Entering the guild, near the intersection of the Red light, merchant and
 artisinal districts, you encounter the burly Scottsman sitting at his desk
With the old Rogues' guild sign,
Anything that isn't nailed down is mine, anything I can pry up isn't
Nailed down.
 To the side of McCain, who will check the serial number on your tin badge
against his ledger to be certain of your membership, is another sign:
All weapons larger than a knife must be checked or peacebonded

Beyond the sign, is the entrance to the main guild hall, where you can also
see a dozen halberdiers waiting to enforce the second sign.

Stepping through the doorway, I approach the burly human.  My face dominated by a wide smile.
Hello sir.  I'd like to go inside.  I'm looking for a friend and also seeking work.
I hand him my axe and shield and head into the main hall.

In reply to Dareos (msg # 2):

The Scotsman gives you the eye as he signs you in, checks your weapons, and
 Passes you a metal chit for them. Looking at your unusually broad smile
And tentacled hands, he avoids making direct contact with them.

I'll look around for familiar faces.  If I make eye contact with anyone, I'll greet them with a smile and gentle nod.

Once inside, I'll find a place to sit, resting my pack and helmet in the seat next to me.

In reply to Dareos (msg # 4):

In one corner is a petite elf, with a rather large muscular guard, talking with a one-armed woman. There are other characters around her.

"So, is Haskell coming with us on the return? I know he has been hurt, but we will need him, and need him patched up...same for Molag."

I stand, leaving my gear behind, and approach with a very peaceful gait.
I'm dressed neck to toe in leather armor that's seen some wear and has been recently mended.
My pointed ears and fair skin would tell you I'm an elf.  My serpent-like eyes and tentacled fingers say otherwise.
A jeweled torc wraps around my neck, carved in the form of a snake swallowing it's own tail.

I apologize for being forward, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation.

I bow my head and close my eyes for a second.  Opening them and raising my head as I speak.

I am Dareos Madrigar.  Cleric of the Order of Sethygg and I would like to offer you my services.

In reply to Dareos (msg # 6):

"We are fighting trolls, many of them with bows and attacking from many directions. If they were not supported by mages casting resist fire, they would pose a much less serious threat. Can you handle yourself in such situations?"

"I am more than capable as a healer and... surgeon."

I glance at the bodyguard for the first time and then back to the blue-haired woman.

"And I can hold my own in a fight."

A stranger approached Christine.

"Hello there," said a female faun. "My name is Daphne. I hear you're in need of a healer. While I haven't the skill myself, Lord Mercury has granted me a wonderful friend and fellow servitor who has exceptional healing ability. Allow me to introduce you to Cloud."

"Hello," said a pixie. He perched himself on her shoulder. "We are looking for some work, if you'll have us. I can take care of all your wounds."

"And I have a great deal of ranged capability, the bow being my specialty," said Daphne.
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In reply to Dareos (msg # 8):

"Excellent, then! With two of you, and the three fighters, including my wonderful friend Suzanne here, we should be able to last much better. As I have just mentioned, we expect to be facing trolls with bows and supported by mages. I have the spells, but if you are able to restore energy as well as health, I would say we will have plenty of work for both of you.

Shall we ll go and discuss terms of the contract now with our employer?"

I glance at the new arrivals.

"I am pleased to meet you.  I'm Dareos Madrigar of the Order of Sethygg."

My eyes linger on the faun for a moment before I shift back to addressing the entire group.

"A friend of mine may have passed here recently.  Perhaps some of you met him.  He's a scout and archer named Petyr."


After Christine mentions discussing the contract.

"Of course.  Let's meet your employer."

I retrieve my pack and helm and wait for her to lead.

"Leave the healing to me," said Cloud. "Energy, on the other hand, I cannot heal. My Lord Mercury has only granted to me to repair wounds."

In reply to Cloud (msg # 12):

The one armed woman glances up and smiles.
She wears a black cloak and battered leather torso armor.
"We have some company

In reply to Szuzana (msg # 13):

The scrawny adventurer, now wearing a new leather cuirass, bows deeply
and doffs his broad brimmed hat.
"Hail snd well met, Szuzana, Christine. If we are to fight the
trolls beneath the winecellars, let us spend more time looting the bodies."

In reply to Molag Anders (msg # 14):

A stocky warrior in battered leathers and patched ragged clothes approaches.
"I agree with Anders. DuClaire is unlikely to pay us to clear the
lower levels, we'd be lucky if he doesn't charge us entry, so we need to make
a profit on this venture."

In reply to Haskell the crafty (msg # 15):

"I entirely agree. But unless we live to carry the loot out, it defeats the purpose. Hence, a couple of healers will make the venture more profitable for all. In that vein, Molag, Haskell and Szuzanne, please meet Daphne, Dareos and Cloud.

If DuClair  wants to use the lower cellars, then he is going to have to pay us to clear it. Else, I suggest we just use it as an entrance...and perhaps set up camp down there in future! So first, let's ask him!"
This message was last edited by the player at 05:32, Wed 12 Nov 2014.

Glancing at everyone that's here, looking for obvious injury or pain.

"Did you say some of your companions were in need of healing?  Perhaps we should attend to that first."

In reply to Dareos (msg # 17):

"Haskell, how is that injury of yours? It looked terrible when we came out..."

In reply to Christine Bjorn (msg # 18):

"That Pixie Lulu did a great job on fixing my leg after the troll
squeezed it. Molag and Szuzana got a couple of arrows in them, and could
maybe do with a bit."

I look to the others, attempting to discern who he's referencing to determine who's injured and how badly.

In reply to Dareos (msg # 20):

"Szuzana is the one-armed lady, and Molag is the other gentleman you were just introduced to" laughed Christine.

"Ah. Yes, of course.  I've learned so many names in such a short time. I apolgize."

I glance at Szuzana and then I look to Molag. "Molag is it?  Let me see these pesky wounds you've acquired."
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In reply to Dareos (msg # 22):

Once Molag and Szuzanas wounds have been seen to, Christina will invite everyone to join her as she heads off to Camilla's to discuss the terms of the agreement.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 22:27, Thu 13 Nov 2014.

In reply to Christine Bjorn (msg # 23):

"As good as Molag was with a sling, we need to get someone else with
 A distance weapon."
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In reply to Haskell the crafty (msg # 24):

"Other than a fireball? I guess a backup does not hurt."

"As I noted, I'm skilled with a bow," said the faun.

In reply to Daphne (msg # 26):

"Yes, but the more the merrier. The trolls looked to have dozens of
archers."

"My friend Petyr is an expert with a bow.  I came here hoping to find him.  If he shows up, maybe he can join us."

In reply to Dareos (msg # 28):

"Is Petyr one of those woods elf archers I have seen around?"

I glance at Daphne and back to Molag.

"Actually, he's a faun like Daphne here.  He's quite a lot of fun."

In reply to Dareos (msg # 30):

"Of course, he would be welcome. But we cant wait for him forever. If he shows up, he can join us, if not, we should go all the same."

"Of course.  I'll leave a message with the door man in case he shows up before we return."

I go to Aemon
"Excuse me sir.  I'm likely to depart before my friend arrives.  Could I trouble you to deliver a message to him?  His name is Petyr.  He's a faun and will be armed with a bow."
I gesture like I'm shooting a bow.
"Let him know he can catch up to us at... um... I'm sorry.  I just realized I don't know exactly where we're headed."

I return to my new found companions.
"Excuse me.  Where is it we'll be headed so that I might leave a message for Petyr to catch up?"
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In reply to Dareos (msg # 32):

"Upstairs to Camilla's Office."

In reply to Haskell the crafty (msg # 33):

<Orang>"Ah will keep an eye for a wee goat lad with ah bow, an send him ta
See mistress Camilla."</Orange>

In reply to Aemon McCain (msg # 34):

Once back in the main hall, you mount the stairs to the second floor, which
overlooks the main hall. In addition to housing the small and large
conference rooms, where Camilla and other recruiters meet, many small guild
stalls like Arradia's cleaning service, and Xandalar's power item recharging,
there are permanent structures like Ashbury's Outfitters and Spielgud's
Enchantments.

  You are greeted in the antechamber to the large conference room by a shaven
Elf in the service of Camilla, Bellarius.
"Greetings."

Petyr wanders into the hall, looking rather lost.  He is sparsely covered in grass and patches of dirt.

Stopping at the door, he asked the doorman, while holding his guild coin high.

"Excuse me.  I am looking for someone who said he was going to be here.  He has tentacled hands and carries axes.  Have you seen him?"

He looks around the area, hoping to spot his friend.

In reply to Petyr Goodfellow (msg # 36):

"Ah know im. Hae went up tae visit wi mistriss Camilla. Are ye a guild member?"

I hold up my guild coin in front of the man's face, probably too close.

"Uh, yes.  This is the right coin, isn't it?"

In reply to Bellarius (msg # 35):

"Greetings. We are here to see Carmilla. Is she available?"

In reply to Petyr Goodfellow (msg # 38):

"Tis hard ta tell ye satryfolk from another when ye wear a mask. Nae mind checking your weapons or havin em peacebonded an be on yer way."

In reply to Christine Bjorn (msg # 39):

The elf inclines his head toward the double doors behind him.
"You are here to deliver good news about Monseiur du Claire's
Troll problem, I presume?"

In reply to Bellarius (msg # 41):

"Indeed. We have cleared out the upper levels, as contracted. However, I have heard that he wants additional clearing done. Given there are significantly more trolls there than on the upper levels, this is going to be a tougher ask."
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"Uh, thanks.  Whatever you say.  I plan to hold on to this bow, but you can hold the quivers.  This bow is an heirloom and I'd rather not be without it."

I will walk on by him and start looking for this office where Dareos has wandered off to.   I put my coin away and hand him sword and quivers.

After locating the stairs, I will head that direction, looking for any clues of Dareos' passing and anything interesting as I walk.  Especially, the ladies.

I turn as I hear Petyr's voice and then hooves.

"Petyr!  My good friend.  By Sethygg, I knew you'd be here!  You're just in time, we're clearing beasties from someone's cellar."

I turn to the others;
"Everyone, this is the friend I was telling you about.


Petyr, this is everyone."

"Dareos!  It's been too long!  Or, at least I don't remember when I saw you last.  I was...distracted."

I give Dareos a bug hug.  After that, I take a lavish bow to everyone else.

"Hello!  I am Petyr Goodfellow, and I would be happy to help you clear out the nasties from your cellar.  As long as there is gold and perhaps some good wine, I am the faun for the job!"

In reply to Petyr Goodfellow (msg # 45):

Christine politely nods at the newcomer, and then looks back to Bellarius to have her question answered.

In reply to Christine Bjorn (msg # 46):

Camilla will see you now.

In reply to Bellarius (msg # 47):

Christinemoves into the room indicated, and greets Camilla when she sees her.

In reply to Christine Bjorn (msg # 48):

The large, well dressed attractive woman sitting at the far end of the long
table that occupies most of the room smiles as you enter and greets the mage.
"Christine! How did you do with Monseiur du Claire's task?  Oh,
I see you  have acquired a serpent priest and a faun as well."
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In reply to Camilla (msg # 49):

"Indeed Camilla. Well met, and yes, we have found some more volunteers.

du Clairs cellars are cleared and sealed. Or at least the upper and mid levels are, as requested. The bonus of the lower levels was not able to be completed due to the excessive number of trolls there causing injury to most of the party, and hence we have recruited some extra assistance. I left a couple of fire elementals down there to keep the trolls entertained until we return, but I fear their spell casters will have dealt with the poor creatures by now.

I have heard through the grapevine that du Claire wishes to have the lower levels claimed as well. We wish to discuss terms to do that, if that is the case."

"I had recieved a letter of authorization from him regarding the
possibility of extra work, and have sent a courier to Voorland; he and his
staff will meet you there, I believe he has been working on iron gates to
install, and is having them carried over by a special service. The
Letter of authorization allows me to offer Voorland his equipment fee, and
also to extend a flat fee of $1100, again with the provisio of keeping
anything you find below his property."

In reply to Camilla (msg # 51):

"That sounds fair. Shared equally between myself and Chris, our healer, Peytr, Haskell, Szuzanne and Molag, right? That comes to about $183 each, plus bonii. I should also ask if Voorland is installing gates that permit the passage of arrows or not, but that would be a question for him. Everyone happy with that?"
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In reply to Christine Bjorn (msg # 52):

"A little on the low side, but let's clean out the trolls."

"Even a small amount of coins will help cover my costs so I can continue my work."

I turn to Petyr

"I know it's not much money in payment, but it appears there are treasures to be found."

A quick glance to Camilla and then back to Christine

"Is the agreement that we split evenly what we find there or do you have some other method for distribution?"

In reply to Dareos Madrigar (msg # 54):

"Evenly split between all who contribute is the fairest way to distribute it. Same with the loot. I think anything else invites arguments and hence discord. I agree, Haskell, it is light on, so we will want to gather more from the trolls this time."
This message was last edited by the player at 00:40, Sun 23 Nov 2014.

"I agree to this arrangement.  I'll certainly do everything in my means to see this contract through."
I give an agreeing nod to Christine.

"I never worked for so little.  I hope the looting is extravagant!

But, if Dareos is in,  I am."

I take another bow, with slightly less flourish.

In reply to Petyr Goodfellow (msg # 57):

" will take what I can get."

In reply to Szuzana (msg # 58):

Molag shrugs "I'm in. Lets go!"

In reply to Daphne (msg # 61):

"In that case, the cellars await you. Good luck."

Ooc:resume in Below the Winecellars

Oren returns to the guild. "I need four guards for a job. Standard rates. You'll get a uniform. You'll be guarding a merchant's shipment."

Danos is at the bar making his way through an adventurously-sized tankard of beer when Oren makes his announcement.

"I'm interested, of course. But I'm new in town, what are standard rates?" he asks across the room.

Oren stops by and talks to Danos quietly.

Danos' bright blue eyebrow arches as he speaks to Oren, but then he breaks into a smile and returns to his beer.


After his beer, he slips out of the bar.

Arvak watches the exchange between Danos and Oren openly, clearly interested in the offer now.

"I am also interested!" he says, nearly shouting the words in his excitement.

Finding nothing, Oly returns to the Guild ... Oren, know anyone who haz gud armor for nod do much? I'z lookin' fer a coad o pladez or brigandine ... kinds light wid dezend prodeczun

PM

In reply to Oren (msg # 69):

There are a few options, most selling at list, give or take a merchant roll,
But you may be able to scrounge something from a returning adventuring party that has either had to hock equipment to pay for healing or have just
upgraded. There a few dwarves that upgrade, and if need be, after purchasing used (60%) you can have the clothwork replaced by Simeon and Marceline.

"I can keep an eye out," Oren said. "What's your budget?"

Aroun' 250 coin or zo...

"Brigadine for two-fifty?" Oren shook his head. "Not in this lifetime. I might be able to find a used jack of plates in that range."

'Boud da zame ding... dezend prodeczhun an nod do heaby.

"What?" Oren sounded confused. "No, light brigadine is thrice the cost of a jack of plates, and medium brigadine is twice the cost of light."

An' lide  zcale is aboud whad a jacj o pladz cozd do... dey all uze da lil medal pladz sduck on ledder or cloz ... ne ain' dad much harder dan da nezd do make, bud dey wands differn' money fer each.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that," Oren said. "I'm no armorer, but I've been a merchant, and I can tell you that a light brigadine coat weighs around half as much as a jack of plates. You're paying more money for less weight, savvy?

"If they was the same, they'd weigh the same. And cost the same. So whatever goes into making brigadine better protection at less weight costs more. B'sides, the craft guilds all make sure their members charge the same price so nobody undercuts them. No armorer would go against the guild... he'd be run outa town."

Grumble ... guezz I goda sdeal one den... can' afford no dousand coppers.

"A jack of plates is cheaper. Retail goes for three hundred. But used we can maybe get it for two-fifty, if that's what you want."

In reply to Oren (msg # 79):

Or lide zcale... bud I don' wanna be skewered agin... Ledder wasn'd zo gud.

"Let me see what I can find."

He goes out, then comes back an hour later. "Good news! Found someone willing to sell a jack of plates within your price range. $220, and I'll throw in a magical cleaning, on the house."

Arvak attempted to catch Oren on his way out, but didn't make it. Upon Oren's return Arvak leaps up to meet him.

"Pardon the interruption, but I was quite interested in the proposition you made before you left. I hope you are still in need of a skilled swordsman to guard the merchant's shipment."

After finishing his statement he wears a big hopeful smile on his face.

Oren lowered his voice, speaking quietly. "Not skilled, so much. Nah. Warm bodies to stick in a uniform and look menacing. If you've any real skill, it's beneath you. But if you do have the skills, I'm always finding work, and needing good men for it."

In reply to Oren (msg # 81):

I guez dad wourkz... I god da coin when you god da armor ... he gib uz anyding fur diz zduff?

"What stuff?"

Arvak responds in a whisper.

Oren turned back to Arvak with a smile.

"We can talk more as soon as I find four more warm bodies for this caravan run, and help Oly here purchase his jack of plates. This is one of the services I offer, and my commissions are rock bottom."
This message was lightly edited by the player at 00:00, Thu 25 Dec 2014.

In reply to Oren (msg # 85):

Oly points to the leather armor he is currently wearing... a bit worse for wear after the last battle.

"Oh. No, the seller is just an adventurer. He won't have an interest in buying used armor.

"And I don't have the money to buy the armor. Last job didn't pay, remember?

"Tell you what, though... give me the coins, I'll go make the deal happen. I understand if you don't trust me, being who you are, so I'll leave my bullseye lantern and delver webbing with you as collateral. Together that's worth $260, so if I cheat you, you can keep it."

In reply to Oren (msg # 89):


A couple of rough looking fellows have walked into the common room and seem to be looking for soneone.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 90):

"You Oren? I heard you were hiring for an out of town gig. I could do with
a change of scenery."

"Yes, indeed I do," Oren counted the rough men who'd entered.

"Actually, Oly, I might know a guy who wants to buy some used leathers. I'll check with him and see if he's still interested, and try to see what he's willing to pay."

In reply to Oren (msg # 92):

  Guezz I druzd you ... I'll gib you de cazh.
Oly gives Oren the $220

We can do de Ledder lader

In reply to Oly (msg # 93):

Is this where we sign up for the paying job?

"Indeed it is. Nassim, Quentin, Ambrose, Pierre. Two more needed. Uniforms will be provided!"

In reply to Oren (msg # 95):

I could use some work!

In reply to Everret (msg # 96):

"Me too!"

Whadz involved? and whadz id pay?

"Guard duty on a caravan out of the city. Not exactly your thing, Oly. But that's six. Follow me, gents."

He paused. "I'll be back with your armor after I drop these gentlemen off, Oly."

Oly Nods... I'll be here.

Oly starts looking around for jobs.
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In the morning Oly looks for Zarrat to see if he has any word on the work he was going to do.

In reply to Oly (msg # 101):

A woman Oly has seen before, occasionally waiting tables in the Rusty
 Marlinspike and bussing tables in the guild  when not axting as an agent
for Vilgar the ogrekin approaches Oly and Arvak.
"Have either of you guys seen Oren? Vilgar has something that needs
doing, and his man Laurence is handling another project."

I zaw 'im yezderday ... expecd do zee 'im doday az well. I'll dell 'im.

In reply to Oly (msg # 103):

"Let him know we need somebody who speaks Shevnian. Did you hear
about the street collapse over near Redlight? The 'crats are all over the
 place."

I zpeak zhenavian ... an yeah, I heard 'boud id ... nod a gud ding.

In reply to Madeline (msg # 104):

"This is the first I've heard of the collapse. How'd it happen? How bad was it?"

Oly will excuse himself and go looking for Oren.
This message was last edited by the player at 17:23, Tue 30 Dec 2014.

ooc: Oren is in yesterday until his business is concluded.

In reply to Oren (msg # 108):

"the entire street collapsed in a cul de sac. I think it killed everyone living there, they found blood in the houses, but only one body so far. It had something to do with some wierd cult."

In reply to Madeline (msg # 109):

Oly returns... Oren iz doin' zum udder job an 'll be back zoon enuf. Kin I help?

In reply to Madeline (msg # 109):

"How terrible. If I see Oren, I'll pass your message to him."

ooc: I'm not busy today. I'm busy yesterday. As a player I want to deal with that first.

OOC- But you aren't around yet, today ... so I stuck a place holder in for you.

Oren arrives carrying a jack of plates. "Oi, Oly, got your armor."

Oly looks surprised and happy if that is possible...

Madeline iz looking fer you ... godda a job zhe zayz

"Oh, aye?" He raised an eyebrow, then went over to the barmaid. "What's the good word, Maddie?"

Oly promptly moves to a vacant table nd changes out his armor.

In reply to Oren (msg # 116):

"You are Oren, right? I am Madeline, and I work for Vilgar. He has a
 guy who handles stuff for him, but Laurence is tied up with a project. He
needs to, um, send a message to another fight organize in little Shevnia, so
He can reestablish his organization."

"No problem, I speak Shevnian well enough."

Seeing Oren enter, I walk over, catching most of the conversation.

"So you are Oren. My name is Arvak. Whenever you are ready, I am available to discuss the details of the job you spoke of before."

Oly takes his old armor and heads out to the armorer (s) he knows of close by...

Oren gives Arvak a nod. "Be with you in a bit, sir. Got other business first. Why not have a drink?"

I nod back.

"I'll pass on the drink, I like a clear head, but I'll be here when you are done."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 123):

"He can come too, I think you will need a crew for this job."
She leads you upstairs, where you can see Rugador the arranger arguing with
a massive man who must be part ogre in front of the small conference room.
Rugador is another quest broker, but has a bad reputation.

Oren watched in silence while the men argued, thoroughly unimpressed.

In reply to Oren (msg # 125):

Rugedor stomps off in disgust. The ogre just shakes his head.
"That idiot doesn't understand the privleges of rank.
This place will run a lot smoother when someone with a sense of ethics gets
 his job. You must be Oren. I am Vilgar. Come in, and bring your people. I
hear you have some heroes."

Danos returns to the guild. He asks a few questions, and takes a moment to speak with Oren.

"I've heard there's a new Holy Knight in town on a bit of a mission. Does anyone know if he's passed through the guild hall?"

"I usually hire on a per mission basis," Oren said, "But Arvak, Danos, you're with me, come on."

Oly had left some time before, but if this was the kind of gig where his talents would be useful, it wouldn't be difficult to find him.

Oly wandered back into the hall, having done what he needed to.

In reply to Oly (msg # 129):

Oly arrives just in time to see the three of you heading into the conference
 room with Vilgar.

Oren waves him over.

Oly nods and head over to follow the other three into the room, closing the door behind him.

Danos heads out with Oren.

In reply to Danos (msg # 133):

"I think I recognize all of you. Congratulations on
leveling up your place in the guild Oly. I am Vilgar, as you may know, and I
 started out years ago as a pit fighter. Killed a man in the ring, and was
branded a felon for it. Keeps me from owning real property, so I have people
who do that for me. My primary agent is seeing to a place where I can operate
a fighting arena. The guild has always had a share of the proceeds, and
Lepkur handles the books for both enterprises.
My last establishment, in an ancient arena with a brewery warehouse built
over it, was raided a week or so ago, and I have been hemorrhaging funds ever
since. I should have the new spit open in a few days, but in my absence, a
rival organization has been trying to get its hands on my thing, by sending
runners with bidding slips into my territory and making overtures to some of
my people. Madeline has been keeping tabs on some of my other fighters, and I
think I know who is responsible. I need to teach these guys a lesson about
how things operate in this town, and I need for that lesson to be taught by
someone who the people respect. Do you follow?"

Oly Nods... Da Guild?

"Do you want them dead, or just badly beaten?" Oren asked.

In reply to Oren (msg # 136):

The ogrekin winces at Oren's bluntness.
  "Killing them would make them unhireable, and beating
them openly would skew the odds when I get them back. I need some subtle work
done, some sabotage and humiliation. Making them look bad gives me villains
for people to root against, and bet against."

Since hearing that I could be of some use, I've been grinning ear to ear,
like an over eager child, but upon hearing the word 'subtle' it drops and
my face becomes neutral.

You god zumpin' in mind?

"Yes, did you have particular humiliations in mind, or should we investigate the targets ourselves to come up with something?"

In reply to Oren (msg # 140):

"Having one of your heroes 'audition' for membership as a
distraction while others sneak in and wedge scabbards, weaken armor straps,
fill boots with muck before calling them out for a challenge in the
streets... I can provide a few of my fighters to call them out, but the only
One who really could do with a beating is their manager, Kalvo. He could do
with some semipermanent damage, bu I would prefer that he lives. I would pay
Five hundred for this quick bit of work."

Zo a couple Fighderz do call dem oud and a few zneaky guyz do fix der zduff firszd.

"I've got a few folks in mind who could do the work, but five-hundred's a bit low," Oren said. "Surely we can work out something a bit more equitable, in private."

He haggled, negotiating to get his team better pay.

Yu know Oren, fer a bid more,we could pud a sea urchin or zum eels in der boods... maybe zum hod pepper juice in der armor...

"How semi permanent are we talking? Are you thinking along the lines of a few weeks with a limp? Would  a few missing fingers be too far?"

After a moment's pause I add
"Is Kalvo a tall man?"
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In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 145):

The ogrekin smiles. " I like your thinking, little one. Kalvo is taller than you, but shorter than me, close to Oren's size. He is a proud man and one inclined to put his nose in other people's business. Something to remember me by would be good. Oren, we can discuss more about
bonuses according to timeliness and degree of success, but that is the base
 pay for now."

"Okay," Oren nods. "Give us the list of targets. We'll humiliate them. Do you want them to know this message comes from you directly?"

In reply to Oren (msg # 147):

"Kalvo is the ringleader, a woman named Kaheela who is dangerous unarmed,  Monorith, who is a skinchanger, a barbarian named Throg,
 and a pair of toughs named Milton and Osvaldo. This intell comes from one
of my former pit fighters who has an in with Yvengi Silosky, the chief
bureaucrat of little Shevnia. I want to be sure she isn't named, because she
 has been good to me, and I don't want to cost her her spot."
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In reply to Vilgar (msg # 148):

"The street challenge which is to ensue, is this to be group combat or a series of one on one fights?
I'm not familiar with how these things are done around here and I am used to solo duels as a way to gain, or in this case, take honor."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 149):

" It will be a series of one on one matches, check with
Jolette if you can to learn a little of technique. Monorith performed a guild
challenge last season, so Lepkur, and maybe one of the tournament judges,
I seem to remember Ballarad being involved, he would know something useful
 about him, but it might cost a little to jog his
 memory. Another guy with him was Dagon, a black wizard. Good luck finding
him.
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In reply to Vilgar (msg # 150):

"I have a thought for the group and you Vilgar. I'd like to be the one to challenge Kalvo, but can we leave his gear un-tapered?
Here is my thought on this. For max humiliation, we want Kalvo to look like he runs a group of incompetent fighters and being bested with swords by a halfling has done wonders for humility, in my experience. However if his gear doesn't work, it may be very apparent that this was set up. Also, he may not feel completely defeated if he can say 'If my gear wasn't sabotaged, I would have won.'"

Oren shook his head. "Look, I'll be blunt here. I just came off a job, I want to take a few weeks to relax, to heal up, to recover. So count me out. I can try and find more guys for you, though."

"Oly, here, is good for it. This is the kind of work he does. Quiet. Sneaky. But I don't know jack shit about Arvak. I just met the guy, and as far as he knows he just wants to challenge Kalvo to boost his own reputation. So you can hire him if you want, but I can't recommend him, because I don't know him."

"But you want more guys, you tell me how many, and I'll go find them. That's what I do."

This wasn't Oren's kind of thing, anyway. He liked to keep his hands clean.
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I look shocked at Oren's blunt, and accurate, description of my behavior. Sheepishly, I say

"Sneaking and trickery are not really my deal either...
maybe I was attempting to work this into a situation within my
comfort zone which would also boost my reputation, but I was
 not doing so at the expense of the job."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 153):

"I appreciate your frankness, Oren. Arvak, I like your attitude. If the two of you, your associate Danos and Maddie can work on
this, then good."

I zould poind oud... I do zneaky, bud I don' do sdand up fighds if I can avoid dem. Az fer bein' clean an' up frond ... you in da wrong guild. No one haz paid me enuf do fighd clean .

In reply to Oly (msg # 155):

"Oly, I think we are in an agreement there. I need these
fights to be stacked in our favor as much as possible."

Danos listens to the exchange.

"Sounds good, I'm in. I'll need a day or two to rest up - I'm still a little singed from our last job - but I'm a good sneak. I can hold my own in a fight, but couldn't stand against a trained and armored pit fighter for long unless the odds were stacked significantly against them.

"Arvak, nice to meet you."

First to Danos:
"A pleasure to meet you too Danos."

Next I look at Oren:
"Concerning the job we spoke of before this... After you recover and I finish here, I'd still like to be considered please."

Turning to Vilgar:
"Just to be clear, I will be the muscle against Kalvo in a fair fight?"

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 158):

"I would be pleased if it were an unfair fight, with his
arms being held. Odds are you might have to work your way through a few
others first..."

Perhaps if dey were zlighdly drugged?

In reply to Oly (msg # 160):

"Whatever works!"

"While I am willing to sell my skills, I am not willing to beat someone who is already down. If you could use my skills in this framework later I would be happy to work for you, but for this job I fear I cannot help. I apologize for wasting your time with my questions and good luck to you all."

Oly looks around... then shrugs. I don' dink I can do diz alone, bud I'll work wid you bezd I can.

In reply to Oly (msg # 163):

"I meet so few honorable men in this profession that I
sometimes fail to recognize when I am in the presense of such a one. If you
 think that you have the skill to wade through a crowd of dishonorable men,
and show them all how to properly do their chosen profession, then that, I
think might be more humiliating to Kalvo than my original plan."

Do Fighd dem all ... no, prolly nod. Do zlip droo dem and do zumpin, yeah... I kin do dad.

"Would you classify any of them as outstanding? Because I can take care of anything less than that without worry."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 166):

"Kalvo and Osvaldo are tough, and I would have issue with
the battle dancer, and Monorith, you have to look to those who have seen him
fight."
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"So it seems like, whatever the final plan is, our next step is to gather information on these fighters. See their strengths and weaknesses, and size them up. Would that be fair to say?"

In reply to Danos (msg # 168):

"That would be spot on."

Zo who iz in? Danoz, Me... Arvak, You in or oud?

In reply to Oly (msg # 170):

"I 'm in!"

Oly spins in surprise... OK, I didn' know you wuz here.
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In reply to Oly (msg # 172):

"Anything that hurts him is fine with me.
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Bud din you could pay hiz fighders half ah wad dey iz owed by Kalvoz and tell dem dey zould deal wid you, az you can pay dem... an you uze Kalvoz money do do id.

In reply to Oly (msg # 174):

"Better still!"

"I'll help with gathering intelligence and if it turns out I can take them without aid, I shall, and I'll still give an even split. If I can't, I'm not interested in an unfair fight. I'll take a pittance for my work and leave the rest to you." gesturing toward Oly, Danos, and Maddie.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 176):

"Let's get cracking!"

Indelligince iz firsd ... need do know a lod!

If there are no other questions, Danos and the rest head out to the area where Kalvo and his cronies operate and he starts making inquiries about their usual haunts - where they drink, what they do in their off-time.

"Should we split up, then regroup this evening and share what we've learned? I fear an elf, a halfling, and a... gentleman such as Oly all making inquiries together might be a little too conspicuous. Madeline, maybe you can ask some of the serving-women from the bars that they frequent. They may be more willing to talk to you."
This message was last edited by the player at 18:52, Mon 05 Jan 2015.

Makez zenze do me... dad foundain over dere is da exchange indell place... we all look dere as we go aroun'... if one of uz iz dere, we need do check and zee whad'z up. Dis evening we meed ad da guild.

I give a slow nod. "I guess it would be better to split up." I admit a little reluctantly.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 181):

OOC: general info rolls, streetwise, current events,area knowledge and generic carousing can be simply rolled for. (Including rolling to find interviewees) actual interviews are to be played out.
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In reply to Narrator (msg # 182):


14:28, Today: Oly rolled 11 using 3d6. Observation.

14:28, Today: Oly rolled 6 using 3d6. Shadowing.

Danos hits the bars and makes some friendly inquiries about the targets, hoping to find someone who knows something.

16:57, Today: Danos rolled 10 using 3d6. Carousing 11.
13:48, Today: Danos rolled 7 using 3d6. Streetwise 13.
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I look for a place to find info and maybe gamble a bit, but have a very difficult time locating anything right now, which is making me cranky and unpleasant to be around.

15:29, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 13 using 3d6. Carousing 10.
15:28, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 14 using 3d6. Streetwise effective 8 (gregarious).

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 185):

Oly notes that only one of the fighters at Kalvo's has any degree of
discipline, the woman Kaheela appears to get up early to exercise.
 The others sleep in.
Danos notes that word on the street indicates that the man Osvaldo
picks fights with strangers, and seberal others are hard drinkers. Kalvo
is known to have a limp.
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In reply to Narrator (msg # 186):

Is Kaheela exercising in a courtyard or out in the street?
Is the building 1, 2 or 3 stories and how does it compare to it's neighbors in construction and in height?

After learning about Osvaldo (described as one of the 'tough ones' by their employer), Danos finds Arvak and fills him in.

"Apparently Osvaldo tends to pick fights with strangers. I thought maybe if we watched one of these fights, you could get a sense of whether you could beat him in a straight fight. If you feel confident, it shouldn't be too hard to arrange.

"What do you think?"

Danos then attempts to locate Osvaldo and follow him until he gets into a fight of some kind so that they can get a sense of his equipment and capabilities.

Crit success!

09:56, Today: Danos rolled 4 using 3d6. Shadowing 11.

My mood changes for the better once seeing a companion.

"Perfect! I couldn't find out any useful information... cause I got lost. So I think I'll stick with you on this one."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 189):

The ugly heaviset warrior is walking out of a tavern, and another patron brushes against him, a dandy with a rapier. Osvaldo shoves the man, and starts to draw his broadsword.
"You got a problem?"
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In reply to Osvaldo (msg # 190):

"the only problem I have is with your face. It offends me, and
belongs on the hindquarters of a shaven dog!"

In reply to anton Belloqua (msg # 191):
Very flustered, the larger man draws his blade.
"Why you son of a whore! I will let the light into you!"

Danos smiles as it looks like his plan is coming together.

He whispers quietly to Arvak: "What do you think so far? He doesn't look particularly well armoured, as far as I can tell."

Whispering back I say "Indeed, and he looks quite upset. Training usually helps one to
be a bit more calm... But he may use his anger well. If his first swing is wild, I'll be fine
 against him. One good opening is usually enough."
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In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 194):

the smaller man whips hios rapier from its scabard, avoids the larger man's clumsy parry and stabs him in the torso.

In reply to anton Belloqua (msg # 195):

The big man howls,"You little turd! I am going to chop you to bits!"
he swings and is parried by the smaller man's rapier, which bends slightly as it absorbs the impact.

"I can take him, but let's watch till the end to see if he'll live long enough to make this knowledge useful."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 197):

The hulking warrior, bleeding a bit, feints a stab at the face, and then
whirls into a swing, which catches the smaller man deep in the ribs. The rapierist collapses into unconsciousness on the pavement and drops his blade.

In reply to Osvaldo (msg # 198):

"Lesson learned, take him down quick and don't get hit. Should we go check on Oly?"

Still whispering to Arvak: "Impressive. How do you like your odds? Now might be a good time to challenge him - the dying man could be a decent excuse to start a fight."

EDIT: "Yes, I'm sure he's spotted one of our other targets."
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In reply to Danos (msg # 200):

Thebig man wipes the blood from his blade and sheaths it, and places his hand against his side, where blood is trickling between his fingers.

OOC: I'm going to play this like we both spoke at the same time over each other, then you said your edit after we realized what happened.

"Actually I like your idea, makes me look a bit more like a hero." I whisper and puff out my chest as I speak feeling the glory to come.

I walk out toward the big man and say
"Excuse me sir!! I saw the entire interaction and there was no need for the violence displayed! I challenge you, you honorless dog. If you would like to recuperate from your wounds, I will meet you when and where you say. Otherwise tell me your employer while you can still speak, so I may discuss with him how his underlings behave."

Oly is still watching Kalvo's hang out, keeping an eye on who goes in and who comes out ... He has found him self a comfortable spot, out of sight behind some chimney's.


13:15, Today: Oly rolled 9 using 3d6. Observation. Made it comfortably
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As the sun moves, Oly slips out of his spot and looks for a new one.


OOC- GM, what are the odds he sees the small crowd around the fight and visits?
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In reply to Oly (msg # 204):

Oly can see Kalvo exiting his building. He walks with a slight limp.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 202):

Despie his wound, the brute growls at Arvak, and lays his hand on the hilt of
 his sword.
"What, you want some of the same? I'll take on you and your whole
family, you runt!"

In reply to Narrator (msg # 205):

Oly shadows Kalvo


15:17, Today: Oly rolled 9 using 3d6. Shadowing.  made it comfortably
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Danos quietly moves to flank Osvaldo but keeping quite a good distance between them, just in case things go sour and Arvak needs back up.

"More of the same? No thanks, I've had my fill of poor tempers and worse swordsmanship for one day. Now tell me who I should call to get your unconscious body and prepare yourself!"

Drawing both my swords I lock eyes with the man, readying myself for his furious swing at me.

"ooc: all out defense: double

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 209):

The brute shouldets his sword and prepares to swing down at you, so ready for
the follow-through that you can see the move coming.

Recalling the man's strength, I dance backward dodging the blow, but was ready to parry if needed. After the strike goes past me I swing with both swords at his hands, but with the flats as to not cut him. If he drops the weapon after the first hit I will not strike the second time.

16:40, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 8 using 1d6+3. Short sword damage.

16:39, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 9 using 1d6+3. Short sword damage.

16:32, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 9 using 3d6. Short Sword targeting hands, effective 17.

16:32, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 9 using 3d6. Short Sword targeting hands, effective 17.

16:29, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 11 using 3d6. Retreating dodge, effective 15.

ooc: Is there something else I should be doing here?

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 212):

the brute misses the dodging halfling, and carries through with his strike, embedding the blade in the cobbles., before the halfling smacks his wrist with a crunch, causing him to drop the blade on the pavement.
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In reply to Oly (msg # 207):

Oly checks behind for anyone else following Kalvo or him... then evaluates his chance of taking Kalvo's purse.



15:10, Today: Oly rolled 10 using 3d6. Observation. Made it comfortably
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In reply to Oly (msg # 215):

The street has a few passerbys, but most are avoiding his gaze.
Ooc:-1 on roll to be unnoticeable

In reply to Narrator (msg # 216):

Still made it comfortably... does Kalvo seem to have a purse? Is it looking ripe?

"You are beaten, stop and get your hands looked at before the damage is permanent. No need to tell me who you work for, I'll find out on my own. And if you want a rematch, the name is Arvak Garver."

If he bends over to grab his sword, I'll give him a flat strike in the head.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 218):

The brute reaches for his weapon with his left hand. Beside you, the
unconscious duelist has blood trickling from his mouth, and a cheap rapier
 lying behind him.

The fight over, Danos takes his cue to rush in. He kneels over Osvaldo's victim and begins to administer first aid.

"Does no one care that this man is dying? Are murderous, barely trained brutes to rule this city by killing those weaker than them?"

Danos does his best to staunch the bleeding, but his main goal is to make Osvaldo look less intimidating and more like a brute who picks on the weak.

08:47, Today: Danos rolled 8 using 3d6. First Aid 13.
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Once he bends over and put his head in range of me, I swing with the flats again, trying to knock him unconscious.


07:56, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 10 using 3d6. Short sword targeting skull, effective 14. Success!
07:57, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 5 using 1d6+3. Short sword damage.

07:58, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 8 using 3d6. Short sword targeting skull, effective 14. Success!
07:58, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 8 using 1d6+3. Short sword damage.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 221):

Osvaldo is rendered unconscious, and Danos manages to stabilize the bleeding
on the downed duelist. These combined actions earn them a slow clap from the
 taverngoers who stepped out once the shouting started.

Danos whispers to Arvak.

"Well, I'd say we've made this one look quite the villain. Now let's see if we can get his employer to drop his contract, and Vilgar will have to hire extra men to take all the bets for a rematch. What do you say?"

In reply to Osvaldo (msg # 219):

PM

I grin widens with the intensity of the clapping.

"Let's see if there is recompense for our fallen companion!"
I walk over to the downed brute and search for money, but find none.

Whispering back to Danos "Sound good."


10:00, Today: Arvak Garver rolled 10 using 3d6. Searching, 9.
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In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 225):

The downed brute has a broadsword, a slightly perforated brigandine vest,
 heavy leather sleeves, pants, boots, a small spiky mace, a good boot knife and a pouch with $17 in copper, and a pair of bone dice.

Oly decides to go for the purse, as it is unlikely Kalvo wouldn't notice the jar being taken. Oly slips u and does his thing...


12:04, Today: Oly rolled 8 using 3d6. pickpocket.  Made it by 6 after the modifiers

I take $10 of copper from Osvaldo and tuck it into the other unconscious man's coat. Loudly to the crowd I say
"A bit of coin for his unnecessary injury and rapier damage. Has anyone been sent for a healer yet?"

Whispering To Danos I say "At least I need to stay till this man awakens or the healer arrives. If we split up, meet back at the guild"

"Sounds good. I'll meet you back there."

Danos heads back to the guild.

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In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 230):

The duellist returns to consciousness.

"Are you ok? I taught the brute that attacked you a lesson."

Oly departs the area and goes back to the guild... concerned that he might be recognized and questioned. He finds Vilgar and reports what he has accomplished, giving him the $181 in copper and silver.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:29, Wed 14 Jan 2015.

Back at the Guild, Danos quietly fills Vilgar in on the scuffle with Osvaldo and the resulting embarrassment.

Oly, Already there cracks a smile... lookz like dey had a bad day in public...

"They'll certainly be treated like a villain, and they'll be looking to reestablish his reputation as a fighter. But to be disarmed and beaten with the flat of a sword should be pretty embarrassing."

In reply to Danos (msg # 236):

"Indeed, gentlemen, you have done well."
  He splits the pile of coin and pushes $100 back to Oly.
"See what you can find out about the rest of his crew."

In reply to Vilgar (msg # 237):

"I found out that necromancer Dagon is down by Selan's lab. I don't
 much care for Selan, so I am going to see Marie, the Bard about spreading
some of your story."

After telling the man with the rapier the tale of how I avenged him, with absolutely no other motives, and ensuring he is able to walk without help, I head back to the guild and catch up with the rest of the group.

"If the rest are of the same caliber, I have full confidence in beating them all. It may take a little time for the bard to spread the tale. Should we search some more to we ensure there won't be any surprises or take a break and fight the rest after the humiliation sets in?"

Danos heads out again, this time in the hopes of gathering information about the skin changer. He expects that there should be quite a few fans eager to talk about such a peculiar fighter.

16:13, Today: Danos rolled 13 using 3d6. Streetwise 13.
16:13, Today: Danos rolled 12 using 3d6. Carousing 11.

Oly goes downstairs to eat something light before heading out...

"I'll go take a look into this necromancer."
I get directions from Madeline and head there.

Oly heads back to watch their hangout and see what else he can learn. He finds a few new places from which to watch doors, and figure out construction by alterations in the stone and laying. He tries to figure where the various buildings might adjoin and what the adjoining rooms might be.


And he learns nothing of value - Failed the roll.
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Oly return to the Guild, feeling skunked... he sits quietly in the corner drinking tea.

After an unsuccessful time making inquiries, Danos returns to the guild. If Arvak doesn't object, Danos will head along with him to visit the Necromancer.

In reply to Danos (msg # 245):

"Danos, if you are looking for the little man, he went downstairs.
 Oly, are you looking also for him?"

Oly looks up, slightly startled from his thoughts...
Uh No, I wazn'd ... juszd dryin' do dink o' whad i dun wrong doday ...

Ooc: I'm already gone, but you're welcome to follow and join me.

Danos follows Ludlow's instructions to follow Arvak, but gives the wizard a wide berth in case the room explodes again.

Danoz... waid... I'll come do!

In reply to Oly (msg # 250):

Ooc:get Down with the Dead!

Oly slips back into the guild and goes to the small room he rents, there he carefully empties out his sack, item by item, looking at each to see what he may have acquired ...


09:08, Today: Oly rolled 13 using 3d6. smuggling- estimate value.  Missed it.
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In reply to Oly (msg # 252):

OCC: you wpuld need merchant, connoseur or a default to value.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 253):

OOC- And those would require points ;-)

Oly looks everything over closely... the coins are obviously worth money, he counts his take.
The dagger is worth a good look to see if it is well made or even carefully made. The two vials are worth knowing about... he decides to take these for evaluation upstairs.
The book of numbers is boring... that he'll give to the employer.
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Upstairs, Oly looks for the Elf he had dealt with before...

Soon, Danos enters the Adventurer's guild and greets Oly with a grin.

"Get anything good?" he asks.

Oly nods... I dink zo... gonna go check

"Excellent. And from what I saw while I was getting out of there, it looks like our employer's plan has just been completed. Have you seen Oren? I suspect he'd know a good fence for our items."

Danos finds a seat and enjoys a large stein of beer to celebrate his new acquisitions.

Grend follows Madeline back to the Guild.

In reply to Danos (msg # 259):

I need to zee Vilgar an' give him zum dings... Oly smiles a knowing smile.  He heads up stairs.

In reply to Oly (msg # 261):

The small conference room is once again being held by Vilgar.

I walk in directly to the conference room upstairs, nodding to Danos as I pass him.
"I believe all is done."

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 263):

Tell me, all about it, all of you."

Well here are hiz bookz...

Oly Hands him the book from the bag ...

Seeing the group gather, Danos brought his beer in with him to the meeting.

"Madeline was able to beat the martial artist Kaheela, and then our new friend here was able to best a number of Kalvo's other fighters. This also provided Oly and me the opportunity to slip into their house and remove some of their superfluous possessions."

"I bested Monorith, Osvaldo, another man I didn't catch the name of, and Kalvo himself. Mostly I used a practice sword to keep wounds low, however I did lose my cool against one and cut his leg quite a bit. Overall, shouldn't be anything permanent but the shame should last a bit.

In reply to Arvak Garver (msg # 267):

""You have done well. I will have a new place in a few days, and need some new recruits... this book... is worth a lot. Let me give you $200 above our price."

After they leave and the money is split up, Oly heads off to find Xandalar the Elf.
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Grend relaxed in the guildhall, waiting for opportunity to strike.

Danos heads out briefly with a burlap sack bulging with items, and returns to the guild hall common room soon after with an empty bag and a jingle in his step.

He smiles and buys himself another beer, then asks after Oly.

Oly goes to Xandalar's Stand and shows him the dagger and the two vial's... How much do dell me aboud dese? Dagger lookz like a nice one, dinkin' it mighd be enchanded an' whad are dese vialz?
This message was last edited by the player at 18:14, Fri 13 Mar 2015.

When Oly has a moment, Danos sits with him in a darkened corner of the Guild and they speak in low voices.
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In reply to Oly (msg # 272):

"The dagger is nice, but not magical, so I won't charge you for the casting. For $20 I will identify the potions."

Oly nods... Dey wordh $20? he asks with a smile

In reply to Oly (msg # 275):

"Can't tell until we try, but the vials alone are worth $10 each, so
what's in them is probably worth more."

Zeemz rezonable...  He gives Xandalar the $20

Any guezz on de daggerz value?

In reply to Oly (msg # 277):

Xandalar opens the vials and extracts a drop from each, sniffs and tastes
 them. He re-corks them and oasses them back.
"What you have are two minor healing potions, worth about $120 each if you were buying them straight from an alchemis. Couldn't say about the knife, quality is fine, but it is a bit small."

My Dankz Xandalar... I'll be back nexd dime I have a quezdion.

In reply to Oly (msg # 279):

The ogre steps out of his office and pausrs to look down at the mass of
mercenaries and vagabonds below. He watches their movements and focuses on
One person's demeanor.
"Hey you there, come speak with me. Yes you."

Grend doesn't know if the Ogre is talking to him or not, but he goes on over anyway. "You fin talkin' me?"

In reply to Grend (msg # 281):

"Yeah you, c'mere."

Grend swaggers on up, putting on his best orky sneer.

In reply to Grend (msg # 283):

The ogre looks him over.
"You look like an orc that likes a fight. I am Vilgar, and
I arrange fights."

"I am an orc that likes to fight," Grend agrees. It was very true! "Who you want I fight?"

In reply to Grend (msg # 285):
The ogrekin smiles
"I will want you to fight many, and show others how to
fight. By your topknot I think you know Smasha. Is that how you fight?"

"You know Smasha?" the orc was impressed. "I know Smasha. You give me fight, I make you monies. Is good deal."

In reply to Grend (msg # 287):

"In my time I have known a few who used Smasha. I was
beaten once by Hraggi, but I fixed his wagon the next time we fought."
Grend knows of Hraggi; that old one armed orc was an excellent teacher of
The Smasha art of stone breaking. He never mentioned how he lost his arm...
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"Hraggi wasn't terrible." That was admiration. Grend could probably beat him, though. Grend could probably beat everyone. He was the best.

Danos starts asking around at the guild for anyone who has been to Shevnia recently. He indicates that there could be a lucrative job available for anyone with information.

Say Stringfellow... the man mentions lucrative... interested?

Seeing Syvanus' interest, Danos adds some information.

"We're looking for anyone who might know about the area around Lescreu."

"When you want me fight?" Grend asked.

"Ogre. I fight. Who?" The orc seemed restless.

In reply to Grend (msg # 294):

"You need ta pound something, so step on over to Vilgar"s Arena"

Grend grunted, and wandered off to the arena. Fight gladiators in arena, fine. Fight monsters in crypt, fine. All the same to Gren.

Oly looks around to see if anyone else has a job that interests him... pity he wasted so much time on Zarrat, he could have gone out with the team and made some serious money perhaps.

In reply to Oly (msg # 297):

There is some rumbling about an undercity raid that is mounting...

In reply to Narrator (msg # 298):

The entry way to the guild is furnished with a large sturdy desk. A wooden
Signboard on the desk states the following:
Anything that isn't nailed down is mine, Anything I can pry up isn't
Nailed down.
Standing beside it is a stout bearded man in a kilt, his hand on a knobbed club. He indicates another sign by the door by thrusting his chin at it.
All weapons larger than a knife or staff to be checked or peacebonded.
Just through the door to the bustling hall, you can see a row of armored halberdiers.

OOC- Halbardiers are inside guarding it, or outside threatening?

In reply to Oly (msg # 300):

While there a a few outside, there are also a squad just inside, to enforce
the weapon rule. Small blades, and wooden clubs and staves are allowed.

OK, Standard Guard... was thinking it might be a city raid...

In reply to Oly (msg # 302):

As the baron is a share-earning member of the guild, and one can claim
sanctuary from city crimes within the guild, there is a very low frequency
 of raids on the guild.
Master McCain gives Oly the nod as he enters the guild.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 303):

Ardenas Barehand slips into the guild hall -- looks at the sign about weapons with a slight smirk and a glance at the shuriken hanging on his Delver's Web.  He touches his brow toward McCain, shows his membership tag, and goes on inside.

In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 304):

McCain nods at you as you pass.
"Gwtchersel a bowl o hot brown in the kitchens."

In reply to Aemon McCain (msg # 305):

Don't mind if I do, thank you, Eamon.

In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 306):

The guild's main dining hall is a large, two story affair, with a flight of
steps leading above to the mezzanine level, where there are shops, better
rooms and the recruiting conference rooms.
You can see a line of guildmembers heading through an archway into the
kitchens, and emerging through another with wooden bowls of stew and hunks
of stale bread, to sit at the various tables.
Ah, the guildmembers! Mercenaries, charlatans, minstrels and thieves of every
stripe imaginable.
  A couple of disreputable wizards are playing some kind of board game with
Minature golems as playing pieces, a pair of goblins are chatting, and getting the eye from another group of goblins. A little further off, and you
can see an odd grouping. There is a large half ogre warrior in heavr armor,
A begoggled man in leathers, together with a turbaned man holding a writing
kit, a tatooed orcish woman with magically dyed hair and a half elf with a
quiver of torches. They look up at you as you enter.

The half-ogre looks up and, seeing Ardenas, brightens. "Ho, Mythos. You were looking for another to join us, right?"

Huey being Huey, everyone in the hall can hear his enthusiasm.

In reply to Huey Thumper (msg # 308):

"Yes Huey. We needed at least one other."
While his eyes behind tinted goggles are unfathomable, he seems to be
 appraising the newcomer. That his badge is brass and not tin indicates that
he has some kind of rank, the tools strapped to his vest mark him as an
Artificer.
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In reply to Mythos Songau (msg # 309):

Ardenas slips through the crowd toward the artificer and half-ogre.

"Gentlemen, did I overhear that you're looking for someone for what I hope to be lucrative adventure?  You'd be Huey" with a nod at the large one, "and Mythos?" indicating the smaller one with goggles.  "I'm Ardenas, called Barehand.  I'm trained in unarmed fighting, Chi, and a limited palette of complementary magical arts -- walking on walls, floating in air, that sort of thing.

"Is there a plan afoot to which I might contribute, for a share of the spoils?"

"Unarmed?" Huey seems to give that some thought, "Huh."

Then, a moment later, "Do you have supplies? We're short."

In reply to Huey Thumper (msg # 311):

"What we are planning is a proper mappi g of portions of the
undercity. There are centuries of tunnels beneath Northport, and an area
damaged by an earthquake a few hundred years ago has just been breached. I
mean to map and explore it."

In reply to Mythos Songau (msg # 312):

"Or, more particularly, I shall be producing a most excellent map,
Renolan will be lighting the way, and Strong Clair will be carrying the
supplies, while You, Huey and Master Songau explore."

In reply to Huey Thumper (msg # 311):

"I have rations for myself, a waterskin, climbing gear and twenty yards of rope, but only a single bottle of oil for my helmet lamp.  I can drop my pack instantly to keep it from slowing me down in an emergency, and I have nothing more fragile than a hammer inside.  If Strong Clair can handle a few more pounds, I could purchase more oil, though if there's a better source of light, that wouldn't be needed.

Mapping the undercity is a worthy cause indeed -- I have my own reasons to applaud such an effort, and would welcome the chance to explore while the work is ongoing."
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In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 314):

Squints at the label on a ration pack...

"Oh, sorry, that's one week of rations for myself -- this says one meal, not one day."

In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 315):

"I suppose we could do without the grappling hook, in favor of more waterskins and food... with two days of support from you three, we
should make do with more supplies, and a continued hire once we have gained
what we might could work. I just think this project would take longer."
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Huey strokes his axe, murmuring to it.

In reply to Huey Thumper (msg # 317):

"Two days with provisions and the option to continue if you come into
 more funds is acceptable."

Huey claps his huge hands. "So we're ready, then? You're coming with us, right, Ardenas?"

In reply to Huey Thumper (msg # 319):

"I'd welcome the opportunity.  Hopefully, we'll find enough spoils to more than pay our way, but if not, we can look for paid work when we get back."

In reply to Huey Thumper (msg # 319):

"Oh, I overheard something about a grapnel -- I climb well and can also use magic to walk up a wall or levitate, if needed, so as long as I can rest sufficiently between uses, I may be able to avoid the need for a grapnel."

In reply to Ardenas Barehand (msg # 321):

"That would be excellent!"

Oly, having overhead a gathering of adventurers, follows them to the lower levels of the guild.
I gadher you are looking for pardy memberz ... I am nod much of a fighder, bud I can be zdealdhy...
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In reply to Aemon McCain (msg # 299):

Returning to the Guild, Broderick stopped at the entry Good Morrow Master Aemon how are you this fine day greeted in a friendly manner

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 324):

"Aye, he be at the digs, deep in the undercroft."

In reply to Aemon McCain (msg # 325):

Broderick conversed with Aemon for several minutes before he needed to visit Master Ashbury.
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 326):

The area described  is about a twenty minute walk, and thick with guild employees(mostly kobolds)

In reply to Narrator (msg # 327):

Broderick decides to visit Ashbury and update him on the Refitting and Repairs progress. Passing on Master Voorland's message about the rats and Slorn.
This message was last edited by the player at 07:41, Thu 21 Dec 2017.

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 328):

"Someone ought to do something about that Slorn...I suppose I shall have to place an advert, maybe offer trade goods as a reward. I was hoping your crew would attend to it...I am glad Voorland is making it habitable, but I shall have to watch out for the damp... had you said something before about potential staffing for this operation?"

In reply to Ashbury (msg # 329):

Master Ashbury I had provided all specifics available about the situation. As the contracts were for Assessment of suitable venue to expand your Business and to promote its location the dispatch of the creature was not considered especially since the initial vetting team was obliged to deal with several rat swarms as well as an undead threat. If you wish me to look into the matter of the Slorn what terms will you be setting and what will you be offering.
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 330):
"If that thing is what is driving the rats, I would pay a thousand coin for proof of its death."

In reply to Ashbury (msg # 331):

Master Ashbury that is indeed a tidy sum, I shall see what can be done to deal with the creature. replies Broderick before taking his leave and setting out to locate Mythos Songau.
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 332):

As none of you have any suited lore, you might need to see a sage agout that, or run with your luck.

Making his way below ground Broderick accompanied by Smasher quickly located Mythos Songau. Introducing himself to the Guildman Broderick enquired about why he was there; additionally asking if Mythos knew anything about dealing with Slorn.
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 334):

"Slorn? Those things spit poison or fire and regenerate. Hard to kill, too, from what I hear. My map? Well I owe a payment to a fellow at the Cartographers Guild, Kasmir Al Vasari is his name."

In reply to Mythos Songau (msg # 335):

How much do you owe this Ally Fowler? asks Broderick pausing for a reply before continuing. That's valuable information to know, about the Slorn, have you heard anything about ones that do both spit fire and poison.

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 336):

"I haven't heard of any that do bith. Al Vasari wanted $50 for his recopied map... he does very fine work."

In reply to Mythos Songau (msg # 337):

Sounds reasonable, would I be able to get an idea how extensive your map is?
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 338):

"It covers this area, some more of this place under Shevnia, and a bit of the area around the west gate."

Broderick enquires what Mythos is undertaking, then takes his leave heading to the Cartographers Guild to find Kasmir Al Vasari and purchase the map.

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 340):

"I am working on annexing the area that leads to the troll warrens. I need to install another Slorn proof fence without getting into it with the Shevnians."

As he makes his way to Cartographers Guild to find Kasmir Broderick considers Mythos Songau's reply. So they are expanding the Guilds holdings towards the Trolls warrens. Finding Kasmir, Broderick seeks to acquire a copy of the map he's been told about.
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In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 342):

"I see a badge of rank of the Adventurer's Guild. My last dealing with them was not quite to my liking."

In reply to Kasmir Al Vasari (msg # 343):

That is unfortunate, I've had a few of those regretful encounters myself some of the members in the guild think they are effectively beyond reason, thinking themselves far more important than they really are. Would you care to provide any specifics of this less than appreciated dealing?
This message was last edited by the player at 11:25, Sun 24 Dec 2017.

In reply to Broderick Leibert (msg # 344):

"I was conteacted to work, my basic fee paid, but the final work went unpurchased. It was an affront to my honor as a professional. "

In reply to Kasmir Al Vasari (msg # 345):

That is regrettable, however I may be able to assist you in this matter by providing an suitable resolution. Would it be possible to learn if Guildmember Songau was the one who contracted you, if not would it be possible to learn the identity of the person who did so?.
This message was last edited by the player at 11:30, Sun 24 Dec 2017.