Jul 2, 2022 7:39 pm
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Chapter 1 - Summer
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Jul 8, 2022 10:16 pm
~ The Queen's Road, North of the Capital ~
Baron Gauthier Regnard, emissary and diplomat from the court of the Duke of Strif, screams from from his hijacked carriage--his round, red face visible, bouncing up and down, hanging from the lavish vehicles window as he cries, "HELP!"
"MOTHER of Mercies, Save my LIFE!"
The carriage speeds down the Queen's Road, a dark woodland in the distance, drawing nearer. The air is filled with the sounds of hooves on dirt and stone, the twang of crossbow strings, and the creak and squeal of axel and leather "shocks" pushed to their limits.
The 6 highway men--1 driving, a few clinging on, and a couple riding beside at break-neck speed, all wearing black masks covering their lower faces--keep looking behind at the four Gold Coats eating their dust but gaining ground in the chase!
A burly highwayman, clinging to the side of the carriage leans forward and shouts at the driver--"Faster you Mother forgotten son! I told you they were bloody coats. Faa-STER!"
The camera zooms back, and we pace with our heroes, slightly obscured by the heavy road dust--four Gold Coats!
What do we see; what mode of ground travel have our heroes acquired or "borrowed" for this chase? Did someone nab a horse that was tied outside the inn where the chase began? Does anyone have a mount the own? Is it a "borrowed" wagon?! And more importantly, how will they save this poor diplomat from the fate that's befallen him?!
O.K., we're gonna handle this as Dramatic Task, not a chase. Two Rounds with 10 successes needed (I know, it's a tough one to start). The stakes are: if the DT is lost, the carriage will surely escape and our heroes will need to resort to tracking down the carriage in other ways if they choose to pursue further.
I'm new to dealing cards in Gamersplane.com, so let's imagine a table with Elaine, Sans Visage, Aloys, and Issac in that order (it's how you appear on the characters roll on game page).
So, please be as narrative as you want, with consideration to your companions. Most skills can surely work, if you can fit it narratively into this scene! After you make your rolls, please feel free to interpret your results and post again right after to narrate your success or failure! It's your narrative! If you'd prefer to have GM narrate the success or failure for you just OOC comment in your roll that you're "open to resolution"--this is essentially what I do at In Person table play.
Again, draw order is
- Elaine
- Sans Visage
- Aloys
- Issac
Baron Gauthier Regnard, emissary and diplomat from the court of the Duke of Strif, screams from from his hijacked carriage--his round, red face visible, bouncing up and down, hanging from the lavish vehicles window as he cries, "HELP!"
"MOTHER of Mercies, Save my LIFE!"
The carriage speeds down the Queen's Road, a dark woodland in the distance, drawing nearer. The air is filled with the sounds of hooves on dirt and stone, the twang of crossbow strings, and the creak and squeal of axel and leather "shocks" pushed to their limits.
The 6 highway men--1 driving, a few clinging on, and a couple riding beside at break-neck speed, all wearing black masks covering their lower faces--keep looking behind at the four Gold Coats eating their dust but gaining ground in the chase!
A burly highwayman, clinging to the side of the carriage leans forward and shouts at the driver--"Faster you Mother forgotten son! I told you they were bloody coats. Faa-STER!"
The camera zooms back, and we pace with our heroes, slightly obscured by the heavy road dust--four Gold Coats!
What do we see; what mode of ground travel have our heroes acquired or "borrowed" for this chase? Did someone nab a horse that was tied outside the inn where the chase began? Does anyone have a mount the own? Is it a "borrowed" wagon?! And more importantly, how will they save this poor diplomat from the fate that's befallen him?!
OOC:
As I said, in medias res. O.K., we're gonna handle this as Dramatic Task, not a chase. Two Rounds with 10 successes needed (I know, it's a tough one to start). The stakes are: if the DT is lost, the carriage will surely escape and our heroes will need to resort to tracking down the carriage in other ways if they choose to pursue further.
I'm new to dealing cards in Gamersplane.com, so let's imagine a table with Elaine, Sans Visage, Aloys, and Issac in that order (it's how you appear on the characters roll on game page).
So, please be as narrative as you want, with consideration to your companions. Most skills can surely work, if you can fit it narratively into this scene! After you make your rolls, please feel free to interpret your results and post again right after to narrate your success or failure! It's your narrative! If you'd prefer to have GM narrate the success or failure for you just OOC comment in your roll that you're "open to resolution"--this is essentially what I do at In Person table play.
Again, draw order is
- Elaine
- Sans Visage
- Aloys
- Issac
Deck Draws
Round 1/2, Dramatic Task - Carriage Chase
Jul 8, 2022 11:43 pm
OOC:
Oh also, the DT cards aren't an action order, really--just for looking for complications caused by Clubs!
Jul 9, 2022 4:43 am
OOC:
Ooh, I never actually performed a Dramatic Task in SWADE before! Do correct me if I make a mistake."Please don't throw me off," the woman whispers despondently under her breath, clutching the reigns for dear life and trying to subtly slow the animal down - both for the sake of her health, and to avoid accidentally attracting attention of the fellow Coats to her behavior. Sword skills she could fake, but horse riding was harder. "I know I borrowed you from that nice inkeeper, but I promise I'll bring you back and even give you some... grass. Carrots? Whatever you eat."
The horse, clearly sensing that he bears an inexperienced rider, neighs at her and bucks, causing both of them to immediately be caught in the cloud of dust left by the others, inciting a coughing fit from Elaine. But at least the hooved beast is not moving as fast now, and the woman actually manages to look around without fearing an immediate loss of balance and subsequent meeting with the ground.
She does have an alternate plan. She had it since they took off, but she didn't operate well under duress, and horses clearly were one of the greatest source of duress in the world. But now, while her companions chase the carriage down the road, now Elaine can finally do something she is good at - that is, solve the problem by using her knowledge. No road in the country was ever straight; and every route can be changed. These lands were just around the capital, she travelled them for three years now - Elaine is sure that she knows a shortcut or two...
OOC:
Trying to find an alternative route to cut the carriage off, I guess? Not sure what she'll do if she succeeds, maybe spook their horses... Thankfully, the inkeeper's stallion decides to agree with Elaine for once, and after a tug on his reigns charges off road, onto an overgrown path leading to the ruins of the watermill. The jump he makes to get onto the planks of the pathway - or perhaps it'd me more fitting to call it a bridge? - steals her breath away and makes her cling to his neck again, but they are certainly closing up on the carriage. Now she has to quickly think on what she is planning to do once they return to the road...
OOC:
Is this acceptable for a result?Last edited July 9, 2022 4:57 am
Rolls
Common Knowledge: d8 - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (2) = 2
Jul 9, 2022 8:51 am
Sans rides fast in hot pursuit, pushing the old plough horse he confiscated from an astonished farmer to its limit. Come on, old fellow... you pulled a heavy plough for years, surely you can manage this speed... right?
His eyes dart to the dust of cloud ahead, the carriage. His target. It mustn't get away... we must find a way to stop it. But how?...
He considers the two masked horse riders acting as wingmen to the carriage, and those clinging to the carriage itself. They want the Baron alive. For blackmailing purposes, most likely...
Then he monitors each of his companions. Good, Elaine is trying to cut them off. That girl rides... strangely.
He focuses on what's ahead of them, when a possible solution comes into view beyond a bend in the Queen's Road. Haystacks. And where there is hay, there usually is...
A Pitchfork!! he thinks in elation, seeing one sticking out of a haystack, not too far from the right edge of the road. That should stop that carriage alright, if I can jam its sturdy handle in one of the wheels, right through the spokes!
Now, if I could just grab that without losing too much speed... do you think we can do it, old fellow? he thinks patting the horse neck in encouragement.
He leads the horse to the right edge of the road, gets the reins sturdily in his gloved left hand, to free up his right one, extending it for the grab...
...YES! he exults, as his hand grips firmly around the pitchfork handle, lifting it up horizontally and securing it between his forearm and his torso, like a medieval jousting knight preparing for a charge.
Following steps might be:
-a Riding roll to catch up to the carriage,
-possibly a Fighting roll to get one of the wingmen riders to let him approach,
-then a Strength roll to jam the handle of the pitchfork through the spokes of the carriage wheel?
His eyes dart to the dust of cloud ahead, the carriage. His target. It mustn't get away... we must find a way to stop it. But how?...
He considers the two masked horse riders acting as wingmen to the carriage, and those clinging to the carriage itself. They want the Baron alive. For blackmailing purposes, most likely...
Then he monitors each of his companions. Good, Elaine is trying to cut them off. That girl rides... strangely.
He focuses on what's ahead of them, when a possible solution comes into view beyond a bend in the Queen's Road. Haystacks. And where there is hay, there usually is...
A Pitchfork!! he thinks in elation, seeing one sticking out of a haystack, not too far from the right edge of the road. That should stop that carriage alright, if I can jam its sturdy handle in one of the wheels, right through the spokes!
Now, if I could just grab that without losing too much speed... do you think we can do it, old fellow? he thinks patting the horse neck in encouragement.
He leads the horse to the right edge of the road, gets the reins sturdily in his gloved left hand, to free up his right one, extending it for the grab...
...YES! he exults, as his hand grips firmly around the pitchfork handle, lifting it up horizontally and securing it between his forearm and his torso, like a medieval jousting knight preparing for a charge.
OOC:
as a first step to his plan, I am rolling an Agility test to grab the pitchfork while riding.Following steps might be:
-a Riding roll to catch up to the carriage,
-possibly a Fighting roll to get one of the wingmen riders to let him approach,
-then a Strength roll to jam the handle of the pitchfork through the spokes of the carriage wheel?
Last edited July 9, 2022 8:55 am
Rolls
Agility - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (5) = 5
Jul 9, 2022 5:12 pm
The young, small man rides alongside his other Gold Coats, riding low and fast in the saddle. Aloys was a scrawny man, having grown up poor and destitute, but what he lacked in size he instead made up with courage. He was still shaking a bit of the tipsy, heady feeling he had at the tavern before borrowing a young noble's horse to catch up with his comrades.
"Brilliant idea Elaine! Good show!" Aloys shouted, a dangerous grin on his face. "I'll try to get close and distract them." Being lighter than most of his comrades, he would tuck low and push the horse that much harder to try and close the distance. The horse began to speed up, getting closer to the bandits and thugs that were holding the baron in custody.
"Brilliant idea Elaine! Good show!" Aloys shouted, a dangerous grin on his face. "I'll try to get close and distract them." Being lighter than most of his comrades, he would tuck low and push the horse that much harder to try and close the distance. The horse began to speed up, getting closer to the bandits and thugs that were holding the baron in custody.
Rolls
Riding - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (5) = 5
Jul 9, 2022 7:33 pm
OOC:
to stand a chance in this tough Dramatic Task (10 successes in 2 rounds), I will spend a Benny to reroll and see if Sans Visage can get a Raise.At present, after we all rolled, it's looking like:
Round 1of2 - Successes: 3of10
No luck.
Oh wait, one character is still missing a roll for this round! Fingers crossed.
Last edited July 9, 2022 7:40 pm
Rolls
Agility - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (2) = 2
Jul 9, 2022 8:18 pm
OOC:
Oh, you're right, we aren't going to be able to do this without raises. Even if we all succeed in both rounds, we still need two extra... Does anyone have ideas for that?I can try to spin something with Common Knowledge in relation to the baron, which will get +2 from my Edge and will have a better chance for a raise on d8+2.
Last edited July 9, 2022 8:19 pm
Jul 9, 2022 10:55 pm
OOC:
sorry y'all, busy with family stuff most of today, will post in a little bit when I have a chance to finally sit down. I agree that anything that gives us positive modifiers to acquire raises owuld be best. I'll probs try using my Athletics or Taunt.Jul 9, 2022 11:09 pm
OOC:
Quote:
OOC:Is this acceptable for a result?
Sans Visage - *Twang - Twang - Thhhwip* Crossbow bolts whistle past you, shot by the jostled highwaymen. You'd be able to see them cranking to reload as you ride on, pitchfork at the ready.
Aloys - I imagine your horse blowing hard as you're gaining! One of the "wingmen" reigns his mount in, falling back toward you. A flash of light as he whips his rapier from its sheath. His brows furrow over his mask as he continues to fall back to align with you.
[ +- ] Dramatic Task
Round 1: 3/10, so far
The carriage briefly rides on one wheel as it navigates a tight turn, then crashes back down. The driver whips the horses harder.
Jul 10, 2022 2:33 am
Isaac hates horses. It probably came from watching one kick a local stable boy so viciously in the head that the boy's head quite literally exploded. Issac was 7. His sister on the other hand was quite keen towards them, giving them pretty names and all the good apples when they were able to scrounge some up. Quite the equastrian too, she had done a few fanciful tricks during their performances. Suffice to say, Issac was always tense during those moments, at the ready to both save his sister and beat the horse to death were anything to happen to her.
A shame she wasn't the one riding now, as he and his companions sped towards the carriage. He probably should've expected riding horses as a required skill, along with swordsmanship and derring-do, when signing up with the Gold Coats, but hoped he'd get to it later then sooner. He saw Elaine having the same trepidation as him as she made her way around the bend up ahead. Sans and Aloys seemed to be doing well though and catching up with the brigands!
Issac shook his head, erasing the memories and fear, focusing on the mission instead. He was able to talk his way into acquiring a horse from a stable boy in exchange for performing at the boy's birthday next week (a gig he was seriously considering taking, as apparently his employers don't offer much in the way of compensation). The horse was thankfully calm and quick, but Issac's inexperience on it was slowing him down. He'd have a tough time catching up to all three but could at least shout some words of encouragement towards them along the way.
Any actor wanting to make it big had to start somewhere, and that meant cutting their teeth on any number of world-famous playwright Gilliam Makesphere's renowned plays (Roland & Jillian, A Late Winters Morning's Awakening, King Larry, Hambone, etc). And All-Maker knows, Isabela and he would work on those plays day and night. Makesphere had a litany of famous quotes, including one he thinks would rouse his fellow compatriots.
With gusto, he exclaimed "Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt. Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them!"
A shame she wasn't the one riding now, as he and his companions sped towards the carriage. He probably should've expected riding horses as a required skill, along with swordsmanship and derring-do, when signing up with the Gold Coats, but hoped he'd get to it later then sooner. He saw Elaine having the same trepidation as him as she made her way around the bend up ahead. Sans and Aloys seemed to be doing well though and catching up with the brigands!
Issac shook his head, erasing the memories and fear, focusing on the mission instead. He was able to talk his way into acquiring a horse from a stable boy in exchange for performing at the boy's birthday next week (a gig he was seriously considering taking, as apparently his employers don't offer much in the way of compensation). The horse was thankfully calm and quick, but Issac's inexperience on it was slowing him down. He'd have a tough time catching up to all three but could at least shout some words of encouragement towards them along the way.
Any actor wanting to make it big had to start somewhere, and that meant cutting their teeth on any number of world-famous playwright Gilliam Makesphere's renowned plays (Roland & Jillian, A Late Winters Morning's Awakening, King Larry, Hambone, etc). And All-Maker knows, Isabela and he would work on those plays day and night. Makesphere had a litany of famous quotes, including one he thinks would rouse his fellow compatriots.
With gusto, he exclaimed "Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt. Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and others have greatness thrust upon them!"
Last edited July 10, 2022 3:56 am
Rolls
Performance - (1d8, RA)
(6) = 6
Performance (Wild die) - (1d6, RA)
(3) = 3
Performance - (1d6, RA)
(3) = 3
Performance (Wild die) - (1d6, RA)
(5) = 5
Jul 10, 2022 2:36 am
OOC:
Screwed up, have a d6 instead of d8 in Performance. Still spent the benny. Ugh, well, first roll it is. +1 success to DTLast edited July 10, 2022 2:45 am
Rolls
Performance (Benny) - (1d8, RA)
(1) = 1
Performance (Benny) - (1d6, RA)
(2) = 2
Performance (Benny) - (1d6, RA)
(2) = 2
Performance (Wild die) - (1d6, RA)
(2) = 2
Jul 10, 2022 4:09 pm
Issac - Your rousing lines are punctuated *ping* or a crossbow bolt bouncing off one of your horse's saddle buckles. The forest looms nearer, as the chase continues. A group of farmers looks up from their fields, watching the curious procession speed by. The horses pulling the carriage begin to lather.
The Baron still hangs from the carriage window--"I shall NOT be treated like this! I demand this farce end at ONCE!" This earns him a smack in the mouth from the gloved hand of one of his kidnappers.
Not many yard to the forest now...
- Elaine
- Sans Visage
- Aloys
- Issac
OOC:
In addition to your success, we'll treat your Performance as a Support roll! To whom shall this +1 go, for their next action?!The Baron still hangs from the carriage window--"I shall NOT be treated like this! I demand this farce end at ONCE!" This earns him a smack in the mouth from the gloved hand of one of his kidnappers.
Not many yard to the forest now...
OOC:
Again, draw order is- Elaine
- Sans Visage
- Aloys
- Issac
Deck Draws
Round 2/2, Dramatic Task (4/10 success) - Carriage
Jul 10, 2022 5:27 pm
OOC:
as Isaac decides what setback plagued him, I will attempt a multi action for Sans. Seems the only way I can reach that blasted carriage and try to stop it. Riding-2 to catch up and dodge the brigands, followed by Strength -2 to try jam the wheel. I will use the +1 support from Isaac on the riding for a final -1 totalExpect plenty of Benny spending!
He spurs the horse with a "Get 'em, old boy!" and picks up the pace, trying to zigzag towards the fleeing carriage to offer a harder target to the bowmen.
The old boy must also be responding to Isaac's verses and seek the same greatness, because he makes quick work of the distance separating them from the Baron carriage!
Turning the pitchfork in his hands so it points handle-side first, he manoeuvres next to the back left wheel of the carriage and times his jamming action with care... He leans down and jabs strongly in between the spokes!
"For the Queen!!"
OOC:
amazingly, the daring manoeuvre did not require spending bennies! Our Isaac's performance was the stuff of legend... Leaving to the GM to decide how the carriage reacts to the jam.
Last edited July 10, 2022 5:44 pm
Rolls
Riding multiaction - (1d4-1, 1d6-1, RA)
1d4-1 : (442) - 1 = 9
1d6-1 : (3) - 1 = 2
Strength jamming multi action - (1d6-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d6-2 : (3) - 2 = 1
1d6-2 : (64) - 2 = 8
Jul 10, 2022 6:19 pm
OOC:
@Sans, it is not I but rather the Bhard who inspires us! I was gonna roll a d4 for the +1 you but all yours good sir!
OOC:
GM, let me know if you'd like me to roll Riding or Athletics, at -2, or if the slow down is enough of a complication (maybe an extra turn or round to get there)Last edited July 10, 2022 6:20 pm
Jul 10, 2022 8:13 pm
One of the riders begins to fall back with Aloys, bringing a wide grin to his face. Drawing his own blade, he prepared to strike and joust from atop his horse.
"I'll have you know, you spineless bastard, that I'm actually quite good at this!" Aloys was not quite good at this. Being from the streets of the metropolitan, he had the barest experience riding a horse but had quickly learned a novice's amount in his time since his service. It showed in the way the horse bounced his sword arm, as he sought to strike the man away from the carriage so that he and Sans could clearly close in.
"I'll have you know, you spineless bastard, that I'm actually quite good at this!" Aloys was not quite good at this. Being from the streets of the metropolitan, he had the barest experience riding a horse but had quickly learned a novice's amount in his time since his service. It showed in the way the horse bounced his sword arm, as he sought to strike the man away from the carriage so that he and Sans could clearly close in.
OOC:
I will use a Benny to try and reroll. I am also hoping that my Jealousy flaw will come into play here somewhat. I am obviously the best swordsman that ever was and fighting from on top of a horse means nothing to me!OOC:
One more time...Last edited July 10, 2022 8:16 pm
Rolls
Fighting While Horseback - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (3) = 3
Fighting (Benny Reroll) - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (1) = 1
Fighting (This Time With FEELING) - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (2) = 2
Jul 10, 2022 9:51 pm
Sans - The pitchfork jammed in the spokes causes the wheel to lock with a loud *SMACK*. The carriage fishtails, as only one wheel continues to spin. The jolt sends one of the highwaymen flying, smashing the bandit's head against a tree.
A tremble and a bounce and the pitch fork *SNAPS*. The wheel spins again, but now it wobbles to-and-fro, much of the carriages momentum lost. The forest...just dozens of yards away!Issac - You'd see that all the bowmen on the carriage are clinging for dear life, as a result of Sans' stunt.So, a Complication (Club) means any roll you make this round is at -2--and if you fail the roll the whole task fails! You can always choose not to roll in these situations. Here you could at least save your attempt for last as if Elaine gets 2 successes you all are successful!Aloys - The highwayman, keeping pace with you smiles (at least it looks like he is based on his brow and eyes!). He deftly knocks your rapier aside, and gives a thrust of his own.
The leaves in the trees ahead flutter in a strong breeze. The dappled dark of the forest grows closer.
A tremble and a bounce and the pitch fork *SNAPS*. The wheel spins again, but now it wobbles to-and-fro, much of the carriages momentum lost. The forest...just dozens of yards away!
OOC:
Dramatic Task is at 8/10 w/ Sans' two four successes!OOC:
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GM, let me know if you'd like me to roll Riding or Athletics, at -2, or if the slow down is enough of a complication (maybe an extra turn or round to get there)OOC:
Aloys, take a Benny!The leaves in the trees ahead flutter in a strong breeze. The dappled dark of the forest grows closer.
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uh-oh ... Did we just get our first crit fail?! 😬OOC:
We did! Give yourself a Benny back Aloys--crit fail shuts down any further attempts at rolling, so the second benny spending should be ignored!Jul 10, 2022 10:02 pm
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Gulp, I'll hold off and wait for Elaine then. No pressure Elaine, you got this!👍👍Last edited July 10, 2022 10:03 pm
Jul 10, 2022 10:23 pm
OOC:
Sorry I hogged the +1 Support from Isaac, folks--with the desperate multi action, I felt I much needed it!Last edited July 10, 2022 10:24 pm
Jul 12, 2022 8:16 pm
Dr_B says:
OOC:
Sorry I hogged the +1 Support from Isaac, folks--with the desperate multi action, I felt I much needed it!OOC:
It was a beautiful multi-action with beautiful outcome!Jul 12, 2022 8:48 pm
Dunko says:
Dr_B says:
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Sorry I hogged the +1 Support from Isaac, folks--with the desperate multi action, I felt I much needed it!OOC:
It was a beautiful multi-action with beautiful outcome!OOC:
Agreed!Last edited July 12, 2022 8:48 pm
Jul 13, 2022 1:48 am
OOC:
No pressure, you say. Sure. :'DI decided to go with multi-action after seeing Sans being amazing.
The last stretch of distance to the road is covered by a mighty leap by the horse - unprompted, she must say, - a few spooked farmers and a rough landing which almost results in Elaine launching out of the saddle. A rather risky maneuver, considering absolute chaos currently happening to and around the carriage, but surprisingly effective. She momentary holds her breath as her mount sharply turns and neighs at the highwaymen's horses - if she didn't know better, Elaine would say that the horse is enjoying this whole ordeal.
Once she restores her bearings and wisely decides that involving herself in a battle would be the least effective action she could take, Elaine instead urges the stallion to get closer to the carriage and gallop alongside it. With the highwaymen distracted by both the vehicle's shaky movement and Aloys's duel with one of theirs, it is just enough cover for her to get level with the carriage window and attract attention of the baron.
"Your Lordship!" She calls to the man, trying to seem very much in control of situation, all the while silently wishing for the bandits to be too afraid to reload their weapons. "You are from Strif, correct? Strif vehicles always have a fail-safe! Or a fatal flaw, depending on who you ask, but it is neither here nor-" The carriage weaves, and Elaine hurriedly gets to the point: "I need you to hit the floor as hard as you can when I tell you! Trust me, monsieur, I ask you by the name of de Valien!"
Whether the baron heard her or not, Elaine then tries to make her horse speed up and draws her blade. There is a story behind how she discovered this particular weakness of Strif-made vehicles, actually - a story which involved a family trip, drunk Ludovic and her own unquenchable interest in experimentation; and it's not something someone who doesn't ride in carriages or drive them often would know, so it has element of surprise. But if the carriage is not from Strif, or if it is a newer model, or if the highwaymen actually knew of it... "Let's see if this works," she murmurs dejectedly, and then yells "Now, Baron!" while striking with her blade at the splinter bar. If she is correct, then physics will do the rest, dislodging the frame...
OOC:
Yes, it's the construction-flaw-ex-machina!My justification for Aristocrat applying in the second case is a bit shaky, but... a noble would be familiar with carriages, right? XD
Edit: that went better than expected. :0
Last edited July 13, 2022 1:57 am
Rolls
Persuasion: d6 + Aristocrat - MA - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (63) = 9
Common Knowledge: d8 + Aristocrat - MA - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (82) = 10
1d6 : (61) = 7
Jul 13, 2022 1:35 pm
Elaine ~ The red faced baron clings to his seat inside the carriage. He nods enthusiastically at your shouted instructions. As you shout "Now, Baron," he shuts his eyes, makes the sign of the clock and throws his considerable weight on the floor of the carriage compartment.
A sharp *CRACK* and the doubly reinforced frame (implemented out of paranoia surrounding clockwork infernal devices) gives.
The floor falls out. The carriage continues speeding along into the forest, sans occupant, floor, and seating. The highwaymen are too distracted from trying to cling to the carriage, or, in the case of the driver, regain control, that they don't even seem to notice what has transpired.
The baron lays belly down in the middle of the road. The dust of the chase settles around him. He looks up with anger in his eyes.
Baron Gauthier Regnard
"This is an OUT-rage!" He pushes the carriage seat off his back. "Banditry--KIDNAPPING!--on a royal road! Shame on the queen and her house if she cannot protect her realm!"
The Baron climbs to his feet, dusting himself off, and looking around at the scene.
What does he see? What are you each doing? Surely it won't be long 'fore the bandits notice they no longer transport the baron!
OOC:
Success!A sharp *CRACK* and the doubly reinforced frame (implemented out of paranoia surrounding clockwork infernal devices) gives.
The floor falls out. The carriage continues speeding along into the forest, sans occupant, floor, and seating. The highwaymen are too distracted from trying to cling to the carriage, or, in the case of the driver, regain control, that they don't even seem to notice what has transpired.
The baron lays belly down in the middle of the road. The dust of the chase settles around him. He looks up with anger in his eyes.
Baron Gauthier Regnard
"This is an OUT-rage!" He pushes the carriage seat off his back. "Banditry--KIDNAPPING!--on a royal road! Shame on the queen and her house if she cannot protect her realm!"
The Baron climbs to his feet, dusting himself off, and looking around at the scene.
What does he see? What are you each doing? Surely it won't be long 'fore the bandits notice they no longer transport the baron!
Jul 14, 2022 6:39 pm
"Oh no!" Aloys shouts as his blade flies out of his hand, a look of pure anger spreading across his face. "Do you know how expensive that blade was, you motherless bastard!"
It was at that moment that there was the sudden crash from up ahead, a plume of dust rising out from the seat as the baron came out from the bottom of the carriage like a newborn baby boy. The distraction had caused Aloys to rear back on his horse, his assailant eagerly galloping away with their momentary victory. Turning his horse around, he would move back towards the road where his sword sat sticking out of the dirt. With a face flushed red from embarrassment, he would pluck it out of the ground and turn around to join the others.
The brown-spotted mare trots up with a small man upon hit, his face red with sweat and embarassment as he desperately tries to clean the mud and gunk off of it with the bottom tip of his coat. Looking down at the Baron, he would hop off of his horse and sweep a hand through the messy array of red hair upon it.
"Our deepest apologies, my lord. For your dignity, we shall find out where they are laired and cut them down." His voice is soft and light, betraying his young age. He offers a hand to the nobleman and, regardless if his hand was taken or not, does his best to dislodge any other dirt that sullies his person. "We cannot wait here for too long, however. Your would-be kidnappers are likely going to soon learn of your brilliant escape."
It was at that moment that there was the sudden crash from up ahead, a plume of dust rising out from the seat as the baron came out from the bottom of the carriage like a newborn baby boy. The distraction had caused Aloys to rear back on his horse, his assailant eagerly galloping away with their momentary victory. Turning his horse around, he would move back towards the road where his sword sat sticking out of the dirt. With a face flushed red from embarrassment, he would pluck it out of the ground and turn around to join the others.
The brown-spotted mare trots up with a small man upon hit, his face red with sweat and embarassment as he desperately tries to clean the mud and gunk off of it with the bottom tip of his coat. Looking down at the Baron, he would hop off of his horse and sweep a hand through the messy array of red hair upon it.
"Our deepest apologies, my lord. For your dignity, we shall find out where they are laired and cut them down." His voice is soft and light, betraying his young age. He offers a hand to the nobleman and, regardless if his hand was taken or not, does his best to dislodge any other dirt that sullies his person. "We cannot wait here for too long, however. Your would-be kidnappers are likely going to soon learn of your brilliant escape."
Jul 14, 2022 9:05 pm
Aloys ~ The baron scrunches his face at you--a look of disdain that says would this peasant dare touch me?!
Baron Regnard looks Aloys up and down, squinting, pulls a kerchief from his sleeve and blots at his forehead. Then speaks to Aloys.
"What is this? What are you? A child? No wonder this realm is in such disrepair. What say you boy; were you milking your father's cow but a week past?"
The baron chuckles to himself as he looks about at the other Gold Coats. He then squints down the road at the still speeding highwaymen--they've now reached the forest and are soon to be out of sight beyond its foliage.
Baron Regnard looks Aloys up and down, squinting, pulls a kerchief from his sleeve and blots at his forehead. Then speaks to Aloys.
Baron Gauthier Regnard
"What is this? What are you? A child? No wonder this realm is in such disrepair. What say you boy; were you milking your father's cow but a week past?"
The baron chuckles to himself as he looks about at the other Gold Coats. He then squints down the road at the still speeding highwaymen--they've now reached the forest and are soon to be out of sight beyond its foliage.
Jul 15, 2022 4:16 am
Aloys ponders the question posed by the Baron for just a moment, his face consternated a degree as he thought it over.
"Not one for the countryside, my lord, though the women out here are much heartier than back in the cities. Everything seems bigger out here." The subtle jab was hidden behind a well-intentioned smile, as he turns towards the others. "Should we escort the good baron back to his home or pursue? What do you all think?"
"Not one for the countryside, my lord, though the women out here are much heartier than back in the cities. Everything seems bigger out here." The subtle jab was hidden behind a well-intentioned smile, as he turns towards the others. "Should we escort the good baron back to his home or pursue? What do you all think?"
Jul 15, 2022 7:12 am
Elaina struggles to halt her horse from following the carriage, the stallion clearly getting invested in the chase, but after some efforts she finally managed to turn him around and return to where Aloys and the baron are conversing - even if this exchange doesn't exactly fit the term's polite connotations.
"Are you alright, Your Lordship?" She doesn't dismount, as her dignity wouldn't survive trying to climb a house in full view of the others later, and instead opts for offering him a polite half-bow straight from the horseback. Simultaneously she tries to discreetly wipe away her own sweat and straighten her golden scarf, mitigating her disheveled appearance - only until the bandits appear again, probably, but she can't just ignore it. Maybe she should start wearing a ponytail, then her hair wouldn't be such a mess each time...
She winces at hearing Regnard's comment about Aloys; honestly, Elaine knows by heart that most of the nobles are rather unnecessarily rude and unfair, but does he have to immediately insult the people who saved him? The absolute gall and lack of self-preservation! He certainly could take some lessons from the old tales of knighthood, and at least try to pretend to be thankful.
"Would you like us to escort you back to your entourage?" Elaina finally questions, her tone carefully neutral. "It would be unwise to stay here for much longer."
"Are you alright, Your Lordship?" She doesn't dismount, as her dignity wouldn't survive trying to climb a house in full view of the others later, and instead opts for offering him a polite half-bow straight from the horseback. Simultaneously she tries to discreetly wipe away her own sweat and straighten her golden scarf, mitigating her disheveled appearance - only until the bandits appear again, probably, but she can't just ignore it. Maybe she should start wearing a ponytail, then her hair wouldn't be such a mess each time...
She winces at hearing Regnard's comment about Aloys; honestly, Elaine knows by heart that most of the nobles are rather unnecessarily rude and unfair, but does he have to immediately insult the people who saved him? The absolute gall and lack of self-preservation! He certainly could take some lessons from the old tales of knighthood, and at least try to pretend to be thankful.
"Would you like us to escort you back to your entourage?" Elaina finally questions, her tone carefully neutral. "It would be unwise to stay here for much longer."
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Jul 15, 2022 2:10 pm
Issac gives a shout and raises his fist in the air, as he sees the carriage break, the baron drop, and the bandits continuing steadfastly on. He then quickly places that fist back on the reins to regain control of the horse. Trotting slowly up towards the group, his eyes narrow as he overhears how the baron speaks to Aloys.
Giving the Baron a cold smile "A keen eye Aloys. Given the Baron's heft, I think it best he gets his own horse, easier to hold the weight. Elaine or I could hop on with you or Sans and we all head back to drop Sir Regnard off.
Issac generally had no issue with assisting the Gold Coats, but his help stopped at feigning pleasantries at those who disrespected his team.
Giving the Baron a cold smile "A keen eye Aloys. Given the Baron's heft, I think it best he gets his own horse, easier to hold the weight. Elaine or I could hop on with you or Sans and we all head back to drop Sir Regnard off.
Issac generally had no issue with assisting the Gold Coats, but his help stopped at feigning pleasantries at those who disrespected his team.
Jul 15, 2022 2:58 pm
Sans Visage turns his horse around, having witnessed the amazing Baron drop.
He covers the short distance to regroup with the others, staying mounted and closing a circle of sorts around the Baron. He scans in the distance the edge of the forest, expecting the kidnappers to come back charging.
He will however avoid to address the Baron, knowing full well that his looks are not the most favourable to a conversation.
He answers Aloys speaking softly, "Might be worth figuring out what the Baron's intended destination was. And we must look for cover quick, I didn't like the look of those crossbows..."
He covers the short distance to regroup with the others, staying mounted and closing a circle of sorts around the Baron. He scans in the distance the edge of the forest, expecting the kidnappers to come back charging.
He will however avoid to address the Baron, knowing full well that his looks are not the most favourable to a conversation.
He answers Aloys speaking softly, "Might be worth figuring out what the Baron's intended destination was. And we must look for cover quick, I didn't like the look of those crossbows..."
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what would be the nearest 'safe house' to take the nobleman to? As in, a fort or enclosure garrisoned by the Queen's men?Jul 15, 2022 7:25 pm
Aloys ~ Still fussing with his garb, Baron Regnard misses the barb you've slung at him.
Elaine - Perhaps it's your manner and way of speaking but the baron responds to you more favorably.
"Your stunt could have killed me...But yes, I seem to be no worse for wear, as your luck would have it."
"You will take me back to my inn at once" He points south down the road. "Back where we came from. I shall also need a new valet, as my previous one was murdered."
"The useless slob..." he mutters.
Issac ~ The baron narrows his eyes at your comment on his "heft."
Sans ~ As you ride back to group gathered in the middle of the dusty road, the baron looks up at you in wide-eyed surprise.
"God in a Gear man, your face!" He seems to be getting agitated looking at Sans.
"The Queen's lackeys have stooped to hiring criminals I see." He says this at a volume for anyone to hear though clearly was speaking to himself.
You all can hear shouting coming from the wood--it's likely the bandits have discovered the "escape".
Elaine - Perhaps it's your manner and way of speaking but the baron responds to you more favorably.
Baron Regnard
"Your stunt could have killed me...But yes, I seem to be no worse for wear, as your luck would have it."
"You will take me back to my inn at once" He points south down the road. "Back where we came from. I shall also need a new valet, as my previous one was murdered."
"The useless slob..." he mutters.
Issac ~ The baron narrows his eyes at your comment on his "heft."
Sans ~ As you ride back to group gathered in the middle of the dusty road, the baron looks up at you in wide-eyed surprise.
Regnard
"God in a Gear man, your face!" He seems to be getting agitated looking at Sans.
"The Queen's lackeys have stooped to hiring criminals I see." He says this at a volume for anyone to hear though clearly was speaking to himself.
You all can hear shouting coming from the wood--it's likely the bandits have discovered the "escape".
Jul 15, 2022 10:19 pm
"I am sorry my countenance offends your aesthetics, Baron. Perhaps your Lordship prefers masks, like the ones his kidnappers were wearing," he says, leading the horse half a step away as a subtle hint that they could just... leave him there.
He then turns to the others. "Those ruffians were armed with crossbows, I suggest we get going, we need to find cover from their bolts at once."
Responding to Issac, he adds, "Ride with me, Issac. The Baron can take your horse."
He removes his foot from the stirrup on Issac's side to facilitate the climb, and offers his hand to his fellow Gold Coat.
He then turns to the others. "Those ruffians were armed with crossbows, I suggest we get going, we need to find cover from their bolts at once."
Responding to Issac, he adds, "Ride with me, Issac. The Baron can take your horse."
He removes his foot from the stirrup on Issac's side to facilitate the climb, and offers his hand to his fellow Gold Coat.
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Jul 16, 2022 5:56 am
Before dismounting, Issac leans in to whisper in the horse's ear, "I might hate you horse, but I feel pity for you at what's to come. Good luck."
He walks over to Sans and grabs his hand, "Appreciate it Sans." He still has some trouble keeping eyes on his fellow Gold Coat. During his performing days they would be mixed in with artists known as monstres de cirque, with some of those performers having grotesque or odd features as a selling point to wow and awe the crowd. But Sans certainly seemed a cut (no pun intended) above the rest. He had heard of newfound, scientific innovations in the bigger cities that were doing some miraculous things, and Issac wondered if it might be worth bringing up to Sans at some point.
In the meantime, they needed to exit stage left quickly, or they would all need miracles from the bandits' crossbow bolts aiming true.
He walks over to Sans and grabs his hand, "Appreciate it Sans." He still has some trouble keeping eyes on his fellow Gold Coat. During his performing days they would be mixed in with artists known as monstres de cirque, with some of those performers having grotesque or odd features as a selling point to wow and awe the crowd. But Sans certainly seemed a cut (no pun intended) above the rest. He had heard of newfound, scientific innovations in the bigger cities that were doing some miraculous things, and Issac wondered if it might be worth bringing up to Sans at some point.
In the meantime, they needed to exit stage left quickly, or they would all need miracles from the bandits' crossbow bolts aiming true.
Jul 16, 2022 3:01 pm
Begrudgingly, the baron acknowledges the Gold Coats' plan.
He walks with a hitching step over to the horse Issac left for him. He takes the reigns and goes to mount. The horse sidesteps away several times before the baron is able to mount, grumbling in frustration.
He sits mounted, awaiting the Gold Coats direction--again, begrudgingly.
He walks with a hitching step over to the horse Issac left for him. He takes the reigns and goes to mount. The horse sidesteps away several times before the baron is able to mount, grumbling in frustration.
He sits mounted, awaiting the Gold Coats direction--again, begrudgingly.
Jul 17, 2022 4:19 am
"C'mon then, get!" Aloys says, smacking the baron's horse on the rear firmly enough to get it moving without causing the large man to tumble and fall. Much like Isaac, he had no intention on making the horse suffer any further harm than it had to once more. The young Gold Coat keeps an eye behind them, looking out for further dangers.
Jul 17, 2022 9:38 am
Leaving the Baron's horse a small advantage, Sans sends his own horse after it. Come on, old boy, still some work to do, then it's back to your plough, I promise...
He rides with Issac, casting glances behind them to monitor their pursuers. "Let's form a rear guard, Musketeers! The ruffians will have to go through us before they can get to their target once more!"
He rides with Issac, casting glances behind them to monitor their pursuers. "Let's form a rear guard, Musketeers! The ruffians will have to go through us before they can get to their target once more!"
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Jul 17, 2022 2:20 pm
"Best to make it a wide net Musketeers, as the target is quite grand! Look sharp and cut quick!". Issac looks at Sans and give him a nod, then draws out his rapier with one hand, gripping Sans shoulder with the other.
Jul 18, 2022 10:47 pm
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Just making Monday post, feel free to have Elaine weave in!The party rides south at a nice clip. The baron keeps an angry face, watching his hands on reigns the whole time.
The camera zooms back to the forest's edge. Two riders sit their horses, watching the Gold Coats ride south. They know it's useless to give chase now. One of the riders pulls his black mask down...
Unknown Man
Meanwhile ~
The grasslands of The Heart district spread out from the rode, in either direction. A distant speck in the sky floats above the horizon--an airship. Can you just hear the hum of its gears from the roadway?
The ride back to the roadside inn seems longer, now that you're not in a pell-mell chase. After a quarter turn of the clock you arrive at the inn.
A group is gathered round the front of the inn's stable. It includes a knot of the Queen's Patrol--common guards folk.
A Queen's Guard.
From your horseback vantage anyone one of you'd be able to see the crowd is gathered round a prone man.
The baron sighs at the sight...
Regnard
What do you all do? What do you feel or think. Aloys, what is a unique feature of the roadside inn you notice?
Jul 19, 2022 3:34 am
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I can't match your pace, sorry!She can't quite hold back an exasperated sigh at the sight of the crowd, and opts for removing herself from this encounter by guiding the horse to the side and busying herself with dismounting before anyone cares enough to pay attention to her. Luckily she manages to not fall flat on her face. Less luckily, her predictions about the consequences of this ordeal prove true immediately as she briefly struggles to keep her balance. Mother, but Elaine was never suited for physical exertion; not like all of her strong, athletic, tough-looking... okay, maybe that is not exactly true for all of them, but this is her self-pity time, she can hyperbolise.
Once down from the stallion, she awkwardly pats the horse's neck and tries to scan the crowd for the inkeeper. She did borrow the animal from him, after all... Ah, yes, of course he is in the middle of the crowd. Actually, maybe not the best time to talk to him, not with the baron's servant lying on the ground. Speaking of which...
"Is he dead?" She asks bluntly, making her way through the crowd to examine the body - still breathing or not, they ought to move him. And the sooner they do it, the sooner she can catch her breath in peace.
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By the way, can our chase count for my Jack edge? I gather it's close enough to "studying the subject"! :DLast edited July 19, 2022 3:41 am
Jul 19, 2022 8:27 pm
Aloys stays in the back, an eye looking over his shoulder throughout the ride. It was obvious that the young man was flustered with his poor display of swordplay during the chase to rescue the baron and was more than eager for another chance to prove himself. Despite his embarassment, he would still have a grin on his face despite their company's sour disposition; they had successfully rescued him. Truly physics and Elaine's cunning rescued him but he was nearby so that counted.
"Brilliant job back there Elaine." Aloys says as they ride their commandeered horses to the side and dismount. "I don't think I ever would've come up with a genius plan like that. Don't listen to that overgrown tick, you are a brilliant choice for the Gold Coats." Aloys was unaware of her quiet concerns and worries, taking her worried expression to match his own worry that the bandits had escaped their clutches.
The innkeeper was easy to see thanks to the amazing contraption that he rode on; a chair that moved on thousands of beautiful legs. It was slow-moving but it could navigate stairs and kept the man active in his business. A gift from the servants of the Clockmaker given to one of the best of the community. The inn had been changed overtime to aid the man with his business; conveyor belts that transported food to their appropriate tables with pulleys to summon a pour of ale from hanging jugs. There was an honor system here and woe be to any who tried to steal a tray that did not belong to them; the town protected their own fiercely.
"Part way! Part way! Gold coats coming through!" Aloys would shout from behind the others, too short to see over the shoulders of his compatriots. Once he arrived at the fallen valet, a frown spread across his face. Kneeling down, he would look over the body and see if the poor man was alive and what killed him.
"Brilliant job back there Elaine." Aloys says as they ride their commandeered horses to the side and dismount. "I don't think I ever would've come up with a genius plan like that. Don't listen to that overgrown tick, you are a brilliant choice for the Gold Coats." Aloys was unaware of her quiet concerns and worries, taking her worried expression to match his own worry that the bandits had escaped their clutches.
The innkeeper was easy to see thanks to the amazing contraption that he rode on; a chair that moved on thousands of beautiful legs. It was slow-moving but it could navigate stairs and kept the man active in his business. A gift from the servants of the Clockmaker given to one of the best of the community. The inn had been changed overtime to aid the man with his business; conveyor belts that transported food to their appropriate tables with pulleys to summon a pour of ale from hanging jugs. There was an honor system here and woe be to any who tried to steal a tray that did not belong to them; the town protected their own fiercely.
"Part way! Part way! Gold coats coming through!" Aloys would shout from behind the others, too short to see over the shoulders of his compatriots. Once he arrived at the fallen valet, a frown spread across his face. Kneeling down, he would look over the body and see if the poor man was alive and what killed him.
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If the cause of death isn't obvious, I'll make a bad healing roll.OOC:
Of course, I get a 17 now -_-Last edited July 19, 2022 8:27 pm
Rolls
Healing - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d4-2 : (1) - 2 = -1
1d6-2 : (6661) - 2 = 17
Jul 19, 2022 10:42 pm
While his companions check the body of the valet, Sans dismounts from the plough horse and with a practiced gesture arranges his cape into a veil covering most of his face, as he has done many times in public to avoid unsettling onlookers. The veil leaves his eyes uncovered. He stands aside, away from the focus of attention.
He helps Issac dismount too.
He then starts looking for an errand boy from the Inn, eventually finding a lad he has noticed on previous visits. He raises a hand and waves at him. The boy must be not yet fourteen years of age, but has a smart, alert air about him.
"Here, my boy," he says. "There's a florin for you if you walk this old boy," he pats the plough horse on the neck, "to his legitimate owner, who lent it to the Gold Coats. You know the farm by the old bridge..."
He proceeds to give the boy precise instructions for the return of the plough horse. "Tell the owner that the Gold Coats have a debt of gratitude with him for his service to the Queen," he adds.
The last thing the Gold Coats need, is a reputation of being horse thieves... he thinks, watching the boy lead the plough horse out of the Inn's courtyard.
He then focuses his attention back on Aloys by the valet body, awaiting his findings.
He helps Issac dismount too.
He then starts looking for an errand boy from the Inn, eventually finding a lad he has noticed on previous visits. He raises a hand and waves at him. The boy must be not yet fourteen years of age, but has a smart, alert air about him.
"Here, my boy," he says. "There's a florin for you if you walk this old boy," he pats the plough horse on the neck, "to his legitimate owner, who lent it to the Gold Coats. You know the farm by the old bridge..."
He proceeds to give the boy precise instructions for the return of the plough horse. "Tell the owner that the Gold Coats have a debt of gratitude with him for his service to the Queen," he adds.
The last thing the Gold Coats need, is a reputation of being horse thieves... he thinks, watching the boy lead the plough horse out of the Inn's courtyard.
He then focuses his attention back on Aloys by the valet body, awaiting his findings.
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Jul 19, 2022 10:42 pm
Issac blurts out "Aye, you remind me of my sister a bit..." towards Elaine, before catching himself, his expression changing swiftly from genuine smile to tight-lipped silence. Aye, there were moments where Elaine pulled off a quick-thinking, ingenious move, such as the carriage dismantling, that brought back memories of Isabela doing something similar (jury rigging a broken prop or set piece, or finding just the right item to make a character shine, before curtains open).
Having Elaine on board certainly made the job easier, and dare-he-say, he might have even felt a tinge protective about her. But those were thoughts for another day.
He dismounted, I'll have to find that stable boy while here, and moved up to where Elaine and Aloys had moved near the body. Hope the poor chap is only sleeping one, or five, off. "Sir Regnard, does your valet like to imbibe greatly in meads and such?"
Having Elaine on board certainly made the job easier, and dare-he-say, he might have even felt a tinge protective about her. But those were thoughts for another day.
He dismounted, I'll have to find that stable boy while here, and moved up to where Elaine and Aloys had moved near the body. Hope the poor chap is only sleeping one, or five, off. "Sir Regnard, does your valet like to imbibe greatly in meads and such?"
Jul 20, 2022 2:53 am
Elaine & Aloys ~ The crowd part way at your shouted approach, the Innkeeper's clock-work chair whirs and hums as he yanks levers and cranks wheels; the contraption "walks" backward.
He glares at the body, the guards, and the Gold Cloaks all in turn. Dead bodies are bad for business.
Aloys ~ One of the Queen's Guards has just pulled a cloak off the valet's body for all to see the wound--you'd be able to tell, clearly, this man died from several, hasty stab wounds--likely bled out; amateur work.
But it's the Guard (captain if the plumes in his held helmet are correct) who answers Elaine.
"Aye m'lady. Assassin done 'im in for. Nasty business." Clearly indicating the many bloody wounds.
"Twas a long time for it, if'in you catch my meaning."
A local in the crowd swoons and falls to the dirt at the Captain's words. Weak stomach.
Issac ~ The baron answers you in a cold annoyed manner.
"Of course he does; he is little more than a peasant, after all. But never on the job, I've seen to it! Seeing the dead valet, the baron's face pales. He looks at Issac, more to avoid gazing at the dead body. "Did imbibe I suppose."
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Sans ~ The stable boy took your coin, happily.
"Aye m'lord." As he knuckled his forelock and ran off.
What does the party do? The scene: the crowd of onlookers are aware of their presence now. Murmurs of "Gold Cloaks..." or "Musketeers..." spread through the crowd. The guardsmen and guardswomen shuffle about nervously under your scrutiny. The guard captain waits on your thoughts, bored and disinterested.
Innkeeper
He glares at the body, the guards, and the Gold Cloaks all in turn. Dead bodies are bad for business.
Aloys ~ One of the Queen's Guards has just pulled a cloak off the valet's body for all to see the wound--you'd be able to tell, clearly, this man died from several, hasty stab wounds--likely bled out; amateur work.
But it's the Guard (captain if the plumes in his held helmet are correct) who answers Elaine.
Guard Captain
"Twas a long time for it, if'in you catch my meaning."
A local in the crowd swoons and falls to the dirt at the Captain's words. Weak stomach.
Issac ~ The baron answers you in a cold annoyed manner.
Regnard
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Sans ~ The stable boy took your coin, happily.
Errand Boy
What does the party do? The scene: the crowd of onlookers are aware of their presence now. Murmurs of "Gold Cloaks..." or "Musketeers..." spread through the crowd. The guardsmen and guardswomen shuffle about nervously under your scrutiny. The guard captain waits on your thoughts, bored and disinterested.
Jul 20, 2022 8:36 pm
The nobleman's demeanor was starting to get on Issac's nerves. "Reggi, would anyone have a motive to kill ... sorry, what was your valet's name? If the captain here is right, an assassination seems rather personal."
He kneels down and starts rifling through the valet's clothing, to see if anything of interest into the murder catches his eye.
He kneels down and starts rifling through the valet's clothing, to see if anything of interest into the murder catches his eye.
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Rolls
Notice * - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (64) = 10
Jul 20, 2022 10:57 pm
The guard captain stands and steps back from the body so Issac can get to it. He answers the Gold Coat, clarifying what he meant by "assassin."
"Poor choice o' words I s'pose--assassin. But what else would one call a murder in public."
Issac's familiar way of speaking, likewise, is starting to get on Baron Regnard's nerves. "René. His name was René." The baron fidgets with the rings on his fingers. He gets a far-off look.
"I was climbing aboard my carriage. Masked villains appeared from beyond the stable there. They demanded I get in my carriage. My driver was thrown from his perch--or at least he must have been. René attempted to...intervene."
In a quieter voice, "Stupid fool."
Issac ~ A leather bound appointment book, a handful of copper and a few silver. That's what you find on René. In his hand, the dead man clutches a piece of fabric--obviously torn from his attackers homespun clothing. The fabric is of the most vibrant, deep red--a wonder to the eye.
"The lord's driver is in th'tavern proper. His been in 'is cups since we arrived." Bored tone. He looks curious at the fabric Issac has found.
A whir from the mechanical chair. The Innkeeper speaks, more to himself than any audience."Drinking my finest brandy I might add. Glad for the coin, I am, but how'll I entertain dignitaries like his lordship without it." The keep nods toward the baron.
Guard Captain
Baron Gauthier Regnard
"I was climbing aboard my carriage. Masked villains appeared from beyond the stable there. They demanded I get in my carriage. My driver was thrown from his perch--or at least he must have been. René attempted to...intervene."
In a quieter voice, "Stupid fool."
Issac ~ A leather bound appointment book, a handful of copper and a few silver. That's what you find on René. In his hand, the dead man clutches a piece of fabric--obviously torn from his attackers homespun clothing. The fabric is of the most vibrant, deep red--a wonder to the eye.
Guard Captain
Innkeeper
Jul 20, 2022 11:01 pm
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I forgot to address this:Quote:
OOC:By the way, can our chase count for my Jack edge? I gather it's close enough to "studying the subject"! :D
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Absolutely!Jul 21, 2022 12:28 am
Looking at the captain, "I suppose one would just call it a murder."
Pocketing the notebook for perusal later, and coins, All-Maker knows they could use it, he shows the fabric to his compatriots, "Do any of you recognize this as a possible brigand marking or insignia? The material looks unique."
Pocketing the notebook for perusal later, and coins, All-Maker knows they could use it, he shows the fabric to his compatriots, "Do any of you recognize this as a possible brigand marking or insignia? The material looks unique."
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Does Issac also notice Regnard's fidgeting, far-off look, and quiet remark?"Last edited July 21, 2022 12:29 am
Jul 21, 2022 12:58 am
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OOC:Does Issac also notice Regnard's fidgeting, far-off look, and quiet remark?"
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Your call! But I can say that he'd not be very subtle with it.Jul 22, 2022 3:11 am
Catching the manner in which Regnard speaks of Rene, after showing the fabric, Issac saddles up close to the noble, so that they can't be overheard, and looks him in the eyes. With a calm, soothing tone "I can't quite tell yet if this is a drama, mystery or romance we're dealing with, but dare I say there's a poignancy in your manners and tone when speaking of Rene. Was there something going on betwixt the two of you?" Business dealings, or a dalliance, that went wrong?"
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Jul 22, 2022 4:58 am
Sans looks at the red fabric that Issac is showing them.
That is one rare hue, surely I'd remember if I saw it on the brigands... Or elsewhere?... He muses, trying to concentrate.
That is one rare hue, surely I'd remember if I saw it on the brigands... Or elsewhere?... He muses, trying to concentrate.
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thinking of a Smarts roll to recall the details of the masked bandits, and a Common Knowledge to see if he recognises the fabric from previous experience. Feel free to impose a penalty to the latter (after all he's lost his memory, so he'd remember only recent facts) OOC:
the Eyes! The Eyeeeeeees! Last edited July 22, 2022 5:01 am
Rolls
Smarts - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (3) = 3
Common Knowledge* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (1) = 1
Jul 22, 2022 12:55 pm
Issac ~ The baron allows you to lead him a discreet distance to hear what you have to ask. And then he hears it.
"How dare you sir! First, my duties to my Duke allow me no time for such frivolities--being the Duke's favored cousin I take said duties very serious. Second, the man was quite below my station. Still, I do not think the he deserved to die, is all!" The red in his face climbs.
"Perhaps you should be more concerned with the safety of these "royal roads" than my relationship with those I employ, which is none of your business! This day has exhausted me for obvious reasons! I shall retire to my room here. I expect a new carriage to be procured for me, out of the Queen's coffers."He turns to push through the crowd and head for the inn...
Sans ~ The significance of the brilliant dye is lost on you (as I'm sure you know). But the masks the highwaymen wore...something about it tickles your dormant memories...the style, the way they were worn...You think of laborers--working folk.
Regnard
"Perhaps you should be more concerned with the safety of these "royal roads" than my relationship with those I employ, which is none of your business! This day has exhausted me for obvious reasons! I shall retire to my room here. I expect a new carriage to be procured for me, out of the Queen's coffers."He turns to push through the crowd and head for the inn...
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... and will do so if you all allow him to. Additionally, he is firmly in the unfriendly category at this point! I'd say anyone but Elaine, at this point, would roll at -2 (Sans obviously a -4 w/ his hinderance) when persuading this fellow. But Issace take a Benny! I'm feeling Impulsivity here :PSans ~ The significance of the brilliant dye is lost on you (as I'm sure you know).
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Like the Smarts idea. Let's say:Jul 23, 2022 5:30 am
Aloys watched as the Baron began to part the waves of the crowd like a great boat sailing down a river, rolling his eyes momentarily at the man's arrogance. Turning to the body, his dismissive gaze turned sadder.
"Poor man, trying to do right by his employer and paid the price for it." Rising up, he would brush himself off with a nod. Sans had a look upon his horrific mug that, once Aloys could stomach looking at him, meant he was deep in thought. "What are you thinking Sans? Any ideas? I could go and talk to the driver, figure out where he got such coin for such expensive drink." The fact the driver was drinking himself stupid on such fine wine didn't sit well with the Gold Cloak and an idea was forming in his own mind.
"Poor man, trying to do right by his employer and paid the price for it." Rising up, he would brush himself off with a nod. Sans had a look upon his horrific mug that, once Aloys could stomach looking at him, meant he was deep in thought. "What are you thinking Sans? Any ideas? I could go and talk to the driver, figure out where he got such coin for such expensive drink." The fact the driver was drinking himself stupid on such fine wine didn't sit well with the Gold Cloak and an idea was forming in his own mind.
Jul 23, 2022 8:33 am
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Going to roleplay that snake eyes rollHe winces and has to support himself against the inn wall. He notices a few people looking in his direction.
so much for trying to remain unnoticed...
After a moment, he sees Aloys walking towards him and tries to answer his question. Words are a little lazy to come.
"Ideas... Yes. I think..." he tries to clear his head and continues, "the masks, Aloys... That the highwaymen wore. Somehow... They made me think of labourers?... Something about them, and how they were worn..."
He doesn't manage to be clearer than this, and realises he is sounding like a halfwit.
Jul 23, 2022 3:39 pm
One of the villagers at the back of the crowd turns and watches Sans as he supports himself against the wall. His eyes turn to Aloys.
"Eh oh. Is 'e sick?" The man's creased face looks nervous. "We ain't lookin' for another bout of ruby fever round these parts."
A woman in the crowd mutters nervously. There is a general sense that folks are feeling nervous, what with a murder, a kidnapping, and scarred and dangerous looking fellow seeming unwell...
Villager
A woman in the crowd mutters nervously. There is a general sense that folks are feeling nervous, what with a murder, a kidnapping, and scarred and dangerous looking fellow seeming unwell...
Jul 23, 2022 6:02 pm
Issac purses his lips at Regnard's rebuke. "My apologies your majesty, only trying to get to the bottom of things." He gestures his hand in a friendly manner towards the inn, letting Regnard through, "I'd suggest staying close though, in case you're needed for any further questioning." giving a curt smile. What a right prick.
He looks around, spotting Aloys and Sans. Heading towards them he notices the nervous murmuring of the crowd. Once there, "Boys," jerking his thumb back at the crowd, "shall we do something about this?"
He looks around, spotting Aloys and Sans. Heading towards them he notices the nervous murmuring of the crowd. Once there, "Boys," jerking his thumb back at the crowd, "shall we do something about this?"
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Jul 24, 2022 9:55 am
Sans takes another moment to recover, and waits for a few onlookers to look away from him.
Then he replies to Issac, "I think we should. A band of masked highwaymen attacking on the Queen's Road and murdering with impunity is a matter of concern for the Gold Coats. We should look into this, and bring the brigands to the Queen's Justice."
He adjusts his cape to ensure it partially conceals his face, then adds "I think a conversation with the driver is in order, if he is a little sober. Then again, the fine wine might have loosened his tongue... better if I stay out of the Inn, though. I will see if I find some witnesses among this crowd..."
Then he replies to Issac, "I think we should. A band of masked highwaymen attacking on the Queen's Road and murdering with impunity is a matter of concern for the Gold Coats. We should look into this, and bring the brigands to the Queen's Justice."
He adjusts his cape to ensure it partially conceals his face, then adds "I think a conversation with the driver is in order, if he is a little sober. Then again, the fine wine might have loosened his tongue... better if I stay out of the Inn, though. I will see if I find some witnesses among this crowd..."
Jul 24, 2022 11:58 am
Elaine, as is her habit, completely removes herself from the action once everyone else take the lead. There is no need for her to bother as long as her companions cover all aspects of the situation, and she had enough action to last the whole week. Let Sans examine the clue of a mysterious red fabric, Isaac converse with the baron - or rather, judging by the latter storming off red in the face, offend his sensibilities, - and Aloys keep organizing this whole mess and question witnesses. They plan to talk with the driver? Great, she'll make sure to not be in the vicinity and pretend to be busy elsewhere. Although, maybe a drink wouldn't be too bad...
While others are discussing their plans, the woman makes her way around the crowd, approaching the innkeeper and his very curious mechanical chair. If she wasn't this tired, Elaine would've loved to examine it closer - with the man's permission, or without it. "Excuse me, sir?" She attracts the innkeeper's attention with a half-nod, half-bow; technically he is below her station, but habit is a powerful force. "I apologize for borrowing one of your establishment's horses, but he's been of utmost help for our mission." For what reason a man with such a vehicle even needs horses, she can't fathom. Perhaps for guests? For sale? "I thank you for your cooperation."
She pauses, then awkwardly shifts in place, tugging on her scarf, and adds: "...Would you happen to know where I can buy a carrot around here?"
While others are discussing their plans, the woman makes her way around the crowd, approaching the innkeeper and his very curious mechanical chair. If she wasn't this tired, Elaine would've loved to examine it closer - with the man's permission, or without it. "Excuse me, sir?" She attracts the innkeeper's attention with a half-nod, half-bow; technically he is below her station, but habit is a powerful force. "I apologize for borrowing one of your establishment's horses, but he's been of utmost help for our mission." For what reason a man with such a vehicle even needs horses, she can't fathom. Perhaps for guests? For sale? "I thank you for your cooperation."
She pauses, then awkwardly shifts in place, tugging on her scarf, and adds: "...Would you happen to know where I can buy a carrot around here?"
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What do you mean there is a murder to investigate and plot to move forward? Others have it covered. :PRolls
Smarts: d10 - Jack-Of-All-Trades - (1d10, 1d6, RA)
1d10 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (4) = 4
Jul 24, 2022 5:15 pm
Elaine ~ A series of whirs and the innkeeper turns his chair to face you. You see the man is missing both his legs, just above the knee where his trousers are tied off. He listens as you speak. He appears to become angry as you acknowledge the use of his horse, but your calm tone and demeaner put him at ease, and he can't help but give a thankful nod.
"Aye, m'lady." He squints at the rising sun. "'Bout this time my kitchen boy should be finishing up at the market--it's just down that alley over there. I suppose--"a sigh in his voice--"I could spare one or two (for a price)...though our stew would be that less hearty for my guests.
Otherwise I'm sure you'll find all you need at the market I mentioned. Farmers are all set up and selling by this time."
Innkeeper
Otherwise I'm sure you'll find all you need at the market I mentioned. Farmers are all set up and selling by this time."
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I'm hearing that some folk will be approaching the driver, perhaps, as well as questioning crowd folk--feel free to start those scene transitions!Jul 24, 2022 5:49 pm
Something tells Elaine that her companions aren't going to look favorably at an idea of going to a market to buy carrots for a horse, so she marks it in her mind to find the kitchen boy before they leave. "Thank you, your help is much appreciated. I hope this incident does not harm your establishment."
She is about to walk off, but then pauses, as thoughts of investigation the others are planning gives her an idea. "...These bandits who attacked the baron. Have you or any of the locals ever seen them before? Are there any organized criminal elements in the area in general?" Elaine straightens her scarf. "As representatives of the crown, it is our duty to ensure something like this doesn't happen again." She hopes it sounds proper enough, fitting for a royal musketeer.
She is about to walk off, but then pauses, as thoughts of investigation the others are planning gives her an idea. "...These bandits who attacked the baron. Have you or any of the locals ever seen them before? Are there any organized criminal elements in the area in general?" Elaine straightens her scarf. "As representatives of the crown, it is our duty to ensure something like this doesn't happen again." She hopes it sounds proper enough, fitting for a royal musketeer.
Jul 24, 2022 6:46 pm
"Sounds good Sans. I'll be inside. You coming with me or staying out here, Isaac?" Giving his fellow a moment to decide, Aloys would make his way into the establishment properly. His eyes took a moment to adjust to the dimmer setting, scanning the room to look for the man at the bar with the expensive glasses of wine. Making his way over towards him, he would saddle up onto the stool beside him and give a nod. "A mug of ale please. Something to sooth my parchness."
As he waited for the drink, he would look over at the man beside him for a moment. He checked his demeanor quietly; was the man happy or sad? Thrilled or depressed? Having a good, initial read would be important before he got to the harder questions.
As he waited for the drink, he would look over at the man beside him for a moment. He checked his demeanor quietly; was the man happy or sad? Thrilled or depressed? Having a good, initial read would be important before he got to the harder questions.
Rolls
Notice* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (1) = 1
Jul 24, 2022 8:19 pm
Sans approaches a group of onlookers that he noticed for their expressions of concern for the violent events.
He straightens up, trying to let his uniform come to the forefront, hoping that the half-concealed face will not put the folks off.
"Good people of this hamlet," he starts, "I know you recognize our attire: we are here to protect you against these acts of violence. It is our Queen's desire that the roads of her kingdom are secure for herself and her citizens."
He looks at them in the eyes in turn, "We want to catch these murdering brigands. But to do so we need your help, we need you to be our eyes and ears."
"Did any of you see the attack on the Baron's valet, Rene? Did the attackers wear a mask? Did you hear them speak?"
He straightens up, trying to let his uniform come to the forefront, hoping that the half-concealed face will not put the folks off.
"Good people of this hamlet," he starts, "I know you recognize our attire: we are here to protect you against these acts of violence. It is our Queen's desire that the roads of her kingdom are secure for herself and her citizens."
He looks at them in the eyes in turn, "We want to catch these murdering brigands. But to do so we need your help, we need you to be our eyes and ears."
"Did any of you see the attack on the Baron's valet, Rene? Did the attackers wear a mask? Did you hear them speak?"
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Persuasion attempt, at -2 for his Hindrance. But hopefully with a little bonus for the uniform and his official role?Rolls
Persuasion - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d4-2 : (1) - 2 = -1
1d6-2 : (5) - 2 = 3
Jul 25, 2022 3:48 am
"I'll stick with Sans for now, and meet you inside in a bit Aloys. First round is on me." People are already a bit apprehensive of Sans, Issac figures he can try to 'yes, and...' whatever speech the scarred savior is formulating.
Seeing San's words not having quite the desired effect, Issac chips in, "Fellow Hamleteers!" Where are we again? "One ought never to turn one’s back on a threatened danger and try to run away from it. If you do that, you will double the danger. But if you meet it promptly and without flinching, you will reduce the danger by half. Never run away from anything. Never! If we are together nothing is impossible." He looks the gathered crowd in the eye one by one as he gives this rousing speech (a mix of his favorite quotes in an off off, one man Broadway play he did a few years back) that typically always got the audience's blood going in a positive way.
Seeing San's words not having quite the desired effect, Issac chips in, "Fellow Hamleteers!" Where are we again? "One ought never to turn one’s back on a threatened danger and try to run away from it. If you do that, you will double the danger. But if you meet it promptly and without flinching, you will reduce the danger by half. Never run away from anything. Never! If we are together nothing is impossible." He looks the gathered crowd in the eye one by one as he gives this rousing speech (a mix of his favorite quotes in an off off, one man Broadway play he did a few years back) that typically always got the audience's blood going in a positive way.
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Rolls
Performance (Support) - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (3) = 3
Jul 25, 2022 5:14 pm
Elaine ~ The innkeeper is appreciative of your concern for his establishment and says as much.
"These are troubling times...but I've always pulled through. Won't be any different now."
He weighs your question about the bandits slowly, rubbing his chin. "You know, I've been wondering if their height or movement would turn any gears for me, but alas it does not. As for criminal elements here about..." He spits in the dirt.
"There's a tavern down by the river--The Fox and the Hound--not a proper inn mind you, like my establishment--just a flop house. An' not that I'd say anything unkind about the folk in these parts--honest farmers most--but the trouble makers tend to gather down there."
"If you are looking for the lower types, you couldn't hurt to stop in there."
Aloys ~ The inn has a pleasant smell of beeswax candles, malty ale, and finished wood. Light reflects gently off the sanded and waxed woodwork. Only a few folk are at tables. All the excitement is outside.
The man you look up and down is engaged in an intense conversation with a pretty looking serving girl. He seems excited about that, but you'd have no luck parsing his mood here from his general mood from the murder and hijacking.
He leans in and says something quiet to the serving girl that gets a giggle out of her.
The tender *thumps* a well made wooden mug on the bar in front of you, its wheaty scent almost overwhelming. "5 bits"(copper pennies). He sees your coat. "Uh..sir."
Sans & Issac ~ The crowd is not sure how to react at first... but supporting each other the folk visibly focus in on what Sans is asking them. Even the Queen's Guard stand and listen thoughtfully.
The villagers look at each other, mostly quiet. A woman in the back timidly raises her hand.
"Aye. I was nearby when it happened."
The crowd parts around her like a retreating tide. She stands there, meek, with a basket of apples at her feet.
What do you all do?
Innkeeper
He weighs your question about the bandits slowly, rubbing his chin. "You know, I've been wondering if their height or movement would turn any gears for me, but alas it does not. As for criminal elements here about..." He spits in the dirt.
"There's a tavern down by the river--The Fox and the Hound--not a proper inn mind you, like my establishment--just a flop house. An' not that I'd say anything unkind about the folk in these parts--honest farmers most--but the trouble makers tend to gather down there."
"If you are looking for the lower types, you couldn't hurt to stop in there."
Aloys ~ The inn has a pleasant smell of beeswax candles, malty ale, and finished wood. Light reflects gently off the sanded and waxed woodwork. Only a few folk are at tables. All the excitement is outside.
The man you look up and down is engaged in an intense conversation with a pretty looking serving girl. He seems excited about that, but you'd have no luck parsing his mood here from his general mood from the murder and hijacking.
Carriage Driver
Tavern Tender
Sans & Issac ~ The crowd is not sure how to react at first... but supporting each other the folk visibly focus in on what Sans is asking them. Even the Queen's Guard stand and listen thoughtfully.
The villagers look at each other, mostly quiet. A woman in the back timidly raises her hand.
Village Woman
The crowd parts around her like a retreating tide. She stands there, meek, with a basket of apples at her feet.
What do you all do?
Jul 26, 2022 1:29 am
"Interesting... Perhaps we will pay it a visit later." Elaine inclines her head, genuinely grateful for the information the inkeeper provided. It's always useful to learn the area in her opinion, earlier shortcut through the watermill being a testament to this - if your opponent can't catch you, there is no need for skill with a weapon. "Rest assured, we will do our best to ensure the safety of these roads. Now if you excuse me, I will rejoin my companions..."
Elaine trails off as words of a rousing speech enter her hearing, courtesy of Isaac and Sans. Huh. She didn't peg the latter for a talkative, inspiring leader type, despite his seemingly kind nature and skill with a blade. Goes to show that appearances can be deceiving even to those who think themselves above a judgemental mindset... Nevertheless, it appears that they have the situation firmly in control, from what Elaine can see in reactions of the common folk. She'll leave them to it.
Saying her goodbyes to the innkeeper for the time being, Elaine once again circles the crowd and slips inside the establishment. Ah, the smell of wood and candles, both familiar and alien, similar to what she encounters aplenty whenever she finds time to visit a library, but different in certain ways. The ale is an unpleasant addition, for one; but at least there are only a few people inside, and she lets out a sigh of relief. Crowds of people are why she rarely joins other musketeers in their outings for drinks. Too many people means too much sound means her missing eye being more of a hindrance...
Elaine glances around the interior, noting the carriage driver, the serving girl and Aloys surveying them. She hesitates, not sure if she should join her colleague, and decides to compromise on approaching the bar without acknowledging the other musketeer in case he is... doing something. Spying, maybe? She doesn't understand Aloys at times - probably because they are quite literally from the opposite layers of society, a noble and an ex-thief, - but he's been friendly towards her, meaning that she doesn't want to accidentally mess up his plans, if there are any.
Elaine trails off as words of a rousing speech enter her hearing, courtesy of Isaac and Sans. Huh. She didn't peg the latter for a talkative, inspiring leader type, despite his seemingly kind nature and skill with a blade. Goes to show that appearances can be deceiving even to those who think themselves above a judgemental mindset... Nevertheless, it appears that they have the situation firmly in control, from what Elaine can see in reactions of the common folk. She'll leave them to it.
Saying her goodbyes to the innkeeper for the time being, Elaine once again circles the crowd and slips inside the establishment. Ah, the smell of wood and candles, both familiar and alien, similar to what she encounters aplenty whenever she finds time to visit a library, but different in certain ways. The ale is an unpleasant addition, for one; but at least there are only a few people inside, and she lets out a sigh of relief. Crowds of people are why she rarely joins other musketeers in their outings for drinks. Too many people means too much sound means her missing eye being more of a hindrance...
Elaine glances around the interior, noting the carriage driver, the serving girl and Aloys surveying them. She hesitates, not sure if she should join her colleague, and decides to compromise on approaching the bar without acknowledging the other musketeer in case he is... doing something. Spying, maybe? She doesn't understand Aloys at times - probably because they are quite literally from the opposite layers of society, a noble and an ex-thief, - but he's been friendly towards her, meaning that she doesn't want to accidentally mess up his plans, if there are any.
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I am uncertain on how much we all know about each other, so tell me if Elaine's view of other characters should be different. :DLast edited July 26, 2022 1:32 am
Jul 26, 2022 4:18 am
"Thank you, kind sir, and most appreciated." Aloys pays quickly enough, happy to have the tavern tender mind his own before he leans in where the carriage driver sat and flirted. His eyes looked over the wine that the man was drinking before he thought to himself what a man in his station could afford.
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I'm hoping to get a bit of a bonus on my Common Knowledge roll for the wine and how much the carriage driver makes. I think, being a former thief, that I would have a bit better of a read on the price of that wine and if he could afford it. My goal with all of this is to try and ferret out if the carriage driver was in on it.Rolls
Common Knowledge (Wine) - (1d4+1, 1d6+1, RA)
1d4+1 : (3) + 1 = 4
1d6+1 : (63) + 1 = 10
Common Knowledge (Driver's Wage) - (1d4+1, 1d6+1, RA)
1d4+1 : (2) + 1 = 3
1d6+1 : (2) + 1 = 3
Jul 26, 2022 11:56 am
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Jul 26, 2022 12:49 pm
Aloys ~ Now that you've gotten a look at the vintage this fellow is drinking you'd know the Innkeeper was not exaggerating. You'd have heard of this particular spirit, and you would know it can sell on black-markets for months of a common laborers wages, even a carriage driver you can assume. And this fellow looks to have had several glasses already.
Sans ~ The young woman curtsies to you--just a quick bob. She keeps her eyes fixed on the basket at her feet. Folk in the crowd eye the interaction.
"It was as his lordship said. Several men ran out from the alley of there and accosted him and his carriage. His body servant seemed outraged and tried to make one of the highway and was stabbed for his effort."
Her voice grows a bit more confident."The other villains seemed very upset at the stabbing. They cursed the one who done it as a fool." She hesitates but your previous speech gives her the courage to carry on. "I think I saw them early this morning, sir. Down near the river, where my Da's orchard is. Twas a group of men lurking about in the shadows of the trees. I thought it strange, then. But it's only now I think mayhaps it twas them that attacked his lordship."
Sans ~ The young woman curtsies to you--just a quick bob. She keeps her eyes fixed on the basket at her feet. Folk in the crowd eye the interaction.
Village Woman
Her voice grows a bit more confident."The other villains seemed very upset at the stabbing. They cursed the one who done it as a fool." She hesitates but your previous speech gives her the courage to carry on. "I think I saw them early this morning, sir. Down near the river, where my Da's orchard is. Twas a group of men lurking about in the shadows of the trees. I thought it strange, then. But it's only now I think mayhaps it twas them that attacked his lordship."
Jul 26, 2022 9:48 pm
He asks the woman directions to the orchard she mentioned, then asks about the masks.
"We saw them wearing face masks as they rode. Were they wearing masks, when you saw them? If not, did you recognize any of these men?"
"We saw them wearing face masks as they rode. Were they wearing masks, when you saw them? If not, did you recognize any of these men?"
Jul 27, 2022 1:08 am
Catching sight of Elaine coming in, Aloys would give a subtle nod for her to join him by the drinking driver. As she made her way in, he'd lean in and whisper quietly by her ear.
"The driver's spending more coin than he ought to have at all. I think we found a lead." Giving a resolute nod for her to follow his lead, he would turn his attention back towards the man beside him before leaning over and taking a sniff of the wine.
"My goodness, that's Cottonwool '84 ain't it? That's really high shelf material there. I'd ask for a glass myself but I wouldn't want to be so rude to you, you must be grieving your comrade, right?" Aloys starts, looking at the serving girl and giving her a quick nod. Could you fetch me and my friend here a drink please? Nothing as expensive, please." It was a quick enough diversion to get the girl untangled from the man and get her out of the way in case things went sour. Once she was gone, he would clear his throat.
"Were you close to Rene? A shame on how the young man went...so cruel, I say." The man was already drunk and the plan was simple; get him speaking and pay attention to his words. If he slipped up, they were there to catch him by the tongue.
"The driver's spending more coin than he ought to have at all. I think we found a lead." Giving a resolute nod for her to follow his lead, he would turn his attention back towards the man beside him before leaning over and taking a sniff of the wine.
"My goodness, that's Cottonwool '84 ain't it? That's really high shelf material there. I'd ask for a glass myself but I wouldn't want to be so rude to you, you must be grieving your comrade, right?" Aloys starts, looking at the serving girl and giving her a quick nod. Could you fetch me and my friend here a drink please? Nothing as expensive, please." It was a quick enough diversion to get the girl untangled from the man and get her out of the way in case things went sour. Once she was gone, he would clear his throat.
"Were you close to Rene? A shame on how the young man went...so cruel, I say." The man was already drunk and the plan was simple; get him speaking and pay attention to his words. If he slipped up, they were there to catch him by the tongue.
Jul 27, 2022 4:39 pm
Sans ~
Her face says she's thinking hard, trying to help.
"Tis hard to say about the masks...They were under the shade of the trees. Perhaps I saw them tie the masks on? But i thought it simply kerchiefs at the time."
She frets. "I really can't say I recognized any of them from the distance I was at. You won't take me in will you? To be interigated?!"
Aloys ~ The serving woman huffs in annoyance but complies.
In her absence:
The man turns to Aloys. He takes in the sight of the golden coat.
"It tis that vintage. My tastes are as sophisticated as anyone else's. " Defensive.
His eyes squint. "I only met 'im on this journey. Seemed like a nice enough fellow. Agreed. No one deserves a gutting like that."
Village Woman
"Tis hard to say about the masks...They were under the shade of the trees. Perhaps I saw them tie the masks on? But i thought it simply kerchiefs at the time."
She frets. "I really can't say I recognized any of them from the distance I was at. You won't take me in will you? To be interigated?!"
Aloys ~ The serving woman huffs in annoyance but complies.
In her absence:
Carriage Driver
"It tis that vintage. My tastes are as sophisticated as anyone else's. " Defensive.
His eyes squint. "I only met 'im on this journey. Seemed like a nice enough fellow. Agreed. No one deserves a gutting like that."
Jul 27, 2022 6:44 pm
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guess what he wanted to know is if they wore masks when they accosted the carriage near the inn / stabbed Rene ? Jul 27, 2022 8:32 pm
Sans ~ The middle-aged village woman makes sure she clarifies for you--the fiends were wearing masks when they killed Rene and stole the carriage and baron.
They charged from the alley fully masked!
They charged from the alley fully masked!
Jul 29, 2022 2:44 am
Elaine listens to Aloys's assessment attentively, and agrees to follow his lead with a slight nod. If it's the schmoozing they're going to be doing to lure the truth out, then she can play a part of a friendly quiet musketeer. That wine is indeed pretty suspicious; and so is the man's apparent cheerfulness despite the fresh body outside.
She participates in the conversation passively, providing appropriate hums and nods as Aloys weaves his speech, and mostly watches the driver - with her golden hair as always styled to cover half of her face, they serve as a good way to hide her stare from its intended target.
Is he fidgeting? Uncomfortable? Definitely defensive, but why? Elaine is not as good at recognizing these things as her relatives, but she knew plenty of shifty nobles and equally as shifty professors. Even she should be able to recognize a lie of some bandit... Shouldn't she?
She participates in the conversation passively, providing appropriate hums and nods as Aloys weaves his speech, and mostly watches the driver - with her golden hair as always styled to cover half of her face, they serve as a good way to hide her stare from its intended target.
Is he fidgeting? Uncomfortable? Definitely defensive, but why? Elaine is not as good at recognizing these things as her relatives, but she knew plenty of shifty nobles and equally as shifty professors. Even she should be able to recognize a lie of some bandit... Shouldn't she?
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Insight into his body language?Rolls
Notice: d6 - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (62) = 8
1d6 : (664) = 16
Jul 29, 2022 4:16 am
Elaine ~ Things you'd notice about this fellows behavior: despite his casual, semi-drunken tone he certainly appears to be anxious and nervous.
Perhaps you'd even have noticed his voice hitch just a pinch higher in tone when talking about the murdered valet.
Perhaps you'd even have noticed his voice hitch just a pinch higher in tone when talking about the murdered valet.
Jul 29, 2022 4:34 am
Clearly a fellow with something to hide, this man. A guilty conscience, perhaps?
"They still have his body lying out there," she states blandly while examining the bar counter, seemingly not very invested into the conversation and merely remarking on the going-ons outside. "Checking for clues. Whoever did it certainly wasn't a professional. Must've been an uneasy death..." Suggest a thought, let uneasy mind terrify itself; it works only fifty percent of the time, but in this man's somewhat drunken state the probability is higher. Maybe.
"They still have his body lying out there," she states blandly while examining the bar counter, seemingly not very invested into the conversation and merely remarking on the going-ons outside. "Checking for clues. Whoever did it certainly wasn't a professional. Must've been an uneasy death..." Suggest a thought, let uneasy mind terrify itself; it works only fifty percent of the time, but in this man's somewhat drunken state the probability is higher. Maybe.
Jul 29, 2022 4:43 am
When Elaine followed through, there would only be the tiniest bit of a smirk upon his face that disappeared before the man regarded him once more. He would let Elaine's final words linger in the air and on the man's mind. There were a quartet of Gold Cloaks on the scene, eager to prove themselves and the queen. Let him squirm with the thought.
"First time meeting him? Is this your first time driving the carriage for the baron then? I assume you are a local here?" Aloys would follow through with. "Must have quite the resume, most drivers I know would need to work months for such indulgences..."
"First time meeting him? Is this your first time driving the carriage for the baron then? I assume you are a local here?" Aloys would follow through with. "Must have quite the resume, most drivers I know would need to work months for such indulgences..."
Jul 29, 2022 1:39 pm
~ The Inn's Tavern Room ~
Elaine mentions the investigation and poor, dead Rene. The carriage driver takes a heavy *gulp* from his drink. His hand shakes he sets the drink back down on the polished wood.
His eyes dart between Aloys and Elaine, the rapid fire questions having an effect of him.
"First time driving? What? No. I mean yes. For the baron that is yes."
"I'm not local. I mean yes I am. Local ta the Queen's own Duchy I mean. I'm from north of the Witherwood, not this village."
He stands and puts his hands up as if to fend you off.
"Look, I didn't kill no man, and it ain't a crime to drive a wagon--I mean carriage! An' no matter how much I'm paid for it."
Elaine mentions the investigation and poor, dead Rene. The carriage driver takes a heavy *gulp* from his drink. His hand shakes he sets the drink back down on the polished wood.
His eyes dart between Aloys and Elaine, the rapid fire questions having an effect of him.
Carriage Driver
"I'm not local. I mean yes I am. Local ta the Queen's own Duchy I mean. I'm from north of the Witherwood, not this village."
He stands and puts his hands up as if to fend you off.
"Look, I didn't kill no man, and it ain't a crime to drive a wagon--I mean carriage! An' no matter how much I'm paid for it."
Jul 29, 2022 2:23 pm
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Jul 29, 2022 5:57 pm
Sans ~
She shakes her head, subtle, at your question about the baron being a known face.
"I've not seen him about m'lord. In fact, gossip says he is a newly appointed diplomat, for his majesty, the Duke of Strif. Mayhaps this is his first time out of his lieges duchy."
Sans & Issac ~
You both hear a booming voice cut through the crowd, directed at the young woman you're questioning.
"Don't worry lass, he won't bite you! Despite what his appearance would suggest!"
If you turn to look, you'd see two mounted Gold Coats riding toward the roadside Inn.
The booming voice continues, "Sans Visage! As I live and breath, man. How in Maker's Mercy are you?!"
Villagers sign against the young musketeers curse.
The captain riding next to him nods her head in greeting.
She shakes her head, subtle, at your question about the baron being a known face.
Village Woman - Lydia Delafosse
Sans & Issac ~
You both hear a booming voice cut through the crowd, directed at the young woman you're questioning.
"Don't worry lass, he won't bite you! Despite what his appearance would suggest!"
If you turn to look, you'd see two mounted Gold Coats riding toward the roadside Inn.
Mathis Baumé
Villagers sign against the young musketeers curse.
Capitaine Adélie Alarie
Jul 29, 2022 10:01 pm
"Witherwood is a lovely area," Elaine comments without much feeling, not moving from her place and only barely turning her head to keep the man in her view. "But I heard that it recently experienced a rise of banditry. It's a shame that some people are willing to harm others for personal gain like this, isn't it? Or perhaps to help people who do it avoid the law..."
She locks her fingers before herself and rests her chin upon them. "But you seem nervous, sir. Maybe you should take another drink. For poor René, and to soothe the mind?"
She locks her fingers before herself and rests her chin upon them. "But you seem nervous, sir. Maybe you should take another drink. For poor René, and to soothe the mind?"
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Jul 29, 2022 11:28 pm
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"Sans Visage! As I live and breath, man. How in Maker's Mercy are you?!"He first salutes the other rider. "Mon Capitaine," he says in deference, touching the brim of his hat.
He then turns to the other. "Mathis! Look at you, fellow! At least I have an excuse, to be ugly!" he jests addressing Mathis.
He then turns more serious. "Wish we had crossed paths on a merrier occasion... We have the attempted kidnapping of a Noble on our hands, and the murder of his valet..."
Sans will report to the others the events of the day, their intervention and their findings so far.
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Jul 30, 2022 1:43 pm
Elaine ~
As if following a command, the carriage driver takes another drink.
He takes a deep breath. "Yes you're right of course m'lady. Times are hard round those parts...and folk are doing what they can to provide for their families."
This game of cat and mouse has worn on the fellow--he's not equipped of spirit to keep up. You've rung him.
"Look...I...I ain't a carriage driver. I just drive my Da's wagon to market. A week ago, a man on horseback approached me on the fair road an' offered me coin--a lot of coin--to wait at a carriage house for his lordship to arrive. The horseman provided the carriage, even. A real nice thing from Strif."
"Anyway, his lordship, the baron, arrived 'bout a day ago and he climbed aboard with his man and off we went."
He drains his cup. "I was also told if something should happen along the way I should just let it be...I didnt k ow what it'd be! I just took the coin and agreed!"
As if following a command, the carriage driver takes another drink.
Carriage Driver
This game of cat and mouse has worn on the fellow--he's not equipped of spirit to keep up. You've rung him.
"Look...I...I ain't a carriage driver. I just drive my Da's wagon to market. A week ago, a man on horseback approached me on the fair road an' offered me coin--a lot of coin--to wait at a carriage house for his lordship to arrive. The horseman provided the carriage, even. A real nice thing from Strif."
"Anyway, his lordship, the baron, arrived 'bout a day ago and he climbed aboard with his man and off we went."
He drains his cup. "I was also told if something should happen along the way I should just let it be...I didnt k ow what it'd be! I just took the coin and agreed!"
Jul 30, 2022 1:51 pm
Sans ~ The Captain listens passively, though raises her eyebrow from time to time.
"Impressive." She says of the tale and your deeds.
Mathis chuckles and comments to the Captain. "To think I didn't want to ride out this morning. Now I'm glad you dragged me out of camp so I couls hear this tale!"
Captain Alarie narrows he gaze at Mathis. But she speaks to Sans and Issac. They are both still mounted.
"And what's the next step here gentlemen? I assume you have this under control?" She raises an eyebrow.
Capitaine Alarie
Mathis
Capitaine Adélie Alarie
"And what's the next step here gentlemen? I assume you have this under control?" She raises an eyebrow.
Jul 31, 2022 8:30 am
"Yes, Mon Capitaine. Although... We tried to talk to the Baron that we rescued from those masked brigands, but got very little out of him. Was more annoyed than grateful. He is the Duke's favorite cousin, it seems. Perhaps he would be more cooperative to an officer of your standing, Mon Capitaine? "
He suggests.
" one of us could accompany you, Mon Capitaine. The Baron withdrew in his quarters of that Inn. "
He suggests.
" one of us could accompany you, Mon Capitaine. The Baron withdrew in his quarters of that Inn. "
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Aug 1, 2022 12:32 am
Capitaine Adélie Alarie
She heels her mount toward the dark interior of the stables. "Come along Mathis. This isn't a social call."
Mathis Baumé
He tips his hat and rides to follow the captain toward the stable. "Don't leave before we get a dink, eh?" He calls back to Sans.
Aug 1, 2022 6:49 am
"Oh, that's rough friend." Aloys said, pouring himself a glass from the bottle the man had on the top of the bar before tossing in back in his throat. Shaking his head and letting out a refreshing breath, he'd turn back to him with a smile. "You're an accomplice to the attempted kidnapping of the baron, the murder of his valet, and the attempted murder of four of Her Majesty's Gold Cloaks. The sentence is certainly death by hanging for treason." It was a nonchalant and friendly tone that Aloys had as he narrated likely the end of the man's life. Looking around, he would lean in closer.
"You do have a chance to save yourself; you have to tell us everything that happened and if there is something worthwhile there, we could help you. Who was this man that hired you? What did he look like? Any scars, tattoos, anything that made him stand out? Did you hear anything else? Who else was in on it?"
"You do have a chance to save yourself; you have to tell us everything that happened and if there is something worthwhile there, we could help you. Who was this man that hired you? What did he look like? Any scars, tattoos, anything that made him stand out? Did you hear anything else? Who else was in on it?"
Aug 1, 2022 9:33 pm
Aloys ~ The carriage driver turns paler at each word out of your mouth. His eyes are wide and mouth agape by the end of your exchange.
"Sir. Please, listen to me. I'm just a bystander. Just a man who wants to better is life." He makes the sign of the gear over his heart. "It was evening when the rider approached me. A man." His eyes dart, thinking hard.
"The sun was at his back...I don't know!" He found something to latch onto. "His speech! His speech sir, it was high! He spoke with a noble bearing." Stammering. "He appeared to be tall. And perhaps he was grey at the temples! And his horse sir; I'm certain his horse was a fine animal! Much too fine for the farmers and laborers who live near me!"
The carriage driver rips his purse from his belt. He throws it on the bar top. A gold crown and two silver marks roll out. By the sound of it, there are more coins within.
"Take it sir. I don't want to coin. Tis blood money. I'm an honest man. Would never hurt a soul."
"He told me to take the coin, drive, and allow whatever happens to happen. He...he told me...perhaps he told me that some folk would be stealing the carriage--I admit it. And that I was not to arrive at this here inn before morning. So I admit, I drove slow through the night sir. But that is all."
Carriage Driver
"The sun was at his back...I don't know!" He found something to latch onto. "His speech! His speech sir, it was high! He spoke with a noble bearing." Stammering. "He appeared to be tall. And perhaps he was grey at the temples! And his horse sir; I'm certain his horse was a fine animal! Much too fine for the farmers and laborers who live near me!"
The carriage driver rips his purse from his belt. He throws it on the bar top. A gold crown and two silver marks roll out. By the sound of it, there are more coins within.
Carriage Driver
"He told me to take the coin, drive, and allow whatever happens to happen. He...he told me...perhaps he told me that some folk would be stealing the carriage--I admit it. And that I was not to arrive at this here inn before morning. So I admit, I drove slow through the night sir. But that is all."
Aug 1, 2022 9:57 pm
Sans waves Mathis goodbye, and turns his attention back to the village woman.
"You have been most helpful, Mademoiselle. Can i buy some of your fine apples, there?" he says, offering some coins.
"Where did you say your Dad's orchard was?"
He will make sure he has clear directions to the place where the woman thought she saw the brigands earlier that morning.
"You have been most helpful, Mademoiselle. Can i buy some of your fine apples, there?" he says, offering some coins.
"Where did you say your Dad's orchard was?"
He will make sure he has clear directions to the place where the woman thought she saw the brigands earlier that morning.
Aug 1, 2022 10:53 pm
Sans ~ She's happy and flattered to give you 5 apples for 1copper penny, as we'll as providing you with very clear instructions on how to get to her father's orchard.
Aug 2, 2022 11:35 pm
Elaine listens to the carriage driver and Aloys with her usual expression of slight boredom, the one she comes back to wherever she tries to hide her actual opinion of the situation. Which, in this case, is mostly disgust. What a tearjerking story this man weaves, when barely moments ago he was perfectly fine flirting with barmaids and drinking fine wine; wine bought with the money he now throws away in a grand gesture. She never understood this particular way of thought - if you got what you wanted, if the dirty deed is done already, then why give up the spoils? It seems like the least good way to atone for your actions.
"If you don't need this money now, then donate it to an orphanage," she comments coldly as the man runs out of breath. "Maybe at least some good will come out of it in the end." She pauses, then adds: "Your meeting with this man. Where exactly did it happen? What was the closest building?" Her thoughts go towards The Fox and the Hound the innkeeper told her about, but even if the establishment has nothing to do with it, it would be useful to know where to search for potential witnesses.
As the man rakes through his memory - or trembles in throes of his suddenly awakened conscience, she won't claim to know what's going on in his head, - Elaine tries to catalogue all the local nobles in her own mind. Sorting through those who are tall, have a distinct way of speaking, grey hair and at least some knowledge of horses. The criteria is vague as they come, but it still removes most of the noble youth.
"If you don't need this money now, then donate it to an orphanage," she comments coldly as the man runs out of breath. "Maybe at least some good will come out of it in the end." She pauses, then adds: "Your meeting with this man. Where exactly did it happen? What was the closest building?" Her thoughts go towards The Fox and the Hound the innkeeper told her about, but even if the establishment has nothing to do with it, it would be useful to know where to search for potential witnesses.
As the man rakes through his memory - or trembles in throes of his suddenly awakened conscience, she won't claim to know what's going on in his head, - Elaine tries to catalogue all the local nobles in her own mind. Sorting through those who are tall, have a distinct way of speaking, grey hair and at least some knowledge of horses. The criteria is vague as they come, but it still removes most of the noble youth.
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Rolls
Common Knowledge: d8 + Aristocrat - (1d8+2, 1d6+2, RA)
1d8+2 : (7) + 2 = 9
1d6+2 : (1) + 2 = 3
Aug 3, 2022 7:46 am
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what do we know of the Musketeer northern expedition that is haunting the Capitaine? Is this the first we hear of it? Does the political situation of the northern lands offer any clues to what could be its nature? Aug 3, 2022 6:40 pm
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Elaine tries to catalogue all the local nobles in her own mind. Sorting through those who are tall, have a distinct way of speaking, grey hair and at least some knowledge of horses. The criteria is vague as they come, but it still removes most of the noble youth.Tall? Older, but perhaps not too old? A noble bearing? And fine horses? Could the carriage driver have spoken to Count Robert Dimont? Your mind would form a picture of him:
And you'd recall his lands--the finest horse bearing lands in the Queen's own duchy--are not too far from The Witherwood:
He is one of the richest lords in the Queen's duchy. Have you interacted with him; and if you have how did you feel about him?
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what do we know of the Musketeer northern expedition that is haunting the Capitaine? Is this the first we hear of it? Does the political situation of the northern lands offer any clues to what could be its nature?OOC:
Let's say this is the first you've heard about the disappearance. As for the political climate...let's say you'd know that things are uneasy all over, but up until this point you've not heard of anything urgent or disastrous--but it could just be that you haven't been on the ground to see it yet...Aug 3, 2022 6:50 pm
The carriage driver looks defeated at Elaine's admonishment. But he answers her and clarifies.
"Twas about a days easy ride from here, where I met the stranger. It was near Witchop Crossroads. I was near the pig Gear Tower, where the flying ships sometimes tie off--my families farm ain't far from there you see..."
He paints a mental picture for you, of where this happened:
Carriage Driver
He paints a mental picture for you, of where this happened:
Aug 3, 2022 11:06 pm
Sans turns to Issac, asking his comrade's opinion. "What do you reckon, mon ami? A failed kidnapping here... a pampered Baron... And on top of that, the news from North are no good... a missing musketeer could be a lot of trouble. I wonder what kind of mission he was sent to fulfil. Jonathan Jullien... let me think..."
He tries to recall if he heard anything of the missing Gold Coat during his training and his brief career as a fully fledged Musketeer.He shakes his head slowly. "Nah... doesn't ring any bell. You heard the name before, Issac?"
He tries to recall if he heard anything of the missing Gold Coat during his training and his brief career as a fully fledged Musketeer.
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using Common Knowledge to see if he recalls anything about the manLast edited August 3, 2022 11:07 pm
Rolls
Common Knowledge* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (3) = 3
Aug 3, 2022 11:55 pm
Aloys eyes the bag of gold that was put there and he would reach over to take it, even as Elaine brought up the fact that the man could donate it. Slipping it under his coat, he spoke up.
"My comrade is right, though you have shown you are of poor moral fiber. You are to stay here at the inn until we retrieve you or relieve you, you will help us identify this stranger." Aloys looks towards Elaine, ready to see if she has any other questions or if they could relieve the man to his cups and sorrow.
"My comrade is right, though you have shown you are of poor moral fiber. You are to stay here at the inn until we retrieve you or relieve you, you will help us identify this stranger." Aloys looks towards Elaine, ready to see if she has any other questions or if they could relieve the man to his cups and sorrow.
Aug 4, 2022 2:19 am
Carriage Driver
Aug 6, 2022 7:01 am
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Dunno how much freedom I can take with the count's backstory, hope this is alright!With their counties being not too far away from each other, Elaine and her brother had plenty of chances to enjoy dubious pleasure of interacting with Count Dimont - and more importantly, with his two brats. Both sons, both fine riders and swordfighters, resourceful and not bad-looking - but annoying to no end, their egos as vast as their father's riches. The enmity between two pairs of siblings was quick to spark, catching like fire on a haystack and growing stronger with every new meeting their parents arranged. In hindsight, it was rather childish of all of them to waste time on one-upping each other, but they did, and they delighted in every victory. She wonders if the brothers are still living here. If they do, encountering them again would be an experience for sure.
The worst thing is that Count Dimont is smart. Not book-smart, like herself; no, much more effectively smart. There was a reason he was still rich and held his position at the top for so long where lesser nobles fell to ruin, especially in the recent years. And a smart noble who knew her before Elaine joined Golden Coats was a capital threat to her position. Someone who was aware she had no interest in weapon arts... Bitter irony is that Elaine herself told him that, her younger self intrigued by the count and his calm, authoritative attitude. Hmm. She almost wishes he was framed; his fools of sons aside, the count himself wasn't a bad man in her opinion. Then again, it was long ago...
Seeing Aloys looking at her, Elaine simply nods to indicate her lack of interest in the miserable man and stands up from her seat. The "driver" is thoroughly scared, no doubt, and unlikely to be a problem, so she sees no reason to question him further. "Join me," she request of Aloys and heads towards a corner of the room, strategically chosen so that the interior acoustics mask their voice to an extent. She waits for the other musketeer and once he is here, doesn't delay in relaying the information: "I have an idea of which noble rider he spoke to." Elaine quickly describes the count - leaving out her history with his sons; it's embarrassing, - and adds afterwards: "I also learned earlier of a tavern where shadowy types dwell. It might warrant investigation too."
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Aug 6, 2022 9:55 am
"Strange times indeed Sans. I say we go meet up with Aloys and Elaine, see what news they have. Grab a drink while there, of course, then investigate the area Ms. Delafosse mentioned."
As Issac heads toward the inn, "Oh, and acquiesce to Mathis's demands for a drink." with a merry wink.
As Issac heads toward the inn, "Oh, and acquiesce to Mathis's demands for a drink." with a merry wink.
Aug 7, 2022 5:33 am
Aloys tips his head towards the man, rising from the bar and joining Elaine as they walked. The corner of the tavern was exactly where he would've picked as well, settling into the dim corner and leaning in towards her as she relays the information. It seemed that diversifying the Gold Cloaks was a brilliant move on the Queen's part, the Baron's heftiness be damned. The mention of a tavern raises an eyebrow from him as he nods softly.
"That is a good starting place. We'll need to decide whether we go in loudly or quietly. I doubt that they'll be willing to share information with us freely without coin or leverage. More coin than what our driver was paid." Aloys adds, a grin spreading on his face. There was a certain joy in using his "talents" for the betterment of the crown and with the law mostly on his side. Had to be carefully with the aristocracy. "Does your noble have a good motive for wanting to cause disruption in the land? Or perhaps humiliating the Queen in her lands?"
"That is a good starting place. We'll need to decide whether we go in loudly or quietly. I doubt that they'll be willing to share information with us freely without coin or leverage. More coin than what our driver was paid." Aloys adds, a grin spreading on his face. There was a certain joy in using his "talents" for the betterment of the crown and with the law mostly on his side. Had to be carefully with the aristocracy. "Does your noble have a good motive for wanting to cause disruption in the land? Or perhaps humiliating the Queen in her lands?"
Aug 7, 2022 3:28 pm
The common room of the inn begins to fill with some of the folk who were in the crowd outside--now that the body is being loaded onto a cart and the "excitement" has died down a bit.
The spacious room gains the usually tavern sounds; low chatting, chairs scrapping, mugs hitting tabletops, and gentle laughter.
The spacious room gains the usually tavern sounds; low chatting, chairs scrapping, mugs hitting tabletops, and gentle laughter.
Aug 7, 2022 10:32 pm
"From what I know, he shouldn't have. But I didn't waste a lot of effort staying in contact with high society during my years as a muskeeter, and things might have changed since I knew him," Elaine sighs and brushes her hair out of her eye. "Considering that the baron is a diplomat from Strif, perhaps there is a deeper political reason than simply disruption. When it comes to aristocracy, I wouldn't be surprised... But it is also possible that I'm mistaken, or the description is wrong altogether. The man who gave it to us is a half-drunk culprit accomplice; speaking of which, maybe we should have Queen's Guard supervise him."
She looks around as the tavern fills out with the common folk. "And we should reconvene with Isaac and Sans." She frowns slightly. "I wonder what's keeping them outside..."
She looks around as the tavern fills out with the common folk. "And we should reconvene with Isaac and Sans." She frowns slightly. "I wonder what's keeping them outside..."
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Aug 8, 2022 8:13 am
He nods to his comrade and follows Issac inside the inn, to regroup with their fellow Musketeers.
He once again wraps his Cape around the lower part of his face, before entering.
He once again wraps his Cape around the lower part of his face, before entering.
Aug 8, 2022 6:02 pm
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Let's hop over to the corner table shall we?The room starts to get stuff, despite being airy and large.
What do you all do, discuss or communicate? What's the mood now?
Aug 8, 2022 8:29 pm
Sans catches his comrades up on his and Issac's finding outside the inn, keeping his tone hushed.
"A woman in the crowd thinks she saw the assailants this morning near an orchard. We got directions to it. They were hiding in the trees there."
After a tankard of ale is in front of him, he sips from it and continues, "and you'll never guess who made a passing appearance... Fellow Gold Coats Capitaine Adelie Alaire and Mathis Baumé... The Capitaine was in a bad mood too... She sent Musketeer Jonathan Jullien on a mission, and heard word he is nowhere to be found."
He looks around the table, "Do any of you know more of Julien's mission?"
"A woman in the crowd thinks she saw the assailants this morning near an orchard. We got directions to it. They were hiding in the trees there."
After a tankard of ale is in front of him, he sips from it and continues, "and you'll never guess who made a passing appearance... Fellow Gold Coats Capitaine Adelie Alaire and Mathis Baumé... The Capitaine was in a bad mood too... She sent Musketeer Jonathan Jullien on a mission, and heard word he is nowhere to be found."
He looks around the table, "Do any of you know more of Julien's mission?"
Aug 8, 2022 11:38 pm
Elaine listens to Sans relaying the story, then summarizes what she and Aloys discovered. "The carriage driver is a local who was hired to drive the carriage, not ask question and let everything happen as it did. The one who hired him was a noble I suspect to be Count Dimont, of the Queen's duchy - his lands are north-east from here, beyond Witherwood. The local met him near Witchop Crossroads, and got paid a hefty sum for this situation."
She pauses, thinking over her companion's earlier words. "You say the assailants were noticed nearby? The innkeeper told me that there is a tavern down the river named The Fox and the Hound, where less moral and law-abiding folks gather. Perhaps they stayed there before today's morning."
At the news of other Golden Coats passing by, Elaine only hums noncommittally. She tries not to interact with the musketeers outside her usual circle too much, for the fear of someone discovering her secret, so she haven't heard a lot about the mission.
She pauses, thinking over her companion's earlier words. "You say the assailants were noticed nearby? The innkeeper told me that there is a tavern down the river named The Fox and the Hound, where less moral and law-abiding folks gather. Perhaps they stayed there before today's morning."
At the news of other Golden Coats passing by, Elaine only hums noncommittally. She tries not to interact with the musketeers outside her usual circle too much, for the fear of someone discovering her secret, so she haven't heard a lot about the mission.
Aug 9, 2022 1:30 am
Issac half listens as his companions bring each other up to speed. He takes out the leather bound appointment book found on Regi's person and starts rifling through it.
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Would this be a Notice or Research roll to see is anything worthwhile is discovered?Rolls
Notice * - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (1) = 1
Research - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d4-2 : (1) - 2 = -1
1d6-2 : (3) - 2 = 1
Aug 9, 2022 1:44 am
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Would this be a Notice or Research roll to see is anything worthwhile is discovered?OOC:
oooOOOoo, let's go Research.Aug 9, 2022 1:46 am
Mathis Baumé
Aug 9, 2022 1:49 am
Issac ~ The contents of the appointment book don't seem to be very helpful. Perhaps the method by which they're written is too particular to valets to make much sense to those not in the position?
Aug 9, 2022 1:50 am
Mathis Baumé
When his ale arrives he slurps at it in a thirsty fashion.
Aug 10, 2022 1:23 pm
Elaine simply nods at Mathis in greeting, hiding her slight irritation at the man's intrusion. Maybe it's her past speaking, but trusting anyone besides her current companions does not come easy. And Mathis, whichever relationships he holds with the other three, is an outsider to her. So Elaine lets others fill the man in, instead focusing on watching Isaac examine the leather-bound book. Maybe she can take a look at it afterwards too... More handwriting samples are always useful.
Aug 11, 2022 12:05 am
Sans glances at Elaine, noticing the shift in her demeanour at the arrival of Mathis. Then he looks at the latter, saying "Question is, what did we miss, Mathis? The Capitaine was in quite a state. Do you know what was Jullien's mission up North? Quite unusual to send a solitary Gold Coat, is it not? "
Aug 11, 2022 1:29 am
Issac is confounded by the almost cryptic nature of the book. The writing itself looks as if scratched by the most ill-tempered of chickens, sure, but beyond that, it's just a series of random numbers, dates, and notes. There's no beginning , middle, or end. He pushes the book away in disgust, "Here, you all give it a go. I'm going to order a pint and some grub.".
Issac's almost relieved when Mathis walks in, giving him a chance to focus on something else. He doesn't know the man well, but he seems like a jovial sort who doesn't take this job too seriously at all times. He nods his head as Sans speaks, curious what the Gold Coat will have to say.
Issac's almost relieved when Mathis walks in, giving him a chance to focus on something else. He doesn't know the man well, but he seems like a jovial sort who doesn't take this job too seriously at all times. He nods his head as Sans speaks, curious what the Gold Coat will have to say.
Aug 11, 2022 3:11 pm
Mathis Baumé
Mathis leans in across the table and speaks lower. "But I looked into it myself. Asked around the capital. It seems Jullien had busted up some smuggling ring. That led him to suspect conspiracy, against the crown perhaps."
The young man leans back in his chair again, and chugs from his mug--ale dribbling down his chin.
Mathis Baumé
He finishes off his drink. "But I ain't a historian."
Aug 11, 2022 3:16 pm
Mathis Baumé
"Not that'd she say that of course. I just know her well. Like I said, she dragged me out of bed this morn, eager and angry to be on the road before the sun was up, all so we could ride north. She seemed annoyed to see you lot here--likely as she knew I'd slow us down by insisting on having a drink with ya Sans!"
Aug 11, 2022 8:43 pm
"Well the Captain knows you well," he says clunking his tankard against Mathis's one.
After sipping the cheap and cheerful brew, he adds
"I must say, there's nothing furtive about our uniform. Jullien must have stood out wherever he went, even if alone..."
He looks at Mathis, "We'd offer to help and ride north with you and the Captain... But it sounds like she'd resent the intrusion. We'd better keep looking into the Baron's kidnapping for now. "
He is struck by an afterthought. "Say, Mathis, these folks from the dyers guild... Did they wear a mask, in their trade?"
After sipping the cheap and cheerful brew, he adds
"I must say, there's nothing furtive about our uniform. Jullien must have stood out wherever he went, even if alone..."
He looks at Mathis, "We'd offer to help and ride north with you and the Captain... But it sounds like she'd resent the intrusion. We'd better keep looking into the Baron's kidnapping for now. "
He is struck by an afterthought. "Say, Mathis, these folks from the dyers guild... Did they wear a mask, in their trade?"
Aug 11, 2022 9:58 pm
As Isaac pushes away the appointment book, Elaine doesn't miss a beat and pulls it towards herself, her usual dislike of being forward overshadowed by her curiosity about its contents. She carefully picks it up and slowly peruses the pages, marvelling at the handwriting - which is only slightly more legible than her own natural one - and at the well-organized rows of numbers which she presumes to be dates. She never had to do organizing like this; their family had servants to do menial tasks, and as a musketeer there weren't as many things to keep track of to require lists upon lists of records. It is intriguing to Elaine in a way a tool of an unfamiliar profession is.
She tries to keep track of the conversation between Sans and Mathias as well, her eye even tearing away from the book as the former mentions the masks. If Mathias confirms the guess, perhaps this whole case is a more vast conspiracy than a simple noble squabble... It might explain why Count Dimont is involved, at least.
She tries to keep track of the conversation between Sans and Mathias as well, her eye even tearing away from the book as the former mentions the masks. If Mathias confirms the guess, perhaps this whole case is a more vast conspiracy than a simple noble squabble... It might explain why Count Dimont is involved, at least.
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Rolls
Research: d10 - (1d10, 1d6, RA)
1d10 : (7) = 7
1d6 : (3) = 3
Aug 14, 2022 6:27 pm
Mathis Baumé
"When I was askin' round about this particular guild, folks said they used to have an exclusive, royal contract. They made some brilliant color or something--maybe from a flower that grows near their village; something like that."
"In any event, after the Duchy War, I guess the queen no longer kept the contract with the guild. So their operations in the capital dried up."
Aug 14, 2022 6:57 pm
Elaine ~
There are many appointments in the books, most checked off, that are from over the past month. They contain full names of minor nobles from the Duchy of Strif. It'd be clear they are irrelevant.
The appointments over the past week seem more cryptic--abbreviated with shorthand, initials or seeming "nonsense" but your research would tell you it's pertinent to recent events:
15 Highsummer, Bitter Warlock north road, N. M. of D. G. ~ 15 g.
16 Highsummer, W Stables, Tally D.
19 Highsummer, F&H, the marked CapToday is the 19th.
There are many appointments in the books, most checked off, that are from over the past month. They contain full names of minor nobles from the Duchy of Strif. It'd be clear they are irrelevant.
The appointments over the past week seem more cryptic--abbreviated with shorthand, initials or seeming "nonsense" but your research would tell you it's pertinent to recent events:
[ +- ] Contents
15 Highsummer, Bitter Warlock north road, N. M. of D. G. ~ 15 g.
16 Highsummer, W Stables, Tally D.
19 Highsummer, F&H, the marked Cap
OOC:
The line through the last entry looks like it was made in hasteAug 15, 2022 12:09 am
Elaine narrows her eyes at these last three records, meticulously analyzing each one.
F&H is undoubtedly The Fox and the Hound, which matches the pattern of Rene putting place names in the middle. W Stables might indicate Witherwood, or perhaps Witchop - although either would be questionable in relation to the timeline, since it's only about a day of travel from here, yet the appointment was three days ago. Perhaps she should look for the baron again and ask where they were back on 16th to confirm or disprove the nature of W.
The last part in every record is trickier... Except is it truly? N. M. of D. G. She'd think that D stood for Duchy, if not for the complete lack of G-named duchies in the royal province. A person of the Dyers Guild, then. And perhaps a clue that the second record, Tally D, is also related to the dyers.
Elaine hums and looks through the book again, trying to see if there are any more Ds among Rene's appointments. Without raising her head, she also addresses Mathis: "If you looked into the guild, can you name the most prominent figures from it?" The woman doesn't clarify why she is asking, continuing to examine the pages with an unreadable expression.
F&H is undoubtedly The Fox and the Hound, which matches the pattern of Rene putting place names in the middle. W Stables might indicate Witherwood, or perhaps Witchop - although either would be questionable in relation to the timeline, since it's only about a day of travel from here, yet the appointment was three days ago. Perhaps she should look for the baron again and ask where they were back on 16th to confirm or disprove the nature of W.
The last part in every record is trickier... Except is it truly? N. M. of D. G. She'd think that D stood for Duchy, if not for the complete lack of G-named duchies in the royal province. A person of the Dyers Guild, then. And perhaps a clue that the second record, Tally D, is also related to the dyers.
Elaine hums and looks through the book again, trying to see if there are any more Ds among Rene's appointments. Without raising her head, she also addresses Mathis: "If you looked into the guild, can you name the most prominent figures from it?" The woman doesn't clarify why she is asking, continuing to examine the pages with an unreadable expression.
Aug 15, 2022 6:56 pm
Mathis Baumé
"The last leader of note, as far as I could tell, was one Nicole Moreau. I actually went to her estate in Capital but it was boarded up. Locals said no one's been there since the War."
Aug 16, 2022 1:55 am
Elaine gives Mathias a very unimpressed look upon hearing his first comment. "Thank you," she responds after he provides the name - one which supports her deductions, no less, - and then stands up from the table. "I want to talk with the baron again. His valet was in contact with the Dyers Guild. Would any of you wish to accompany me?"
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Aug 16, 2022 6:15 am
"I will," he says, finishing good beer. "Although I am not optimistic about his will to co-operate..."
OOC:
does Elaine show the entries she found to the others? I think Sans would recognise in "the marked Cap" the Capitaine and her face scar... Aug 16, 2022 11:55 am
OOC:
Oh, good catch. I was thinking more along the lines of a cap as a headwear. XDFor the question, I specifically didn't want to show any detailed info next to Mathis. But I imagine Elaine will share it with whoever accompanies her once they're out of the earshot.
Aug 17, 2022 12:04 am
"I don't believe his Highness will take kindly to my presence. I can take a look at the orchard where the brigands were coalescing. Aloys, and Mathis, you're welcome to join me."
Looking at his unfinished ale, "Is there an open container law here?"
Looking at his unfinished ale, "Is there an open container law here?"
Rolls
Common Knowledge* - open container law - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (43) = 7
1d6 : (4) = 4
Aug 17, 2022 7:08 am
Sans nods to Issac in agreement, and follows Elaine as she stands to find the Baron's quarters.
"We can meet again here at this Inn, or send a messenger if you need us there," he says.
"We can meet again here at this Inn, or send a messenger if you need us there," he says.
OOC:
OK, Sans will share his observation about the cryptic "marked Cap" possibly indicating the Gold Coat Capitaine with her facial scar, as soon as Elaine shows him the annotation in Rene's booklet, out of earshot.Last edited August 17, 2022 7:10 am
Aug 17, 2022 7:11 am
"Sounds like a capital idea." Aloys speaks up from having counted the coin within his cloak for a moment and doing the quick math of splitting it amidst his companions. A donation to the Queen's chosen guard was the very least that the man could do for the crime he had committed. "If either of you learn anything, don't run out without us. It seems that the situation is getting thicker by the minute. Also...good to see you Mathis, apologies for the silence."
Aloys nods to the man before looking around, clearing his throat. "Are we to walk with you if you're accompanying us or could you perhaps gain us some horses? We've already acquired some early to rescue the Duke and I would think the locals not too pleased if we did so for a less...dramatic reason."
Aloys nods to the man before looking around, clearing his throat. "Are we to walk with you if you're accompanying us or could you perhaps gain us some horses? We've already acquired some early to rescue the Duke and I would think the locals not too pleased if we did so for a less...dramatic reason."
Aug 17, 2022 8:13 pm
Issac ~ Your local common knowledge regarding decency laws is good--is there a law against drinking in public here; what do you recall?
Mathis finishes his drink in a gulp and belches. "I'd be happy to join you Issac, my lad." He'll follow Issac about, and tips his hat at Aloys' greeting.
He then responds to Aloys' as they start walking. "You're like to pay dear to find some good horseflesh round here. These country folk hold on to their horses as if they were wealthy spouses. And sadly," he picks lint from his golden coat, "my reputation is not as famous as it should be round these parts."
Mathis Baumé
He then responds to Aloys' as they start walking. "You're like to pay dear to find some good horseflesh round here. These country folk hold on to their horses as if they were wealthy spouses. And sadly," he picks lint from his golden coat, "my reputation is not as famous as it should be round these parts."
Aug 17, 2022 8:16 pm
The fancy mechanical clock strikes out the hour in the common room--the keeper has returned to watching his patrons from his gearwork chair, and the crowd outside has long since dispersed as the party of Gold Cloaks go about their leads.
Then, pick up in the scenes you've established going in to!
Edit- forgot to mention the coinagein the purse: 3 gold, 15 silver, and 50 copper
OOC:
I'd say the end of this scene feels like a "session conclusion." Let's take a moment to reset bennies. Let's also take a moment to take an Advance for the awesome RP and investigating.Then, pick up in the scenes you've established going in to!
Edit- forgot to mention the coinagein the purse: 3 gold, 15 silver, and 50 copper
Aug 18, 2022 4:53 am
Dunko says:
The fancy mechanical clock strikes out the hour in the common room--the keeper has returned to watching his patrons from his gearwork chair, and the crowd outside has long since dispersed as the party of Gold Cloaks go about their leads.OOC:
I'd say the end of this scene feels like a "session conclusion." Let's take a moment to reset bennies. Let's also take a moment to take an Advance for the awesome RP and investigating.Then, pick up in the scenes you've established going in to!
Edit- forgot to mention the coinagein the purse: 3 gold, 15 silver, and 50 copper
Aug 18, 2022 7:37 am
OOC:
Excellent work, Musketeers!Pasting here the SWADE Advance options for everyone's reference
[ +- ] Advance Rules
-under Agility (d8), Shooting was at d4-2, goes to d4.
-under Agility (d8), Thievery was at d4, goes to d6.
Aug 20, 2022 4:12 am
OOC:
Neat, great job everyone! (And a new level to intimidate the baron with, whoo! :0)I'll use the Advance to take Investigator Edge, to represent what Elaine's been doing all this chapter.
Aug 21, 2022 5:12 am
Issac remembers there being an open container law, but technically restricted to the seedier parts of town (Scum Alley, Mistress Meadows, etc). Though not fully enforced elsewhere, best not to rile the local constabulary further, what with the current happenings.
He quickly downs his ale and sets down payment for the meal, grimacing at the lightening of his coin purse. While exiting with Aloys and Mathis, he claps a hand on Mathis's shoulder, "We can start improving your stance with the townsfolk by joining me in a local celebration. There's a stable boy who's turning 14, and I dearly need to keep his horseflesh, *and* get paid. Tell me, can you keep your composure with sharp objects being thrown at you?" A pause. "For the children, my good man."
He quickly downs his ale and sets down payment for the meal, grimacing at the lightening of his coin purse. While exiting with Aloys and Mathis, he claps a hand on Mathis's shoulder, "We can start improving your stance with the townsfolk by joining me in a local celebration. There's a stable boy who's turning 14, and I dearly need to keep his horseflesh, *and* get paid. Tell me, can you keep your composure with sharp objects being thrown at you?" A pause. "For the children, my good man."
OOC:
kudos y'all, to great rp'ing all around! I'll take the Provoke Edge.Aug 21, 2022 9:14 pm
Mathis Baumé
He continues merrily walking along with Issac and Aloys.
Aug 21, 2022 9:17 pm
As the three gold coats make their way out of the inn they pass by the large stable.
Unseen in a back corner, Captain Alarie speaks, heads together with the guards who were on the scene when your party arrived...
Capitaine Adélie Alarie
Aug 22, 2022 3:25 am
With the grin on Issacs's face matching Mathis's, "Well then, friend, let's do it. After we check out the grove, I'll find some time later to schedule a gathering with the boy and his family. I'm thinking of a skit akin to the classic Babbet and Morello 'Who begets the primary', a real lark the kids are sure to enjoy. And if that fails, knife throwing!"
OOC:
Hmm, seems like there is something fishy with la'capitaine! Wonder if Mathis isn't who he seems either now.Aug 22, 2022 3:33 am
"The Morello and Babbet gag? I'm afraid the children won't even remember that one. Maybe some of the parents and they're the ones paying for the celebration. Nevermind, it sounds like a great idea." Aloys chimes in, moving a little faster on his shorter legs to keep up with his taller, broader companions. "I'm not half bad with a thrown blade. We could both throw knives at him while he complains. Twice the danger, twice the excitement, yeah?"
Aug 22, 2022 7:33 pm
Aloys and Issac
Farmers, crofters, and tradesfolk going about their tasks round the village glance with interest at the three musketeers making their way down the dusty, narrow dirt roadway.
Mathis smooths his mustache but grins at the prospect of impressing the local village folk with his bravery. "Aye, as long as you both have true aim, I reckon my role will be the easier." He practices his complaints on the walk--"I said I was in need of a wash, not a SHAVE!"
A quick jaunt outside the villages edge, and the road curves round a couple hills. Pleasant summer day is filled with the sound of summer grass rustling in the wind. Round one more bend and you'd see the river, with orchards stretching all the way to its gurgling edge.
At the rivers edge, you see homes and shacks less well kept than in the village proper. Smells like fish and mud.
You'd also be able to clearly identify the copse of trees the village woman had referred to.
Farmers, crofters, and tradesfolk going about their tasks round the village glance with interest at the three musketeers making their way down the dusty, narrow dirt roadway.
Mathis Baumé
A quick jaunt outside the villages edge, and the road curves round a couple hills. Pleasant summer day is filled with the sound of summer grass rustling in the wind. Round one more bend and you'd see the river, with orchards stretching all the way to its gurgling edge.
At the rivers edge, you see homes and shacks less well kept than in the village proper. Smells like fish and mud.
You'd also be able to clearly identify the copse of trees the village woman had referred to.
Aug 22, 2022 8:17 pm
Sans approaches a servant girl carrying a bucket of water, and asks her the whereabouts of the Baron's quarters.
He wants to ascertain the security of such quarters, and use this inspection as an excuse to gain audience.
"After all, we want to ensure the man does not get kidnapped again," he says as he explains his thinking to Ellaine. "Now, If I had just had a close call with those bandits, I'd have several men guarding doors and windows... Let's see what measures the Baron has put in place..."
He lowers his voice, "unless of course he knew exactly that another attempt will not be tried... Or unless he wanted to be whisked away..."
He wants to ascertain the security of such quarters, and use this inspection as an excuse to gain audience.
"After all, we want to ensure the man does not get kidnapped again," he says as he explains his thinking to Ellaine. "Now, If I had just had a close call with those bandits, I'd have several men guarding doors and windows... Let's see what measures the Baron has put in place..."
He lowers his voice, "unless of course he knew exactly that another attempt will not be tried... Or unless he wanted to be whisked away..."
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Aug 22, 2022 9:26 pm
"The city is more of my specialty, gentlemen." Aloys said as they left the more prosperous part of the village and made their way into the more ruined, poorer parts. The smell was what he noticed first. Poverty always had its unique scents, a mixture of unpleasantry that let you know that where you were was not great. The city reeked of piss, shit, and other industries that could not be allowed near "proper" businesses and residences. It seemed that the same was true here.
Aloys grew more quiet as they entered in, his eyes scanning the ramshackled housings and dark parts of the town. Servants of the Queen may not be looked on too kindly here, even if they weren't responsible for their danger.
Aloys grew more quiet as they entered in, his eyes scanning the ramshackled housings and dark parts of the town. Servants of the Queen may not be looked on too kindly here, even if they weren't responsible for their danger.
OOC:
I'd like to make a Notice check for anyone following us or keeping tabs on us as we pass through.Rolls
Notice* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (64) = 10
Aug 23, 2022 3:33 pm
San's & Elaine ~
The serving girl curtsies and leads you to a back stair. She directs you to the second floor where you'd find a short hallway and the door to the Baron's room. The polished wooden fixtures give the hall the smell of beeswax. It'd be clear there are no personal guards posted round his room.
Aloys ~
You'd be absolutely sure that no one has followed you.
Your keen ability to Notice things would also alert you to the fact that an old man tried to furtively enter a nearby building after seeing the three of you approach. The building has a sign above its door--the sign is painted with a stylized fox and a stylized hound of some sort.
The serving girl curtsies and leads you to a back stair. She directs you to the second floor where you'd find a short hallway and the door to the Baron's room. The polished wooden fixtures give the hall the smell of beeswax. It'd be clear there are no personal guards posted round his room.
Aloys ~
You'd be absolutely sure that no one has followed you.
Your keen ability to Notice things would also alert you to the fact that an old man tried to furtively enter a nearby building after seeing the three of you approach. The building has a sign above its door--the sign is painted with a stylized fox and a stylized hound of some sort.
Aug 23, 2022 4:27 pm
"Gentlemen..." Aloys says, stopping for a moment in the road as he watches the old man struggle to get into the establishment. The Fox and Hound, a rough tavern that notable ne'er-do-wells tended to frequent. It may have been a place that their would-be kidnappers could've been planning things. At least if he remembers the conversation well enough. "...that is the Fox and Hound. Elaine learned that could be where the ruffians could've recruited their number or even planned the ambush."
"If you two want to go in, I'll circle around and see if there is another way in. If they're having clandestine meetings there, I doubt they're in the common room. Maybe I can sneak in and find out something more while you two question folks and be the big distraction?" Aloys, for his more criminal origin, wasn't shy about using it for their benefit. "If there is nothing, I'll just come in and join you both a moment later. Fair?"
"If you two want to go in, I'll circle around and see if there is another way in. If they're having clandestine meetings there, I doubt they're in the common room. Maybe I can sneak in and find out something more while you two question folks and be the big distraction?" Aloys, for his more criminal origin, wasn't shy about using it for their benefit. "If there is nothing, I'll just come in and join you both a moment later. Fair?"
Aug 24, 2022 2:38 am
Isaac nods his head at Aloy's plan "More than fair. Come Mathis, let us go introduce oursleves."
Heading toward the Fox and Hounds entrance, he adjusts his rapier and throwing knives, just in case, and walks through the door.
Heading toward the Fox and Hounds entrance, he adjusts his rapier and throwing knives, just in case, and walks through the door.
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Aug 24, 2022 4:41 pm
Issac ~
You enter the tavern with Mathis. You'd immediately be hit by the pungent scent of stale, dried wine (maybe vomit mixed in there). The place is cramped, dark, and stuffy.
A full room of furrowed brows and bad attitudes stare at you as you cross the threshold.
Aloys ~
Behind the tavern is a cramped little yard that contains a small shack. A man stands in that shack, his hairy back to you, as he chops the heads off fish with a cleaver--he throws the heads in the dirt behind him and the bodies in a wicker basket.
There is a backdoor that can be assumed to lead to a kitchen. Anything else the former thief would note of interest?
You enter the tavern with Mathis. You'd immediately be hit by the pungent scent of stale, dried wine (maybe vomit mixed in there). The place is cramped, dark, and stuffy.
A full room of furrowed brows and bad attitudes stare at you as you cross the threshold.
Aloys ~
Behind the tavern is a cramped little yard that contains a small shack. A man stands in that shack, his hairy back to you, as he chops the heads off fish with a cleaver--he throws the heads in the dirt behind him and the bodies in a wicker basket.
There is a backdoor that can be assumed to lead to a kitchen. Anything else the former thief would note of interest?
Aug 24, 2022 5:26 pm
Quote:
She directs you to the second floor where you'd find a short hallway and the door to the Baron's room.Last edited August 24, 2022 5:28 pm
Rolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (62) = 8
1d6 : (1) = 1
Aug 24, 2022 6:08 pm
Sans ~
(raise) You'd be certain the baron is alone in his room--no speaking, no additional footsteps, etc.
In fact, you can hear him poking the fire with an iron periodically.
(raise) You'd be certain the baron is alone in his room--no speaking, no additional footsteps, etc.
In fact, you can hear him poking the fire with an iron periodically.
Aug 24, 2022 8:21 pm
Aloys waits for his comrades to enter into the tavern before he circles around the back, his steps as quiet as he can be. He makes his way to that backdoor and peeks through any window to see if it just led to a kitchen or anywhere else. He also checked to see if there was anyone else inside there working with the man cutting off heads at the shack.
OOC:
I'll make a stealth roll, just in case one is needed.Rolls
Stealth* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (65) = 11
1d6 : (3) = 3
Aug 25, 2022 2:04 am
Issac feels his eyes tearing up as the smell gets to him. Wiping them dry, he steps a bit further in and looks around. He's played in grimy taverns similar to this, but by Clock, the smell was at least better in those! He hopes Aloys finishes quickly so they can leave post haste.
In an almost bellowing tone, he calls out to the patrons "Fellow drunkards! First off, a little light and a fresh breeze would do wonders for this place! Secondly, my comrade and I are investigating the attempted hikacking of His Honor, The Highness, Lord Baron. Some birds tweeted that the ruffians responsible plotted said attempt at this very establishment! For a free drink, top shelf, courtesy of my comrade, would anyone care to tell us more?"
In an almost bellowing tone, he calls out to the patrons "Fellow drunkards! First off, a little light and a fresh breeze would do wonders for this place! Secondly, my comrade and I are investigating the attempted hikacking of His Honor, The Highness, Lord Baron. Some birds tweeted that the ruffians responsible plotted said attempt at this very establishment! For a free drink, top shelf, courtesy of my comrade, would anyone care to tell us more?"
OOC:
Persuasion roll, just in caseOOC:
I'll spend a Benny.Last edited August 25, 2022 5:29 pm
Rolls
Persuasion* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (3) = 3
Persuasion* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (43) = 7
1d6 : (5) = 5
Aug 25, 2022 5:42 pm
Aloys ~
You'd see that the man choppin' fish in the little shack is along. His rhythm of *slap*, *tonk*, *schwap* keeps him occupied and he never looks up from his work.
You'd also find two dirty, grimed, cracked windows to look through. One looks in to a small kitchen where a bored boy stirs a great pot of fish stew over a small fire. The other looks in on a low ceilinged backroom--it has a large table with chairs, a utilitarian lookin' shelf and that's about it. Although...yes: there's something on the floor next to one of the chairs. Cloth article of some sort--but the window is too caked to make it out clearly.
You'd see that the man choppin' fish in the little shack is along. His rhythm of *slap*, *tonk*, *schwap* keeps him occupied and he never looks up from his work.
You'd also find two dirty, grimed, cracked windows to look through. One looks in to a small kitchen where a bored boy stirs a great pot of fish stew over a small fire. The other looks in on a low ceilinged backroom--it has a large table with chairs, a utilitarian lookin' shelf and that's about it. Although...yes: there's something on the floor next to one of the chairs. Cloth article of some sort--but the window is too caked to make it out clearly.
Aug 25, 2022 5:59 pm
Issac ~At your offer of free, expensive, drinks so folks lick there lips, eagerness in their eyes.
But all the patrons turn their heads to look at one man at the bar. His stool *screeetches* as he stands up.
His clothes are dirty, but stylish. His sword belt is chipped and scarred. But the blade sheathed there looks well cared for--and well used if the hilt is any indication.
Two gear lock pistols dangle from is shoulder and waist, respectively. He smiles and considers your words--it's clear by his demeanor he is starting unfriendly to your cause...
Mathis side-eyes Issac at the line "courtesy of my comrade."
But all the patrons turn their heads to look at one man at the bar. His stool *screeetches* as he stands up.
Tavern Bravo
Two gear lock pistols dangle from is shoulder and waist, respectively. He smiles and considers your words--it's clear by his demeanor he is starting unfriendly to your cause...
Mathis Baumé
Rolls
Per vs Bravos Spirited Desire to Unlike a Gold Coat - (1d8, RA)
(3) = 3
Aug 25, 2022 6:00 pm
Aloys peers through the windows, studying the grounds for a moment, before testing the door himself to see if it opens or not. If it does not, he fishes out two pieces of metal wires and quietly tries to go to work. It wasn't as nice as an actual pair of lockpicks and other locksmithing tools but it was at least enough to maybe get through the rickety door.
EDIT: I will spend a Benny on that.
OOC:
Lockpicks are super expensive so I will instead take the -2 to my roll. My professional edge of Thief adds one so here is hoping it counters out.EDIT: I will spend a Benny on that.
Last edited August 25, 2022 6:00 pm
Rolls
Thievery - (1d6-1, 1d6-1, RA)
1d6-1 : (2) - 1 = 1
1d6-1 : (1) - 1 = 0
Benny Reroll - (1d6-1, 1d6-1, RA)
1d6-1 : (2) - 1 = 1
1d6-1 : (5) - 1 = 4
Aug 25, 2022 6:07 pm
Inside the Tavern ~
The bravo's face cracks into a sarcastic smile. He seems to like the idea of free drinks, granted he still seems neutral to you and your cause.
"One drink eh? Come off it friend. Surely," he opens his arms and hands to gesture at the whole room, "we could all use a drink. Sounds like ya want us ta be sticking our necks out here. Information has a way of being paid in blood, eh friends?"
Folk round the room nod at this statement.
Tavern Bravo
"One drink eh? Come off it friend. Surely," he opens his arms and hands to gesture at the whole room, "we could all use a drink. Sounds like ya want us ta be sticking our necks out here. Information has a way of being paid in blood, eh friends?"
Folk round the room nod at this statement.
Aug 25, 2022 6:09 pm
Quote:
Lockpicks are super expensive so I will instead take the -2 to my roll. My professional edge of Thief adds one so here is hoping it counters outOOC:
Fair idea! Just to clear up though: are you opening the window to the backroom or the door to the kitchen??Aug 25, 2022 7:39 pm
Aloys ~With a satisfying *click* the inner bar slides out of place, gaining you entrance to the kitchen.
(Post Roll) Alloys, if you were to slip in to the kitchen, the boy stirring the stew would not notice you at all. He just stares at the bubbling broth, picking his nose now and then.
The kitchen is a clutter of sharp and rusty objects, leaning shelves and rotting foodstuffs.
A door leads out of the kitchen, and you can assume into the back of tavern room--it'd be clear to you which direction is the private room you saw through the window.
(Post Roll) Alloys, if you were to slip in to the kitchen, the boy stirring the stew would not notice you at all. He just stares at the bubbling broth, picking his nose now and then.
The kitchen is a clutter of sharp and rusty objects, leaning shelves and rotting foodstuffs.
A door leads out of the kitchen, and you can assume into the back of tavern room--it'd be clear to you which direction is the private room you saw through the window.
Rolls
Using your previous Stealth roll I'm just curious if the young pot stirrer notices you - (1d4, RA)
(41) = 5
Aug 26, 2022 8:40 am
OOC:
Sorry I'm lagging behind again, my schedule makes no sense. :'DWhen Sans pulls away from the door, she quietly notes: "I don't believe the baron was involved in this situation: he displayed way too much emoion during and after, and I have my reservations about believing him to be a good actor." Elaine frown slightly. "It is equally as possible that this kidnapping was staged by the guild and that it was an attack against the guild supporters. I propose we inquire Baron about his whereabouts in the last few days first, and see whether it aligns with Rene's notes. Wouldn't be the first time if a valet were much more involved in the web of intrigue than a noble they serve..."
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Aug 26, 2022 9:38 am
"You might be right." He nods to Elaine, "He seems alone, in there. Go ahead, the Baron will find you rather more pleasing on the eye," he steps aside and gestures to the door.
Aug 26, 2022 9:48 am
Elaine gives Sans a rather skeptical look at his last comment - though accompanied by an amused twitch of her lips, - and then knocks on the door. "Excuse me, Baron? This is the Gold Coats. Sorry for the disturbance, but we want to ask you some more questions about the recent events, as some new information came up in our investigation. Your cooperation would be paramount to ensure that we catch whoever planned this kidnapping."
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Aug 26, 2022 3:32 pm
Elaine & Sans ~The Baron's calls out in answer. The resignation clear in his voice, even through the door.
"Enter!" He pokes the fire with an iron poker and waits.
If you enter, you'll find him sitting in a large upholstered chair, staring at the low fire, a glass of wine in his hand.
The room is low and cramped, but well kept, woody and bright. A large bed takes up most the room & a polished wardrobe fills a corner.
He awaits you, watching you enter.
Baron Gauthier Regnard
If you enter, you'll find him sitting in a large upholstered chair, staring at the low fire, a glass of wine in his hand.
The room is low and cramped, but well kept, woody and bright. A large bed takes up most the room & a polished wardrobe fills a corner.
He awaits you, watching you enter.
Aug 26, 2022 3:57 pm
Looking the Bravo head on, with a sympathetic gaze "These are hard times friend, our pockets are about as bare as yours. One drink is all we can afford. As for your worry of retribution, you certainly look like you can take care of yourself. If blood were to be spilled, do you really want to put the rest of these fine folk in jeopardy? Why don't you, I, and my comrade sit down, and we'll have a talk, simply see where it goes, ey?
Aug 26, 2022 4:13 pm
Issac | Tavern Room of The Fox & Hound ~The room is silent but for the creak of leather tunics and wooden chair legs. All are waiting on the bravo's response to Issac.
A smile at Issac. "Aye, I can take care o'myself. An' there's many a veteran of the Duchy Wars in here," nods from scarred faces round the room, "so no shortage of folk who can hold a pike."
"Which means there's also no shortage of folk here who no what an armed and armored troop can do in numbers..."
The bravo saunters forward as he speaks, his bootheels clicking. He stops within striking distance and squints at Issac, square in the eye.
He gives an exaggerated bow and motions to a table tucked against the wall. "Call me Jean-Pierre. I'll hear ya out Piss-Coat. An' maybe we can loosen that purse a bit, if you want real information." He waits to see how you react.
Tavern Bravo
"Which means there's also no shortage of folk here who no what an armed and armored troop can do in numbers..."
The bravo saunters forward as he speaks, his bootheels clicking. He stops within striking distance and squints at Issac, square in the eye.
Tavern Bravo
Aug 26, 2022 5:11 pm
Aloys moves in with a silence that is uncomfortable to see in someone wearing a bright yellow coat. He ducks amidst the pots but does not hesitate to move when the opportunity provides itself. The young man stirring the pot reaches for spices and Aloys slips through the door, heading towards the backroom where he saw an interesting bit of something. He could hear the muffled sound of Issac's voice from the main floor of the tavern. It seemed like the distraction was working perfectly.
OOC:
Aloys is moving towards that backroom for sure. The more evidence he can fine, the easier it'll be to get things done.Aug 26, 2022 6:16 pm
Aloys ~You'd easily be able to make your way to the back room, due to the perfectly working distraction.
If you investigate the item you saw from the window you'd find that it is a long piece of black fabric...just like what the kidnappers were wearing round their faces!
If you investigate the item you saw from the window you'd find that it is a long piece of black fabric...just like what the kidnappers were wearing round their faces!
Aug 26, 2022 9:29 pm
Sans enters the room and steps aside to let Elaine through.
"Baron," he says nodding in greeting, then stays silent, taking position to one side.
He scans the room, assessing it for security. Looks at the windows, and at the items in sight looking for anything that might seem out of place.
"Baron," he says nodding in greeting, then stays silent, taking position to one side.
He scans the room, assessing it for security. Looks at the windows, and at the items in sight looking for anything that might seem out of place.
Rolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (5) = 5
Aug 26, 2022 11:13 pm
Aloys picks up the piece of fabric and runs it along his fingers, looking over the room carefully. With nothing else to find there, he will quietly make his way back through the kitchen and out the backdoor, as long as it is still safe to do so. Otherwise, the nimble man will find his way out into the tavern with a grin on his face.
Aug 27, 2022 1:59 am
Not backing down as the Bravo invades his space, and matching his intense stare, "Aye, I agree the color could've been a better choice. If you have any suggestions, other than brown, I'm all ears." A smile widens across his face, to cut the growing tension. Issac nods at Mathis and heads to the table the Bravo suggested. As they settle down, "You can call me Issac, my associate here is Mathis. Now, after that cock off we just had, a drink is in order. What'll it be Jean-Pierre?" as he calls over the bartender.
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Aug 27, 2022 4:10 pm
The Baron's Room | Sans ~
To your ocular investigating the room is just a tidy, neat space; cozy and likely expensive to rent.
(5)Though maybe it's too tidy. It'd seem to you the Baron has made no effort to settle in. His bags are still packed.
To your ocular investigating the room is just a tidy, neat space; cozy and likely expensive to rent.
(5)Though maybe it's too tidy. It'd seem to you the Baron has made no effort to settle in. His bags are still packed.
Aug 27, 2022 4:18 pm
Fox & Hound Tavern | Aloys ~
Jean-Pierre sits down as well, all creaking leather and jangling buckles.
When the nervous barkeep approaches, Jean-Pierre orders the drink himself. "Hal, you know that most expensive bottle of brandy you keep on the shelf?" Jean-Pierre smiles wide. "Well today is the day. Fetch it for me. On my new 'friends' bill."
He settles back in his chair, legs spread wide, waiting on your questioning.
Fox & Hound Tavern | Issac ~
Jean-Pierre
When the nervous barkeep approaches, Jean-Pierre orders the drink himself. "Hal, you know that most expensive bottle of brandy you keep on the shelf?" Jean-Pierre smiles wide. "Well today is the day. Fetch it for me. On my new 'friends' bill."
He settles back in his chair, legs spread wide, waiting on your questioning.
Fox & Hound Tavern | Issac ~
OOC:
Either direction works! Let's say there is no effort sneaking out back again, if you prefer, OR heading into the tavern room! Go ahead and narrate your scene transition.Aug 30, 2022 3:20 am
While waiting for the barkeep, Issac quickly recounts what the apple-picking, village women mentioned seeing.
"Did you, or anyone else here, recently notice a group of men by the orchard tree, perhaps wearing masks", which he describes, "or perhaps arguing about the Baron or his driver?"
"Did you, or anyone else here, recently notice a group of men by the orchard tree, perhaps wearing masks", which he describes, "or perhaps arguing about the Baron or his driver?"
Aug 30, 2022 10:20 pm
"Specifically, wearing black materials like this? Aloys says, having stepped through the kitchen quietly and appearing alongside the bar. He makes his way over towards the table, settling down alongside his fellow Gold Coats. "It seems that they did have a meeting here and there were a good number of them. I know this place wouldn't harbor traitors, right?" Aloys murmurs, nodding to Issac.
Aug 31, 2022 12:58 pm
Fox & Hound Tavern | Issac & Aloys ~
Jean-Pierre listens to Issac's question, and smiles sarcastically at Aloys' intervention and additional questioning. He looks at the fabric Aloys holds, as he answers. "Traitors? Surely not. The folk who gather her are laborers--tradesfolk. Honest people of the land."
He sees the barkeep approach with a dark purple bottle and waits before going on.
The barkeep places the bottle on the table, with one chipped and scratched glass. He looks at Issac. "Tis 50 copper....mi'lord." He stands there waiting to be paid.
Jean-Pierre watches Issac, smiling. His answer waiting on the bill being paid.
Mathis *gufaws* and looks between Issac and Aloys. "Don't look at me--Cap holds my purse strings. I think I have 8 copper on me..."
Jean-Pierre
He sees the barkeep approach with a dark purple bottle and waits before going on.
Barkeep
Jean-Pierre
Mathis Baumé
Aug 31, 2022 5:58 pm
While Sans is examining the room, Elaine's attention is solely on the Baron, watching him impassively, but attentively. She inclines her head in polite greeting upon entering - thoughts of making a curtsy coming to her head as an unbidden memory of childhood, at which she promptly innerly scoffs, - but otherwise stays quiet for a few moments after. Whether it is to intimidate the noble, to gather her thoughts or to simply confuse everyone present, it's hard to say. But eventually, she speaks up.
"Baron, would you be willing to provide an account of your movements in the past five days? Locations, routes, places of stay," she crosses her arms absent-mindely, almost wishing that she had a notebook to record the statements in. Maybe she should get one later, especially if intrigue and mysterious connections are going to be prevalent in this case. "It will be useful in locating whoever organized this kidnapping and the subsequent murder of your valet."
"Baron, would you be willing to provide an account of your movements in the past five days? Locations, routes, places of stay," she crosses her arms absent-mindely, almost wishing that she had a notebook to record the statements in. Maybe she should get one later, especially if intrigue and mysterious connections are going to be prevalent in this case. "It will be useful in locating whoever organized this kidnapping and the subsequent murder of your valet."
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Sep 1, 2022 12:05 am
The Baron's Room at the Roadside Inn | Elaine ~
The baron pokes the low fire, sparks dance up the chimney. He sips his drink. "*Sigh* I'll tell you anything you want... I just...This is tiring...You really are investigating all this aren't you...?"
He turns then and looks at Elaine. His eyes are earnest. "You're one of us. I can tell by the way you speak. You know what it's all like--the pressures."
Baron Gauthier Regnard
He turns then and looks at Elaine. His eyes are earnest. "You're one of us. I can tell by the way you speak. You know what it's all like--the pressures."
Sep 3, 2022 5:34 pm
"Honest folk? Honestly into banditry. This is the exact same fabric that the would-be kidnappers wore to kidnap the Baron. Of course, they were feckless, incompetent, and as skilled as a priestess on a street corner. The fact that they could even ride horses was incredible..." Aloys nonchalantly says, shrugging lightly.
He had a goal, picking at the bandits' character; if the man was friends of them then irritating him could make him leap to their defense. People said foolish things when they were angry, let details slip that they shouldn't. The bartender came up with the glass and Aloys whistled low, shaking his head. "I'm terribly surprised that this place has such a drink." He would take out the driver's coinpurse, putting it on the table.
He had a goal, picking at the bandits' character; if the man was friends of them then irritating him could make him leap to their defense. People said foolish things when they were angry, let details slip that they shouldn't. The bartender came up with the glass and Aloys whistled low, shaking his head. "I'm terribly surprised that this place has such a drink." He would take out the driver's coinpurse, putting it on the table.
OOC:
No idea if it has enough coinage for the whole thing lol. I'll make a taunt roll and pray. I am going to spend a benny and pray harder.OOC:
-_- I hate this dice roller so much lol.Last edited September 3, 2022 5:35 pm
Rolls
Taunt - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (1) = 1
Taunt (Reroll) - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (3) = 3
Sep 4, 2022 1:27 am
50 copper! Bloody hell... Issac's mind was scrambling on how to get out of this, when he saw Aloys playing a smart move, I hope. Adding on, "Indeed Aloys, if I didn't know any better, I would think that to be horse piss", pointing at the expensive bottle. "I'm not paying 50 copper for horse piss, if you want that you can just go to the stables and get some yourself. I imagine their dung is used in your meals too? That lack of nutrition could explain the idiocy going on around here." waving his hand around the room.
OOC:
as this isn't a test, I'm assuming no free reroll on my Taunt, but I will spend a Benny.OOC:
yeesh, I've got the dice roller blues too lolLast edited September 4, 2022 1:30 am
Rolls
Taunt - Support roll for Aloys - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (3) = 3
Taunt - Benny reroll - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (4) = 4
Sep 4, 2022 7:18 am
Quote:
"You're one of us. I can tell by the way you speak. You know what it's all like--the pressures."OOC:
looking at his body language for subtle clues that might betray his intentionsRolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (65) = 11
Sep 5, 2022 2:54 am
"Of course; it is strenuous to navigate the way of nobility," Elaine replies to the baron, although her voice lacks any particular sympathy for the man, having not forgotten his earlier remarks towards her companion. "I understand you had a stressful day, but we need to forge iron while it's hot if we wish to discover your kidnappers. I'll try to be brief, so it won't take a lot of your time."
She holds a short pause. "If it helps alleviate any worries you might otherwise have, whatever you say here will be said in confidence unless it poses a direct threat to the safety of our kingdom." Elaine steps slightly closer to the fireplace. "Now, do state your movements for the last few days, please."
She holds a short pause. "If it helps alleviate any worries you might otherwise have, whatever you say here will be said in confidence unless it poses a direct threat to the safety of our kingdom." Elaine steps slightly closer to the fireplace. "Now, do state your movements for the last few days, please."
OOC:
Persuasion roll in case he is hiding something and not sure about revealing all information? :DRolls
Persuasion: d6 + Aristocrat - (1d6+2, 1d6+2, RA)
1d6+2 : (2) + 2 = 4
1d6+2 : (5) + 2 = 7
Sep 5, 2022 3:02 pm
Aloys & Issac ~
I'm making opposed Taunt Roll for Jean-Pierre, then editing w/ narrating result.Just as Jean-Pierre was about to shrug off Aloys' words Issac seems to hit close to home. His eyes widen as folk from nearby tables chuckle at the Gold Cloaks jests.
"JUST...Just sit. 25 copper, eh, and we call it even. I'm a...investor here. Just. Sit." He thumbs a pipe full, agitated. Looks at Aloys. "An' aye, those lads surely were an incompetent lot. But what do you expect...they were common laborers, it seemed."
OOC:
Aloys, the purse you acquired has 3 gold, 15 silver, and 50 copper :)I'm making opposed Taunt Roll for Jean-Pierre, then editing w/ narrating result.
Jean-Pierre
"JUST...Just sit. 25 copper, eh, and we call it even. I'm a...investor here. Just. Sit." He thumbs a pipe full, agitated. Looks at Aloys. "An' aye, those lads surely were an incompetent lot. But what do you expect...they were common laborers, it seemed."
Rolls
Issac Taunt 4 vs Jean-Pierre Smarts - (1d8, RA)
(1) = 1
Sep 5, 2022 3:37 pm
Sans ~
(Raise) It's very clear to you that the Baron seems to have "given up" or become resigned. There is an earnestness to him as he begins to answer Elaine.
Elaine ~
The baron rubs his forehead as he begins to recount his last few days. He seems swayed by requests.
"I could not find Rene's appointment book among our bags... he always thought his 'cyphers' more clever than they truly are..."
"We rode hard when we entered the Queen's lands, left the main road and stopped at an inn in a small town called Wichop Crossroads. I think the inn was called the Sweet Witch. I had an appointment with a woman; a leader of a labor movement I believe. Our meeting was simple and quick...I gave her a purse of gold."
"We stayed there for a day or so and then met a Count of these lands. You don't want to know more than that I assure you... There is a conspiracy afoot, and I seem to have been dragged in to it. It is deep, and if you want my advice you will leave before it pulls you in as well."
(Raise) It's very clear to you that the Baron seems to have "given up" or become resigned. There is an earnestness to him as he begins to answer Elaine.
Elaine ~
The baron rubs his forehead as he begins to recount his last few days. He seems swayed by requests.
Baron Regnard
"We rode hard when we entered the Queen's lands, left the main road and stopped at an inn in a small town called Wichop Crossroads. I think the inn was called the Sweet Witch. I had an appointment with a woman; a leader of a labor movement I believe. Our meeting was simple and quick...I gave her a purse of gold."
"We stayed there for a day or so and then met a Count of these lands. You don't want to know more than that I assure you... There is a conspiracy afoot, and I seem to have been dragged in to it. It is deep, and if you want my advice you will leave before it pulls you in as well."
Sep 6, 2022 9:42 pm
"On the contrary, Baron - if you excuse my intrusion," he interjects from his corner, "conspiracies are precisely the type of intrigue the Gold Coats cannot afford to ignore, for the safety of Her Majesty Queen Isbel... pray speak freely. As you have seen, we did not hesitate to risk our lives to save you from the masked brigands, and we are not afraid to protect you again," he says, loading his words in whispered reassurance.
"You can count on our utmost discretion," he adds.
"You can count on our utmost discretion," he adds.
Sep 7, 2022 2:31 am
The Baron's Room / Sans & Elaine ~
He turns and looks at Sans; hears the assurance.
"There is a woman... one of you; a Gold Coat. I believe... I believe she is in on it. She has a scar on her face. She was supposed to meet us--after the 'kidnapping'."
Baron Regnard
"There is a woman... one of you; a Gold Coat. I believe... I believe she is in on it. She has a scar on her face. She was supposed to meet us--after the 'kidnapping'."
Sep 7, 2022 4:36 am
Aloys sits down, putting out twenty-five copper pieces and putting them onto the table. He quickly gathers the bag again, slipping it underneath his cloak as he nods.
"Now we're getting somewhere. Aloys says softly, leaning forward in his seat. "Common laborers don't make good criminals. Not unless they're desperate. To kidnap a baron, that isn't the plan desperate people make. Who brought them altogether? Who reserved the fine room in the back?"
"Now we're getting somewhere. Aloys says softly, leaning forward in his seat. "Common laborers don't make good criminals. Not unless they're desperate. To kidnap a baron, that isn't the plan desperate people make. Who brought them altogether? Who reserved the fine room in the back?"
Sep 8, 2022 2:53 am
As the baron recalls his movements, Elaine thinks back to the appointment book, mentally recounting its contents - a great benefit of studying science is that whether you want it or not, it refines one's memory. It is not a problem for her to remember the page without revealing the book's presence to Regnard for now. But it seems to check out, at least; accounting for Tally D actually referring to Count Dimont. However, this begs the question...
"What exactly was the purpose of your meeting with the count?" Elaine questions once there is a pause in conversation, her expression briefly shifting to a slight frown. "And the labour movement leader, for that matter. Transparency is in your best interest, Baron - without knowing how these people are connected to you, we can't pinpoint the motive of the crime." She hums as she drives the point further. "Assuming it is a crime, and it wasn't entirely staged. Was it? If not, it seems that one of them might not have been very satisfied with your meeting. Can you think of which is the most likely to target you, between the count and the movement leader?"
"What exactly was the purpose of your meeting with the count?" Elaine questions once there is a pause in conversation, her expression briefly shifting to a slight frown. "And the labour movement leader, for that matter. Transparency is in your best interest, Baron - without knowing how these people are connected to you, we can't pinpoint the motive of the crime." She hums as she drives the point further. "Assuming it is a crime, and it wasn't entirely staged. Was it? If not, it seems that one of them might not have been very satisfied with your meeting. Can you think of which is the most likely to target you, between the count and the movement leader?"
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Sep 9, 2022 2:29 pm
The Roadside Inn, Baron Regnard's Room | Elaine & Sans ~
A *glug*, *glug* as he refills his drink and knocks it back in one gulp. He grimaces. "You truly have the mind of an aristocrat. You're right, it was a ruse."
Perhaps the alcohol has gone to his head, but he is very loose with his lips now: "The count was to provide me with a comfortable place to stay during my 'captivity.' He was to ensure no real harm was to come to me."
"As for the labourers, well I believe they were in the dark regarding the true motives. They are angry at the crown for some reason, as peasants always are, and the count used that to his advantage. We paid gold for them to 'kidnap' me, and I would be handed over for safe keeping."
He sets down his glass and pokes the fire again.
"A win for all. The laborers feel as though they have made a blow against the crown, and the count has caused an embarrassment to the queen, perhaps finding an advantage to their position in the process."
Baron Regnard
Perhaps the alcohol has gone to his head, but he is very loose with his lips now: "The count was to provide me with a comfortable place to stay during my 'captivity.' He was to ensure no real harm was to come to me."
"As for the labourers, well I believe they were in the dark regarding the true motives. They are angry at the crown for some reason, as peasants always are, and the count used that to his advantage. We paid gold for them to 'kidnap' me, and I would be handed over for safe keeping."
He sets down his glass and pokes the fire again.
Baron Regnard
Sep 9, 2022 2:43 pm
The Fox and Hound Tavern | Aloys and Issac ~
He lights his pipe off a nearby candle. Leans back, his cool composure returned. "They rented the room when they got here. They had coin, an' that's what we take so we asked no questions."
He winks. "But like you, I like to be informed. I was a teamster in another life, 'fore the war. I drove for dozens of guilds. Outsiders may not know this, but there are rituals, sayings, words even, that are unique to each. It's how they know their own. These fellas, they was dyers--His Majesties Royal Dyers to be exact."
Jean-Pierre blows blue-grey smoke rings before going on.
"For a hundred years those fools been makin' that brilliant royal red that only the monarchs of Lebal have been allowed to wear. But ya see, the new Queen, in her infinite wisdom wants to be loved by the common folk."
"Now, there ain't no more 'royal colors.' If there ain't no royal color, then their ain't no royal dyers. She severed their contract. Killed a whole village's livelihood overnight. A small village, not far from the crossroads town of Witchop"
Jean-Pierre
He winks. "But like you, I like to be informed. I was a teamster in another life, 'fore the war. I drove for dozens of guilds. Outsiders may not know this, but there are rituals, sayings, words even, that are unique to each. It's how they know their own. These fellas, they was dyers--His Majesties Royal Dyers to be exact."
Jean-Pierre blows blue-grey smoke rings before going on.
Jean-Pierre
"Now, there ain't no more 'royal colors.' If there ain't no royal color, then their ain't no royal dyers. She severed their contract. Killed a whole village's livelihood overnight. A small village, not far from the crossroads town of Witchop"
Sep 9, 2022 11:46 pm
Elaine is briefly tempted to comment on the consequences of the ruse in regards to Rene's fate, but she bites back the words before they can escape. What's done is done, and the baron at least seemed regretful over his valet's demise, be it his indirect fault or not. The important part now is the root, not the results.
"If you don't mind me asking," she watches as the man messes with the fireplace. "What stakes did you have in all of this? You agreed to a possibly dangerous plan, seeing as you had no guarantee that the labourers won't actually harm you. So you must have your reasons; do you share the count's interest in undermining Queen's authority, perhaps? Or did it not cross your mind that they can betray you because you paid them handsomely?" The last question might be self-indulgent and entirely out of her curiosity, but Elaine asks anyway. If nothing else, insight into the baron's feelings towards the movement might prove useful.
"I would also like to hear what exactly is the role of the Gold Cloak woman you were supposed to meet after the kidnapping. Was she to escort you to safety?" She gives a quick look over to Sans. "And what exactly are the true motives you mentioned - do you know what the count is trying to do?"
"If you don't mind me asking," she watches as the man messes with the fireplace. "What stakes did you have in all of this? You agreed to a possibly dangerous plan, seeing as you had no guarantee that the labourers won't actually harm you. So you must have your reasons; do you share the count's interest in undermining Queen's authority, perhaps? Or did it not cross your mind that they can betray you because you paid them handsomely?" The last question might be self-indulgent and entirely out of her curiosity, but Elaine asks anyway. If nothing else, insight into the baron's feelings towards the movement might prove useful.
"I would also like to hear what exactly is the role of the Gold Cloak woman you were supposed to meet after the kidnapping. Was she to escort you to safety?" She gives a quick look over to Sans. "And what exactly are the true motives you mentioned - do you know what the count is trying to do?"
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Sep 10, 2022 3:15 am
As Jean-Pierre talks, Issac tries to remember if during his travels he heard any mentions of Witchop or the Royal Dyers.
Once finished, "Much appreciated Jean-Pierre." Waving at the barkeep, "A round of your cheapest ale for us please." Looking back at the man, "Can you describe the men that rented the room? Was it just the dye that made them unique, or were there other signs you picked up on?"
Once finished, "Much appreciated Jean-Pierre." Waving at the barkeep, "A round of your cheapest ale for us please." Looking back at the man, "Can you describe the men that rented the room? Was it just the dye that made them unique, or were there other signs you picked up on?"
Last edited September 10, 2022 3:17 am
Rolls
Common Knowledge - Witchop/Dyers - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (64) = 10
Sep 10, 2022 5:48 am
Sans catches Elaine's glance.
He studies the Baron, his instinct about the kidnapping being a staged performance confirmed by the nobleman's words.
His mind reels at the notion of a traitor conspiring from within the Gold Coats! The most loyal, stalwart royal guards had some rotten apples in their high ranks!
The thought shakes his belief, and a sense of outrage pervades him.
Capitaine, you will have some explanations to provide... Is Mathis also in on her schemes?... He thinks, doubting a comrade and friend.
He studies the Baron, his instinct about the kidnapping being a staged performance confirmed by the nobleman's words.
His mind reels at the notion of a traitor conspiring from within the Gold Coats! The most loyal, stalwart royal guards had some rotten apples in their high ranks!
The thought shakes his belief, and a sense of outrage pervades him.
Capitaine, you will have some explanations to provide... Is Mathis also in on her schemes?... He thinks, doubting a comrade and friend.
Sep 10, 2022 5:56 pm
The Roadside Inn, Baron Regnard's Room | Elaine & Sans ~
A pop and a hiss from the fire place.
A sad smile at Elaine. "What did stakes did I have? Prosperity, advancement, a future...Look, I'm vain, I know this...But I'm not stupid. I've never been the Duke of Strif's favored cousin. He barely acknowledges me. But then I was presented with this opportunity! I would rise in his eyes if I could just succeed in this scheme!"
"But you are of course correct, young lady. Considering what happened to poor Rene, I did not think this through at all."
A noise becomes apparent to all in the room, from outside. Sans if you look out the window you'd see even more royal guards have arrived at the inn. With a caged wagon no less. Already, a troop is stomping into the common room below.
The baron looks out the window nervously continues to Elaine. "Listen: I don't know the end game, and I do not know what this Gold Cloak woman has to gain. But I do know she is someone of influence and has the ear of the Queen."
Boots stomping through the room below, shouts of "make way".
"But I do know you'd never be able to go against her. Not without a confession from her conspirators! I fear the plot has gone awry and the easiest way to clean up loose ends is in a shallow grave! Get out, get away, and get the confessions you need or I fear my life--nay, all our lives are forfeit!"
Sans and Elaine you can clearly hear boots on the stairs now, guards coming with purpose. What do you do...
A pop and a hiss from the fire place.
Baron Regnard
"But you are of course correct, young lady. Considering what happened to poor Rene, I did not think this through at all."
A noise becomes apparent to all in the room, from outside. Sans if you look out the window you'd see even more royal guards have arrived at the inn. With a caged wagon no less. Already, a troop is stomping into the common room below.
Baron Regnard
Boots stomping through the room below, shouts of "make way".
"But I do know you'd never be able to go against her. Not without a confession from her conspirators! I fear the plot has gone awry and the easiest way to clean up loose ends is in a shallow grave! Get out, get away, and get the confessions you need or I fear my life--nay, all our lives are forfeit!"
Sans and Elaine you can clearly hear boots on the stairs now, guards coming with purpose. What do you do...
Sep 10, 2022 5:57 pm
The Fox and Hound Tavern | Aloys and Issac ~
(Raise) It comes back to you--you've certainly heard of such a Guild, and the lovely red flowers that seem to only grow, briefly, in a secluded river valley. The same river valley were the famous guild is said to make their home. Additionally, an a-ha moment for Issac when the significance of the fabric found in Rene's hand is now clear--it was the brilliant royal red--only His Majesty's Royal Dyers could create such color, and they'd never sell to an outsider!
Crackle as he draws from his pipe. He answers Issac. "Well, I eavesdropped on their whole conversation, of course! A well concealed hole and crawl space does wonders for a knowledge merchant like myself."
"The leader of them seemed to be a man named Marcel--a dark, long haired fellow with a well kept beard, and rings in his ears. You know, I have a cousin who just so happens to be a tradesmen in Witchop--he's also a knowledge merchant like myself. And for the right price I could of course pass a good word along and I'm sure he'd be happy to assi--"
The front door of the tavern *smashes* open! A troop of royal guard, six in total, comes storming in, armed with short swords for close quarters.
The guard captain blinks, adjusting to the light, and fixes his gaze on Aloys, Issac, and Mathis. He shouts at you. "Swords down lads! Orders from the Capitaine!"
He gives a sinister smile and addresses the guards with him in a quieter voice. "You heard her orders boys... if they so much as flinch, put 'em down for good. Remember now, no loose ends."
What do Aloys and Issac do....?
(Raise) It comes back to you--you've certainly heard of such a Guild, and the lovely red flowers that seem to only grow, briefly, in a secluded river valley. The same river valley were the famous guild is said to make their home. Additionally, an a-ha moment for Issac when the significance of the fabric found in Rene's hand is now clear--it was the brilliant royal red--only His Majesty's Royal Dyers could create such color, and they'd never sell to an outsider!
Jean-Pierre
"The leader of them seemed to be a man named Marcel--a dark, long haired fellow with a well kept beard, and rings in his ears. You know, I have a cousin who just so happens to be a tradesmen in Witchop--he's also a knowledge merchant like myself. And for the right price I could of course pass a good word along and I'm sure he'd be happy to assi--"
The front door of the tavern *smashes* open! A troop of royal guard, six in total, comes storming in, armed with short swords for close quarters.
Guard Captain
He gives a sinister smile and addresses the guards with him in a quieter voice. "You heard her orders boys... if they so much as flinch, put 'em down for good. Remember now, no loose ends."
What do Aloys and Issac do....?
Sep 10, 2022 8:31 pm
"You know, I thought I was going to dislike you Jean-Pierre. I respect an information broker though." The smaller man said, honest in his words. They worked for the Queen and by proxy, the elite that had put their boot so hard on his neck that he gave way to criminal acts. Could he really fault the man for taking care of himself and, likely, others? A grin was coming to his face as the man began to try and swindle them out of more coin when the front door was bashed in.
Aloys sat back, pushing away from the table and placing a hand upon his hilt when the guard said that they were carrying orders from the Captain. His eyes moved towards Mathis and Issac, his head subtly shaking his head.
"No loose ends? Put us down for good? Explain yourself...now." His hand reached out protectively over Jean-Pierre as he stared daggers at the cruelly grinning guardsman.
Aloys sat back, pushing away from the table and placing a hand upon his hilt when the guard said that they were carrying orders from the Captain. His eyes moved towards Mathis and Issac, his head subtly shaking his head.
"No loose ends? Put us down for good? Explain yourself...now." His hand reached out protectively over Jean-Pierre as he stared daggers at the cruelly grinning guardsman.
OOC:
I'm going to try and study them, get an idea of why they're here. Are they looking just for us? To arrest us? To kill everyone here?Rolls
Notice - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (3) = 3
Sep 10, 2022 9:12 pm
"It appears that our presence here might be compromising... perhaps it is best to make ourselves scarce, unnoticed," he whispers to Elaine in an urgent tone.
He looks outside the window, careful not to be noticed by the Royal Guards around the caged wagon. He assesses their chances of escape from that direction.
Hmm, the window ledge looks sturdy enough to stand on, and the overhanging roof of the stable seems reachable with a jump...
He gestures to Elaine his intention, and climbs on the ledge.
"You have our thanks, Baron. We may meet again," he says t the nobleman in a low voice.
Waiting for a moment of quiet in the courtyard below, he squats down, secures his belongings, then leaps in the void towards the stable roof nearby!He manages to land on the roof opposite with a louder thud than he wished, and immediately flattens himself on the stable roof, to make himself hard to see from below.
He makes space on the roof for Elaine , should she decide to evade from the Baron's room in the same way.
He looks outside the window, careful not to be noticed by the Royal Guards around the caged wagon. He assesses their chances of escape from that direction.
Hmm, the window ledge looks sturdy enough to stand on, and the overhanging roof of the stable seems reachable with a jump...
He gestures to Elaine his intention, and climbs on the ledge.
"You have our thanks, Baron. We may meet again," he says t the nobleman in a low voice.
Waiting for a moment of quiet in the courtyard below, he squats down, secures his belongings, then leaps in the void towards the stable roof nearby!
OOC:
Rolling!He makes space on the roof for Elaine , should she decide to evade from the Baron's room in the same way.
Last edited September 10, 2022 9:15 pm
Rolls
Athletics* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (63) = 9
1d6 : (2) = 2
Sep 12, 2022 8:44 pm
The Fox and Hound Tavern | Aloys and Issac ~
Aloys, their faces seem unreadable to you, other than a cruel look in their eyes... you can only truly go off their words, which are threatening and aggressive.
The other patrons of the tavern have begun to clear back, pressing into the far wall or putting tables between themselves and the guards crowding in.
"Explain myself?!" He issues a guffaw of laughter. "Look boy, I got orders come down from way over your pretty little head. I'll say it again. Drop. Your. Swords."
One of the guards is circling round to the left. Murder in his eyes. Looks like he likes confrontation.
Another circles to the right, he smiles cruel.
"Or don't surrender your arms. Won't be the first time I've spilled amatuer blood."
four other guards are crowded round him.
Aloys, their faces seem unreadable to you, other than a cruel look in their eyes... you can only truly go off their words, which are threatening and aggressive.
The other patrons of the tavern have begun to clear back, pressing into the far wall or putting tables between themselves and the guards crowding in.
Guard Captain
Guard
Guard
Guard Captain
four other guards are crowded round him.
Sep 12, 2022 8:46 pm
The Roadside Inn, Baron Regnard's Room | Elaine & Sans ~The Baron's eyes go wide at San's display of daring. He seems impressed. "I shall stall them if I can..."
OOC:
Love the narration here, from Sans! Let's also give a +1 to Elaine for any roll to follow Sans--via the Raise he's gotten. An auto-assist of sorts, if you will.Baron Regnard
Sep 12, 2022 9:52 pm
"Ah, I see. From higher up in the chain than myself. I outrank you old man so that cuts down the number of who it could be, I suppose." Aloys says, looking over at Jean-Pierre apologetically. "Well, seems like we've gotten you into something. Would you mind being of assistance a little bit more?" It was seven against three, maybe four. Aloys though was certainly one to see a challenge when it came to blades. He'd finish his mug of cheap ale and slam it down upon the table before hopping onto his chair and onto the table, drawing his rapier as he did.
"I hope you've been a guard for awhile, captain. If I come to seduce your wife, I want her to be a rich widow." Aloys said with a cocksure smile as he held his advantage by being a bit higher than the rest of the guards.
"I hope you've been a guard for awhile, captain. If I come to seduce your wife, I want her to be a rich widow." Aloys said with a cocksure smile as he held his advantage by being a bit higher than the rest of the guards.
OOC:
FIGHT TIME! People shouldn't let Aloys make decision. I'd love a Benny for letting my Jealous: Swordplay come into play. I'd like to taunt the captain and hopefully either distract or leave him vulnerable.Rolls
Taunt - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (5) = 5
Sep 12, 2022 10:45 pm
As the guards and captain crash into the room, Issac suddenly has a hard time catching his breath and his vision briefly darkens. He's brought back to the fateful moment with Le'Cauchemar, a similar event happening now at the inn. He grits his teeth and whispers "I won't let you take her...", shakes his head, vision clearing, more loudly "Us, I won't let you take us.".
Anger building, Issac nimbly gets up on the table next to his comrade, remaining drink in his off hand. "Ha, good one Aloys! Gesturing at the crowd "How about a final drink before we all go see the Clockmaker.". Issac lifts the cup of mead to his lips, eyeing the left guardsman from the corner of his eye. As he brings the cup down in a grand gesture, he positions his body in the guardsman's direction, letting loose with a dagger plucked with his free hand.
Anger building, Issac nimbly gets up on the table next to his comrade, remaining drink in his off hand. "Ha, good one Aloys! Gesturing at the crowd "How about a final drink before we all go see the Clockmaker.". Issac lifts the cup of mead to his lips, eyeing the left guardsman from the corner of his eye. As he brings the cup down in a grand gesture, he positions his body in the guardsman's direction, letting loose with a dagger plucked with his free hand.
Rolls
Athletics* - Throwing - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (5) = 5
Sep 12, 2022 11:11 pm
The Fox and Hound Tavern | Aloys and Issac ~Round 1: Draw
1. Issac
2. Aloys
3. Guards
4. Mathis
5. Jean-Pierre
And heck yeah take that Benny!Jean-Pierre and Mathis leap to their feet, their hands reaching for their blades, as Issac's dagger tumbles through the air, a blur of death.
The floor *groans* under pressure of all the guards all rush forward.
The captain sputters in rage at Aloys taunt and rushes forward blindly (taunted | decide if he is vulnerable or or distracted--we'll thematically skip the save for this one!).
Issac, your dagger spins toward it's target...
OOC:
O.K., sound like both of you engaging. So we shall draw.OOC:
Drawing and then editing with order below.OOC:
Action Order:1. Issac
2. Aloys
3. Guards
4. Mathis
5. Jean-Pierre
And heck yeah take that Benny!
The floor *groans* under pressure of all the guards all rush forward.
Guard Captain
Guard
OOC:
Roll dmg please!Deck Draws
Aloys, Issac, Mathis, Jean-Pierre, Guards
Sep 12, 2022 11:28 pm
OOC:
Issac roll dmg for the dagger attack, but we will say it doesn't count as your turn so you are still up first! I'll update Action Order after turn posts.[ +- ] A Visual Reference Perhaps?
Sep 13, 2022 2:18 am
OOC:
I'll make him Distracted. We got a lot of men to fight against. I also appreciate that the two shit-talkers are the ones in a bar fight.Sep 13, 2022 3:01 am
OOC:
Rolling damage!OOC:
As a free action I'll draw out my second, and final, throwing dagger, but its more of an attempt to further get his attention towards me. As an action I'll do a Test using Taunt, in hopes of also provoking him.Last edited September 13, 2022 3:39 am
Rolls
Damage - Throwing dagger - (1d6+1d4, RA)
(4) + (43) = 11
Taunt - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (2) = 2
Taunt - Free reroll - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (61) = 7
Sep 13, 2022 12:54 pm
OOC:
Captian's Smarts v Taunt 7 Roll.Rolls
Captian's Smarts v Taunt 7 Roll - (1d8, RA)
(6) = 6
Sep 13, 2022 12:58 pm
The Fox and Hound Tavern | Round 1
1. Issac
2. Aloys
3. Guards
4. Mathis
5. Jean-Pierre
Issac's dagger "blooms" in the guards throat. He gropes at the hilt, as he falls to his knees gurgling.
Issac's taunt has it's desired affect; the captain turns on his heel and heads for Issac in a rage. 
OOC:
Action Order:1. Issac
2. Aloys
3. Guards
4. Mathis
5. Jean-Pierre
Guard
Guard Captain
OOC:
(We'll make him Vulnerable and Distracted now)[ +- ] Reference Perhaps (updated):
Sep 15, 2022 12:50 am
Aloys waits for the moment, cockily grinning at the men who drew blades on them. One of them falls to the ground, grasping futilely at their neck to stop the flow of red leaving it.
"Well gentleman, that's six versus four now. Who wants to be the next tally mark?" Aloys says with a grin, preparing himself.
"Well gentleman, that's six versus four now. Who wants to be the next tally mark?" Aloys says with a grin, preparing himself.
OOC:
I would like to hold my card and wait for them to approach. Then I'll try to beat their Agility so I can go when they close in. Don't want to get surrounded out there.Rolls
Agility v.s. Agility - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (4) = 4
Fighting - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (4) = 4
Sep 16, 2022 12:52 am
Fox and Hound Tavern | Round 1 - GuardsWith much stomping of boots and shoving of furniture the guards rush toward your party, in mass. Three engage Issac, two engage Mathis and one engages Jean-Pierre.
BUT, Aloys, you're able to react before swords clash. What do you do?
OOC:
Rolling for the whole group of guardsmen, meaning I'm adding a wild die to the roll!BUT, Aloys, you're able to react before swords clash. What do you do?
[ +- ] Updated Reference?
Rolls
Guards Average Agility v 4 - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (1) = 1
Sep 16, 2022 1:32 pm
OOC:
Going to be busy today so nothing fancy here. Going to Defend and give myself a +4 to Parry. That should bring me up to an 11 parry. That's a lot of danger! Also, I'm the redhead with three folks on me. I think Isaac is clear to murder defend our honor.Last edited September 16, 2022 1:33 pm
Sep 17, 2022 3:19 pm
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Also, I'm the redhead with three folks on meOOC:
Whoops! My bad/typed the wrong name!With many *clangs* and *whooshes* the melee begins.
OOC:
Rolling for the guards, then narrating below with the results. I'll make a follow up post if any dmg is dealt.
Guard
Guard
Guard
Guard
Guard Captain
OOC:
See next post for dmg)
Guard
Rolls
Guard 1 v Aloys, Fighting +1 - (1d6+1, RA)
(62) + 1 = 9
Guard 2 v Aloys, Fighting +2 - (1d6+2, RA)
(5) + 2 = 7
Guard 3 v Aloys, Fighting +1 - (1d6+1, RA)
(2) + 1 = 3
Captain v Mathis, Fighting +1, -2 - (1d10+1, RA)
(9) + 1 = 10
Guard 4 v Mathis, Fighting +1 - (1d6+1, RA)
(4) + 1 = 5
Guard 5 v Jean-Pierre - (1d6, RA)
(5) = 5
Sep 17, 2022 3:29 pm
OOC:
Rolling dmg against Mathis and narrating below:Mathis Baumé
Jean-Pierre
~
Fox and Hound Tavern - Round 2 ~
OOC:
Turn Order:1. Aloys
2. Guards
3.Issac
This Round, Aloys you tell Jean-Pierre what to do, and Issac, you tell Mathis what to do--just make it some dialogue.
Regardless, Aloys is up!
Rolls
Captains ShortSword - (1d8+1d6, RA)
(4) + (2) = 6
Sep 17, 2022 4:55 pm
"My goodness! You are all quite serious about killing me! I thought we were friends!" Aloys shouts over the sounds of combat, focusing on defense while the others. He looks back at Jean-Pierre as he parries another blow, his grin growing wide. "C'mon, bravo. I thought you were going to show us how a blade is used! Cut that man down and help clear them out!"
OOC:
Aloys will take another Defend action because My toughness is not great and I don't want to be stabbed. Jean-Pierre is to try and take out his enemy and help Mathis against the normal guard, not the guard captain. My Parry remains 11. I think Issac goes before me though since his turns hasn't come up yet.Sep 17, 2022 11:38 pm
Fox and Hound Tavern - Round 2 ~
1. Aloys
2. Guards
3.IssacWith Grim determination, Jean-Pierre follows Aloy's order but his slash is batted aside by the guardsman.
[ +- ] Turn Order
OOC:
Turn Order:1. Aloys
2. Guards
3.Issac
Jean-Pierre
Sep 18, 2022 12:04 am
Fox and Hound Tavern - Round 2
Grunts, boots scraping on wood, and steel on steel fill the air of the tavern. The guardsmen have deadly determination in their attacks.Lunging forward, the Guardsman's blade gets past Mathis' defenses. His blade punctures the mustachioed musketeer's gut.
Mathis grunts in pain and slams back into the table behind him. Drinks are spilled on the ground. His sword clatters to the floor as he grips is stomach, blood flowing between his fingers.
~
Taking advantage of his allies pressing the attach on Aloys, the Guardsman is able to connect his thrusting blade with Aloys.
If you don't Soak you'll take 3 Wounds and be Shaken.~
Issac is up next!
Grunts, boots scraping on wood, and steel on steel fill the air of the tavern. The guardsmen have deadly determination in their attacks.
OOC:
All the guards are attacking their same targets, and assume and imagine a wild melee. I'll highlight the successful attacks below!Guard
Mathis Baumé
~
Guard
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Aloys...this guard has delivered Shaken + 3 raises (:|)If you don't Soak you'll take 3 Wounds and be Shaken.
Issac is up next!
[ +- ] Turn Order
Turn Order:
1. Aloys
2. Guards
3.Issac
1. Aloys
2. Guards
3.Issac
Sep 18, 2022 1:06 am
Seeing Mathis grievously wounded, and Aloys take what seems a nasty blow, Issac draws out his rapier and lunges at the Guard Captain and nearby guard, in a furious attack. "Bastards!"
OOC:
Wild Attacking the captain and guard next to him, so multi-action at -2; cumulative +2 at captain, who's still Vulnerable.Last edited September 18, 2022 4:05 am
Rolls
Fighting - Guard Captain - (1d8+2, 1d6+2, RA)
1d8+2 : (6) + 2 = 8
1d6+2 : (4) + 2 = 6
Fighting - Guard - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (3) = 3
Damage - Rapier - Captain - (1d6+1d4+2, RA)
(4) + (4442) + 2 = 20
Sep 18, 2022 2:37 am
OOC:
Yikes. Yeah, I'll soak.Rolls
Vigor - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (65) = 11
Sep 18, 2022 2:39 am
Aloys sees the attack coming and deflects a potentially lethal attack away and takes the strike in the shoulder. There is a grunt of pain but before the blade can be pushed in, he kicks the guard back.
Sep 18, 2022 10:52 pm
Fox and Hound Tavern - Round 2
"Gaaah!" The Captains eyes go wide as he falls backward to the floor, a bleeding whole in his chest, slain by Issacs blade.The Guardsman just barely blocks Issac's attack. His shrieks in fear, his moral broken.
Guard Captain
OOC:
Damn, save some Aces for the others!Guard
Sep 18, 2022 11:10 pm
Fox and Hound Tavern - Round 3
1. Guards
2. Aloys
3. Issac --Issac, you'll tell Jean-Pierre what to do on his turn
The fencing with Jean-Pierre continues, but fear is apparent in the Guardsman's eye now.
With a wordless shout, the Guardsman runs for the door.
The guardsman attacks a vulnerable Issac, but unable to get round his guard.
Seeing his commander go down, the Guardsman takes a step back, defending himself.
Seeing the blood run from Aloys' shoulder, the Guardsman presses his advantage.
[ +- ] Action Order
1. Guards
2. Aloys
3. Issac --Issac, you'll tell Jean-Pierre what to do on his turn
Guard
Guard
Guard
Guard
Guard
OOC:
Ek! Another hit w/ dmg for Alloys--2 wounds incoming unless you Soak them![ +- ] Upated Ref
OOC:
Aloys You're UP!Sep 18, 2022 11:48 pm
OOC:
I sadly have no more bennies. Fortunately, that roll did not take in my +4 for Parry. I avoid getting totally messed up."Mathis!" Aloys shouts, his grin disappearing into a snarl. "You heartless bastards!" Despite the wound in his shoulder, the redeemed thief parries a blow to the side and then goes in hard for a deep lunge.
OOC:
I am going to Wild Attack and hope it goes well.OOC:
It never goes well :(Last edited September 18, 2022 11:49 pm
Rolls
Fighting (Wild Attack) - (1d8+1, 1d6+1, RA)
1d8+1 : (3) + 1 = 4
1d6+1 : (1) + 1 = 2
Sep 18, 2022 11:59 pm
Fox and Hound Tavern - Round 3
And yes, I completely forgot the Defence action for Aloys--whew 😌
OOC:
Issac You Are Up. And yes, I completely forgot the Defence action for Aloys--whew 😌
Sep 19, 2022 4:30 am
Seeing the captain go down and some of the other guards start to hesitate, he shouts at Jean-Pierre, "Strike true JP, and have them crawl back to their clockforsaken mothers!"
He looks back to see Aloys in trouble still, and Isaac's man pressing up dangerously close. He lashes out with two quick cuts.
He looks back to see Aloys in trouble still, and Isaac's man pressing up dangerously close. He lashes out with two quick cuts.
OOC:
Multi, wild attacking again, one at my guy, the other at Aloy's.OOC:
If 5 doesn't beat their Parry, disregard. From your description sounded like it was close though. Assuming the 12 is extra damage.Last edited September 19, 2022 4:37 am
Rolls
Fighting - Isaac's guard - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (5) = 5
Fighting - Aloy's guard - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (84) = 12
1d6 : (63) = 9
Damage - Isaac's guard - (1d6+1d4+2, RA)
(2) + (1) + 2 = 5
Damage - Aloy's guard - (1d6+1d4+1d6+2, RA)
(63) + (1) + (3) + 2 = 15
Sep 19, 2022 3:51 pm
Fox and Hound Tavern - Round 3, Conclusion
Issacs wild attack slices through the Guardsman's exposed flesh. He goes down with a cry and a spray of red.
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Seeing another companion go down, the remaining guardsmen turn tail and run for the door--one even dropping his short sword and crying for mercy.Mathis' boot scrapes on the tavern floor as he kicks out in pain...without assistance his wound is subject to his vigor along...
Jean-Pierre looks the fallen guards and the backs of the fleeing ones. "Well done."
Guard
~
Seeing another companion go down, the remaining guardsmen turn tail and run for the door--one even dropping his short sword and crying for mercy.
OOC:
A successful Athletics roll followed by a successful Fight roll is sufficient to stop any of them from leaving this tavern room--otherwise they are all fleeing back into the street.Mathis Baumé
Jean-Pierre
Sep 19, 2022 3:57 pm
The Roadside Inn | Sans & Elaine ~Elaine quickly follows Sans out the window and to the adjoining roof. If either of you look below, to the inn's yard you'd see that the carriage driver is being pulled from the common room and dragged to the prison wagon.
"But I'm just the driver!" His grunts in pain and frustration as he's more or less carried between two burly guards.
It'd also be clear from your vantage point that there is a commotion down near the river. How do you proceed from here?!
OOC:
I just saw that @FlyingSucculent posted in the absences thread and said moving her characters along is acceptable sooooo, with that in mind...Carriage Driver
It'd also be clear from your vantage point that there is a commotion down near the river. How do you proceed from here?!
Sep 19, 2022 5:15 pm
Sans waits for the Royal Guards to secure the caged wagon. Once they are less alert, their captive imprisoned, Sans backs off carefully on the stable roof, staying prone.
Once he reaches the opposite edge of the roof, away from the wagon, he will let himself drop to the ground, by hanging on the roof edge, then letting go.
He turns his head towards the direction of the river.
Could that be our lot? We need to get out of here, might as well take a look.
Beckoning Elaine, he points toward the river and starts heading there, trying to run from cover to cover, careful to always put a concealing obstacle between himself and potential onlookers in the Inn courtyard.
Leaving a Stealthy roll.
Once he reaches the opposite edge of the roof, away from the wagon, he will let himself drop to the ground, by hanging on the roof edge, then letting go.
He turns his head towards the direction of the river.
Could that be our lot? We need to get out of here, might as well take a look.
Beckoning Elaine, he points toward the river and starts heading there, trying to run from cover to cover, careful to always put a concealing obstacle between himself and potential onlookers in the Inn courtyard.
OOC:
Sans wants to reach the source of the commotion, while staying concealed. Once there, he will assess the new situation from hiding. Leaving a Stealthy roll.
Rolls
Stealth* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (63) = 9
Sep 19, 2022 9:54 pm
The Yard Outside the Inn | Sans & Elaine ~The Inn's yard is a clutter of Queen's guards milling about--some watch the Inn expectantly, some tease the prisoner rattling his cage.
"Please, you have to understand. I didn't know what was happening! I already gave back the coin!"
His cries are answered with cruel jeers.
Sans & Elaine As you make your way, from cover to cover, you notice crowns of guards (small groupings) moving between the village cottages and gardens.
However...
After you clear the first few wooden homes of the village you hear a Guardwoman call out. "Oy! 'Ware! Gold Coats!"
Turning to look you'd see a small crown of guards aiming gear-lock muskets at you.
~
OOC:
Doing standard 'group' roll for the guards milling about.Carriage Driver
His cries are answered with cruel jeers.
Sans & Elaine As you make your way, from cover to cover, you notice crowns of guards (small groupings) moving between the village cottages and gardens.
However...
Guard
Turning to look you'd see a small crown of guards aiming gear-lock muskets at you.
~
OOC:
This is a dire situation--it seems someone does NOT want you all to leave this village. Let's handle this encounter with the Quick Encounter Rules. Much like a Dramatic Task it's purely narrative. So decide how/what you are each doing in this situation, then make one roll to rule them all and narrate the result based on the except below:[ +- ] Quick Encounter Reminder
Sep 19, 2022 10:13 pm
Issac lets out a scream as he sees the guards fleeing, "That's right, remember we're a merciful bunch, you cads!"
He gives Aloys a quick once over, thankful to see he doesn't seem all that worse for wear, then quickly heads to Mathis, kneeling at his side. "Jean-Pierre, grab that fine bottle of brandy for our friend here."
Looking at Mathis, "Hold steady friend, let me take a look." Issac helped patch an occasional broken bone in theatrical wire work gone awry, and suture some wounds of his own design with a mistimed throw, and was hoping he could do something here as Mathis bled out.
He gives Aloys a quick once over, thankful to see he doesn't seem all that worse for wear, then quickly heads to Mathis, kneeling at his side. "Jean-Pierre, grab that fine bottle of brandy for our friend here."
Looking at Mathis, "Hold steady friend, let me take a look." Issac helped patch an occasional broken bone in theatrical wire work gone awry, and suture some wounds of his own design with a mistimed throw, and was hoping he could do something here as Mathis bled out.
OOC:
should've saved some of those aces hereOOC:
you know what, I'll spend a Benny.OOC:
Long live Mathis!Last edited September 19, 2022 11:30 pm
Rolls
Healing - Unskilled - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d4-2 : (2) - 2 = 0
1d6-2 : (5) - 2 = 3
Benny - Healing - Unskilled - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d4-2 : (3) - 2 = 1
1d6-2 : (65) - 2 = 9
Sep 19, 2022 10:19 pm
Sans curses hearing the muskets bring readied to fire. He bolts to offer a harder target, running away in a zig zag, erratic trajectory.
I'm not sitting still for you, you'd better be good shots...
I'm not sitting still for you, you'd better be good shots...
OOC:
an Athletics test aimed at making the shooters Distracted through impredictable turns and sudden changes of direction. Will use bennies if needed! OOC:
no luck, keeping the 5!Last edited September 19, 2022 10:22 pm
Rolls
Athletics* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (4) = 4
Athletics* (benny 1) - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (5) = 5
Athletics* (benny 2) - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (1) = 1
Athletics* (benny 3) - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (4) = 4
Sep 20, 2022 1:37 am
Elaine curses in a rather un-noble-like way as she struggles to follow after Sans, slipping on the shingles of the roof and barely able to keep her balance, her descend onto the wagon more akin to a free fall than a graceful jump. All of this - daring jumps on the surfaces not designed for human movement, avoiding of bullets, sneaking past bloodthirsty guards, - all of this always was her twin's forte, not hers. Ludovic loved climbing when they played and later trained together, but Elaine avoided it like plague; if not for her companion, she probably wouldn't have even tried.
As the attention is brought to the two of them, there is only a moment to decide what to do before bullets start flying. But it is hardly a difficult decision: she knows that she can't outrun the guards, not like Sans would be able to, and no shortcut will save her if they decide to follow her. So Elaine breathes in, mentally apologizes to Sans and then straightens up, pointing after the man and yelling at the guards: "What are you waiting for, you buffoons?! Do you need a personal invitation? Catch him!"
As the attention is brought to the two of them, there is only a moment to decide what to do before bullets start flying. But it is hardly a difficult decision: she knows that she can't outrun the guards, not like Sans would be able to, and no shortcut will save her if they decide to follow her. So Elaine breathes in, mentally apologizes to Sans and then straightens up, pointing after the man and yelling at the guards: "What are you waiting for, you buffoons?! Do you need a personal invitation? Catch him!"
OOC:
Trying to pretend that she is on their side, then slip away while they chase Sans. :PRolls
Persuasion: d6 - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (4) = 4
Sep 20, 2022 2:03 am
Aloys watched as the guards ran out, putting a hand to his shoulder where crimson stained gold. He looks over to Mathis, watching as Isaac patches his wound and begins to slow down the bleeding. The man looked like he would live but he would be in now shape for a fight.
"Jean-Pierre, grab me a drink that can peel paint and bring it here. I need to wrap this up." Aloys would mutter, waiting for the man to return. Giving a nod, he would wince as the alcohol burned the wound. With careful fingers, he would pull out any torn cloth that was stuck in the wound before grabbing the cleanest rag and tying it around his shoulder."You know Issac, I became a Gold Coat so the guards would stop trying to arrest me and stab me. Something is wrong. We need to get out the backdoor and get out of here." His eyes turned towards Jean-Pierre, an apologetic look coming to his face. "I would say to go and hide but they saw you with us. I think they'll come for you too. You've got a good swordarm; come with us."
"Jean-Pierre, grab me a drink that can peel paint and bring it here. I need to wrap this up." Aloys would mutter, waiting for the man to return. Giving a nod, he would wince as the alcohol burned the wound. With careful fingers, he would pull out any torn cloth that was stuck in the wound before grabbing the cleanest rag and tying it around his shoulder.
OOC:
Almost no chance but man, won't it look cool?OOC:
Not a critical failure but I won't roll for more healing. We won't have the time.Last edited September 20, 2022 2:05 am
Rolls
Healing - (1d4-4, 1d6-4, RA)
1d4-4 : (1) - 4 = -3
1d6-4 : (3) - 4 = -1
Sep 20, 2022 3:33 am
Using a mix of bar towels, the fancy brandy, and luck, he's able to stall the flow of blood and get a tight dressing around the wound. He takes a swig of the liquor and pours more down Mathis's throat. Looking at Aloys and Jean-Pierre, "Agreed, we all need to get out of here". Looking back at Mathis, "They'll kill you if you stay here." and starts helping him to his feet.
Last edited September 20, 2022 3:34 am
Sep 20, 2022 4:45 pm
Maneuvering Through the Village | Sans ~
Sparks fly as gears whir; smoke an' shot erupt from the rifle barrels. Woods chips explode round you, Sans, as the you dodge the incoming projectiles.
Within seconds, that seems like minutes, you can see the Fox and Hound tavern before you, guards fleeing out the front door.
Across the river you see an airship tying down to a wooden platform--it's a merchant skiff, it'd be obvious.
The guards chasing after you, momentarily fallen being as the try to reload, awkwardly, while following...
The Outskirts of the Village | Elaine ~
...except for the one guard who breathlessly runs up to Elaine.
*Huff* & *puff* "Captain!"
He gives a stiff salute. Does he think you're the Capitaine?
"We need to set a perimeter round the village?! The cavalry crown should near be here. If they take to the road, they won't get far!" His eyes wonder round the nearby village, like he expects enemies to jump out of every bush. He seems to be waiting on your orders.
Sparks fly as gears whir; smoke an' shot erupt from the rifle barrels. Woods chips explode round you, Sans, as the you dodge the incoming projectiles.
Within seconds, that seems like minutes, you can see the Fox and Hound tavern before you, guards fleeing out the front door.
Across the river you see an airship tying down to a wooden platform--it's a merchant skiff, it'd be obvious.
The guards chasing after you, momentarily fallen being as the try to reload, awkwardly, while following...
The Outskirts of the Village | Elaine ~
...except for the one guard who breathlessly runs up to Elaine.
Guard
He gives a stiff salute. Does he think you're the Capitaine?
"We need to set a perimeter round the village?! The cavalry crown should near be here. If they take to the road, they won't get far!" His eyes wonder round the nearby village, like he expects enemies to jump out of every bush. He seems to be waiting on your orders.
Sep 20, 2022 5:03 pm
Fox and Hound Tavern Interior | Issac and Aloys ~
Mathis winces from the alcohol poured on his wound, and sputters from the draught poured down his throat. "*Cough* Enough, enough." He wipes his chin as he stands. He winces, but seems pleased with Issac's work. "You patch well friend..."
The tavern patrons have run to the windows and are looking out in to the street.
"They're licked, but they'll be back!"
Jean-Pierre grins, cocky at Aloys. "Ya'll have good arms as well. I'm glad this didn't play out with our blades crossing."
He nods at the old man near the window, and gives a concerned look to the Tavern Keeper.
He addresses Aloys an' Issac. "I'm going to take my chances round here. I can go to ground. These are my people and I can fade in to them."
"If you get to Witchop, find my cousin--Julia Sardou. She's also an information broker. Works the guilds. Tell here 'a broken clock is correct twice a day, except on Faire Days.' She'll know I sent you."
He extends his sword arm for shaking.
"Be safe, friends."
Mathis looks eager to follow you and be off.
Mathis Baumé
The tavern patrons have run to the windows and are looking out in to the street.
Tavern Patron
Jean-Pierre
He nods at the old man near the window, and gives a concerned look to the Tavern Keeper.
He addresses Aloys an' Issac. "I'm going to take my chances round here. I can go to ground. These are my people and I can fade in to them."
"If you get to Witchop, find my cousin--Julia Sardou. She's also an information broker. Works the guilds. Tell here 'a broken clock is correct twice a day, except on Faire Days.' She'll know I sent you."
He extends his sword arm for shaking.
Jean-Pierre
Mathis looks eager to follow you and be off.
Sep 20, 2022 6:07 pm
Aloys grasps the man by the arm, nodding in thanks before looking back to Isaac and Mathis. He waves to get them to follow him out the back door and into the thicker, higher grasses out back. He tries to keep low, though he is far more confident in the major cities than the rural areas they now were being hunted in.
"Alright, we have to assume the others have gotten out on their own. What I know about guards is that they always come back with more." He reaches up and undoes his cloak, hiding the golden fabric he had come to adore. "Stealth is key. Let's move."
"Alright, we have to assume the others have gotten out on their own. What I know about guards is that they always come back with more." He reaches up and undoes his cloak, hiding the golden fabric he had come to adore. "Stealth is key. Let's move."
Rolls
Stealth* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (65) = 11
Sep 20, 2022 9:14 pm
Elaine fights to keep her face imperceptible as the guard addresses her, answering his salute with a curt nod. For all her familiarity with pretending to be someone else, it's not often that people mistake her identity when she's not actively trying to mask herself; even with Ludovic, she rarely got mistaken for him because of her missing eye (although with enough hair styling it could be mitigated). This guard must have never seen Capitaine Alarie, or perhaps he is simply too winded right now to pay attention. She should act fast, before he starts questioning why exactly Elaine is missing any sort of captain rank insignia.
"They won't get far either way," she tells the guard, adding an authoritative tilt to the confident tone of her voice, "because I will deal with them personally. Tell your people to block the tavern's front door, and I'll smoke them out from the back." She draws her rapier, hoping that Adélie's reputation is fearsome enough that the order isn't as unbelievable as it sounds, and starts walking towards The Fox and The Hound. "Distract them, but don't assault - we can't risk having civilians be caught in the crossfire."
"They won't get far either way," she tells the guard, adding an authoritative tilt to the confident tone of her voice, "because I will deal with them personally. Tell your people to block the tavern's front door, and I'll smoke them out from the back." She draws her rapier, hoping that Adélie's reputation is fearsome enough that the order isn't as unbelievable as it sounds, and starts walking towards The Fox and The Hound. "Distract them, but don't assault - we can't risk having civilians be caught in the crossfire."
Sep 20, 2022 11:02 pm
"Aye, thank the Clockmaker on that one. Good to see you breathing, friend." He looks at the brandy, about a 1/3 left, and stows it away on his person, along with some of the bar towels. "Think of it as a parting gift." as he grins at the bartender then turns toward Jean-Pierre to shake his hand, "JP, our sincerest gratitude, be safe."
He removes his cloak an ugly mustard yellow anyways and follows Aloys.
He removes his cloak an ugly mustard yellow anyways and follows Aloys.
OOC:
Bennying that, 1 leftOOC:
this seems important, 0 leftLast edited September 20, 2022 11:07 pm
Rolls
Stealth* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (1) = 1
Stealth* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (1) = 1
Stealth* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (5) = 5
Sep 21, 2022 8:40 pm
Elaine ~
With the *rasp* of your rapier, the guard gives a curt--"Aye, Aye!" as he turns and jogs toward the Fox and Hound.
He waves off other guards from the rear of the tavern as he goes, calling them to follow him to the front.
The way is clear for you, Elaine.
Meanwhile... | Sans ~
What do we see from our running Gold Coat? Where is he headed? What does he do? I'd imagine, if he's in a position of observation, he'd be aware of the guard troop movement.
Guard
He waves off other guards from the rear of the tavern as he goes, calling them to follow him to the front.
The way is clear for you, Elaine.
Meanwhile... | Sans ~
What do we see from our running Gold Coat? Where is he headed? What does he do? I'd imagine, if he's in a position of observation, he'd be aware of the guard troop movement.
Sep 21, 2022 8:45 pm
Behind the Fox & Hound | Aloy's and Issac ~
The two-fold successes of sneaking (on your part) and espionage (on Elaine's part) have, also, given you a clear path out of the inn and into the grasses some 12 meters away from the building.
I'd also imagine at this point, observant Gold Coats may begin to notice each other in the midst of the bedlam.
What do the pair of you do? What is your next move?
The two-fold successes of sneaking (on your part) and espionage (on Elaine's part) have, also, given you a clear path out of the inn and into the grasses some 12 meters away from the building.
I'd also imagine at this point, observant Gold Coats may begin to notice each other in the midst of the bedlam.
What do the pair of you do? What is your next move?
Sep 21, 2022 9:17 pm
Having spotted the airship, and unable to determine her crewmen's allegiance, Sans decides this place is too crowded to risk it.
He manoeuvers to put the Fox and Hound building between himself and the airship, and detours towards the edge of the woods trying to reach the cover of the trees to elude the pursuers.
He keeps an ear out for voices and shouts, hoping to spot his comrades.
He manoeuvers to put the Fox and Hound building between himself and the airship, and detours towards the edge of the woods trying to reach the cover of the trees to elude the pursuers.
He keeps an ear out for voices and shouts, hoping to spot his comrades.
Rolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (1) = 1
Sep 22, 2022 1:11 am
As they make their way deeper into the grass, Issac looks up and notices the airship, oh hell, would love to experience one of those but not like this. Whispering to his comrades, "Not to state the obvious, but we need to find Sans and Elaine and get out." He peeks above the grass as much as he dares and looks around, hoping to spot them.
OOC:
nope, like two ships passing each other in the night.Last edited September 22, 2022 1:13 am
Rolls
Notice * - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (3) = 3
Sep 22, 2022 1:29 am
"You're right, my friend. This whole place is being swarmed... Aloys murmurs, looking around carefully. The airship is a possible escape for certain and with the number of guards coming around them, even moreso.He picks out the sight of Sans moving along the tall grass beside them just as Elaine moves around the corner of the tavern. Risking his head, he gives a quick, low whistle to call them over towards him into the thick grass.
OOC:
Thank goodness.Last edited September 22, 2022 1:31 am
Rolls
Notice* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (4) = 4
Sep 22, 2022 2:37 am
Elaine strolls towards the tavern with a confidence she doesn't really feel, playing the part of a fierce officer heading out to deal with... Whom, exactly? Traitors? Criminals? Conspirators? It is quite an interesting question, how she and her companions are presented for the common guards, but unfortunately she doesn't have an opportunity to dwell on it. Undoubtedly it won't take them long to figure out the deception - so once she is safely out of the crown's field of vision, her pace speeds up and Elaine runs in the direction where she thinks Sans has been heading.
However, a whistling sound soon attracts her attention and she abruptly skids to a stop, twirling towards the sound and squinting at the tall grass on her left. It takes her a moment to recognize Aloys peeking over the grass, especially at a distance, but thankfully his hair is a pretty good confirmation of his persona and the whistle itself is a familiar trick, enough for a combination of the two to alleviate Elaine's suspicions. She glances over her shoulder to ensure that none of the guards have followed her, and then rushes towards the grass, sighing in relief as she rejoins Aloys and Issac .
Her brows inadvertently rise as she sees Mathias, rather worse for wear, and she gives him a critical once-over before bluntly questioning: "Is he a hostage or an ally?"
However, a whistling sound soon attracts her attention and she abruptly skids to a stop, twirling towards the sound and squinting at the tall grass on her left. It takes her a moment to recognize Aloys peeking over the grass, especially at a distance, but thankfully his hair is a pretty good confirmation of his persona and the whistle itself is a familiar trick, enough for a combination of the two to alleviate Elaine's suspicions. She glances over her shoulder to ensure that none of the guards have followed her, and then rushes towards the grass, sighing in relief as she rejoins Aloys and Issac .
Her brows inadvertently rise as she sees Mathias, rather worse for wear, and she gives him a critical once-over before bluntly questioning: "Is he a hostage or an ally?"
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Sep 22, 2022 2:44 am
"An ally. We have a name for someone to visit, another information broker. It seems that we have been doing our jobs too well." He looks over the grass again, ducking his head down low. "How many of them are on horseback? Is the airship with them?" Aloys whispered, wincing again as the wound in his shoulder ached.
Sep 23, 2022 2:45 pm
Edge of the Wood | Elaine, Aloys, Issac ~
The summer sun's climbed higher in the sky. The unending chirp of woken cicada in the nearby wood is almost deafening.
A small, farmer's track runs down to the river. A long cart rumbles down said track, a man on a drivers bench, hauling a large load of summer wheat. His heavy vehicle is pulled by a large and rusty gear.
Their lumbering steps pull the wagon onward at a slow steady pace.
The farmer "driving" the wagon whistles to himself, eyes squinted against the sun.
They're headed for the river, and a small foot bridge that'll take them across.
As of yet, there are no signs of mounted guards, though perhaps you all can make out a dust plume hanging over the trees to the south?
At the Edge of a Copse of Trees | Sans ~
It's possible Sans would also see the wagon rumbling toward the river. It'd depend on how deep he's gone in to the wood.
But what Sans' become aware of that the others have not, is the sound of a horse whickering--a couple horses to be exact. The sound comes from deeper in the wood.
If he'd look up, he'd see, through the screen of trees, a large, four-wheeled covered wagon (more a traveling home really). It rests beside a small stream that feeds the river, two horses graze nearby in the short, weedy grass.
A young woman sits on a mossy rock near the stream. She appears to be sketching on a large leather bound sheet of paper as she watches butterflies flit about above the gurgling stream.
The summer sun's climbed higher in the sky. The unending chirp of woken cicada in the nearby wood is almost deafening.
A small, farmer's track runs down to the river. A long cart rumbles down said track, a man on a drivers bench, hauling a large load of summer wheat. His heavy vehicle is pulled by a large and rusty gear.
Gear
Farmer
They're headed for the river, and a small foot bridge that'll take them across.
As of yet, there are no signs of mounted guards, though perhaps you all can make out a dust plume hanging over the trees to the south?
OOC:
Common Knowledge for more info on the airship, though it's lookin' like it's not affiliated with the guards, as far as you can tell... so far.At the Edge of a Copse of Trees | Sans ~
It's possible Sans would also see the wagon rumbling toward the river. It'd depend on how deep he's gone in to the wood.
But what Sans' become aware of that the others have not, is the sound of a horse whickering--a couple horses to be exact. The sound comes from deeper in the wood.
If he'd look up, he'd see, through the screen of trees, a large, four-wheeled covered wagon (more a traveling home really). It rests beside a small stream that feeds the river, two horses graze nearby in the short, weedy grass.
Tinkerer
Sep 23, 2022 4:00 pm
"There aren't many in the village right now, but a cavalry crown is coming soon. They are planning to cut off the road." While they are talking, Elaine hastily tugs off her golden scarf and tries to mask her allegiance as much as possible. Unfortunately, there is only so much she can do for a disguise without access to any of her tools and costumes... Still, sometimes altering a hairstyle alone can do wonders, and hopefully few people here would recognize her. But the count will, if he's still around scheming - and that would be quite a meeting considering the circumstances.
"We need to get out of the village as soon as possible." She stands up on the tips of her feet, looking out from the grass at the forest nearby, at the tied down airship and the wagon moving by the river. "And we need to get Sans."
"We need to get out of the village as soon as possible." She stands up on the tips of her feet, looking out from the grass at the forest nearby, at the tied down airship and the wagon moving by the river. "And we need to get Sans."
Rolls
Common Knowledge: d8 - One Eye - (1d8-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d8-2 : (5) - 2 = 3
1d6-2 : (62) - 2 = 6
Sep 24, 2022 3:29 am
Half-jokingly at Elaine, "Well, it's either the airship or we all hide in that haul of summer wheat." nodding at the farmer's cart. "My vote is on the flying beauty."
He takes a moment to look over the airship more thoroughly, trying to discern if his initial thought of it being enemy controlled was correct.
He takes a moment to look over the airship more thoroughly, trying to discern if his initial thought of it being enemy controlled was correct.
Rolls
Common Knowledge* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (664) = 16
Sep 24, 2022 7:28 am
Sans checks for evidence of his pursuers, looking around and behind him. Those so-called royal guards did not hesitate to attack the Gold Coats of the Queen... They are either impostors, or more likely the Baron is right, and traitors are among their ranks.
Hearing no enemies for the moment, he focuses on the carriage, and its apparent owner, the woman.
She does not seem to have heard the commotion. Had she been part of this, she would be acting differently.
Deciding that the woman might be in danger, if the 'guards' are so keen to kill or imprison all witnesses, he steps out of his cover towards her, approaching and trying not to startle her, keeping his hands away from his weapon.
"Milady. Do not be alarmed by my appearance, and let my uniform reassure you on my peaceful intentions," he says, still casting glances in the woods behind him.
"I am a Gold Coat, a Musketeer of Queen Isbel. my companions and I have been attacked by royal guard traitors. They might be soon patrolling these woods to hunt for us, and I think you could be in danger too. I have seen them capture innocents. Perhaps it might be best for you not to be found here. Is that your carriage?"
Hearing no enemies for the moment, he focuses on the carriage, and its apparent owner, the woman.
She does not seem to have heard the commotion. Had she been part of this, she would be acting differently.
Deciding that the woman might be in danger, if the 'guards' are so keen to kill or imprison all witnesses, he steps out of his cover towards her, approaching and trying not to startle her, keeping his hands away from his weapon.
"Milady. Do not be alarmed by my appearance, and let my uniform reassure you on my peaceful intentions," he says, still casting glances in the woods behind him.
"I am a Gold Coat, a Musketeer of Queen Isbel. my companions and I have been attacked by royal guard traitors. They might be soon patrolling these woods to hunt for us, and I think you could be in danger too. I have seen them capture innocents. Perhaps it might be best for you not to be found here. Is that your carriage?"
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Sep 24, 2022 3:28 pm
OOC:
Common Knowledge ain't so common.Rolls
Common Knowledge* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (43) = 7
1d6 : (4) = 4
Sep 24, 2022 9:05 pm
Aloy's, Elaine & Issac ~
It's clear to all you that the air-skiff is could not possibly affiliated with the villains currently on your tail--in fact, the ship has the style of a merchant craft one would see in the Duchy of Hrid't, and Elaine could confirm there is no way Hrid't merchants would be in league with nobles from the Queen's Duchy.
It's likely a trader that sails the eastern hills.
It's clear to all you that the air-skiff is could not possibly affiliated with the villains currently on your tail--in fact, the ship has the style of a merchant craft one would see in the Duchy of Hrid't, and Elaine could confirm there is no way Hrid't merchants would be in league with nobles from the Queen's Duchy.
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Sep 24, 2022 10:20 pm
Beside the Stream | Sans ~
Despite the calm warning, she does startle, slightly.
She's turned and stares at you. Her eyes move over you, like she committing you to memory.
A beat and then she answers. "My wagon? Yes it is. Its my home actually--well my home away from home."
She gets off her perch, goes to the wagon and stores her sketch pad.
Looks at Sans again. "You're serious, aren't you? About being hunted?"
She points at the white horse. "Help me hitch the wagon." She moves to grab the brown one. "I'm a tinkerer from the Academy. I'm on my way back north, after some work in the capital. You can ride with me if you wish. I have a false panel in the wagon."
Despite the calm warning, she does startle, slightly.
Tinkerer
A beat and then she answers. "My wagon? Yes it is. Its my home actually--well my home away from home."
She gets off her perch, goes to the wagon and stores her sketch pad.
Tinkerer
She points at the white horse. "Help me hitch the wagon." She moves to grab the brown one. "I'm a tinkerer from the Academy. I'm on my way back north, after some work in the capital. You can ride with me if you wish. I have a false panel in the wagon."
Sep 25, 2022 12:34 am
"If we're going for the airship, then how do we approach?" Elaine eyes the transport for a moment, before looking questionably at Aloys and Issac. "We can pretend to be simple travellers, but there is no guarantee that they are going to be taking off soon - we might need to hurry them, and it's suspicious on its own. We can also threaten them, probably, or offer a bribe," she reaches into her coin purse, thoughtfully checking the coins inside. "...If we have money to do it with."
Sep 25, 2022 8:19 am
"I'm afraid so, Milady: I am very serious," he replies.
Relieved that the woman is hearing his warning, he starts helping her with the wagon in haste as he considers her proposal.
"I could definitely do with leaving these woods in concealment... You have my thanks. I am known as Sans Visage. And whom should I be grateful to...?"
As an afterthought he adds, "and, Milady... Your wagon's hidden compartment... it wouldn't have the means to peek outside, by any chance? Or else, You would have to be my eyes as I try to reunite with my fellow Gold Cloaks... "
Relieved that the woman is hearing his warning, he starts helping her with the wagon in haste as he considers her proposal.
"I could definitely do with leaving these woods in concealment... You have my thanks. I am known as Sans Visage. And whom should I be grateful to...?"
As an afterthought he adds, "and, Milady... Your wagon's hidden compartment... it wouldn't have the means to peek outside, by any chance? Or else, You would have to be my eyes as I try to reunite with my fellow Gold Cloaks... "
Sep 25, 2022 3:04 pm
The Tall Grass | Elaine, Issac & Aloys ~
Mathis grunts at Elaine's suggestion--but whether in pain or agreement, it's hard to tell.
"If discretion is to be bought... as I noted back at the tavern I have very few coins in my own purse." he looks at Aloys, recalling the heavy weight of the young Gold Coats bag.
Mathis Baumé
"If discretion is to be bought... as I noted back at the tavern I have very few coins in my own purse." he looks at Aloys, recalling the heavy weight of the young Gold Coats bag.
Sep 25, 2022 3:34 pm
Beside the Forest Stream, Hastily Packing | Sans ~
"Well met Monsieur Visage. I'm Lise Delafose--the only name I'm known by."
She's finished hitching her horse and goes to the rear of the wagon, opening the door to it's interior.
She pulls a lever, you hear gears turn, and a compartment is lowered from the ceiling on chains. The disturbances causes little gear-work butterflies, bees, and dragonflies to take flight and bump about the wagon interior.
"You'll be 'on the top' of the wagon, with a full view out the front. You'll even be able to speak to me, should you need to. Or want to I suppose." She smiles slightly.
She waits for Sans to climb aboard, ready to set out when the musketeer is.
Lise Delafose
She's finished hitching her horse and goes to the rear of the wagon, opening the door to it's interior.
She pulls a lever, you hear gears turn, and a compartment is lowered from the ceiling on chains. The disturbances causes little gear-work butterflies, bees, and dragonflies to take flight and bump about the wagon interior.
Lise Delafose
She waits for Sans to climb aboard, ready to set out when the musketeer is.
Sep 25, 2022 3:48 pm
"We do have the driver's patronage still on me. Not sure it'll be enough but it is something." Aloys mutters, keeping his head down to watch out for more guards. "To the airship?"
Sep 25, 2022 5:34 pm
Sans looks around the wagon in marvel, dodging the Clockwork insects a couple of times.
"Why, this place is incredible, Madame Delafose..." he says as he climbs in the ingenious hidden compartment. "I hope to have time later to ask you about these technical wonders... For now, you have my personal thanks - and those of the Gold Cloaks - for your help."
"Why, this place is incredible, Madame Delafose..." he says as he climbs in the ingenious hidden compartment. "I hope to have time later to ask you about these technical wonders... For now, you have my personal thanks - and those of the Gold Cloaks - for your help."
Sep 25, 2022 9:00 pm
A smile blossoms on Isaac's face at the thought of finally getting to travel on an airship, despite the dangers ahead. Almost giddily, "The airship sounds like the best plan." He and Isabela had heard and read so many interesting stories of them. His smile falters a bit, "We can bribe and threaten if need be, in that order."
Sep 26, 2022 12:53 pm
Summer Afternoon, Rumbling Down a Forest Trail | Sans ~
Sitting atop the drives wagon, Lise gently nudges the horses along. The wagon creaks on it's hinges as she drives toward the main road.
She's been chattering the whole time. "...so, if insects, birds and the like can fly of their own power; I figure it's not far off that we should be able to as well with the proper application of gear-work, and not need a tidal engine like say, an airship."
The wagon draws ever nearer the main road.
"I don't mean to down play the situation, but I must say it's rather exciting aiding you in a conspiracy against the crown--being a staunch support of Her Majesty Queen Isbel."
"You must be very brave to put yourself in danger like this. Did you..." she stumbles on her words slightly; motions to her face... "Did you receive your, injuries, in the line of duty?"
Another *bump* as the wagon rolls from the small wood trail on to the main river road.
"Oh, seems there is a bit of traffic," she says as the wagon enters the road not far behind a farmer cart being pulled by a large gearfolk.
You continue rumbling toward a foot bridge and the airship tie-down on the other side of the river.
Lise Delafose
She's been chattering the whole time. "...so, if insects, birds and the like can fly of their own power; I figure it's not far off that we should be able to as well with the proper application of gear-work, and not need a tidal engine like say, an airship."
The wagon draws ever nearer the main road.
Lise Delafose
"You must be very brave to put yourself in danger like this. Did you..." she stumbles on her words slightly; motions to her face... "Did you receive your, injuries, in the line of duty?"
Another *bump* as the wagon rolls from the small wood trail on to the main river road.
Lise Delafose
You continue rumbling toward a foot bridge and the airship tie-down on the other side of the river.
Sep 26, 2022 10:34 pm
From his hiding spot Sans tries to keep up with Madame's strangely one-sided conversation. He interjects rarely, for fear of being heard.
"If you say so, Milady... Fascinating subject..."
All the while, his eyes scan the road, the trees, the shadows deeper into the forest, in search of signs of both friends and foes, longing for the former, and worried about the latter.
When the scholar enquires about his disfigurement, he bitterly obliges. He knows people are curious about his looks, but the mention is irksome all the same. "I'm afraid not, Milady... my face injuries are from before I joined the Cloaks... the Musketeers have been... how shall I put it... a redemption, for me... like a second chance."
As they hit the traffic of the main thoroughfare, he spots the airship and asks about it, in a whisper. "Pray tell, Madame Delafose... that airship over there... can you discern its livery? It's not a royal guard vessel, is it?!..."
"If you say so, Milady... Fascinating subject..."
All the while, his eyes scan the road, the trees, the shadows deeper into the forest, in search of signs of both friends and foes, longing for the former, and worried about the latter.
When the scholar enquires about his disfigurement, he bitterly obliges. He knows people are curious about his looks, but the mention is irksome all the same. "I'm afraid not, Milady... my face injuries are from before I joined the Cloaks... the Musketeers have been... how shall I put it... a redemption, for me... like a second chance."
As they hit the traffic of the main thoroughfare, he spots the airship and asks about it, in a whisper. "Pray tell, Madame Delafose... that airship over there... can you discern its livery? It's not a royal guard vessel, is it?!..."
OOC:
leaving Notice roll to spot friend or foe among the crowd and to the sides of the forestRolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (5) = 5
Sep 27, 2022 12:34 pm
On the Tinkerer's Wagon | Sans ~
Lise flicks a switch on the side of her headgear, and with a *whir* a monocle moves to cover her eye then extents as a telescope.
"It's a...It's...ah! Yes, I see it now. It's a trading skiff; looks Hrid't. Probably a merchant who makes the plains circuit. Definitely not something to fear, given the current political climate."
Sans, you'd see no signs royal guards round the landing platform. As for your allies....
Lise Delafose
"It's a...It's...ah! Yes, I see it now. It's a trading skiff; looks Hrid't. Probably a merchant who makes the plains circuit. Definitely not something to fear, given the current political climate."
Sans, you'd see no signs royal guards round the landing platform. As for your allies....
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...allies, does Sans see any sign of you???Sep 28, 2022 2:48 am
"Well, let's get going." Aloys says, taking the lead to guide his comrades through the thick grass and foliage to move towards the airship that waits.
OOC:
Hopefully, I may or may not get some coverage from the cover around us.Last edited September 28, 2022 2:49 am
Rolls
Stealth* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (2) = 2
Sep 28, 2022 8:37 pm
Elaine nods silently and follows after Aloys, Issac and Mathias, occasionally helping the latter to move but mostly keeping an eye on their surroundings. There is no telling how long the guards are willing to wait until they realise that they have been duped, and she feels unnerved, ready to hear the song of gunshots resume at every moment.
Sep 29, 2022 1:07 am
Issac too assists Mathias when needed, making sure he can keep up with the rest of the group, but hopefully not injuring him further.
He's relieved that Elaine found them, yet nervous about Sans not being with her. No doubt the man can take care of himself, but there are so many guards, even he must have a limit. Knowing the risk, Issac quickly darts his head out of the tall grass to see if he can spot any sign of the Gold Coat.
He's relieved that Elaine found them, yet nervous about Sans not being with her. No doubt the man can take care of himself, but there are so many guards, even he must have a limit. Knowing the risk, Issac quickly darts his head out of the tall grass to see if he can spot any sign of the Gold Coat.
Rolls
Notice * - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (4) = 4
Sep 29, 2022 10:09 pm
OOC:
I think it's safe to say there is two-way-noticing of a sorts happening here :P Scanning the tall grass beside the main road you'd surely notice four familiar forms hustling along.
Elaine, Issac and Aloys ~
Likewise, you'd see the large tinkerer's wagon trundling along the main road. It's had to slow down and is now "stuck" behind the farmers cart, as the road isn't wide enough for passing, 'less the elderly man pulls off the road.
Farmer
He shouts to the gear pulling the wagon, "A bit faster Fourneau, we've got traffic!"
Yet, no one speeds up.
Sep 29, 2022 10:40 pm
"Over there! See my fellow Gold Cloaks, in the grass to the left? Time for me to reunite with them!"
He knocks on the bottom of the secret compartment. "Could you open this, Madame Delafose? With this heavy traffic, I can easily jump off your wagon and reach them."
If she complies, he will thank her profusely and add, "where could I find you, should I one day be in need of your astounding engineering talent, Milady?"
He knocks on the bottom of the secret compartment. "Could you open this, Madame Delafose? With this heavy traffic, I can easily jump off your wagon and reach them."
If she complies, he will thank her profusely and add, "where could I find you, should I one day be in need of your astounding engineering talent, Milady?"
Oct 1, 2022 8:01 pm
Lise Delafose
With a *whir*, *clank*, *whir* the compartment Sans is laying in opens giving the Gold Coat access to the drivers bench.
"It's been a pleasure Monsieur Visage. I think I'll stop at the Royal Observatory for a bit before heading back to the Academy."
She digs in her satchel and pulls a metal beetle from it, the size of your palm. "If you need to get a message to me just wind it up and let it fly."
"Ah! And actually," she pulls a package out as well, this one about the size of your whole hand--it's wrapped in thin, waxy paper, and a small short string protrudes from it. "Take this with you. It could be good for a distraction in a tight situation."
[ +- ] Reference
Oct 2, 2022 12:35 pm
Sans takes the items from the scholarly lady, and hops off the driver's bench.
He turns to his host, "the Observatory, understood. The privilege was all mine, Madame. I do hope our paths meet again, so I may be able to repay you for your kindness." he says.
Looking at the wrapped parcel with a string, he nods and thanks the Lady once again, before leaving the road for the relative cover of the tall grass.
He moves in haste in the direction of his fellow Gold Cloaks. As he gets closer, he whisper-shouts, "Issac! Elaine! Aloys! It's me, Sans..."
He turns to his host, "the Observatory, understood. The privilege was all mine, Madame. I do hope our paths meet again, so I may be able to repay you for your kindness." he says.
Looking at the wrapped parcel with a string, he nods and thanks the Lady once again, before leaving the road for the relative cover of the tall grass.
He moves in haste in the direction of his fellow Gold Cloaks. As he gets closer, he whisper-shouts, "Issac! Elaine! Aloys! It's me, Sans..."
Oct 3, 2022 6:34 pm
"No time to waste." Issac shout-whispers as he heads toward the large wagon, making sure to keep under the tall grass. His ears perk up as he hears the sound of Sans voice in the foliage. Picking up speed he bursts through the grass, almost knocking into Sans in front of him. He stumbles back a bit, a moments guarded look turning into a broad smile as he sees recognizes their fellow Gold Coat. "Sans!" he exclaims, before realizing the error, placing a finger to his lips in a shhh sound. "I've never been happier to see an uglier bastard." clasping his shoulder in greeting.
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Oct 3, 2022 10:14 pm
Sans returns Issac's greeting, "By the Clockmaker! Glad to see you too, my friend. Looks like we found ourselves in the middle of something big. The royal guards arrested the Baron's driver, and were after Elaine and I. Seems we tread on someone's feet." he whispers in haste.
He points at Madame Delafose's wagon " I found an ingenious ally in the owner of that little wonder. She helped me be the woods unseen, but the royal traitors must not be far back... We need to get out of here. "
He points at Madame Delafose's wagon " I found an ingenious ally in the owner of that little wonder. She helped me be the woods unseen, but the royal traitors must not be far back... We need to get out of here. "
Oct 4, 2022 3:51 pm
The Road Beside the River
As if on cue, hovering over the trees to the South, you'd all clearly notice a haze of dust kicked up--the telltale sign of cavalry riding hard. Surely they will be upon you sooner than later...
As if on cue, hovering over the trees to the South, you'd all clearly notice a haze of dust kicked up--the telltale sign of cavalry riding hard. Surely they will be upon you sooner than later...
Oct 5, 2022 3:10 am
Isaac's eyes widen when he sees the plume of dust in the distance, closer than expected. "Well, plan A, we dash across the bridge by foot and make our way towards the ship. Or plan B, we hijack the old man's cart and use it as a means of entry into the airship. Perhaps we can barter with his wheat to get inside, or at least get close enough to sneak in?". Examining the lumbering gear closely, "Is there an accelerator on those contraptions? It's too slow now as is."
Oct 5, 2022 6:25 am
Glancing at the wide, gear-pulled cart that is blocking the road, he says "The guards' horses won't be able to pass, that slow wagon might buy us the time we need to get on that airship. I say we leave the wagon as a blockade and rush through the bridge to the ship! It is a H'ridt trading ship, I was told - they should grant us passage, hopefully. "
Oct 5, 2022 3:59 pm
"Sans! I was worried that we lost you." Aloys says, helping Mathis walk a bit from behind. "They came in looking for Issac, Mathis, and myself. We've certainly stepped on toes." The young man says, nodding with the plan.
"Leave the cart as a blockade and make our way to the airship. We can think of our next move when we're safe." Aloys says, nodding ahead. "Follow my lead, I'll get us through to the ship."
Aloys maintained the confidence in his voice even if he didn't exactly feel it. The four of them were altogether but with Mathis injured and the village swarming with guards, it wouldn't be easy enough. Swallowing his trepidation, Aloys would move through the tall grass and between buildings to try and approach the ship.
"Leave the cart as a blockade and make our way to the airship. We can think of our next move when we're safe." Aloys says, nodding ahead. "Follow my lead, I'll get us through to the ship."
Aloys maintained the confidence in his voice even if he didn't exactly feel it. The four of them were altogether but with Mathis injured and the village swarming with guards, it wouldn't be easy enough. Swallowing his trepidation, Aloys would move through the tall grass and between buildings to try and approach the ship.
Rolls
Stealth - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (1) = 1
Oct 6, 2022 6:47 am
Sans gets on the other side of Mathis and helps the injured comrade too. "Here , my friend, lean on me." he whispers.
He follows Aloys, trying to stay in cover.
He follows Aloys, trying to stay in cover.
Rolls
Stealth* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (61) = 7
1d6 : (2) = 2
Oct 6, 2022 4:13 pm
"Elaine, after you." waving a hand towards Sans and the rest. He takes the rear, giving a final look at the cloud of dust, before following along.
Rolls
Stealth* - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (442) = 10
1d6 : (3) = 3
Oct 6, 2022 4:55 pm
South of the Party | The River Road ~
Urging his mount for more speed, Nathan Donnet runs through tactics in his head. He shouts to his crown, to be heard over their horses' thundering hooves.
"Be Alert! If we let these traitorous scum evade capture we'll be answering to the Captain directly!"
God be merciful, let me prove my worth...
He, and his troop, dig in spurs as they quickly approach the lumbering farmer's cart.
We'll give @FlyingSucculent a sec to roll then see what the outcome is. If ya'll are spotted we'll say it happens as you make it to the platform and the waiting airship...
Cavalry Officer
"Be Alert! If we let these traitorous scum evade capture we'll be answering to the Captain directly!"
God be merciful, let me prove my worth...
He, and his troop, dig in spurs as they quickly approach the lumbering farmer's cart.
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I'm rollin' with the sneakery you all set; so, the alert cavalry is going to be scanning the land with a d8 + d6 (d6 provided via group roll). We'll compare result to the highest roll from the heroes--which at the time of typing is a whoppi' 10!We'll give @FlyingSucculent a sec to roll then see what the outcome is. If ya'll are spotted we'll say it happens as you make it to the platform and the waiting airship...
Oct 9, 2022 10:19 pm
Cavalry Officer
They look left and right with no sign of the Gold Coats. Yet...
Crossed the River, at the Airship Platform~
You've all made your way to the base of the switchback air-dock. Lines attached to gears lower cask after cask to the small market of tents that's sprung up round the dock. Folks haggle and barter in a cacophony of sound.
It's clear who the captain is.
Merchant Captain
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What is you next move Gold Coats? Youd all know you weren't seen crossing the bridge, but unsure how long the blocked cart will stall the guards.Oct 11, 2022 6:30 am
Sans assesses the situation. They need to talk to the Captain, for sure, but they would be visible for miles at the top of the air dock.
Putting on the hood of his cape, he makes his way to a sheltered area behind a stack of the barrels being unloaded. "Let's stay hidden as long as we can," he tells his companions.
He then signals one of the crew of the ship to approach. "My good man, we have a business proposition for your Captain, nobody wants to take off with an empty cargo if it can be helped, right?" he says. "Only thing is... we are in haste, and cannot be seen leaving. Can you gain us audience with the Captain, in private?" he offers the merchant crewman a generous tip to show he means business.
Putting on the hood of his cape, he makes his way to a sheltered area behind a stack of the barrels being unloaded. "Let's stay hidden as long as we can," he tells his companions.
He then signals one of the crew of the ship to approach. "My good man, we have a business proposition for your Captain, nobody wants to take off with an empty cargo if it can be helped, right?" he says. "Only thing is... we are in haste, and cannot be seen leaving. Can you gain us audience with the Captain, in private?" he offers the merchant crewman a generous tip to show he means business.
Oct 11, 2022 8:15 pm
Amidst the Hustling Trading Platform | Sans ~
The man squints at Sans, trying to get a look under his hood. But the draw of coin outweighs his curiosity... mostly
He is only an averagely spirited fellow--let's get a Persuasion Check +1 (accounting for the generous tips) from Sans.Breathing hard, Mathis leans on one of the barrels, in the shade of the air-dock. "Can't believe this..."
Loading Crewman
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OK, let's negate your Ugly Hinderance, as you're hidden under a cloak. But the fellow is nervous about it all...He is only an averagely spirited fellow--let's get a Persuasion Check +1 (accounting for the generous tips) from Sans.
Mathis Baumé
Oct 11, 2022 9:04 pm
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rolling from under the shelter of my hood, relying on my bribe more than on my looks!Rolls
Persuasion+1 - (1d4+1, 1d6+1, RA)
1d4+1 : (443) + 1 = 12
1d6+1 : (3) + 1 = 4
Oct 11, 2022 9:27 pm
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daaaamnnnn son! Er, san[s]!OOC:
Sorry for the litany of questions, but just to get an understanding of the current layout: The ship is actually in the air as it rappels down it's wares to the market below? We're currently in the market - aka - airdock? How far up is the ship and how would one get up there if it doesn't land? Is the ship akin to a zeppelin ala Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade or an actual wooden ship ala Spell Jammer, only with cool steampunk thrusters, etc?Last edited October 11, 2022 9:37 pm
Oct 11, 2022 10:39 pm
OOC:
Great question! I picture:(1) The ship is in the air. They rarely land on purpose.
(2) But it's tied off to multi-leveled air-dock that has a switch back stair to get to higher levels.
(3) The ship is akin to a 17th century sea-faring boat. But with fins. And a zeppelin-like balloon. And gears cranking all over the place. And cool steampunk thrusters.
(4) The ship lowers many of it's goods via gear block and tackle systems, as it can't land without powering down, and that takes a long time I imagine.
(5) Markets and warehouses are often housed at the base of the air-docks, and I picture a popup market--tents and the like--on the ground surrounding this one. Locals trying to sell their goods to the merchant ship(s).
(6) Let's say the ship is docked at the top of the dock--about 50 meters up
Oct 11, 2022 10:46 pm
To Sans ~
*Sigh* "I may get my hide chewed if ya ain't got much worth to say." He shrugs and snatches Sans' offered coin. "But it is what it is."
He hustles over to one of the ropes that's been lowered from above, yanks on it, then ascends to the upper decks and Merchant Captain.
Once arrived, he tugs the merchants sleeve, points as best he can down at Sans and the rest of the company.
The merchant squints down. He looks incredulous, but turns and slowly begins his descent down the switchback.
Mathis looks out from under the stairway, worried. "What do you plan to say Sans? What's our plan here?"
Loading Crewman
He hustles over to one of the ropes that's been lowered from above, yanks on it, then ascends to the upper decks and Merchant Captain.
Once arrived, he tugs the merchants sleeve, points as best he can down at Sans and the rest of the company.
Merchant Captain
The merchant squints down. He looks incredulous, but turns and slowly begins his descent down the switchback.
Mathis Baumé
Oct 12, 2022 9:22 pm
Sans considers their predicament. " This is a foreign ship, from H'ridt. We cannot appeal to their loyalty to the Queen, particularly as the traitor Royal Guard are at our heels, casting doubt on our veracity. It's their word against ours." He shakes his hooded head, "No... my guess is that a merchant would understand only one language: profit. So we must prepare to pay for our passage... how are our finances, comrades?"
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can we raise between us a palatable offer to whet the Merchant Ship captain's appetite? Either that, or offer our services to protect their cargo. Demonstrations of our fencing prowess freely available on demand!Oct 14, 2022 2:17 am
At the sound that they must be delving into bribery, Aloys sighs softly and reaches underneath his arm to pull out the pouch of coins that he had gotten from the driver.
"I have this. It isn't much but it is, quite honestly, nearly all I have. I was hoping to have a reward from the Baron, not be labeled a traitor." The frown is short-lived though as he smiles again at his comrades. "Oh well, back to running from the guards again, it seems. Let's make out move and bargain."
"I have this. It isn't much but it is, quite honestly, nearly all I have. I was hoping to have a reward from the Baron, not be labeled a traitor." The frown is short-lived though as he smiles again at his comrades. "Oh well, back to running from the guards again, it seems. Let's make out move and bargain."
Oct 14, 2022 6:52 am
"This is good, Aloys. Here, this is what I have. Also, I got the Captain to be summoned, but I feel convincing him would be best left to one of you: my appearance tends to... disconcert people. I mean, it disconcerts me, in the mirror..."
He steps more in the background, sitting down in the shade of the barrels with his hood up.
He steps more in the background, sitting down in the shade of the barrels with his hood up.
Oct 14, 2022 5:04 pm
"Do not fear friend, we're getting on that ship one way or another." Aloys says with a smile, making his way towards Mathis, Issac, and Elaine. He looks at his wounded comrade, lips pressed together as he examines the red, angry wound his friend still has.
"We'll give you a chance to rest soon enough, my friend. Just hold on, alright?"
"We'll give you a chance to rest soon enough, my friend. Just hold on, alright?"
Oct 14, 2022 5:42 pm
"Money is no good to us if we're jailed or dead." as Issac hands Aloys what meager coin he has left.
Oct 15, 2022 5:19 pm
The Air-Dock Stairs ~
You'd all see the captain of the vessel heading down the stair, two burly guards following him as he goes (his own guards, not of the royal variety).
In less than a minute he's stepping off the creaking planks on to the ground in front of the Gold Cloak crew.
He looks, rather suspiciously, at you musketeers--whether you be hidden in the shadows of the dock or front and center.
With no preamble, "What's this now? I'm told I you've requested a discrete audience with me. Discretion rhymes with coin, to my ear, so let's hear what you're about?"
The captain is clearly a shrewd fellow, and you can tell he'd have a spirit to match his mercantile ability--higher than average for sure.
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You'd all see the captain of the vessel heading down the stair, two burly guards following him as he goes (his own guards, not of the royal variety).
In less than a minute he's stepping off the creaking planks on to the ground in front of the Gold Cloak crew.
Merchant Captain
With no preamble, "What's this now? I'm told I you've requested a discrete audience with me. Discretion rhymes with coin, to my ear, so let's hear what you're about?"
The captain is clearly a shrewd fellow, and you can tell he'd have a spirit to match his mercantile ability--higher than average for sure.
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As a reminder: you all are hiding your affiliation? Or would he see and know you are Gold Cloaks?Oct 15, 2022 7:53 pm
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Issac stowed away his gold cloak. I'm assuming that's the only item that let's anyone know we're part of the GC crew? We didn't get visibly branded, tattooed, or sewed GC patches on our backpacks (ala the 90s)?
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Oct 16, 2022 12:38 am
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sans is wearing his cloak with its hood up, to conceal his disfigured face. Can remove it, though, if we want to go more incognitoOct 17, 2022 4:32 pm
Merchant Captain
Otherwise he waits with fake indignation for a response.
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"GC patches on our backpacks (ala the 90s)"- LOLAlso, let's roll with him seeing the cloak--the mystery thickens.
Oct 19, 2022 3:23 am
Greetings, good captain. We are in need to move quickly, my friend's cloak here showing his importance." Aloys said, distinctly trying to lie first. If they were discovered later that they were, in fact, the ones who were being hunted down, the captain could be implied as complicit. If found out too early, it was blackmail over their head. "We need you to take us, with haste, to Hrid't." Aloys produces the bag of coin, shaking it temptingly. "Yours for when we're in Hrid't. Fair?"
Rolls
Persuasion* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (62) = 8
Oct 20, 2022 12:13 am
In Conversation with the Merchant Captain | Aloys ~
He rubs his chin as he listens, suppressing a smile.
Over a barrel... he thinks.Yet... allies are made through goodwill. He eyes the purse. He eyes the party. He eyes Aloys in the eye. "Deal. Full purse when we arrive.
Merchant Captain
Over a barrel... he thinks.
OOC:
Narrating roll.Rolls
A Higher than average Spirit from years of trading - d10 v 8 - (1d8, RA)
(1) = 1
Oct 20, 2022 12:20 am
Cavalry Officer
"Make WAY you time-blasted fools! Make way!" He and his men shove their way through, walking now, searching frantically, market stall after market stall.
Merchant Captain
He turns and hustles up the stairs shouting to his crew--"Up and at it crew. We're in the air NOW!"
Oct 20, 2022 12:20 am
OOC:
Who's ready for a dramatic task?!And oh yeah, Sans take a bennie for your face keeping you from engaging.
Oct 20, 2022 3:31 pm
Issac mimics the merchant captain's enthusiasm, "Everyone, we have to go! NOW!" as he hears the guards encroaching. He bolts as quickly as one can while assisting the injured Mathis, "Haste is of the essence, chum!"
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dramatic task is a go!Oct 20, 2022 5:26 pm
Sans follows the Captain in haste, keeping the hood up for concealment, so not to give the man any excuse to change his mind.
He pats Aloys' back in gratitude for securing the deal.
He pats Aloys' back in gratitude for securing the deal.
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my dice are ready too! Last edited October 20, 2022 5:27 pm
Oct 20, 2022 9:22 pm
The Airship Market | Trouble Erupts
Mathis winces as Issac helps him--rushes him--up the stairs. "I should have--OW--stayed in bed. I knew it..."
Down in the market, a sharp-eyed rifleman looks up in surprise and grabs his captains coat sleeve.
"Sir! On the stairs! There!"
The captain's eyes widen. "Good spotting man!"
He shouts to be heard over the noise of the market. "Up men! Do not let those dogs get away!"
On the heels of the officer's shouts gearlock rifles whir and spark, sending musket balls slamming into the air-dock stairs!
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Mathis Baumé
Down in the market, a sharp-eyed rifleman looks up in surprise and grabs his captains coat sleeve.
Rifleman
Cavalry Officer
He shouts to be heard over the noise of the market. "Up men! Do not let those dogs get away!"
On the heels of the officer's shouts gearlock rifles whir and spark, sending musket balls slamming into the air-dock stairs!
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OOC:
2 Rounds | 7 Success Needed: the stakes...your escape! First Round Order is as Follows:[ +- ] Aloys is First
[ +- ] Issac is SECOND
[ +- ] Sans is THIRD
Oct 21, 2022 2:05 am
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I'm assuming we haven't reset our bennies yet, as this is still the same "game session"?Oct 21, 2022 6:04 pm
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Oof. Two rounds and seven successes needed with no bennies? I'm sure it'll go great lol.Rolls
Notice* - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (5) = 5
Oct 21, 2022 6:12 pm
Looking at possible bottlenecks, Sans spots a large stack of heavy barrels resting on their sides tied with a rope.
Now those would make quite an obstacle, were they to accidentally roll towards the guards... he thinks.
Without thinking twice, he springs into action, unsheathing the Judge, his trusted rapier. He climbs and leaps towards the top of the stack of barrels, his gold cloak fluttering behind him like the wings of a crazed butterfly!
Once at the top, he will sever the rope with a firm slash of his rapier.
Now those would make quite an obstacle, were they to accidentally roll towards the guards... he thinks.
Without thinking twice, he springs into action, unsheathing the Judge, his trusted rapier. He climbs and leaps towards the top of the stack of barrels, his gold cloak fluttering behind him like the wings of a crazed butterfly!
Once at the top, he will sever the rope with a firm slash of his rapier.
OOC:
(that's the plan, anyway! rolling Agility)Rolls
Agility - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (6) = 6
1d6 : (1) = 1
Oct 22, 2022 3:19 am
"Ha! I knew this would come in handy!" Issac shouts to no one in particular, as he hastily grabs the bottle of remaining liquor he took from the inn, stuffs some cloth in the bottle's opening, and lights it. He ponders throwing it at the guards but brushes that thought away and looks for a spot on the staircase that would catch quickest, hoping to cause a blockade of fire and smoke.
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not sure if I would technically need a notice roll for this, as well as athletics for throwing it, but if not, athletics is the main stat for this token. Also, if this molotov cocktail is considered an improvised weapon, feel free to add a -2 ... We're so screwed lolRolls
Athletics* - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (3) = 3
Oct 22, 2022 5:56 pm
ctme2000 says:
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I'm assuming we haven't reset our bennies yet, as this is still the same "game session"?OOC:
This is the last scene of the session!Oct 22, 2022 6:12 pm
Round 1 Summary ~
Shoppers and merchants are shoved aside by the on foot cavalry guards. They swarm the air-dock, some taking knees and shooting up at the escaping Musketeers, and some chasing up the stairs with swords drawn.
A clump of guards are stopped in their tracks as the landing they've just hit BURSTs in to flames following the crash of a bottle.
The leading guard ignites and with an "AAAAaaaaaHHH!" pitches over the rail to the ground below.
"Push through it fools!" he cries as he bravely leads the flames...
...only to have a barrel smash into his knees toppling him over.
"Do NOT let them get awa--!"
His shout is cut off as on of the sacks of cornmeal Aloy's slashed falls on his shoulder taking him to the deck.
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Round Two 3/7 Success ~
1. Issac
2. Sans
3. Aloys
The guardsmen continue to pour up the switchback, though impeded by the burning, falling, and rolling debris! Still...they are determined and are climbing the stairs like ants disturbed from their hill.
"Cast off lads! Time to be in the air!" Shouts the captain as his boots hit the deck and he hurries toward the wheel at the steer.
Shoppers and merchants are shoved aside by the on foot cavalry guards. They swarm the air-dock, some taking knees and shooting up at the escaping Musketeers, and some chasing up the stairs with swords drawn.
Pursuing Guard
The leading guard ignites and with an "AAAAaaaaaHHH!" pitches over the rail to the ground below.
Rifleman
...only to have a barrel smash into his knees toppling him over.
Cavalry Officer
His shout is cut off as on of the sacks of cornmeal Aloy's slashed falls on his shoulder taking him to the deck.
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Round Two 3/7 Success ~
OOC:
Order is as follows:1. Issac
2. Sans
3. Aloys
Merchant Captain
Oct 24, 2022 1:50 am
Isaac's eyes widen as the lead guard catches aflame and goes overboard. "My error!" he shouts down at their pursuers.
Seeing the guards persistence, he thinks for a moment, we need to take the whole blasted thing down. He does a quick survey of the how the dock is tied to the ship, and grins almost madly when the idea comes to him, that'll do it.
"Lads and lassies!" yelling to make sure all his companions hear him, "Hold on tightly, lest ye meet the Clockmaker!". He pulls out his rapier, curls his forearm tightly against one of the ropes anchoring the dock to the ship, and cuts that same rope, hoping to at least unbalance the staircase or at worst cause the whole thing to come crashing down!
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Seeing the guards persistence, he thinks for a moment, we need to take the whole blasted thing down. He does a quick survey of the how the dock is tied to the ship, and grins almost madly when the idea comes to him, that'll do it.
"Lads and lassies!" yelling to make sure all his companions hear him, "Hold on tightly, lest ye meet the Clockmaker!". He pulls out his rapier, curls his forearm tightly against one of the ropes anchoring the dock to the ship, and cuts that same rope, hoping to at least unbalance the staircase or at worst cause the whole thing to come crashing down!
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essentially I'm trying something similar to what Indy did at the end of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, when he cut the rope bridge.Rolls
Fighting - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (6) = 6
1d6 : (5) = 5
Oct 24, 2022 7:53 am
Sans reaches the deck of the airship and looks down at the remaining pursuers.
Damn it, these guys are not giving up. They must really fear their superiors' punishment... Maybe I can exploit that...
He leans down and bellows in their direction at the top of his lungs.
"Is that the best the famous Queen's Guards can do? And is their honour so cheap, that any Traitor can buy it for a handful of coins?! Your employer better pay you VERY well, traitors, as I'm sure the Queen will spare no expense to get you lot hanged from her battlements!! "
Damn it, these guys are not giving up. They must really fear their superiors' punishment... Maybe I can exploit that...
He leans down and bellows in their direction at the top of his lungs.
"Is that the best the famous Queen's Guards can do? And is their honour so cheap, that any Traitor can buy it for a handful of coins?! Your employer better pay you VERY well, traitors, as I'm sure the Queen will spare no expense to get you lot hanged from her battlements!! "
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Rolls
Taunt - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (663) = 15
1d6 : (1) = 1
Oct 24, 2022 9:43 pm
The NOW Rickety Staircase ~
Issac, as you cut the ship free from its mooring you cause its release to go too fast thus setting the air-dock to sway dangerously!
The timber groans and ropes creak.
Sans, your taunt of discouragement stops the guards cold... several quizzical looks shared between the guards speaks to many of them, perhaps, being in the dark as to what is actually happening here.
Climbing back to his feet, "Don't listen to him! Climb you fools!"
But it's too late as their hesitation gave Issac the time needed to cut the last few lines needed to cause the stair to lean dangerously out into space.
"Climb aboard! Fast!" The captain calls out to the Gold Cloaks!
ALOYS make an Athletics roll +2 (bump from the extra raise Sans got) to see if you can make it aboard safely as well!
Issac, as you cut the ship free from its mooring you cause its release to go too fast thus setting the air-dock to sway dangerously!
The timber groans and ropes creak.
Sans, your taunt of discouragement stops the guards cold... several quizzical looks shared between the guards speaks to many of them, perhaps, being in the dark as to what is actually happening here.
Cavalry Officer
But it's too late as their hesitation gave Issac the time needed to cut the last few lines needed to cause the stair to lean dangerously out into space.
Merchant Captain
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Let's say with the mighty successes we have here, two of you all are already set to jump on. ALOYS make an Athletics roll +2 (bump from the extra raise Sans got) to see if you can make it aboard safely as well!
Oct 26, 2022 1:02 am
Aloys was a proper thief, scaling the sides of buildings and running amok in the alleyways of towns. Snagging a rope, he jumps off and kicks the unsteady stairway, aiming to give those stairs the last bit of encouragement to go toppling downwards. The momentum carries him to the netting of the airship where he grabs hold, laughing wildly all the while.
"Let it be known that this isn't the last of us! Whoever pulls your strings, this unseen mastermind, will be knocked down. We are the Goldcloaks, the true agents of the Queen, and we fear no man, no woman, no death!"
"Let it be known that this isn't the last of us! Whoever pulls your strings, this unseen mastermind, will be knocked down. We are the Goldcloaks, the true agents of the Queen, and we fear no man, no woman, no death!"
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Rolls
Athletics* - (1d6+2, 1d6+2, RA)
1d6+2 : (62) + 2 = 10
1d6+2 : (4) + 2 = 6
Oct 26, 2022 4:30 pm
Swashbuckling at the Air-Dock ~
After Aloys boots hit the stair and he swings off, a groan like no groan heard before fills the afternoon.
The folk of the market who had stopped to watch the remarkable scene shake out of their stupor and run clear, more in excitement than fear.
With a crash the air-dock slams to the grass, toppling cavalry guards every which way.
The Cavalry Officer shakes his fist at the airship as it pulls away off in to the sky.
The wind blows, the sails flutter, and the ropes creak. The River and the grass below you begin to move at incredible speed.
The captain pops his pipe in his mouth and stomps across the deck toward the party.
"Well Royal Musketeers, welcome aboard the Golden Fortune--a fortuitous name, eh?"
Go ahead and reset bennies and Advance! We can pick back up here when folks are all advanced up and ready to roll.
After Aloys boots hit the stair and he swings off, a groan like no groan heard before fills the afternoon.
The folk of the market who had stopped to watch the remarkable scene shake out of their stupor and run clear, more in excitement than fear.
With a crash the air-dock slams to the grass, toppling cavalry guards every which way.
Cavalry Officer
The wind blows, the sails flutter, and the ropes creak. The River and the grass below you begin to move at incredible speed.
Merchant Captain
"Well Royal Musketeers, welcome aboard the Golden Fortune--a fortuitous name, eh?"
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And the session ends with a crash!Go ahead and reset bennies and Advance! We can pick back up here when folks are all advanced up and ready to roll.
Oct 26, 2022 7:43 pm
Lovely hero scene! Well done also to our film director for the great flavour of the story.
Nov 1, 2022 9:12 am
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for this advance Sans increases 2 skills that are lower than their associated attribute (Agility d8):-Athletics goes from d6 to d8
-Stealth goes from d6 to d8
Ready when you are, Musketeers!
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Nov 2, 2022 3:39 am
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I should prob do the sensible thing and up my skills too, or an attribute, but dangit, I really enjoy the flavor of Free Runner. Who knows if mechanically it'll be very useful in a PbP game, but challenge accepted lolOOC:
And with that, ready to go too!Nov 2, 2022 7:26 pm
Flying Through the Skies of the Royal Duchy ~
The Golden Fortune speeds north and west over the heartland grasses, distance peaks afire with sunlight. Farms, fields, villages slide by. The sails flap, the ropes creak, and the tidal engine hums with an otherworldly sound.
The watch has just been called, and crew members crowd the galley chatting loudly while eating from tin plates. The majority of the crew has treated the excitement at the air-dock, and the new passengers with a surprising amount of ambivalence.
Where do we see our heroes, now that we are several hours out from the air-dock.
The Golden Fortune speeds north and west over the heartland grasses, distance peaks afire with sunlight. Farms, fields, villages slide by. The sails flap, the ropes creak, and the tidal engine hums with an otherworldly sound.
The watch has just been called, and crew members crowd the galley chatting loudly while eating from tin plates. The majority of the crew has treated the excitement at the air-dock, and the new passengers with a surprising amount of ambivalence.
Where do we see our heroes, now that we are several hours out from the air-dock.
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For an extra benny, partake in an interlude! Feel free to draw, or pick an interlude suggestion from the core SWADE, or any other source. Let's see some introspection or interaction! That shall be our opening, so don't stand on ceremony and feel free to post when ya got something.Nov 5, 2022 11:35 am
Sans queues for the meal distribution, joining the back of the line to give the crew priority. The looks he and his companions are receiving from crewmen suggest to keep a low profile to avoid unpleasant situations. Their capes - and the recognition of the Captain - tag them as personages of import, yet... their boarding was not exactly official, and after all the Queen's Guard were after them.
These people must think we have fallen from grace, they might not believe in the narrative that we are the loyal ones, and the Guard are the traitors... he thinks. Then again, our beloved Queen Isbel is not their queen, and they might not care.
Once he gets his tin plate with a portion of the chow on offer, he looks for a quiet spot to sit with his companions. He is relieved to see Mathis has received medical cares, and is now resting on a hammock on the deck.
The warm stew is chewy, but flavorsome. His mind is cast back to the Monastery of the Acolytes of the Clockmaker, that was his home in the long months of his convalescence...
Brother Cuthbert enters the spartan alcove, and steps to my bedside. He is wearing the sable-coloured simple gown of the Acolytes, the humble metal chain with the Cogs pendant catching the candlelight, hood up at it is their custom.
"Eat, brother without a face. The Maker smiles upon you, and His celestial mechanisms are in motion for your face to heal," he says in his softly spoken tone.
He sits patiently at my bedside, and helps me eat, feeding me with a tin spoon. It is some stew, strongly spiced with Hyssop, one of the curing herbs the Acolytes fund their Medicine upon.
When he hears me groaning in pain and discomfort, the recently stitched gashes on my face pulling painfully with each mouthful, he tries to sooth me.
"Do not despair, brother. All will be healed. These wounds first, very soon. The other scars - those of your soul - will take longer, but the Clockmaker in His wisdom has certainly already set in motion the intricate mechanics that will lead to your healing. We are all but wheels in His incommensurably complex design... but He takes care of each wheel, down to the smallest cog, my friend."
"You... are too good to me... why didn't you simply... leave me to bleed to death in the gutter... I am a burden of no use..."
"That is not the way of the Maker... He teaches us to care for each Wheel of the celestial machinery, and you my friend, are one. No wheel, no matter how small, is of no use. But now rest, do not torment your spirit..."
The torpor makes my eyelids heavy. The soothing meal feels good inside of me...
"You are one lucky bastard, Sans Visage, he thinks taking another spoonful of the crew meal. He thinks that every waking moment, nowadays.
These people must think we have fallen from grace, they might not believe in the narrative that we are the loyal ones, and the Guard are the traitors... he thinks. Then again, our beloved Queen Isbel is not their queen, and they might not care.
Once he gets his tin plate with a portion of the chow on offer, he looks for a quiet spot to sit with his companions. He is relieved to see Mathis has received medical cares, and is now resting on a hammock on the deck.
The warm stew is chewy, but flavorsome. His mind is cast back to the Monastery of the Acolytes of the Clockmaker, that was his home in the long months of his convalescence...
[ +- ] ...
Brother Cuthbert enters the spartan alcove, and steps to my bedside. He is wearing the sable-coloured simple gown of the Acolytes, the humble metal chain with the Cogs pendant catching the candlelight, hood up at it is their custom.
Cuthbert
He sits patiently at my bedside, and helps me eat, feeding me with a tin spoon. It is some stew, strongly spiced with Hyssop, one of the curing herbs the Acolytes fund their Medicine upon.
When he hears me groaning in pain and discomfort, the recently stitched gashes on my face pulling painfully with each mouthful, he tries to sooth me.
"Do not despair, brother. All will be healed. These wounds first, very soon. The other scars - those of your soul - will take longer, but the Clockmaker in His wisdom has certainly already set in motion the intricate mechanics that will lead to your healing. We are all but wheels in His incommensurably complex design... but He takes care of each wheel, down to the smallest cog, my friend."
Sans Visage
Cuthbert
Sans Visage
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Nov 6, 2022 6:00 pm
OOC:
I drew the 2 of Diamond. That gives us the options of...- Downtime: The character studies or works on an object of some sort. What is it?
- Backstory: Something your hero wants or already has. It might be a material possession, recognition, a political goal, or even a trip he wishes to take to some amazing destination.
- Trek: How the group found something that helped them along the way, such as an oasis, minor treasure, ammo, food, friendly locals, etc.
I'll be going with Backstory!
"Back to the gutter again, it seems, friend." Aloys thinks softly to himself. He had been a pickpocket and a burglar before he was brought into the service to the Queen, a starving man who tired of playing by society's rules where the weak and unprivileged starved while the powerful ate themselves to an early grave. When he was brought into the most honorable of services, he realized he had a chance to help change things to a better. A more equal land, where men and women weren't forced to choose to starve and be honest or survive and become criminals. He would never have to see another mother starve so a child could eat, another noble pass by the wretched and not see them. It would take time, it would take patience, and the Clockmaker's good graces to change the world, but he had the chance to do so now.
"Now you just need to survive." The thought lingered in his head and a smirk spread across his face as he looked to his left. On the streets, he was alone and could not trust others. Within the ranks of the Goldcloaks, he had found brothers and sisters regardless of caste, service, or appearance. They had a purpose to change things to the better and he'd be damned if he would survive being a criminal just to be die being falsely claimed as one.
"So, my friends, what is our plan? We need to pool what we all know and make our choices from there. We'll need allies as well, if we can find them." Aloys said, frowning at the thought of it. Who knew how deep the poison was now spreading.
Nov 7, 2022 3:35 am
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Drew a Queen of Spades, from the core book. I'll go with Downtime - Quiet ContemplationQuickly finishing his meal, Issac excuses himself from the galley and hurries outside to the main deck. Taking in a few deep breaths, he looks up and grins. none fresher than that he thinks, quickly and confidently climbing up the high mast and into the crow's nest. The view below was stunning, as they flew by fields of green and gold, homes of all sizes and makes, and the bluest of rivers. He felt giddy, with the wind buffeting his face. He had done highwire work in his performances but this was quite different. As Issac gazed around, another bout of pain hit him, stronger this time, enough to make him woozy. Gripping his hands tightly on the handle bar, he counted to ten before it went away, longer this time
The pain started a few weeks ago, a moment here, a split second there. Luckily, so far not in the presence of his Gold Coat companions. If they knew, he might get removed from their employ, and the best chance of finding his sister would be gone. Issac wasn't much for praying, but at times like these, it was worth a shot, Father of Clocks, I don't know if you're willing to listen to me, but give me the strength and willpower to make it through whatever obstacles are placed in my way, and let me find my sister, alive and well. Agear.
He quickly scampers back down the mast, hoping an attack doesn't disable him along the way. Once down, he makes his way back to the galley, and his companions. Pointing to where the latrines are, "My apologies mates, do *not* go in there."
Nov 7, 2022 5:52 pm
Golden Fortune's Galley | The Party ~
The clanks, thunks, and murmurs of the galley mask the party's conversation. You sit at your own, big scarred and stained table.
Her aristocratic sensibilities pushed, Elaine blushes slightly at Issac's comment. "Issac, please..."
Unaware of her friends distress, she changes the subject.
"I agree with Aloys. What do we know, and where do we go?"
She then reminds everyone of what she's learned or suspects.
One, Baron Regnard was part of a "fake" kidnapping scheme.
Two, the scheme was setup, in part, by Count Robert Dimont.
Three, there is a rebellious labour group involved.
And four, Capitaine Adélie Alarie has a stake in the game.
Mathis slurps his stew. "I still can't believe the Captain would do this... Why?!" He shakes his head, open to hear from the others.
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The clanks, thunks, and murmurs of the galley mask the party's conversation. You sit at your own, big scarred and stained table.
Elaine
Unaware of her friends distress, she changes the subject.
"I agree with Aloys. What do we know, and where do we go?"
She then reminds everyone of what she's learned or suspects.
One, Baron Regnard was part of a "fake" kidnapping scheme.
Two, the scheme was setup, in part, by Count Robert Dimont.
Three, there is a rebellious labour group involved.
And four, Capitaine Adélie Alarie has a stake in the game.
Mathis Baumé
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[ +- ] Count Robert Dimont
[ +- ] Count's Lands in Blue | Ship in Red
Nov 7, 2022 11:02 pm
Sans sighs and looks at the wounded companion.
"I'm afraid the logbook Elaine found back at the Inn, speaks clearly. Our Captain Alarie was on the payroll of the conspirators. The designation the marked Cap, refers to her pretty scar, no doubt. This is tough for us all to digest, Mathis. But she is a traitor," he says gravely.
"The Baron was on a mission to pay in gold a list of collaborators, among which our Capitaine. He also mentioned a woman, the leader of a laborers' guild. From the initials on the logbook, this could be Nicole Moreau of the Dyers' Guild. The Baron visited her in a town called Wichop Crossroads. They had an appointment at an inn, the Sweet Witch."
"So I think our options are... following the Guild trail in Wichop Crossroads..." he looks a Elaine, "...or going in the enemy's very lair... to Count Dimont's lands, where he least expects some Gold Coats to go..."
"I'm afraid the logbook Elaine found back at the Inn, speaks clearly. Our Captain Alarie was on the payroll of the conspirators. The designation the marked Cap, refers to her pretty scar, no doubt. This is tough for us all to digest, Mathis. But she is a traitor," he says gravely.
"The Baron was on a mission to pay in gold a list of collaborators, among which our Capitaine. He also mentioned a woman, the leader of a laborers' guild. From the initials on the logbook, this could be Nicole Moreau of the Dyers' Guild. The Baron visited her in a town called Wichop Crossroads. They had an appointment at an inn, the Sweet Witch."
"So I think our options are... following the Guild trail in Wichop Crossroads..." he looks a Elaine, "...or going in the enemy's very lair... to Count Dimont's lands, where he least expects some Gold Coats to go..."
Nov 8, 2022 7:28 am
"It seems that our luck in women continues to be foul, my friend." Aloys says with a weak smile, gently nudging Mathis with his good arm. His shoulder still ached from the wound he had taken from the guard's blade; not nearly as serious of a wound but one that would impact his swordplay the best.
"My choice is following the Guild's trail. I do not think we have enough to abscond with a Count. The aristocracy will be in an uproar in regards to the calls of treason. If we take him, we must make sure it sticks or it shall be our heads." Aloys adds, knowing very well how the court system and the court of the public could be used for them and against them. "We also need to learn if we are considered traitors across the entirety of the Queen's land or just there. If they keep it quiet, that means they do not have the influence to rally the true weight of the bureaucratic force against us. If they can, that does not bode well."
"We do have a lead. A tip from a good man will lead us to a woman by the name of Julia Sardou. We tell her that 'a broken clock is right twice a day, except on Faire Days' and she'll know that her cousin sent us. She has her fingers in the guilds and can give us our first leads. Aloys said, remember Jean-Pierre's words of wisdom. "We may need to disguise ourselves again; not sure how quickly information will spread. Maybe masks or something to conceal our identities as we work against our hidden foes? I read about someone doing that once in a book!"
"My choice is following the Guild's trail. I do not think we have enough to abscond with a Count. The aristocracy will be in an uproar in regards to the calls of treason. If we take him, we must make sure it sticks or it shall be our heads." Aloys adds, knowing very well how the court system and the court of the public could be used for them and against them. "We also need to learn if we are considered traitors across the entirety of the Queen's land or just there. If they keep it quiet, that means they do not have the influence to rally the true weight of the bureaucratic force against us. If they can, that does not bode well."
"We do have a lead. A tip from a good man will lead us to a woman by the name of Julia Sardou. We tell her that 'a broken clock is right twice a day, except on Faire Days' and she'll know that her cousin sent us. She has her fingers in the guilds and can give us our first leads. Aloys said, remember Jean-Pierre's words of wisdom. "We may need to disguise ourselves again; not sure how quickly information will spread. Maybe masks or something to conceal our identities as we work against our hidden foes? I read about someone doing that once in a book!"
Nov 10, 2022 5:03 am
Hearing the options available, Issac smiles and shouts "Cry chaos!, and let loose the coats of gold!". With a more somber tone, looking at Sans "I like your clandestine approach, but we need more information. If we're going to hang, let's make sure to take the traitors, and all involved, down with us.
Looking over to Aloys, "In regards to altering our appearance, I may be able to call in some favors with various theatre troupes."
Looking over to Aloys, "In regards to altering our appearance, I may be able to call in some favors with various theatre troupes."
Nov 10, 2022 6:25 pm
He nods slowly at their words.
"You are both right, and are both wiser than I... I need to keep my outrage in check, lest we make some grave mistake. We need to face the Count when we're good and ready. When we can nail him with irrefutable evidence of his treason. Then... he will pay for all this." he says, somber.
He sighs at the mention of changing appearances, "You will need some powder and a wig, my friends... me.... I will need a mask. No theatrical miracle can conceal... this."
"I made another ally during my escape... an ingenious woman: Lise Delafose, Tinkerer of the Academy. Temporarily to be found at the Royal Observatory. Perhaps she could help us... her talent with mechanical things was most impressing."
"You are both right, and are both wiser than I... I need to keep my outrage in check, lest we make some grave mistake. We need to face the Count when we're good and ready. When we can nail him with irrefutable evidence of his treason. Then... he will pay for all this." he says, somber.
He sighs at the mention of changing appearances, "You will need some powder and a wig, my friends... me.... I will need a mask. No theatrical miracle can conceal... this."
"I made another ally during my escape... an ingenious woman: Lise Delafose, Tinkerer of the Academy. Temporarily to be found at the Royal Observatory. Perhaps she could help us... her talent with mechanical things was most impressing."
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do we know the Golden Fortune's current destination?Nov 10, 2022 9:37 pm
The Golden Fortune's Galley | The Party ~
Pushing through the small crowd of sailors huddled about the room, the ship's first mate approaches your table, places her fists on the table and says, "Captain is lookin' to have a chat, in his quarters. Somethin' about payment due."
She stands up straight, turns and says over her shoulder. "Don't keep him waiting; eh?"
She's one of the few on the crew who seems annoyed by your presence.
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do we know the Golden Fortune's current destination?OOC:
You may be about to find out!The First Mate
She stands up straight, turns and says over her shoulder. "Don't keep him waiting; eh?"
She's one of the few on the crew who seems annoyed by your presence.
Nov 11, 2022 10:14 pm
Sans looks at the others, whispering "well, I can understand she dislikes my face... but you pretty boys and girls?"
He gestures to lead the way, "after you, Cloaks"
He gestures to lead the way, "after you, Cloaks"
Nov 13, 2022 11:12 pm
Issac nods at Sans, then looks at the first mate, "Mind if I ask my dear, why you seem so annoyed by us? Not a fan of the colors?"
Nov 15, 2022 12:20 am
Stomping Down the Deck Toward the Captain's Cabin | The Party~
She sneers at Issac's question as you all walk past bustling crew tying of lines and singing in rhythm.
She answers him. "I dont care a whit one way or another about you and your allegiances. But I do care about bringing trouble aboard. And you lot are trouble."
She knocks on the Captain's door and you hear a heavy...
..."Enter," shouted in response.
She looks at the party. She sneers, "any other questions?" Otherwise she steps aside to allow you to enter.
The First Mate
She answers him. "I dont care a whit one way or another about you and your allegiances. But I do care about bringing trouble aboard. And you lot are trouble."
She knocks on the Captain's door and you hear a heavy...
Merchant Captain
The First Mate
Nov 16, 2022 9:07 am
"Trouble? We will try our best not to be..." he murmurs to the First Mate, entering the Captain's room with the others.
Once inside, Sans stands on the side, nodding a greeting to the Merchant Captain. He leaves room for the others, letting Aloys (who secured their passage) do the talking.
Once inside, Sans stands on the side, nodding a greeting to the Merchant Captain. He leaves room for the others, letting Aloys (who secured their passage) do the talking.
Nov 16, 2022 8:43 pm
The Captain's Quarters | The Party ~
The captain leans on a heavy, built in table, ostensibly study maps of The Duchies. Behind him, the landscape rolls by below and big, fluffy clouds sail past overhead.
He looks up when you enter. "I'm Nico Garafalo. Captain of this lovely ship."
"Now I believe we talked payment on 'delivery.' And where might that be exactly?"
He takes up a pipe, thumbs it full of tobac' and lights it off a taper while he waits for the answer.
The captain leans on a heavy, built in table, ostensibly study maps of The Duchies. Behind him, the landscape rolls by below and big, fluffy clouds sail past overhead.
Nico Garafalo
"Now I believe we talked payment on 'delivery.' And where might that be exactly?"
He takes up a pipe, thumbs it full of tobac' and lights it off a taper while he waits for the answer.
Nov 18, 2022 7:53 pm
Sans looks around after the awkward pause. He was expecting his companions to say something.
He clears his throat, "ahem... Captain, we first and foremost would like to thank you for welcoming us on this handsome ship. She is a true marvel, and it is clear that you pride yourself on keeping Her in top shape," he says, pausing to let the compliments sink in.
"My fellow companions and I were just discussing this matter, this audience comes at a most convenient time. What is the current destination of the Golden Fortune, may I ask?"
He clears his throat, "ahem... Captain, we first and foremost would like to thank you for welcoming us on this handsome ship. She is a true marvel, and it is clear that you pride yourself on keeping Her in top shape," he says, pausing to let the compliments sink in.
"My fellow companions and I were just discussing this matter, this audience comes at a most convenient time. What is the current destination of the Golden Fortune, may I ask?"
Nov 19, 2022 3:38 am
The Captain's Cabin ~
He watches Sans with hooded eyes--tobacco crinkling as he slowly sucks.
He responds. "We were set to continue south, to the capital. But that was before," he looks from Gold Coat to Gold Coat with hunger in his eyes, "opportunity arrived at the dock."
*Puff*, *crinkle*, *puff*.
"Look, I'm an honest fellow. I set sail for the coin you flashed, aye. But, favor is what I prefer to trade in. And what my cost is for my continued help."
"So where do you need to go?"
Nico Garafalo
He responds. "We were set to continue south, to the capital. But that was before," he looks from Gold Coat to Gold Coat with hunger in his eyes, "opportunity arrived at the dock."
*Puff*, *crinkle*, *puff*.
"Look, I'm an honest fellow. I set sail for the coin you flashed, aye. But, favor is what I prefer to trade in. And what my cost is for my continued help."
"So where do you need to go?"
Nov 19, 2022 9:10 am
OOC:
We haven't come to a destination. Excluding the Count domain, the choices are:1-Guild contact Julia Sardou (where is she?)
2-Guild suspect Nicole Moreau in Wichop Crossroads
3-Royal Observatory to see the Tinkerer ally
4-theatre contacts to help disguising (where are they?)
Where to, @KingHotTrash,@ctme2000?
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Nov 21, 2022 2:21 am
Aloys smiled at the man as they entered in, though the thief was not used to being the one talking to folks. When Sans speaks up, Aloys clears his throat and joins in stepping alongside the man. The captain seemed to be a more trustworthy sort than his first mate and when he asked for a favor in return for his help, the smaller man would nod softly.
"We appreciate your loyalty then, captain. I believe that we are looking to make our dropoff at Wichop Crossroads. Maybe even somewhere outside of town so we are not thought to be heading there." He reaches down and puts down the bag of coin that he had collected from the driver, nodding to the man. "I do wonder though, your first mate seems to dislike us greatly. Is she trustworthy to not talk about us?"
"We appreciate your loyalty then, captain. I believe that we are looking to make our dropoff at Wichop Crossroads. Maybe even somewhere outside of town so we are not thought to be heading there." He reaches down and puts down the bag of coin that he had collected from the driver, nodding to the man. "I do wonder though, your first mate seems to dislike us greatly. Is she trustworthy to not talk about us?"
Nov 21, 2022 5:17 am
Issac nods at the mention by Aloys of Wichop Crossroads being their next location our best bet at getting the next piece to this puzzle
At Aloy's question to the Captain about the first mate, "Be honest Captain, is it about the Gold Coat colors?" with a slight smile on his face.
At Aloy's question to the Captain about the first mate, "Be honest Captain, is it about the Gold Coat colors?" with a slight smile on his face.
Nov 22, 2022 10:31 pm
Sans observes the Captain's reaction to his companions' candid questions, to try and glean some clues to gain some measure of the man.
Rolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (4) = 4
1d6 : (4) = 4
Nov 23, 2022 12:48 am
Captain's Cabin / Aloys & Issac ~
He strokes his beard as he listens, blue smoke swirling round his face.
He nods when you both conclude and answers. "I know a place we can tie down, far enough away from any town centers that no one will see you disembark." He puffs his pipe and answers Aloys' other question. "As to my first mate... I trust her with my life. She sometimes bristles at my penchant to smuggle and skirt the law." He shrugs.
And to Issac, "But I don't know her to be a political person. I think she just fears you lot will get us in hot water."
Sans (Success)~
You're absolutely certain that the captain speaks the truth. The twinkle in his eye speaks, perhaps, to a bit of excitement at this cloak and dagger mission.
He pops his pipe stem back in his mouth. "So! I'll tie down in an old smugglers clearing in a woodland a few hours walk from The Crossroads."
"And I assume you'd prefer me to remain handy, should you need to make a quick escape? Your coin certainly buys it, but your friendship is the real profit! Tell me... do I want to know what you lot are about? Or is it best I don't know details?"
Nico Garafalo
He nods when you both conclude and answers. "I know a place we can tie down, far enough away from any town centers that no one will see you disembark." He puffs his pipe and answers Aloys' other question. "As to my first mate... I trust her with my life. She sometimes bristles at my penchant to smuggle and skirt the law." He shrugs.
And to Issac, "But I don't know her to be a political person. I think she just fears you lot will get us in hot water."
Sans (Success)~
You're absolutely certain that the captain speaks the truth. The twinkle in his eye speaks, perhaps, to a bit of excitement at this cloak and dagger mission.
Nico Garafalo
"And I assume you'd prefer me to remain handy, should you need to make a quick escape? Your coin certainly buys it, but your friendship is the real profit! Tell me... do I want to know what you lot are about? Or is it best I don't know details?"
Nov 26, 2022 11:28 am
Sans is surprised seeing that Captain Nico is so earnestly offering his help, to the point of changing the destination of his ship and offering to hang around in return for a nebulous reward.
In normal circumstances, he would explain this as respect for their golden coats and their royal mandate. But with a major conspiracy seeming to stem from the very royal ranks they are sworn to protect, he is not sure.
There is a twinkle in the man's eye that tells of an adventurous spirit, someone who enjoys the thrill of the unknown. Adventure for adventure's sake. Could that be sufficient motivation for the air veteran?
Better play it safe, he thinks.
"Tyeing down near the Crossroads would suit us perfectly, Captain. As to what you might want to know about the nature of our mission... there are dangerous implications, for now. We do not want to expose you and your crew to further trouble. Your kindness and availability are certainly much appreciated, Sir."
He looks around at his companions, then adds, "we also do not want to force your ship to a halt, although your offer is very tempting. Perhaps we could ask you to wait at the landing spot for two days, and sail off after that, should we fail to show?"
In normal circumstances, he would explain this as respect for their golden coats and their royal mandate. But with a major conspiracy seeming to stem from the very royal ranks they are sworn to protect, he is not sure.
There is a twinkle in the man's eye that tells of an adventurous spirit, someone who enjoys the thrill of the unknown. Adventure for adventure's sake. Could that be sufficient motivation for the air veteran?
Better play it safe, he thinks.
"Tyeing down near the Crossroads would suit us perfectly, Captain. As to what you might want to know about the nature of our mission... there are dangerous implications, for now. We do not want to expose you and your crew to further trouble. Your kindness and availability are certainly much appreciated, Sir."
He looks around at his companions, then adds, "we also do not want to force your ship to a halt, although your offer is very tempting. Perhaps we could ask you to wait at the landing spot for two days, and sail off after that, should we fail to show?"
Nov 26, 2022 8:10 pm
Captain's Cabin, The Golden Fortune ~
Captain Nico nods in satisfaction. "Aye. We'll wait 2 days, and set sail if you've not returned."
His twinkle again. "Just remeber who helped you, one day in the future, should a request for a favor reach your ear." He shrugs pleasantly. "Tis all I ask."
Early Evening, a Few Miles South East of the Crossroads ~
It's not long before The Golden Fortune sails over a small wooded valley. Crew members scramble about, tying off lines, and cranking levers.
The ship lowers to just above the forest, where brave sailors swing on hemp ropes from ship to swaying trees below. They hurriedly tie off and the vessel is cranked lower and lower into a clearing.
The Gold Coats are given a rope ladder to climb down, and soon enough you find yourselves walking away from the hidden ship, through the trees, toward the town of Witchop Crossroads.
What do we see as the party makes their way forward? How do they approach the next scene, and what is the setup?!
Nico Garafalo
His twinkle again. "Just remeber who helped you, one day in the future, should a request for a favor reach your ear." He shrugs pleasantly. "Tis all I ask."
Early Evening, a Few Miles South East of the Crossroads ~
It's not long before The Golden Fortune sails over a small wooded valley. Crew members scramble about, tying off lines, and cranking levers.
The ship lowers to just above the forest, where brave sailors swing on hemp ropes from ship to swaying trees below. They hurriedly tie off and the vessel is cranked lower and lower into a clearing.
The Gold Coats are given a rope ladder to climb down, and soon enough you find yourselves walking away from the hidden ship, through the trees, toward the town of Witchop Crossroads.
What do we see as the party makes their way forward? How do they approach the next scene, and what is the setup?!
Nov 29, 2022 1:25 am
Once on the ground, after the exhilarating ladder descent, Sans waves at the airship, and quickly moves into cover.
The Musketeers regroup within a sheltered area of these woods, and start moving forward, walking in the direction of the town.
"So, fellow Coats, it sounds like we regrettably have to conceal our allegiance, from now on. I am the worst offender, with this cloak. Best not be seen in our beloved colours?"
As he walks, he starts removing parts of the uniform, tucking folded garments in his satchel bag.
The Musketeers regroup within a sheltered area of these woods, and start moving forward, walking in the direction of the town.
"So, fellow Coats, it sounds like we regrettably have to conceal our allegiance, from now on. I am the worst offender, with this cloak. Best not be seen in our beloved colours?"
As he walks, he starts removing parts of the uniform, tucking folded garments in his satchel bag.
Nov 29, 2022 2:08 pm
After a quick descent into the clearing, Issac wistfully looks up at the airship as it departs, I'd like to try that again one day, hopefully with Isabela, she would absolutely love it
He gathers his things and heads into the woods with the others. "Sorry Sans, but I do believe stealth and subterfuge are key going forward, and that means hiding our colors, albeit temporarily if all goes well."
Looking over at Mathis, "Mathis, how are you holding up?"
He gathers his things and heads into the woods with the others. "Sorry Sans, but I do believe stealth and subterfuge are key going forward, and that means hiding our colors, albeit temporarily if all goes well."
Looking over at Mathis, "Mathis, how are you holding up?"
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Nov 29, 2022 9:51 pm
Walking the Woods Toward the Town ~
Mathis chuckles at Issac. "Quite better, actually." He rotates his arm at his shoulder. "Physically, better at least."
Leaves rustle as the party pushes on past the foliage.
"Where do we start our search when we get to town? And do we stay together this time?"
Punctuating Elaine's question, the party breaks from the wood to see large town nestled against the river. Several roads enter the town, ingressing via tall arched gates--the town has a 2 meter high wall round it. Lights twinkle in the windows of hundreds of homes and businesses.
100 meters or so from the tow is the crossroad / gallows from which the town gets its name.
What does the party do?
Mathis Baumé
Leaves rustle as the party pushes on past the foliage.
Elaine
Punctuating Elaine's question, the party breaks from the wood to see large town nestled against the river. Several roads enter the town, ingressing via tall arched gates--the town has a 2 meter high wall round it. Lights twinkle in the windows of hundreds of homes and businesses.
100 meters or so from the tow is the crossroad / gallows from which the town gets its name.
What does the party do?
Nov 29, 2022 11:09 pm
Elaine de Valien says:
"Where do we start our search when we get to town? And do we stay together this time?""We could also start inquiring about her elsewhere, by name... The booklet indicated this payment with the initials NM of DG, that we now know could mean Nicole Moreau, of the Dyers' Guild. Perhaps the Guild itself has an office in town..."
"Maybe the insider knowledge we have - she got 15 gold, it seems - could be used for leverage, once we find her?..."
"As for staying together... I suggest we should. The way ahead is dangerous and we need to cover each other's backs..."
[ +- ] Booklet Contents
15 Highsummer, Bitter Warlock north road, N. M. of D. G. ~ 15 g.
16 Highsummer, W Stables, Tally D.
19 Highsummer, F&H, the marked Cap
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Nov 30, 2022 7:29 pm
Approaching the Walled Town ~
Talking as you walk, you're now close enough to the town walls to see that the gates are open, and a couple bored guardsmen seem to be letting folk enter and leave as they please. You can also see that houses have sprung up all about the outsides of the walls, many appearing to lean against the old stone--airships and cannons have made walls obsolete, and they appear to be a remnant of an older time.
Still, while the guards look bored in the flickering gear-light bulbs they are definitely watching the few folk who pass them by.
Mathis curls his mustache with his thumb and forefinger. "Now, do we enter with stealth, or walk in as any other citizen would? We must admit it could be hard to hide that we are armed..." His eyes dart to the weapons hanging off everyone's belts.
Talking as you walk, you're now close enough to the town walls to see that the gates are open, and a couple bored guardsmen seem to be letting folk enter and leave as they please. You can also see that houses have sprung up all about the outsides of the walls, many appearing to lean against the old stone--airships and cannons have made walls obsolete, and they appear to be a remnant of an older time.
Still, while the guards look bored in the flickering gear-light bulbs they are definitely watching the few folk who pass them by.
Mathis Baumé
Dec 1, 2022 9:03 am
"We need to keep a low profile. I'd say let's work the outskirts, before getting through those gates... " he points at the outbuildings propped against the exterior perimeter of the city walls like fungal growths.
"Some of those shacks reach quite high, I wonder if we could get past the wall that way. Up on the roof, then over the wall from there? What do you say, fellows?"
"Some of those shacks reach quite high, I wonder if we could get past the wall that way. Up on the roof, then over the wall from there? What do you say, fellows?"
Dec 2, 2022 7:15 pm
In the Shadows of Flickering Gear Lights | The Party ~
The party moves from shadow to shadow, down alley ways, and over garden fences. You quickly traverse the cramped, dirt streets and find yourselves up against the aging wall, houses leaning in on either side of you.
There are many ways to proceed in your climb, some already noted by the musketeers. Which way do you choose?
The stakes are simply--entering unnoticed. Failure means someone has spied the party in their furtive approach, or perhaps the climb is loud and obvious.
One musketeer make a Stealth Trait roll please, and one musketeer make an Athletics Trait roll please! Whomever does which ever first is fine.
The party moves from shadow to shadow, down alley ways, and over garden fences. You quickly traverse the cramped, dirt streets and find yourselves up against the aging wall, houses leaning in on either side of you.
There are many ways to proceed in your climb, some already noted by the musketeers. Which way do you choose?
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We need two separate successes here! One of you led the way to the wall, employing your Stealth to keep the party from notice; One of you shall be the lead climber--the one who chooses the way and and forges ahead of the others.The stakes are simply--entering unnoticed. Failure means someone has spied the party in their furtive approach, or perhaps the climb is loud and obvious.
One musketeer make a Stealth Trait roll please, and one musketeer make an Athletics Trait roll please! Whomever does which ever first is fine.
Dec 2, 2022 7:35 pm
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My stealth isn't great, and I've got a +2 to climbing, so can take the Athletics roll if no one minds.OOC:
getting to actually use free runner out the gate, thanks benevolent GM!Rolls
Athletics* - (1d8+2, 1d6+2, RA)
1d8+2 : (1) + 2 = 3
1d6+2 : (5) + 2 = 7
Dec 3, 2022 4:27 pm
Issac surveys the wall, mentally carving out a path of handholds and foot holdings not only for himself but also his companions. Climbing came easily to him, but no so much Isabela. Often, when roughing it in the streets of their youth, pilfering a meal here, an item of clothing to stay warm there, they'd have to make a quick escape afterwords. He would often do the same thing and quickly find the grooves and chinks needed to ascend, but also make sure he found different ones for his sister to make things easier.
Looking back at his current companions, "Follow me everyone. Hold firmly and have no doubts.". With that he starts ascending, like water flowing upwards.
Looking back at his current companions, "Follow me everyone. Hold firmly and have no doubts.". With that he starts ascending, like water flowing upwards.
Dec 3, 2022 4:40 pm
Sans watches Issac climbing like a cat. The man makes it look easy!
Looking carefully where the scout puts hands and feet, he follows after him, knowing that he couldn't choose better holds. Instead, his focus stays on staying hidden, climbing in the dark areas, light-footed and silent like a shadow among shadows...
"Stay hidden, Musketeers," he whispers.
Looking carefully where the scout puts hands and feet, he follows after him, knowing that he couldn't choose better holds. Instead, his focus stays on staying hidden, climbing in the dark areas, light-footed and silent like a shadow among shadows...
"Stay hidden, Musketeers," he whispers.
Rolls
Stealth* - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (81) = 9
1d6 : (2) = 2
Dec 3, 2022 5:48 pm
The Back Streets of Wichop Crossroads (Success)~
You're all confident you enter unseen and unheard.
The party touches boot to cobblestone in the back alleyways under the wall interior. The tight-packed, two and three story homes around you are primarily wood and plaster. Dim light flickers from cloudy glass windows.
The breezeless air smells of waste, wood and industry.
If you look to the main streets it's clear many tavern and inn are still open.
You're all confident you enter unseen and unheard.
The party touches boot to cobblestone in the back alleyways under the wall interior. The tight-packed, two and three story homes around you are primarily wood and plaster. Dim light flickers from cloudy glass windows.
The breezeless air smells of waste, wood and industry.
If you look to the main streets it's clear many tavern and inn are still open.
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Lets say you made it in unnoticed, thus the gaurds would not have taken note of you, and now that you are in youd feel free to walk around without hiding. You're not breaking the law by being here and youd know youre well ahead of any news of what occures further south.Dec 3, 2022 7:46 pm
Looking at the maze of streets and buildings, "We should find a local to ask about the location of The Sweet Witch."
Dec 3, 2022 9:22 pm
He nods at Issac. As they walk in the narrow streets, he is conscious of the gaze of people.
"Fellows, let's rest a minute in this dark awning," he says, leading the others out of sight from the street. "I have been thinking. My ruin of a face has been a useful distinguishing mark so far... Not quite now that shadows became our friends and that travelling incognito is what we are forced to do..."
"I think I need a mask. Do you think a leatherworker in this town could create one?... One that at a distance could pass for a normal face?"
"Fellows, let's rest a minute in this dark awning," he says, leading the others out of sight from the street. "I have been thinking. My ruin of a face has been a useful distinguishing mark so far... Not quite now that shadows became our friends and that travelling incognito is what we are forced to do..."
"I think I need a mask. Do you think a leatherworker in this town could create one?... One that at a distance could pass for a normal face?"
Dec 4, 2022 2:44 am
Mathis Baumé
Elaine
"And an improper application could give the appearance of a corpse," she says with a sardonic smile.
Dec 4, 2022 3:48 am
Clapping Sans on the shoulder, with a grin. "Indeed, I can assist with the makeup. Had plenty of practice in making lads and lasses in our troupe look pretty to putrid, and vice versa, with nothing more than some sticky puddy and flower paste."
Dec 4, 2022 12:12 pm
"Thanks friends. Then it is settled. Let me go find the artisans District, there must be someone who works in leather."
"You feel free to carry on our enquiries, though... I would stand out a little too much, accompanying you. Another thing... How are our finances? Something like this might require some coin, for craft... and silence. "
"You feel free to carry on our enquiries, though... I would stand out a little too much, accompanying you. Another thing... How are our finances? Something like this might require some coin, for craft... and silence. "
Dec 4, 2022 5:37 pm
Mathis Baumé
He hitches a thumb at Aloys and Issac. "Besides, last time i went with these two I was stuck like a pig." He smiles in the flickering light from the main street, only half joking.
"But sometimes a person needs to go it alone, I know. It's up to you Sans."
Out on the main street a wagon loaded with clay pots rumbles over the cobbles.
Dec 4, 2022 5:57 pm
"I would be grateful for the company, if you feel well enough, Mathis," he replies, patting his comrade on the back, careful to stay away from his wounded areas.
He turns to the others, "Let's split up. Mathis and I will meet you once we manage to find the right craftsman and get something from them. They will no doubt need more than a day to craft the thing. See that gaslight, at the back of those stables? Meet there in two days, at midday?"
He turns to the others, "Let's split up. Mathis and I will meet you once we manage to find the right craftsman and get something from them. They will no doubt need more than a day to craft the thing. See that gaslight, at the back of those stables? Meet there in two days, at midday?"
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he will take from the communal pool what he believes are sufficient funds to pay for such a unique item...Dec 4, 2022 7:45 pm
Mathis Baumé
"Keep 'em safe," he says to Elaine.
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Sans will have no trouble finding a leather worker given time, perhaps going into the late morning. If he'd like to expedite, a roll could sure have him finding one this very evening.Otherwise, @KingHotTrash,@ctme2000 where do the others head off to?
Dec 4, 2022 8:35 pm
Sans and Mathis follow their senses to direct their steps to the district where craftsmen work: they look out for the sound of workers, the smell of furnaces, the telling plumes of smoke...
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let's give it a bit of Notice Rolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (63) = 9
Dec 4, 2022 9:16 pm
Walking Through Wichop Crossroads | Sans (Success +)~
...and before long you Notice the telltale scent of leather works.
In a brightly lit square, craftsmen go about finishing up their days work.
(+) Additionally, it's clear to you Sans which shop is of the highest quality. While the building isn't as large, or impressive as those around it, there's a fastidiousness to the pieces hanging on display pegs in the windows.
A craftsman sits atop a stool, at a large, heavy workbench, stitching leather pieces together.
...and before long you Notice the telltale scent of leather works.
In a brightly lit square, craftsmen go about finishing up their days work.
(+) Additionally, it's clear to you Sans which shop is of the highest quality. While the building isn't as large, or impressive as those around it, there's a fastidiousness to the pieces hanging on display pegs in the windows.
A craftsman sits atop a stool, at a large, heavy workbench, stitching leather pieces together.
Dec 4, 2022 9:40 pm
"Here, Mathis... I have a good feeling about this one..." he murmurs to his fellow Coat.
"Master craftsman... Do not be alarmed about the sorry sight of my face..." he calls the man, approaching him. "We are foreigneirs, from far South. My friend and I were admiring these refined creations. Never have I set eyes on more finely crafted pieces! Pray tell, are these the fruit of your handywork, Master?
"Master craftsman... Do not be alarmed about the sorry sight of my face..." he calls the man, approaching him. "We are foreigneirs, from far South. My friend and I were admiring these refined creations. Never have I set eyes on more finely crafted pieces! Pray tell, are these the fruit of your handywork, Master?
Dec 5, 2022 12:58 am
The Leatherworkers Workshop | Sans ~
As you approach, the smell of sulfur and resin tickles your nose.
The man nods solemnly at Sans and Mathis. "Aye, tis my work." His voice is thick with Rainforester accent. "I'm Vinicio Lorino. Ask anyone around; my wares are the finest you will ever see." His eyes roam over the two of you, hindered by the flickering gear lights of the square. He obviously senses a sale.
As you approach, the smell of sulfur and resin tickles your nose.
Vinicio Lorino
Dec 5, 2022 4:44 am
"Likewise," shaking their hands. "May the Clockmaker watch over you both."
Turning toward Aloys and Elaine, "Thinking it over again, and as much as I'd like a drink right now, given what happened to us last time we tried gathering information at a drinking establishment, maybe we should put a cork on that for now. Aloys, you mentioned a possible ally in Julia Sardou. Was it mentioned where to find her?"
Turning toward Aloys and Elaine, "Thinking it over again, and as much as I'd like a drink right now, given what happened to us last time we tried gathering information at a drinking establishment, maybe we should put a cork on that for now. Aloys, you mentioned a possible ally in Julia Sardou. Was it mentioned where to find her?"
Dec 5, 2022 7:13 am
Sans continues with the flattering approach. "Ha! I thought so... Wonderful work, Master Lorino. Look at the detailing..."
He steps more into the light, so his face is more clearly lit. "I have been searching for a fine artisan to help with my... facial problem.You see, some years back I was unfortunate enough to fall in the gears of some machinery... They pulled me out in time, but..."
He shrugs, "I guess I should be thankful to still have my life... Anyway, I could never find someone who could... Give me a new face, as it were. Some mask of sorts, that could be comfortable to wear and breathe through, but that gave me the appearance of a more... Palatable face. It revealed to be too tricky a task for most... "
He looks at the craftsman, "... but perhaps not for someone of your talent, Master Lorino? "
He steps more into the light, so his face is more clearly lit. "I have been searching for a fine artisan to help with my... facial problem.You see, some years back I was unfortunate enough to fall in the gears of some machinery... They pulled me out in time, but..."
He shrugs, "I guess I should be thankful to still have my life... Anyway, I could never find someone who could... Give me a new face, as it were. Some mask of sorts, that could be comfortable to wear and breathe through, but that gave me the appearance of a more... Palatable face. It revealed to be too tricky a task for most... "
He looks at the craftsman, "... but perhaps not for someone of your talent, Master Lorino? "
Dec 5, 2022 6:01 pm
In the Clean and Warm Workshop | Sans & Mathis ~
Mathis leans against a wooden pillar as Sans speaks. He puts his pipe in his mouth.
A sharp intake of breath from Master Lorino when he sees Sans' face. He's apologetic. "Forgive me; that was rude. Yes, I see why a mask woul--"
--"DO NOT smoke in HERE!"
Mathis jumps as if bitten on the rear. He apologizes and returns his pipe to his pouch.
"As I was saying, I see the need for a mask."
The master craftsmen get up and goes to a shelf in the back of his work area, grabs an item, and walks over to Sans, his workbooks scuffing on the well sanded floor.
He holds out a small doll for Sans to take.
"An Effigy. In my culture, we make them as religious tools--they instruct us in the forms of the gods."
Sans, the item is smooth as skin, and something under the leather, blank face gives the impression of brow ridge, eye sockets, nose and mouth; very realistic.
"Lambskin. Onlynthe softest."
Mathis Baumé
Vinicio Lorino
--"DO NOT smoke in HERE!"
Mathis Baumé
Vinicio Lorino
The master craftsmen get up and goes to a shelf in the back of his work area, grabs an item, and walks over to Sans, his workbooks scuffing on the well sanded floor.
He holds out a small doll for Sans to take.
"An Effigy. In my culture, we make them as religious tools--they instruct us in the forms of the gods."
Sans, the item is smooth as skin, and something under the leather, blank face gives the impression of brow ridge, eye sockets, nose and mouth; very realistic.
"Lambskin. Onlynthe softest."
Dec 5, 2022 11:17 pm
Sans nods, impressed at the small details of the effigy. Despite the minute proportions, the detailing is fine and executed with great craftsmanship. He tries to picture in his mind what face this master leather artist would create for him... but it is too hard, his disfigured features keep canceling each mental image just as soon as it is forming.
"Yes... your hands are surely the ones I have been looking for..." he whispers, impressed. "Tell me, Master Lorino... what would you require of me? A cast, perhaps? Measurements? And how long?... Look, this is all I have, I will not try to haggle with a man of your artistry. I only hope it is a sufficient token..." he says, understanding that a chance like this might not come his way twice. He puts all their coins on display, causing Mathis to gasp involuntarily.
Maybe the Cogmaker guided my steps to you, Vinicio Lorino...
"Yes... your hands are surely the ones I have been looking for..." he whispers, impressed. "Tell me, Master Lorino... what would you require of me? A cast, perhaps? Measurements? And how long?... Look, this is all I have, I will not try to haggle with a man of your artistry. I only hope it is a sufficient token..." he says, understanding that a chance like this might not come his way twice. He puts all their coins on display, causing Mathis to gasp involuntarily.
Maybe the Cogmaker guided my steps to you, Vinicio Lorino...
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Dec 6, 2022 4:18 am
Master Lorino's Workshop ~
A cool summer breeze blows into the workroom from wide, open doorway. A golden moment of quiet from the square outside punctuates the moment.
Vinicio Lorino catches Mathis' gasp. The leatherworker pokes the spilled coins with his index finger.
"Who are you, sir, who comes to my workshop so late, asking for what could be my best work, offering me an amount of coin that seems so significant to you."
He motions for Sans to sit in a cushioned leather chair. "I shall lay the leather across your face and make markings for the dimensions," he explains.
A cool summer breeze blows into the workroom from wide, open doorway. A golden moment of quiet from the square outside punctuates the moment.
Vinicio Lorino
"Who are you, sir, who comes to my workshop so late, asking for what could be my best work, offering me an amount of coin that seems so significant to you."
He motions for Sans to sit in a cushioned leather chair. "I shall lay the leather across your face and make markings for the dimensions," he explains.
Dec 6, 2022 11:11 am
Sans sits down and lets the man inspect his face, uncomfortable as such proximity feels. He only ever let the Acolytes treating his wounds get this near, touch his face.
"I am a man without a face, and if your best work can give me one... Nothing material I own can repay for it..."
"As far as introductions. .. I will one day come back to you, and tell you my name, when knowing it will not put anyone at risk," he says looking at the craftsman in the eyes, hoping to convey the importance of discretion, "and perhaps properly repay you for your kindness..."
"I am a man without a face, and if your best work can give me one... Nothing material I own can repay for it..."
"As far as introductions. .. I will one day come back to you, and tell you my name, when knowing it will not put anyone at risk," he says looking at the craftsman in the eyes, hoping to convey the importance of discretion, "and perhaps properly repay you for your kindness..."
Dec 6, 2022 6:16 pm
Master Lorino's Workshop ~
The craftsman nods at Sans' words. "Your manner; your sincerity. I feel you're a man of honor and nobility. Tell me now, if this is not so."He then continues to work in silence, for the few minutes it takes to make his measurements.
Mathis comes back in from smoking his pipe.
Vinicio takes the thin piece of leather, covered in his markings and measurements, to his large, tool laden workbench. "This will take the night. My apprentice is out in the countryside, visiting her brother. Her cot is available in the backroom should you like it."
His eyes have taken on a feverish light, and he begins to work with gusto.
Vinicio Lorino
Mathis Baumé
Vinicio Lorino
His eyes have taken on a feverish light, and he begins to work with gusto.
Dec 6, 2022 6:24 pm
Back in the Alley Ways of Wichop ~
After a conversation regarding where to find Julia Sardou, Elaine chimes in: "If how you described the cousin is any indication, she would likely be found in a seedy part of town."
She looks at a dirty, smelly puddle as she frowns.
"Your guess is as good as ours where that could be. Lead on Issac."
The others will follow your lead for the moment Issac. Where would you look for an under-board information broker?
Elaine
She looks at a dirty, smelly puddle as she frowns.
"Your guess is as good as ours where that could be. Lead on Issac."
The others will follow your lead for the moment Issac. Where would you look for an under-board information broker?
Dec 6, 2022 7:49 pm
"The truth, Master Lorino, is that I have forgotten most of who I am. I do try to live honorably whatever time is left for me to live... One can only try."
"Your offer of the cot to rest the night is much appreciated, Master. My comrade and I will be of no hindrance," he nods in gratitude, moving towards the back of the workshop as instructed, gesturing Mathis to follow.
Once alone with the other Coat, he murmurs, "this arrangement is a stroke of luck. I'd best not be seen around this town, for now... And you can do with the rest, with those nasty scratches on you. You take the cot, friend Mathis," he says, finding a small crate to sit on, resting his back against the wall.
He takes out some of the rations he packed from the airship galley and shares them with Mathis.
"Your offer of the cot to rest the night is much appreciated, Master. My comrade and I will be of no hindrance," he nods in gratitude, moving towards the back of the workshop as instructed, gesturing Mathis to follow.
Once alone with the other Coat, he murmurs, "this arrangement is a stroke of luck. I'd best not be seen around this town, for now... And you can do with the rest, with those nasty scratches on you. You take the cot, friend Mathis," he says, finding a small crate to sit on, resting his back against the wall.
He takes out some of the rations he packed from the airship galley and shares them with Mathis.
Dec 7, 2022 2:52 am
The Workshops Backroom | Sans ~
Mathis grunts as he sits on the lumpy, straw mattress. The bed creaks as the mustachioed musketeer reaches for the ration.
"If the captain truly is behind this all. She's going to be coming after us eventually. We are too dangerous left free... or alive."
"How much time do you think we have?"
Mathis Baumé
"If the captain truly is behind this all. She's going to be coming after us eventually. We are too dangerous left free... or alive."
"How much time do you think we have?"
Dec 7, 2022 3:13 pm
After a moment's thought, "Maybe I'm generalizing but when I think shady dealings, I think vices, in particular gambling. We should see if there's a gambling district. At best, we find this Julia, at worst we recoup our losses and fill what little coffer we have."
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essentially looking for anything that looks like a hive of scum and villainy, aka, Atlantic City, be it bright flashing lights, drunken a-holes, cadre of bros arguing over sports, etcRolls
Notice * - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (61) = 7
Dec 7, 2022 3:58 pm
Mathis says:
"How much time do you think we have?"Dec 7, 2022 7:03 pm
The Nighttime Streets of Wichop | Elaine, Aloys & Issac (success) ~
A town the size of Wichop Crossroads never really sleeps.
With eyes peeled, you walk the cobble streets, passing townsfolk, busy taverns, late night workers. It's an hour or so before you find yourselves on the edge of a district smelling of laundry powders and linen. Between two large warehouses, housing vats of steaming water, is a well lit alley 'guarded' by two large bruisers. Townsfolk come and go from from the alley, the bruisers obviously controlling who gets in.
This is a seedy business if you've ever seen one...
You observe this all from a corner, a safe and sufficient distance away.
How do you all approach? What is the plan Gold Coats?
A town the size of Wichop Crossroads never really sleeps.
With eyes peeled, you walk the cobble streets, passing townsfolk, busy taverns, late night workers. It's an hour or so before you find yourselves on the edge of a district smelling of laundry powders and linen. Between two large warehouses, housing vats of steaming water, is a well lit alley 'guarded' by two large bruisers. Townsfolk come and go from from the alley, the bruisers obviously controlling who gets in.
This is a seedy business if you've ever seen one...
You observe this all from a corner, a safe and sufficient distance away.
How do you all approach? What is the plan Gold Coats?
Dec 7, 2022 11:30 pm
Despite her best efforts to maintain usual composure, Elaine can't help but try to inconspicuously keep herself behind Issac and Aloys - not hiding from the passerbys, per se, but tactically avoiding any attention of the shady folks dwelling among nightly streets of Wichop Crossroads. Dark alleyways and slums of the towns are as far from her scene as it gets, and even years as a musketeer never quite made her comfortable in such places - a regrettable oversight, but she can't help it. It's just... unsettling. Burly scarred men guarding the alleyway are just a cherry on top, making her feel completely out of her element. At least her companions don't have the same issues. Probably.
"Are we... going in there?" She whispers to Issac, eyeing the guards apprehensively. "Maybe I should wait for you here. They probably don't like nobility." No, it is not an excuse, it is a reasonable concern. "Unless you're going to do all the talking..."
"Are we... going in there?" She whispers to Issac, eyeing the guards apprehensively. "Maybe I should wait for you here. They probably don't like nobility." No, it is not an excuse, it is a reasonable concern. "Unless you're going to do all the talking..."
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Dec 8, 2022 5:07 pm
Seeing Elaine's discomfort, Issac places a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I know you're nervous, but we all need to be in together on this, all for one and one for all (tm) as I heard someone say once. But more then that, you're stronger than you think Elaine de Valien. And I look forward to watching those against us rue the day they cross your path."
He looks at the two burly guards and whispers back to the group "Besides, I'll do all the talking. What can possibly go wrong." and starts heading towards the alleyway entrance.
He looks at the two burly guards and whispers back to the group "Besides, I'll do all the talking. What can possibly go wrong." and starts heading towards the alleyway entrance.
OOC:
FS, are you a mad scientist with powers, or just learned in academia, science, etc? Coz now would be a good time to show off the former lolDec 8, 2022 5:21 pm
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BTW, I am OK to pause the action at the leather worker's workshop while he works and Sans and Mathis rest Dec 8, 2022 8:53 pm
At the Mouth of the Seeding Alley | The Three Musketeers ~
You pass a few drunk townsfolk stumbling away from the alley, giddy and flush with wine.
One of the sleepy-eyed fellows tracks your approach and raises a hand to stop you. His suspicion of folk he's never seen before plan on his face. He points a sausage sized finger at your waists. "No blades." He points to a barrel that's positioned behind his partner.
His partner smiles a gapped tooth smile.
"Take 'em off and put 'em in there." He's referencing the barrel.
You pass a few drunk townsfolk stumbling away from the alley, giddy and flush with wine.
Bouncer
Bouncer
Bouncer
Dec 8, 2022 8:54 pm
Dr_B says:
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BTW, I am OK to pause the action at the leather worker's workshop while he works and Sans and Mathis rest OOC:
Sounds good! We'll tap you in when time catches up.Dec 8, 2022 10:07 pm
"Not a problem gentlemen, we're all just here to have a good time." Looking at the other swords in the barrel, "Is there a ticketing system, how do know we get the right one back?"
Letting loose a grin, "I kid, I kid" and places his rapier in the barrel. Issac steps aside, waiting for Aloys and Elaine to do the same. "Come now friends, let's not keep these gents waiting. The quicker we get through, the quicker we get to party."
Looking back at the bouncers' scars, he blurts out "I've a friend I think you lot might get along with." and chuckles, before catching himself, with a slightly shamed look on his face.
Letting loose a grin, "I kid, I kid" and places his rapier in the barrel. Issac steps aside, waiting for Aloys and Elaine to do the same. "Come now friends, let's not keep these gents waiting. The quicker we get through, the quicker we get to party."
Looking back at the bouncers' scars, he blurts out "I've a friend I think you lot might get along with." and chuckles, before catching himself, with a slightly shamed look on his face.
Dec 9, 2022 3:29 pm
The Mouth of the Seedy Alley ~
Issac ~ The humor is lost on the bouncers--in fact they look at each other, trying decide, as a team, if they're being mocked or not.
Gap-Tooth shrugs. "Well let's get you through right quick," he says in a timbre much higher than you'd expect.
"Stand here," he points at the ground in front of him, "and spread your arms. It's no blades of any sort." If Issac complies the man will begin his pat down.
Issac ~ The humor is lost on the bouncers--in fact they look at each other, trying decide, as a team, if they're being mocked or not.
Bouncer
"Stand here," he points at the ground in front of him, "and spread your arms. It's no blades of any sort." If Issac complies the man will begin his pat down.
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If anyone does NOT comply and would prefer to sneak in a blade hidden on your person it'll be a strait Thievery trait roll -1 for the vigilant bouncers.Dec 9, 2022 5:18 pm
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can I try rolling a taunt or persuasion to try and distract them during the patdown?Dec 9, 2022 8:32 pm
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Love it; let's roll with taunt! I feel like a backroom bouncer would definitely be a hot head... In this case we'll make it an Opposed Roll.Dec 9, 2022 9:06 pm
ctme2000 says:
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FS, are you a mad scientist with powers, or just learned in academia, science, etc? Coz now would be a good time to show off the former lolOOC:
No mad science here, just a lot of research. But knowledge is power and all that, right? :0OOC:
I don't have any weapons besides the rapier, so no threat here. Can I help Issac though? Maybe tell them some random facts as a distraction? I'll add a roll just in case!(Also, did an Advance: increased Vigor.)
Last edited December 9, 2022 9:15 pm
Rolls
Academics - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (2) = 2
Dec 9, 2022 9:17 pm
FlyingSucculent says:
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Can I help Issac though? Maybe tell them some random facts as a distraction? I'll add a roll just in case!(Also, did an Advance: increased Vigor.)
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Heck yeah; love it! Take a Bennie for the idea to :PWe'll make it a Support Roll--success give Issac +1 to the Taunt, or +2 w/ Raise!
Dec 9, 2022 9:19 pm
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(Apparently Elaine told them all about searching people for weapons. :'D Hey, at least it's not a critical.)Dec 9, 2022 9:23 pm
The Alley ~
Elaine, the bouncer finishes patting you down, after you've added your rapier to the barrel. "Clean," he says of Elaine as he moves on to Aloys.
Gap-Tooth is taking his time with Issac. See if finds this funny. Patting harder than he needs to.
Bouncer
Gap-Tooth
Dec 10, 2022 1:08 am
Hoping to distract the bouncer enough to keep him from finding the concealed throwing daggers, "Say, Gap-Tooth, if you want, I've got some great moisturizing products that will really help with those scars. I imagine it's tough finding a date with your face looking like a cartography map carved out by a drunk."
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sigh ... Poison Ivy?Last edited December 10, 2022 1:10 am
Rolls
Taunt - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (3) = 3
Taunt - Free reroll - (1d8, 1d6, RA)
1d8 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (1) = 1
Thievery - (1d4-3, 1d6-3, RA)
1d4-3 : (3) - 3 = 0
1d6-3 : (3) - 3 = 0
Thievery - Benny - (1d4-3, 1d6-3, RA)
1d4-3 : (41) - 3 = 2
1d6-3 : (63) - 3 = 6
Dec 10, 2022 1:34 am
The Alley, Suddenly Feeling too Crowded (crit fail) ~ The bouncers face goes beet red. He sputters, then his hands dart to grab the collar of Issacs shirt.
"What did you say to me you little rat?!" Spittle flies from his mouth as he shouts. He looks ready to punch you.
"Hector, no! He's just tryin' to rile you up!" He joins the frisk. "To hide...this." His hand comes into contact with the hidden blade.
He stares dagger at Issac, but turns to Elaine.
Elaine ~
The bouncer motions to you and Aloys. "You two are free to enter, but yer friend ain't going in there tonight. An' he's lucky he's keeping his teeth."
A small queue of embarrassed looking townsfolk is forming at the alley mouth...
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aaaah! Issac, we gotta roll with that Taunt Fail, especiallyas it's a crit 🫣Gap-Tooth
"What did you say to me you little rat?!" Spittle flies from his mouth as he shouts. He looks ready to punch you.
Bouncer
He stares dagger at Issac, but turns to Elaine.
Elaine ~
Bouncer
A small queue of embarrassed looking townsfolk is forming at the alley mouth...
Dec 10, 2022 2:26 am
Issac puts up his hands and with a playful grin, "Can't blame a fella for trying. I'll just take my things and go.". Grabbing his rapier from the barrel, a more serious tone toward his companions "Do be careful in there, and don't party too hard."
Issac walks away, heading toward where they initially stopped at a safe distance to scope out the entrance, and plans his next move.
Issac walks away, heading toward where they initially stopped at a safe distance to scope out the entrance, and plans his next move.
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No worries! Glad to be the successor to King Hot Trash's crit fails.OOC:
can I take my Benny back then?OOC:
Is there any other way in that I can see? Are the warehouse walls scalable?Dec 10, 2022 4:04 am
Elaine almost squeaks as the bouncer turns to her, barely managing to save face by disguising her reaction as a cough and quickly backing away towards the alley - but not without sending a slightly panicked look after Issac first. At least Aloys is still here, so she still wouldn't need to do any talking... And maybe she can pretend to be at home here, just like with noble banquets: fake it till you make it, pretend to know what you're doing and speak as if you have full right to be there. She can do that.
After a brief hesitation, Elaine takes a few steps into the darkness of the alleyway, trying to focus on curiosity over discomfort. She is indeed curious about what exactly his place is, after all - a black market, perhaps? A den of local criminal element, no doubt, but what kind... Maybe if nothing else, she can find some forgery tools here... Just in case.
After a brief hesitation, Elaine takes a few steps into the darkness of the alleyway, trying to focus on curiosity over discomfort. She is indeed curious about what exactly his place is, after all - a black market, perhaps? A den of local criminal element, no doubt, but what kind... Maybe if nothing else, she can find some forgery tools here... Just in case.
Dec 10, 2022 3:54 pm
Inside the Seedy Building | Elaine and Aloys ~
A small but heavy door, at the end of the alley, opens for you. As you pass through, you're thrust into another world.
The converted warehouse is one massive open space, high ceilinged, and heavy beamed. The floor is dotted with large, felt covered tables where dozens of folk play overly complicated card games. Servers carry drinks from the massive, blocky bar in the back to the gamblers and scattered about the room. A far corner of the space is occupied by recessed alcoves where blurry eyed townsfolk smoke from long, bone and wood pipes. The air smells of sweet wine, dirty coin, and bitter herbs.
There seems to be no singualr class of people represented here--to your eye there are aristocrats elbow to elbow with laborers and guilds folk; off duty town guards gambling with persons whom you'd assume live outside the law; and farmers sharing drinks with city dwellers, judging by their garb.
Elaine, you'd notice, within the first few moments since you've entered, several "under the table" transactions occur as well.
And of course, cat-eyed toughs, slowly walking through keeping an eye on everything.
There's also a stair in the back that leads up to what was likely once a supervisor's office.
To Elaine, "Where to begin? Perhaps a drink and a few games are in order?" He chuckles.
A small but heavy door, at the end of the alley, opens for you. As you pass through, you're thrust into another world.
The converted warehouse is one massive open space, high ceilinged, and heavy beamed. The floor is dotted with large, felt covered tables where dozens of folk play overly complicated card games. Servers carry drinks from the massive, blocky bar in the back to the gamblers and scattered about the room. A far corner of the space is occupied by recessed alcoves where blurry eyed townsfolk smoke from long, bone and wood pipes. The air smells of sweet wine, dirty coin, and bitter herbs.
There seems to be no singualr class of people represented here--to your eye there are aristocrats elbow to elbow with laborers and guilds folk; off duty town guards gambling with persons whom you'd assume live outside the law; and farmers sharing drinks with city dwellers, judging by their garb.
Elaine, you'd notice, within the first few moments since you've entered, several "under the table" transactions occur as well.
And of course, cat-eyed toughs, slowly walking through keeping an eye on everything.
There's also a stair in the back that leads up to what was likely once a supervisor's office.
Aloys
Dec 10, 2022 4:28 pm
Outside the Gambling Den | Issac ~ Issac, you'd note that with a little effort, the farside of the warehouse wall is scalable. There is no telling what's up there, but you can certainly climb it!
Further investigation (walking round the buildings) could reveal other ways forward...the call is yours!
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Absolutely take back the bennie!Further investigation (walking round the buildings) could reveal other ways forward...the call is yours!
Dec 11, 2022 2:23 am
Issac makes note of the warehouse wall pretty sure that's doable but let's just see what other options there are as he makes his way further down to see if there's an easier way inside.
Dec 11, 2022 5:26 pm
The Alleys Surrounding the Gambling Den | Issac ~Issac, you'd notice there are windows, low to the ground that look to lead into a basement of some sort. They appear to be barred, but rather rusted. The room they lead to is dark.
There is a third option Issac discovers; what is it?
OOC:
I'll give one, you give one! I'll provide the complication 😉There is a third option Issac discovers; what is it?
Dec 12, 2022 2:00 am
Elaine looks around with cautious interest, her resolve slightly bolstered by the presence of aristocracy-adjacent folk, the smells of pipe weed and wine reminding her of her own father. Though she doubts that Count de Valien would approve of this particular place, he always loved a good smoke. To Elaine herself it mostly seems too much of distraction.
"It's not a bad idea," she murmurs in response to Aloys, completely serious despite his playful tone. "Blending in might prove useful if we are to find this person; I'm not sure I want to risk asking around without prior reconnaissance." Elaine glances at the surrounding tables again, trying to figure out if there is anyone who might seem like Julia Sardou, as well as to see if there is any group with primarily noble presence. She'd feel better dealing with her own ilk, even if they are more likely to be suspicious and pose a problem in the future. Perhaps someone young, wasting their time and losing their parents' money, overly confident and thus easy to fool...
"It's not a bad idea," she murmurs in response to Aloys, completely serious despite his playful tone. "Blending in might prove useful if we are to find this person; I'm not sure I want to risk asking around without prior reconnaissance." Elaine glances at the surrounding tables again, trying to figure out if there is anyone who might seem like Julia Sardou, as well as to see if there is any group with primarily noble presence. She'd feel better dealing with her own ilk, even if they are more likely to be suspicious and pose a problem in the future. Perhaps someone young, wasting their time and losing their parents' money, overly confident and thus easy to fool...
OOC:
Looking for a potential target to butter up? :DRolls
Notice: d6 - Roll - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (2) = 2
Dec 12, 2022 5:45 am
Going past the basement and a short walk later, he hears voices coming from up ahead and around the corner of the building. He peeks around and notices a covered, large wagon in the alleyway, with several workers carrying goods from the wagon into the various areas of business the building over. They seem to be boxes of food, barrels of liquor, and other items needed to keep the bars and restaurants hopping throughout the night.
Dec 12, 2022 4:05 pm
Inside the Gambling Den | Elaine (Fail)~
Despite scanning the crowd thoroughly, you've no idea who this Julia Sardou could be, or if she's even here! But the only cost to your failure is time, of which you have some to burn yet.
As for a group of folk with noble bearing--why yes, there in the center of the floor; a group of young women laughing delightedly as they play cards.
"Full suite!" she laughs as she lays down her hand and collects her winnings.
Despite scanning the crowd thoroughly, you've no idea who this Julia Sardou could be, or if she's even here! But the only cost to your failure is time, of which you have some to burn yet.
As for a group of folk with noble bearing--why yes, there in the center of the floor; a group of young women laughing delightedly as they play cards.
Noble Gambler
Dec 12, 2022 4:10 pm
Peeking down the Side Alley | Issac ~
Four laborers begin to roll the kegs through a large, barn door sized entry, clattering over the cobbles.
A fifth man leans on one of the wagons large wheels, smoking his pipe. He looks about the Alley, peering into the shadows for signs of trespassers--but he has the look of an average, bored worker, not a guard of any sort.
Four laborers begin to roll the kegs through a large, barn door sized entry, clattering over the cobbles.
Back Alley Laborer
OOC:
The three ways of entry have been established, so if Issac takes any of them, what does he do?!Dec 12, 2022 7:58 pm
let's see, falling to death, lurking about in the dark, or direct access. No brainier there.
Issac moves toward the fifth man, in a direct, but non threatening manner. "Hey, buddy. I don't know what kind of operation you're running here, but you look like you're damn near falling asleep. Boss wants me to relieve you, says youre too slow in getting the goods out. These places are poppin' and it's all about getting the customers what they need, asap!"
After a few seconds "What are you still doing here?! Go, go , go!" pointing a finger and waving him to leave.
Issac moves toward the fifth man, in a direct, but non threatening manner. "Hey, buddy. I don't know what kind of operation you're running here, but you look like you're damn near falling asleep. Boss wants me to relieve you, says youre too slow in getting the goods out. These places are poppin' and it's all about getting the customers what they need, asap!"
After a few seconds "What are you still doing here?! Go, go , go!" pointing a finger and waving him to leave.
OOC:
I was thinking of trying Performance here, if that works.Rolls
Performance - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (1) = 1
1d6 : (61) = 7
Dec 12, 2022 8:44 pm
Back Alley Loading Door | Issac ~
Issac, you startle the man when you approach. He coughs on his pipe and stands at attention.
"Wait, the boss...?"He looks you up and down--the rapier at your hip (and the way it suites you), your swagger, and your aggressive confidence.
He's a Red Hand enforcer!
"Right! Ah, sorry sir. It's my first week. Ah, just, Vigo and Kurts are still unloading. You'll just, want to have them return the wagon when they're done, sir."
He gives an awkward salute and walks toward the mouth of the alley, hunching his shoulders.
Back Alley Laborer
"Wait, the boss...?"
OOC:
...Rolling...(Success)He's a Red Hand enforcer!
Back Alley Laborer
He gives an awkward salute and walks toward the mouth of the alley, hunching his shoulders.
Rolls
Performance 7 v Man way under qualified for the position he finds himself in... - (1d6, RA)
(2) = 2
Dec 12, 2022 8:56 pm
The Gambling Den, Back Halls | Issac ~
Issac, you can her Vigo and Kurts grunting and dragging things about in a store room.
You also come across an open stairway that leads down to a dark basement, and, finally, a swinging door that sounds like ot leads to the loud, crowded gambling hall.
Issac, you can her Vigo and Kurts grunting and dragging things about in a store room.
You also come across an open stairway that leads down to a dark basement, and, finally, a swinging door that sounds like ot leads to the loud, crowded gambling hall.
Dec 13, 2022 11:23 pm
Elaine is somewhat perplexed by seeing a company of young noble ladies playing poker, but she decides to treat it as a blessing in disguise - hopefully they would be more welcoming to her than, say, rough-hewn workers. The louder one seems rather boisterous, and big winnings do incite bragging and untie tongues... As long as Elaine doesn't have to play to prove her mettle or something along these lines. She is terrible at poker - acting comes to her easy, but bluffing? A different matter entirely.
She nods to Aloys, letting him know her intent in a quick whisper, and then heads straight for the table in the center, leaving her companion to conduct his own investigation for now. Deciding that a straightforward approach might be the best, she then steps right up to the table, loudly coughing to attract the attention of the gamblers. "Excuse me, ladies? Does any of you happen to know someone named Julia Sardou?"
She nods to Aloys, letting him know her intent in a quick whisper, and then heads straight for the table in the center, leaving her companion to conduct his own investigation for now. Deciding that a straightforward approach might be the best, she then steps right up to the table, loudly coughing to attract the attention of the gamblers. "Excuse me, ladies? Does any of you happen to know someone named Julia Sardou?"
Last edited December 13, 2022 11:24 pm
Dec 14, 2022 6:12 pm
At the Large Card Table | Elaine ~
The women look up at you, their laughter tapering off.
"Julia, Sardou, was it?" She looks at her friends. "Should we know her?"
She shrugs, "Perhaps she's a berger, new money?"
"Hmmm. I doubt it. If she was worth knowing we would know her." She turns to Elaine. "Join us. We could use an injection of coin. Maybe if we chat I'll recall why that name sounds so ticking familiar. " She smiles at Elaine, a sly.
The women look up at you, their laughter tapering off.
Noble Gambler
Noble Gambler
Noble Gambler
Dec 15, 2022 2:05 am
Going along with his original train of thought, Issac goes through the swinging door, and blends into the crowded gambling hall.
Dec 16, 2022 5:21 pm
The Gambling Hall ~
Issac, you'd defiantly be able able to pick Elaine and Aloys out in the crowd--they're the two, over there, standing next to the table of young, noble looking women playing an overly complicated card game.
You'd also take in the following scene, much like Elaine did before you:
Issac, you'd defiantly be able able to pick Elaine and Aloys out in the crowd--they're the two, over there, standing next to the table of young, noble looking women playing an overly complicated card game.
You'd also take in the following scene, much like Elaine did before you:
[ +- ] The Gambling Hall Interior
The converted warehouse is one massive open space, high ceilinged, and heavy beamed. The floor is dotted with large, felt covered tables where dozens of folk play overly complicated card games. Servers carry drinks from the massive, blocky bar in the back to the gamblers and scattered about the room. A far corner of the space is occupied by recessed alcoves where blurry eyed townsfolk smoke from long, bone and wood pipes. The air smells of sweet wine, dirty coin, and bitter herbs.
There seems to be no singular class of people represented here--to your eye there are aristocrats elbow to elbow with laborers and guilds folk; off duty town guards gambling with persons whom you'd assume live outside the law; and farmers sharing drinks with city dwellers, judging by their garb.
Issac, you'd notice, within the first few moments since you've entered, several "under the table" transactions occur as well.
And of course, cat-eyed toughs, slowly walking through keeping an eye on everything.
There's also a stair in the back that leads up to what was likely once a supervisor's office.
There seems to be no singular class of people represented here--to your eye there are aristocrats elbow to elbow with laborers and guilds folk; off duty town guards gambling with persons whom you'd assume live outside the law; and farmers sharing drinks with city dwellers, judging by their garb.
Issac, you'd notice, within the first few moments since you've entered, several "under the table" transactions occur as well.
And of course, cat-eyed toughs, slowly walking through keeping an eye on everything.
There's also a stair in the back that leads up to what was likely once a supervisor's office.
Dec 18, 2022 3:43 am
Elaine narrows her eyes at the woman with curly hair, immediately suspicious of the sly glint in her eyes, weighing the chances of this lady being Julia and simply hiding her identity. It's not impossible, and she does seem intense enough, with her playful comment only fueling Elaine's guess. But perhaps the musketeer is jumping to conclusions based on personal experience - not everyone hides their identities, after all. At least not in a literal sense.
"I'd rather not. I know my gambling abilities, and they'll only serve to make me destitute," she snorts. "Not to mention that the only money I have on me is copper, and you seem like high stake players..." Elaine gives it a pause, feigning thinking it over while actually discreetly examining the table, taking note of the cards. "Although if you are willing to take copper, how about a different kind of gambling - a bet? I bet that if you let me watch you play once, I will be able to perfectly replicate your playstyle in the next game. Provided, of course, that the game you choose isn't just luck; hard to have a set playstyle with those."
"I'd rather not. I know my gambling abilities, and they'll only serve to make me destitute," she snorts. "Not to mention that the only money I have on me is copper, and you seem like high stake players..." Elaine gives it a pause, feigning thinking it over while actually discreetly examining the table, taking note of the cards. "Although if you are willing to take copper, how about a different kind of gambling - a bet? I bet that if you let me watch you play once, I will be able to perfectly replicate your playstyle in the next game. Provided, of course, that the game you choose isn't just luck; hard to have a set playstyle with those."
OOC:
If they agree, the plan was to use my Jack-Of-All-Trades to get Gambling skill (or maybe Performance?) and impress them by imitation next game.Last edited December 18, 2022 3:44 am
Dec 19, 2022 5:58 pm
The Gambling Hall, Elaine's Gamble ~
Folk form nearby tables, or those just milling about, catch wind of this interesting proposal. A gentle murmur ripples through them.
She smiles at Elaine, but it has a bit of an edge. "An intriguing idea..."
Surely this is a woman who loves to play odds. "I accept. But come now, a copper? Let us bet on what hold value to you--information." She shares looks with her friends.
A pleased nod.
A flush of excitement.
She motions to an empty chair. "Please, sit. I am Diane Delsarte. And I assure you, we are playing a game of great skill: Tinker's Workshop. The goal is to build hands based on patterns shown by the dealer. Clocks are always wild."
"Here is what we shall do: my friends and I shall play three hands. Then you shall play three hands. If you can 'replicate' my style, as you say, I shall give you a true answer for each hand you win. But, should you lose all the hands, then you will answer three of my questions."
"Do we have a deal?"
O.K., we'll do it like this. Use Jack-of-all Trades to get a Gambling Trait! We'll also say that the span of time this will take encompasses the "One Hour" as noted in the Edge--so, you can make TWO J-O-A-T rolls here.
Once you're satisfied with your JOAT roll, then go ahead and make your 1 gambling roll. We will count raises as "how many hands" you've won. So the more raises you get the more questions she'll answer! A basic success she will answer one question truly.
Does that seem fair to you?!
Folk form nearby tables, or those just milling about, catch wind of this interesting proposal. A gentle murmur ripples through them.
Noble Gambler
Surely this is a woman who loves to play odds. "I accept. But come now, a copper? Let us bet on what hold value to you--information." She shares looks with her friends.
Noble Gambler
Noble Gambler
Diane Delsarte
"Here is what we shall do: my friends and I shall play three hands. Then you shall play three hands. If you can 'replicate' my style, as you say, I shall give you a true answer for each hand you win. But, should you lose all the hands, then you will answer three of my questions."
"Do we have a deal?"
OOC:
I love your idea, :DO.K., we'll do it like this. Use Jack-of-all Trades to get a Gambling Trait! We'll also say that the span of time this will take encompasses the "One Hour" as noted in the Edge--so, you can make TWO J-O-A-T rolls here.
Once you're satisfied with your JOAT roll, then go ahead and make your 1 gambling roll. We will count raises as "how many hands" you've won. So the more raises you get the more questions she'll answer! A basic success she will answer one question truly.
Does that seem fair to you?!
Dec 21, 2022 5:39 am
Seeing people starting to focus on Elaine's table, Issac sees this as an opportunity to check out the back stair that leads to an office.
Dec 21, 2022 7:34 pm
The Back Stair | Issac ~
The back stair of rough, wooden planks leads up to an equally rough hewn catwalk. The stairs are of a variety that double back on themselves, and a man sits a stool on the small landing.
His arms are crossed at his chest, and his eyes scan the crowd below slowly. Blades hang from his belt, and he has the appearance of a man who knows how to use them.
On the catwalk is a room with a dimmed window, and a heavy door that leads to said room. The light up there is dim.
The back stair of rough, wooden planks leads up to an equally rough hewn catwalk. The stairs are of a variety that double back on themselves, and a man sits a stool on the small landing.
Stair Guard
On the catwalk is a room with a dimmed window, and a heavy door that leads to said room. The light up there is dim.
Dec 22, 2022 9:54 pm
Elaine moves to sit at the table, though not quite able to hold herself back from first examining the chair for anything suspicious - wine stains, mostly, not truly expecting anything worse. It's not exactly that she is squeamish, it's just... the place. The idea that they're dealing with criminals (which might not be the case, but the kernel of doubt is always present) that makes her irrationally worried. Might also have to deal with her being proactive and away from her companions: aside from the whole baron-saving and following daring escape, it's been ages since she had to do anything this taxing.
She listens attentively to the explanation, without a single interruption, then nods sharply. "Alright. While I'm uncertain what information you're looking to win here, considering our rather short acquaintance, I accept your bet." Elaine pauses, then quirks her brow at Diane, the tiniest hint of a challenging smile on her lips. "I do sincerely hope that you are above deliberately losing your plays to sabotage mine."
The musketeer shifts in her seat, straightens her scarf (it is gold, but it's not like only Golden Coats wear golden scarves) and crosses her arms, preparing to watch what is certainly to be an illuminating display of local card game with a strangely thematic to her mission name.
She listens attentively to the explanation, without a single interruption, then nods sharply. "Alright. While I'm uncertain what information you're looking to win here, considering our rather short acquaintance, I accept your bet." Elaine pauses, then quirks her brow at Diane, the tiniest hint of a challenging smile on her lips. "I do sincerely hope that you are above deliberately losing your plays to sabotage mine."
The musketeer shifts in her seat, straightens her scarf (it is gold, but it's not like only Golden Coats wear golden scarves) and crosses her arms, preparing to watch what is certainly to be an illuminating display of local card game with a strangely thematic to her mission name.
OOC:
Edit: aww, this was almost a raise. But I don't think I'll get better with a reroll, so I'm fine with this. XDLast edited December 22, 2022 10:04 pm
Rolls
Smarts: d10 - Roll - (1d10, 1d6, RA)
1d10 : (8) = 8
1d6 : (2) = 2
Gambling: d6 - Roll - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (61) = 7
Dec 23, 2022 1:58 pm
The Gambling Hall, Tinker's Workshop Table ~
The hands are dealt, three to be exact. It's a complicated game. The deck is full of odd but charming cards with names like The Gear Cat and Celestial Alignment. It's also a long game...
Elaine ~
You watch for over an hour as Diane, one after the other, defeats her gambling partners in three games on Tinker's Workshop.
When the time comes to deal you in, incredulous onlookers gather close. The first two hands you play are over relatively fast--Diane coming out ahead. But the last game...
...oh ho. An hour in and the crowd is hushed. Hour and a half and sweat has tracked Diane's perfect makeup.
"It is like you play against yourself, Diane. She's actual--"
"Shut. Up. Liliane."
Liliane frowns.
As the final cards are tuned, the crowd can't help but give a mighty cheer for Elaine. For she's perfectly played and beaten the noble woman. The result of the game: one of the more complex hands of the night has been played. The dealer collects the cards with an appreciative nod, and folk gathered round exchange coin, won and lost, on the side bets they'd made on this wager.
"So. Ask your questions. I would like to retire for the night. I am bored." She awaits your question, Elaine.
Issac ~
What have you been doing during this time? Or what shall you be doing as Elaine claims her answer?
The hands are dealt, three to be exact. It's a complicated game. The deck is full of odd but charming cards with names like The Gear Cat and Celestial Alignment. It's also a long game...
Elaine ~
You watch for over an hour as Diane, one after the other, defeats her gambling partners in three games on Tinker's Workshop.
When the time comes to deal you in, incredulous onlookers gather close. The first two hands you play are over relatively fast--Diane coming out ahead. But the last game...
...oh ho. An hour in and the crowd is hushed. Hour and a half and sweat has tracked Diane's perfect makeup.
Noble Gambler
Diane Delsarte
Liliane
As the final cards are tuned, the crowd can't help but give a mighty cheer for Elaine. For she's perfectly played and beaten the noble woman. The result of the game: one of the more complex hands of the night has been played. The dealer collects the cards with an appreciative nod, and folk gathered round exchange coin, won and lost, on the side bets they'd made on this wager.
Diane Delsarte
Issac ~
What have you been doing during this time? Or what shall you be doing as Elaine claims her answer?
Dec 23, 2022 8:53 pm
looks like he's looking for trouble. Happy to oblige. Issac takes out one of his throwing daggers and pricks his finger with it to draw blood. He smears a bit of his face with said blood, sheaths the dagger, and quickly heads toward the man in a distressed manner "Oh thank the Clockmaker I found you! Some bastards by the entrance nicked me and took my hard earned coin! They may still be here, you have to go find them and get my earnings back!"
OOC:
persuasion/performance?Dec 26, 2022 6:41 pm
The Stair Landing ~
The man straightens as you approach. He squints at you in the dim light, his hand hovering near a blade hilt. "What's this...?"
He is a trusted guard and not easily fooled...it's not too late to back out now, thought he will be rather angry at an attempted tricking...
If you want to commit, make your roll at -2 (we'll say the dim light gives some sauce to your performance), and succeed at a contest (he's gonna be using a well trained die value...)!
Issac, your fate is in your hands.
Stair Guard
He is a trusted guard and not easily fooled...it's not too late to back out now, thought he will be rather angry at an attempted tricking...
OOC:
Let's roll w/ Issac's forte, and say Performance! O.K., this is a trusted guard for sure--which is why he is stationed where he is stationed. This man is likely not to leave his post just for any old commotion. He's hired on his Spirit in knowing what's up. If you want to commit, make your roll at -2 (we'll say the dim light gives some sauce to your performance), and succeed at a contest (he's gonna be using a well trained die value...)!
Issac, your fate is in your hands.
Dec 28, 2022 2:33 am
OOC:
here goes nothing!Rolls
Performance - (1d6-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d6-2 : (65) - 2 = 9
1d6-2 : (3) - 2 = 1
Dec 29, 2022 4:00 pm
On the Dim Stairway | Issac ~
As you draw closer, the Stair Guard does his best to determine if you're putting him on...
His nerves are up. He better not be putting me on......But he is convinced. He looks at Issac, then down into the crowd below. "You stay here," he says to the musketeer. "I mean it. You. Do. NOT. Move." The guard hustles down the stairs, and waves over two other guards. They push their way through the crowd toward the front door.
As you draw closer, the Stair Guard does his best to determine if you're putting him on...
Stair Guard
OOC:
...rolling...Rolls
Pro Stair Guard Spirit v. TN9 - (1d8, RA)
(5) = 5
Dec 29, 2022 5:47 pm
"Oh, thank you kind sir! Not at all. I will stay right here to make sure you bring back my coin."
Issac watches the guard and his men move toward the front. Once out of sight ... He. Moves.
Stealthily toward the room with the dim light and tries to make out who or what is inside.
Issac watches the guard and his men move toward the front. Once out of sight ... He. Moves.
Stealthily toward the room with the dim light and tries to make out who or what is inside.
OOC:
Stealth/Notice required?Dec 30, 2022 3:32 pm
OOC:
Let's say you've made all the checks you need to make! Instead, tell us how you investigate. Set the scene for us; what's the camera see?Dec 30, 2022 8:08 pm
Issac crouches low and makes his way below the window, easing up to see if he can see through the dim light. A multitude of shadows but no discernable shape that looks human. He slowly makes his way to the door and places his ear against it. No discernable sounds either. In fact, silent.
hmm, perhaps the question is not who, but what was the man guarding?
He places his hand against the door, and with a slight push it gives. Pressing more firmly it opens with enough passage for him to slink in. With a final look outside to make sure no one is watching, he gently shuts the door.
hmm, perhaps the question is not who, but what was the man guarding?
He places his hand against the door, and with a slight push it gives. Pressing more firmly it opens with enough passage for him to slink in. With a final look outside to make sure no one is watching, he gently shuts the door.
Last edited December 30, 2022 8:08 pm
Dec 31, 2022 8:48 am
Elaine sighs quietly as she lets the card slide back onto the table, giving one last look to them as she gathers her thoughts. The attention of the crowd, while certainly pleasing to her ego, is also a testament to a grave miscalculation: this is hardly an inconspicuous reconnaissance mission at this point, and despite the observers being distracted by coin and bickering over lost and won bets, she doubts there is no one ready to eavesdrop nearby. Asking something too important is out of the question - so initial plan it is.
"Not as fond of observing as of playing?" She quirks her brow at Diane, a slight jab at the woman's sudden claims of boredoms just after losing a wager, and then gestures around them at the patrons of the establishment. "My question remains the same: do you know anything of Julia Sardou? You said the name sounded familiar, and I'd appreciate any information you have of her current location."
Elaine pauses, then clears her throat: "...Unless you want me to word it as a single question?" There is a hint of genuine hesitation in her tone, like she fully expects Diane to require a strictly worded question, like some mysterious djihn from a fairy tale asking for a wish.
"Not as fond of observing as of playing?" She quirks her brow at Diane, a slight jab at the woman's sudden claims of boredoms just after losing a wager, and then gestures around them at the patrons of the establishment. "My question remains the same: do you know anything of Julia Sardou? You said the name sounded familiar, and I'd appreciate any information you have of her current location."
Elaine pauses, then clears her throat: "...Unless you want me to word it as a single question?" There is a hint of genuine hesitation in her tone, like she fully expects Diane to require a strictly worded question, like some mysterious djihn from a fairy tale asking for a wish.
Jan 2, 2023 7:37 pm
The Gambling Table | Elaine ~
Diane plasters a fake smile on her face--not threatening, just trying to show she's unaffected by a woman she believes to be of lower station than her own.
"Julia Sardou. Indeed."
Seeing the gambling is over, folks begin to loose interest and drift away, or are pulled back to their own games.
Diane pulls a caped ink pen from he voluminous skirts, as well as a small card. She begins to write an address on the card. "Julia Sardou is the type of woman whom one would rather not have to associate with, but is forced to on occasion." She hands you the card."Her trade is in information. And she is honest, if lowborn." Her voice drops. "She is a safer person to do business with, than those who--um--own this establishment. But I would still not cross her if I were you. Well there you have it. Your winnings."
Elaine, a slight pressure in your head, like ascending too quickly in an airship...
@FlyingSucculent Make a Smarts roll against TN 5)
Diane Delsarte
"Julia Sardou. Indeed."
Seeing the gambling is over, folks begin to loose interest and drift away, or are pulled back to their own games.
Diane pulls a caped ink pen from he voluminous skirts, as well as a small card. She begins to write an address on the card. "Julia Sardou is the type of woman whom one would rather not have to associate with, but is forced to on occasion." She hands you the card.
[ +- ] The Card
Malet & Magnier Money Lenders & Investors - 1214, Cutlers Row
Diane
Elaine, a slight pressure in your head, like ascending too quickly in an airship...
OOC:
(...rolling... @FlyingSucculent Make a Smarts roll against TN 5)
Rolls
??? - (1d6, RA)
(5) = 5
??? - (1d8, RA)
(1) = 1
Jan 2, 2023 7:54 pm
"The Office" in the Gambling Den | Issac ~
The room is dimly lit from a bank of windows high in the side wall. Illuminated is a large, oak desk covered in sheets of parchment, paper, and an expensive looking ink well & pen. A portrait hangs on the wall behind the desk--it gives you the impression of a fellow of authority, perhaps the vain owner of this room!
A safe is also on the floor behind the desk, with four separate tumblers! Expensive and sophisticated.
A door is in the back of the room--it's heavy with an iron bar locking it from inside the room you're in.
The room is dimly lit from a bank of windows high in the side wall. Illuminated is a large, oak desk covered in sheets of parchment, paper, and an expensive looking ink well & pen. A portrait hangs on the wall behind the desk--it gives you the impression of a fellow of authority, perhaps the vain owner of this room!
[ +- ] Portrait
A door is in the back of the room--it's heavy with an iron bar locking it from inside the room you're in.
OOC:
Let us know IC or OOC what you do!Jan 2, 2023 8:13 pm
The Workshop of Vinicio Lorino, Master Leather Worker | Sans Visage ~
Sans, Mathis gently shakes you awake.
"Come now ( @Dr_B ) Sans. His finished his work."
If you follow Mathis out into the main workroom, you'd see the following:The master is putting away his tools, in the flickering light of a gear lamp. On the heavy table is a startling lifelike leather mask. It's displayed on a wooden head, showing its full shape and suppleness.
"Amando." Master Lorino turns to you as you enter. He points to an oil painting on the wall, of a young man, in his prime, handsome and full of life. There mask holds a slight resemblance to the painting.
"I must admit a truth. My reasons for helping were not fully selfless. You say you try to live honorably. And something compels me to believe you. I feel you are a quest of importance. Of significance."
"So was my Amando. He wasn't drafted into the Duchy Wars. He went willingly, 'to protect his people' he'd say--those who can't fight, or who shouldn't. I don't know if his cause was honorable, or foolish. But he was a good man. Sincere and strong. So please, take this small resemblance of him back into the world, and be kind and righteous in your dealings."
"There you have it. No charge, please."
Sans, Mathis gently shakes you awake.
Mathis Baumé
If you follow Mathis out into the main workroom, you'd see the following:
Vinicio Lorino
"Amando." Master Lorino turns to you as you enter. He points to an oil painting on the wall, of a young man, in his prime, handsome and full of life. There mask holds a slight resemblance to the painting.
"I must admit a truth. My reasons for helping were not fully selfless. You say you try to live honorably. And something compels me to believe you. I feel you are a quest of importance. Of significance."
"So was my Amando. He wasn't drafted into the Duchy Wars. He went willingly, 'to protect his people' he'd say--those who can't fight, or who shouldn't. I don't know if his cause was honorable, or foolish. But he was a good man. Sincere and strong. So please, take this small resemblance of him back into the world, and be kind and righteous in your dealings."
"There you have it. No charge, please."
Jan 2, 2023 11:58 pm
Still a little drowsy from his interrupted sleep, Sans tries to grasp the significance of the master craftsman's words, and to comprehend the perfection of his leather creation.
His gaze goes from the portrait, to the mask. He steps slowly to the wooden display head. He tentatively extends his hand to touch the magnificent artifact, in which Lorino seems to have infused not only all his mastery of the craft, but also a level of artistry and emotion that only a deep personal involvement can render possible.
His fingers follow the exquisite contours, the detailed stitching, the clever folds creating almost an illusion of life. He admires the ingenious arrangement of the straps, conceived in angle and direction to alleviate the discomfort of the wearer.
When he speaks, his voice cracks with emotion, such is the powerful effect this incredible item has on him. "Master Lorino... this is... this is not a craftsman's item. It is more, like the sculpture of an artist... Or a spell from a master magician... You breathed life into this leather..."
He looks at the man, "Something tells me... this might be your best work... Something you should be remembered by. And you have done it for me, a perfect stranger? I couldn't possibly find adequate repayment for this masterpiece... Not in a lifetime! and you say you don't want to charge for it ?!?..."
He turns again to the mask, and delicately undoes the straps to free it from the wooden head. He puts the mask on with trembling hands, adjusting the straps. The fit couldn't be more perfect, it is as if the mask had been on his face for years, taking the shape of his disfigured features. It is nothing short of miraculous.
Just wearing it, he feels the weight of the hundreds and thousands of looks that rested on his countenance lifted in a single moment.
He turns to face a mirror hung on the workshop wall, and holds his breath. Because staring back at him in the mirror he sees a human face, and no longer a disfigured freak.
The tears he tried to suppress now flow freely, some finding their way through the mask eye sockets, making the masterpiece even more life-like with the tears running on its leathery surface.
"I will wear Amando's face with honor and respect. May my actions always be worthy of his memory," he whispers in a pledge.
"You have my eternal gratitude, Master Lorino. I suspected that much, and now I know for sure: it is the Clockmaker who led my steps to you."
His gaze goes from the portrait, to the mask. He steps slowly to the wooden display head. He tentatively extends his hand to touch the magnificent artifact, in which Lorino seems to have infused not only all his mastery of the craft, but also a level of artistry and emotion that only a deep personal involvement can render possible.
His fingers follow the exquisite contours, the detailed stitching, the clever folds creating almost an illusion of life. He admires the ingenious arrangement of the straps, conceived in angle and direction to alleviate the discomfort of the wearer.
When he speaks, his voice cracks with emotion, such is the powerful effect this incredible item has on him. "Master Lorino... this is... this is not a craftsman's item. It is more, like the sculpture of an artist... Or a spell from a master magician... You breathed life into this leather..."
He looks at the man, "Something tells me... this might be your best work... Something you should be remembered by. And you have done it for me, a perfect stranger? I couldn't possibly find adequate repayment for this masterpiece... Not in a lifetime! and you say you don't want to charge for it ?!?..."
He turns again to the mask, and delicately undoes the straps to free it from the wooden head. He puts the mask on with trembling hands, adjusting the straps. The fit couldn't be more perfect, it is as if the mask had been on his face for years, taking the shape of his disfigured features. It is nothing short of miraculous.
Just wearing it, he feels the weight of the hundreds and thousands of looks that rested on his countenance lifted in a single moment.
He turns to face a mirror hung on the workshop wall, and holds his breath. Because staring back at him in the mirror he sees a human face, and no longer a disfigured freak.
The tears he tried to suppress now flow freely, some finding their way through the mask eye sockets, making the masterpiece even more life-like with the tears running on its leathery surface.
"I will wear Amando's face with honor and respect. May my actions always be worthy of his memory," he whispers in a pledge.
"You have my eternal gratitude, Master Lorino. I suspected that much, and now I know for sure: it is the Clockmaker who led my steps to you."
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Jan 4, 2023 7:20 pm
Lorino's Workshop ~
Vinicio nods in agreement, though a man of a different faith. "It was our Ancestors, surely." He extends his right arm to Sans Visage, offering an arm that would wield a sword were he in a different profession. "And yes, I know your actions will be worthy..."
"If there is ever anyway I can help you, you know where to find me."
Mathis nods from the workshop doorway, where the sky has begun to turn orange over the rooftops beyond.
"Where to my friend," he asks Sans. "How shall we find the others?"
Vinicio Lorino
"If there is ever anyway I can help you, you know where to find me."
Mathis Baumé
"Where to my friend," he asks Sans. "How shall we find the others?"
Jan 4, 2023 11:19 pm
Dr_B says:
He turns to the others, "Let's split up. Mathis and I will meet you once we manage to find the right craftsman and get something from them. They will no doubt need more than a day to craft the thing. See that gaslight, at the back of those stables? Meet there in two days, at midday?"
He responds to Vinicio's arm shake earnestly. "Master Lorino, I will be back. One day, when I will be at liberty to tell you my name and to properly express my appreciation of your gift. Until then, farewell."
He follows Mathis in the streets, raising his hood without pulling its cord to tighten it, but simply to conceal the mask straps some.
Sans walks, observing the reactions of the passers-by to his new appearance, trying to take the measure of how much he can blend in with Lorino's masterful creation over his ruined features.
Jan 5, 2023 2:42 am
Issac looks over the room, whistling as he spots the complex safe, Either there's actually something important in there, or it's a clever ruse to make us think so
He closely rifles over the papers on the desk and through the drawers, seeing if there's anything of interest, perhaps a smoking quill that can clear our name
Isaac's eyes drift back to the portrait, at first examining the drawing of the man to see if he can ascertain who it is, then gently lifting it to look behind and see if there's anything hidden.
Lastly, he goes to the door with the lock, forcing it open with a heavy pull and peeking inside.
He closely rifles over the papers on the desk and through the drawers, seeing if there's anything of interest, perhaps a smoking quill that can clear our name
Isaac's eyes drift back to the portrait, at first examining the drawing of the man to see if he can ascertain who it is, then gently lifting it to look behind and see if there's anything hidden.
Lastly, he goes to the door with the lock, forcing it open with a heavy pull and peeking inside.
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Jan 6, 2023 9:01 am
Elaine takes the card, examining and committing the address to her memory before pocketing it. "Thank you. Both for the answer and the additional information about Julia Sardou - while I do not plan on dealing with her myself, I'll be sure to pass your advice to my associates. It's never not worth it to be more careful when trading in knowledge..." She looks at Diane. "Something you seem to enjoy taking risks in, I must say. Regardless, this was a pleasure." Elaine stands up from the table, and after a slight hesitation gives the three women a slight bow. "I'll take my leave now, so have a nice night, ladies."
She is about to step away, starting to scan the crowd for Aloys so she can announce her new knowledge to him, when the sudden lightheadedness catches her off-guard.
She is about to step away, starting to scan the crowd for Aloys so she can announce her new knowledge to him, when the sudden lightheadedness catches her off-guard.
Last edited January 6, 2023 9:01 am
Rolls
Smarts: d10 - Roll - (1d10, 1d6, RA)
1d10 : (7) = 7
1d6 : (2) = 2
Jan 6, 2023 2:10 pm
The Back Rooms | Issac ~
Looks like the papers all over the desk are little more than accounts, numbers, and debt records...
You find the door leads to a short, dark hallway. At the end of the hall is spiral stair, that you can safely assume leads to the roof.
As noted, you study the portrait of the man......and as you remove the portrait from the wall your instincts prove to be good! A cleverly hidden compartment is set into the wall behind the portrait. Inside are rolled and bound letters. If you sift through them, it'd quickly become evident that there are compromising letters, likely used for blackmail.
And there, the last one you open: it's a letter clearly discussing the kidnapping of one Jonathan Jullien, a junior Gold Coat.
Looks like the papers all over the desk are little more than accounts, numbers, and debt records...
You find the door leads to a short, dark hallway. At the end of the hall is spiral stair, that you can safely assume leads to the roof.
As noted, you study the portrait of the man...
OOC:
...he's got the look of a shady fellow, one who likes to keep their identity secret...so a Common Knowledge (-2 for a 'criminal underworld' familiarization penalty) can be made. But it'd be clear to you whoever he is he's the owner of this office, and likely a criminal...And there, the last one you open: it's a letter clearly discussing the kidnapping of one Jonathan Jullien, a junior Gold Coat.
[ +- ] An Excerpt
...he is known as Jonathan Jullien, a man with dark curls and tall of stature. He will be asking around town for one 'Gaël Carré', and will be seeking information regarding a potential spy. This is, of course a ruse, a fake mission I've sent him on. Take him, deliver him to the Dyers, and you will be paid the fee you've requested. But do NOT trust the Dyers to be able to hold him--so keep your men with them. And DO NOT kill him until I contact you...
...burn this letter or you will regret it...
...burn this letter or you will regret it...
Jan 6, 2023 2:44 pm
The Gaming Floor | Elaine ~
You lightheadedness lost for mere seconds, but is enough to cause slight vertigo. Your mental fortitude allows you to quickly regain your composure.
You're left with...an impression?... of someone having attempted to probe your mind, like a shadowing fingers trying to sift through the papers of your brain.
Aloys' hand appears at your elbow.
"Elaine, are you alright? What is it?!" He casts suspicious glances round the crowded room. The gathered crowd is now fully dispersed and the noble gambling women are gathering the winnings, chatting amongst themselves, and preparing to retire for the evening.
You lightheadedness lost for mere seconds, but is enough to cause slight vertigo. Your mental fortitude allows you to quickly regain your composure.
You're left with...an impression?... of someone having attempted to probe your mind, like a shadowing fingers trying to sift through the papers of your brain.
Aloys
"Elaine, are you alright? What is it?!" He casts suspicious glances round the crowded room. The gathered crowd is now fully dispersed and the noble gambling women are gathering the winnings, chatting amongst themselves, and preparing to retire for the evening.
Jan 6, 2023 3:20 pm
The Streets of Wichop | Sans ~
Mathis walks beside you, hat pulled low, and wooden pipe clutched in his teeth. He casts glances at you from time to time.
"I'd never suspect it was a mask, from any distance."
His words prove true, as walking down the cramped streets it's clear to you that none of the townsfolk give you more than a first, passing glance. Certainly nothing in their looks indicate that they're surprised or off put by what they see under your hood, should they look. The early morning folk you pass simply go about their tasks, treating meeting you in the streets as they would any of their neighbors.
Mathis comments, gesturing with his pipe at the folk you pass. "It's like they don't know a vast conspiracy is afoot, that could uproot their lives, and we're the only ones who can stop it." He chuckles.
He squints at you in the pale morning light. "Do you really have no memory of who you are? Come now, Sans; is that true?" He takes the edge off the question with a companionable smile.
Mathis Baumé
"I'd never suspect it was a mask, from any distance."
His words prove true, as walking down the cramped streets it's clear to you that none of the townsfolk give you more than a first, passing glance. Certainly nothing in their looks indicate that they're surprised or off put by what they see under your hood, should they look. The early morning folk you pass simply go about their tasks, treating meeting you in the streets as they would any of their neighbors.
Mathis Baumé
He squints at you in the pale morning light. "Do you really have no memory of who you are? Come now, Sans; is that true?" He takes the edge off the question with a companionable smile.
Jan 6, 2023 10:53 pm
"You wouldn't believe what a strange feeling this mask gives me... I grew used to people staring at me in pity... derision or even disgust... or averting their gaze altogether," he reflects, in an almost dream-like tone. "I can... blend in!"
He considers Mathis' question. "When the Acolytes of the Clockmaker found me, nearly dead," he begins, "well... the old me died on the flagstones of that alleyway. The thing they carried to their monastery to heal was an empty husk. My previous self had been killed, and with it all his memories. Had I still possessed a face... I would not recognize it in the mirror... My name, my origins... my family... all gone. "
He looks at his companion as they walk the cobbled streets. "Sometimes I pray that I didn't have a family, before... children. Or a woman. I cannot bear the thought of being alive and not being able to find them, tell them - to end their desperate search, or their mourning... Not being able to put food on their table... or help them." he shakes his head. Clearly, from the tone of his voice, he has gone to this dark place many times before.
He considers Mathis' question. "When the Acolytes of the Clockmaker found me, nearly dead," he begins, "well... the old me died on the flagstones of that alleyway. The thing they carried to their monastery to heal was an empty husk. My previous self had been killed, and with it all his memories. Had I still possessed a face... I would not recognize it in the mirror... My name, my origins... my family... all gone. "
He looks at his companion as they walk the cobbled streets. "Sometimes I pray that I didn't have a family, before... children. Or a woman. I cannot bear the thought of being alive and not being able to find them, tell them - to end their desperate search, or their mourning... Not being able to put food on their table... or help them." he shakes his head. Clearly, from the tone of his voice, he has gone to this dark place many times before.
Jan 7, 2023 5:30 am
Hands gripping that last letter more tightly as he continues to read it, he doesn't sense the grin on his face that's formed until completing the final, damning word.
smoking quill indeed. Hell, the thing is ablaze.
In the back of the compartment he finds a small leather case that's able to store the rolled up letters, ensconcing it in the small of his back.
He then enters through the heavy door, closing it behind him, and moves towards the spiral staircase.
smoking quill indeed. Hell, the thing is ablaze.
In the back of the compartment he finds a small leather case that's able to store the rolled up letters, ensconcing it in the small of his back.
He then enters through the heavy door, closing it behind him, and moves towards the spiral staircase.
Rolls
Common Knowledge* - (1d4-2, 1d6-2, RA)
1d4-2 : (2) - 2 = 0
1d6-2 : (5) - 2 = 3
Jan 8, 2023 6:34 pm
Walking the Streets | Sans ~
Mathis listens to you, his face intent. He leaves a trail of pipe smoke in his wake.
"I must be honest; I'd not thought of that possibility 'til now--that there could be a family waiting..." He trails off for a moment.
"If you were half the man you are, I'd be confident that they'd know you'd only be kept away if it was against your choice. For what it's worth."
Your walking has taken you, unbeknownst to you, rather close to the warehouse gambling den... Roof of the Gambling Den | Issac ~
The spiral stair takes you up to a hatch that's unlocked. Opening it you'd find yourself on the large, mostly empty rooftop. The sound of cooing pigeons would catch your ear--followed closely by a grating voice, like grinding metal in a hollow tube.
"Halt. Please." A gear stands, still as a statue only a few meters from the hatch. It's covered in birds, and its carapace is fairly stained by their droppings. It sounds bored.
Mathis Baumé
"I must be honest; I'd not thought of that possibility 'til now--that there could be a family waiting..." He trails off for a moment.
"If you were half the man you are, I'd be confident that they'd know you'd only be kept away if it was against your choice. For what it's worth."
Your walking has taken you, unbeknownst to you, rather close to the warehouse gambling den...
OOC:
Take a Benny for your fantastic, thought provoking Interlude!The spiral stair takes you up to a hatch that's unlocked. Opening it you'd find yourself on the large, mostly empty rooftop. The sound of cooing pigeons would catch your ear--followed closely by a grating voice, like grinding metal in a hollow tube.
Gear
OOC:
Take a Benny for Issac's constant Impulsive behavior. This fellow is always doing and poking at things, in swashbuckling fashion! Jan 9, 2023 2:36 am
OOC:
I was gonna say this as a follow-up to Elaine's next post, but I want to keep the Benny Energy (the Benergy™️) up.Elaine gets a Benny too, for yet another inventive, off the cuff, imagination injecting use of skill! Such Elaine flavor!
Jan 9, 2023 5:23 am
OOC:
Haha, thanks! No one's more inventive than a lazy person trying to stay lazy.Elaine sighs deeply and straightens up. "Anyway, I got the address of the woman you told us about, as well as a warning to be careful when dealing with her. We should return to Issac and then find Sans, before anything else... unnatural occurs. Hopefully I'm just imagining things, but with how our luck's been lately - probably not."
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Jan 10, 2023 1:12 am
Street Outside the Gambling Den | Elaine ~
Aloys walks with you out the front door of the den. The early morning air like a splash of cool water after the crowded, cramped hall.
You pass the two bouncers on your way to the cobblestreet.
Aloys chatters quietly to you as the two of you go. "I did get an odd feeling in there. Like I was being observed by someone with rude thoughts toward me."
He pushes his hand through his messy hair. "I thought it was because we were on a secret mission, so I was sensitive to others. But perhaps you're right. I too wouldn't know the feeling if it bite me on the--oh HEY, there's Mathis!"
Aloys points to the street at the corner of the Gambling hall, where two men walk away from the rising sun, toward you.
One is clearly Mathis, pipe clutched in his teeth.
The other is a hooded man with a placid face...
Aloys walks with you out the front door of the den. The early morning air like a splash of cool water after the crowded, cramped hall.
You pass the two bouncers on your way to the cobblestreet.
Aloys
He pushes his hand through his messy hair. "I thought it was because we were on a secret mission, so I was sensitive to others. But perhaps you're right. I too wouldn't know the feeling if it bite me on the--oh HEY, there's Mathis!"
Aloys points to the street at the corner of the Gambling hall, where two men walk away from the rising sun, toward you.
Mathis Baumé
Hooded Man
Jan 10, 2023 4:44 am
Issac is startled by the almost ghost like appearance of the Gear, but quickly regains his composure. "Well, hello there." Giving the machine a once over, "How long have you been..." twirling his hand around at the locale, "at your post?"
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Gracias for the benny! #getintoevenmoreswashbucklingshenanigans2023Last edited January 10, 2023 4:46 am
Jan 10, 2023 8:53 am
Elaine warily eyes the hooded figure, already on edge and less than willing to entertain some new acquaintance Mathis might have made while they were gone. Not to mention the glaring absence of Sans at his side... She catches herself on the thought, then squints suspiciously at the stranger's face. It's rather difficult to see the details when looking against the sunrise, and her lack of depth perception doesn't help the matter.
"Hey... Mathias." She greets the other musketeer with a wave, then considers if she should add anything. If the hooded man is Sans - and she can't for sure say that he isn't, - then he'd probably be insulted at not being acknowledged. Or would he take it as a compliment? They did go to craft a mask, so it's quite possible to be what's happening - but if it's not, then she'd just make a fool of herself...
Elaine is so preoccupied by this conundrum that she promptly fails to say anything for a whole minute, plenty of time for the two men to approach.
"Hey... Mathias." She greets the other musketeer with a wave, then considers if she should add anything. If the hooded man is Sans - and she can't for sure say that he isn't, - then he'd probably be insulted at not being acknowledged. Or would he take it as a compliment? They did go to craft a mask, so it's quite possible to be what's happening - but if it's not, then she'd just make a fool of herself...
Elaine is so preoccupied by this conundrum that she promptly fails to say anything for a whole minute, plenty of time for the two men to approach.
Jan 11, 2023 1:20 am
"Aloys! Elaine! Don't tell me you don't recognize a fellow Coat?" he calls, in a mock-outraged tone. In reality, he is thrilled that his new appearance might trick even his companions, well-acquainted with him.
"I present you..."
He pauses for effect, then slowly removes his hood...
"The new visage of Sans Visage!" he concludes with a theatrical flourish.
"I present you..."
He pauses for effect, then slowly removes his hood...
"The new visage of Sans Visage!" he concludes with a theatrical flourish.
Jan 11, 2023 8:17 am
Elaine breathes out in relief, her problem having resolved itself by the way of the familiar voice coming from under the hood, and a further confirmation by the man himself.
"It looks very well, Sans," she leans forward to examine the mask more closely, a small smile on her lips at seeing how excited her fellow musketeer is about it. "I wouldn't notice anything amiss. Whoever you found to make it did a great job."
She glanced over her shoulder. "We should probably go and find Issac. He wasn't allowed to come in the bar we picked, so I'm not entirely sure where he is... But I did get the address of Julia Sardou, and we can go and investigate it once we're all together again."
"It looks very well, Sans," she leans forward to examine the mask more closely, a small smile on her lips at seeing how excited her fellow musketeer is about it. "I wouldn't notice anything amiss. Whoever you found to make it did a great job."
She glanced over her shoulder. "We should probably go and find Issac. He wasn't allowed to come in the bar we picked, so I'm not entirely sure where he is... But I did get the address of Julia Sardou, and we can go and investigate it once we're all together again."
Jan 11, 2023 7:58 pm
Gambling Den Roof | Issac ~
No answer to your question for a moment. There's a sense of gears turning, perhaps the slightest audible whir.
"3 years, 7 months, 12 days, 23 hours, and 15 seconds," they respond with their echo voice. "17 seconds. 18..."
"Anyway, Halt. I am to kill anyone who trespasses on this roof. No one is to break in," they point to the hatch, "via that hatch. I can throw you off the roof. That is explicitly allowed." Their hands begin to bunch into fists. "I am not to let you flee. Sorry."
Quote:
"How long have you been..." twirling his hand around at the locale, "at your post?"Gear
"3 years, 7 months, 12 days, 23 hours, and 15 seconds," they respond with their echo voice. "17 seconds. 18..."
"Anyway, Halt. I am to kill anyone who trespasses on this roof. No one is to break in," they point to the hatch, "via that hatch. I can throw you off the roof. That is explicitly allowed." Their hands begin to bunch into fists. "I am not to let you flee. Sorry."
Jan 13, 2023 9:58 pm
Thinking quickly "Ah, but there is fault in your logic. You explicitly stated 'break in'. I didn't. I broke out. And so I am no threat." Looking at the Gear's fists, "Feel free to relax those meat tenderizers, and perhaps we can talk? I imagine you've been lonely up here for the past 3 years, 7 months, 12 days, etc., etc...?" Issac states in a friendly, non-threatening manner.
Jan 14, 2023 12:21 am
Elaine says:
But I did get the address of Julia Sardou, and we can go and investigate it once we're all together again."Where can Issac be? Still inside, you think? We could try calling..." he cups his hands and lets out a call, looking aroundl "Isss- sac!"
He pauses to listen.
Last edited January 14, 2023 12:22 am
Rolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (4) = 4
Jan 17, 2023 1:14 am
The Gambling Den Rooftop | Issac ~
You'd hear internal gears slow--*tick, tick, tick*--then speed up again. The gear uncluntches their fists. "You are right. I won't confront you."
Their shoulders slump with a grating sound. "Since I won't be killing you, I will listen to you instead."
A shout from the street reaches the gears 'ears,' though who knows if human ears are good enough to pick the sound up as well...
Gear
Their shoulders slump with a grating sound. "Since I won't be killing you, I will listen to you instead."
A shout from the street reaches the gears 'ears,' though who knows if human ears are good enough to pick the sound up as well...
Jan 17, 2023 4:11 pm
OOC:
Notice to see if I hear SansLast edited January 17, 2023 4:14 pm
Rolls
Notice * - (1d4, 1d6, RA)
1d4 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (1) = 1
Jan 18, 2023 1:31 pm
He stays poised, listening to the noises in the street, then shakes his head. "Maybe still inside. Let's wait for him, I am sure he will not be long."
Out of habit, he starts stepping into the shade of a nearby doorway to avoid his looks attracting too much attention, then forces himself to stop.
You can stand proud among your peers, now... you lucky bastard, what a gift Master Lorino has bestowed upon you... he thinks with an inner smile.
Out of habit, he starts stepping into the shade of a nearby doorway to avoid his looks attracting too much attention, then forces himself to stop.
You can stand proud among your peers, now... you lucky bastard, what a gift Master Lorino has bestowed upon you... he thinks with an inner smile.
Jan 18, 2023 4:15 pm
The Rooftop | Issac ~
The gear whirs and ticks. "I have a name but I don't recall it at the moment. I'll find the spool that contains it in a bit, I'm sure. I guard M. Gérard Héroux's office--he's what humans call a criminal--and he just calls me Gear."
Pigeons land on their shoulder and coo as they extend their metal hand to shake yours, asking your name in turn.
"The work is fulfilling, even though I've only killed six people." A rusty *screech* as they point past your head, Issac, to the horizon beyond the town. "The view is worth it."
If you turn to look, not only do you see the beautiful purples and reds of the rising sun but you also notice three air-skiffs escorting a larger air-galleon growing on the horizon, headed for the town.
"Ooo," says the gear. "They fly the royal insignia. Must be official business. Or a parade of ships."
Gear
Pigeons land on their shoulder and coo as they extend their metal hand to shake yours, asking your name in turn.
"The work is fulfilling, even though I've only killed six people." A rusty *screech* as they point past your head, Issac, to the horizon beyond the town. "The view is worth it."
If you turn to look, not only do you see the beautiful purples and reds of the rising sun but you also notice three air-skiffs escorting a larger air-galleon growing on the horizon, headed for the town.
"Ooo," says the gear. "They fly the royal insignia. Must be official business. Or a parade of ships."
Jan 18, 2023 10:16 pm
Elaine looks back at the alleyway with some wariness, but Sans' more or less nonchalant attitude reassures her enough to quench the desire to go back and search for their absent colleague. Hopefully if things do go wrong for their quick-witted friend, it'll cause enough of a commotion that they will be alarmed one way or another.
So she joins Sans and Mathias in waiting on the street, placing herself next to the former and pulling her cloak tighter around her. It's not the familiar golden one, of course, but the morning is somewhat chilly and it still provides some comfort just by virtue of being warm. Not as much as the scarf, however... The silence is a little awkward though, so after a while Elaine hesitantly speaks up: "What exactly are we going to do when we get to Julia? Do we simply ask her what's going on, what we are pursued for? Or do we word it more... discreetly?"
So she joins Sans and Mathias in waiting on the street, placing herself next to the former and pulling her cloak tighter around her. It's not the familiar golden one, of course, but the morning is somewhat chilly and it still provides some comfort just by virtue of being warm. Not as much as the scarf, however... The silence is a little awkward though, so after a while Elaine hesitantly speaks up: "What exactly are we going to do when we get to Julia? Do we simply ask her what's going on, what we are pursued for? Or do we word it more... discreetly?"
Jan 19, 2023 5:03 am
Issac admires the changing colors of the early morning sky, soaking them in for a moment. Almost regretfully, he turns his eyes to the other interesting sight and quirks an eyebrow at the oncoming fleet of airships, could be for us, could be nothing.
"Gear, pleasure to meet you. You can call me Issac. Can I perhaps interest you in a proposition? Come work for us. Use your murderous talents where they'll be needed instead of rusting away up here. I can't guarantee the morning views will always be as captivating, but you'll be able to finally use your murderous talents, and in a more positive light no less, instead of rusting away up here."
"Gear, pleasure to meet you. You can call me Issac. Can I perhaps interest you in a proposition? Come work for us. Use your murderous talents where they'll be needed instead of rusting away up here. I can't guarantee the morning views will always be as captivating, but you'll be able to finally use your murderous talents, and in a more positive light no less, instead of rusting away up here."
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Jan 19, 2023 5:35 pm
The Rooftop | Issac ~
The gear whirs. "Mmm, Issac: 10 minutes and 27 seconds ago, someone called your name from the street below."
A grinding sound as they turn their head to look at the hatch. "We did have a handshake deal--no contract was signed." A hollow rumble you can assume is a sigh. "Very well. I will join you. We can climb down over there." They point to the side of the building, where you would have climbed up before, Issac.
Gear
A grinding sound as they turn their head to look at the hatch. "We did have a handshake deal--no contract was signed." A hollow rumble you can assume is a sigh. "Very well. I will join you. We can climb down over there." They point to the side of the building, where you would have climbed up before, Issac.
Jan 20, 2023 12:05 am
Elaine de Valien says:
"What exactly are we going to do when we get to Julia? Do we simply ask her what's going on, what we are pursued for? Or do we word it more... discreetly?"Jan 20, 2023 3:14 am
my name?! It must be the others. "Gear, can you take me to where you heard my name called? Those are most likely my companions. I can introduce you to them."
As they head down, "Tell me, how did you get to be in the employ of Mr. M. Gerard Heroux?"
As they head down, "Tell me, how did you get to be in the employ of Mr. M. Gerard Heroux?"
Jan 20, 2023 3:41 pm
Alley Leading to the Main Road | Issac ~
Your boots hit the dirt of the alley, your surroundings in shadow; the brightness of the street beckons you.
The gear heads for the alley mouth, and the waiting sunshine. "When M. Heroux bought his manner he found me in woods on his land," they say in response. "I was watching a small spring bubbling from the earth. Must have been there awhile."
"He offered me a better place to stand, so I accepted." The two of you exit the alley, stepping onto the cobbled street.
Looking around, quick, would show you the others, huddled together and awaiting your arrival Issac.
Your boots hit the dirt of the alley, your surroundings in shadow; the brightness of the street beckons you.
Gear
"He offered me a better place to stand, so I accepted." The two of you exit the alley, stepping onto the cobbled street.
Looking around, quick, would show you the others, huddled together and awaiting your arrival Issac.
Jan 22, 2023 4:10 am
"Information dealers are probably not easily scared." Elaine frowns. "At least I assume so. Can't deal in secrets if you go spilling them easily... And I was advised by the person who gave me her address to thread cautiously. Maybe we wouldn't all go meeting with her and leave someone on lookout? Or spy on her for a bit... I don't know, it's all too much planning, you all are better at this."
She sighs and leans onto the wall near the doorway where Sans almost stepped to hide earlier. "I almost wish I could write to my dad and have it all resolved with the signature person in a high place said so."
She sighs and leans onto the wall near the doorway where Sans almost stepped to hide earlier. "I almost wish I could write to my dad and have it all resolved with the signature person in a high place said so."
Jan 22, 2023 5:57 am
Issac heads toward his companions. With a grin, "Lady and gents, I am back. I'd like to introduce you to a new friend, this is Gear. Gear, this is Elaine, Aloys, Mathias, and...". As he looks his friends over, the grin falters when resting on the stranger's face. It takes him a moment of pondering, it can't be?! ... "Sans!? You son of an unwed mother, I leave you for two seconds and you go and get a new face?" In a more serious tone, "I am happy for you my friend, I hope it eases your pain."
With a gesture of his thumb pointing back, "Along with our new friend, I've found some damning evidence we should go over. How did your investigations go?"
With a gesture of his thumb pointing back, "Along with our new friend, I've found some damning evidence we should go over. How did your investigations go?"
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Jan 22, 2023 8:22 am
Elaine balks slightly at the sight of an anthropomorphic gear - apparently also named Gear, which is quite a leap of imagination from whoever named them, - but gathers herself and nods in greeting, warily glancing at the machine from time to time but trying not to seem too suspicious. "Hello, Gear. And welcome back, Issac; I am glad to see you still have all of your integral organs. What were you doing while we were inside?.."
Elaine reaches into her pocket to present him the address she acquired, but then pauses her motion halfway in hesitation: "I did discover the directions we needed, but I don't think it is particularly safe to discuss these things in the open, especially now that it's approaching daylight. Should we catch up on the way, to attract less attention?"
Elaine reaches into her pocket to present him the address she acquired, but then pauses her motion halfway in hesitation: "I did discover the directions we needed, but I don't think it is particularly safe to discuss these things in the open, especially now that it's approaching daylight. Should we catch up on the way, to attract less attention?"
Jan 23, 2023 6:40 pm
"Aye Elaine, agreed. Gear, is there someplace you recommend where we can gather without prying eyes?"
Glancing at the sky as they move on, "Not to worry anyone, but there is a fleet of air-skiffs heading this way, escorting a larger air-galleon. I'm sure that won't be troublesome at all." Issac quips.
Glancing at the sky as they move on, "Not to worry anyone, but there is a fleet of air-skiffs heading this way, escorting a larger air-galleon. I'm sure that won't be troublesome at all." Issac quips.
Jan 23, 2023 11:17 pm
Issac says:
"Sans!? You son of an unwed mother, I leave you for two seconds and you go and get a new face?" In a more serious tone, "I am happy for you my friend, I hope it eases your pain."Sans glances to spot the aerial fleet, but does not see it - then he turns to look at Gear, curious to see what it will respond, and how sophisticated its understanding and speech abilities are.
Jan 24, 2023 2:32 am
Gear
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A half hour later and the party finds themselves in a small 'park' beside one of the towns gurgling streams. The garden is walled in by cracked brick, and can easily be crossed in just a few, long strides.
A single, tall tree casts shade from the corner of the enclosure.
Aloys
Mathis Baumé
Gear
The place is obviously safe from prying eyes and eavesdropping.
Jan 25, 2023 3:05 pm
Sans sits down and removes his mask, feeling the relief of the fresh air on his ruined face - but also the new, strange sensation of being more vulnerable without it...
A mask plays strange tricks on one's mind... Only wore it for a few hours, and already I feel more protected when it is on my face...
He looks across at the clockwork automaton, curious to see if the sudden change in his aspect will confuse it.
"Er... Issac, how can we be sure our metal friend here isn't set to... I don't know, stab us in our sleep? We're taking quite a risk taking it with us... especially in the delicate predicament we're in?..."
A mask plays strange tricks on one's mind... Only wore it for a few hours, and already I feel more protected when it is on my face...
He looks across at the clockwork automaton, curious to see if the sudden change in his aspect will confuse it.
"Er... Issac, how can we be sure our metal friend here isn't set to... I don't know, stab us in our sleep? We're taking quite a risk taking it with us... especially in the delicate predicament we're in?..."
Jan 25, 2023 11:32 pm
"Fair point Sans, I'm hopeful though that the enem... well, bodyguard of my enemy is, hopefully, a friend."
Gesturing at the paperwork container, "And let me tell you, I found quite the trove on our enemy, a Mr. M. Gérard Héroux, including a note about the missing junior Gold Coat."
Gesturing at the paperwork container, "And let me tell you, I found quite the trove on our enemy, a Mr. M. Gérard Héroux, including a note about the missing junior Gold Coat."
Jan 26, 2023 1:23 pm
Gear
Mathis Baumé
Jan 26, 2023 9:26 pm
Looking at Mathis, "Aye, and who's to say the 'Maker didn't give these machines free will too? You said it yourself, we're *wound* to run our course. Who knows that experience better then a Gear?" making a spinning circle motion with his finger.
"This philosophizing is making me thirsty.". Issac pulls out his flask, "Gear, which variant are you? The kind that pisses alcohol or oil"?
"This philosophizing is making me thirsty.". Issac pulls out his flask, "Gear, which variant are you? The kind that pisses alcohol or oil"?
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World building anyone? ;-)Last edited January 26, 2023 9:29 pm
Jan 27, 2023 3:13 pm
Mathis Baumé
Gear
After answering Issac, the gear turns back to 'staring off.'
Aloys
He wipes his blade down with a rag, then sheaths it. "Those ships Issac saw could be Captitaine Alarie and any number of lackeys."
Jan 27, 2023 10:12 pm
"Ha! This clockwork marvel's got quite a mouth on him!" he chuckles, hearing the automaton's response. "Oh well, if we are to trust him..." he shrugs.
Then turning to Issac, "What is it you learned about Jullien, the Gold Coat that the traitor Capitaine sent North?"
Then turning to Issac, "What is it you learned about Jullien, the Gold Coat that the traitor Capitaine sent North?"
Jan 28, 2023 3:00 am
Elaine remains quiet where she is perched atop a low stone wall, hands folded over knees and a pensive look on her face. She seems briefly interested in the conversation about Gear, but her expression sours when Mathis raises the topic of machines and souls - clearly philosophical debates are not to her taste right now. She then murmurs something probably not very flattering about men and alcohol, and sighs in relief when Aloys turns the topic back on track.
"M. Gérard Héroux," she repeats to herself, committing the name to memory while simultaneously trying to remember if she has ever heard it before. "Who exactly is he, Issac? I don't recall having a man with this name as my enemy. Then again, I also didn't expect half of the Gold Coats to be my enemies either..."
"M. Gérard Héroux," she repeats to herself, committing the name to memory while simultaneously trying to remember if she has ever heard it before. "Who exactly is he, Issac? I don't recall having a man with this name as my enemy. Then again, I also didn't expect half of the Gold Coats to be my enemies either..."
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Feb 2, 2023 4:32 am
With a frown, on second thought, Issac puts his flask away.
"Outside of being a criminal of some note, the man is a mystery to me as well, but he clearly holds a grudge against the Gold Coats." At that, Issac takes out the documents he found in the safe, saving the note about Jullien for last, and hands them to his companions to look over.
"Gear, do you know anything of monseur Héroux or the Gold Coat Jullien? Perhaps their whereabouts?"
"Outside of being a criminal of some note, the man is a mystery to me as well, but he clearly holds a grudge against the Gold Coats." At that, Issac takes out the documents he found in the safe, saving the note about Jullien for last, and hands them to his companions to look over.
"Gear, do you know anything of monseur Héroux or the Gold Coat Jullien? Perhaps their whereabouts?"
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Feb 3, 2023 4:21 pm
Gear
"If I cared for gambling, I'd put money on Heroux only caring about wealth. If it makes you feel better, it's likely your brother's kidnapper and / or murder is not personal to him. I know nothing about Jullien's whereabouts, unfortunately for him."
Aloys
"Guilds have warehouses, chapter houses, and the like," he offers.
Feb 4, 2023 11:45 am
"Indeed..."
He addresses Gear directly, "How well do you know this town, my Philosophe Mecanique? Have you heard of the Dyers Guild, and where they operate from? Perhaps your former employer asked you to escort him there, in the past?"
He addresses Gear directly, "How well do you know this town, my Philosophe Mecanique? Have you heard of the Dyers Guild, and where they operate from? Perhaps your former employer asked you to escort him there, in the past?"
Feb 5, 2023 12:02 am
Gear
"I enjoy all the questions I'm getting, and wish I could be of more useful. I'm sorry I did not get to kill anyone in more helpful places during my time as a crime lords sentry." If a voice could frown, Gear's would be.
Feb 5, 2023 3:28 pm
Sans nods to the construct. "In that case, we will find the Guild together..." Hmm... this killing machine might be hard to control... bringing death seems to be deeply rooted in its sense of duty... he ponders.
He looks at Gear. "I want you to take a good look at us, my metal friend. I don't know how you would do it, but... remember our faces, our clothing. We are NOT the ones to kill, agreed?"
Then he turns to his comrades, "Now... My guess is... the Dyers will need the running water of a stream or river, for their trade. And a river is harder to hide than a warehouse, don't you think?"
He stands up, "we find a river, and it might lead us to this mysterious Guild..."
He looks at Gear. "I want you to take a good look at us, my metal friend. I don't know how you would do it, but... remember our faces, our clothing. We are NOT the ones to kill, agreed?"
Then he turns to his comrades, "Now... My guess is... the Dyers will need the running water of a stream or river, for their trade. And a river is harder to hide than a warehouse, don't you think?"
He stands up, "we find a river, and it might lead us to this mysterious Guild..."
Feb 8, 2023 1:31 am
"Do we actually want to find the Guild?" Elaine frowns at the ground, absent-mindedly dangling her feet against her fence perch. "From the sounds of it, they aren't exactly on our side. And while it might be worth to gather information on them, perhaps we can start it with some less..." She waves her fingers in the air. "Less dangerous methods. Willingly coming into the lion's den is a bit too bold for a group of essentially fugitives, isn't it?"
She grimaces, belatedly realizing how her lack of desire to look for Jullien might seem. "Not that I don't think we should avoid them altogether, of course. But we have the address of that informant woman, right? She might be able to tell us where they operate, not to mention generally shine some light on the situation. I have to admit, I still don't entirely understand what is happening here; or how we are connected to it, aside from being the ones to learn of the Captaine's deal. But hunting us down seemed like an overreaction..." She almost pouts at the last sentence.
She grimaces, belatedly realizing how her lack of desire to look for Jullien might seem. "Not that I don't think we should avoid them altogether, of course. But we have the address of that informant woman, right? She might be able to tell us where they operate, not to mention generally shine some light on the situation. I have to admit, I still don't entirely understand what is happening here; or how we are connected to it, aside from being the ones to learn of the Captaine's deal. But hunting us down seemed like an overreaction..." She almost pouts at the last sentence.
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Feb 8, 2023 8:38 am
"Yes, gathering more information is probably a prudent move. Let's go see the informant, and hear what we can learn from her. What leverage do you think we should try? " he asks his companions. "Is money what makes her tick? Or do we scare her?... Maybe pretend we are from the Guild and need more of her special kind of trade?"
Feb 8, 2023 4:52 pm
Aloys
Mathis Baumé
Gear
OOC:
Let's say the rest of the decision making is made as the party makes their way to the informant. As Elaine ( @FlyingSucculent ) has the business card and address, I imagine she'd be leading the way. So....what does Elaine see when they arrive? What does the building look like to the musketeers? Anything unique about it?!
Feb 17, 2023 2:43 am
Elaine reluctantly leads the group through the quickly waking up streets of the town, trying to navigate their way to the informant's address without attracting too much attention from the local guards. It's a bit of a struggle to be discreet, considering that they are a group of five armed people and a gear, but she tries to keep to the alleyways and backstreets as much as possible to minimize the risks - and although it causes some navigational issues in the process, at least they aren't stopped by law enforcement before reaching their destination.
Cutlers Row turns out to be a high class street, glaringly so - the houses are sturdier and richly decorated, the pavement is clear of any trash, there are even pots with flowers and a small fountain surrounded by elegant metal benches, its water relatively clean and shining in the morning sun. It might not be as impressive as the streets of the capital, but for Wichop Crossroads this street seems like the height of luxury, and fancy sighs of antique shops, jewelry stores and mechanic workshops pepper the houses.
The building Julia Sardou is supposedly located in is a tall green house with a stained glass window, behind which one might see space with a vaguely office-like feeling to it: a large room lined with bookcases and kitschy red sofas. A large bronze sign hangs above its heavy door, indicating it to be Malet & Magnier Money Lenders & Investors in a font so cursive it's actually slightly hard to read. It looks well-maintained, so certainly the company doesn't lack in funds - or at least have enough of them to project wealth to attract potential partners.
...And it certainly doesn't look like a place either of the musketeers (or the gear) would visit on their own.
Cutlers Row turns out to be a high class street, glaringly so - the houses are sturdier and richly decorated, the pavement is clear of any trash, there are even pots with flowers and a small fountain surrounded by elegant metal benches, its water relatively clean and shining in the morning sun. It might not be as impressive as the streets of the capital, but for Wichop Crossroads this street seems like the height of luxury, and fancy sighs of antique shops, jewelry stores and mechanic workshops pepper the houses.
The building Julia Sardou is supposedly located in is a tall green house with a stained glass window, behind which one might see space with a vaguely office-like feeling to it: a large room lined with bookcases and kitschy red sofas. A large bronze sign hangs above its heavy door, indicating it to be Malet & Magnier Money Lenders & Investors in a font so cursive it's actually slightly hard to read. It looks well-maintained, so certainly the company doesn't lack in funds - or at least have enough of them to project wealth to attract potential partners.
...And it certainly doesn't look like a place either of the musketeers (or the gear) would visit on their own.
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Hope this works! Thought I'd make it an unfitting scene for our group; maybe we can pretend to be interested in getting investors for some made up business. XDFeb 17, 2023 11:40 pm
Sans whistles at the sight of the classy green building and at its sign. "Not too shabby..."
He looks at the others, "Hmm... I suddenly feel a little underdressed for the occasion... maybe whoever goes in there could bring Gear as a bodyguard... surely it would bring credibility to someone impersonating a rich patron visiting this establishment."
He looks at the others, "Hmm... I suddenly feel a little underdressed for the occasion... maybe whoever goes in there could bring Gear as a bodyguard... surely it would bring credibility to someone impersonating a rich patron visiting this establishment."
Feb 18, 2023 7:19 pm
Aloys
"Ah, no offense," he says, remember Sans' scars and Elaine's missing eye compared to his rugged good looks. "Anyway, who's going to be going in...?"
Gear
Feb 18, 2023 7:34 pm
He turns to look at Elaine.
"Well... You are the better-spoken among us, and seem to have a way with the upper classes..." he leaves the suggestion hanging.
"Well... You are the better-spoken among us, and seem to have a way with the upper classes..." he leaves the suggestion hanging.
Feb 18, 2023 10:17 pm
Nodding at Sans's suggestion, "I played a few rich, aristocrats on Years of our Existence, but I believe it would come more naturally to you Elaine. And Gear would certainly be able to protect you."
Feb 19, 2023 10:02 am
"That's true, you could also crack this, with your thespian inclinations!" he says, patting Issac on the shoulder.
"Maybe the two of you could make a splendid double act?" he offers, addressing both Issac and Elaine.
"Maybe the two of you could make a splendid double act?" he offers, addressing both Issac and Elaine.
Feb 20, 2023 12:12 am
Elaine seems to be trying to subtly hide somewhere behind Gear's massive metallic body while they talk, but as the others turns to her she stills and guiltily tugs on her scarf, examining the ground under her feet as if it was going to save her from being the designated public face of the group.
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Sending me?" Elaine visibly shudders at the thought of having to actually put in an effort beyond a simple game of cards. Or perhaps it's because of the fancy house, which despite her noble roots is still somewhat intimidating? It's probably both. "I wouldn't even know what to say to this Julia, even if we meet her. And it's not like we have a reason to just come in and ask for a meeting..."
She leaves her scarf alone, then sighs and looks back at the house. "...I guess if we go together we can at least give each other more time to bluff if needed. But what about you three? Are you going to simply wait outside? Or-" Elaine glances at the trees next to the house. "Or do what Issac did earlier? Investigate?"
"Are you sure this is a good idea? Sending me?" Elaine visibly shudders at the thought of having to actually put in an effort beyond a simple game of cards. Or perhaps it's because of the fancy house, which despite her noble roots is still somewhat intimidating? It's probably both. "I wouldn't even know what to say to this Julia, even if we meet her. And it's not like we have a reason to just come in and ask for a meeting..."
She leaves her scarf alone, then sighs and looks back at the house. "...I guess if we go together we can at least give each other more time to bluff if needed. But what about you three? Are you going to simply wait outside? Or-" Elaine glances at the trees next to the house. "Or do what Issac did earlier? Investigate?"
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Feb 23, 2023 4:37 am
With a lopsided grin on his face, Issac bows deeply to Elaine "Madam, meet Ignacio Wilmington Esparanzo IV, theater director extraordinaire, with his trusted protege/executive producer Elana Cordisar, and their stalwart bodyguard, Grut."
Looking over the lovely building, "We can say we're scouting locations for our next play, and came across this exquisite building. Perhaps Julia can be persuaded to give us a tour?
While distracted with our charade, Sans and Aloys, mayhap you can do some investigating as Elaine mentioned."
Looking over the lovely building, "We can say we're scouting locations for our next play, and came across this exquisite building. Perhaps Julia can be persuaded to give us a tour?
While distracted with our charade, Sans and Aloys, mayhap you can do some investigating as Elaine mentioned."
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Grut with two dots over the u of course.Last edited February 23, 2023 4:38 am
Feb 23, 2023 10:42 pm
Aloys
"Pleased to meet you Monsieur Esparanzo," he grins. "And you, mademoiselle Cordisar," he says with a bow over Elaine's hand.
"Mathis and I will follow Sans' lead out here."
Mathis Baumé
OOC:
First, Elaine take a Benny for your Hesitant nature :P Second, if no objections we'll roll with this and transition to...
...the front door of the stainglass building opens with a creak.
Valet
"Appointment only, I'm afraid. We're not expecting anyone today, so no solicitations thank you very much," he says with confidence in his voice. Confidence that speaks to an above average spirit.
OOC:
No roll needed...for now. Let's just see how this goes. Where do we find Aloys, Mathis and Sans?
Feb 23, 2023 10:48 pm
Sans and his fellow Coats withdraw to the concealing shadows of a nearby awning from which they can observe the door of the classy establishment.
"Let's wait here, we need to ensure they gain access first, for the diversion to begin. Then... it's sneaking time..."
"Let's wait here, we need to ensure they gain access first, for the diversion to begin. Then... it's sneaking time..."
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they postpone their action until they are certain the Formidable Thespian Duo are on stage!Feb 24, 2023 5:03 am
Issac walks in through the open door, dismissing the valet at first. He has his hands positioned in a faux camera pose, looking through them as if taking pics, in a low, excited voice just loud enough for the valet to hear, "Yes, yes I think this will be perfect!"
He stops suddenly, turns, and heads back to the valet, putting an arm around the man's shoulder, "Look about you monseur! What do you see?" Not waiting for an answer, "I see the perfect location for our new play, coming this Fall, 'An Imperfect Conspiracy', holding his hands out to display the title as if on a marquee. Arm back on the man's shoulder, leading him further in to the lobby, "Thrills, chills, action, humour! Your establishment will be as famous as the ones from The Lighting and Psychotic!"
His excited tone tempered slightly to a more businesslike one, "Quickly, we must speak to the proprietor of the establishment, Lady Julia I was told?" looking at Elaine for her to confirm.
He stops suddenly, turns, and heads back to the valet, putting an arm around the man's shoulder, "Look about you monseur! What do you see?" Not waiting for an answer, "I see the perfect location for our new play, coming this Fall, 'An Imperfect Conspiracy', holding his hands out to display the title as if on a marquee. Arm back on the man's shoulder, leading him further in to the lobby, "Thrills, chills, action, humour! Your establishment will be as famous as the ones from The Lighting and Psychotic!"
His excited tone tempered slightly to a more businesslike one, "Quickly, we must speak to the proprietor of the establishment, Lady Julia I was told?" looking at Elaine for her to confirm.
Feb 24, 2023 10:54 pm
Valet
"It sounds like that could be a lot of hustle and bustle to endure, and I'm sure my master would be quiet disturbed by all the noise and movement..."
He looks, hard, for money in your words and appearace, glancing over Elaine and the gear as well.
Feb 25, 2023 5:30 am
Disbelief leaps into Issac's face, "Anyone? ... Good sir, I am Ignacio Wilmington Esparanzo IV, theater director extraordinaire. I am known for quick, painless, and masterful productions."
He gets in close to the valet's face, eye to eye, "But more importantly, I am known for making those who work with me quite profitable afterword. Think of me as the Guillermo Ferrari of theatre, minus the eccentricity."
He gets in close to the valet's face, eye to eye, "But more importantly, I am known for making those who work with me quite profitable afterword. Think of me as the Guillermo Ferrari of theatre, minus the eccentricity."
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Mar 1, 2023 10:19 pm
In the doorway to Malet & Magnier Money Lenders & Investors...
The valet smiles at the mention of coin, and the happines coin will bring his master.
He squints at the party one more time. "Very well...follow me. But don't touch anything."
*
The valet leads you through the building, the stain glass casting colored prisms on the lightly stained wood. You arrive at a small, spartan office. A woman sits at a desk, working from a ledger.
The valet introducers you all to her.
She casts a thoughtful look. "As Gaston noted, we usually work on appointment only... so be quick--I'm busy." She studies the three before her with a piercing gaze.
She is obviously less believing than her servant, and like to test her spirit against anything that rings as a lie to her ears.
Valet
He squints at the party one more time. "Very well...follow me. But don't touch anything."
*
The valet leads you through the building, the stain glass casting colored prisms on the lightly stained wood. You arrive at a small, spartan office. A woman sits at a desk, working from a ledger.
The valet introducers you all to her.
?
She is obviously less believing than her servant, and like to test her spirit against anything that rings as a lie to her ears.
Mar 1, 2023 10:33 pm
"They're in... let the show begin..." he tells Mathis and Aloys. "Let's see if this place has a back door, or basement windows..."
He sets off followed by the others, pretending to be a casual passer by, but reconnoitering the perimeter of the fancy building in search of an alternate way in.
He looks for basement windows, loading trapdoors, service doors, or even guttering to climb to a higher window.
He sets off followed by the others, pretending to be a casual passer by, but reconnoitering the perimeter of the fancy building in search of an alternate way in.
He looks for basement windows, loading trapdoors, service doors, or even guttering to climb to a higher window.
Mar 3, 2023 3:00 am
With a smile, Issac gives a bow to the woman and sits at the chair in front of her desk. "Lady Julia, I presume?". Without waiting for confirmation, and with a piercing gaze to match her own, "As I told your man servant, I want to use your location for our next play. I see you're a businesswoman, so let me get down to specifics. Every previous location we've used has seen at least a three fold increase in their customer base. People are always curious about celebrity, and this is no exception. Even if my play is a spectacular failure..." at this he leans in closer, "and I assure you madam, it will be the opposite, you will still get business."
Issac leans back "I'm quick, in and out, this will take at most a few days. We need some exterior shots, a few interior shots, we'll take care of lighting, setwork, teardown and cleanup after. We can provide food and drink, non-alcoholic, for your people while here, as a courtesy."
Giving a genuine smile, "That's my pitch, as they say. I can get the paperwork soon. Do you agree?"
Issac leans back "I'm quick, in and out, this will take at most a few days. We need some exterior shots, a few interior shots, we'll take care of lighting, setwork, teardown and cleanup after. We can provide food and drink, non-alcoholic, for your people while here, as a courtesy."
Giving a genuine smile, "That's my pitch, as they say. I can get the paperwork soon. Do you agree?"
Mar 4, 2023 10:11 pm
Walking the outside of the building Sans and Co. avoid any unwanted attention.
A thorough walk around finds no discernable entrance to a basement, but there is a back door that's accessible from a small garden. There is also a solid looking drainpipe that leads all the way up to steep roof, passing three floors of windows on its climb.
Aloys whistle appreciatively, squinting his eyes and as he looks up. "You fancy a climb Sans," he asks the masked musketeer.
"An' that door is surely locked," Mathis comments, still in his foul mood.
Picking the well made lock is done at -2 (negated by lockpicks), and The Stakes being that failure confirms it's beyond parties ability to pick.
A thorough walk around finds no discernable entrance to a basement, but there is a back door that's accessible from a small garden. There is also a solid looking drainpipe that leads all the way up to steep roof, passing three floors of windows on its climb.
Aloys
Mathis Baumé
OOC:
It's a sturdy but small drain-pipe--there will be some effort to climb it (w/ a -1). The Stakes are that a fall will surely take some amount of pipe with you, creating quite a ruckus.Picking the well made lock is done at -2 (negated by lockpicks), and The Stakes being that failure confirms it's beyond parties ability to pick.
Mar 4, 2023 10:16 pm
In Julia's office the woman smiles with patience at Elaine, Issac, and the Gear.
She steeples her fingers under her chin, elbows on desk and listens. "Why not," she shrugs. "I'm leaving town on business anyway, post haste. My servant, Richard, will let you in and see that you don't 'wander off' where you're not welcome," she says, referring to private rooms.
"Of course, I'll need to see the paperwork as soon as possible, as I don't intend to be in town in even two days hence."
Julia
"Of course, I'll need to see the paperwork as soon as possible, as I don't intend to be in town in even two days hence."
Mar 5, 2023 1:17 am
OOC:
have lots of Bennies to spend, and the intriguing rooms tend to be on upper floors... let's try the climb!He tries the sturdiness of the gutter, then begins his climb, taking his time at each foothold..."Wish me luck, comrades..."
OOC:
here goes, Athletics, -1 , prepared to spend some bennies.Rolls
Athletics* -1 - (1d8-1, 1d6-1, RA)
1d8-1 : (6) - 1 = 5
1d6-1 : (2) - 1 = 1
Mar 6, 2023 7:22 am
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Sorry, I'm really bad at tracking time apparently! I thought I replied here less time ago. :("Now, Ignacio, we haven't even seen the whole place yet! You're being way too quick to proposition, like always," she finally decides to interject, flipping her hair (on the left side) over her shoulder. "You remember that the shadows must have this exact shade of crimson in the final scene? Not to mention that we need to check the roof for the trapeze setup, as well as ensure that there is space for five different light sources to be in the scene... And the building history, of course!" Elaine stares at Julia. "I'm sure you can free few minutes of your time to show us around. And always working is horrible for the blood pressure, dear, it will do you some good to take a break from paperwork. This level of illumination can't be healthy for your eyes."
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Mar 9, 2023 12:25 am
Hanging to the side of the building via piping Sans reaches one of the corner, top-most rooms.
It's a stuffy affair, cluttered with shelves, casks, and chests. Peering in would net Sans a curious sight: a beam of sunlight from the window lands directly on a coat that's been folded over a chest at one side of the room. A very specific, and easily distinguishable Gold Coat...
It's a stuffy affair, cluttered with shelves, casks, and chests. Peering in would net Sans a curious sight: a beam of sunlight from the window lands directly on a coat that's been folded over a chest at one side of the room. A very specific, and easily distinguishable Gold Coat...
Mar 9, 2023 12:29 am
In the office Julie Sardou furrows her brow at Elaine.
It's clear she's torn between suspicion, the promise of easy coin, and her desire to leave the town as soon as possible.
"Very well," she states. She stands and moves out from behind her desk, addressing Elaine and Issac as she goes. "I don't have much time. Let's be quick about this, and then I'm sorry I'll need to see you out right after."
She heads to the doorway and awaits the parties decision--will they follow?
Julia
"Very well," she states. She stands and moves out from behind her desk, addressing Elaine and Issac as she goes. "I don't have much time. Let's be quick about this, and then I'm sorry I'll need to see you out right after."
She heads to the doorway and awaits the parties decision--will they follow?
Mar 11, 2023 9:43 am
Not exactly the type of garment one can purchase at the town market... What have you been up to, Julia? He thinks letting the significance of the detail sink in. He feels rage surging within at the thought that these cowardly conspirators could have harmed or killed a fellow Gold Coat.
He looks for a way to open the window in question and to gain access.
He looks for a way to open the window in question and to gain access.
OOC:
rolling Thievery, do apply any modifiers due to clinging on a drainpipe, etcRolls
Thievery - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (5) = 5
1d6 : (1) = 1
Mar 11, 2023 2:16 pm
"Elana, my dear, that's why you're the best! You keep me focused on the tasks at hand, instead of business and all the money we could be making."
With a flourish of his hand toward the exit, and a slight bow, "Ms. Julia, please lead the way?"
With a flourish of his hand toward the exit, and a slight bow, "Ms. Julia, please lead the way?"
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Mar 13, 2023 4:16 pm
Upstairs, with a slip of the window, Sans gain entrance to the room.
Other than the Gold Coat, there is not much of interest to be discovered--it appears to be more storage than anything else. If Sans was to look under the lapel panel inside the coat he'd find the secret only know to those of the order--the initials and insignia of the member who was given the coat. In this case Jonathan Jullien, the missing musketeer.
Sans would also be able to hear...
Downstairs Julia leads Elaine, Issac, and The Gear through a sitting room, past a small kitchen, and by a lavish dinning hall that's beside a staircase that winds upward.
"As I was saying," she says loud enough to be heard on all floors of the building, "I purchased this building only a few years ago. It used to be a private residence, and now it's our offices. We entertain...clients."
She smiles, big and fake, hoping the quick tour was enough to satisfy the group.
Other than the Gold Coat, there is not much of interest to be discovered--it appears to be more storage than anything else. If Sans was to look under the lapel panel inside the coat he'd find the secret only know to those of the order--the initials and insignia of the member who was given the coat. In this case Jonathan Jullien, the missing musketeer.
Sans would also be able to hear...
Downstairs Julia leads Elaine, Issac, and The Gear through a sitting room, past a small kitchen, and by a lavish dinning hall that's beside a staircase that winds upward.
Julia
She smiles, big and fake, hoping the quick tour was enough to satisfy the group.
Mar 13, 2023 5:58 pm
Issac talks to himself as they walk through the different rooms, doing the camera thing with his hands "Yes, yes, the lighting here, an edit there, Fabio will be most pleased with that section there..."
He walks over to and starts going up the staircase, "And up here, my dear? We must see it all, and your clients will never hear a peep. In fact, the background...ambiance...might even play into the show's favor."
He walks over to and starts going up the staircase, "And up here, my dear? We must see it all, and your clients will never hear a peep. In fact, the background...ambiance...might even play into the show's favor."
Mar 13, 2023 9:40 pm
OOC:
sorry to spoil the performance, but... 'Major Vow' Hindrance compels me to..."What have you done with him? Where is Jonathan Julien??" he bellows furiously, raising the Gold Cape high for the woman to see. "Speak now, Julia Sardou, I command you in the name of Queen Isbel!!" he unsheaths the Judge, his trusted rapier, and points it at the woman!
[ +- ] the Judge
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Mar 16, 2023 6:05 pm
On the landing, with the "producers" and their bodyguard behind her, Julia Sardou's eyes widen at Sans' proclamation.
She tries to read the situation, her eyes fixing on the brilliant gleam cast on The Judge's edge from the stain glassed windows.
She calculates her response...
Juilia
She calculates her response...
OOC:
Let's get an Intimidation roll here, +2 from the awesome scene elements!Mar 16, 2023 8:36 pm
The sharp tip of the rapier describes intricate patterns in front of Julia, sapiently driven by Sans' wrist play...
Rolls
Intimidation+2 - (1d4+2, 1d6+2, RA)
1d4+2 : (3) + 2 = 5
1d6+2 : (3) + 2 = 5
Mar 16, 2023 8:44 pm
Juilia
OOC:
...Rolling Contest v 5...Fail..."That's right: he uncovered your vile scheme's and we both suffered for it..."
Rolls
Julia's Average Spirit (her strength is her intellect) - (1d6, RA)
(3) = 3
Mar 16, 2023 11:44 pm
Sans is taken aback, but keeps the Judge poised to strike.
"What?! You are mistaken. We are fighting a vile scheme, not part of it! What is your relation with the Dyers' Guild? We have proof Jullien was sent here on a false mission, to be delivered in their hands. Were you the one to facilitate this act? Speak, woman!"
"What?! You are mistaken. We are fighting a vile scheme, not part of it! What is your relation with the Dyers' Guild? We have proof Jullien was sent here on a false mission, to be delivered in their hands. Were you the one to facilitate this act? Speak, woman!"
Mar 18, 2023 1:21 am
Issac's facade drops almost immediately at the news that this might not seem to be what they originally thought. His hand instinctively drops to the hilt of his sword, curious where this will go.
Mar 18, 2023 4:40 am
Elaine is taken aback by the sudden appearance of Sans and the following exchange of accusations between him and Julia, not sure whether she should keep playing the role of a guest prima donna or jump to apprehending the information dealer. She looks over at Issac, trying to figure out what he is planning to do, and since he doesn't do anything yet, Elaine follows his example and simply takes a few steps back. Just as the minimum effort to maintain their disguise, she purses her lips and makes her best expression of an affronted aristocrat. Still, her hand also inches towards her concealed weapon, ready to act if the shouting match becomes a chase... or a fight.
As Julia Sardou screams back at Sans, Elaine leans towards Gear and whispers to him quietly: "Go find the valet and make sure he doesn't get an idea to leave the house and alert the town guards. Just keep him inside the house, as well as anyone else who might be here, please."
As Julia Sardou screams back at Sans, Elaine leans towards Gear and whispers to him quietly: "Go find the valet and make sure he doesn't get an idea to leave the house and alert the town guards. Just keep him inside the house, as well as anyone else who might be here, please."
Mar 20, 2023 7:23 pm
On the stairs Sans' blade holds steady as Issac's hand drops to his hilt and Elaine grips her blade and orders the gear.
"Of course my lady," they say in their hollow rumble to Elaine's request.
Julia watches the Gear leave, the stairs creaking under their considerable weight.
She turns to Sans and his extended blade. "Of course I had no part in delivering him into anyone's hands," she spits. "I would give my life for Julien; but not pointlessly--which is why I plan to flee this town before this conspiracy turns its gaze on me."
"I've little relation to the Dyer's Guild at all. I've brokered information to them in the past, but until now they've mostly been harmless folk who kept to themselves."
"But someone has been radicalizing them. Pumping their purses with coin to finance their actions and pumping their heads with big ideals of rebellion and just deserts."
Gear
Juilia
She turns to Sans and his extended blade. "Of course I had no part in delivering him into anyone's hands," she spits. "I would give my life for Julien; but not pointlessly--which is why I plan to flee this town before this conspiracy turns its gaze on me."
"I've little relation to the Dyer's Guild at all. I've brokered information to them in the past, but until now they've mostly been harmless folk who kept to themselves."
"But someone has been radicalizing them. Pumping their purses with coin to finance their actions and pumping their heads with big ideals of rebellion and just deserts."
Mar 21, 2023 8:07 am
Sans lowers the rapier slightly.
"If, as you say, you care for Jonathan, then we might have the same goal. I want to find him, and rescue him if it isn't too late. Why do you have his Gold Coat? Was he here? And who is this shadowy instigator of the Dyers Guild?"
Sans looks for signs that might betray a bluff, in the woman's demeanour.
"If, as you say, you care for Jonathan, then we might have the same goal. I want to find him, and rescue him if it isn't too late. Why do you have his Gold Coat? Was he here? And who is this shadowy instigator of the Dyers Guild?"
Sans looks for signs that might betray a bluff, in the woman's demeanour.
Rolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (3) = 3
1d6 : (4) = 4
Mar 21, 2023 11:53 pm
It's clear to Sans that she speaks the truth.
Her face takes on a sad cast. "He left his coat here to reamin inconspicuous," she says. "He was here the night he disappeared..."
A single tear rolls down her cheek but she wipes it away as fast as it appears. "I know not who is instigating the guild, nor what they've promised them..."
She looks stubborn but sad as she waits to see if there are more questions.
"Maker no! Unhand me," the valet shouts.
The gear appears at the bottom of the stairs, holding the valet aloft by the back of his shirt.
"I am keeping him in the house my lady. I've found no one else."
Juilia
A single tear rolls down her cheek but she wipes it away as fast as it appears. "I know not who is instigating the guild, nor what they've promised them..."
She looks stubborn but sad as she waits to see if there are more questions.
Valet
Gear
"I am keeping him in the house my lady. I've found no one else."
Mar 22, 2023 3:22 am
Issac puts his hands up in the air in a non-threatening gesture, "It seems we are both concerned for the safety of Jon. You mentioned brokering information with the Guild. Is there a contact available, someone you've worked with before?"
Mar 23, 2023 2:24 pm
"Thank you. And you can put him back on the floor, just keep an eye on him," Elaine responds to Gear, then nods apologetically at the valet. "Apologies, sir, this is simply a precaution. I believe we have already found a common ground with your employer, so I'm simply ensuring that there are no unfortunate misunderstandings." The musketeer gives her best slightly-threatening-but-mostly-polite smile she picked up from her father, then looks back at Julia. Elaine's hand is still on her rapier, but her posture is not quite as tense - it seems that Sans and Aloys got this.
"Did Julien tell tell you about his mission, what he was planning to do? I'm sure you have tried looking for him before, but perhaps we will have more success since we are closer to a different side of the conflict. Or were closer, at least." Elaine pauses, then adds thoughtfully: "You thought that we were assassins of Her Majesty, specifically. Do you have any reason to believe that she is actually behind this whole scheme, and it's not merely someone from her court?"
"Did Julien tell tell you about his mission, what he was planning to do? I'm sure you have tried looking for him before, but perhaps we will have more success since we are closer to a different side of the conflict. Or were closer, at least." Elaine pauses, then adds thoughtfully: "You thought that we were assassins of Her Majesty, specifically. Do you have any reason to believe that she is actually behind this whole scheme, and it's not merely someone from her court?"
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Mar 23, 2023 5:11 pm
Juilia
"I do have a contact--someone who I'd meet with when the guild wanted to buy information on possible competitors: Paul Trouvé. He's a resident of this town. We'd often meet at a warehouse down by the river."
She looks to Elaine next and responds to her enquiries:
"He was planning on confronting those he believed were taking foreign coin in a conspiracy against our duchy. He went out that night to meet with some contacts (known criminals) who'd lead him to the people he suspected of the conspiracy. He assured me he could 'handle' the thugs should something go wrong..."
"As for my words about assassins -- I have no reason to believe the queen in involved... But Jon--Julien-- was working on someone's orders, and I think he was set up. And you Gold Coats are supposed to answer to only a select few, including the queen..."
"As for looking for him, I'm fairly certain I know where they took--"
The front door burst open with a bang!
Aloys
"I was stunned, on the ground, for a good minute, but I'd wager I saw him heading for the sky docks..."
He looks at the scene on the stairs sheepishly. "Good. I didn't blow your cover..."
Mar 25, 2023 9:29 am
Sans reacts in shock at Aloys's interruption.
"What?!? Is there anyone who isn't in the pocket of these conspirators?!" he exclaims in frustration, feeling hurt at the betrayal of someone he considered a friend.
He lowers the rapier and reluctantly gives Julien's coat to Julia, adding an apologetic, mumbled half-promise " Here. If Jonathan is alive, we will try to rescue him from this nest of traitors... Tell us, where do you think they took him? "
He then hastily adds for the others, "We must try stopping Mathis, before the whole town knows who and why we are here! Time to split up? " he asks his allies, one foot already on the descending steps leading out.
"What?!? Is there anyone who isn't in the pocket of these conspirators?!" he exclaims in frustration, feeling hurt at the betrayal of someone he considered a friend.
He lowers the rapier and reluctantly gives Julien's coat to Julia, adding an apologetic, mumbled half-promise " Here. If Jonathan is alive, we will try to rescue him from this nest of traitors... Tell us, where do you think they took him? "
He then hastily adds for the others, "We must try stopping Mathis, before the whole town knows who and why we are here! Time to split up? " he asks his allies, one foot already on the descending steps leading out.
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Mar 25, 2023 7:07 pm
"I was just starting to like him." Issac growls. Nodding at Sans, "If you're going after him, I'll help."
OOC:
a little foot chase action!?"Last edited March 25, 2023 7:08 pm
Mar 27, 2023 5:45 pm
Sans says:
If Jonathan is alive, we will try to rescue him from this nest of traitors... Tell us, where do you think they took him? Juilia
Aloys
OOC:
The party knows Mathis has a bit of a lead, so if will be a difficult task to catch up to him before he gets to his supposed destination!Apr 1, 2023 8:50 am
When his attention is brought back to the fact that Mathis is probably beyond their reach, he curses. "Damn that traitor's guts! Better stick together then, and try to find a way into that warehouse. Sounds like it can be reached by land or river... But which one is the less conspicuous? They're not likely to be welcoming..."
He looks at the others. " Maybe a little scouting is in order... We check the place, observe it for a bit... "
And turning to Julia, " Our visit here might have put you at risk too. What if we left you our brave Gear as a bodyguard? That's what he does best... "
He looks at the others. " Maybe a little scouting is in order... We check the place, observe it for a bit... "
And turning to Julia, " Our visit here might have put you at risk too. What if we left you our brave Gear as a bodyguard? That's what he does best... "
Apr 1, 2023 3:39 pm
Gear
"If I understand correctly, Mlle Julia is at least some form of criminal," they ask. "That would, hopefully,
give me plenty of opportunity to break bones and toss people around..."
Juilia
"We'll head for the North Gate," she says to Sans. "I plan to be out of this place before nightfall."
"Please, rescue Jon if you can... and tell him I had for 'The Lodge'. He will know what, and where, that is."
Aloys
Apr 1, 2023 6:04 pm
Elaine only sighs in response, nodding to indicate her acceptance of the plan. Perhaps it says something about her, but Mathias's sudden betrayal only makes her wonder if any of her other companions is also on the opposite side of the conflict and is simply waiting a perfect moment to strike. Simultaneously she also feels bad about suspecting them, especially considering the recent events, and so altogether the chaos in her mind is highly unpleasant - which means that it's the time to focus on something else. For example, their destination.
"If its dock is hidden, is there a way to recognize which warehouse is the correct one?" She asks Julia, then adds to explain her own question: "I mean, there can be more than one warehouse. Just making sure we don't break in somewhere perfectly law-abiding."
"If its dock is hidden, is there a way to recognize which warehouse is the correct one?" She asks Julia, then adds to explain her own question: "I mean, there can be more than one warehouse. Just making sure we don't break in somewhere perfectly law-abiding."
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Apr 5, 2023 7:15 pm
Juilia
"There are; good question. The pillars of this particular wharf are marked, in a way. From south to north they are tallest, shortest, taller, shorter, taller, taller, shorter. A low boat can drift between the third and fourth pillars, under the public dock, and it'd find itself in a secret warehouse harbor."
This conversation has been taking place as the group walked to the top of the street, where the towns main thoroughfare is met. Common folk go to-and-fro, townsfolk about their business--so the party is still ahead of any pursuit.
Juilia
Gear
The wind blows a few loose leaves of paper down the cobbles.
OOC:
Hit those those docks--or the building! Someone take lead and set the scene--what's the approach the party takes; what's it look like!Apr 9, 2023 2:50 pm
After waiting for daylight to withdraw against the sheltering cloak of dusk, inside a tavern, the Coats resurface on the streets.
Their insignia and uniforms well concealed, they wander towards the docks acting like a group of revellers, jolly after a few drinks too many.
The wooden structures become taller as they approach the waterfront. Less aesthetic, more pragmatic. Ornate peaked roofs leaving place to slanted , boxy builds with winches and sliding gates.
The area is not as well lit as the downtown streets.
They wander on piers and walkways, until they locate what they need.
"What do you think? That should do nicely, I reckon..." he whispers to the others, pointing at a row boat moored to a wooden jetty, floating on the river's dark waters.
Leaving a Notice roll to see if someone is watching the waterfront. The plan would be to.steal the boat unseen
Their insignia and uniforms well concealed, they wander towards the docks acting like a group of revellers, jolly after a few drinks too many.
The wooden structures become taller as they approach the waterfront. Less aesthetic, more pragmatic. Ornate peaked roofs leaving place to slanted , boxy builds with winches and sliding gates.
The area is not as well lit as the downtown streets.
They wander on piers and walkways, until they locate what they need.
"What do you think? That should do nicely, I reckon..." he whispers to the others, pointing at a row boat moored to a wooden jetty, floating on the river's dark waters.
OOC:
I'd suggest approaching the hidden warehouse harbor from the water, following Julia's instructions. Leaving a Notice roll to see if someone is watching the waterfront. The plan would be to.steal the boat unseen
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Rolls
Notice * - (1d6, 1d6, RA)
1d6 : (2) = 2
1d6 : (5) = 5
Apr 13, 2023 8:55 pm
Elaine is following after the others, her steps overly careful since she doesn't trust the structural integrity of these walkways - and in the evening darkness, the water below looks especially inhospitable. When they pause to examine the rowboat from afar, Elaine keeps shifting in place and glancing around, as if expecting a guard to suddenly pop up from an alleyway and question them about what they are doing. "It certainly looks like a boat to me," she responds somewhat gruffly to Sans, then shivers under her cloak. "Can we do this quick? If we get caught stealing..."
She trails off, leaning over to stare at the water again. "...Also, I am bad at swimming. Just wanted to let you know."
She trails off, leaning over to stare at the water again. "...Also, I am bad at swimming. Just wanted to let you know."
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Apr 14, 2023 3:32 am
Playing the part of drunken reveler quite easily, Issac takes a swig from his flask and claps Sans on the shoulder, "That's perfect."
He hurries toward the boat at a fast clip, and starts unwrapping the anchoring rope from the dock.
He hurries toward the boat at a fast clip, and starts unwrapping the anchoring rope from the dock.