That is uncertain. I have just received magical notice from some good comrades that they are having 'a little woman difficulty', and that it urgently requires my attention. (Lucinda Dark (not related to Lucinda Darkeyes) just showed up at a gypsy camp and is quite happily doing what she does best, assassinating people.) I am urgently required to advise and mediate, and it is unfair to them and to you, monsieur, to split my attention like this in such a crisis. My apologies a thousand times for this; this is no insult intended to either you or your hospitality.
Jacque's visitor c0cks his head suddenly as if at the sound of something beyond Jacque's hearing.
I have charts of the Place of the Winds, and of the route from these parts to the nearest convenient omniportal which will get you there. He spreads a couple of maps on the table.
Ah yes. That is indeed a decent vintage, monsieur.
The visitor enjoys the stew for a while, before responding.
Why, thank you monsieur. It is truly pleasant to encounter a man who knows the ins and outs of hospitality.
The Grey Wanderer meets with a group of his gypsy comrades, and addresses them with some concern.
I simply need a big beacon fire - the bigger the better - to mark a forthcoming alignment of the stars.
I need a special beacon fire constructed and lit at a site of power known as 'The Place of The Winds' before the month is out. It is a long way from here, as the hawk flies, but not so far for those able to travel by Omniportal.
A wizened figure, wrapped in grey rags and with a hood drawn over his face steps out of the trees, a short way ahead of Jacque. He is about the size of a halfling, and in one hand clutches a stick, upon which he seems to lean heavily.
Cultists in robes are gathered above Cardden on the rim of the hole - they have temporarily paralysed his shield-guardians with force magic. They glance down at him, and one of them speaks:
Db3's Narrator wrote:
Lk??? Who/what is Lk?
News arrives at a central command point of the arrival of the girl and elemental in the Bazaar and of their interest in the stars. Urgent discussions are held, and someone is dispatched straight away to the jewellers to buy the tiara which was set with a star, to leave an address with the jeweller, and to fortify and place an ambush at that address (where the tiara is to be kept) so that the elemental and girl can be interrogated as to what their business is, and any stars already in their possession checked for the one which is urgently needed.
A group of men and women move through the streets of the bazaar, searching for the shiny stars that some of the stall-holders have started selling recently. When they find one, they take out amulets pendulums, or other divining devices, and wave them over the star, before giving up with a snort of disgust or resigned sigh and moving on. Sometimes stall-holders insist that they buy stars before getting the divining tools out, and in such cases they do their best to find someone else to sell it on to, to recoup as much of the expense as possible, before moving on.
In a cellar of a property in the bazaar, a group of cultists are gathered to listen to a leader - a small, wizened, green-skinned figure, robed and hooded in grey, who stands on a podium improvised from several lashe together pallets at one end of the room.
Upon a telepathic signal, shared between the leaders of each group, they ready themselves to dive, swooping in and heading for the centre of the Eyrie.
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The items in question are not in the building; I don't know if a search of the Sanctum will turn up any other sabotage/items left by other guests. Once the servants expand their search radius to the grounds and surrounding area, they might locate them. These are very small pouches, hidden about half a mile out and well protected against magical detection. (See earlier posts for details). Once one is discovered (which may take some time) the temple defenders will know what they're looking for, and finding another one or two will give them an idea of the overall layout and so where else to look.
Then here is the information which you need, the hand which is not clutching the stick emerges from the robes, a roll of parchment in its grip. Names, maps, lists of allies and protectors. I am reluctant to sell out a fellow trafficker of dubious services, but to save my own skin.... Speaking of which, by your leave, I believe that I should be off to go and take cover in some deep hole, and leave you to it. If she finds out that I have done this, she will not be happy with me.
At length, the gypsies conclude their remote observations of the Sanctum, pack up camp, and move on, leaving behind only the ashes of the fire and the dozens of concealed pouches of heather placed at strategic locations in a rough circle of radius about half a mile out from the walls of the sanctum.
Here and there in the landscape around the Sanctum hidden under stones, or in scrub, are little leather pouches, made of some fiend hide, with twists of white heather in. A couple of them also contain coins featuring a sun-god, with the deity's face crudely marred.
A group of wandering gypsies bring their wagons to a halt a short distance from the walls of the sanctum. The menfolk are tall, lean, tanned, and have fierce expressions; the womenfolk are only occasionally glimpsed at the grimy windows of the wagons.