brothers hunt,
and the godborn appears,
in rose-blessed abbey reared,
arising to loose the godly spark.
When the harvest time comes,
in hate-fueled mission grim unbending,
the shadowed reapers search.
The adversary vies
with fiend-wrought enemies,
opposing the twisting schemes of Hell.
When the tempest is born,
as storm-tossed waters rise uncaring,
the promised hope still shines.
And the reaver beholds
the dawn-born chosen's gaze,
transforming the darkness into light.
When the battle is lost,
through quake-tossed battlefields unwitting
the seasoned legions march,
but the sentinel flees
with once-proud royalty,
protecting devotion's fragile heart.
When the ending draws near,
with ice-locked stars unmoving,
the threefold threats await,
and the herald proclaims,
in war-wrecked misery,
announcing the dying of an age.
”
— Elliandreth of Orishaar
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He then looks at the Willow and says I hope that answers most of questions
Corran then smile and says What you saw today was Bhaalspawn creature. Very nasty but you all seemed to deal with it. I am sure your exploits gathered lots of attention. Did anyone meet you with all ?
** spoiler omitted **
*Willow blushes with embarassment and anger as she realizes that although somewhat accomplished in social graces, she still has much to learn*
Orlpar, Have you heard of these rumors of the duke being a bhaalspawn?
Corran, Forgive me for my earlier outburst. It has been a trying day Willow will order a glass of wine We have met with no one else...yet Willow will then sip her wine while keeping eye contact with Corran
untrained
"Of course, I've heard the rumors but dismissed them as slights against the Duke. I think most of us did. I don't know..." Orlpar shakes his head.
"But, there is truth to your words Corran. Given the recent and ongoing events across Faerun we shouldn't be surprised by something like this."
Sli orders an ale. Glancing at Willow he understands the need to keep some info to ourselves.
Sil gets the sense that Corran knows a lot. Sil also gets the sense that Corran will aide them but with a price.
"Corran, what can you tell us about Imbralyn? He contacted us and would like us to meet him shortly. Would this be wise? Also the leader of the Flaming Fist contacted us as well. Can these characters be trusted?"
"oh and a strange man told me to meet him in Little Calimshan as well, he seemed shady though"
Imbralyn Skoond is the Duke Silvershield personal wizard. He mostly an errand boy for the Duke. Understand if the Duke wants an audience with you it would be best to look into it. As far the Ravengard he is the head of the Flaming Fist, and if someone from the Little Calimshan wanted to speak with you it would be wise to speak to the them. Each person that has spoke with you wants your support. It all depends on what part of the city do you want be in the upper side, the middle, or the lower city? Understand this they want all of you together. So whoever you don't support will probably will be your enemy. So I must be going now.
Corran says to the group and as he gets up. He speaks once last time. If you need me you can find me at the Elvensong Tavern in the next to the Basilisk gate. with a bow he leaves the group.
"let us make haste!"
Checking for any quick relevant notes about the various neighborhoods (upper, middle, lower) that I can share with the team.
(to the group)"I'm interested to hear what Skoond and Ravengard might have for us."
Orlpar shares that their has been tention in the air. The influx of refugees Neverwinter and various other countries has caused a strain on the city. The good Duke was truly a calming factor. Both Skood & Ravengard are honorable men.
You may also stop along the way to buy things as need. Orlpar also tells you if want to go to the 3 Kegs now is the time to leave. The traffic in the streets will be busy.
"it seems we are decided then, I believe the planning should go to someone other than I. Though I appreciate you asking. Let us speak with this... skood then."
Arrack follows the group.
As the group leaves the tavern. The crowd in the Wide is thick as it should be. Orlpar recommends a wand shop that is close by. Do you stop or keep going?
"heh, trinkets for weakmen, er, no offense. Physically weak men, I mean. I don't particularly care for those sticks, never seemed to be able to hit things with them."
Arrack will wait outside should they decide to enter, otherwise he will keep going.
Sli finishes his drinks and follows the rest.
As the Willow walks into the store she is greeted a smell of coffee. A halfling greets you and he hands you a cup of the brew. He smiles and the says. How may I assit you? Here at the Brewleaf magic shop we aim to please