Chaos in Korvosa-GMKoolKobold's Curse of the Crimson Throne

Game Master KoolKobold

The waves crashed on to the beach as the late summer sun sank for dusk.
A few ships were leaving on the tide, and among the rocks and tidal pools. The Cockel wifes worked, prying off shells with shape strong knives. placing their catch into a small basket on their hips. Tonight inns cross the city will be selling cocked salted Cockels as a bar snack.

Out in the water, slashing showed that someone was out there, A trident pocked out the water, on it's center spike was a large pink and yellow fish. It moved to the shore and soon a slender woman with blue skin and hair walked out of the water, Her tight fitting fish-skin body suit dripping water. She walked to her own basket and drops the Pink fish into it. Where it joined other, As she did so three old Cockel wifes walked towards here. One check side of a old maid holding a bloody hand.

"Her hand slipped so it did"
Said the old woman on the right.

"Carless Like some young lass, if my mother could see me now"
Said the woman with the bloody hand.

The tall slendender Sea Elf looked at them.

"I remember you when you where a young lass Meg, You know I charge , nothing is free in this life"

Med was the one with the cut hand.
"I knows Doctor WhiteHill, but I ant been paid yet"

Which was true most live hand to mouth doing this back breaking work.

"How dose a 1/4 pound of Cockels sound."

Old meg looked at the good doctor with sly eye.

"And 1/8th"

Aliron, went back to her fish.

"Alright doc a 1/4 pound but I get to pick em"

Aliron nodded and waved her to come closer. Looking at the deep cut she placed her hands over it and said a few words. There was a glow of green and the sound oves waves. Steping back she said.

"Try and hold something Meg"

Meg took her knife and held it. Her skin now locking the cut, but blood was still on it. She gripped the blade.

"Thank ya Doctor, its as good as new."

Aliron held her basket out.

"Take the larger fish Meg, mage a fish broth and eat it tonight, you will need it after losing that much blood."

meg too the fish, Then turned to leave.

"Ahhumm!"

Said Aliron said shaking her basket.

Meg took her own off her hip and tipped the lot into Alirons

She winked at the Aliron.

"I knows that fish is worth 10xs what my shells are worth, you have a kind heart doc."

Aliron just nodded.

"Food then sleep, Doctors orders."

Then she left the beach, heading home to make her own Supper.

As you are well aware, this... individual has my arena winnings.

Valten cautiously states while putting on his well kept scale mail

And you will do what about it? Rent is Rent! His landlady shrieks

I am not that broke He says as he hands her a purse with a few coins

But I will be away. For a bit. Do not expect me to return, and kindly throw a bit of a shitshow about how you kicked me out in the bar tonight.

Valten continues politely

Wait The landlady goes a bit paler

If some of totally not that individuals people approach you, you will tell them that I was talking about getting passage to Kintargo

Which I am doing right now so its not a lie

That puts you out of their crosshairs. The less you know the better

Valten walks out, carriying his entire gear in a well made backpack.

- His parents left the city on a merchant boat to stay with relatives in Ostenso after their house lost note and coin. His baby sister is apprenticing as a scribe for the city guard under an assumed name.

- He doesn't mention his heritage, but could bore people to tears with his family tree. Not even the proper history. For being such a minor noble house his family can trace it's roots back to Taldor. When Taldor WAS Taldor.

- When I think of lesser nobility I think of old money. Like the kind that aspire to be the head of surgery back in Boston. Who enjoy classical music and anonymous charity on holidays.

- His good clothes don't get worn often. He does like to clean up to visit his sister or old friends though.