The companions arrived back in the city the next morning exhausted, the trip from Rosmuillean being uneventful but tiring.

OOC:

Feel free to detail what you want to do over the next day or two.

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

Kores does seem confused.  He furrows his brow, deep in thought, seems to be raving silently to himself.  You see him open his mouth and speak inaudibly to himself and he seems to avoid eye contact with everyone.  He is quite agitated.  Sometimes he flies into an inaudible cursing fit and his knuckles crack around his staff.  He glares at nobody in particularly, scowls and grinds his teeth.

OOC - Thanks for the bridging post GM!

Drake quietly surveys the dirty streets crowded with people from all walks of life - grocers and street peddlers hawking their wares, farmers leading their animals or wheeling their produce about looking for buyers, housewives out marketing, proud looking city guards strutting about in the livery of the current lord of Glissom, travellers and mercenaries with ugly ill-favored faces, and the perpetual swarm of street urchins constantly running here and there, no doubt swiping purses and rings off careless, naive, and stupid foreigners - swindlers, liars, cheats, fools, and not a few murderers, the very best and worst of humanity, all out for a merry day in their miserable lives.

He watches in silence as a woman, a fisherwife out on a merry marketing trip by all appearances, walks past a filthy beggar covered in tattered clothing crouching in a dirty corner of the street. Drake's sharp eyes missed nothing, not the feigned innocence of the woman, nor the sham pitiful look on the beggar's face, neither the leather pouch surreptitiously passed from the woman to the beggar, whom upon receiving the item, waited for the woman to walk down several metres more before slithering up to disappear into a narrow backalley.

Back to this dangerous place again. Drake sighs before turning his attention elsewhere.


OOC - So...are we offloading the loot for cash? Or do the scholars and historians want to keep them for further study? If the former, I imagine GM will allow that Drake Hadrik has some black market contacts that may be helpful.

And we should get a place to stay for the couple days we are here.

And GM, what is coming up in terms of the adventure?

Also, do we finally get xp?
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Dann does not hide his joy of going back to the open air, and back near the sea at that. He take advantage of the party returning to town to visit his favorite inns, drink a lot, and hang around the harbor when sober to gather some news of what's happening at sea with reivers and borderers these days.

Dann takes Lann with him to introduce him to other sea based Reavers and to make sure that the mountain lads face is associated with his own....so there are no...misunderstandings...

He checks in with the others over the next few days though he has a little trouble tracking down Hadrik he soon finds that looking for Lute and waiting near the big fellow soon brings Jon or Hadrik calling.

He drinks and tells tales, most of them true but called tall by those with whom he shares them...he tells of great battles in ancient cities and of horrors in a mountains heart and he and his companions are hailed as mighty warriors.

His ears are open and he hears tell that King Conn is calling for warriors to join in a great raid against the farmlands of Glissom when the harvest time is next here.  There is little news of his own Islander Queen and he surmises that they are probably raiding south into northern Ereworn at this time of year.

OOC: The party is at +1 Renown among the Reavers when with Dann or Lann for the next three months due to Dann and Lanns talespinning....though they are careful to honour their vows to both Colm and the Good Folk and change enough names and locations to not soil their honour.

Both Dann and Lann manage to burn through 30 florins each.
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OOC - So...are we offloading the loot for cash? Or do the scholars and historians want to keep them for further study? If the former, I imagine GM will allow that Drake Hadrik has some black market contacts that may be helpful.

And we should get a place to stay for the couple days we are here.

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OOC: Prob. best to sort this in the OOC thread.

It's been several days of restful peace, in which various members of the Fellowship had gone off to look in on their personal lives, to tend to private matters, or to catchup with fellow countrymen, swap tall tales, and get merrily drunk. Drake however, while enjoying the warm beds and hot food, was increasingly feeling the unease of being in one place for entirely too long a time.

And so he began seeking out each of his Companions, looking for them in homes, in the marketplace, in the libraries and academies, on the floor of barrooms, in exquisite high-class hangouts for the wealthy, in the seedy sordid filth of the slums, the brothels, and the dark alleys where no city guard would dare to tread at any time of the day.

To each person whom he found, he left word of a gathering. On a particular afternoon. In the basement of an unremarkable building long abandoned by its owners. Situated in a quiet sleepy area in the middle of nowhere. Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The purpose of the gathering, would be to decide on the split of the loot, as well as the way forward for the Fellowship. In no uncertain terms, he made it clear to each that while the attendance was strictly by personal choice, the direction for the discussion, on all topics raised, would proceed ahead without waiting for any who chose not to turn up.

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Drake pauses as he passes under the shadow of a nearby building and looks up into the sky. The time draws near for the gathering. His grim eyes survey the empty street before him, noting with satisfaction the total absence of any other person. This is the same as he has observed while surveying the area over the last two days. This part of the city had nothing to offer, not even the tiniest bit that would attract beggars, the homeless, or the occasional street urchin.

Heaving the heavy sack on his back to a more comfortable position, he turns his steps towards a nondescript wall...or was it a door... Taking a final look around and seeing not a soul nearby, Drake pushes on the wooden surface. The panel yielded easily to the pressure to reveal a dark interior shrouded in shadows. Drake disappears inside and the panel closes quietly behind him.

Once inside, he sets his burden down on a round table of sturdy oak and lights the lantern. He pours himself a mug of ale, then sits himself into one of the several heavy oaken chairs surrounding the table, and proceeds to wait for the rest to show up...

Outside, the streets return once more to their quiet and dreary emptiness...