"And I just ordered new armor for Handsome! It should be done today." [i]Is it a coincidence that I would have dreams about the undercity that would lead me to purchase ridiculous giant cat armor, only to be ushered by circumstance into danger the day it is ready? Or is Shelyn guiding my dreams? "I'm sure your outfit is find. A more important question is if anyone knows where exactly the slave auctions are held?"
Know (Local): 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
"...A more important question is if anyone knows where exactly the slave auctions are held?"
"...A more important question is if anyone knows where exactly the slave auctions are held?"Knowledge:Local: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
"Sometimes you overhear things..." Said Tony, remembering dark times.
"...in the University cafeteria. Like slave auctions being held somewhere in the Undercity."
"Well, time is of the essence." The young noble steadies himself. "Does anyone know the fastest way down to the Undercity?"
[dice=Knowledge: local]d20+6
Runt steps out of Lizbit's shadow, but only barely. At first, you might not realize that the voice you hear is coming from somewhere aExround you knee level.
"Excuse me, but perhaps I may be of some assistance. There is an entrance to the undercity in Delver's Square behind the statue. From there we can find the slavers..."
The Dallimothan noble follows the higher pitched voice at the red-haired woman's knee.
"Yes, please! Show us the way." Argennon addressing the dirty halfling male. Is he.. blind?
"Oh, I knew we could count on you, mister Runt! You must hear so much, spending all the time you do socializing with the townsfolk. And we'll need Tiny's powerful sniffer, no doubt. I live nearby, so I can get my armor and Handsome's new armor and be ready to go quickly." Who knew searching for clients would lead to a search for a kidnapped girl? "Would you like to accompany me to my house, mister Runt? You and Tiny could ride Handsome."
Argennon turns his head slowly and deliberately to the big fighter. "I can assure you that I am no baby," the gentleman sorcerer stated coldly.
"So you'll get my daughter back?" the alewife asks.
Tony nodded.
"Yes of course milord. And I will be with you instead of running off at the slightest distraction." He reassured Argenon, before starting to daydream of Eithisha...
"I will lead this brave lot into the Undercity, and we will do what we can to recover your daughter. You should pray to all the gods that you know for our good fortune, for the Undercity is dangerous and our path will be difficult."
"Thank you," she sobs.
Argennon gently pats the worried mother's shoulder. "Lead on, Mr..?" The nobleman asks the halfling.
After picking up her and Handsome's armor, having the armorsmiths show her how to properly fit the latter to the warcat, Lizbit eagerly follows Runt to the entrance of the foul markets below the city.
Argennon gently pats the worried mother's shoulder. "Lead on, Mr..?" The nobleman asks the halfling.
The little man shrugs, "No Mr. I am Master of nothing, just one who listens, to the city and people who dwell in it. But you can call me Runt. And this fellow with the lolling tongue is Tiny...It's ironic, because he is so big."
"No Mr. I am Master of nothing, just one who listens, to the city and people who dwell in it. But you can call me Runt. And this fellow with the lolling tongue is Tiny...It's ironic, because he is so big."
Argennon wrinkles slightly. "I'd rather not but if you wish."
"Em, lead on..Mr. Runt."
Tony put his hand on Argenon's chest.
"Wait milord!" He said, "As your bodyguard, I'll go first." he said dramatically, not actually knowing if that's how it is done.
Tony followed along behind Runt outside, looked up and down the streetside of the square for threats...
... then waived Argenon forward.
Father. We will have words about this. The Dallimothan noble inwardly fumed, as the followed the overzealous swashbuckler.
The undercity only had one place for natural light, and that was the stairway. torches burned the rest of the way, and you entered a place that had people buying and selling there wares. Potions, swords, magic, whatever you could imagine, is sold here.
Argennon takes a small pale marble from his vest pocket and holds it near his head. Upon letting the object go, the ioun stone hovers around the sorcerer's head, providing light for all nearby to see.
Lizbit likewise casts a light spell on Handsome's collar. "Be careful not to get separated from us, mister Runt. We'd never find you again!" It seems so strange to her that a market selling illegal goods would be so 'open air'. The possibility of finding lost or stolen arts down here crosses Lizbit's mind, but their current mission is more pressing. "So... um... where do they sell the people down here?"
"Tiny will smell you as long as we stay close, and I am beginning to recognize the sound of your gait. I'm sure if we move around we can find the slave markets. Someone will be saying something."
Runt moves with one hand on the dog's shoulder.
You hear of a Dark Market. Situated at the far right. Where the door will be is not something you heard.
"So what we are looking for is the Dark Market then, somewhere off in that direction." He gestures broadly.
The direction is behind you, and if you are facing the Undermarket, to the left of you. Roll perception checks.
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
You are distracted by the lights and shops down here. You couldn't notice anything right now. It's like a kid at a Summer Festival.
Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10
You feel that you are looking for something, but you can't find it.
Per: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
You notice some unsavory fellows disappear into a door to your far left.
"This way." Lizbit mutters nodding towards the door the criminal-looking men went through. I know it's wrong to judge people based on appearances but...
Argennon follows the short woman through the door, hand resting on his longsword.
The first thing to strike you is the smell. The second thing to strike you is the light -- there are a lot of torches here. The last thing to strike you is someone asking you for the password.
"What's the password?" says a voice.
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Profession (begger) would net you the password.
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Runt raises his eyes in the general direction of the guard, motioning him downward as though wafting an odor toward his nose. When he feels the man shift closer, he says in a stage whisper, "This thing all things devours...Time."
Runt raises his eyes in the general direction of the guard, motioning him downward as though wafting an odor toward his nose. When he feels the man shift closer, he says in a stage whisper, "This thing all things devours...Time."
The door opens, and to let you in. "That's the password."
What you see is a big room with people selling wares. There is a woman selling potions, a man selling spell scrolls, and other woman on a mat selling what could be charms. The place is beautiful for being the location of the dark market. And at the end of the room is a stage, with a lizard man watching over things by the stage.
"How can we just waltz in to an illegal bazaar? The guards in this city are useless!" Lizbit whispers sharply to Runt, flabbergasted by how easy this had been so far. She looks around while trying to look like she is not looking around for someone who looks Ennin. "Do these Ennin have uniforms or matching tattoos or something?"
"I think they do tend to wear hoods of purple", Argennon muses, thinking he read about it somewhere.
Tony tried to keep an eye on everyone here, worrying about threats to Argenon.
"How could such a place exist? Right under the noses of the authorities?" He wondered aloud.
A fat, purple hooded man takes the stage. And with him, a naked lizard man in chains. "Who will bid on this lizard man? He'd be a fine slave for many years," said the purple hooded man.
A fat, purple hooded man takes the stage. And with him, a naked lizard man in chains. "Who will bid on this lizard man? He'd be a fine slave for many years," said the purple hooded man.
Argennon blinks. "Well! That was fortuitous! Let's try to find the way backstage."
"Not so easy, Lizbit. I hear a lot of things. And this isn't my first trip down here below the city. You were just lucky to find me, and I was lucky to have heard someone talking about the password. As for how this can be here, I imagine someone in power must be involved, either directly or at least getting kickbacks or bribes..."