I apologize for my lack of posting. Things are... not good. I'll post tomorrow.
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Tirkala sighed, silently. It seemed no one was coming up... Time to get creative!
"Too bad we didn't find what we were looking for... I bet this journal we found would be of use to someone. So much information about the criminal underbelly... So, shall we get out of here and burn this place down? Just to send a message about how this is our turf now..." That should get some interest!
Tirkala looked at the documents Harrison uncovered, keeping up her ability to detect magic and trying to discern if any of them were magical. Just in case they turned out to be of use to her... er, just in case they needed protecting. Creak Tirkala's head shot up as soon as she heard it. She immediately began to signal to the others, using the system devised by Osk, that there was someone on the stairs. She also pointed to her eyes, clenched her fist, and made a semi-arcane gesture; she hoped they understood her message. Now, she just had to sound casual...
"We might want to bring these papers with us; our employer may want to see them. Anything else of value within this room?" Even as she spoke, she raised her hands, tensing and ready to unleash arcane magic as soon as someone came through the door.
Tirkala smiled, focusing on the necklace with her detect magic ability. "This would go nicely in my bed..." She whispers, hoping the others don't hear.
Tirkala hrmmed as she watched Harrison in action. "Is the key connected to the code in these notes? And are the keys to the rest elsewhere in here?"
Tirkala frowns as she looks at the papers. "There's a code hidden in this text. It may be related to why the guy was kidnapped. We should bring these with us. If we can't break it, maybe our employer has someone who can." She looks to the others. "Anything else?"
Tirkala doesn't even hesitate; she heads immediately for the bench with papers, giving the sink only a cursory look before turning to the papers instead. She examines them, trying to see if there is anything related to their objective in what is written or if the papers in any way look interesting.
Tirkala lets out a sigh of relief as nothing goes wrong. Then she nods and moves to follow Lucky as well, trying to be stealthy as she moves. She keeps her eyes open, looking all around them for magic and trying to identify it.
Is it bad that my first instinct for an obvious safe like that would be to find a way to store fire, and nothing but fire, inside?
And then Tirkala sees Martin begin to work on a lock. And now we get to find out if this place is going to explode or not.
It could also be that the trap wasn't made to destroy what it contains, but end doing so anyway due to the room full of magical items and items to make them (some of which may or may not be, themselves, explosive).
Tirkala hrmmed as she spotted all of the magical auras, looking at each. "We should be extremely careful in here. There is a lot of magical items in this room, and some of them might be alchemical. Others might enhance spellcasting. It would be very easy to have things go very, very wrong if we're not extremely careful."
Tirkala closes her eyes for a moment, muttering under her breath and gesturing, calling upon the magical energy in the air around them to flow through her and power her spell.
She then opens her eyes, focusing on maintaining the spell as she carefully looks around, trying to pick out any auras hiding in the room in addition to whatever else she can see. She also tries to quickly identify any magical auras she finds, as well as find out what they are attuned to.
Tirkala shakes her head and then points to the front windows. "No climbing. Those windows have some kind of cloth over them. It could be a security feature." She frowns. "I need to get closer to see more."
"I'll stay here, but keep an eye out for trouble." Tirkala smiled darkly. "But if you need magical assistance immediately, feel free to yell. If not an emergency, feel free to come and get me." For the moment, she looks at the building, trying to make out anyone moving around inside it.
Tirkala nods, standing, and follows the others out as she waves to the captain. I wonder if acid-melted faces of gang members will raise questions? Eh, I'm sure it'll work out...
Tirkala frowned as she considered what was said so far. "I have only one more question... was he kidnapped to get to one of his associates?"
Tirkala pursed her lips a moment. "I'm interested, but what's the collateral damage limit? Do you want us to leave the tannery intact, or is it acceptable if the place accidentally burned to the ground? I want to know in case there is a gang and they try something stupid." Fighting us would be pretty stupid, after all.
Tirkala blinked as she entered the room. It was not what she imagined. Huh... I always thought guard captains were roomed in large, dank dungeon rooms. And then she looked to the guard himself, trying to get a feel for his mood.
High up in the guard... I better make a good impression. She smiled at him, giving her most pleasant smile. "Thank you for your offer. I am fine. But it is good to see such a fine example of our city's stalwart and ever-vigilant watch is also such a gentleman. It shows quite well why our watch is so worthy of being respected by the common citizen and noble alike." Getting a watch captain to like all of us would be helpful. It might even make things easier with our tax agent problem.
I'm still here! Just dealing with some real life junk.
I was a tax preparer. You have no idea how much I'm enjoying not being the record keeper for once :P
Tirkala spends the time just talking with the patrons, assuring them everything is alright and that there was a simple mistake. She also tries to convince several of them to spend a bit more money and relax.
Bora's relatively close to Cedany, so I would need to know her room to place my own. And, Osk, I'm okay with you GMing ^^
I'm good with another taking over. What I know about Absalom could be written on the head of a needle, though.
It would be better to have them each have an actual room of their own, especially since that's how I wrote it up for them being woken up. Plus, I don't think anyone would be too happy about rooming with Tirkala. Someone likely to steal your money so she can sleep on it kinda makes for an inconvenient roommate :P
Martin, go for it ^^
"A raid? I'm game." Tirkala then blinks. "Wait, what are we raiding?"
Tirkala would also relay her information to the guards, including mentioning that Kealdwar had mentioned Cedany's father and her suspicion the guy was acting out a grudge against the father. After that, she would spend the morning smiling to customers, serving them drinks, chatting with a few... claiming to any asking questions that it's a matter they don't speak about to avoid embarrassing guests... and generally trying to make certain the place feels as though it's running normally. When a guard comes in asking for Osk, she glances to him and, upon determining he's not a threat, turns her attention back to customers.
Or that the forums have eaten posts. Eragar, please get to feeling better!
Tirkala frowned, then looked to Harrison, then back to Kealdwar. "I have one question for you... have you identified the sixth owner of this place yet? The one you didn't account for when trying to make certain everyone was here?" She then pulled out the same ingredients she used earlier to make Kealdwar's drink and made one for herself, stopping to give it a sip.
"This is actually quite good... Just enough spice. I have no idea why you didn't drink it." She looks to Cedany. "After this, can we craft a secret menu for special patrons? One that includes drinks we create ourselves while experimenting?"
That would explain why my rolls are always high for a couple days after I buy something...
I also think it is hilarious that we already are like a "family" at a holiday dinner. Crazy uncle Martin just slapped the local asshat and now half the family is shaking its head and the other half is chuckling behind their hands. Bwahahaha! I think this sums it up perfectly!
Okay. Just, the tone of the posts had me wondering a bit. Some it seems to be a bit personal, and that always worries me. I've seen good groups permanently destroyed by it getting personal.
Guys, why are we getting into an OOC conflict about this? It's just a game. Tirkala has been messing with the guy a bit ever since he arrived, but she has been doing it under the guise of just being a regular employee... and, for the most part, it's just her messing with the mind of someone who massively irritates her. Though, she does see the slap as going too far... that might be assault, and might get Martin arrested.
Tirkala relaxed the moment the guard spoke up. Well, this is even better. May have the guy arrested. And then Martin slapped him, causing her jaw to drop. "Martin! By seven tax collectors roasting on a devil's spit... why did you do that? There was no need to slap him!" Oh holy crap... this ism going to make things difficult!
Tirkala is not helping any... She's trying to both make the tax collector feel like an idiot and goad him into accepting Martin's challenge.
Tirkala sighed, shifted her hands back to normal, then looked out to Kealdwar.
"M'lord, have you accounted for where the sixth owner is yet? The other serving girls tell me that woman has a rather draconic temper and that she once chased a customer out of here while holding gravy and shouting it was time for a roast." Tirkala smiled, though tried to make it nervous. "They even say she's a dragon in disguise! She frightens me, m'lord!" And I might have just started a rumor that I'm a dragon in disguise. It scares me how easily I come up with these things.
And then she looks to Martin and tries her best to act like she's trembling, before she looks to the tax agent. "M'lord, don't do it! I once saw him beat a customer into submission! Using their own fists! While singing a song about doing a day's work! And he sang it off-key just to torment them further!" She tried not to smile as she said the next bit. "No one would blame you for taking the coward's way out! He is such a beast in a fight, m'lord!" I bet that'll have him accepting the challenge!
"The crate idea is still on the table..." Tirkala whispers to Mael with a wink.
Tirkala smiled to what Kealdwar said. "As you wish, m'lord. Just remember that if you need me, it was you who sent me out of the room."
On her way out, she grins. I swear, this hateful little man is just too easy to fool. She waits just outside the room, leaning up against the wall and examining her nails. She quickly shifts them to claw form and continues to examine them, this time with more interest. Right now, she's just enjoying not having to deal with him.
Eragar, that would have been hilarious!
Tirkala looked to Cedany once the woman returned. "M'lady, shall I get some breakfast for yourself, m'lords, and our guests?" She smiles. "I can also retrieve anything you wish brought to help with the morning."
Anyone else think this tax collector is in for a rough time once he sips his drink?
Walk fast, Osk! Walk fast! Tirkala may have spiked the tax collector's drink a wee bit with something...
Tirkala raised an eyebrow at the man's request. Oh, I think you'll find this quite expensive. She then smiled. "Of course, m'lord. Our most expensive drink coming right up!"
She then grabbed a bottle of wine and some ale, filling a glass halfway with each, before putting them away to pull out a jar of spice; she couldn't remember what it was called, but it made the tongue feel like it's on fire. She added a single spoon of it, thought a moment, and then added three more before stirring the alcohol and spice concoction until the spice faded.
"Our most expensive drink! The one who created the recipe claims it's a dwarven concoction designed to keep you warm. It's called," she quickly switched to Dwarven for the name of the drink. "Fire Pants Sorrow." Then, she switched back to Common. "People do not order it very often, and it's not on our menu. One of our secret drinks most people don't know about, given to very special or elite customers by their request. Most wealthy customers prefer our finest drink instead, but I must admire a customer with a truly refined palette who does not go for the more common preference." I wonder if he will go for saving face by drinking it anyway, or order our finest drink?
Er, I hope I didn't cross a line with my post >.>
Tirkala cursed at hearing the pounding. Okay, now what is going on? She got up quietly, got dressed, and sighed as she stepped out into the hall, spotting Cedany. Eh, why not? I'm bored anyway. She quietly followed Cedany out, then frowned as she opened the door and heard who was speaking. Well, he's here early. Sounds to me like he thinks he has something. Maybe I could... Then she remembered the conversation with Harrison. No. I'll be a good girl this time. Then she smiled as Cedany mentioned rousing the others. I better keep an eye on him.
"M'lady, shall I tend to our guests while you get the other owners? I can make certain they have all they need to be comfortable. I know I am just a humble servant and not up to the task of serving a nobleman, but I shall endeavor to do my best to make up for my lowly station." As she spoke, she reached up to ostensibly rub hair out of her eye, using only one finger above the eye and one below. It was her signalling that she is using deception.
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