Jeorik appraises Darvyl for a moment.
"Dorman is my uncle. He suggested that we have a word with you. He thought you might have some sympathy for his cause."
"My name is Jeorik Vandor."
Jeorik appraises Darvyl for a moment.
"Dorman is my uncle. He suggested that we have a word with you. He thought you might have some sympathy for his cause."
"My name is Jeorik Vandor."
"Darvyl Wrightson.
"My family owes Mr. Vander a favor, it's true. But I'm not sure what he thinks I can do in a court case."
"My family owes Mr. Vander a favor, it's true. But I'm not sure what he thinks I can do in a court case."
"To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure what he is thinking either," replies Jeorik with a grin, "But he said to talk to you, ask you to keep your eyes open, so here we are."
"So is your family from Korvosa then," asks Jeorik, deciding he's probably already said what needs to be said, "It's only my second day in the city. Is life always like this here?"
"To be perfectly honest, I'm not sure what he is thinking either," replies Jeorik with a grin, "But he said to talk to you, ask you to keep your eyes open, so here we are."
"The least I can do," Darvyl says magnanimously.
"So is your family from Korvosa then," asks Jeorik, deciding he's probably already said what needs to be said, "It's only my second day in the city. Is life always like this here?"
"'Like this'? Well, if you mean the suit, Korvosa does have a lot of laws. And the people with money tend to find the laws work well for them.
"But if you mean the weather, well, pretty much so at this time of year."
"Actually," says Jeorik, "I meant the intrigue. Since arriving here yesterday, I've had an attempted robbery, been bodily threatened, helped uncover forged documents. Now I'm in court."
"Actually," says Jeorik, "I meant the intrigue. Since arriving here yesterday, I've had an attempted robbery, been bodily threatened, helped uncover forged documents. Now I'm in court."
"Hmm. No, that sounds like an unusually bad day. Not unheard of, but not ordinary, either.
"Forged documents, you say?"
"Forged documents, you say?"
"Yeah. I probably shouldn't say too much about it as I really don't know a lot. But I think it might have something to do with your current employer."
"Certainly, Keliwyn, come in. What can I do for you?" Morten looks both ways before closing the door behind you.
"Well, Grandmaster," Keliwyn begins, I was hoping if you could tell me a little more about what I'm involved in - the parties involved, and the roles they play. Tell me, does Garven Fellstone have anything to do with this? Is the ship the Maggie Bright? What, or for who, do you need those stamps for?
"I think you'll agree, this is dangerous business, and if I'm going to adequately protect myself and those I know, I need all the information I can get."
"You know where the Preceptor went? It's important."
The guard waves a lazy hand southward. "She headed toward Eodred's Walk. Don't know if she even got that far. She's not a woman to watch too long."
"Well, Grandmaster," Keliwyn begins, I was hoping if you could tell me a little more about what I'm involved in - the parties involved, and the roles they play. Tell me, does Garven Fellstone have anything to do with this? Is the ship the Maggie Bright? What, or for who, do you need those stamps for?
A range of emotions plays subtly and swiftly over Morten's face. Surprise, fear, amusement. He favors Keliwyn with a long measuring look.
"I think you'll agree, this is dangerous business, and if I'm going to adequately protect myself and those I know, I need all the information I can get."
Then the Forlorn replies, "The consul chose well I think. You've discovered or suspect a great deal."
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"That's all I really feel comfortable answering now." His eyes move deliberately around the room. "You will have to trust me, as I trust you."
"On another matter, I may not be at liberty to meet our agent with the mirror. I sent a note care of the consul to that effect."
The guard waves a lazy hand southward. "She headed toward Eodred's Walk. Don't know if she even got that far. She's not a woman to watch too long."
"I understand full well what you mean, brother. The commander in? Perhaps he can help me on some matter."
"I understand full well what you mean, brother. The commander in? Perhaps he can help me on some matter."
"Croft's pretty busy, crowd south of the palace is getting a little unruly. The Watch Officer will probably see you, though."
DM:It takes a while to track down Goodman who's living in Bridgefront, the poorest ward, on Endrin Island, the poorest district, in Korvosa. He's sharing a large shipping crate cum shanty one of many lining the alleyway. A few coppers, or an early hot lunch procure his gratitude and cooperation. He speaks hesitantly, but truthfully about his arrest, while sizing you up as a source of alms. He may have been a handsome man once but his nose now takes a dramatic left turn, on his jaw seems unhinged on the right. Sometimes he pushes it into place as he speaks.
"The 'ellknits bet meh , but tha prob'ly saved meh lif. Don' rehlly 'member them. Twas thos twins of Gaedren Lamm's were back in town working with the Wrappers. They messed me up as a sign to Thalus when I wouldn't work for them. When the 'ellknits come up they musta planted the dirty swag on me and run."
"What else can you tell me about them, about the twins? Why Gaedren need to send Thalus a lesson? What can you tell me about Gaedren?"
"Goodman, thanks for your help. You know Jonathons tavern? Come by there and I will make sure you have a hot meal or two waiting for you."
Gather Info; Know (Local) (1d20 6=7, 1d20 5=19)
DM:Nice rolls. The Heights aren't really the best neighborhood for info on the Maggie Bright and you've already talked to Goodman. Was there any other info you wanted here? Darthen notices the same two Wrappers from yesterday by the University.
"What else can you tell me about them, about the twins? Why Gaedren need to send Thalus a lesson? What can you tell me about Gaedren?"
Gnarls snuffles in a breath through his ruined nose. "Twins 'r bad noose. Gaddren ussed 'em to tak oofer Grin Wrapprs. Gaddren us lokkin' to scarv up T'alus's gang. Hiss a nassty oil man, Lamm."
"Goodman, thanks for your help. You know Jonathons tavern? Come by there and I will make sure you have a hot meal or two waiting for you."
As you hand him the coins, Gnarls takes your hand in both of his. "Tanks, yoo ta. Oil beh by sometim. "
[Darthen notices the same two Wrappers from yesterday by the University.
They are just lurking near an alley way, waiting for clients. If you wait long enough you will witness another deal.
Darthen hangs back inconspicuously trying to see what information he can pick up.
"Croft's pretty busy, crowd south of the palace is getting a little unruly. The Watch Officer will probably see you, though."
"Lead on then... by the way, who's the Watch Officer on duty?"
As their meal is consumed, Jeorik pays for the food.
"I suppose we should back to the courthouse. It was good to meet you," he says to Darvyl, "And maybe soon we will find ourselves fighting on the same side."
"Coming Arando?"
"Lead on then... by the way, who's the Watch Officer on duty?"
"Lieutenant Boltan is on."
Inigo is shown to Boltan's office. The lieutenant seems harried. "What can I do for you? "
Darthen hangs back inconspicuously trying to see what information he can pick up.
The two wrappers keep a running commentary on anyone walking by, especially young women. The occasional University student makes a purchase. When the Korvosan Guard wanders by the two make themselves small and inconspicuous.
Yea, let's go. Sorry, I'm out of it today.
As their meal is consumed, Jeorik pays for the food.
"I suppose we should back to the courthouse. It was good to meet you," he says to Darvyl, "And maybe soon we will find ourselves fighting on the same side."
"Coming Arando?"
Yea, let's go. Sorry, I'm out of it today.
"We all have days like that. Think nothing of it. At least we have done as my uncle asked."
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"Well, Grandmaster, I guess that will do for now," Keliwyn says, and takes hid leave. Not having much to work on beyond what he already knows, Keliwyn decides to wait until the evening to call on Dorman, Arando & Jeorik.
Courthouse Crowd: The bailiff comes into the hall to announce the resumption of the court session. To the untrained laymen a mass of verbage is exchanged in dry, flat, expressionless statements of varying lengths. Coupled with the warmth and lunch, the urge to nap is nearly overpowering. Soon even Dorman is nodding; he would probably drop off if a worried-looking Niaben, his lawyer, didn't jab him in the ribs occasionally. Garven, and his counsel remain alert, even eager.
Darthen hangs back inconspicuously trying to see what information he can pick up.
The 2 wrappers keep up a running commentary on passers-by, especially nubile females. The occasional University student makes a purchase. When a Guard walks by, they make themselves small and inoffensive.
Not having much to work on beyond what he already knows, Keliwyn decides to wait until the evening to call on Dorman, Arando & Jeorik.
Where will you wait, and please try a sense motive check, DC 14.
"Lieutenant Boltan is on."Inigo is shown to Boltan's office. The lieutenant seems harried. "What can I do for you? "
"Greeting, Lieuntenant Boltan. I've been asked by the Church to follow up on a little package dropped off by Precentor Owlen. Would you know if she was able to drop it off here, I mean?"
"The Church wants to be sure of these things, you see."
["Greeting, Lieuntenant Boltan. I've been asked by the Church to follow up on a little package dropped off by Precentor Owlen. Would you know if she was able to drop it off here, I mean?"
"The Church wants to be sure of these things, you see."
The lieutenant scratches his head and looks at you perplexedly, "Yes Preceptor Owlen was here. She dropped off a letter for the harbormaster and a proposed schedule of patrols. Apparently Morten has offered for your initiates will begin patrolling with the Guard again. I suppose you'll be with the Hellknights?"
The lieutenant scratches his head and looks at you perplexedly, "Yes Preceptor Owlen was here. She dropped off a letter for the harbormaster and a proposed schedule of patrols. Apparently Morten has offered for your initiates will begin patrolling with the Guard again. I suppose you'll be with the Hellknights?"
"I see... well yes... the Hell Knights is a class all its own. But so is the Guard. Why there are over half a dozen incidents that were nipped in the bud so to speak because of the Guard's prompt and timely intervention."
"Mind if I look at the letter. See if all the seals are in place... Church protocol and all that." Inigo looks skyward as if to say: "I am exasperated with all the red tape myself."
"Mind if I look at the letter. See if all the seals are in place... Church protocol and all that." Inigo looks skyward as if to say: "I am exasperated with all the red tape myself."
"I suppose there's no harm." Bolten shuffles through a box of paper on the desk. "Here."
The list of patrols is as he said. Patrols to start in three weeks.
The harbormaster letter is still sealed. Do you open it?
"You think the Harbormaster can see me?"
"You think the Harbormaster can see me?"
"Probably. The page can show you down to his office."
"I'll deliver the letter, if you don't mind. So I can carry his reply to the Church."
Not getting any new information from these two Darthen decides to see what he can find out about the bald twins Goodman mentioned.
Gather Info; Know (Local) (1d20 6=14, 1d20 5=14)
He also tries to get some more information on Lamm. Such as location, known associates, etc.
Where will you wait, and please try a sense motive check, DC 14.Not having much to work on beyond what he already knows, Keliwyn decides to wait until the evening to call on Dorman, Arando & Jeorik.
"I'll deliver the letter, if you don't mind. So I can carry his reply to the Church."
Bolten looks relieved to be rid of you. "Yes, of course. Good day."
Not getting any new information from these two Darthen decides to see what he can find out about the bald twins Goodman mentioned.
Gather Info; Know (Local) (1d20 6=14, 1d20 5=14)
He also tries to get some more information on Lamm. Such as location, known associates, etc.
Most of your information comes from underworld sources. You schmooze and drink your way across town following leads and hints.
The twins (Nihls and Ashon) are violent and sadistic. They were in Lamm's children's gang years ago. They dropped out of sight for a year, but have been back in town for a couple years and have hooked up with Lamm again.
Lamm is an unsavoury opportunist. Two years ago his rackets were petty extortion, small-scale drug sales, and a gang of children who beg and steal for him. With the return of the twins providing him some real muscle, he started diversifying his portfolio, moving in on some of the smaller drug-selling gangs, like the Wrappers.
Your researches take you into the mid-afternoon and down to the midlands waterfront, where Lamm supposedly lairs. Unfortunately there is a lot of waterfront. Docks, piers, warehouses, sail lofts, there are many possible safehouses for a shady character.
Morten is definitely edgy and nervous, far beyond any "human" influence. He has not directly referred to the project. He laid unusual emphasis on his last comment.
Most of your information comes from underworld sources. You schmooze and drink your way across town following leads and hints.
The twins (Nihls and Ashon) are violent and sadistic. They were in Lamm's children's gang years ago. They dropped out of sight for a year, but have been back in town for a couple years and have hooked up with Lamm again.
Lamm is an unsavoury opportunist. Two years ago his rackets were petty extortion, small-scale drug sales, and a gang of children who beg and steal for him. With the return of the twins providing him some real muscle, he started diversifying his portfolio, moving in on some of the smaller drug-selling gangs, like the Wrappers.
Your researches take you into the mid-afternoon and down to the midlands waterfront, where Lamm supposedly lairs. Unfortunately there is a lot of waterfront. Docks, piers, warehouses, sail lofts, there are many possible safehouses for a shady character.
Darthen stops at a stall selling day old bread and some rather hot and spicy pork. He finds a place to sit to watch the ocean as it lazily slaps against the piers and docks. "I wonder where a fellow like Lamm would keep to himself. It seems a place large enough for all of them to gather would be in order. Someone of that sort is also always hiding out in the sewers below the city. Well let's see what those two places get me for now."
Gather Info; Know (local); Spot (1d20 5=9, 1d20 6=25, 1d20 8=26)
Most of your information comes from underworld sources. You schmooze and drink your way across town following leads and hints.
The twins (Nihls and Ashon) are violent and sadistic. They were in Lamm's children's gang years ago. They dropped out of sight for a year, but have been back in town for a couple years and have hooked up with Lamm again.
Lamm is an unsavoury opportunist. Two years ago his rackets were petty extortion, small-scale drug sales, and a gang of children who beg and steal for him. With the return of the twins providing him some real muscle, he started diversifying his portfolio, moving in on some of the smaller drug-selling gangs, like the Wrappers.
Your researches take you into the mid-afternoon and down to the midlands waterfront, where Lamm supposedly lairs. Unfortunately there is a lot of waterfront. Docks, piers, warehouses, sail lofts, there are many possible safehouses for a shady character.
Darthen stops at a stall selling day old bread and some rather hot and spicy pork. He finds a place to sit to watch the ocean as it lazily slaps against the piers and docks. "I wonder where a fellow like Lamm would keep to himself. It seems a place large enough for all of them to gather would be in order. Someone of that sort is also always hiding out in the sewers below the city. Well let's see what those two places get me for now."
Gather Info; Know (local); Spot (1d20 5=9, 1d20 6=25, 1d20 8=26)
Gather Info; Know (local); Spot (1d20 5=9, 1d20 6=25, 1d20 8=26)
No sign of the twins.
Now that you're looking for them, there's beggar kids everywhere. It's a wonder anyone can get around town without tripping over them.
Plenty of shady people in the riverfront/warehouse area. Nobody wants to talk about them. Plenty of bad rumors about the sewers: otyughs, dire rats, filthfever, giant crocodiles. Only a desparate case would live there.
Darvyl thanks Jeorik and Arando, and heads back to the courtroom, again separately.
"I'll deliver the letter, if you don't mind. So I can carry his reply to the Church."Bolten looks relieved to be rid of you. "Yes, of course. Good day."
The harbormaster's office is on the fourth floor of the keep. As you climb the stairs and walk the hallways, you notice a strange paradox. There are fewer guardsmen than usual, but the building is more active, has a sense of urgency.
"You there." Inigo shouts at one of the guards. "The Harbormaster. Urgent message from the Church."
"You there." Inigo shouts at one of the guards. "The Harbormaster. Urgent message from the Church."
"Here." A knot of people parts to reveal Fallon Cloverfield, the halfling Harbormaster.
"Harbormaster, greetings. Have a message from the Church. I'll wait if you don't mind so I can take your a reply." Inigo hands the sealed scroll to Fallon.
"Harbormaster, greetings. Have a message from the Church. I'll wait if you don't mind so I can take your a reply." Inigo hands the sealed scroll to Fallon.
Fallon takes the proffered scroll and scans it. He mutters as he reads, "The Maggie Bright?! She's months overdue. " He says to you. "all right, we can quarantine the Maggie Bright if she comes in, and I'll send a runner to the church. What's all this about?"
Fallon takes the proffered scroll and scans it. He mutters as he reads, "The Maggie Bright?! She's months overdue. " He says to you. "all right, we can quarantine the Maggie Bright if she comes in, and I'll send a runner to the church. What's all this about?"
"Just a courtesy. As you will be sending a runner to the Church, I'll be off. The blessing of the First Lord be with you, harbormaster."
"Just a courtesy. As you will be sending a runner to the Church, I'll be off. The blessing of the First Lord be with you, harbormaster."
Disappointed at not getting a bit of gossip, Fallon huffs,"More courtesy from some than others. "
Inigo walks swiftly and heads for Eodred's Walk, looking for Owlen.
Inigo walks swiftly and heads for Eodred's Walk, looking for Owlen.
Inigo reaches the lagre square plaza that is Eodred's Walk and scans the crowd. He spots Owlen just entering the square from the east, the direction of the high bridge to the mainland.