( PCs Present: Bael Haywardson, Brother Jacob, Cendrik, Kores Varias.)

The tiny chapel nestled incongruously beside the warehouse heavy with the reek of salted cod and pickled herring. Father Jeffries had spent many years in Glissom tending to his small but relatively faithful flock and now fate..or more correctly his superiors in the southern lands had brought him two fellows to help minister and tend to those who followed Gatanades.

He sipped on his flask of whiskey and smiled; ten years ago he'd had to rebuild the chapel due to Scorchers, he'd sent letters south - no reply, the young lad he'd been training had disappeared while ministering in Rosmuileann, he'd sent letters south - no reply. Six months ago he'd mentioned a rumour that Selentine gold had been found to an Albish Captain - suddenly they sent someone.

He shook his head and clapped the serious looking Brother Jacob on the arm.

" The weather is fineing up."

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Across the open square sat a group of fishermen eating black bread and brown cheese, a rather forlorn looking juggler plied his trade for a few pennies outside the harbourmasters office occasionally invoking a sympathetic coin but more often a hard crust or less wholesome missile was pitched his way.

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Mangy dogs and rats almost as big sifted through the piles of refuse from the pickling houses; the carts that would take the reeking mass away were supposed to be on the move and loaded already but the lads whose task it was were too interested in a group of women who had disembarked from a Mercanian ship some weeks ago and who seemed to have set up shop above smiths; the small shrine to Brigantia that sat outside the smithy was liberally decorated with silver coins from the ladies purses.
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A dark figure brushes past the fisherman, snarling to himself he walks hastily, leaning heavily on his staff and heads towards the Chapel.  Spotting Father Jeffries he heads straight towards him.  Coming close, you see a tall, pale man with an air of impatience.  He addresses Father Jeffries, speaking rapidly....

"Father Jeffries?  I am Kores Varias of Breylak.  I am not concerned about gold but I understand certain artifacts were found...  pagan items that depict unearthly creatures that would not be native to our world?..."

Eyelids puffed up with lack of sleep, he glares through Father Jeffries with a dark intense, if fatigued expression....

Brother Jacob gripped the hand firmly but without too much force. He looked imposing but when he spoke his voice was deep, clear and gentle.

"Father Jeffries it is an honour to meet you. I have heard good things about your work it is ashame that I was sent by our elders due to rumours that gold had been found." He sighed. He knew to speak such or to even indicate that he felt the church was getting to greedy would have seen him excommunicated but not being under scrutiny  and being a lowly priest he could not help his feeling show.

He then looked at the father and a warm smile crossed his battle scared face. "But lets not speak of this just now. I would love to see your church and witness the work you do here. Anything I can do to help I would gladly do...."

Father Jeffries was startled by the mans sudden appearance and it took him a few moments to compose himself.

The man was Albish and he spoke to him in Elleslandic.

" I am Father Jeffries, Kores Varias.  You are not concerned about gold? Well, neither am I as I have very little."

He frowned, " It seems Captain Jarris is exceptionally garrulous indeed."

" There have been items found that fit your description, but I do not have them."

" Who sent you, Kores Varias?".




Father Jeffries turned from the strange interloper and patted Brother Jacob on the arm.

" Mother Church is a fickle wife at times, my son. But She's the only one we have."

" I will show you the chapel....it wont take long I think."

He pushed the door open and ushered Brother Jacob inside.

Looking back he smiled, " Come along, Master Varias."

The interior of the building was small and cramped with rows of benches arrayed before a somewhat ramshackle looking altar.

There were delicately embroidered crisp white clothes draped over the altar and other surfaces; the entire room was dominated by a large iron cross hooked to the wall.

There could not be room for more than twenty people here.
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*Follows in*

"Perhaps you can tell us about recent developments in Glissom?"

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 5):

The old priest seated himself on a bench and invited the others to do likewise.

The old mans eyes crinkled when the tired stranger did not answer his question but he smiled and answered.

" What did you have in mind?"

" The King remains in seclusion, the Council governs, the Steward rules."

" The Reivers have been raiding more, but they will ease up as winter rolls in."

" We are a quiet corner of the world, you may well be the most interesting thing to happen this month.", he chuckled.

In reply to GM (msg # 6):

There is a knock at the door of the chapel, and Bael Haywardson pokes his head inside.  Tired, cranky and lost he interrupts whatever conversation is taking place in the room when he sees a priest of a religion that makes him feel a little more at home in this strange and unwelcoming land - "Father, I interrupt but have need to sit somewhere if only for a while.  This town is a cesspit and the people at the inn I paid good money for have been nothing but rude and treacherous to me.  I would beg a seat somewhere and later your advice as to where I can find some hospitality here."

The priest frowned at the strangers words.

" This town is my home.", he stated simply with a touch of rebuke.

" But all are welcome in the Lords house.  Please sit."

" Well, three foreigners in one day. This is most unusual."

"And what of news of unearthly creatures that roam in the night?  Hellions, demons, those supernatural happenings?  Have you heard of children born with deformities?  Strange people speaking about the future?  Livestock killings or mutilations?  Disappearances?  Perhaps you might not pay attention to such things but all happens for good reasons..."

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 9):

Bael takes a seat a little way away from the group but can't help but overhear their conversation.  He doesn't like the sound of what this pallid offcast speaks to the priest about.  He wonders to himself if not even the house of Gatanades is free of madness in Glissom...

The priest chuckled a little uncomfortably, shying slightly from the pale, and possibly insane, stranger.

" Well, let me see."

" Mostly what roams the night here are drunkards and footpads. I've not heard of the devils work here, perhaps you refer to the old tales of this Fief? They feature devilish things."

" Children have been born half formed a few times, but it is my understanding that it is not such an unusual thing....I saw no sign of devilry in the lass I helped at the very least."

" As for strange people.......you are the strangest I have met yet, good sir."

He stood and fetched a jug of wine from the side cabinet he passed it first to the pale man.

" Drink, perhaps it will steady your nerves."

" Disappearances occur here. Often it is the work of press gangs or criminals, other times folks simply leave without notice."

" Livestock are stolen in this land not killed, and the Reivers do the bulk of the stealing."

In reply to GM (msg # 11):

"It is all in the details, we believe what we want to believe and easily dismiss details, clues as to what truly happens...."

*Drinks*

"Well then, were you expecting others?  Perhaps I am not what you expect, but there are many scholars such as myself that roam these lands.  A life of reading can be tiresome, and I long to gain a better understanding of the world around us...  So is there something we can aid you with?"

Brother Jacob takes the offered cup but before the father could pour the wine " Good father I do not wish to offend but since my vows I do not drink..." he chuckles "... In a previous life I had my fill of the stuff and it lead me to many a thing I was not proud of if you do not mind I will pour some water from my skin."

With that he pulled a water skin from the side of his pack and poured the clear water into the mug.

Turning to the man that followed them into the chapel " I note you are a learned man and one that has seen the world from what you speak of. But I once stood next to a man, an officer, with similar views, they consumed him and what was a simple investigation into the disappearance of a child became a witch hunt that left a whole village in flames..... take a little offered advice from one who has seen the evil of man... follow your path by all means, a determined man can make a difference in the world but don't let it control your actions as that path leads to damnation." Jacob's words were not that of a preacher but that of a man weighed down with the weight of a hard life.

Then looking up a the late arrival " sir please take rest in the house of god our good father here, I am sure would not turn away a man who craves peace and quiet from the noise and scents of the streets of this ...Fair.... city."

 The old priest looked at the man and blinked a few times, then decided to concentrate on the questions as he at least understood those.

" I was expecting no one.", he said still a little confused.

" Your a scholar?", he asked carefully.

" We? Are you together?", he peered at the other newcomer and then back at the tall, pale one.



The old priest seemed content to let Brother Jacob take the lead and he rose to open the shutters and let some more light in.

"It was a man in my position that saved me from the jaws of death...  My family were innocent travelling entertainers...  We were set upon by dark forces, a horde of ravenous beasts from the depths of hell!  If it was not my saviour, I too would have been devoured, my soul consumed by the minions of the Lord of Darkness!"
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Bael rises to walk over to the group and remarks somewhat snidely to Kores - "The name is Bael, and I think it's safe to say that we're of different circles."




Bael mumbles under his breath, "instead he took your wits..." before turning to Brother Jacob and asking "My friend, are you not of this city and chapel?"

"No good sir I am but a travelling priest on an errand from the mother church I will be staying here under the tender care of this chapel before I go upon my way."

"But you sir seem slightly out of place here..... please don't get me wrong and no insult intended but a man of your status could find more pleasent surroundings to find shelter from the streets of the city other than the humble walls of a place of god."

Brother Jacob stands to stretch his legs and looks down upon the man in front of him for brother Jacob is a tall and well built man for one of the cloth "perhaps you wish to confess something to the good father here... perhaps some guilty action has brought you to the house of god...." there was a touch of humor in the brother's voice but it was neither a put down or said in an accusing way.

Taken aback and wondering if there was something to be guilty of that he himself didn't know about Bael retorted somewhat testily "I'm no longer of the status I once held, and my short time in this town has not been pleasant.  Last night I woke in the middle of the night to the sound of the innkeeper's son rummaging through my belongings and when I raised issue with the innkeeper he claimed I was lying and ejected me from the inn.  In the middle of the night!  I wandered the streets till daylight and seeing a chapel of a religion that isn't all about human sacrifices and whatever other loathsomes this town seems to be full of I sought refuge."

"Surely a man need not be guilty to enter a church."

Brother Jacob held up his hands as if to fend off the younger man but there was a gentle smile on his face " As I said.... I mean no offense with my words and I humbly ask for your forgiveness at doing so. The doors of god are open to all even non believers can find comfort here."

" Now why don't we sit and drink the good fathers wine in friendship not as enemies as that was not my intent." So saying he poured a cup for the young man and refilled his with water.

There was definitely something different about this simple priest, he spoke words of warmth and had an open face and a ready smile but in his eyes there was a darkness that could have only come from seeing too much of the ugly side of the world.

As he settled down a glint of silver catches the light and for a second a small ornate cross could be seen on a chain round his neck before the folds of his robe covered it again as he settled. It was also obvious to the casual observer that this man also had a sword under his robe for as he sat he instinctively adjusted it and left his leg rest at a slight angle so as not be be obstructed by it as he stood or sat.

In reply to Brother Jacob (msg # 19):

*Sniggers*

"Might you enlighten us as to which Inn this was, so that we can stay clear?"

Brother Jacob chuckles deeply " Knowing a bit about inns, taverns and boarding houses I would advise you bypass all of them in the city it would be safer for your soul as well as your purse."

Settling a little at Brother Jacob's reassurances, Bael drinks of the wine and finds himself laughing lightly at his own misfortunes, turning to Kores he grumbles in a joking manner, "well I guess I should have thought twice before staying at an inn known as the Grand Larsonnee.  But if you had seen the other inns on the row you would probably have made the same mistake.  Oh what a town."

Smiling, he asks Brother Jacob and Kores Varias "I don't even know your names yet.  Are you men of Albion too?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 22):

"Kores Varias...  From Breylak, but I do have some Chaubretian blood in me.  Perhaps Father Jeffries can tell us tales about gold, or even better yet, the legacy of the Selentine..."

Brother Jacob holds out his hand " Just call my Brother Jacob.... and as for where I come from thats a long story and one that I may tell one day .... lets just say I go where God ..... or my superiors send me" he replied.

Father Jeffries perks up at the mention of the Selentines, obviously a favoured subject of his.

" The Selentine Legions built this city. If you look up at the eastern walls of the Castle you can still see some of their work in the walls and some of the homes on the slope Castleside date to their time. Before they came this was a small village."

"Though due to the Hearth Fire it was the meeting place for the Oenach Council as violence was forbidden under the druids stewardship...well, violence by others than themselves at least", he chuckled.

" The Selentines walled the city and held it against the clans but they did not venture far beyond the Shadowspin; it is fair to say they never conquered Glissom."

" Drajan led his men into the wild in search of ancient secrets and the Lost Legion was never seen again, though the crofters and Reivers sometimes speak of seeing their ghosts wandering the wastes."

" Whether he sought gold, glory or something darker and less wholesome is unknown. But soon after the loss of those men the bronze chests left the land and were not seen again."

Father Jeffries spoke on for quite some time and sipped his wine as he did so; after several hours he had waxed lyrical about the Fief and its history and he was more than a little tipsy.

It was growing darker in the chapel and the sun was going down when he stood and bowed a little apologetically, forgive me gentlemen but it is not often I come across those willing to listen to an old man prattle on and I fear I may have over done things.

" I will be retiring to my cot now.  You are free to stay if you wish."

He walked past the altar and opened a door that was almost hidden on the rear wall, " Good night, gentlemen."
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In reply to GM (msg # 25):

"A whole army lost.  Not massacred in battle, not dying in the field from starvation, but disappeared.  I wonder whether the annihilation of a legion can be concealed...  a mystery indeed."

"I have heard that these woods hide many mysterious creatures.  Unfortunately the Selentine never quite civilized this place, otherwise they might have kept better records.  Perhaps later generations will discover what happened to them."

A little drunk, and not completely following the history of the conversation Bael looks at Kores, tilts his head to the side and keeps looking at him.  After a moment he slurs "You think of such creatures as games don't you?  You look for the worst in this world don't you?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 27):

"Ah, if I wanted to spend the rest of my life in a library it would be easy.  Sometimes a man needs to get out.  All very nice to read about Selentine invasions, but for some it can be better to have first hand knowledge."

"The Selentine came here.  They didn't need to and I suppose they never quite found what they were looking for.  Perhaps neither shall we.  But I would prefer to come out than never to have done so..."

"Sometimes a man needs to get out indeed..."

Bael starts to lay down his armour and prepare to get some sleep underneath one of the pews.

"I need to sleep awhile, my head will clear with the morning"

Brother Jacob Bid good night to the two men and moved down to the alter. He knelt and spent the next hour in prayer before finding a comfortable pew himself and settling his cloak round him fell to sleep.

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 26):

Father Jeffries called back, " I'm afraid I don't know too much about that sort of thing. You'd best be speaking to one of the locals."

" Goodnight gentlemen."

In reply to GM (msg # 31):

Kores, satisfied these guys aren't wandering off anywhere grabs his things and heads out...  so much to do and so little time to do it all....

An hour or so after settling down Brother Jacob came awake. It was something he had trained to do in a past life and it tended to stay with him.

He calmed his breathing and listened, he could hear Bael breathing gently and the sounds of the city round him but there was not indication that Kores had returned.

Brother Jacob un-rapped himself and stood, stretched and moved quietly to the door. Sliding it open slightly he looked out from the shadows but could not see his wayward companion.

Moving back into the chapel he gently woke Bael " I have a concern about our friend Kores, he has not returned from his wonderings and I feel I should go and check that he is safe. Would you care to accompany me ? two pairs of eyes are better than one"

"That man..." croaked Bael as he tried to open his eyes.  He cleared his throat and started again - "That man is trouble.  I've known men like him before and they were trouble.  They delight in trouble.  As a servant of the church, I trust your concerns though."

Stumbling into his armour and collecting his gear, Bael walked over to look out the door.

"That man is trouble."

Looking back to Brother Jacob he asked if they should be leaving a note for Father Jeffries in case he notices their absence.

Brother Jacob thought about it for a moment but decided it would take too long to find parchment and ink so didn't, anyway the old priest would probably sleep through till morning as is such the way with the elderly.

" Well I suppose we should head out towards the dock area first then make our way from there following the streets until we come to the castle walls. If we haven't found him by them my conscience will be clear that we did all we could to find him and then we can head back to the chapel in case he returns there."

In reply to Brother Jacob (msg # 35):

Must be a graveyard in the vicinity right?  Kores is attracted to such things.  Maybe some weirdo might be around that he can interrogate....

*Stealths  around in the darkness*

He is one with the darkness...  loves the solitude....

Kores moved through the dark streets of Dockside, a few drunkards and folks of darker purpose were on the street but most of them gave the pale man a wide berth, something about him was unworldly and even ten pints of scrumpy weren't enough to dull that unease.

He found no sign of a graveyard and a dim memory floated to the surface about the people of Glissom being fire worshippers or somesuch, perhaps they burnt their dead?

He wandered Dockside for some time finding little sign of devilry or evil of anything but the most human kind. Eventually he found a likely sort.

Fergus Half-hand looked up blearily at the tall pale stranger.....was it was Death come for him at last!

He struggled to his feet, " Good Evening, Good Master!"

The two men ventured out onto the streets and turned south walking towards the waters edge, they passed a number of fishermen preparing to set out and a group of ruffians who eyed them but did not approach.

Glissom had no restrictions on weapons or armour that could be carried, indeed at times in the past the Reavers had come right up to the walls and an armed citizenry had been all that had held them back.

Now the gates were too wide to defend but the tradition held.

Brother Jacob came across another of the strange shrines on the wharf itself and bent to inspect it while Bael attempted to ask a group of sailors if they had seen a tall pale stranger.

Adopting a slightly exaggerated swagger that he had seen all sailors apparently afflicted with, Bael wandered up to a group of men drinking from ale pouches, sitting on old crates.

"Hello my friends, this is a beautiful dock you have here.  I'm a Port Clyster man myself, you may have visited my fair city?  I was wondering whether you may have seen a ... friend of mine, a tall, none-too-healthy looking fellow, pale from too much time buried in books?"

About what time is it?  Is it near midnight?

Kores barely manages to hide his disgust as he covers his nasal passages...

"Tell me, what do you know about the old religions?  Are there temples or shrines to the old gods?  Before the coming of the True Faith?"

The sailors looked at him and seemed about to ignore him before they took in his armour and weapon.

Most of them shook their heads but one nodded, " I seen him earlier, he was walking down towards East Gate. T'weren't there yet though."
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Tis the witching hour....

" What?"

" Your not Death are you?"

" Old Religions....like what?  Gods don't get old like men do. They wax, they wane but they don't age."

He screwed up his face to be sure he was hearing right.

" There are shrines to the Red Mother all over Glissom, you must have passed at least a half dozen on your way down this're street.  But you'll be wanting the Temple, its over Castleside. You can't miss it."

" The True Faith? Oh, you mean the Hanged God? Theres a small temple near the docks for the southerners."

" So, if your not Death. Who are you?", the man asked confused.
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"Thankyou good man, you have saved us a lot of fruitless searching.  For your troubles..."

Bael throws a florin to the sailor and gestures in the direction of the East Gate to Brother Jacob.  They set off, scanning the streets for movement or trouble.

*Raises one eyebrow*

"No need to concern yourself.  Death will come to all..."

Kores proceeds to head towards Castleside, looking for the temple....

The shrine fascinated Brother Jacob, he liked to study other religions and compare their beliefs to that of his own. He had seen many deaths due to religion and wanted to find out why humans were so hell bent on killing each other because of different beliefs.

He kept his findings to himself but he had started to believe that there was an underlying truth to all of them one that indicated to the open mind that there was one over riding being that all religions derived from. But to speak such out loud would see him excommunicated at best, burned as a witch at worse.


So on this he kept his own counsel but he studied the shrine before standing and listening to the fishermen " Thank you my friends" he said after they had finished speaking " may God protect you in your daily work and fill your nets with the best his bountiful harvest can provide"

The man snatched the coin from the air and grinned.

" And thankyou, Your Lordship.", the fishermen grinned.




"Uh...yeah...., and you too big man.", one of the fishermen said with a slightly quizzical expression.

They passed a large rowdy tavern called The Crown and Anchor; several men lay unconcious outside the entrance.

"Not likely the kind of place our eccentric companion would visit.  We should keep moving towards the East Gate."

" Oh. Ok then."

The man hunkered back down and drew another shrivelled dried mushroom from his pouch, he placed it under his tongue and waited for the world to fade away again.

Kores turned north and found himself back on a wider street, he walked easily along the way noting that if anything the buildings in this part of the city were even more run down and a number of them bore the scorch marks of old fires.

He passed a particularly unattractive looking throughway on his left occupied by a group of sooty faced miscreants who glowered at him as he passed.

As he moved further north he came to a large open intersection and to the East he could see the city wall and a high arched gate that penetrated it. Two bored looking watch men stood at the gate staring at the sky.

The intersection was lined with a large number of carts and wagons.

In reply to GM (msg # 48):

I'll approach the bored men and ask them for the directions to the temple...

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 49):

The two men were quite young, with scraggly beards and dressed in what must have been second or third hand gambesons and holding quite aged looking spears.

" Hold it right there!", one of the young men quavered.

" Sorry, thought you were a bogie for a moment there. Gave me a fright an 'alf."

" The Temple? Yes, back'n side of castle it is. You cannae miss it, round the snobs area it is."

" Take care, Sir. Its a dark night tonight."

*Grins*

"That it is, and the quietness helps me think...  Good night gentlement."

Kores is looking for a Bogie, maybe he'll find one near the temple...

They continued walking the harbourside street, and then went north to meet up with the  street they had started on again. They turned east on it towards the gate and walked for sometime the street following a leisurely northward curve.

They stopped to regard the charred corpse of a cat by the roadside when a man stumbled out of a street to the south, his eyes wide and unfocused and his body odour truly appalling even by Glissom standards.

He pointed at Brother Jacob, " The Hanged God! Death is looking for you!"

Kores walked back along the street through two large intersections then turned and headed north, the streets were better lit towards the Castle, mainly due to large pitch soaked baskets of hay on massive wooden poles, but he thought better in the dark.

He estimated he would have to turn west after about ten minutes or so.

In reply to GM (msg # 53):

*Proceeds*
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In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 54):

Kores had made his way fully past the castle and there was clear sky on his left shoulder as he turned west and began to walk streets that were now paved with smooth ancient stones rather than composed of mud and gravel.

A number of people were walking towards him dressed in what passed locally for fine clothes, many of them looked happy and excited though they're smiles fade a little as the behold the pale stranger stalking towards them.

In reply to GM (msg # 55):

*Sneers briefly to self before adopting a forced smile*

"Hail!  Where might a man find accommodation in a city like this?  It is late and a man cannot wander these streets til' dawn..."

One of the men patted the woman he was with on the arm and moved to address Kores.

" A man can in fact wander these streets til dawn, I did it many a time as a young blood."

" You can use the third room in my home if you wish, we've had no use for it since father passed."

" A couple of silvers will get your fast broken come morn with some of Mothers apple porridge."

" Foreigner? Albish, yes?"

"That arrangement suits me.  I have travelled from Breylak and new to town.  Lead the way!"

Kores is happy to take them up on this arrangement.  As they're not too sober he'll keep to himself.  Just need someplace more comfortable to rest til' dawn.

Brother Jacob turns to the ranting man with a warm friendly smile on his face " Friend Death has always been looking over my shoulder. I have come to find it comforting .... it is one of the inevitable things in life ... that death will eventually have you in his cold embrace."

He then made the sign of the cross " piece be with you and protect you from the one who seeks us all"

He continues to walk on towards the east gate " I think God has a bad sense of humor when it comes to be" he said to Bael " I think he enjoys seeing me having to confront my past every day of my life..... but I cannot complain I made my choices as a young man and must now repent for them."

He looked up towards the east gate " well I will give our good but slightly highly strung friend another hour but then I will be off to my bed again as I have morning prayer to attend with Father Jefferies"

"What kind of choices can I good man such as yourself regret?" Bael enquired, shivering a little and wondering whether this city's adoration of fire was such a bad thing in this miserably northern climate.
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Brother Jacob thought for a moment before speaking " In my youth I followed orders, orders that lead to people's deaths, unnecessary deaths. I could have stopped it but I didn't. ...." he bowed his head " I even took part in it thinking orders were there to be followed."

He cleared his throat " Well I learned that orders were the domain of fools and we as a civilized men had to question them or we were not better than the animals in the wilderness. "

He then stopped and turned to his new friend "one day I was so sickened with what we were asked to do that I questioned my superior .....lets just say it did not end well for one of us. It was then I found god.... or maybe he found me..... a soul so tainted with sin that he felt I was a challenge even for him ....."

"I thought religious men were born into the cloth?" Bael asked, having always seen religion as something stable and constant done by other people who knew better than him.

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 62):

NEXT MORNING

Finding no sign of Kores that night the two men retired back to the chapel and took some rest before the morning light through the shutters woke them.

Father Jeffries was already up and about and speaking softly with someone just outside the chapel door.

NEXT MORNING

Kores woke the next morning to the sounds of a busy household, a young woman had been knocking on his door and now she poked her head around the corner.

" Father is to meet you downstairs shortly, Sir."

" I've drawn water and you may wash in the alcove here to the right of the door."

" Good Morning."

In reply to GM (msg # 64):

Kores wok.  He was sitting up against the wall on the bed.  His sleep was disturbed with constant interruptions, nightmares that he could never recall and too much thought.

"Morning."

Kores went through his morning processes, thanked his host, dropped off the equivalent of a typical Inn stay with 10% and headed out after briefly spooning a few mouthfuls of breakfast.  Too much to do, too much on his mind to have any appetite.

Lets go check on the lads with Father Jeffries....

Bael woke up and wandered across the chapel to open the door and greet Father Jeffries and see if there was any work around the church for him to do.  He paused before the door and listened carefully...

When Bael rose Brother Jacob opened his eyes for a moment but then apparently drifted back off to sleep.

The Father appeared to be discussing the disappearance of someone with a distressed male relative.

Bael heard the other man mention Eagle Alley and the Fathers offer to say prayers for his safe return..
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Kores made his way back towards the chapel by a slightly more direct route along one of the main throughfares.

As he approached the tiny church he saw Father Jefferies on the stoop talking with a rather portly older man whose face looked red and flustered.

Since the last disastrous return to his home, Bael had been trapped in a grey mire of depression, searching for something to help him feel like he was making a difference in the world and not just a victim of it's whims.  That, or a passable bottle of wine that would help him through the day.

This sounded like an alternative to wine.

He opened the door to greet Father Jeffries.

*Approaches*

"Father Jeffries..."

*Nods at the other man*

"...Perhaps we can discuss in depth the findings of those pagan artifacts you found, where they were found.  If there are others so inclined to rediscover what other items that were found I would be happy to go along with them..."

Bael steps forward and holds a finger up to Kores to silence him.  "Quiet. This man has problems greater than seeking some trinket to use as a bookend in your fancy library."

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 71):

Brief flash of anger and a furrowed brow before Kores resigns himself to waiting....  His eyes roll and then he allows himself to relax and find a place to sit this out until father jeffries is more disposed to talking....

Brother Jeffries looks both suprised and a little relieved to be accosted from all sides.

He holds up a gentle hand to Bael.



" Your very driven." He says plainly to Kores as he lays his hand on the panicked mans sleeve.

" Kores Varias, I would be pleased to look into that further for you. I'll need to check my records and I'll see if Brother Jacob can assist me with locating some background materials for you to look at."

" In the meantime would you be open to assisting this man? He is one of my parishioners and his son has disappeared after, perhaps foolishly, chancing Eagle Alley last evening."

" Bael, it seems you are eager to help.  It is not noble or warriors business but it would put me in your debt if you could assist."

"Whereabouts will I find this Eagle Alley?" Bael asked Father Jeffries before turning to the man and asking "Your son, what is his name and what does he look like?"

"And what was he doing in this Eagle Alley if it is so dangerous?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 74):

The man looked a little flustered at being addressed by one of such noble bearing.

" Uh, his name is Willem, your lordship. Begging your pardon, he's a tall lad with dark hair and sallow complexion. I don't know what he was doing down there, one of the Currie boys said they seen him there."

Father Jeffries leaned forward, " Eagle Alley is east of here between the harbour and East Gate. Its not much to look at but its said the Scorchers have their hooks into it.  Please be careful."

Gritting his teeth, Kores takes on a neutral facial expression before, barely disguising his impatience and contempt....

"Yes.  I am sure that this will be very beneficial.  Please take all the time you need.  I will look for this youth."

Kores falls silent but prepared to follow Baels lead....

"The Scorchers you say?  Last night I passed by a horrid sight - a dead cat, apparently burnt alive.  Is this the kind of sick trouble these Scorchers make?" Bael asked Father Jeffries after nodding to the other man and smiling at Kores.

Father Jefferies lip curled up, " That and worse, they are a group of miscreants and stand-over men from what I know. They favour fire as their weapon."

" There is more to it than that I am sure, but I will always be seen as a foreigner here and this prevents me from being privy to such things for the most part."

Bael turned to the older man and asked him "Your son had no dealings with these Scorchers did he?" before asking Kores Varias "Maybe these Scorchers will provide the misadventures you seem to be seeking?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 79):

" No, he's always been a good lad..."

"Well, we shall see about finding him.  Before we leave, Father, do you know of any signs or ornaments these Scorchers might wear to help us spot them and avoid them?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 81):

Father Jeffries frowned, " Not that I know of. They all get a little too close to their fires though; scars, soot and the like."

"Well, with luck, young Willem is merely lost or maybe even found himself in a bawdy house.  We shall return shortly."

Bael set off eastwards, waiting for Kores Varies to follow and help him find Eagle Alley.

"Well...  This should prove exciting..."

Heads off after meatshield....

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 84):

The two men made their way east along the main street and eventually found their way to Eagle Alley; they both recognised it from their wanderings the previous night.

The Alley was deserted this time of the morning and the majority of the properties were still shuttered and boarded...some of them looked permanently so.

A group of young women stood near an iron pot full of coals warming their hands.  Further down the street were two or three men standing around a rickety wooden table.

There was a rather incongruous looking building about halfway along on the left hand side; it was as if a manor house had somehow grown up out of two ancient looking stone warehouses.

Two men in scarlet livery and plaid drapes stood before the larger doors.

In reply to GM (msg # 85):

Bael walked up to the two men, smiling, and asked "My good friend and I are looking for a young man named Willem.  We were told to meet him in Eagle Alley."

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 86):

Kores eyes the locals, the women and the men further down the street.  He'd make his inquiries with them but lets see what the two guards have to say...

The two guardsmen leant on long hafted axes and regarded the foreigners for some moments.

" Rodney, have you seen a young man this morning?"

" I cannae say I have, Gram"

" Well, that seems to be it then."

" Terrible shame, I dearly hope nothin' unfortunate has happened to him......"

"Oh Willem is fine, we just didn't catch where in Eagle Alley we were to meet him.  Thankyou sirs."

Bael walked a little down the street before turning to Kores, "Can't you cast one of your fancy spells to find this boy?"

"Maybe.  But perhaps we should continue our inquiries first...  Let us consult with the living before we consult with those not confined to our realities..."

Kores approaches the men near the rickety table...

"Tell me my good man, what is there to be done here at Eagle Alley?"

" You've come to the wrong place to find a good man, Scunner."

" To be done here? T'aint nothin' done here lestn we let it be done. Ya ken?"

" You looking to set up some business in Glissom?"

Is there a hint of a burn smell off these guys?

"Ah, then you must be the men I am looking for...  Do you know a youth by the name of Willem?  I heard he was last seen here..."

There are a number of small burn scars and their clothes do smell sooty now that your nearer.

" Willem? Its a common enough name."

" Whats the information worth to you?"

Kore's eyes narrow, his fingers curl and the thought of invoking arcane words of COMMAND cross his mind....  Not yet....

"It would...  be most convenient if you could aid me since his father is looking for him.  What was it?  A tall lad with dark hair and sallow complexion..."

Thoughts of this man's body incinerated by a DRAGONBREATH crosses his mind, and Kores grins darkly....

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 94):

Seeing the wizard rankle like this at a shared problem makes Bael start to like the guy a little, and he puffs up his chest and adds his bulk to the threat.

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 95):

The man, a surly looking individual who had patchy looking ginger hair over a reddish scalp and face, grunted noncommitedly.

" Your not understanding, S'uthner. Everything here is a business. You want information, you pay for it. Or you get the red kiss."

" You want to open a shop, yer pay for it. Or it gets the red kiss."

" Simple, innit?"

In reply to GM (msg # 96):

Two or three men, now is that two or three?

Smirks at Bael...  rubs a few fingers whilst surveying the area for other lookouts, children, those women perhaps....

"Well, now, I am sure it would need to be worth your while...  What did you have in mind?  Now, do you actually know where he is?  Do you have anything to offer at 'what' price?"

Kores secretly grits his teeth, he is not open to openly displaying his talents, but there are so many means to an end...  many of which would take too long...

There were two men the other figure seen at a distance was just a jacket draped over a strut.

The other man, a thickset dark haired man with scars crowded on his neck and arms spoke:

" Its not a big ask, shouldn't be more'n five florins. Three, just cos your new in town."

" Willem is down that a way, I'll tell you where when theres silver in my hand."

"Three florins," Bael said without a smile on his face, handing over the coins, "where will we find him?"

" See, Business."

" He's down that way, when you get to the green door take the next lane on your left. You'll find him at the end of it."

"I didn't catch your name to thank you..."

*Eyes widen*

Kores was sure not going to pay that much to find what is most likely a drunk, idle and ignorant youth who probably had too much to drink and indulged himself in the wrong company.  Still, at least this matter was resolved...

Follows Bael still wondering why the guy spent so much on some 'information'....

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 102):

" No, you didn't."

The unlikely pair made their way down Eagle Alley noting that there were a large number of eyes watching them from doorways and windows.

They soon came to an old farriers with a door daubed in a ghastly shade of green, they turned down the small laneway beside it and discovered Willem hunched over a barrel at the end of it. His body was shaking and his arms were plunged into the barrels depths, he winced as he heard their footsteps approach.

In reply to GM (msg # 103):

*Raises one eyebrow*

"Willem?  Willem is it?  Your father is asking for you.  How long have you been crouching here?"

" Aye, I'm Willem."

" My father? Oh, Goddess....my father....."

He frowned.

" Since last night. It hurts too much when I take them out..."

"Stand up son, what business is this?  What's become of you?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 106):

" I made a mistake."

" I couldn't pay my debts and they took it out of my flesh."

Physically bracing himself the young lad lifted his arms out of the icy water in the barrel.

They were, in laymans terms, a mess....

Raw, red flesh glistened and skin hung in bubbled and twisted strips; his fingers were little but bone and scarlet tendons.

He held them up for a brief moment before plunging them back into the barrel.

Never having been short of money, Bael was particularly shocked to see, up close, what some people will take as payment.

"Who did this to you?!  How much could you possibly have owed them??!!"  Bael was confused and angry.

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 108):

*Eyes widen*

*Touches the lads arms*

"Perhaps this will dull the pain.  It appears we will need to take you with us to come back to your father...  Bael!"

We'll take the kid back to the church, and they can decide what they want to do...

OOC: *Casts GREATER HEALING*
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In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 109):

No sooner have Kores' hands touched the boys ruined flesh than a miraculous transformation occurs; flesh swells and reweaves and skin flows to cover the restored muscle and sinew.

The lad lifted his hands from the barrel and flexed his now restored fingers in shock, livid scars whorled over his arms but had use of them again.

" By Brigantia, who are you? You have saved my life and I am forever in your debt!"

The boy fell to his knees weeping, his new hands clutched at Kores' robes....

*Eyes shift around warily*
*Angrily shakes off the kid*


"Enough!  You have wasted enough time!  'RUN' to your father and don't break your neck whilst doing so!"

Walks off whilst whispering to Bael...

"You didn't see anything did you?  Just tell me you didn't...."

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 111):

"That was amazing..." mumbles Bael, wide-eyed, before quickly grabbing Willem by the shoulder "Now tell me who did this!"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 112):

"The Scorchers. Only I didn't know it was them to start with, just some fellows I was playing Liars Dice and Mia with. And I was winning a lot, and then I stopped winning.....and they asked me for what I owed."

" They said I could get the money off my Da, but that'd mean he couldn't pay his debts.  And we still owe the Guarie family the money we loaned for the shop."

" So I refused; and they said they'd take it out of my hide then."

In reply to GM (msg # 113):

"Gambling debts?"

Bael's brow furrowed.

"Get out of here!!" he yelled, pushing the kid back towards the centre of town.

Turning to Kores, feeling that they both had been taken for a bit of a ride, Bael offered somewhat apologetically, "Maybe going off in search of your old trinkets would have been a more rewarding path.  Shall we return to Father Jeffries and let him know he should consider making his next sermon on the evils of gambling?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 114):

"Gambling, a pointless behaviour with the odds against you.  Let us now make haste, perhaps Father Jeffries will have another errand.  I doubt he is ready..."

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 115):

Willem ran off at high speed down a side alley.

The two men made their way back towards the chapel, drawing looks from the men they had spoken with earlier and the guards.

They walked back onto the main street and towards the square the chapel lay in.

The tiny chapel nestled incongruously beside the warehouse heavy with the reek of salted cod and pickled herring. Standing nearby was a hooded man with long red hair dressed in a cloak and local attire.

...........................

Across the open square a group of fishermen were moving off having seemingly finished their morning meal, a large grey hound lay on the cobblestones outside the harbourmasters office.

........................

Large rats sifted through scraps of refuse from the pickling houses.

A group of women waved to them from the open windows of a small shop above the blacksmiths; a small shrine to Brigantia sat outside the smithy, it was liberally decorated with silver coins.

Within the shadows of the smithy sat a man of deep mahogany complexion contemplating the forge fires.

( Head over to the Castleside thread for now folks)

In reply to GM (msg # 116):

[OOC: Returning to the dockside thread as Kores & Bael head to the Crown & Anchor]


As they made their way to the riverside inn, Bael turned back to ask "So how do you..." before realising that Kores and Bael were now on their own, having lost their newly made friends somewhere along the way.

He stopped for a moment and asked Kores "Was it something I said?", even though he was already wondering what his cranky friend had done to offend them so greatly.

With a shrug, he continued walking to the Crown & Anchor.

The arrival of the Chaubrettan Ambassador was a blessed relief for Brother Jacob, though he liked the father and the scrolls they had been reading were interesting he had just about had enough of learning for one day.

A man of action or one had once been he stood and excused himself, heading for the front of the church.


As he slipped out he noticed his two friends heading away from the area and rapping his robes round him headed after  them at a brisk walk.

When he was close enough he spoke "Friend Bael and friend Kores would you allow a simple priest of the cloth to accompany you on your nightly walk, Father Jefferies is a nice old priest but his idea of exitement is to research old dusty scrolls without even a glass of wine to keep ones throat wet."

In reply to Brother Jacob (msg # 118):

The Crown and Anchor was not far and Kores and Bael had passed it the previous night; though the entry was clear of unconcious patrons at this stage of the day.

Glances at Bael briefly before turning to address Jacob.

"Sometimes excitement comes to you when you least expect it.  But it is understandable if you wish to avoid Father Jeffries.  Come, perhaps something entertaining will come about from all this."

"A drinking friend is always welcome.  Any other job and it would mean divided shares, but drinking with friends always means the bounty will be bigger!" Bael laughed, patting Brother Jacob on the shoulder as they entered the Crown & Anchor.

In reply to GM (msg # 119):

Kores will ask for wine.  If there is no wine he'll resort to some other beverage, preferably a low volume serving like spirits or something.  He'll enquire about the chain of gold and red rubies.

Just a thought, Kilnded has a number of statuettes.  Maybe I should visit there later...

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 122):

The interior of the Crown and Anchor is large, roomy, warm and crowded with a large number of sailors, fishermen and some other men of even rougher appearance.

A small group near the door burst into shouts when the trio enter and one of the men was suddenly showered in coppers and florins by his compatriots.

Several other groups played dice around rickety tables, others seemed to delight in throwing a dagger in turn at their feet.  Another group took turns in flicking a long knife stuck into a well marked crack in a wall timber each time the blade was bent back it came closer to working its way loose and flying into the surrounding crowd.

The trio made their way through the common room noting the coins constantly shifting from purse to purse as they made their way through.

They found a spare table and sat down, an woman in her middle years shouldered up to them.

Noting Kores desire for wine she looked confused for a moment but promised to
"Rustle som'int up."

" An for t'udders?"

Ordering an ale, Bael overheard Kores asking about the chain and enquired "So what is this chain?  Are you a jewellery fancier or a merchant?"

"I'm not knowledgeable about jewelry but I do have an interest in their significance.  Symbols, artwork, various shapes give great insight into the minds of the craftsmen.  Usually such individuals associate valuable works of art with mythological or religious themes.  The discovery of this Selentine treasure gives us clues as to what persisted in these regions before the Selentine came and 'civilized' them.

Kores will ask in his intermediate visic if the Innkeeper is available, perhaps they can meet up.  If Bael is more proficient it would be nice if he could translate.  Kores would like to ask if he can view the jewelry.  If he is asked why he will state that there is a possibility they may be worth more than what he got them for....
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"So what exactly do *you* think was here?  Surely just a bunch of mumbo jumbo idiots who worshipped sticks and stones and other poppycock?"

Looking around him, Bael wondered what would possess a person to make this their 'local'.  If Kores wasn't so interested in this jewellery, he'd be very much up for trying to find a more reputable public house more suited to relaxing.


{OOC: Bael only has intermediate Visic as well so Kores would be no better off with Bael being a middle man}

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 126):

"Some of these locals had barbaric customs, ritual killing of their own leaders and other sacrifices.  Sometimes they would be strangled before dropped into pits.  All for promise of a better harvest in the following year.  I am curious as to the reasons behind these, whether it may have been demanded by their 'gods'."

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 127):

Bael and Brother Jacob are served some very disreputable ale and Kores is given a sealed bottle of what purports to be elderberry wine.

After some minutes the 'Innkeeper' comes to the table flanked by two surly looking men covered in knife scars.

The owner, or at least manager, is a ruddy red haired man dressed in a curious mix of ermine and battered leather.  The Necklace in question is clearly visible on his wide chest.

" I hear you've been making enquiries about my recent purchases.  I'm not sure I appreciate that, can be dangerous for strangers in town to be asking too many questions."

He pulled out a chair and sat down, " Or it can be profitable."

" Whats your story?"

In reply to GM (msg # 128):

"I am a Scholar from Breylak.  I was informed by reliable sources that a cache of Selentium trophies were discovered.  My interest is purely for the pursuit of knowledge.  It may be that these items are worth more than their weight in gold and precious stones."

Does the necklace have any visible markings?  Hm...  actually...

"Perhaps if you could let me examine it more closely, perhaps we can identify its origins, establish whether there may be more, similar treasures?  Perhaps this item was released as a set with other items?  If so it might give a clue as to where else such treasures could be found?"

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 129):

The man gave Kores a measured look then nodded; he took the necklace off over his head and lay it on the table.

The piece was heavy and solid looking, formed from smooth ovals of what looked to be yellow gold and seated with a dozen rubies ( or at least stones that appeared to be rubies). There were stylized whorls inscribed on the gold but it appeared otherwise unadorned.

There was no clasp, it was a solid circlet....indeed to Kores eye it appeared less a necklace and more a torc. Perhaps made for a statue as it was too large for any mans head.

" So what do you say of it?"

In reply to GM (msg # 130):

Kores picks it up, weighs it, holds it up to the light and scrutinizes it....


"How much did you pay for this?"

Brother Jacob pushed his chair back slightly so the table didn't get in his way as the men approached.

He looked relaxed but there was a slight tension in his body under his robes and his right hand was rested loosely at his side

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 131):

The man chuckled, " Sorry, Scunner. Thats not how it works."

" You tell me how much you think its worth first."

In reply to GM (msg # 133):

"Ah, definitely an ancient artifact.  This item is worth more than its weight in gold and gemstones.  However it is not a major artifact as the best craftsmen would have left a signature indicating their workmanship.  This item may be of greater value to dedicated scholars from Breylak or Ongus.  I myself have limited powers to identify..."

*Closer look at the whorls*

"...Hard to say...  Perhaps this may have belonged to a noble family of its age.  If you happen to pass through Breylak or Ongus, there may be individuals who may take an interest, who would acknowledge its actual value."

" No, I'm not likely headed south for many a year yet. But you haven't tried to cheat me and I ken you answered as best ye can."

" I paid 100 florins and my fathers axe for it and I think it was worth it, makes me feel ......regal."

He picked up the jewellry and placed it back over his head.

" But I ken your wanting to know where I got it? That'll cost you."

In reply to GM (msg # 135):

*Smirks*

"Oh?  Naturally, that can interest me.  What price to find a fellow scholar or archaeologist?"

Dann had been letting his mind wander for a while, helped in this by the few mugs of ale he drank in the process. Lost in his thoughts, he did not mind at first the strange discussion taking place on a table nearby, and the no less awkward protagonists of it. 'Awkward' was a word he could use to qualify half the people around here, but since he was not from this city, he just tried to show as if they were perfectly normal people to him.

This time, however, his eye was caught by the move of a man putting some kind of jewellery over his head. Looking at it intently, it reminded him of something: shuffling his belongings, he brought out his shield and looked at it as well. Seeing some strange similarities, he thought to himself: "Maybe he knows a thing or two about where it comes from?"

Without thinking it up much more, he steps forward and asks the man with the jewellery: "Hey, man, sorry to interrupt your conversation. I am Dann of Clan Valin. Where did you say you found this artefact?" All this in a pure... barbaric manner.

He still holds his shield in his hand.

" Well, they t'weren't no scholar and I dannae even know what a arkioulargesse is being."

" As to who they were........that'll cost you 10 silvers.  Steep? Yes. But I dannae if your to be causing trouble an' it'll come back on my heid.  So its a little more than usual."



The man screwed up an eye and a brief flicker of fear passed over his face before he noted that despite the mans martial aspect and blue-grey plaid he was alone.

" That answer will cost you the same as our pasty friend here in the odd hat. Ten silvers."

In reply to GM (msg # 138):

Kores is visibly hesitant.

*Swallows*

*Tugs at collar*

*Looks to the newcomer*

Brother Jacob stood to his full height he even made the new comer look small.

"Gentlemen why does money have to be the centre of all our conversations. As a am of the church I would see it as a favour to me if you would answer my friends questions. Think about it for a moment, and remember the church is powerful and tends to overlook some of the less savoury activities that take place in this area but with the right word in the right place the docks could be crawling with church soldiers by this time tomorrow."

He gave the man a gentle pat on the shoulder all the while with a friendly smile on his face "Well what is it to be? answers or soldiers."

In reply to Brother Jacob (msg # 140):

Bael holds himself at full size to help add to the groups threat, although he keeps a constant eye on this new roughneck barbarian who is more likely to cause problems than the innkeeper.

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 141):

*Eyes wide*

*Turns even more pale*

*Starts to shuffle back from the table*

*Forced smile*

*Ahem*  "Gentlemen!  Much can be accomplished without imposing ourselves on our host!  His request for monetary compensation is perfectly understandable but I have limited resources available at this time.  Let us continue our enquiries elsewhere until we have sufficient funds available."

*Looks to the Innkeeper*

"Hope you can understand.  You have been most generous with your time and I appreciate your help."

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 142):

Bael starts to slouch again, a little disappointed, a little relieved.  Looking at Kores, he wonders what strange gears run inside the man's mind.

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 142):

The man simply smiled broadly and got up from the table, moving back into the crowd flanked by his men.

As the men leave Brother Jacob leans over to his group " When we leave on your guard, our enquiries have pricked his interest about his little trinket and he may wish to talk to our friend Kores again in less pleasant surroundings."

Dann is a bit frustrated by the outcome of this whole conversation. It didn't happen at all as he expected, but he keeps reminding himself that he is in a largely foreign territory -- with regards to habits and manners -- and does not dare to interfere.

Once the man with the jewel is gone, curiosity takes the better of him, though, and he asks to the bearded scholar who was talking with him: "You seem to have a clue or two about what this jewel could be. Would you know anything about the origin of this shield?"

He is still standing, and he wonders if his question will trigger the same reaction.

Beard?  What beard?  Did I forget to shave again?

Link back to this game


Ah, yes, ok, ginger heard...  I forgot that myself....

*Furrows brow*

"Interesting...  lets see...."

*Inspects shield*

(Anything on OCC?)
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In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 147):

Kores gazes thoughtfully...

"...An ancient design, easy to create with the right geometric equipment.  As for the ancient significance, there may be four winds or two genders.  Three might be associated with Mercanian mythology and the three worlds Asgard, Midgard and Niflheim.  I am currently investigating further, perhaps you can join us on our travels?"

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 148):

Dann looks intently at the strange character in front of him, not knowing at first how to react. That certainly was not a proposal he was expecting. "Travel? What kind of travel are you talking about?" His tone is a bit more blunt than he intended, but then again, the man seems to be a foreigner.
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In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 149):

"I was informed by Father Jeffries that several items of ancient origin, pre-Selentium artifacts were discovered and found their way into the hands of several individuals.  I still have some leads to follow.  Perhaps you are seeking to discover more about your origins?"

Records and names given to Kores ( and Guillame if there seems to be agreement in moving into his employ) by Father Jeffries:


A number of unadorned gold and silver bowls and plates were acquired by a Ciaran Goldsmith.

A golden mask was acquired by Eithne Guaire.

A large number of golden brooches, amulets and statuary were taken by Kilnded the Steward.

A large linked chain of gold with red rubies was acquired by the Crown and Anchor Inn

Statuettes, now thats the thing....  Hopefully they will be mishapened and deformed....

Kores suggests we visit the Castle....

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 148):

Bael loudly cleared his throat, as if to say "What in heck are you thinking Kores, inviting this wilderling to join us and slit our throats in the middle of the night before hammering our skulls flat with his fists and walking away without even stealing our coins?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 151):

Kores sniffs and raises an eyebrow signalling:

"Another peon, a feckless individual who can queue up to absorb projectiles, first line of defence against incendiaries, make the rest of us lackwits look like geniuses by the amount of fertilizer they can spew as well as mules should we discover a lot of low value merchandise..."
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Dann is not sure to get the gimmick going on between his interlocutor and the man seated next to him. However, thinking about it fast, he figures that the proposal is as good as any. He slowly sits down where the man with the jewel had been, and asks: "Tell me more: why would you want to find these items? And once you get hold of them, what will you get in return?" This time, the tone is more intrigued than rude.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 153):

Kores looks at Dann with a dark, penetrating look.  His puffed up bloodshot eyes conceal a fanatical look as he stares through Dann...

"Men from distant lands survived without the benefit of strong governments.  In the wildest, furthest corners of the world he had to resort to any means to obtain the strength to survive.  Unfortunately some turn to false gods...  Demons and other minions of darkness...  These evil servants of darkness care not for men but what they can do using them.  In an age before Kings, before men recorded history their markings used to be openly displayed.  Now they have become more elusive and we must hunt for them..."

"They are not limited by the short lives of men, their memories are long and they make plans that extend beyond many generations of men, plots that are carried out through the centuries...  only men who can read beyond what is recorded in history will see the danger to all...  There is much to do..."

You briefly see what is almost a look of despair as Kores finishes, before his usual stern expression takes over....

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 154):

A group of men have drifted over and seem to be laying bets on what Kores will say next.

A crowded pub is probably not the best place for a private conversation..

Dann is quiet impressed by the eloquence of what he just heard. The man is thin and seems to be sick, but feels inhabited with a purpose. That's more than what he can say about himself.

Looking around, he realizes that the whole scene seems to be the main attraction going on in the inn. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, he leans forward toward his table mates and whispers: "I'm not saying I'm not interested. However, maybe we could pursue this conversation somewhere more... discreet. And what did you say your name was again?"

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 156):

"Kores Varias of Breylak.  I have some idea where we should go next, if you care to follow..."

Kores will get out, moving hastily he wants to lose the idle and ignorant...  We'll have to get in contact with Kilnded...  or maybe check up with the other party...  Come to think of it, an ambassador from Chaubrette might just gain an audience....

Maybe we should stay in the pub, or head back to Father Jeffries.  Well, lets just leave a message with Jeffries....

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 157):

Bael swiftly downs the last of his ale and stands up, ready to follow where Kores leads.  He hopes that it's somewhere else that also has ale, but less of the riff-raff.

"Well then, Kores Varias, I will follow... for now." says Dann. Then he gets up, gathers his things, settles his bill laconically and follows Kores Varias and his mates out of the inn.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 159):

Lets just leave a message with Jeffries...., we'll find our Chaubretian friend and let him get us into the castle with Kilnded....

Brother Jacob listened quietly but as Kores moves for the door he gave Bael a nod in that direction before moving swiftly through the crowd and getting to the door first.

Upon opening the door he moved out and away from the light spilling out behind him. For a moment he allowed his eyes to become accustomed to the dark before he surveyed his surroundings looking for any sign of an ambush that may have been set up by the group they had talked to earlier about the neckless they owned.

In reply to Brother Jacob (msg # 161):

The four of them made their way to Father Jeffries who greeted them warmly and offered a small quantity of bread and cheese to them to take with them.

" Where are you headed to now? Did you find what you sought?"

In reply to GM (msg # 162):

"We would like to seek an audience with Kilnded.  I thought it might be easier with the help of the Ambassador of Chaubrette.  It got quite uncomfortable at the Inn so I thought it would be better to meet up here."

Dann casts a suspicious look at father Jeffries at first, and mumbles a greeting when he meets him. Seeing that he seems to be helpful, his stance becomes more relaxed, even though he does not know what to think about the place the group entered. He keeps silent for now though.

" An audience with the Steward of the Fief? Yes, it is quite beyond my power to arrange."

He nodded in a friendly matter to Dann but did not enquire as to his name.

"Maybe that strange talking gentleman we were speaking with here earlier today can win an audience with the Steward?  G'yarm? Where did they go?  They were supposed to meet us at the inn."

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 166):

"We could always leave a message with Father Jeffries and head back there..."

Lets do that.  We'll tell Jeffries we're heading back to the Inn, but we're looknig for the Chaubretian ambassador....

Dann frowns. "I am not following your logic, Kores Varias. You decide to come here as it is a better place to discuss, and then you want to go back at the place where we were in the first place? Are you trying to make fun of me?" The barbarian does not know what to think of this strange posse, and certainly does not feel comfortable following it back and forth around town.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 168):

"Alright, away from the eyes of the ignorant...  Father Jeffries was in contact with people who discovered various items of ancient origin, before the coming of the True Faith.  I heard of these discoveries and I am looking for those that may be of unnatural origin.  Anything that looks familiar, humanoid, animal, two legged or four legged would be normal.  But have you SEEN the horrors of the depths?  Unnatural creatures with mishapened limbs, oversized jaws that belong in worlds that defy the laws of existence?  Men tend to worship gods that resemble themselves.  When we come across unnatural designs this is strong evidence of malicious entities from other worlds...."

"When they come to our world the needs of their worshippers are far from their concern.  They may desire sacrifice, to devour their souls, feast on the pain of men in enternal torment.  We must strive to follow them and contain them.  Who knows how many innocents are lost every day to their unnatural presence..."

Ok, we park here and wait for them....

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 169):

"But aren't all those things largely stories to scare children into doing as they're told?  I mean, I've heard of ogres terrorising villagers and phantoms snuffing men like candles but you talk of things that sound like they only belong in those books you read."

Bael looked at Kores sceptically.  He'd met men similar, who had lots of scary words, all ultimately designed to make only themselves seems scarier.

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 170):

"What we use to scare children is one matter.  But these horrors do not wish to make their presence known, but they are already amongst us....  Rather than face the powers of men they prefer to prey on the unwary."

"Perhaps you have not yet seen THEM?  They hide in the darkness preying on the vulnerable.  Many people such as myself have been devoured, their bodies broken and held in eternal torment...."

"Do not forget that myths and legends have a basis on the truth, and though distorted still retain an element of truth in them..."

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 171):

Father Jeffries looked askance at Kores and his sermonizing but did not venture an opinion of his own; though he did surreptitiously cross himself at certain junctures.

Out of the silence Brother Jacob spoke " What Kores speaks of has some truth to it. In another life I was a soldier, a commander of men in fact, I have done a lot of things in that life I am ashamed of but I have seen a lot of things that a man should not have to witness, that is why I wear the robs of the faithful now. In part to redeem myself and in part because the creatures I have seen and battles can only come from nightmares and children's stories, if they can be real then God has to be real to."

He fell silent for a moment wrestling with his memories " If you believe such things still walk the earth and that these trinkets you are looking for could give evidence or even suggestions on how to destroy them then I am willing to do what needs to be done to achieve such a goal."

He moved over to Father Jeffries " Father before we depart please could you hear my confessions. I feel that in the coming days my faith will be sorely tested and I may have to call on the skills I have buried so deep to find peace and become the man I once was. If that is my fate then I wish to at least go with a pure heart. I also ask that you pass on my regrets to the Bishop as he partitioned my ordination into the church knowing who I was but please tell him I do what must be done in the name of the father and the protection of the good."

With that Brother Jacob moved over to the alter and knelt praying for guidance in the coming days.

In reply to Brother Jacob (msg # 173):

"Perhaps the Selentium discovered something they wanted to keep out.  Have you not heard?  They built a wall to keep whatever they came across out of the empire...  many centuries ago...  One can only imagine what a desperate, primitive people might resort to in order to ensure their independence from the True Faith..."

Dann had heard his share of strange and creepy stories while travelling and rieving. However, he did not know of all these people where putting a joke on him, or somehow completely mad! "I understand that life can be frightening at times, and I have experienced things I would like to forget as well." he says. "But you surely do not think I would follow you to hunt devils for your good company only? What is there to gain in this endeavor, except mockery and pain?"

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 175):

*Sighs*

"It has been a lonely task...  Not all wish to know the truth, many live their lives in ignorance, content and satisfied that the world around them will remain intact.  Only a few can be entrusted with the knowledge of how things stand and of those a select few take it upon themselves to fight against the forces of darkness...  There is no credit, apart from the satisfaction of protecting the innocent and weak.  However these dark forces often have access to much in the way of resources...."

"...they take the cheese and soak it in Calvados for..." The chapel door opens and Guillaume walks inside, "...maybe we can finish that discussion another time."

"'Ello my friends, it seems we missed you at the Crown and Anchor.  No pity, it did not look like a very 'ospitable place."

Guillaume takes a seat at a pew.  "We took a little longer than expected as we stopped at the workshop of Ciaran Goldsmith."  Guillaume recounts what he was told by Ciaran (OOC: see Castle Side Thread).

"So you might like to pay a visit to this Albish importer, Etienne."

Guillaume notices Dann.  "Oh."  His eyes dart to Kores and Bael then back to Dann.   "'Ello."
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In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 177):

"Good!  Excellent...  We made some enquiries at the Inn but we uncovered very little in the way of leads.  We have made a new aquaintance, Dann has an interest in ancient artifacts and his own ancestry.  Perhaps he may learn more if he joins us in our investigations."

"And I would be interested in an audience with Kilnded.  Perhaps you might be able to assist."

"Let us find this Etienne..."

*Nods to Finan and Yamousou*

Father Jeffries knelt beside him and indicated that he was willing to hear his confession before the altar or they could retire to Father Jeffries quarters if more privacy was needed.

" I will pass on your words, and a few of my own, to the Bishop of Ongus himself."

Shifting uncomfortably, Bael listened to Guillaume's story, wondering how many Etienne's there might be in the world.  One of his father's trading partners was a man named Etienne, a trader who had dined many times over the years at the Haywardson manor house as Bael was growing up.  He had been a nice enough fellow,  but catching up and talking about the family was not going to be fun.  He most likely deals with Morrin now.  Bastard.

As soon as Guillaume enters the room, talking, Dann raises an eyebrow. He heard this accent many times while he raided the coasts of Chaubrette and took captives. A mild smile dawns on his lips, and he cannot help to exchange a few words in the funny language of the newcomer, if only with string Visic accent: "Je vois que vous avez fait un long voyage pour venir jusqu'ici, Monseigneur. Puisque nous avons été présentés, comment dois-je vous appeler?"

(for non french speakers: "I see that you made a long trip to come all he way here, dear Sir. Since we have been presented, how should I call you?")

A look of pleasant surprise comes over Guillaume's face. "It is rare to 'ear my mother tongue spoken in this land, rarer still to 'ear it spoken with such grace. I am Guillaume de Morvan, Ambassador for the King of Chaubrette." Guillaume gave a very small bow.

"I am intrigued as to 'ow you came to learn Beaulangue, there is a story there, non?"

He turns to Kores. "Yes, I agree Etienne should be consulted. 'Owever, your... enthusiasm might be seen as a little... churlish? I would be pleased to speak on your behalf if agreeable to you."

In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 182):

"Oui, d'accord."

*Smirks*

"Tres bien!  Shall we pay this Etienne a visit now?  Or is there other business to attend to?"  Guillaume looks to each of the others.

Dann raises an eyebrow when hearing the position of Guillaume. He will certainly stay evasive about how he learned the language for the time being. Now, seeing that everybody is ready to move on on this uncanny quest of theirs, he reacts: "Wait... where did you say you were going?" Then addressing more specifically Guillaume, he adds: "Are you part of this mad quest as well? Que cherchez-vous exactement?"

In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 184):

"Sure, lets go..."

Guillaume chuckles. "I 'ave not signed on to any expidition yet - it depends on if there will be any rewards.  I am simply making some enquiries on be'alf of some fellow foreigners.  Apparently the artifacts Kores is interested in were brought to Glissom by Etienne the Albish importer, so we go to question 'im.  Then I am afraid I will 'ave to attend to some official duties."

In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 187):

Bael maintains his awkward silence at talk of Etienne but will follow, at the back of the group.

Dann was about to ask even more questions, then realized that ha probably didn't have anything else to do for now. Surrendering to the idea to look for these strange artifacts, he is still curious about something: "Do you believe that this research could lead is in any way on the path of Conn, the King of Reavers?"

His eyes are flashing with hate when he pronounce the name.

"Who is this Conn? He sounds like an interesting fellow."

"I assume that Rex Conn is alive since I would be more knowledgeable about the dead.  Perhaps one day his grave will yield vast amounts of knowledge and insight for future generations."

"That is, unless he involves himself with unnatural, unholy powers?  Perhaps he is a living, breathing relic of the distant past?  One that clings onto life not by his own power but by dark forces?"

*Evil grin*

"Interesting...  That's one way to put in.  A few miles outside the city the Kings influence is minimal.
The coutryside is ruled by local barbarian chieftans and warlords.  Conn is the self appointed king of all these barbarian.
I'm sure we'll meet him one day, but I'm not looking forward to that."

In reply to Finan McRoach (msg # 192):

"Two Kings? Maybe I should be starting diplomatic relations with 'im too..." Guillaume thinks aloud, looking a little confused.

"A self appointed King of Chieftains?  That is funny.  I could be the self appointed master of talking to the deceased but I would not make such a name public.  Such vanity, nothing but childishness.  Only appointment by the people or higher forces can one take such a title."

"I imagine the thug claims he earnt his title with spilt blood and broken teeth.  I think we'd be best off avoiding that kind of uncivilised type, the people of this city are bad enough!"

Bael almost braced himself as he said this around Dann, a man whom he also imagines to rise through the ranks with help from the edge of an axe.

Yamousou chuckled. "In my experience, most noble and benevolent kings are descended from brigands and thieves."

Dann is surprised to feel a smile come to his mouth. Bael's remark makes him look at the knight sideways, but the last remark of Yamousou finally triggers a genuine laugh. "You are probably right, dark-skinned one, but Conn certainly complies to this rule as well!"

Seeing everybody look at him, he adds: "Very well then, I will follow you in your research, wherever that leads me. Conn be damned!"

"Indeed. Shall we?"

Guillaume opens the door to the chapel and steps outside. He quickly scans the area for anything out of the ordinary, then waits for the others before heading to the West Docks.

Having given his confession to the good father Brother Jacob stood just as the group had completed their discussions and were heading for the door.

Moving over to Bael " Ah I see a decision on our next move has been made" the priest seems to be in good a mood.

Dann follows his intriguing new chaubretan mate, and keeps silent.

The somewhat motley crew made their way across the docks towards the area where the trader was supposed to have his business.

They attracted more than a few curious glances as they passed; a southerner dressed in finery, a noble aspected southern knight, his tall pale grim-faced seneschal, his household priest, an fierce looking ebon-skinned warrior and two local housecarls...though perhaps one was a guide?

They heard the rumourmill churn into action as they passed.

' An Albish noble?'
' A diplomat. Algandy, I think?'

In reply to GM (msg # 201):

"I see we 'ave mastered the art of being inconspicuous." Guillaume smiles wryly.

In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 202):

Yamousou chuckled. "We pass unseen like clouds on a moonless night."

Dann does not say a word, but feels increasingly uncomfortable being watched like that. He starts throwing hostile looks at those who seem to be the most inquisitive around the group.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 204):

Irritated look, furrowed forehead...

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 205):

Hostile glares from scribe and, well mostly, two armed warriors kept eyes averted even if they did nothing to still the wagging tongues.

The walk along the dock revealed morning boats returning with loads of mackerel and herring and the smell made them glad when they turned inland to find the trading company.

The building was quite prominent and a large sign in both Visic and Albish stated ' Albion Import and Export.'

A large flock of local merchants were gathered outside the door talking about linen.

Brother Jacob hated crowds it meant danger could be right next to you and you wouldn't notice until the cold steel of a dagger had slipped through your ribs.

He kept one hand in his robes on the handled of his sword, the feel was as familiar as the hand that touched the weapon but it was strange to once again hold a thing that killed. He told himself it was just for protection of his friends and that god would foregive him.

Standning there next to the others he used his full hweight to survey the dock area

"Gentlemen; our destination.  I will enter and meet with this Etienne.  Follow if you wish."

Guillaume walks through the flock of merchants and enters the door.

In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 208):

Guillame entered the open door and looked about the interior.

The large open stone floored room was crammed with stacks of goods, young lads and roughnecks.

An man in his late thirties stood in the centre of the room co-ordinating things in a booming voice.

As Guillame entered the man took his measure and ventured a smile....or was it a grimace?

" Yes? Can I help you?"

Not able to suffer the look of so many people, and genuinely curious, Dann follows the steps of Guillaume through the door.

Always curious, Yamousou followed in as well. Once inside he looked around.

In reply to GM (msg # 209):

Slips in with a dark look.  Fastidiously avoiding contact with anybody who comes close.  Mutters to self...

Bael froze at the sound of the voice.  It sure sounded like the Etienne he knew from earlier years, but after the walk, his anxieties had built to quite a level.

"I might just...  wait outside..."  Bael said, even though he was now starting to think it *wasn't* the same Etienne.

Guillaume smiles in return, no hint if a grimace on his face.

"Good day.  I am Ambassador Guillaume De Morvan.  I would like to speak to Etienne the Albish importer."

In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 214):

At the sound of Guillames voice the man smiles broadly, " That would be myself. How can I help, your Lordship?"

"What a busy enterprise you 'ave!  My friends and I would like to speak to you about some business.  May I introduce Kores Varias scholar of Breylak, Master Yamousou of Mungoda, Dann of Clan Valin, Sir Bael..." Guillaume looks around. "Oh. That is all of us."

"Per'aps there is somewhere more private we can talk?"

Etiennes face became expressionless, " Very well."

He pointed to a section of the shop floor behind some woolbales where it was clear of other customers.

Guiding them over he banished the men who were working in the area, they were alone and the din of bargaining merchants left their conversation very private indeed.

" Well met, gentlemen."

" It is not often I see so many fellow foreigners in one place."

" What do you need." he said quietly, his jaw tight.

In reply to GM (msg # 217):

"I am a scholar from Breylak.  I have heard you have acquired part of an archaeological finding, a Gold Mask?  I was curious whether it would depict one of the conventional old gods of Glissom, or whether there was some non-Selentium influence?  Perhaps it might have only one eye like Wotan perhaps...  To certain individuals it may have an exceptionally high value...  Especially to collectors of certain 'Deities'."

*Raises eyebrow*

In reply to Kores Varias (msg # 218):

Guillaume smiles his winning smile again.  "Please sir, be at ease."

"As my friend was saying, we understand that you have brought into Glissom recently some silver and golden artifacts, non?  Monsieur Varias 'as a scholar's interest in these items, so we come to ask you where they were found so we can investigate further."

The man looked at Kores carefully, seemingly a little confused.

" This is about the gold shipment last month?", he said flatly.



Guillames confirmation of their interest saw the mans demeanour change markedly.

" The items came from the north, along the coast. They were unearthed by a group of mercenaries working with Prince Doron, somewhere south of where the Bracks touch the sea. But I'm not sure where exactly.  They definetely called into Lacklaw on the way back because they brought me some Lacklaw White and elderberry wine."

" They didn't speak much of what they'd found but one of the men mentioned he'd lost two companions in an attempt to increase their asking price."

In reply to GM (msg # 220):

"Lacklaw...  good...  I believe you acquired a Gold Mask?  May I see it?"

" The Mask? It was sold to Eithne Guaire.......you can ask her if you like.", Etienne expressed an involuntary shudder.

In reply to GM (msg # 222):

A faint smile forms on his exhausted features.

"Thank you.  You have been most helpful.  Do you know whom this Ethne Guaire is and where she resides?"

"Thank you for the information, we are very appreciative." Guillaume's eyes widen.  "It sounds like a dangerous exercise trading in such items!" 

"Speaking of wines, do you ever venture south to Chaubrette?  I'm sure you would find a small market for Morvanian Reds were you to bring some 'ere" Guillaume says with a grin.

Brother Jacob stood near the back of the group forgiving Guillaume's oversight at not introducing him. He was more comfortable waiting in the background and listening to the conversation than taking part.

He also found out early on that a priest's robes meant he was overlooked quiet a lot in public places so he just hovered round in the background

Etienne raised an eyebrow, these people were very new in town.

" The Guaires run.....well, most....of Harbourside."

" Their manor is in Eagle Alley. Be on your guard."

In reply to GM (msg # 226):

*Eyes barely open*

"Well...  You have been most...  helpful...  ...We must be on our way..."

Well, I suppose we'll finish with Kilnded.  Maybe we should request an audience and see him at some appointed time.  How does it usually work?  Or do we just walk in on him and knock.

So, before that, you guys wanna' go meet up with the fiery mob?

Yamousou kept his own counsel during the discussion. For now he might appear as hired muscle to the well-spoken politician, which was fine.

He was intrigued at the discussion about wine. He had developed a taste for finer vintages during his travels, and would happily try a new bottle if the opportunity arose.

Etiennes mouth became a thin diamond-edged line.

" No, I find the southern climes to warm for my health. After I moved here from Albion I've rarely ventured beyond the city bounds."

" I will enquire with one of the Ongus bound ships."

" Trading in them is not dangerous, procuring them may well be."

In reply to Yamousou (msg # 228):

In his nervous state it seemed to Bael that his companions were taking an inordinately long time in the merchants'. He shifted back and forth on the spot and self-consciously turned his shield to face him. Even though his family emblem was painted over it was still faintly visible. "What would Gatanades do?" Bael wondered absent mindedly to himself.

"Tres bien!  One yearns for a taste of 'ome, as i'm sure you would understand."



Guillaume chuckles. "I see you have chosen the wiser of the two options.  Do you know if these mercenaries are still in the city?  Or per'aps you can recommend a captain who is sailing north to Lacklaw soon?"

" Still here? No, the Prince and his hirelings were off again almost immediately, I think he has it in his head to do some raiding down the coast in Ereworn."

" Greylocks tub is headed back that way with a load of pork in the next few days.  It's not as fine as my ships but it'll get you there."

" You'll find him down in one of the open-houses facing the docks."

Finan waited outside in the street with Sir Bael.  He raised an eyebrow at the knights supplication.

"Thank you for the information. Could you describe the Greylock."

" Big bloke, yellow boots, grey forelock."

"I see, 'ence the name Greylocks." Guillaume looks pleased with himself. "Thank you again, and should you reconsider trading to Chaubrette then please come and see me. The King is keen to expand trade routes."

"Unless my companions 'ave any more questions we will take your leave. I wish you good fortune."

"So. You have red hair... Does it hurt?"

Even as he said it, Bael felt stupid and frowned, looking at the ground.

Understanding that the party is taking his leave, Dann addresses a somewhat frightening, martial smile at the merchant -- uncovering in the process his darkened teeth.

Finan glared at the Albish knight with thin lips and icy eyes.
"Say something else stupid and you'll find out if it hurts..."

Those inside rejoined their companions outside....apparently at a tense moment by the looks on their faces.

The merchants outside made way for them, no one wanted to get close to that many armed foreigners.

A group of amber hooded men armed with cudgels had gathered at the corner, Dann and Finan ignored them, understandably a household/mercenary company of the size the business owners of this quarter perceived Guillarmes to be was a possible threat to profit, property and life.

Finan acknowledged the guards with a nod and turned to the party as they exited the Merchants house.
"Ignore them and they'll ignore us.  Let us leave now and not discuss our business in the street."
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In reply to Finan McRoach (msg # 241):

"Lets go see Kilnded.  If we can't we can go to wherever that Ciaran guy said he got his gold stuff from... "

"Unless you guys want to talk to the local mafia..."
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Yamousou took Finan's advice and followed on with the group.

"You want to see the Steward!  You're crazier than I thought.  I hope you are patient because you'll need to be."

Finan stands by the Chaubretton and waits for his instructions.

In reply to Finan McRoach (msg # 244):

"Patience?  None whatsoever....  Insane...  possibly..."

"...perhaps the ambassador of Chaubrette could help us with this matter?"
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Dann, who has tried to remain as unnoticed as possible ever since he entered the city, does not feel comfortable at all with the plans being discussed. He decides to remain silent, though, seeing that the dark skin warrior -- who should be in an even less comfortable position -- is doing the same.

"Sound advice mon ami, I 'ave no desire to become better acquainted with those men. Should we 'ead back to the chapel to discuss our next move?"



"I 'ave met the Steward and 'e is not a man to be trifled with. I am not inclined to bother 'im with such matters." Guillaume looks thoughtful. "Ceiran said 'e bought the gold from Etienne.  Etienne said it came from North, maybe near Lacklaw. Greylocks is sailing that way soon. It seems to me that if you want to find the source of the items then charter a bunk on Greylock's ship."

"Sound advice mon ami, I 'ave no desire to become better acquainted with those men. Should we 'ead back to the chapel to discuss our next move?"



"I 'ave met the Steward and 'e is not a man to be trifled with. I am not inclined to bother 'im with such matters."

Guillaume looks thoughtful. "Ceiran said 'e bought the gold from Etienne.  Etienne said it came from North, maybe near Lacklaw. Greylocks is sailing that way soon. It seems to me that if you want to find the source of the items then charter a bunk on Greylock's ship."
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In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 248):

"Suits me.  Gentlemen, where I am headed you are not under any obligations to follow, but I WOULD enjoy your company should you wish to do so..."

"A sea voyage might be fun. Maybe we could do some fishing."

Yamousou grinned as he made the casual remark, his sharpeneed teeth glinting. It was clear that as long as the journey was interesting, he was up for pretty much anything.

Still unsure how closely he had brushed past his family history, Bael was keen to be moving on somewhere further away.  A little bit of danger and excitement might help keep his mind from drifting as well...  One of these days the people of Clyster will sing songs about the triumphs of Bael Haywardson and his stupid brother will be forgotten after many a bad business deal.

"Kores, you will not be going alone."

"The royal court in Glissom is rather quiet compared to Chaubrette so I don't suppose I will be missed.  If there is more of these items to be found then I am interested."  Guillaume's eyes widen in excitement.  "An ancient Glissom artifact would make a fine gift for the King!"

"I will 'ave to settle some affairs before we leave, but we might be getting ahead of ourselves - we still need to talk to Greylocks."

Dann shrugs. "I have been spending my life on the sea, so what's another trip? Plus it gives me a reason to leave this dreadful city. This place is certainly not meant for me!"

Le Compagnie de'Guillarme nade its way through the docklands again, people parted before them as they travelled.

Small children pointed particularly at the Wagaman but also at the 'Reaver', the pale man and the priest of the Hanged God.

After some time they made their way back towards the chapel.

The Father was no where to be seen and the door to the Chapel was locked.

Brother Jacob produced a key from his pouch and let them into the church.

"I'm not expecting that we will end up leaving immediately with Greylock, but on the off chance that we do, we should maybe leave a note for Father Jeffries thanking him for his hospitality and letting him know our destination."

Bael searched around for some writing implements.

"Kores, I trust your penmanship is good?"

In reply to Bael Haywardson (msg # 255):

"Impeccable."

Well then, lets leave a note that we're on a far away journey.  Why don't we leave a tip or something?

"I wonder if it would be best if a local speaks to Greylocks?  'E might be more accomodating to a fellow Gliss.  And it might attract less attention...  Finan, Dann, what do you think?"

"I think that I don't trust anyone in this city. And I might have faced this Greylock once or twice in battle. But, sure, I can try." answers the borderer.

In reply to Dann of Clan Valin (msg # 258):

Brother Jacob mused, " Etienne said Greylock was leaving in a few days. Even if we meet with him today what plans do you folk have for the remainder of the time we have?"

"Well if it's firey demons you're after Kores, maybe after we speak to Greylock we should visit the Guaires in Eagle Alley.  After our travels through there previously I think it's safe to say that it was their doormen who were rude to us...  Rodney, I believe he said his name was...  I'm not sure that they'll be particularly accommodating, but they did seem to be in a hot bed of this 'Scorcher' behaviour.  Maybe they're not just jewellery fanciers?"

In reply to GM (msg # 259):

"I should put in an appearance at Court.  I do have official duties to attend to after all.  If I 'ave an opportunity I may ask the Steward about the items 'e received, despite my misgivings." 

Guillaume looks at the document give to him earlier by Father Jeffries.  "Golden brooches, amulets and statuary."

In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 261):

"Statues!  I do want to look at those statues!"

"Sure Bael, I thought they were a most pleasant people to talk to.  Their temperament is quite similar to mine, especially in regard to annoying youths."

Brother Jacob frowned, " So it seems we have a number of places to be?  And Father Jeffries wants me to accompany you."

" Ambassador Guillame? You are heading to the Castle, with who?"

" Who will be meeting with Greylock?"

" And who is off to Eagle Alley?"

He grinned, " I must say, you lot certainly have added to the excitement around here."

He grimly checked over his weapons, again resembling more soldier than priest.

" So what is it to be?"

Dann turns his eyes toward Brother Jacob. "I will go to Greylock. The sea is what I know best around here. I'm sure we will be able to understand each other."

With so many new faces, Bael had already started feeling most comfortable with Brother Jacob and Kores.  He turned to Kores and cocked an eyebrow - "So shall it be Greylock's or back to Eagle Alley first?"