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The Dalesman wrote:
"Someone who can access someplace that isn't all that accessable to the Bazaar. That could be a bit tricky to pin down on short notice. Doesn't sound like there's much choice in the matter, though. I guess we'd better get started. Thanks for the tea and the atmosphere," Devlyn says as he settles up the tab.

"Good fortune to you." Ogiva collects the tab then moves towards the bar's main counter


The Dalesman wrote:

"Yes please," he says with a nod as he puts his cup down for a refill.

"Beshaba is a name I recognize, and that doesn't make for a pleasant pairing, even if it is most likely a temporary one. At least they haven't carved out an entire empire under the city to deal with, though."

"Well, it sounds like these folks aren't going to be good for anybody's business here if left to their own devices. I guess we need to see about relocating them elsewhere."

"Rumor on the street says they are looking for someone who can access a particular place not easily accessable to the Bazaar. Perhaps you should try and find this person before they do."


The Dalesman wrote:
Ogiva the Nightbinder wrote:
Ogiva's brow narrows. "You've misread me. I have heard of her and her mercenary band, The Company of the Ebony Harlot, but I have no direct dealings with her. It is rumored she has another high priest who attends to the flock, a devotee a herlot-goddess of misfortune and black luck. They say Decca is very selfish and possessive of her chosen, whenever and however she gathers them."

"Charming - the bad guys always invent such catchy names for themselves, don't they?"

"So you're saying there are two priests of this demon queen running things in the Tunnels?"

Your post was a little confusing - just trying to clarify what Ogiva was trying to say... :)

"I deal with only information and cyrptic knowledge, and sometimes what I learn isn't good enough. I believe the cleric is in her service and he worships a deity called Beshaba. That's what I've heard. And no one operates the Tunnels. They're too large and too deep to garnish total control. More Tea?"


Sorry for delays, but my friend and boss of nearly ten years is headed for open heart surgery tomorrow. I've been helping with his house and keeping his cherished dog happy for the last two days. So I hope everything is successful without a hitch.

The Dalesman wrote:

He looks back to Ogiva.

"You've had dealings with her devotees before, I would guess. Any suggestions on 'dealing' with them?"

Ogiva's brow narrows. "You've misread me. I have heard of her and her mercenary band, The Company of the Ebony Harlot, but I have no direct dealings with her. It is rumored she has another high priest who attends to the flock, a devotee a herlot-goddess of misfortune and black luck. They say Decca is very selfish and possessive of her chosen, whenever and however she gathers them."


The Dalesman wrote:
Ogiva the Nightbinder wrote:

Once Delvyn finishes the symbol, Ogiva looks at it for briefly then his eyes widen. He hisses deeply from the depth of his throat.

"Are you sure that's whatyou saw," he says through clenched teeth.

"Yes sir. I take it this is one piece of information you actually didn't want, is it?" Devlyn asks, noting Ogiva's reaction (and performing some quick Sense Motive goodness to make sure it's genuine).

He rolls his tongue in his closed mouth. "It misfortune to speak her name and misfortune if you've crossed the path of those that serve her. That symbol belongs to a demon queen. She calls herself Decca, Queen of Ruin. She despises faiths and deity worship of all kinds. She servants are called Ur-Priests. They steal from the divine and use the magic for themselves."


The Dalesman wrote:

Devlyn pulls out a bit of charcoal and some parchment and draws out the design of the drow woman's symbol.

Once Delvyn finishes the symbol, Ogiva looks at it for briefly then his eyes widen. He hisses deeply from the depth of his throat.

"Are you sure that's whatyou saw," he says through clenched teeth.


Oroth Sunschild wrote:
"She was accompanied by two minotaurs, one of which was the color of ivory, and had a strange symbol on her necklace."

"What did this symbol look like? Can you draw a description for me?"


The Dalesman wrote:

Devlyn nods.

"But a female drow going out and leading an operation personally? That sounds like something far less obvious is indeed going on, especially when combined with the fact that she also possesses powers of the mind. I think she marches to a different drummer than the norm."

"Any clues to her affiliations? I need something solid. Did she have any distinguishing marks?"


Morning. I survived another night on the Graveyard Shift.

The Dalesman wrote:

Devlyn smiles politely.

"Only what the whole city knows by now - that a drow and two minotaurs decided to cause a scene and steal a shiny. As I said, we're not investigating the robbery. I'm just interested in the drow, and who she may answer to."

"Why with the simple inquiries. It's obvious if she were a drow she would answer to a certain Queen of Spiders unless of course something made her stand out from the rest of her violent ilk."


The Dalesman wrote:
"Only tangentially. I understand the owner has started his own investigation into that little mess, but my interest is more in the tunnels themselves and the folks who use them for home and highway. I've also heard tell of some...active trading, let's say...going on down there as well."

Life is finally settling down once more so I can post again. My brother's okay for now, until the next medical disaster.

"Sounds like you're digging for some information. I'll tell you two things for free. You'll never find an entrance to the Tunnels unless it wants you too. The slavers, the fences, and the cutthroats who run the Tunnels have an informal pact about their particular real estate. So don't scour the Tunnels searching for something you're not going to find. You'll end up dead in trouble, or worse."

He continues to serve to each of the four, although slowly.

"Now, what else can you tell me about the robbery. Anyone involved I should know about?"


Sorry for the delays. My older brother went back to the hospital again yesterday. And of course, my blood sugar dropped again too, but that's what I get for fasting too long. Can't do much of anything with a headaches and the heat.

The Dalesman wrote:
"Tea will be fine, sir, as well as some pointers for seeing the more 'interesting' sites of the city - like The Tunnels, for example."

Cups, a sugar bowl, tongs and a tray with mint tea guides effortlessly through the tavern and places itself gently on the table. Ogiva, like a trained professional, begins preparing their drinks.

"The Tunnels you say? Hmmm, seems to be generating a bit of interest in the past day or so. It wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the robbery at the jeweler's shoppe would it?"


Db3's Narrator wrote:

Aidan looks at Ogiva with hope.

"Well, I have always wanted to try firewhis-"

Oroth cuts Aidan off with a well timed knock on the head.
"Tea will be fine." He stares at Aidan. "Right Pyre?"
Aidan hangs his head, disappointed.
"Yes Helius."

"Tea it is," he says. "The sir and the lady, they will have tea as well or do you seek something else?"


Through his sources, the Dalesman comes to expect what the tavern is and most of all, its clientele. Discretion and shadowy deals reign openly in the tavern. In far corners of the tavern, muffled voices from cloistered booths and veiled fences haggle over stolen goods. Flagons, tankards, and mug spill with liquidity contents, some identified and some not onto the floor. Ordered chaos, an appropriate oxymoron, roosts this proverbial henhouse of scum and infamy.

“Ah, new visitors. Welcome. What is it you wish to drink?”


The Grey Mouser wrote:

The Grey Mouser grins and withdraws the coin

"Well said! I myself am an avid procurator of knowledge, information, gossip, lies, innuendo and fabrications of all stripes. I can tell you about a shocking story I heard from Lady Belthames' body servant that she let slip while drunk at the Pumpkin Festival. It seems this servant had been called upon to procure the services of a mute barber and .."

The Grey Mouser launches into a highly-embellished story about Lady Belthames, her servant, a mute barber, several drunken priests of Bacchus, an androgynous flautist.

...As Mouser concludes his story...

"Ha! Lad, that's a fine tale. I'll need to remember that one in the future, but that's hardly payment."

He quickly draws its picture on the bar top.

"What I am looking for is a book and in it is a seal, a symbol used long in the past. There is a woman, a cartographer named Jyssill the Farwalker and she has something I want. The problem is that she says she doesn't have it or she's misplaced it, but I know she has it as she will not sell it to me. I want you procure it for me, then I will be able help you somewhat in your task. If you're successful in acquiring this book, then I can spare the time to learn about this house and what secrets it once held."

He glances around the bar again.

"To show that I do know something, if the woman you seek is a dark elf, its "The Tunnels" you must find. I know not how to access them for their entrances are hiding in secrecy. The Tunnels are used by every scum, murderer, and thief in the Bazaar. Watch what you say and who to you say it."

He scoops the coins.


The Grey Mouser wrote:

The diminutive swarthy cloaked man leans into Ogiva. A gold coin of respectable size appears upon the bar between them

"Aye good sirrah, we seek information pertaining to our client's shop and an attack he suffered recently by one of those dark-skinned elves known as 'drow'. Specifically, what the merchant Muulsh's shop held that the drow wanted, what the shop had been in the past, and the identity and whereabouts of said attacker now."

The Grey Mouser looks down.

"It seems someone has left you a tip, sirrah."

He slides the gold piece over

"I'm sure many like it can be had for the right information."

"Lad, I already have enough gold coin," he says as he looks at Grey Mouser with an amused smile. "I deal in information and knowledge. If you're seeking answers, then I need information in return, rumors perhaps, or the outright facts will do."


Fafhrd. wrote:

The two mercenaries Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser enter the dimly-lit tavern.

"Now this is investigating I can get into! Barkeep! Some Ilithmarian wine if you please! Just leave the amphora on the bar."

He scatters a dozen silver coins from several distant realms across the bar surface

The Grey Mouser wrote:

The smaller cloaked figure frowns

"HIST! You clumsy oaf! Would you bring down every cutpurse and streetwalker on our heads? A bit of finesse is required for investigations such as this. I should heve figured a scruffy barbarian would not know how to go about a bit of civilized skullduggery."

"Aye, your friend is correct," he syas as he places the amphora on the bar. "And keep your blades sheathed. I do not allow bloodshed in my tavern." He looks at the duo and continues, "this isn't a social visit, I take it. You're here for something else?"


The nightbinder etches a new geometric seal onto the floor of the tavern and speaks aloud an incantation.

"From blood and passion torn,"
"there came a half-breed once born,"
"Of thoughts of profit and unbriddled greed,"
"From the Abyss, such rise an unholy seed,"
"All for desire of wealth and the mind's ire...,"

"I call upon thee, Nnoq the Six-Fingered Merchant. The seal awaits thee Demon-Merchant. Let us haggle."

Soon a gust of wind blows through the tavern and the candles flicker. Up fromt he seal rises a large intellect devourer that feverishly paces the circumference of the seal. Ethereal and transilluminate, it convulses until its central neural mass ruptures and out rises and a cerebrilith with distinct human features.

He gazes upon Ogiva and says, "you wish to bargain from power? Do you wish a pact?"

"Yes I do Demon-merchant. I am expecting visitors soon. I wish I never encounter that little boy."

Soon the lights dim and the binder and the vestige fade from view.


With business crawling to a halt, Ogiva cleans the tavern bar and unknowningly waits for unexcepted events.


Alaina, the Fire Flower wrote:

Alaina wanders in after all the excitement outside.

"Gimmie a Long Island Ice Tea barkeep."

"At Once," says the Nightbinder. In minutes, the barkeep sends a waiter with a LIIT to Alaina.

Alaina, the Fire Flower wrote:
She takes a look around

As Alaina looks around, the place is somewhat deserted save for a few luckless thieves and the unemployed leg-breaker. Those that wish not be seen or heard keep a considerable distance away from the Herald of Sunny G. Her aura, to some, is that obvious.

A wretched hive of scum and villainy would be best to describe the tavern. Evil comes and goes with what it wills in this establishment. Alains wouldn't be caught dead and resurrected in this place.

Then, through her divinely enhanced senses, Alaina can hear something outside, behind the tavern. A commotion of sorts, and of snarling goblinoids..."


Corona wrote:
Ogiva the Nightbinder wrote:
Corona wrote:

Floats through the door and finds a booth all to herself.

"Mint tea please, and if possible keep people from bothering me."

"At once. Is thre anything you wish?"
"Nothing else, no."

Like a contraption, Ogiva's palm opens and out from a dimensional pockets rises a brewed cup of mint tea.

"Enjoy your privacy."

With that he departs.


Corona wrote:

Floats through the door and finds a booth all to herself.

"Mint tea please, and if possible keep people from bothering me."

"At once. Is thre anything you wish?"


It would be simple for him to gouge another customer for drink money, to cover his losses. Ogiva mumbles something incoherent, giggles to himself, then resumes serving customers


Upon entering the tavern, the floors, the tables, the walls and the ceiling are decorated with intricate geometric circles. All have symbols, glyphs and arcane writings etched into their surfaces. Some appear to be constellations, others eccentric works-of-art, and others are undecipherable. They never intercept or overlap each other and none are the same size, even down to a quarter-of-an-inch. They seem to garnish the attention first to any one who enters the establishment.

"Welcome good patrons. My name is Ogiva Demont and this my establishment. Many comrades and good clients also know me as Ogiva the Nightbinder, Ogiva of the Ten-Thousand Pacts, and Ogiva of the Many Chains. It honors me to have you in my establishment. Please make yourself comfortable. Empty chairs, tables and booths await. Have my cheerful employees fulfill your orders."

The Ranger and the Dryad is located within the Bazaar of the Bizarre and can be access only through this fashion. Think of it as a thread within a thread. You'll need to post some such about exiting the central through-street and entering the tavern. Someone will be there to serve you shortly. The locales of the Bazaar often call it the R&D.