It is a quiet day in Wasat as it always is in this sleeping town of a city. In the mid morning, the sun is slowly rising in heat to become the boiling midday sun. Holding back the overheating threat, a soft breeze from the Suq Bay flows through the city, carrying the cries of water orientated birds. The few people still about are trying to finish their tasks so that they can be free to sleep the unbearable hours away.
Everything about the city was more muted then most, from the sights being less extravagant to the softer sounds. Even the smells were subtle, carrying a hint of quiet work with the spices that make for a familiar smell in any city.

Here we find our trio of travellers, moving along a main road so as to have room while having the elephant in tow.
Some of the main sights that can be seen from the out skirts include:

The port far to the right hand side (West), where trade ships come to rest. Allowing Wasat to act as a pit stop between Huzuz & Hiyal.
A Bazaar where some of the spices came from along with the ambiance of trade.
The palace for the ruling Caliph of the humble city, off in the distance to the left (East).

What is the first thing they do when they arrive?

Syrio wants to find a good place to eat... he's tired of eating traveling rations.

On the other hand, the party is currently poor, so dining, fine or not, is not an option for the moment. Maybe someone at the port will be willing to hire a hard-working trained elephant for an hour or two to lift and/or carry and/or pull/push cargo around...?

As the trio move towards the port, they hear the sound of waves against the sand, wood and stone become stronger, the smell of salt starts to fill their noses and the crys of birds can be heard.

As they get to the pier proper, they witness a scene. There are numerous men on the large trade vessel, trying to move some of their stocks in the forms of crates and bags. Though progress is slow.

As they get closer, the band hear these words.
"Look captain, we don't have the time. It's best that we wait for the afternoon sun. From there we can get it in during the night." This comes from a man slumped against a crate. Looking about, dabbing his brow and shooing the occasional bird away with his arms.

"But we're already late enough as is. We just have take the pain before we take a cut in pay."
This comes from a man with a weatherworn look, and a mass of hair more like a mane then proper hair.

"None of us could have expected waters like that. It's like the deeps and shallowed swapped places."
This comes from a slight and short individual, with bits of parchment under one arm while looking at another piece in his other hand.

"What's wrong, gentlemen?" says Syrio. "Anything that a very well-trained elephant could help solve?"



(party agrees)

One of the men see the elephant in question and blows out a whistle note in admiration. "Well that sure is an elephant all right."
"If I can get a thing or two, that elephant could save us a lot of time..."
"We might even get out of the sun before midday, Captain."

"Um, Captain sir? I think there is another issue. What is with them?"
This fourth child, barely into manhood was pointing at the buildings behind the band.
There, those who look can see them. Birds of various colours, all with similar beaks and talons and shape. There birds were numbering the dozens easily. Looking at the boat and occasionally making that same bird call at each other. Fighting for positions to look at the boat and it's cargo.

After a moment of acknowledging the birds, the large man who has been addressed as Captain looks at the elephant and the band. "If your elephant can, I need to get these stock into the store house near the main Bazeer. We are late,, but I hope if we hurry it won't be seen poorly when we explain. The he's of your aid is quite nice, but I can't go about not repaying it. So what is it you're all desiring?"
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"Just an honest payment of coins for work, gentlemen," says Syrio. "I would make you a bargain of saying 'for two hard workers,' even though the elephant can easily do the work of ten men, not two... but it also looks like you'll need all of us to try to shoo the birds away from pecking open those sacks. What sort of foodstuffs have you got in there, anyway?"

"Let him tell us while we work," says Nimol. "Sirrahs, put all your crates on the ground on a sturdy net, and all the sacks on top of that. Sannang can drag almost his own weight in goods, if we then tie the net to him. We'll help keep the birds away while you direct him to your storehouse..."

The captain nods his head for a moment or two. He must have deligated it quickly as before anyone knows it, he says "All right. Agreed. Lets get this stock moving."

The net gets made and the inventory laid out. With some help from Sai, Sirrahs gets the setup made. Sannang could probably make the transfer done in about 3 trips.

While the first load being setup, you find out that not only are fruits like satsumas  and dates, spices like paprika and orange pepper being shipped, but also valuables. Rugs, jewelry and quality armaments to name but a few. As this goes on small man was informing those who would hear what he had to say on the birds.
"These are Covcays, birds with flexible diets and a love to obtain near anything with a sheen or vibrant colour to it. Strange animals to say the least. Cities are their main habitat... But this number is just *gulp* worrying."
The numbers around weren't just large, it was a group. Fun fact, the collective noun for a group of Covcays is called a Skulk.
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"So who'll guard the boat during the first trip? And who's coming to show us the way, and to help unload when we get to the storehouse?"


(Syrio speaks for the group)

"Sai, you've been here aplenty before. Why don't you get Turan to go along with you. Help the elephant and who else is going with it to to the stockhouse."

Sai made a noise of exhaustion and got up. After he caused his back to crack a little, Sai turned to the ship to say "Come on you Turan, you heard the captain. Let's get ready."
With that, Turan got off the ship. Turan was a stocky man in general, who had a little extra girth of the belly about him and practically bold.

The Captain turns to the rest, some men besides still on the vessel. "As soon as we deal with those feathered nuisances, we can get the next lot ready for them."

"So it looks like we're almost ready to start dragging the first load to the storehouse... but, before we go... how exactly are you going to 'deal with' the birds?" asks Syrio.



(Syrio speaks for the group)

"We have something for that. Zana, do you have the bag?"
In moments, the small man held a bag that he loosened the string of, revealing their solution. Inside the bag are balls of seed, each the size of ones palm. They are held together by honey and then tied up by thin string wrapped around the shape.
With a gesture towards the bag, the captain says "Be sure to grab a few to try and distract them. Careful though, they are sticky in this heat."
Seeing any confusion Zana clarifies "The honey gives it the look of riches and the string makes the seeds more tantalising. Covcays are the sort to want something because they can't have it.
Overhearing the converse, Said says "Heck, if we get lucky, they can fight among themselves and stop looking at our things."

OOC - Using one is like a custom version of Volley basic move. Use Dex as the modifier, only Ammo 1 so be careful.

In reply to Story Weaver (msg # 11):

Each of the three members of Syrio's party take 1 seed ball. "All right, well, it looks like the load on the net is about what Sannang can drag comfortably, so let's go, for load #1!" says Nimol.

(Nimol speaks for the party.)

(City Sprawling: When you are traversing from one part of a city to another, Fate may decide to throw something unexpected at you. When travelling between sizable stretches of the city, roll +Wis. On 10+ Choose 3, on 7-9, choose 2, on a 6- choose 1.

--You arrive where you mean to.
--Arrive on time.
--You find something fortunate besides your destination.
--Something unfortunate Doesn't find you.

06:56, Today: Ravnar rolled 10 using 2d6. +2 WIS bonus = 12)

Ravnar kept a sharp eye out for trouble as the group traveled, and they arrived at the store house in exactly the amount of time that Nimol expected it to take, and nothing unfortunate bothered them.

While the band end up unloading some of the stuff, Sai is talking with the owner. The subject is a little tense between them.
Anyone of the band who listens in hears bits like "...here as fast as we could... still tonight...totally unreasonable..."

After the stuff is unloaded, Sai tells Ragnar in a low whisper _{"Look, you got the path down, I need to say behind and make sure this guy takes our cargo. If not, I'll have to find Basean myself (he bought our stuff). Because this fool is getting mighty high from tucking his robe too far up his -"} He coughs a little before carrying on. "I can handle him, just get the stuff here and we can all get payed and be merry drunk."

"What I'm hearing is that you need to talk to the owner," says Ravnar, "and you need to stay here to do that. I agree that I should be able to find my way to and from the boat and here and back from now on. We'll leave immediately and return to the boat-- unless you would like our help... speaking... to this gentleman who's giving you trouble?"

Sai looks to the man who is being a problem for a moment. Stern and broad shouldered, though he lacked a refined musculature, he looked like he too no antics or "troublemakers" in high regard.

"Oh Prejash there, help with him *pfft*. I just need to sort him and that stupid hat of his. If he won't listen to old Sai, I don't think you guys can help. It's up to me."

After he says this he gives a bit of a nervous laugh. What reason was there?
Maybe he is nervous of having to deal with the stern man. Unsure he could convince him alone.
Maybe he didn't want the captain mad, especislly at him.
Maybe he had a measure of pride and didn't want to need near total (if nice really) strangers help.
Maybe he just hated being out at High Sun. Even this heat was bothersome to Sai as is.

High Sun - The time of day pertaining to a while before noon and a while after the noon. When the sun is just too hot for much of any manual labor. People often hide away in their homes or any shade possible. Desert travelers and nomads will often sleep until afternoon and travel the majority of the night. If travel during the day at all.

Discern Realities
When you closely study a situation or person, roll+Wis. On a 10+ ask the GM three questions from the list below. On a 7–9 ask only one. Take +1 forward when acting on the answers.
• What happened here recently?
• What is about to happen?
• What should I be on the lookout for?
• What here is useful or valuable to me?
• Who’s really in control here?
• What here is not what it appears to be?



Discern realities: 10:39, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6 ((4,4)) +2 Wis bonus = 10.



• What happened here recently?
• What here is useful or valuable to me?
• What here is not what it appears to be?

From the teachings of Kali. One learns alot about their enemies and their battlefield. One simply has to look, rather than just seeing. This lesson was taught well to the weretiger, and on this day he used the teachings well.


[*] What has happened here recently?

On seeing the guard - Prejash was it? The cleric saw that the guard is well covered, but he could can see the slightest bit of fabric sticking out from his robes. Bandaged maybe? Has be suffered an injury? The slight loss in pride can be seen, maybe he was attacked. Maybe that is how he is less patient.


[*] What here is useful or valuable to me?

The cleric smells a little of the stench of alcohol on the air and - ah ha! Just over there was the bottle, attempted to be discarded, poking out a little from behind someone else's crate.
That must be unprofessional. Wasat can't have that can it?


[*] What here is not what it appears to be?

The stockhouse may look like it can be discriminatory, in reality, it might not be able to afford to. A glance behind the door - only ajar for a moment - reveals that it looks a little bare. The stocks are low in general, and food in particular must be low, as there is a lack of the spice smells.

When using any of this information. Have +1 to your moves.

In reply to Story Weaver (msg # 18):

Ravnar goes over to have a quick talk with Syrio, and fills him in on what his eyes-- and his nose-- have detected.

Thusly armed with information, Syrio walks up to the storehouse guard.

"What's going on, here, friend?" he asks with a confidential tone. "Is the merchant giving you some sort of trouble or argument?"

Prejash is feeling a little snappy and has more of a go then maybe a guard should let out. Pointing to Sai, he starts.
"He and his stock were late - that is assuming he in fact the original owner. It's a matter of principle that it just can't be accepted now. It interferes with other people if the place becomes overstocked. If we go soft on them, everyone else will start taking it easy. Wasat can't afford to just coast it like some other cities.
They can find someone else who will take the cargo of incompetent traders for whom punctual is a suggestion."
Prejash spits to an empty spot, getting rid of the vile taste of irritation this conversation causes him.

Parley
When you have leverage on a GM character and manipulate them, roll+Cha. Leverage is something they need or want. On a hit they ask you for something and do it if you make them a promise first. On a 7–9, they need some concrete assurance of your promise, right now.

13:31, Today: Syrio rolled 9 using 2d6 ((4,5)). +2 CHR bonus: 11.

"Listen-- Prejash, is it? Tell you what-- I've seen your type before. What you want at the end of the day is a nice bottle of good drink and to make like Indra with the soma... and not just the end of the day, but maybe a bit during High Sun, am I right? And don't we all? I know I do, my friend! Well, you're right that overstocking can be a serious problem that should be guarded against. But I never met these people before today, and I can tell you that this stuff has come straight off the boat, with no funny business... and I give you my personal promise that if you stop tossing obstacles in everyone's way, that not only will your storehouse not be full by the time we unload our entire shipment, but I won't even tell your boss about that bottle over there that someone's been sampling recently. Does that sound good to you, or what?"
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For a moment, the guards eyes flicker to the bottle. But he already knows he's been had. He didn't want to need that alcohol, but these days hadn't been going well for him.
He would just be glad to have an out. Maybe get another set of bandages.
"...Alright. I'll let it in. Just don't tell Basean OK? If you can get it done fast enough, We can have it all in by High Sun and everyone has a good time away from that sun."
He turns to Sai, "You can go in to tell the others to get this stuff inside. We all want to be away from this blasted sun."

Sai goes towards Syrio to say "I don't know what you did, but thank you." He then goes past and starts jogging when inside to find the helpers.

Prejash looks back to Syrio.
"Be careful of the streets, someone or something is out there. Determined. Willing to do anything."

"Oh? Not that I don't believe you-- because I have a reason to believe it-- but what makes you say that?"

"It was during one evening several nights ago, the day was pretty quiet. I was hoping to have it easy that day.
When it happened. A human figure, or so I thought. I only had a moment before it was on me you see. I cut at it with my blade, but it only seemed to make it mad."
He winces a little from the memory and rubs at his collar bone.
"It only took one strike for the pain alone to send me over. When I came to, it had already gotten what it wanted and left. No one knows what it wanted, it took some of almost everything we had.
Whatever it was, it's no mere Covcay."

"So it took a lot of things to hide showing which one it wanted... or else it just wanted to collect a lot of different types of things... Huh. All right, good to think about... thanks for the information."

Syrio fills his companions in on this information on the quick trip back (quicker, because Sannang didn't have to drag anything heavy back...)

Soon they'd arrived back at their point of origin...

As they all got back to the boat. They came across the familiar scene. The notable tradeship, the stock ready to be loaded for trip 2. The same faces being diligent at work. Some of the differences however were slight.
For one, one or two of the bags had been opened and had a slight slack. So they weren't completely lucky. Some covcay were still on the building tops nearby. One was being shooed away by the young lad from before.

As that bird relents, the captain looks to the returning party and says.
"Ah! Glad to see you're back. So promptly too. I do hope Basean wasn't too stringent on us. How was he anyway?"
As her gets an arm around Sai's shoulder in reassurance.
"Well he wasn't there, Prejash was, but he decided to be considerate after some words were exchanged. We can get the rest in and get our pay just fine." He let's out another laugh, this time with only a little nervousness lies within it. Probably just the sun.

The captain would have a look, and squinted for a moment. He seemed to read between the lines maybe and said to the trio in particular "You lot really came in to help at a good time for us haha. Let's get the next lot in before these pests get any ideas."

While you are getting the stock packed up to the trained elephant, between half and a full dozen of the thieving birds came to try claiming some stuff for their own.
I wonder how our band deals with them.

08:45, Today: Nimol rolled 11 using 2d6 ((5,6)). +2 dex bonus = 13.


Nimol tries using one of the honeyed seed balls... his aim is ideal...
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Nimol take a small moment to judge the angle, making sure he has it right before he lets the ball fly. As the glistening orb flies through the air, it holds the attention of numerous birds all at once.
Many of them change trajectory midflight, turning in a single motion to follow the new prize. As the ball rolled into a street alley, the birds fought with each other, inadvertently nudging it away further and further down the street.
There were only some 3 remaining, which Said, the youth together shooed away with a broom stick.

"Lets finish this up quickly, before those pesky things find nothing more amusing then us."
It wasn't long after that clean resolution, that the packing was ready for another transfer via trained elephant.

Nimol takes another honeyed seed ball from the boat's store before leaving, to replace the one he threw.

(City Sprawling: When you are traversing from one part of a city to another, Fate may decide to throw something unexpected at you. When travelling between sizable stretches of the city, roll +Wis. On 10+ Choose 3, on 7-9, choose 2, on a 6- choose 1.

--You arrive where you mean to.
--Arrive on time.
--You find something fortunate besides your destination.
--Something unfortunate Doesn't find you.

09:51, Today: Ravnar rolled 5 using 2d6 ((2,3)). +2 WIS bonus: 7.

--You arrive where you mean to.
--Something unfortunate Doesn't find you.

Ravnar leads the group back to the storehouse...

When the group gets back to the storehouse, they find that either they were interrupted more, or the fatigue of the sun was getting to them, as they got there later then the previous journey.

Prejash is there, looking a bit fatigued by the sun, by virtue of the rising heat.
"You are taking things pretty close, if it gets much later. This heat is going to be our deaths."
Beyond that, he merely gets on with trying to make sure everything is unloaded and then taken inside.

Leaving the band to return back. Find the slight mercy of the watery breeze is the only way the last package got sorted. Before the group carried one last time.

In reply to Story Weaver (msg # 30):

...And so, the trio returns for the last load...

As they do so, they find that the ship has been fully sorted to lock down and the stuff ready to take away. No Covcay were present. Maybe the sun was too much for even them now?

"I think we will all be glad when we get away from this sun. We'll go in with you and we can all get away from the sun together."

"Oh thank fate!"

So the majority of the crew - all the known faces at least - came with the band to deal with the final load.

(City Sprawling: When you are traversing from one part of a city to another, Fate may decide to throw something unexpected at you. When travelling between sizable stretches of the city, roll +Wis. On 10+ Choose 3, on 7-9, choose 2, on a 6- choose 1.

--You arrive where you mean to.
--Arrive on time.
--You find something fortunate besides your destination.
--Something unfortunate Doesn't find you.


16:59, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6 ((3,5)). +2 wis bonus = 10.

--You arrive where you mean to.
--Arrive on time.
--Something unfortunate Doesn't find you.

Through some miracle of observation, the group sees a side passage, which could just fit the elephant. It saved time and made sure that everyone got to the stockhouse in time. In time for it all to be accepted and the crew to be free to turn away to somewhere they knew before.
Somewhere they could reside while they rest up through the High Sun.


It is fairly cooler now, the food was quite nice after all that work and the pay worked out well for one afternoon (50gp).

In the travelers inn, The crew were sitting at a table, including several faces you only saw in passing before. The captain in particular was talking to the youth, who was hugging onto a sheathed sword like it was his lifeline.
"I'm sorry I can't help you further, Zand, I'll be sure to find someone to help you before you go off. Here, this should help get someone."
As he hands over a coin purse.
"I wish you the best of luck and the kind hand of fate. If it goes well, you'll have a fortunate life."
Zand looked at the coins, probably taking into account costs for what he needed before pocketing the purse away with a nod and thanks.

Syrio speaks to the youth. "What's the problem? Need some help with something?"


(Syrio speaks for the group... or at least, they are content to let him speak for them. They're used to him jumping at every opportunity for adventure.)

The youth has a look of hope as his attention is turned to Syrio.
"I need to get to Halwa. Near the Great Anvil. I'm hoping that I can get my father's work to the Caliph there, that he may see his work and hire him."
Zand rearranged his sheathed sword in his arms. As if the emphasize it's presence without making it vulnerable to theft.
"He specializes in armaments of all sorts for adventuring types. The city is a last stop between civilization and the Haunted lands, perfect to stock up before you dive in. So the hope is that father gets a better chance for his wares to sell themselves thanks to word of mouth. Truly earn the life of comfort he deserves."

He gives himself a moment to put enthusiasm back into himself, make himself as chipper as can be.
"If you accept this request, I will be sure to let my father know how you helped us and get some payment sorted. You would have two friends in Halwa with skills that might help your adventuring needs. What do you say?"
As the question is made, his dominant left arm shoots out like an arrow to accept a handshake. His face full of energy and hope.

"There are financial reasons why we should do this, it's true, but you really had me at the part about truly earning what your father deserves. Let's do it. The gods sometimes dispense justice through mortals, and mayhap this is one of those times. What's the next step?"

(Syrio speaks for the group... or at least, they are content to let him speak for them. They're used to him jumping at every opportunity for adventure.)

The enthusiasm rises as he realises things are going his way.
"If we were to leave tomorrow, we would need food for the journey. It's about 200 miles of an established path over low grass. The wadi will have plenty of mud this time of year. Assuming nothing changes our course, of course."
He giggles to himself at the joke. Oh the innocence of youth.
"So we need supplies for that long. Or enough that minimal hunting is needed.
After that, it's having the papers so we can't be barred. My father says the high ups like to -" he squishes his face as he tries to recall his father's wording "- run a tight ship."

He shows a paper he had somewhere on his robes, that was quick.
"A signature from someone who can prove character like Basean should do. If that isn't enough, the Caliph of Wasat would be impossible to deny. I hope we don't need to try seeing such a busy man though."

"Well I would think that that money the captain just gave you would do to purchase enough food... I imagine that the signature might be harder... do you think it's too late in the day to go talk to Basean now? Or must it wait until morning?"


(Syrio speaks for the group)

Zand looks to the direction of the tent, where the Bazaar is currently open to business. "The market is busy right now. We could get to talk to him, but it might be hard getting a word edgewise."
Looking at Syrio, the youth has a look of uncertainty, the sort that comes from a lack of experience. "I don't know when is best, honest sir."

"Well, let's ask the captain. Him giving his opinion on something like this won't cost him anything... Ho, captain! We want take young Zand here to Basean to have him sign some paperwork! When do you think would be the best time to talk to him to catch him in an agreeable mood? First thing in the morning? Or what?"

(Syrio speaks for the group.)

The aged man gives himself a moment to consider the situation as he knew it.
"There is going to be a lull in the work effort by late afternoon. One or two trades didn't happen see and so the space was a bit bare.
Basean likes to do what he needs to in the morning at double pace so he has less to do in the afternoon and evening. Adding onto that at short notice irritates him. Besides, he needs to meet me to formalise that we did, indeed, make the delivery. So we can try to resolve the form then."

"Oh, all right, so... what, late this afternoon?"

(Syrio speaks for the group)

"That indeed is a good time for it. Want to go then?"

Sai looks like he is about to let out a groan, when he realised he didn't have to be involved with this extra bit.
The captain looks at him and says "You know you're still coming along anyway for what I just said right?" The captain didn't think his question needed an answer. But he got one anyway.
"Yes sir."

"Absolutely, thanks!"

(Syrio speaks for the group)
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"All right, we can get going in a while and be sure to see him and get what else you need."


As everyone gets to the outside of the bazaar, thet start to see some of the "crowds" that make up Wasat. Those among them familiar with busy times in the bazaar of larger cities will consider this current activity of people to be "tame" "homely" "petty" or another besides, all based on mood and perspective of the individual. But anyone can agree, it is still a crowd.
The outer stretches of the Bazaar have canopies of fabric to enclose the customers and seller from direct sun. Further in, arches of stone can be seen that protect people from exposure to the blue sky.
As they get closer, the senses are entertained, the smells of spices and drugs, the sights of banners and vibrant foods, the sounds of chatter between friends and family and the sales pitches of merchants abound. A lot can be found here. But here are some of the outliners.

[*] Food stalls aplenty for foods fancy and practical.
[*] Stalls for tools of the trade. Which trade exactly? Quite a few, but mostly artisan tools.
[*] A shop of hookahs wafting a breeze of simple sensations.
[*] A small side stall, wares unknown but tingling a sense of intrigue.

Will the band go to peruse the wares seen? Find stalls besides? Bids their time patiently? Or something else entirely?

"Let's stay focused on why we're here," says Ravnar. Ravnar doesn't want the group to get distracted-- doesn't want them to lose sight of the captain NOR Zand on the way to get the errand completed...

Syrio and Nimol shrug and accept Ravnar's wisdom...

So the waiting began, as they followed the crews leader around to find Besean in the bazaar. Going from stall to stall that were known to use his storehouse, it took them a while to find the man himself.

When the band see him, the halfling who could well be Besean. Wearing the richer assortment of robes, with accents of colour in the gold and green combination, contrasted against the common light cream. His face was a little paler then the common complexion, a possible sign of his lifestyle of constant protection from the sun.
The smile he has is one of a man who loved to be mellow, especially after completing the hard work.

"Ah captain Hilaji, it's a pleasure to meet you again. Let me guess, wanting to be sure that we see eye to eye on the transaction?" Something flickers on his face as he recognises he deducted rightly.
"I can't blame you, having business done leaves people to enjoy the pleasantries of the Bazaar. The social connections and passtime, the sights and the wares, its a joy isn't it?"
A scribe from the crowd is at the side of the two as they get chatting away and resolving the technicalities and assurances.

When one matter resolved, the captain dives at the chance for another.
"So I was hoping you could have a moment for a friend of mine here - Zand. He could do with your approval with Halwa, ensuring smooth entry for him and his father. They both Smith very fine craft and are hoping for better pastures there."
The captain puts a hand on the youth's shoulder when he brings him up by name. Besean looks to the youth with a discerning eye.

"May I?" He gestures toward the sword the youth holds sheathed and wrapped. The junior smith takes a moment to ponder on handing the sword. He eventually nods and unwraps the handle bandages.
The pommel and cross guard show fine detail and craft, little elements of design with beauty and symbolic weight to it. The halfling only unsheathed the sword part-way to admire the blade. It is rather larger then him and he wasn't built like a warrior. Admiring the keen edge, he puts it back together and hands it back.

Feeling he knew his word to be true, Besean nods in approval. This indeed was fine craft like they claim.
"Your word and your father's craft speak true. I can give you my signature, it would mean you would get in, about half a week after you arrive at the gate, if they are busy. But if you did something for me... I could get Wasat's current Caliph to sign and seal it, that would get you in right away."

Ravnar sighs. He had a feeling they were going to end up doing this favor, just because the man might change his mind about helping at all if they said no. But just to be sure Syrio didn't agree immediately, Ravnar spoke up first: "What might this 'something' be, sir?"


(Ravnar speaks for the group)

Besean looks to Ravnar and addressing him says
"Oh, it's quite simple really. I have something missing, something of some value, but much higher sentimental value. A bangle, gold with ruby and topaz."
He is in thought as he rubs his own wrist. Lost in a memory. It is only for a moment, but after he already is composed again and carries on. "While I haven't seen it in a while, I would not be surprised if it was stolen recently. Get it back to me, and what you want is yours."

Zand looks ready to jump at the one opportunity he has.

"So... if you haven't seen it in a while... what makes you think it was stolen recently? It sounds as if, perhaps, you suspect someone in particular as the thief in question...?" says Ravnar.

(Ravnar speaks for the group)

"I think it was stolen recently as my store house was broken into not too long ago. The things taken did not have a pattern to them. Not that I know of anyhow, beyond maybe deception of the true intended target."

Besean makes a motion of looking around for listeners before carrying on in hushed tones.

"As for who, while I have ideas on who might want it taken, I'm unsure who they would use to get the job done. As one or two of them live very far away from Wasat.
There is Uyame who has wanted to expand his merchant collection in "low competition" cities. Kilamu meanwhile still doesn't understand the meaning of no."

"I see," says Ravnar. "Do you have any suggestion on where we should investigate first?" Ravnar privately felt this was getting worse and worse-- a mysterious object stolen by a mysterious thief that could be anywhere by now, but was presumably on its way to not one, but one of two possible buyers, who themselves were (apparently) each far away. Terrific... and if not reined in, Syrio would gladly hare all over the map, like a dog looking for a stick that its master only pretended to throw. Faster to just let Besean hurry up and point them in the direction he wanted investigated.

Seeing that the group didn't interject at this time Besean carried on.
"If I were in your position, I would try looking into the sorts of things they like.
Uyame likes to get a foothold on somewhere by crafters who are facing issues on their own and their craft can generate income all year round. Makes him look like a savior while taking a greedy cut of their profit. You could find a connection with the small independent Smiths and other makers in the city."

A frown is on his face when he thinks about that man, and the captain interjects.
"Almost worked with him once, he thought he had me for a fool before I threw it in his face."
"I can see that happening, trade route enable his desires."

"Kilamu on the other hand likes using outsiders and criminals who won't disagree with her unsavoury tasks. She only likes yes people, the weak willed and broken. That  way she can get what she want from them, the entitled spoiled harlot." He shudders in discomfort and rubs his face.
"You can try the dens near the port or the dark alley drink and drug stalls. They might recognise her magic use, or disguise by dark hood worn when she hires."

Hearing all this, Zand puts across an idea of his own.
"What about the bird tower? The thief might use that?
The owner nods.
"Good idea, Zand. He might need a larger bird but it's possible. Or just find somewhere to leave it for someone else or hand deliver. There are possibilities at this time."

Just as Syrio is about to speak, Ravnar speaks. "Tell us of the Bird Tower, please."

Syrio's mouth snaps shut, and he nods eagerly.

Ravnar sees that there is no stopping Syrio at this point, on a matter of double justice (an old man's just due, and a robbery). Wise men, wizards, armies, kings, and gods had all tried to stop Syrio from pursuing the cause of justice before, and all had failed. Ravnar knew that for a matter of double justice, he had no chance of getting Syrio to abandon the question now. Best to just try to get it over with as efficiently as possible.

(The party feels that its collective will has been appropriately represented.)

The creed by which Syrio lives will drive him in the right direction when the moment is right.
Gain +1 ongoing during one scene, usable when directly interacting with the thief/assailant.

The merchant laughs a bit at the questioning. "Oh that lanky thing, it's a standard stop for messenger and carrier birds. It mainly got the name - a local pet name is Feathery Tower - as it's one of the few buildings that rise high in Wasat. Near the palace but available to the public. Or at least the lower levels are anyway. Higher would need some effort to get around the guards. If the thief were ordered by afar, and communication needed to be prompt, chances are the missive would come from there."

Syrio gives Ravnar a look. Ravnar nods and whispers to his comrades-- and to Zand. "So our choices so far are to ask around amongst the independent craftsmen, or to investigate a tower that might get us in trouble with the city guards, or to start asking nosy questions amongst a lot of people in the city's heart of scum and villainy. Obviously, the first choice is the easiest... but that's if it's that one man. It feels to me like the magic-liking woman. Just a  hunch--"

"Based on?" Nimol asks.

"On the fact that she would be more trouble for us to deal with, so it's probably her, just for one thing," said Ravnar.

Nimol nodded. He, too, knew how Syrio's quests tended to go.

"Also, I didn't like the unnatural way those birds behaved this morning, either. That felt like magic, not just like a rich greedy criminal," Ravnar added. Both men nodded.

"So let's try one hive of scum and villainy, and see what happens!" said Syrio.

"All right," said Ravnar. "But just one. If it doesn't lead to anything, we try something else."

Ravnar stopped whispering. "What particular hiv-- I mean, what particular den or dive might be the most profitable place to find a lead?" Ravnar asked aloud.

"Of the places I know of - because I have no reason to need those places - I would say the place you want, if you could only choose one, is the Wayward Fisherman. While Plunder Palace is more popular, Wayward Fisherman is less scrupulous, so everyone with coin can go there no problem. The two places are both at the south end of the city right along the bay."

Besean looked like he was confused over something that the cleric said "But did you say something odd about birds, what was -"
Sai interjects on this one for the group. "No offence Besean, but the Covcay were acting like we were in the City of Delights, not the Middle City."

The halfling blinks once before shaking his head and letting the interruption slide.
"None taken, Sai. That behaviour of theirs has been a curious thing for a while now. I know they try to obtain riches to attract mates, but their rivalry is to an absurd extent now."

"I would say be careful, but sounds like you've done this sort of thing before."
"They look the sort" the captain added, no one denied him of course.
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"Wait..." says Ravnar. "You interest me. This has been going on for some time? How long, more or less? ...Maybe we will stop by the Bird Tower first, just to ask a question or two, not to be pushy about it, just in case anyone has any useful bird-related insights..."

--Who knows where the Bird Tower and the Wayward Fisherman are? Does Zand?

Also,
--does Zand want to come with us?
--Is he any good in a fight, or does he have any other skills that might be useful in an investigation?
--If he doesn't come with us, where will we find him when we want to talk to him again?

The halfling scratches his chin for a moment, recalling the moment he noticed the pattern.
"If I had to guess, these birds have been at it for about a week or two. It started as needing to be a little more cautious on the way out of the Bazaar a week and a half ago, but from what I hear about the pier and your ship supplies, it sounds a dense lot for a small place."

Sai speaks out hesitantly, as it seemed like it would mean work. But he started to offer himself anyway. "I've lived here a good while, I can get you to both those places if you need directions. Though the bird tower ain't that hard to find."

Zand seems to have changed his posture to be more up right at hearing about the bird tower being your first direction.
"Let me come with you guys, please. I need to do my part in getting this resolved. I can fend for myself, you don't need to worry about me.
His belt adjusts a little as he makes sure a pair of daggers are ready and waiting if violence breaks out.

"All right, we're going to go to the Bird Tower first, ask a couple of questions. Then we'll go ask somewhat different questions at The Wayward Fisherman."

(Ravnar speaks for the group.)

So with that, Sai takes you in the direction of the Bird Tower. It isn't hard, for one, Sai knew the streets quite well, and the intended destination rises high above the rest. So all real difficulties are dealt with at ease.


When the group arrived, they found it, the Bird Tower, just outside the area of the palace. It rose high into the air, a sandy coloured structure with tufts of bird bedding sticking out of windows and a vague smell of "birdness" in the air. A bird had entered and another left in quick succession when the band got there, showing that however sleepy, the tower was still active at even this lazy afternoon.

People were going by, only a few though, as only so many people used the building at any time.

On seeing this much, what will they do? Will the go straight in? Go by stealth or try to info gather in any number of ways?

Syrio leads the group inside. "We have nothing to hide... yet..." he smiles.

...Speak for yourself... thinks Ravnar, but he heads inside along with the others.

(Except Sannang, of course, who waited outside, unless the entrance to the tower was large enough for him to enter...)

Of course, the place was made for some accomodation for the larger people like ogres or the occasional troll. However it was never intended for elephants to be inside. So the Sannang was left outside while the trio go in, including the ships best man Sai and temp companion Zand.

As they pass in one at a time, they see a sensible, if fundamental reception for the rest of the tower, baskets, parchment scrolls and quills aplenty. A chair or two was present and plenty of what seemed like cages for transport of birds to the left. The last feature was a staircase going up into the levels beyond, starting at the right and winding up clockwise. The pressure difference caused several feathers to come down from the upper parts and gently land, ruining the clean image the place had.

The desk was on the other side from the entrance, made of the same stone as the rest of the structure. Most of the lighting was from the windows, but a spare candle and torch stands were at the ready for long standing nights.

Behind the desk was a woman in simple robes and with her hair tied back. She was finishing up something on a scroll in a calm manner muttering to herself "Itinerary completed, with accomodations for recent issues..." She has enough awareness to flick his eyes up, and find several strangers there. So she cleared her throat of phlegm and made the greetings. "Oh hello there, is there anything I can do for you or have sent for you? Missives to the Missus? Ordinance to the Subordinates? Letter for an addicted bettor?"
It might have been rehearsed, but that didn't mean it was insincere coming from her. She was already showing a calm demeanor before, but now she almost slumps into the wall behind her.

In reply to Story Weaver (msg # 64):

Syrio walks up to the woman and gives her a winning smile. "Well, hello there," he says. "Any messages come in lately from one 'Kilamu...?'"

The receptionist has a moment when she blinks her eyes, having taken in the smile in question and adds a personal touch to the professional smile of her own.

"Kilamu was it? Allow me to check...for...you."

As she starts to rummage a little bit in the space beneath her, interacting with baskets and draws. Occasionally looking up to see that the other remain in sight.
After a quick minute or two, she looks to the dashing man and says "Oh by the way, who is the letter for again? I don't think asked. Oh how unprofessional" as she hides the bottom half of her face with with a form parchment.

"I don't really want to bandy my client's name around... I'm just the bodyguard. But my name is Syrio... And what's yours?"

Syrio had caused a flustering in her, more of the professional demeanor left as she tried just to answer a basic question.
"Well, I, I, I'm Abrisham" Meaning Silk or Soft. "I was so small, no, gentle, no um light when I was born, my mother was scared a breeze would take me." She had just said it to explain herself, well her name. But after blowing a feather away with a puff, she couldn't help but laugh. Was it nerves? Was it he silly play? Was it the absurdity of her mother? She couldn't tell why but she laughed.

Defy Danger CHA
15:32, Today: Syrio rolled 7 using 2d6 ((2,5)) + 2 for CHA bonus = 9

Abrisham hasn't been completly hoodwinked by the dashing swordsman's charms. She knew she was being deceived and possibly used for info. Maybe she should really care, but she didn't, not that much anyway.
It was wrong, but maybe this was the only chance she would get? Well maybe she should have a try anyway.

"I know what you want, and if you leave I won't tell anyone. But if you still want to know what I know, I can tell you. But on a condition, I want a good time."
She blemishes and covers her lower face to try and hide what she had requested.
"Not like that but, there is a lot of day left right?"

Now she was regretting it, she shouldn't have tried. There was no way this would work. Not on a man like this. There had to be prettier girls at the stalls of the bazaar and the secluded pillowed corners of risque places more worth his time.

Syrio knew from his social escapades that he had been given a proposition, leave now and nothing comes of his odd questions, or go with her around town to get his fill of info, a bribe of time and patience.
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In reply to Story Weaver (msg # 68):

"You offer me quite a bargain, silken one. Learn what I need and escort a bright, intelligent, honest, and yet modest woman out for the evening? How could I say otherwise?"

"But first-- in good faith-- tell me, this... ah, this..." Syrio paused like he had to remember the name he'd just asked about moments before (this required no acting, really) "...this Kilamu... Is there something worth knowing? Some information that will interest my employer? --No no, don't tell me what it is... just tell if if there is anything worth telling. Whatever your answer, I will be glad to walk and talk with you amidst the evening breeze... I will not let it blow you away."
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Oh Fates! It was working, it was working. Oh Abrisham hoped it wouldn't be fleeting.
How could he say otherwise? "_{I'm too minute to hold worth.}." At a whipser too small for her to even feel the wind leave her.

Oh yes, that question on faith, well it was true, there were things to tell him worth his time. She had to have material enough for him if herself wasn't enough.
"Oh yes oh yes, there is indeed something worthwhile."
She moved her hand to almost place it on herself and then the fancy swordsman. "But just us two right? Outside?" As her eyes had flickered to the other companions of his, one thin man of the cloth who seemed to try piercing her with his minds focus and the elephant tamer who's occupation confused her more then his appearance or demeanor itself did.

With that, she forgot her station in a literal sense to disappear with a slam behind the desk. Before the other people got to reject her proposal. Maybe she wanted to change her style, hair or something for this event.
In the moment of silence, Zand broke it with a gasp and puzzling tone to match his face, likely addressed to Syrio "Wait, what was that? What di- and how di- you? Ugh, that is impossible. Nothing at all, must be magic." He showed disappointment, inability to do what Syrio did and envy at his ease from the tone of it.

"The greatest magic, friend," says Syrio, and he goes outside, since it seems like his date is going to meet him out there, and will expect him to be alone.

"What do we do now?" Nimol asked Ravnar.

"...I want to ask someone else here about the whole bird thing," said Ravnar. "Perhaps I can't do it as well as Syrio, but I'm going to give it a try..." Ravnar looked around for some other employee of the Bird Tower...

On trying to find others to question, Ravnar's search went higher into the tower. They quickly found a young man who would ponder on the whereabout of his colleague, before dismissing the problem and saying he would do it.
In trying to soften him up for more "out there" questions, they find some facts out.
From what they were able to gather, the tower was structured like this. Reception at the bottom, next it was the sorting rooms for making sure they were grouped for sections of the city and groups who worked there. After that, it was the restricted parts of the tower. Presumably the residential areas for the birds in question. It was important as not all birds were indeed owned by Wasat itself, some were owned by other people or originate from different places.

Beyond that, they had to deal with some covcays in the area as transport of some gifts could be stolen from the carrier birds if they were suspected. Thus the near sickly smell of honey on his person.

***

Outside, we find Syrio waiting for a while. The afternoon sun was merciful with the accompanying caress of the bay breeze. It turned the day into one of quiet beauty, you could take your time today, the breeze seemed to whisper. While Syrio was one for adventure, he could see how some would settle in a place like this.
Not quite his thing of course, this was Syrio we are talking about after all, but he couldn't fault them, not everyone was made to wonder beyond everything they knew to see the new horizon.

He knew some people would take their time to really prepare, but Syrio wasn't surprised. He couldn't help but smirk when he remembered that one time when a merchant's daughter who took an entire day to be ready for meeting him. But that is a story for another time.
It was around this moment that the receptionist was finally ready. Abrisham had sneaked her way out, as she wanted to surprise him, like he surprised her day.
He thought it might have been a trick of the light, but no, her hair was in fact gray. A light, soft gray, like a cloud that was unsure if it wanted to rain or not. But the rest of her was the body of youth. She had gotten an entirely different dress that looked nothing like her simple work robes. It covered her midsection and legs completely in baby blue, with waves of green at the bottom hem and stitchings of silvery clouds and white swirls. But her arms and shoulders were covered by a see-through white shawl.

"So, what do you think?" as she gave a twirl and laughed at herself. She had pulled all the stops (even asking a friend for a few jewelry pieces) to impress, it had to do something, surely. "Have an idea?" she questioned inquisitively.

When asking for more info from them both, especially on the two leads Besean said, be sure to roll +Cha

"That's what I wanted to ask about," Ravnar says to the young man. "As someone who deals with the birds of this city every day... well, I've been told that the covcays have been acting up lately... suspiciously so, in fact." Ravnar takes out his holy symbol and shows it to the young man. "As a priest of Kali, vanquisher of demons, I've been looking into it. Do you, or does anyone here, have anything you can report about suspicious bird-related activity? Because I'm wondering if someone or something might not be using black magic to control the birds... or, worse, if the covcays' behavior is merely a symptom of some greater evil taking place in or near this city."

(As always, let me know if you want to roll, or else just roll for me.

Also, I know I forgot to do it at first, but I did at one point decide what Ravnar's holy symbol looks like... it's described on his character sheet/profile...)

"Yes... are you hungry? If so, we could go to your favorite place to dine... I'll pay, of course. If not, perhaps we might simply start with a walk down the main thoroughfare? I want to show your beauty and taste off to everyone."

Whichever she chooses, on the way, as they walk, Syrio gently tries, after several pleasant minutes have gone by, to press the matter broached earlier. "Now then... perhaps you have something you would like to tell me, or at least to start telling me...?"


(10:40, Today: Syrio rolled 9 using 2d6 ((6,3)), +2 for CHR bonus = 11.)

"Aoom should be nice at this time of day. If we get lucky we can be there before it's busy." The place she had wanted to go for food was nice, more costly then she might go for, though not expensive. Abrisham didn't want her date to think she was viper. She wasn't the sort but he couldn't know. It was along the main thoroughfare, so there would be a while before the get there.
Despite any effort to show off his date's sense of taste, Syrio didn't see anyone give them mind at all. On the way to their destination, she started to fulfill her end of the bargain. "Ah yes Kilamu, I have seen that name a few times. Now, what I'm going to tell you is what I've put together from the letters and reading between the lines."

Then she is sure to grab Syrio's arm to be closer to him as she started. "See, this man Hadish, was an owner of a Hookah den. Now, he had gotten himself into a bit of a gambling debt - boredom I imagine - and needed an out before he lost his everything. This other man came up to him and said something like."
She cleared her throat out for this moment as she gives her hand at imitating having a manly voice.
"Greetings good sir, I am here on behalf of this man named Uyame and he wants to pay your debt. You just need to sign this contract and tell me everything you know of the people working the Bazaar - including this halfling man named Besean."
Abrisham had a coughing fit while laughing at herself wheezingly. Oh no, she must be embarrassing him. Would he stick around long enough to still be here after what he needed? She would have to hope.
"Now I found it odd as Besean seemed to own space more then stalls. So I read more - tell no one please - and found that Uyame was working with Kalimu. A partnership of mutual benefit from their manner. Both wanted to get back at Besean, she wanted revenge, a specific marriage band, and a scroll - do you know if she was jilted? She seems jilted. Anyhow, Uyame wanted to finally expand into what he thought would be a growing city."

She had a thought and wanted to see if she was right? Maybe ask some mundane things to make it less prying. "What is a man like you doing in Wasat anyway? You seem too, restless? Like here isn't worth your time."

Ah ha. While he'd been waiting outside for his date, it had occurred to him that both people might be involved, just because that would truly be the worst possible outcome. And so of course it turned out to be true.




"--Revenge? Really? That's interesting..." It sounded like Basean might know more than he was saying. That is, of course Basean knew more than he was saying, that much was obvious-- Syrio had presumed the missing jewelry or whatever it was was a valuable magic item... and there was obviously some sort of additional history or backstory about why Basean suspected the people he suspected... but Syrio didn't think those details were relevant to the job. But somehow, the word revenge changed things in Syrio's eyes. What did Kalimu want revenge for? What had Basean done? Could the good and the bad in this story be more complicated than they had at first seemed? Syrio's sense of justice was starting to itch...



"A marriage band? Well well, that's another detail I didn't already know..."




"A scroll? First I've heard of a scroll, too... No, I know very little about Kalimu, but I think the possibility you raise is very interesting..."




"Ah, it's not so much that I have wanderlust as that I feel driven to uphold my creed, the two pillars of which are: Justice, and Liberty. Wherever injustice is being done, wherever people or animals are not free... there do I wish to go, to do something about it... As for Wasat, well... my good friend Nimol is an elephant trainer, so, well, when one has an elephant, one spends a fair amount of time outdoors... but then sometimes I want to come into a city and enjoy a really good meal in the company of an attractive, intelligent woman..."
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While Syrio was having an interesting time, his friends were getting some way of information from one of the bird carers in the tower.
The man was a little intimidated, there were many god's worshiped in Zakhara. But he knew of Kali, those people were dangerous when they wanted to fight, especially when you gave them a religious reason to.
"Oh of c-c-course, um, your holiness? I sure want to help... I have been listening out on what they do, trying to note anything and everything odd going on with them. But I'd you had to pin me down to one point - not a knife point though. I guess then I would say they are more bold then their sort are."

He didn't know how much he should assume knowledge, so he decided to gently tell a theory of them for context.
"See, some stories say covcays came from punishing thieves who stole from Jin (Genie) right? Like, turn them into birds that covet things like they did before. But that is like, the origin story, birds are still birds after all. Yeah, so thieves thieve in the night or through misdirecting right? But I've been hearing them being boldfaced. Which is rare..."

At this point, Ravnar was realising he was going a little slower then he might have liked. Maybe he was intimidated? Or just tired from work? How did Syrio do it so naturally? Get the important parts to spill?

Spout Lore
00:42, Today: Story Weaver, on behalf of Ravnar, rolled 7 using 2d6-2 ((5,4)).
Ravnar knows that the reason for jewelry hunting was partially a process of sexual selection. The best mate gets the shiniest and most vibrant things. Plus it can change their plumage if the best with it.

The priest was told something about genders and was wondering if he needed to change approach, when he heard a flutter. He felt his belt become a little lighter. As he glanced he saw a bird fly out of a nearby window, with a bottle neck in its beak.
No! It was his bottle of healing potion!

"Stop here y-" Sai had tried to help, really throw himself at the feathered thief. But he only hit his head on the window edge, he looked a little tipsy. He was being reassured by a Zand, torn between helping Sai and going after the item, even if it was a little high to jump.
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(For future reference, that penalty should be -1, not -2. [But this time, that does not change the roll, I know.])




(18:57, Today: Nimol rolled 9 using 2d6 ((6,3)). +2 Dex bonus: 11.)


Nimol instantly uses the extra honeyed ball that he'd gotten back at the boat after he used his first one to target the thieving covcay. His skill meant that his aim was (once again) practically perfect...
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The perfect arc of the honeyed orb as thrown by Nimol was enough to stop the bird. On a building roof next to the tower, the bird landed to have the honey orb with the bottle on a fabric roof protecting a stall from the sun. The bottle was safely unbroken and cork still fastened. The bird would be busy for a while as the afternoon sun glimmer kept entertaining the avian thief.

"I'll get it." Zand announced without waiting for approval, he turned and started moving for the exit at the reception.
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The group rushes outside after Zand. "No, don't bother," Nimol tells Zand. "Sannang, fetch that bottle there for me," he says, pointing. Quickly grabbing the small bottle should be no problem for Sannang's long trunk.

With an easy effort, the elephant Sannang gets the potion in question down. So it is retrieved. At least the occasion gave Ravnar a moment to think on what he found out while in the tower and what his next move was.

***
Back at the city main thoroughfare, the date was going along well enough. At least Abrisham hoped so.




Ooo, she peaked his interest, he surely knows he's on the right track with her. Syrio was only told so much by his employer, Abrisham presumed. So he was sent to find information was he? Hopefully she had enough to entertain him the evening.



Did he know much about what it entails?
"She made it sound like the scroll will finish something Kilamu has been working on. Not that she wasn't boastful to begin with, in that sly way that reveals only her attitude. Sort of rude honestly. But he had a guy and she had the list."

Was he right on her intellect? Maybe? She might have picked up on something.
"Uumm, can I take a guess, and say that this Besean is your boss? It seems quite likely. Or fated?"
Silly her, Abrisham realised after she said that that he could just be some 4th party taking interest in this mercantile episode.

She patted his arm, well Syrio must do intense work. She did so mainly wanted his attention. "We're here, quick, let's get a table over there." The pair had arrived at Aoom, the main place for their date.
A restaurant that looked like it wanted to appear cosy, and indeed was, with cushions around tables and the aroma of delectable meals, food as vibrant in colour as fabrics. But one or two details were a little ornate like a chandelier or an uneeded table decoration. Like it didn't know what to do with itself.

She hoped she wouldn't be the only one blabbing all night. Might make her look too much of a gossiper.
"I can only imagine the problems a man of such principle tries to resolve. With such characters too. Care to enlighten me to the tales of Syrio the Principled?"

Ravnar puts the healing potion back in his belt pouch... then he thinks better of it, unties his pouches with his money and his rations and his potion and ties them around his neck, like his holy symbol. He tucks them under his clothes (also like his holy symbol). That ought to help with thieving... Nimol, seeing what Ravnar is doing, does the same with his own rations and money.

Then Ravnar leads the group back inside to finish talking to that one tower employee. No way that that interruption just then was pure coincidence...


***



"No, my employer is another, who merely wants Besean to do him a business-related favor... I was interested in this because I thought it involved a theft... but now I must investigate further, to understand where justice truly lies in this matter..."



"Mm... the bravest thing we've done so far today was to hold off a strangely-determined swarm of covcays. We suspect someone may be controlling them, or else that they may be reacting to something magically wrong in the area... Say, you work at a tower of birds... has anyone there any clues about what's going on with the covcays lately...?"

(11:01, Today: Syrio rolled 7 using 2d6 ((4,3)) +2 for CHR bonus = 9.)

On the way back up to the same level, the group finds that the one employee they were talking to is already in an exchange with several others who work there. All in an exchange.

"But it flew straight in! That was well beyond normal. Why are we ok with it?"
One of the group replies "We aren't, but what can we do? We can't go pest patrol, we care for birds and organise the messages coming in and going out. When will we have the time to hunt those things, when?"
"There has to be something more we can do. At least tell the Caliph mayb-"
At this point, the employee (who interacted with the group) had seen them return. He looked uncomfortable, there was sweat on his brow from the nervousness of a possible dieties rage being directed at him. "Oh hello again. I'm so sorry, venerable Kali Disciple, that shouldn't have happened! I should have stopped it or been able to save that man from injury. Can you ever forgive my transgression?"
As he says these things, he bows to try and appease to the better side of the clerics disposition, maybe get mercy from their strange holy magics.
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So she was kind of right, a 4th party. But at least she knew now. It seemed like he was indeed one of principle to question his task. He could really be nice.



This was something Abrisham could help with independently, she did know some things on birds after all.
"So they got to you too, huh? They have been strange the last two weeks thereabouts? In fact this many and this aggressive is unusual for a smaller city like ours. Plus they have been working together, while they are social, they usually don't hunt for resources in a group. But did you know they can use tools? They say they can pick at locks, I myself have seen one drop hard nuts in front of carts to brake the shell and pick at the insides afterwards."

She might not know the specifics on the magic one would use for influencing animals, but maybe a theory on the bird behaviour might be appreciated? She had better focus on the matter at hand and not go on a tangent.
"I might not know the exact magic to influence birds, but I have an idea for their intensity in the mundane realm, um. Covcays take things to impress mates by their changed plumage and sometimes offering dances. So if they are this desperate, maybe the female numbers are low? Or they are competing for some alpha-ess covcay? ?I don't know, it was an idea I had."

Syrio wasn't sure if it was just his experience talking, but it seemed he was trapped here. Maybe it the interest someone already in the restaurant was taking in his conversation, maybe it was that trio huddled around a crate on the other side of town playing cards. A part of the swashbuckler felt a little uncomfortable.
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"You should absolutely tell the Caliph," says Ravnar, pitching his voice so that it gets the attention of all of them. "Get a message to him immediately."

10:40, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6 ((5,3)). (No CHR bonus)


Then he turns to the employee he'd been speaking to earlier. "It wasn't your job to stop the covcay," he says, still audible so that they'll all still hear, "but it is the duty of all of you to make sure the Caliph knows what's going on. Something must be done about this."

"Actually, I find that very interesting. So if you're right, either something's happened to their females... or there's something they see as the ultimate female... Hm."



"But enough of these secrets and mysteries... please, tell me more about yourself!"

Since he doesn't want to leave before they've eaten, Syrio gives up on pursuing the information he wished... at least until after their meal...

Ravnar's presence in a religious sense gave the helpful employee a jolt into action. His uncertainty and regret seemed to be sent away at the cleric's advice on action. "I'll go and tell him right away." He turns to the others, "Make sure things run smoothly, and can someone take over the reception? I can't see Abrisham anywhere and I don't want people just trouncing in like they own the place."
He looks to Ravnar and says "Thank you, good sir. I can see you really wanted to know our goings on, so I can at least answer a question of yours. But maybe not too many, I do need to go let Caliph Haroun al-Raqqas know of this." He gestures about the room and at the window where the recent event happened. "It's too unnatural."
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"If you're sure that's worthwhile compared to such interesting prospects." From then Syrio finds out quite a bit about Abrisham. She had moved from Hiyal (The City of Intrigue) to Wasat when she was too young to remember. She lived with her aunt, uncle and their children, and worked away at the bird tower. She wasn't married and no one came up who would make a good match to her, or her to them. From her youth, she took the time to become quite informed, her passions of birds and books came through and her curiosity rewarded her with her first spell. She had an aptitude for the arcane it turned out and had hoped to find someone to learn from properly. At least to have money to repay what her aunt and uncle had done for her. "So far, Azuah al-Jawwaf of Wasat's court is too secluded to give me the time, and Zarad, Chief Vizier of Halwa would think me too small a waste of time to bother with."

The subject moves on from there, from one magic to another.
"The hair has an interesting story. When we lived in Hiyal, my father had a hand in... unsavory behavior to rise in prominence and was caught in attempted assassination and theft of a renowned jewel. In punishment, a genie cursed my father to never have the prominence he wanted again. As descendants could vicariously give him presence, that curse affected us too. Thus my early granny look."
She nervously laughs at her hair, and then sighs at recalling these memories.
"Sadly, I never saw him again. Mother wasn't around to feel the shame and he was punished permanently. So that's how I moved here, to relatives distant from those affairs. It is an odd curse, no one really gives me much mind, so I never exactly became a socialite. I do hope to remove the curse, but I have my doubts I can do it. Some things never heal, some curses just scar." She slightly, and instinctively rubs her wrists a little. There, Syrio sees birthmark bands on her arms, where shackles might go, or the line where hands of criminals might be cut off.

As the date moves on, they get a selection of food and get into sharing it. It consisted of well prepared fish curries, bread laced with herbs and rice immersed in their own flavor. Inspired by the waters of the bay, and the lifestyle of the Golden Gulf to the south of Wasat. She has a special tiny pot to her side which she uses to add more spice to the food she eat. When Syrio in playful cheek tries some.
22:26, Today: Story Weaver, on behalf of Syrio, rolled 9 using 2d6 ((6,3)).
It does quite a number on him, causing quite the hot sensation on his tongue and tingle in his throat. He had the strength to not let tears come through though, he was made of sterner stuff then that.
Abrisham has a look of concern and worry. "Oh no, I'm so sorry about that. I should have warned you I had Efreeti delight spice." She dabs his mouth corners and gets some water. After the moment passes, her concern melts into admiration and relief. "That's a relief, I'm surprised though, many would fall over imitating a dragon by now. You're no weakling to heat are you?"

"I suppose my main question at this time is: We've established that this bird-behavior is unnatural... can anyone give a useful suggestion about where I could go to take a step forward in investigating it, dealing with it, or otherwise putting a stop to it?"

"Sounds like you need to build up your reputation... perhaps you would be interested in helping me and my colleagues investigate and solve our current problems...? We could use another type of spellcaster..."



"I think it gives you a mysterious air... but this is terrible! We must find a way to break this curse! Do you know the name of the genie? What did he steal? Where is the jewel now? There must be something we can do! It is unjust for the children to be punished for the crime of a father!"




"I'm... I'm fine. I've crossed the desert with Nimol and his elephant more than once... But then, as now..." Syrio takes a drink of water. "...A supply of water is very useful to have."

The questioned employee has a look while he scrambles through his mind. He really didn't want to disappoint the first cleric he has seen in a long time. One who is actually quite patient for a conflict driven goddess. When he thought he had something, he felt safe enough to slowly let out his ideas.
"Um, investigating it. What about the house tops near the bazaar and rich parts near the palace? If they nest nearby where they "hunt" you could see what they want. Dealing with them? Uuuumm... Maybe you could get a really big ball, like really big, cover it with honey or just get a really big bounty and lure th-"

At that moment, the door that lead to the reception was swung open and several men swept in, about 8 men and one leader. They all wear armor that is more protective then basic leathers, as it has it included metal shin and forearm guards but doesn't completely compromise comfort in the exposed sun. Decorated with reed greens, grass yellows and touches of purple with ornate details, it isn't hard to realise that these people come from a high position of Wasat's standing military.
The leading soldier moves towards the center of the room and speaks out loud.
"All right everyone! We need to know that all communications are safe. That includes our own. Please direct my men to where the letters are and their organizing, this is officially Caliph business." He gestures for his men to start moving about, meeting the other workers to being being directed where they need to go.

The leading soldier looks to the party and especially sees Ravnar, as he was just talking to that particular bird tower employee. He brings a smile to his face, one that tries to hide his general serious manner as he greets.
"Oh hello Sai, long time no see. How is Vihaan doing these days? Is he treating you well?"
Sai rubs the back of his head, surely a little embarrassed "Um, he's doing well, yeah."
"These guys with you?"
"I'm with them, um helping them help someone else."
The soldier nods his head as he notes the change in circumstance of someone he knows. He realises he has ignored the others in the room and turns to them and offers his hand.
"Oh my apologies, I'm Abishe, Captain of the City Watch."
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"I forget the details, I was very young when it happened and my family won't dedicate the time to tell me. At least they gave me freedom, so there is that."



"I know, I guess I'll have to see if I can change things with action. I would love to be a help. You did give me today, but we can find the time to resume this date proper later." Abrisham finds her hand on Syrio's and recoils when it surprises herself. "I probably need to quickly get some things, I'm just a turn or two away from here so I can get those things." She takes a sip from the coffee that she had accidentally neglected so far.

On the other side, it seems like the game of cards is starting to cool down, one of the trio is looking directly into the Aoom, trying to not be seen looking into their corner.

This was interesting to Ravnar... they weren't eating ALL of what they stole... only the food. There must be quite a few nests with shiny objects in them... or one big nest, perhaps metaphorical, with a LOT of shiny objects...

But then--



Ravnar extends his hand. Nimol does the same.

"Ravnar, priest of Kali, Vanquisher of Demons."

"Nimol. Elephant trainer."
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"Eh? What kind of things? Magic things?" Syrio tries to speak quietly in such a way as to hint to Abrisham to start doing the same...

Abishe shakes Nimol's hand first. "So that is your mount outside? I must say it is well tamed indeed." He then moves on to shake Ravnar's hand.
"Ah, a man of worship. It honours me to meet your appointedness. I'm sure our city and those that lead it are glad that people like you come to it's aid."
His face is a little more sombre after that though.
"However, the Caliph wanted you to know your services are no longer required. He has appreciation for your efforts though."

"Just some component sorts. I didn't have space for my components pouch. Should I be worried?"
She seems to see the glance Syrio makes, looks herself and then turns back to him. Covering the side of her face toward the entrance, then lowers that hand with her other.
"Was that just me or...?"

"What exactly does the Caliph know of our services?" Ravnar asks. "What service does he think we have managed to do for him so far? Does he think we have been his employees until this moment? Who has told him of such things?"

"And what sort of appreciation does he have for our efforts?" asks Nimol.

"Worried? I'm not sure. You should be prepared, though. For anything."




"In my opinion... it was not just you..."

"Oh in trying to deal with these annoying covcay and the problem they made of course. Umm, you aren't employed by him as far as I know. But the important part is that you chose to help when you could have just done your own thing."
"On who, well someone of a magical disposition came in to help nudge us in the right direction when the court wizard wizard couldn't be found. Caster goes by Nifeema if I recall right."
He gets a coin purse and places it in the hand of Nimol "Yes of course the appreciation comes in the form of compensation for your efforts. Here, for your trio, no need to object or make a fuss now, right?" The wording seemed to suggest something more the surface level of the interchange.
Within the bag of goods, it can be seen that there is a few coins in the bag, along with several gems, the most notable one being a red-brown ruby which has the look of dry blood.

There is a slight shuffle as Abrisham tries to not have nervous energy in how she held herself. But if this was happening then she was out of her depth.
"So what do we do then Syrio? I'm not used to what I think this is turning out to be."

The other two were just done laughing and getting the cards away, within moments ready to be mobile and do what they set out to do. Right towards the entrance of Aoom and try to start something.

"Oh? How interesting. Tell me more about this... Nifeema," says Ravnar.

"Did they ever find the court wizard?" Nimol asks (loudly) when the man has answered Ravnar's question. "Or is the court wizard still missing?"



"Why would we make a fuss about being offered money and jewels to stop investigating what's wrong with the covcays?" Nimol says loudly.

"You'll have to excuse my friend. He's a little hard of hearing sometimes," Ravnar lies. "Occupational hazard when you've got an elephant trumpeting right next to your head half the day."






The look of that one ruby immediately bothers Ravnar. He tries to remember if he's ever heard anything useful about such a gem.

06:35, Today: Ravnar rolled 8 using 2d6 ((2,6)). +INT -1 = 7.

Ravnar's probably going to find an excuse to give the money and jewels back... but if only he could remember anything useful about a gem like that one first...!

"Is there a back way out of here?" Syrio asks her casually.

As the cleric looks at the blood gem, he contemplates his past and recognizes why he considers it odd. It is not just a blood colored gem (currently with a brown-red look as though it has congealed into a gem configuration) but a Blood Gem.  A gem that those who worshiped Kali relished to offer to the goddess, as it held symbolic power which could be utilised. Often unrecognized for this property, it is frequently traded like a normal gem. What were the chances huh?



There was a slight change on Abishe's face, like he is contemplating his answer for some reason.
"I haven't seen much of Nifeema, they are a newcomer to Wasat. Arrived about one week ago I think, saying she could help with the problem before it gets any worse.



"No response from him, no one can get a hand on him for his advice. Thus Nifeema's help is appreciated."



Sai had a look that was switching between two modes of thought, like someone turns the hourglass before it was done numerous times. Switching between Why are you rejecting good money? and What is trying to be covered by money?
The youth felt unsure on what was going on in terms of the subtle, but a part of him had his fist clenching at his robes.
One or two workers must have heard, but only had the time to glance at the turbulent situation, as they were looked on by the other soldiers.

"Nifeema said something about "adventurous types" not wanting to stop until an issue is resolved. But don't worry yourselves, we have it covered now. No need to be so loud" That last word was said more sternly, but at the same volume he had used so far.

The guard captain sees Ravnar being lost in though for a moment and questions "Is everything quite all right?"
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"There should be."

Abrisham whispered in Syrio's ear like she was being flirtatious, she settled back to her seat with a nervous jitter, old jitter from date, or new jitter from danger? Neither could tell which it was.

"It doesn't strike you as strange that this Nifeema, whom you know nothing about, seems to show up at roughly the same time as the covcay trouble, which she says she can help with, but it's just getting worse so far, at the same time the court wizard is missing and no one can find him?"
asks Nimol loudly.




"Yep, that sure describes us! But then again, why would anyone stop trying to solve a problem before it's solved?"




"You do?" asks Ravnar. "How so?"

"Yeah, everything seems worse than ever, based on the covcay's behavior about five minutes ago...!" Nimol comments loudly. "Sounds like what you folks are trying isn't actually working... What is it you're doing, exactly?"

 

"Yes, please!" says Nimol loudly. "That would help a lot! I can barely hear you! Sorry, it's just an occupational hazard of having an elephant trumpet right next to your head day in and day out!"




Ravnar gives the money and the jewels back to the guard captain. "The only thing wrong is that I can't accept this incredibly generous gift. Kali, Vanquisher of Demons, doesn't like it when I accept gold or jewels for abandoning a problem I'm supposed to solve. Last time I did something like that, it was when I accepted a reward for destroying a demon, but it turned out the demon wasn't actually destroyed yet at all-- its destruction was just a trick. The reward turned out to be ensorcelled, so that the demon could keep track of me and know where I was. It's best if I return this to you, friend. Give it back to Nifeema."
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Syrio smiles, and leans in, and speaks quietly. "Well, when you're ready, run for it. I'll be right behind you. Head out the back way, and back to the Bird Tower-- or your place, so you can get your magic gear-- whichever is closer."

That man wouldn't just shut up. He knew he was lying, darn it why did he let it get to him? He was letting it get out of hand. It was true that it was odd, but the court hesitated to act and he had to make do with the situation now, deal with the orders given to him like a proper soldier.

"We know who the culprit is and are working to detain them sometime now. On top of that, we are making sure to see if there are any other elements involved with these incidents from outside the city. Who knows, we may find what happened to Azuah al-Jawwaf."

He turns to the animal tamer and shouts "Why don't you go outside if you can't keep to a reasonable level." One of the so far unspoken employees interjects his way in with "As much as I am annoyed by these guys, you aren't helping the birds mate." Making a gesture with his hand that said "Go away".
"Accept or refuse, I don't care. I just need you to leave. On your own or with me for breaking the peace." As his hand found the handle to his blade.

"Mine is closer, if you can't find me or my place, just go to the bird tower."
While close to Syrio, Abrisham takes a moment, closes her eyes and breathes calmly. She utters something that is too quiet for even Syrio under her calm breathes. Something about a feather? She opens her eyes again and says "Good luck, and remind me to give you something after." With that slowly getting up and moving towards the back, before moving at a jogging pace to leave through the back, more afraid to stumble and fall.

As this happens, the 3 men from the other side have now come towards the entrance of their residing restaurant and are about to enter. There might be more, but the swashbuckler can't tell from this angle.

Will Syrio await these men or follow on with is - rather rudely interrupted - date?

"We will be leaving this tower now," said Ravnar. "I hope you catch whomever you think the culprit is."

Ravnar leads his party outside. "Well, that was interesting," he said to them quietly once they were outside. "Did you notice when I specifically said to give his little bribe back to Nifeema, he didn't correct me?"

"I noticed," said Nimol. "And the name of Azuah Al-Jawwaf..." He looked around at those assembled who weren't Ravnar (nor an elephant). "...but I suppose you folks knew the court wizard's name already."

"I wish I'd gotten him to mention who he thinks the culprit is... but I felt we'd worn out the tower's hospitality. Oh well, if Syrio were here, they would've tried to arrest us by now... Well, we'll see, I suppose. Anyone here know where Azuah Al-Jawwaf lives?"

"Wait, what about Syrio? How will he find us again?"

"I'm not standing outside this tower all day and all evening... he always seems to manage. If nothing else, if he can't find us, he'll go to the gate we came into the city by and wait for us there. And even then, Syrio is about as hard to find as Sannang. One is big and gray, and one causes trouble wherever he goes. When the time comes, either he'll find Sannang, or we'll find him-- in trouble. ...So, Azuah Al-Jawwaf. Let's speak up-- who knows where he lives-- or-- wait, does he live in the calif's palace or something?"
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(residing?

...Oh, I guess you mean "the restaurant Syrio and his date are in," huh)





Syrio would never leave a lady to fend for herself. He's right behind her, following as close and as fast as he can...
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On pondering the question, hand to his mouth, Sai speaks up. "Syrio was going out on a date with that reception woman right? Because if I had to guess, some of the first places I can think of generally are:"
As he goes over them, Sai raises a finger for each, counting them out.

"The Bazaar - Obvious reasons why they might go, it has a lot.
The main throughfare - busy, but not as busy as the Bazaar would be, so a good compromise.
The palace - what can I say? Lots of nice things to look at if you are of the sort to go in, but I suspect not as she is just a receptionist, right?
The pier - the breeze can be quite nice in the afternoon as it turns to evening."

He shrugs his shoulders with a sigh. "Sorry there aren't more places in the romantic, but Wasat here mostly exists because some traders want a pit stop on their day. I can't blame them, but the city is a bit more bare compared to other places."

"You make it sound like it's barren, but I see buildings everywhere Sai." Zand threw his arms everywhere, pointing at all the buildings around them. "It's still a city and still has a palace. What exactly do you mean?"

"Not barren Za, but..." Sai searches for the word he is looking for "Sleepy? Slow? You won't exactly find the rat race going on around here, start or finish line. People here generally go at a natural pace, not lazy, not exhausting, just natural."
"In fact, if I remember right, when Azuah Al-Jawwaf came here years ago, it was exactly to avoid that rat race in his later years. Has somewhere secluded to avoid everyone while he researched. I guess it's better then the Great Anvil."
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As Syrio quickly finds himself following through to the back, he hears them at the entrance, probably going for not being overtly detected.
But he was focused on Abrisham now, and being right behind her like he said he would. So when he went to the outside, he found her moving as best as her current dress would allow. She had looked back at her adventurous date, who seemed like he had a handle on himself, so much better then she did.

But just to that moment she looked forward, let out a yelp of surprise. She had slid onto her back, scrambling a little back in fear when she saw him.
His hand revealed itself first, gripping the corner with chipped nails and permanent stains. Then his face, ugly enough to look like he was the punching bag of the ugly treant, with teeth missing and a scar or two which ruined his attempt at full facial hair.
Then he was fully around the corner. He looked human, he certainly was the size of one, but a bit too wide, like someone partially squashed him down. His skin was coloured sickly gray/lavender, underneath the stains. He was wearing very cheap garb, well worn and only protecting so much of his body, his cylindrical bracelets on his forarms and shins stood out. They noted nothing of what he did for a living, other than being poor. The club, on the other hand, might denote what he intends on some level.

With a voice like someone kept rocks in his mouth, he rumbled out "Oh, you be Abs right? Wat you doin' wit' 'im den?"
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"I'm not worried about finding Syrio right now," said Ravnar. "If I needed to find him, I'd just listen for the sounds of people shouting. It'll just make things worse if we interrupt his date... Syrio can take care of himself when he has to. ...Right up until he can't, but from that point, it's usually best not to be with him, so Nimol and I are free to rescue him from someone's dungeon or whatever..."




"...Annnd, sooo... do you know where that secluded location is?" Nimol pressed...

"Hello," Syrio said brightly. "My name is Syrio. She and I were just having supper-- but we're in a terrible hurry, because there were some men behind us coming into the restaurant just as we were leaving... they seemed like they might be a bit dangerous."

From this and other words on their companion, an impression was being formed on Zand. Of people who went wherever they wanted and did right by those they came across. Causing mayhem, bringing glory and doing right in the world.
This was something to look up to. His eyes had a gleam in them and his chest was as manly as could be. He wanted this, he wanted to earn it. He wanted to be a hero.



Sai rubbed the back of his head for a moment with a why me look. "More like I know of the place. I know it's an abandoned building a ways from the city. Maybe an abandoned post or a monestary. I don't know, haven't been there yet myself. Never exactly had the money or need for magic. Not at the same time anyway."
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There is this smirk on the odd man's face. "You go' it wrong. You're the danger 'round here. I've been lookin for ya." As the large man shifts the grip of his weapon. Syrio's date looked scared of what was to be wrought.

Syrio could hear it, though he didn't look up. But he knew what the sound of those covcays where at this point. They must be sitting up on top of the buildings that made these alley walls.

The wide fellow laughs a chortle at himself and smiles a grin. "I think someun's ben tellin sneakies on Kilamu. My guy won't like it."
"Wait a minute." He scratched his head. "Wha' you doin'? Goin' about with Syrio?" It looked like the man might burst into an outrage.

They weren't there yet, not in the alley ways and not at the other end of Aoom, but those men were gaining on Syrio slowly. What would he do? Try getting past this wide thug and his dangerously long club? Run backwards past the exit, risking bumping into the typical thugs? Or something even more unexpected?

Feel free to roll what makes sense. The odd man had a reach, getting past that reach first is a need. While running past the back entrance to avoid the thugs means a Defy Danger to avoid them. (Unless you come up with a good idea first ofc)
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"Ugh. How far is 'a ways from the city?'" Ravnar asks. "What it sounds like is 'farther than I want to go without Syrio...' Hmph. All right... I still think we need more information... do you know anywhere else could we ask some questions about what's going on besides 1. this bird tower, 2. the most dangerous dives in town, nor 3. someplace a ways from the city?"

"Oh? Who gave you that impression?"





"Abrisham? I take it you know this gentleman...?" Then Syrio turns to the big fellow. "Honestly, sir, this is very important-- I think that the men following us, who are about to come through that door just like we did, mean to do us harm-- and I will not allow this woman to be harmed by them, do you hear me? Something's got to be done about them! Abrisham is under my protection, and I will not stand for her to be hurt!"






(OOC: What Syrio really wants to do is get the big guy on his side against the guys following, in the name of protecting Abrisham, or at the very least to get the big guy to let Abrisham go run for it. But I don't know if I should do a CHR check about that, because I/Syrio don't know enough to understand the relationship between the big guy and Abrisham to know if there's any chance of that working...)

"It can't be too far, otherwise he could never be summoned when urgently needed right? So what, maybe a half to an hour there? We have to be able to get there."
Zand looks to the lot of you being confused
"Wait, aren't you guys adventurers? Isn't this par for the course? Don't all the tales start when problems bumping into you? In a place of rest and relaxation? Like an inn or at a festival? Surely we can find some intel somewhere normal.

Sai wiped his face, exaggerating the point of Zand and his over-enthusiasm in talking tone.
"Hey man, no need for that spittle. I think I know the tales your father fed you, but things are a little more complicated and murkier then that, right guys?" He turns to the other more mature adults to back him up. He immediately goes back to the conversation point Zand brought up.
"If you wanted to think on this line of reasoning, you could always try to go about the places that can be found in the main through-fare, or the less shiftier taverns at the road entrances to Wasat. How about the Bazaar? It is getting into the evening but the Bazaar is always a social place, good to overhear something I would think."

"Why not just barge into that palace and get the Caliph to tell us what we need to end it?"
"Because that would be insane, precarious and dangerous? Who knows how the court currently is? Because I sure don't."
"Maybe we can find out by finding their places or relaxation somewhere here near the palace? Surely we can at least try?"

The wide man is scratching his head at the proposition, they say you could almost hear the rocks being smashed against each other in his head, to create the spark of intellect. While he was pondering, she had said under her breathe "He was hired by them maybe?"

He seemed to be speaking lower, but still at talking volume as he thought out loud.
"I dunno, she told you sneakies, but you are the annoying one." He scratches his chin a bit. "I need ta think if I can be allowed ta do tis."

Syrio can see that Abrisham was being intimidated by the presence of the odd small giant. She didn't have Syrio's experience in the very odd or out there, or just plain dangerous on a first hand basis, as opposed to a book.

22:43, Today: Story Weaver, on behalf of Syrio, rolled 8 using 2d6+2 ((2,4)).

Syrio had insight into the thoughts of his humanoid barrier as he also scratched his head which had a case of head hair, probably from a sun protective hat. Syrio had good words and strong presence to carry them, but he lacked a good understanding of the leverage required to move him. From his past ventures, Syrio could see the likely choice in front of him:

• Ensure Abrisham leaves on her own, leaving Syrio behind to solo the problems in front of him for her safety.
or
• Pay through the nose, hoping to hit at what this man wants enough to buy them some time.

Whatever he decided, Syrio would have to do so quickly.

"All right, that does it-- maybe it's time for me to approach information-seeking in a more organized way. Is there a temple of Kali in Wasat? If so, where is it?" Ravnar asks.

In keeping with his creed, Syrio chooses to try to make sure that Abrisham is able to flee freely.

"Listen, big fellow," he says, "how about you let the lady leave right now, and then I promise I'll stay here and deal further with both you and those following us... what do you say?"

Sai crossed his arms and has his head down as he rummages his memories.
"I don't think there is a full temple, but there was this one guy who is dedicated to Kali. He tries his best to appease people going to their temples, it isn't far from the palace area here. Shall I direct us?"
Zand tries not to look dejected, but his annoyance at no progress shows.

He scratched his chin for just a moment and is compelled by Syrio's honesty.
"You know? My issues wit you, so I'll let 'er go. Go on then, GO!"

"Thank you" she gives a quick peck on the cheek to Syrio and starts running off before the big man changes his mind.

At that moment, the men come barging through the door completely and see the swordsman. As they approach, Syrio can see that they had their weapons hidden, but are quick to draw now. All with a dagger, one with a long blade, one with a chain and the last with a crude staff.

One of them speaks up "Overconfidence, cheeky smile, cocky attitude. You must be Syrio the Swashbuckler. Where is the rest of your lot? What do you know?"
He chckucles to himself "Who am I kidding, we can take you to our boss no problems."

"Yeah! Let's beat 'im up!"

"Bah. I was hoping for a full temple with at least a dozen priests. But yes, fine, let's get moving-- please show us to this fellow follower of Kali. I want to hear his take on things," says Ravnar.

"Oh, please," Syrio says to the new arrivals. "You couldn't pick a fight if it was served to you by itself on a golden platter."

Scathing Words (+Cha)  When you call out an NPC with a witty remark or sharp criticism, roll +Cha. On a 10+ pick 1 and you gain 1 bravado. On a 7-9 the GM picks 1.
--They make a fool of themselves.
--They attack you.
--You gain the support of onlookers.
On a miss, take -1 forward against them in addition to whatever the GM says.


12:31, Today: Syrio rolled 3 using 2d6 ((1,2)) plus CHR bonus = 5.


(Wow, that is a dismal failure. Now Syrio gets -1 forward. XP is great, but Syrio is in huge trouble here. Question: If Syrio tries using Flip Tables, Swing on Chandeliers (+Dex) to try to get past the big guy, or to a nearby rooftop, is the -1 going to apply? Or would that be not "against them"?)
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With that, Sai led the group to the temples. On the way there, they saw some of the covcay in the air, flying to a destination undetermined. The temples had the most decorated tops, so it wasn't too hard to find the street. With some people going about their worship, leaving tithing, making prayers and talking to the cleric of their worship.
There in the street there is one man, he was equipped from head to toe with weapons a wide assortment, giving him the impression of a walking arsenal. His hair is tied back and his skin is adorned with scars both from combat and ritual. His is making proclamations to the public as he goes, of the work of demons and their ever elusive presence. The price of safety was the constant vigil and preparedness of the people. This tune changes when he sees Ravnar, an in particular the symbol of his that poked slightly from his robes around the neck.
"Bless my Blood! Hello there! It is so good to be seen by an appointed one!" He says with a vigorous shaking of his hand with Ravnars. Way too much enthusiasm, but before protest can be made it's over. "I'm Jagga, by what whim of fate do I have this honor?

The attempt at insulting was a smooth one, but the mindset of the thug was that instead of getting angry, he got focused. "I'm gonna love wiping that stupid smirk off your face!" But instead of attacking, he bobbed to the side and his ally - the one with the staff - threw his dagger to meet out some damage using the element of surprise.

20:50, Today: Story Weaver, for the NPC Thug (Staff), rolled 4 using 1d4 ((4)).
4 Damage (excluded by armor value ofc)

The thrown weapon caused a small cut in Syrio's left side, leaving behind a mark of pain in his pride.

It occurs to Ravnar, a little late, to follow the covcays, but he decides to finish what he's started first... "I am looking into... well, it started with the covcays behaving strangely, which caused someone to mention a couple of people named Uyame and Kilamu, and then I turned up a woman named Nifeema, and now it's led to the disappearance of Azuah al-Jawwaf, the court wizard... Something's going on around here, and I think it's all connected, and this Nifeema is trying to get the court to shut down our looking into it. There's even a little more to it, but I have another colleague working on that part... I hope. Do you have any insight into anything I've mentioned...?"

(Flip Tables, Swing on Chandeliers (+Dex)
When you use a conveniently located rope, chair, table, or other furnishing (of which there always seems to be) to your advantage, roll +Dex. On a 10+ pick 2, on a 7-9 pick 1, but you’ve put yourself into a tight spot.
--You show off and gain 1 bravado.
--You arrive anywhere nearby unscathed.
--You deal damage to a nearby opponent equal to your level.
--You put a nearby opponent in a disadvantage, +1 forward to you or an ally acting upon it.)


17:05, Today: Syrio rolled 8 using 2d6 ((5,3)) + dex = 9.

Choice:
--You arrive anywhere nearby unscathed.



Syrio has had enough of this-- he grabs a nearby rope that was doubtless left from someone hauling something up to the nearest roof recently. He uses it to run along and up the side of the wall... and over the head of the big fellow, and around the corner, onto the main street. There. No longer boxed in.

...But it's nonetheless put him into a bit of a tight spot...

Jagga points to the sky as some birds go by.
"I have seen them birds, and they have been brazen as a whole bunch. It has the feeling of evil work. Something unnatural to this world and it needs snuffing it out, evil stuff I tell you. But there's no need for a tree to tell water that it's wet, am I right?"
He makes a notable sigh sound at hearing of the court wizard. "It's sad that Azuah isn't here, he was one of the sympathetic ones in the court when I was hoping to establish a place of Kali. It wasn't like I was demanding the biggest building of the street around, just big enough for our travelling pilgrims and maybe a place to consult and provide aid to the people. Just the basic stuff, to ward off the small nasties and make the public alert to the vicious sort that hide in plain sight."

The preacher gets a bit more flustered with passion as he carries on.
"But the big Caliph man himself acts all above it all, always saying "This is Wasat, man. We are too small to be tantalizing or worthwhile to the demonic and nefarious. Those who hunt for Kali waste their energy here." To which I always say "But that is exactly what the subversive ones want you to think, so you lower your guard to their poisoned fangs and words and succumb." By which point they move on to ignore me again."

In remembrance of that nasty occasion, Jagga had actually spat to the side to remove the feeling of bile in his mouth at the thought of this Nifeema.
"Nifeema has only been around for a while, but while I was petitioning again, the current Caliph seems to really get along with her during that meeting. More so then he ever did with Azuah. She had a look of disgust on me, she thought she hid it, but I saw it. If she really has stopped you looking into things, it's because she don't want something to be uncovered, or needs time to prepare a false narrative she can control. For the Caliph or herself, I can barely tell."

And in a tight spot it indeed put him in. You see, while he had evaded the men, Syrio realised that there were another group of 3 men that were moving in his direction saying "Look, there he is, get him!" from one direction of the road, and the other, was a caged beast that might just claw at him through the bars if he got too close.

With problems in 3 directions, Syrio was feeling the pressure to perform more then usual.

"Perhaps Nifeema has enchanted the Caliph? Or perhaps he's just taken in by her good looks-- I wouldn't know, I have no idea what any of these people look like. If you don't have any suggestions about where the court wizard might be... Or what this Kilamu might be up to (do you know the name? Is she a sorceress too? Could Nifeema be Kilamu in disguise?)... then I think our next move is going to be to follow those covcays and see where they're headed. Might I interest you in joining us? Perhaps a successful mission against the evils bedeviling Wasat is just what you'd need to prove your point about the city needing a real temple to Kali...? Helping to rid the city of such a foe or foes might prove very persuasive..."

(Flip Tables, Swing on Chandeliers (+Dex)
When you use a conveniently located rope, chair, table, or other furnishing (of which there always seems to be) to your advantage, roll +Dex. On a 10+ pick 2, on a 7-9 pick 1, but you’ve put yourself into a tight spot.
--You show off and gain 1 bravado.
--You arrive anywhere nearby unscathed.
--You deal damage to a nearby opponent equal to your level.
--You put a nearby opponent in a disadvantage, +1 forward to you or an ally acting upon it.)


Grrr... Syrio's dashing athletics hadn't really helped that much... he seemed about as badly off as before. Time to head for higher ground.

12:51, Today: Syrio rolled 11 using 2d6 ((6,5)). + dex bonus = 12!

--You show off and gain 1 bravado.
--You arrive anywhere nearby unscathed.

Syrio climbs nimbly up the rope to the roof of the restaurant, just in time, badly frustrating the miscreants who were coming for him. His quick escape to a new altitude caught the attention of the people in the street, who laughed and lightly applauded the handsome daredevil who appeared to be easily escaping some sort of trouble from the ruffians who were out to get him. Syrio smiled and blew the crowd a kiss, and then he glanced around to see what his new situation was.

(Syrio holds 1 bravado, and is now on the roof of Aoom.

--I presume there's not anyone else out to get him up there [I'm kind of basing that on him making the roll so he's not in a new Tight Spot], right? But is there anyone else up there NOT out to get him...?
--Are the bad guys going to want to climb the rope after him? If so, he can just cut it, can't he?
--In a crowded city like Wasat, there's going to be other rooftops he can easily traverse for a while, at least, right?
--Can he see the Bird Tower from here [probably?])

"While I was there, this Nifeema was somewhat beautiful, not my type, but I can see the appeal. If it was looks, this will be the first time he has been captivated by them in his life. He likes people who agree with him."
"On that court wizard, if an old antagonist of his is behind it, I would only take a guess on where they take him based on who did it. But he was one to try all sorts of disciplines for his research. His own magic could have inconvenienced him, or some deep crevice of that monastery has taken his attention away. If we go there, I can show you what I know of the layout."



Jaaga laughs a little and has his arm wrapped around the shoulder of Ravnar "I love it! A demonstration that speaks more truth then a thousand words. It sounds so alike to Kali and her works. You really are a man of her way aren't you. I would gladly agree to come along with you if you would have me."

He strokes at his thin beard for a moment though, as though he might find a crumb of memory to help the first cleric of his goddess to this city in ages.
"But that name, Kilamu, why does it sounds familiar..." With a snap of his fingers he has an "Ah ha" moment. "Oh I remember now, Kilamu, that power hungry individual, last I saw her, she was plotting away, trying to bargain at someone with a lead to Lanka." Lanka - the fabled City of Gold. "It wouldn't surprise me if she was still working away at that goal to this day."

With his new perspective and only a glance, Syrio knew this of his surroundings.
The building surrounding him were in close proximity together, one as fit as he could easily traverse over them, though the gap between Aoom and the other side of the main throughfare road was long enough that no leap alone could traverse. The bird tower was easy enough to see, sticking out just to the side of the palace buildings, standing out by its uncomfortable distance from the palace buildings, like a child trying to avoid a family painting.
Besides himself, Syrio had the company of a few birds nests, one which was being poked by a stranger trying not to be noticed. Above, the occasional covcay flew above him, some holding goods in their claws or beaks.

All this he had gathered in a moment, without focus as there could be other things to see.
More details (Such as the bird direction, what that man on another roof is doing etc) seems like it would trigger a Discern Realities roll

The large oaf who had now been mocked by the several cheers from people walking about their day. Before they were sleepily going by, and now they were awakened by this new stranger. How dare he embarrass him like that and make him seem stupid!
"You ain't getting away Syrio! You get back down 'ere!" He shouted to the top of his lungs.
The new trio were moving towards the rope to try getting up to him, while the first trio were looking for other options. The wide man picked up a keg large enough outweigh Syrio himself, he had a smile that was as wide as his girth at the grand plan that bubbled away in his mind, this would show that pompous charmer wannabe.

"I have another colleague-- currently in another part of Wasat-- whom I would want to rejoin our group before we leave the city, but I might well be interested in that offer a little later..."




"Yes, I would. So, for now... unless you have a better idea for action that would not involve us leaving the city just yet... I would like for us to follow those covcays and see where they go...?"

Good, Syrio thought...



Not surprising, thought Syrio...







One question: the man poking the birds' nests... he's on another roof? Is he on the roof of the building where Syrio would have to jump over the alley he just left to get to the man?


In answer
He is on another roof, across the narrow alleyway at the back of Aoom, but not across from Syrio by the Main Road.
Hope that clarifies for your next action.
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I would gladly follow suit with you right now, umm... Jagga realised he hadn't gotten the cleric's name, or the rest of them for the matter.

"I am Ravnar. This is Nimol, the trainer of Sannang, here. Before we met, Sai, here, was our guide to Wasat, and this is Zand, a young man we're attempting to help out... someone whom I think was involved with the covcays stole something, and if it could be returned, it would help Zand out... shall we go?"

"Sure, nothing is holding me back." As he adjusts his belts so his weapons can be at the ready.

<If you are trying to follow the covcays with skill, you will likely be using Hunt and Track of Nimol's I presume?

Um, I'm not so sure.

Hunt and Track: When you follow a trail of clues left behind by passing creatures...


It doesn't sound like Hunt and Track was meant to be used to follow flying creatures...

...It just sounded like the covcays they were seeing the last few minutes seemed to be generally heading in the same direction... is this not so...?

Um, I didn't think that Syrio's last post represented a longer period of time-- not even seconds-- from your post right before it. I thought I was just narrating what you said Syrio already saw.

If I had understood that Syrio's last post would be using up actual seconds of time, he would have cut the rope, before anything... but

--I was hoping you'd get around to telling me whether or not I needed to roll to cut the rope quickly
--I was hoping you'd answer my question about what roof the nest guy was on

With Syrio looking from the top of Aoom, on one corner of the building. Here are what surrounds him:

[*]To his left is the palace, bird tower
[*]To his right and below is the part of the alleyway that Abrisham left through back into the main road.
[*]In front of him, is the main road where the lion cage is, the troublesome thugs and the large man.
[*]Behind him, is the  back end of Aoom, followed by the part of the alleyway where the two daters left Aoom, and across the building gap of that alleyway is the roof with the odd man and a nest.

I hope that clarifies the basics of the environment.




Oh I am being forgetful, the short giant wasn't throwing the barrel just yet.



In fact, at this moment, there were 3 thugs who were quickly deciding between them which would go up first. The original 3 had the musings of another approach by looks of how they were talking to each other. The wide man looked like he was trying to judge the weight of his improvised throwing implement before he got to work.

Syrio still had time, as his acrobatic moves had earned himself some breathing room to change things around or determine his approach.

For a while from then, the group is travelling to be along the main road, where they can easily know the direction of their avian prey. With some time spent looking to the occasional covcay in flight, there seemed to be 2 directions that were consistently going with their loot in claw and mouth.
"That way is towards the palace, and that way goes along the main road towards the town square. That's fortunate as I could really do with some - wait what's that?" He stops for a moment as he hears something.

In the distance and on the wind, one or two of the group can hear odd sounds at the same time as Sai is.
Nimol and Ravnar can recognize the distant rumble of a tiger of the northern jungle variety, and what must be signs of applause. Maybe there is an animal show being performed? They would have to be closer to know.
"What is going on now?" Zand ponders out, hoping the experienced would share.

Ravnar is uncomfortable with the possibility of running into any sort of tiger. "I'm not interested in that..." he says. "But the covcays mostly seem to be going to and from the palace and... the town square? Is Nifeema staying in the palace, Jagga, do you know?"

"Good question," says Nimol, "but since we'd only stir up trouble at the palace, we should probably take the main road to see what the covcays' other destination is... Let's go..."
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Syrio could try to jump that gap, and get over there to where the man was poking the bird's nest. But 6 men and a giant (and the threat of a lion)? No, he'd pushed things far enough for now... better to get out of here...





There were two large poles stuck into the roof, for the purpose of hanging a clothesline for the drying of wet tablecloths and dishtowels. The rope by which Syrio had climbed up was tied to one of these poles.

Syrio ducked his head down low so no one (especially the giant) could see him anymore from the street, and then, crouching, he drew one of his throwing knives, and cut the rope, so no one could follow him up...

He planned to go to the easiest side of the block where no one was trying to get him, and then get down to the street level again, and then try to make his way back to the Bird Tower... hopefully to meet Abrisham again...
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The group had traveled for a bit along the main road. They had not gotten as close as to be in eye sight of the tiger just yet, when they found that the birds were flying a little aways from the direction of the City Square.

In his impatience, Zand found a chance in a pile of boxes and other randomized assortment of objects, to try his hand at building scaling. It was, honestly somewhat embarrassing, but eventually he got on top. He was in somewhat not that great a position, with only his head and his arms over the ledge, hanging by about 2 foot from the highest object and the whole pile being about 15 or so feet off the ground.
"OK, so it looks like they are flying around, trying to get into a building, I think. Nothing special about it - oof - except the birds themselves." Zand was having a moment where he was unsure of getting down safely.

Sannang raised his trunk up to steady Zand. "I think he's offering to help you down, if you want the help," said Nimol. "Maybe you remind him of when he got the bottle of healing potion down for us earlier today. An elephant never forgets, you know."

"Mm, yes," said Ravnar, thinking. "Whether Zand wants help or not, when he gets down, we should definitely head for that building..."

After his simple action, Syrio heard the sound of one man landing into two unexpected allies with a crumpling thump and "OOF!" from the ground below as the rope fell to meet them.

"Where'd 'e go? Go find 'im in de city bef-ore he gets away. I'm stayin' put."
After that, over the lip of the building, Syrio heard their footsteps as they spread out. He tried pondering where to go.

The right hand side of the building had another rope connecting to the next building or two, with clothing and bedding hanging in the breeze. Syrio thought he saw the horses come from around the corner in that direction. Another major road he could take to be away from the Aoom neighborhood.
The left hand side of the building (towards the Bird Tower) looked like it had a large number of planks, enough for him to be unseen if looked from down below.
Behind, the man was still calmly poking at the nest, looking for coins thanks to covcay activies.

If Syrio stayed here for a moment, maybe in time they would leave the scene? Suspecting he had already gone the distance?

Zand didn't want help, he really wanted to do it himself. But that matter was decided for him when he almost fell, but Sannang caught him anyway. An elephant had enough for sightseeing to match it's memory to see how that might go.
Zand just had his arms crossed in embarrassment. "Let's get going before something happens." He tells Sai whereabouts he saw the building and it takes no effort to get to their destination.

***

It wasn't a bad building, it just wasn't exceptional. A typical city home building. If the families were large enough, each floor would be about one families worth of people, so all home necessities were emulated.
The most atypical detail was the fact that there were indeed covcays trying to get into the building, causing lots of noise from their wingflaps, to their own bird noises and the clinking and clanging of their precious trinkets bashing into each other in mid flight.
But their own infighting meant there wasn't much success. Just another case of "No honor among thieves", that isn't just true for humanoids, Jin or Gods.

"That is almost horrifying, think of all the stuff they must have taken by now." Sai muttered, or sounded like from all the noises of the bird infighting. "Do animals fight this badly for anything, Nimol?"

"This is patently unnatural, we have to kill whatever, or whoever is doing this. Before they have humans doing the same... or worse." The Kali preacher proclaimed.

"Let's not be too hasty. I think the problematic end of this matter is the one at the palace. Remember, for all we know, the birds could be attracted by some powerful magic... perhaps the court wizard is in here somewhere, bound by dark magic... or there may be some other victim who needs our help... The important thing, it seems to me, is to get into the building without letting any of the birds in... I hesitate to just open a door and walk in for fear that the birds will swarm in, too... Anyone have any ideas...?"



(Ravnar tries to Discern Realities, studying the situation for something that would help...)

10:04, Today: Ravnar rolled 9 using 2d6 ((3,6)). +2 wis bonus: 11

Time out-- what horses?







I think I know what Syrio's next decision will be, but I want to hear about the horses first

Answering the question
[*] What is useful or valuable to me?

As Ravnar looks around him, seeing if there is something that can answer his problem, he finds that there is something. A cart that is currently unoccupied and unmarked. It is a near complete box on wheels with a door on one end, capped with a pretend ceiling like it was a mini building.
With the keen eye - caused either by practice from being on the lookout of demonic activity, or by his birthright of being a weretiger, the cleric made a quick judgement that the door on the cart makes for a perfect seal of the door to the building.

There is also a long tapestry on the wall which can be used to climb up to the 3rd story, where some of the birds try to get in through the balcony.

2 Questions remaining

When Syrio was being tormented by thugs one way and a tiger another, Syrio thought he heard the sound of hooves, but he couldn't stay around to see who the riders were. But he now got a clear listen in now.
"What's going on here? Where is that woman? We were told she would be here." One man said with a whining tone, like he used his nose to speak and not his mouth.
"Hey big guy. You see where some woman by the name Abrisham went? About yay tall with gray hair but a young face?" Questioned another man who had a voice like a bay wave flowing onto the shore.
"Ugh. Nope sirs, I ain't seen nuffin at all."
With a moment of silence the first man whined "So what are you doing with that barrel?"
"Ugh, nothing!" Then Syrio heard the sound of a barrel smash against a wall, while also feeling a shudder from the area under the impact. The barrel contents spilling onto the wall and ground where it impacted.
"What the hell man? Why did you do that for? I'm going kick th-"
"Hey man, no worries, her place ain't far from here, right? We just wait there and detain her. Then we get off work. Lets get going." The second man reassured. Syrio can hear the beginnings of the sound of horse hooves.

• What happened here recently?
• Who’s really in control here?

Blast! Abrisham was in trouble for talking about Kilamu... maybe Kilamu was really Nifeema... in any event, Syrio didn't know where she lived... he could only hope that she'd leave before the men looking for her found her. So he had to get to the Bird Tower...


Syrio decided that the best way to go was probably to head for the planks, that would lead in the direction of the Bird Tower... but as quietly as possible, at least for now... give anyone still down below extra time to get bored, and off their guard...

(Syrio attempts to leave the area, starting with the aforementioned planks.)

• What happened here recently?

Seeing the footprints and scuffles in the sand, Ravnar is able to grab an approximation of what happened.

The people were here in the late afternoon as usual, when the birds had arrived and were grabbing or already holding the stuff they stole. In either case, the people went inside into their homes and seem to be remaining if they are around as these covcay are just too much for the average person to handle. The doors are closed and as many windows covered as possible, but it seems like the birds only had eyes for this building that Zand pointed out to.

The cart must be a merchant cart with the wallpaper torn off, so the birds must have been trying to steal from it, seeing the markings and some pieces of metal and glass and feathers around the place. Except there is a clean, even circle with no debris inside, near the door and little piles of sand on the floor, like something pushed everything loose evenly.
When he closes his eyes in the direction of the sphere, the coloured afterimage - like one gets from looking too intensely at a bright point - is in the same location.
Someone's tried defending themselves with magic and it went off badly, they must of rushed.

• Who’s really in control here?

It was Ravnar's nose which helped him come to some conclusion with this matter. What he thought was just the smell of bird dung turned out to be something else entirely. It was a subtle sensation for others, but to Ravnar, it was over-empowering, so maybe a pheromone of some kind?. The joys of which eluded Ravnar, but it made sense that it meant something to these birds up above.
It was his experience that told Ravnar the next detail, it wasn't natural scent, but one artificially elevated by magic. He could feel the magical magnification. When trying to pin point the magic, Ravnar thought it might come from the apartment above - but no. He felt his skin tingle just a little, just under his holy symbol when looking in the direction of the palace.

Remember the +1 examples for this answer in my mind, it applies in the search for the source or in affecting it.
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So Syrio approached the planks, moving with his vision of the road blocked, he looked to the planks in question, they seemed sturdy enough, though just enough on both sides that it isn't actually dangerous. Taking one foot onto the end of the planks, there isn't a large sound made, especially from the street or a falling away of planks. Seems safe enough.
Short of the bird tower, Syrio sees that there is a flock of birds, a dense lot that seem to be internally fighting over something. Their noise had picked up enough to be heard over here.

The hooves have stopped and a saddle adjusted under the weight shifting before something carries on. A whining tone starts in the form of a man talking.
"Wait, what about the swashbuckler? Have you seen them running about?"

"Ugh... I dunno. I've seen lots of guys drinking and wearing belts. Do you mean a Wavey belt?"

The shuddering sigh can be felt up over here.

Ravnar decides that climbing up to the roof-- tempting as that would be-- is too dangerous with all these covcays going crazy all over the place. Instead he says: "Look, that merchant-stall-box-thing over there could be placed up against the door so that we could enter the building-- one or maybe two at a time-- without letting the covcays in. We can put it up in front of the door... Nimol and I could go in first, then, say, Jagga and one of you fellows, and so on... Shall we...?"

"Sounds good to me... I want to find out what's in there..." says Nimol...

Syrio attempts to cross the planks-- ready to jump and/or run to the other side if the planks turn out to be not as safe as they seem... but he'd much prefer to move silently and be undetected. He must go find out what's going on with those birds over there near the Bird Tower! Maybe they're bothering Abrisham...?!

Syrio takes one stride and then another, nothing yet. He slowly inches across the plank, which seems to have ensured his safety, as with some time, he is across the planks without incident. No noise and no nonsense. He didn't hear the conversation but it is still ongoing just a little bit.
Syrio can move on without anyone intruding on him as he goes towards the cloud of birds, to see the cause of this odd event. It might take him sometime, but at least he has the rooftops to smoothly get there.

"If you're sure your elephant can do that. But I dunno, those birds look" kinda crazy scary." Sai says while looking at the deranged birds.
Zand has a look to chastise Sai and a beaming look to face danger that only a youth untouched can have.
"I say lets go for it. I'll volunteer first, Nimol sir, if that will help at all. I won't cower."
"I'm sure that Kali will grace your elephant with the combat calm to face this storm of feathers. Jagga reassures, though he looks back to this surely demonic magic on these troubles.

However way the group organised their order of entry, Nimol will have to be effective in directing Sannang to make this plan smoothly work and get them inside.

Roll +Wis for directing the cunning elephant to task for the whole job.

Syrio makes his way to the bird-related disturbance, keeping to the rooftops for as long as he can, since they seem to be not-crawling-with-enemies, as opposed to the streets...

11:13, Today: Nimol rolled 7 using 2d6 ((6,1)).

Plus 2 for Sannang's cunning = 9...

9 From the roll +1 for using observations made from the Discern Realities Roll. So it's now 10. Because otherwise I would never remember to

With some trained instructing, careful movements, and a bit of rope Nimol's elephant Sannang transported the cart containing the group right up to the door. It ends up being a simple matter of getting Sannang to move the box-cart both directions so that more people could be picked up after some are deposited within the building. As Sannang is intimidating to the birds, they can't bring themselves to bother the elephant or the party as a whole.

Meanwhile, from the rooftops above.
It had taken some time on Syrio's end, but he is almost there on the scene too. As he is approaching from the rooftops, he found himself closer to the covcay skulk than if he was on the street level. He was suspecting something odd when he thought he heard Sannang at work, but he confirms that it wasn't just him as he sees the street level below. Curiously, Sannang seems to be connected to an enclosed merchant caravan of sorts that was pushed against the apartment building the birds seem to be trying to enter, the rest of the group was no where to be seen.
What a curious scene this was in front of Syrio.

Syrio looks and tries to decide for just a moment if he should go down and rejoin his comrades or make his way to the Bird Tower where--

Oh. Oh no. This building must be where Abrisham lives... she must be in there! The birds must have been sent to attack her and trapped her inside!

Syrio will attempt to rejoin his companions before it's too late for him to join them in entering the building... is that possible...?

Ruling in favour of both "Fan of the PCs" and the fact a complete success was rolled. I'll say yes.

As though Fate answered his question in a prompt fashion, he sees over the lip of his current building to see Sai and a curious man, whom had aplenty of weapons strapped on his body. Both standing there waiting for the elephant to reverse back to where they are.
And in that same moment as Syrio did, Sai happened to look up in boredom and see Syrio, gesturing him to come down before he looks back to the manic looking birds.

"We're about to go in via the caravan if you want to join us? Time with that receptionist not go well?"

The many weaponed man first made a "hum" sound, not really caring for whatever relations others had and then seemingly asked Sai about who the swordsman was.
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Syrio should rejoin the team, and let's just montage (as it were) over each side (Syrio, everyone else) filling the other in on what they missed//learned while the other/s were gone...

The others will catch Syrio's urgency regarding checking on//finding Abrisham...

With everyone inside and caught up with each other, they decide to go along with this added objective and go for the upper levels of the apartment, where the likely target seems to occupy. Inside the building there is mainly a stair well connecting to the entrances of all the homes.  The noise from the outside is muffled and the apartments seem quiet, and the only odd sign being the occasional gray, undefined feather of a covcay being found as they rise up the levels.

As the group gets up there, Zand looks to the trio who initially started helping that long ago from this morning, especially Syrio. Looking to them for direction in the manner of adventurism and asks "So how are we doing this? Actually dealing with those birds I mean? I want to, I just don't know how."
Jagga takes the time to give his opinion to the youth and the rest from his own combat experience.
"Surely we will position ourselves to save people first, including this Abrisham that Syrio came across. Assuming we come across her at all, then we do what we can against that horde. Try to avoid swinging towards allies as birds can dodge attacks easily. Ranged weapons will help us easier I imagine and spells will have an easier time."
For all his chatter, Sai seems to have no real means of contribution to this predicament as all his background couldn't amount to much in heroism or resolving the intricacies of magic.

As they were going up the stairs, the noise of the birds is slightly more audible through the walls along with sounds of things been shifted continuously in an effort to search. Those who are perceptive will just slightly hear a reassurance being uttered over and over again. "Be calm and there'll be no harm. Think of a way out, it's not that hard." This likely improv mantra is broken by a shocked yelp in response to one of the birds seemingly hitting a window nearby.

The group, especially Syrio, hurries toward that voice. "That's Abrisham...!" Syrio whispers loudly.

As they hurried to the voice, it was a bit of a shuffle, as there were plenty of men and not much space to work with, especially single person doorways which had a funneling effect.
The door to enter the place wasn't difficult to open as there wasn't much of a lock. The front part was fairly tidy if a little quaint. The fabrics of the sitting area carpet and cushions were old fashioned and were shown a lot of love.

When they get to the other side of the apartment, they see a much messier affair, while windows were boarded up everywhere, these were more manically done here and had entire cupboards to hold back the windows. It was also sent into chaos from what must be the search for her components pouches. Which can be confirmed when they see her.

Abrisham has on clothes similar to her simple clothes for work on, a simple dress with ease of movement in mind and numerous sash/belt like pieces of clothing that are covered in pockets with smells both sweet and sour coming from it. That's what she has for components pouches? Looks disorganized.

She looks to see Syrio there and "Oh Syrio! They have been getting worse since I got here. So manic. I thought it would get better but no. Nothing I do seems to change them. The poor things."

Ravnar sniffs the air. Is one of Abrisham's spell components possibly the same as the smell that's driving the covcays crazy...?


(Do you need me to roll for it...? If so, please roll for me, plus any bonuses that apply...)

As Ravnar contemplates this question, he tries to find the previous smell he felt from on the street level.

18:47, Today: Story Weaver, on behalf of Ravnar, rolled 6 using 2d6+2 ((3,1)).

But try as he might, he just can't pick it up at all in the cacophony of covcay noise and the intermingling madness of her room. Picking out anything was basically impossible and in fact, filled the head of the cleric with a mental fog that wouldn't lift.

Ravnar has -1 Ongoing while the magic component aroma mingles unpleasantly with his divine power

This isn't lost on Abrisham as she closes a door or two on a cupboard and moves up to Ravnar spouting incoherent apologies and looking more frazzled then before.

Ravnar catches Abrisham up on everything the party has learned so far, and then explains about the smell that seems to be driving the covcays crazy. "I think it might be one of your spell ingredients, but I can't tell for sure in this confined space with all those birds flapping around out there. But we could use some more magical might to deal with what's going on in Wasat, so I hate to have you just leave your ingredients behind... can anyone think of a way to get Abrisham out of here without losing her spellcasting stuff?"

"Where are we even going from here?" Nimol asked.

"...To the palace, I think," said Ravnar. "I'm hoping we can explain that those same magical ingredients are driving the birds to steal things from all over the city... this can't go on... I'm hoping it's time to confront whatever mage is there..."

"I don't know... shouldn't we find the missing court wizard first?" said Syrio. "Abrisham, what do you think?"

While Ravnar is explaining the smell bringing the covcay to her, Abrisham has a look of recognition on her face. It also holds a fear, a consequential fear rather than the grips of avoiding pain or death. "I think, you could really benefit from Azuah if we have the time to find him. I'm sure the smell will be from my attempt to get the birds to leave me be. All it did was cause a big stink." She stifled a chuckle at the joke, she wasn't at the date anymore, she had no right to enjoy herself. "I don't know what anyone at the palace has to do with these birds, but I know why they are involved with me. I have to be honest with you, it's my fault."

With that, she moves towards one of those cupboards she closed before, some occasional feathers are moved aside as she walks. When she opens it, the group can see it. Though some would know it by name, it's Ravnar who recognizes it by appearance. There it hung, green winding branches of an vine with flowers of silvery petals patterned in spirals. It was a silvine, a plant found in some of the jungle regions of Zakhara which shared some properties with silver.
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"Hold it! Stop right there!" said Ravnar. "I-- I have taken a religious vow to avoid certain medicinal plants and herbs..." he said, thinking fast... "Please don't bring that any closer to me...! Just... please... tell me... what does that... that you're holding... have to do with the problem at hand...?"

She shifts several ingredients she thinks might be the religiously offensive, before removing one flower from the cupboard bound vine and closing the cupboard doors again.
"The reason this is relevant is because lycanthropes, are considered prime examples of the animal species they are cursed to become. Another layer to the curse for some. It's not the common animal's fault, those birds have no idea how to handle what they feel. It's so exaggerated and all encompassing.
I thought I might have it under my control and contained, something that was mine and not merely afflicted onto me. At least before, well, before all this." She gestures around the barricades and to the insane gathering of thieving birds. She looks in particular to Syrio with self directed disappointment. "But that's not how I was fated to be I guess... So I'm ending the problem." She silently added the word permanently onto the end of the sentence, as she readies herself to consume the plant despite the dire consequences.
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Syrio quickly steps forward and stops her. "I don't care what you are, I'm not going to allow you to deal with this problem that way," he says. He takes what she's holding from her, and goes and puts it back in the cabinet.

"Well, anyone else got any ideas...?" Nimol says. He looks at Abrisham. "Miss, those birds want to please you. They're just too enthusiastic about it. Can't we turn that to our advantage somehow...? Maybe some magic you could do...?"

"I agree," says Ravnar. "What's more, I think there's someone like you at the palace... probably this sorceress Nifeema... Surely there's no need to let her out-magic you, not with us to help you..."

Abrisham is hesitant to just let it get taken off of her, nothing else seems to work. There was a bit of resistance in her arms, but could she really say no? He was willing to deal with danger for his sake, how could she be worth the effort? She would have to find the answer somehow. She let go, because hurting others was not the way she wanted to go. So quiet she was sure no one could actually hear, she said to herself _{"I'm not worth the effort."}

Remembering the particular fact that Ravnar and his nose brought up on something else being made to influence her attraction.
"That is one thing that really doesn't add up in my mind, why would someone want my... scent amplified? What could be gained by having people's expensive valuables taken?" If they are like me then wouldn't it be easier to just do it themselves?" Abrisham couldn't tell if she was under or over thinking the situation. "I want to help the situation, I guess I can still lend that hand."



"If I could make it work for me, I wouldn't have to deal with them. Then again I've only been trying to make it go away. Maybe..." With that she quickly gets one or two things, causing the tinkling of glass against instruments, moving to another area for a short while. It must have been only minutes, but she comes back with a few tiny bottles that have an odd smell to them and seem to have gray hairs within. "If I've done my work right, this should make the subject seem to be akin to me, so I guess there is a diversion option or something. Just don't throw badly - or worse yet drop or spill it. That would be really counter intuitive..."

Zand has looked through the gap of a window defences from some measure of boredom, turns to the group to say "Um, should we be concerned that the amount of men out there looks like another Bird Tower situation?" A quiet but strong profanity leaves Sai's mouth when he seemingly confirms through observation.

But Syrio heard. "You are," he whispered to her.





Syrio had a thought. "...What if the someone wants something specific that happens to be small and shiny... like, say, a magic ring... and is hoping to get the covcays to bring it to her...?"

"...Seems a little haphazard..." said Ravnar... "But it would mean that Abrisham is this person's enemy, if the birds want to bring things to her just as much..."




"So it's like the sticky honeyed balls we were given," said Nimol, "but much, much more potent. Hm. Better hand that stuff over to me."

(How many bottles are there exactly...?)





"Sounds like some good subjects to try this stuff out on," said Nimol. "But if we open a window up here, the birds'll all come in immediately. Let's all go back downstairs..."

"That would make sense, can't blame someone if it's just covcays I suppose. Still, to answer what for, we would have to look into it."

"If you really wanted to simplify it, sure it could be seen that way. but whereas the honey orbs would be used to lure them away temporarily, these would be used to really attract them at the target you throw them at."

Looking at the bottles there in hand, there were a scarce few. Likely caused by the quick improvisation just now.

Sai turns to Nimol on his suggestion of down stairs "Are we really sure on this guys? I mean, they weren't exactly patient before and what were the chances we would come across them twice?"

Jagga makes a reply to his companions point. "Sai, if these men have a problem with us, we will face them one way or another. I say we go down there and stand proud, for if the source of this madness is demonic, then our bravery will be rewarded by Kali against them."

Seeming to meet consensus, the group start moving down and the sound of a sizable group of horse hooves gallop on the street floor. The whining tone can be just heard over the birds.
"They say the place was around here, but I don't like that crowd of birds."
A more mellow toned voice can be barely heard as he doesn't put the effort in to be heard that well over the birds "...no need to... opportunity will come...weapons enough..."

One or two are being patient like Zand, while others like Abrisham are giving a look of what do we do?
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As the plan is for Nimol to change the birds targets, he is the one to see the situation first through the crack of the open doorway. This is what greets him.

There were numerous horses which Nimol can see, somewhere between 8 and a number just shy of a dozen men could be seen from this angle. All ready for some form of conflict and all looking to one who had a more ornate setup, likely denoting high position.
Except for one or two who seemed to be looking at the calm elephant, with recollection or curiosity, Nimol couldn't quite tell. But he knew they wouldn't approach him, the size of an elephant can be intimidating to the uninitiated.

While this quick survey was being made, Jagga had a look of utter embarrassment as he was not looking at Abrisham while using his presence to cover her modesty. To give her a chance at dabbing a piece of treated cloth on some areas like forehead, neck and other places. "Thanks, that should give a small reprieve." Abrisham whispered towards Jagga and then tapped his shoulder to inform she was modest again. She grabbed Syrio's wrist with to try and let what she said next sink in, though the tone was quiet again. "If my calm doesn't hold, the curse will overtake me, especially fear. That's why I left when that squished giant gave me a chance. I'm sorry."

How did Nimol and the rest respond to their predicament? Act with gusto or take their time to gather for the likely conflict?

TIME OUT--

So the guy Ravnar and Nimol met earlier isn't there?

Do these people look more like the palace guard, the city watch, or just a bunch of hired mercenaries?

The captain of the watch from earlier currently is there, but he isn't the one leading the effort. That leader has an attire that was even more suited for palace watch on both visual and effectiveness.

It looked like the palace guard was supplemented with a few of the city watch. So the safety of the city must be important on this matter.

TIME IN

Before Abrisham and the rest of the back of the group steps outside, Nimol wants to hold the attention of who's running this show. "Say, what's going on here?" Nimol asks loudly. "What're all you people gathered here for? I hope you're here to do something about these annoying birds...? It barely feels safe to step outside...!"

The fancy dressed guard is the one to reply to Nimol, or rather reply to Nimol while making it quite clear he wants anyone around to hear.
"Why yes we are, worry no more citizen! For we'll capture the person responsible for these birds before they bring harm to anyone else! As is our duty!" He has a moment where he silently clears his throat before carrying on.

If there are other people inside the buildings who can hear him, they are not replying, or too scared of the birds breaking in to open up.
"We are here for one Abrisham Krissa. A young maiden, about up to here, dressed in plain attire with - wait gray hair?" He seems to have read the description from a scroll he has in hand. While he stumbled on himself, he rolled with it to ask at Nimol "You wouldn't have seen her would you?" He leans a little on his horse towards where Nimol is talking from, hoping Nimol states his name to the clear superior figure in the area.

Through clenched teeth and low breath Jagga is cursing the captain. Abrisham is shifting slowly away from the door, more cautious of her scent escaping and alerting the birds to her proper location. They really wanted her? She thought to herself.

"Well, you're at the wrong place," Nimol says loudly, still playing up his hard-of-hearing shtick. "We've just checked this building out-- it's a frame-up, or at least a distraction to decoy people away from the real problem. The person who's really controlling the birds is at the palace... how did you follow the birds here but ignore the fact that they're also trying like crazy to get into a certain part of the palace?" He points to the correct part of the palace.



"A young woman with gray hair? You sure you're after the right person?" Nimol asks loudly. "There's a room upstairs that's been affected by this stuff... here, see for yourself."


17:54, Today: Nimol rolled 5 using 2d6 ((4,1)) plus 2 for dex bonus = 7. Successful (with possible complication).


Nimol throws the prepared bottle of stuff at the leader of the men, so that the birds would be attracted to the man... and he was successful... but...

On hearing this, the watch captain has a look on his face, recognition? Worry? Doubt? Which one was hard to tell, but it looked like he was trying to contain the concern in front of the palace captain.

That same palace captain who is completely ignoring the pointing of Nimol.
"Clearly because this Abrisham wants the valuables of our great Calpih."



"Why yes we are, and it would be prudent to - wait, how dar-." He tries to deflect the bottle with his sword, but it doesn't work and shatters, leaving him safe from shards, but not its contents and drenching him in the terribly effective scent.
Sputtering he orders his men. "Get him!



There is a few moments of the bird flapping before it dawns on Nimol. In getting this throw to work, Nimol had to be outside the door arch to angle the throw right - leaving him exposed in the path of the covcays he was trying to lure. He had moments to either evade or defend against their avian enthusiasm.

Nimol jumped to his left, in the direction of Sannang, attempting to get out of the birds' way in time...

(12:23, Today: Nimol rolled 6 using 2d6 ((2,4)) +2 for dex bonus = 8. Successful, but possibly with some sort of complication...)


...and he was successful... but...

But when dodging their flying, Sannang is distracted by them flying by, not intimidated but irritated by their presence, the elephant is momentarily unable to focus.

From diving out, the door was left open and one or two guards can see some of the party inside the building. While some are occupied with the birds, a handful - including the guard captain (who has a look of recognition) from back at the bird tower move towards the entrance to question. Though much more likely detain individuals who surely must be working with Nimol.

Nimol orders Sannang to lift Nimol up to Sannang's back. (Will Sannang do it right away? We'll find out...)

Meanwhile, as per the plan, the entire rest of the group runs out of the building and over toward Sannang... if they have time, they run past Sannang in the direction of the palace... everyone is psychologically ready to defend themselves.

The current plan is to let the birds distract the guards and get away... and then maybe go try to get to whoever or whatever is in the palace that's attracting the birds...

From all the chaos that ensued and the exploited efforts made, some headway was made of at least a few building lengths by the main group.
Nimol however had a few moments taken up in being placed on his elephant companion thanks to the avian annoyances.

Orders could be heard barked by the leading man now, with men responding with movement as directed.

After the chaotic moment, the situation was this.

-Nimol and Sannang had some 5 people - including the watch captain - on horses around them both with their weapons ready.
"Of course your group kept her from us, how could I have been so blind to that?" The watch captain said, though he said it like something was occupying him.

-The rest had gotten a lead on the other soldiers, some 8, maybe 10 of them chasing after. The Royal guardsman proclaims at the fleeing group "You're under arrest for the vandalizing of numerous property and grand theft on a city wide scale. The rest of you for aiding and abetting. It would be best if you come quietly before you make things worse." When the fleeing carried on he ordered them to fire and the arrows started darting for the group.

Defy danger of some sort for Ravnar and Syrio. Then however they try to evade their pursuers, by their own capacity or otherwise. Nimol will have to face his enemies alone or find a way to have his slower beast outpace them.
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"Because you know there's something wrong with this whole set-up!" shouted Nimol. "Abrisham isn't the person behind all this! What, she's been content with working at the Bird Tower all this time, and then all of a sudden the birds go nuts one day and trap her in her small apartment? How does that get her anything? Who's magical and new in town that's benefiting from all this...? From the court magician disappearing...?"






TIME OUT

THE Royal Guardsmen guy? Shouldn't he still have a face full of covcays right now? That was the whole point of throwing the bottle at him, was so he wouldn't be able to give orders (well, and also to draw the birds away from Abrisham when we made a run for it)...

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Will get back to these issues after the above question is dealt with...

I had the thought it might be the temporary thing to give you the head start with little consequence. But I'll do you one better for how you aimed to affect the situation. If that appeals to you.

Yeah, some of the guards might decide "maybe we should try to stop them from getting away" on their own, but I was expecting the leader to be giving NO commands about us, and for at least some of his men to try to help him...


I really thought we would stand a chance of temporarily getting away (until someone started asking people if they'd seen an elephant pass by recently).



Okay so as long as we're talking, let's talk about NON-LETHAL DAMAGE. Just knocking opponents unconscious, or "subduing" them, as they sometimes used to call it in D&D.

How do we want to do that? Can we say "we want to just deal knock-out damage in this particular fight" or what? Is it harder to deal than normal damage? Easier? (I could make an argument either way)...

Well, while there might have been an attempt at communication from THE Royal Guardsman, but it cannot be heard over the disturbance that the covcay makes. Lost and without proper direction, the rest of the guards from the city watch to the palace guard are trying to deal with the birds breaking their formation.
The few left on the edges of the disturbance are the only ones to see the one who assailed the Palace captain ride onto an elephant, probably to get away like they "know" such delinquents to do.
When the group looks back, they can't see anyone giving proper pursuit. They are greatly delayed in catching up.
While Nimol has only the attention of some (Around 5) at the current moment, that could change if he gets too close to the covcays occupied guards.



"I'm not the most magically inclined, maybe her plot backfired? I just need to keep things peaceful, and that is not peaceful." He points to the chaos of the birds affecting the group. "It's not my area to deal with, politics." He shivers a little at the thought of the needlessly convoluted workings of the higher ups, the need the play games several steps ahead of yourself and often for the sake of power itself seemed wrong to him.
"I don't like Nifeema myself, always in everyone's business. I much preferred Azuah al-Jawwaf, though he was mainly kept to himself. But she hasn't done wrong by the city so far."
He shakes his head, realising the daftness of talking to a possible criminal. "But you're merely delaying the inevitable. Why would I believe your word over anyone else?"
Nimol was onto something that unnerved the captain, but he would need to be careful to sway the man from his station.

"You just refuse to see it. Admit to yourself that if I'm right, and it's not Abrisham, that it's Nifeema. Why do you think that the covcays are beating their brains out trying to get into wherever she is in the palace?"



"For one thing, because I just got here this morning. You living here has kept it all from seeming sudden. To an outsider, it all seems clear... this is all just too convenient for Nifeema. For another thing, though, I know what kind of person Abrisham is-- she was ready to die to protect us. What do you really know about what kind of person Nifeema is? Does she seem to you to be the kind of person who would be willing to die to protect anyone else? ...Let me get out of here without fighting you and your people, and the truth about all this will be revealed even faster."

The captain was in thought for an uncomfortable minute as he contemplates the message Nimol gave to him, stroking his chin in thought. One of the free subordinates is looking to the Watch Guard captain and says "You can't be seriously considering this can you?"
The captain turns to the subordinate and says "If you want to fight this elephant on your own, be my guest." When they don't immediately go for the elephant, everyone accepts that he is to be followed on this plan.

The captain turns back to the tamer to propose an idea to him. "We can do this, you better be right on this one. But you need to give me your spear and one of those bottles. I have to have the story straight. From there I can give some time. Do we have a deal?"
He extends a hand, ready to accept the items for the deal, as a hand shake would be hard to do with the horses concerned about this giant gray horse in front of them.
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Nimol is ready to pass over a bottle and his spear... "...What'd'you want the spear for...?" he asks first...

He looks back to the chaos, its still ongoing, but that could change in moments. He had to be quick.

To answer Nimol's question, he says "To have an accurate wound without dying for a struggle, and a weapon to show we are not wholly incompetent and actually attempted to retain you."

"Ouch. Makes painful sense to me..." Nimol hands the items over, and commands Sannang to catch up to the rest of his group.

As the trained elephant strides with pace to leave the situation, Nimol can hear a wince or two of pain, and making a glance back, sees that the watch captain has had himself harmed first with the weapon and is going to do so for his subordinates.

As he saw the tamer leave, there was the small hope that the plan for extra time would work, as he knew there was a chance they could still be found in the dungeons for failing to complete their mission. But to bring real justice, the more time bought, the better.

The evening sun glows more and more gently as it slowly falls to meet the earth. The sky occupied with the gradual gradient of colour that started the ambiguous period of twilight. While Wasat was quite calm compared to many cities this particular moment or place exemplified its sleeping namesake.
In this moment, the group consider the situation in front of them. Allies in the form of sailors, a merchant, a worshipper, a young client, and a cursed mage in training. Their enemies, one - likely several - wizards, goons of a low sort, a kind of giant and a portion of the city if not its entirety and fate knows what else.
The problems, a curse to aid, a bangle to return, a wizard to find and a measure of justice to serve.

With all this and more, the regular adventurers turn to their companions to ask for their thoughts and advice, pointers and what else they had.

Jagga thinks it if they wanted to go to the palace, now might be the opportunity. As some guards are going about the city now searching for Abrisham. But, if they could find the previous court wizard, then his help might just be a boon. A merchant Like Besean could have some clout, but using it on such a strong matter might get attention or lessen how much he could bring to bear.

Abrisham is unsure of herself on which decision to go for, but if she was with them while checking out the previous court wizards residence, she could be of help with any residing magic. She knows she will have to be careful as her counter measure cloak can only work so well against time, her supplies only so plenty. There is the one mercy of the bird activity being a daytime thing. She didn't know Besean to give an opinion on him or his advice.

Zand is feeling pumped for the heroics to be had, the justice to be had no matter what they do. Surely they as heroes wouldn't struggle against the palace, for all this seemed wrong and they all would help end it. To which Jagga reminded the youth that not every fight was like legend, otherwise the word would have no meaning. Going to the palace in success meant avoidance in one fashion or another.

Sai was hoping that among the items moving to the palace, the bangle would be there, but there hadn't been a chance to pick it out, if it was around to be found. This day had gotten quite manic in his eyes and it showed no sign of slowing. He would still help, as this was quite a mess going on that need not happen in a place he loved for the quiet. Abrisham tries to think of something to find the bangle, but struggles. Pondering how she could find that one bangle among everything the birds took from others or had taken from them.
Sai did wonder what Uyame and Kilamu might pull while all this was going and how connected they were.

Whatever they chose to do, now or later, there would be much to handle and a lot in the balance.

So:

 Jagga thinks palace, because so many guards are out in the city, but agrees finding the court wizard would help.

Abrisham wpnders if checking out the court wizard's home might reveal useful information.

Zand feels like going to the palace looking to force a confrontation would be bad.

Sai hopes the bangle is amongst the treasure the birds are bringing to the palace, but isn't sure how to find it amongst all the other shiny objects.

So:

1. Syrio asks if Abrisham can cast a spell to detect magic items, hoping the bangle might be waiting outside the palace.

2. Is the place where the birds are trying to get into one section of the palace right OUTSIDE the walls around the palace, or INSIDE the walls around the palace? Or am I imagining this wrongly?

"I can give it an attempt, who knows, it could be among some treasure that is sometimes lost when they squabble. Just give me a minute or two to make it." Abrisham asks Syrio before she starts on the preparation.
She goes about rummaging through her things, the sound of fabric being taut and relaxed, rope strings fussed with and bottles clinking covering the muttering in a soft voice aimed at herself. Anyone of keen ear might have heard as she tried recalling which ingredient was sensitive to magic again and if she needed to rub it on her eyelid, make an eye drop liquid or use it to draw on the Third Eye she read about once.
From there, she added stems and a pinch of powder added to a goo and mixed with a stirrer. Through this little step, Zand had a look of curiosity, but tried to be polite to the lady and not be seen watching her. The preparations of magic always looked peculiar to an active mind.

When she had a look like she would be satisfied, Abrisham looked back at Syrio and said "I have it ready now, I might help to be a little closer to find a magic item with this spell, or have a spyglass. Assuming you meant to see this bangle among what was dropped along the way."



Syrio looks from a nearby vantage point he finds on top of a building. From there, he can see the birds go over the walls to their destination, presumably to a part of the palace inside the walls.
Sometimes a group of a few covcay by flying in a direct path would cross paths with a messenger bird or two. So maybe that had something to do with the search before? A minor curiosity along the way to his real question. Syrio could see where the birds flew and thus where in the city the bangle could be.

"Uggghhhh I was hoping that the spot where the birds might be dropping things would be OUTSIDE the walls around the palace," says Syrio. "But of course not-- if it was, then every beggar would be there sifting through the glass looking for gold or diamonds..."

He turns to the others. "Well, that didn't help our investigation much. Either we

--fight our way through the walls, where we shouldn't be going, or

--we trick our way inside the walls, which I can see us doing, but not with Sannang, our strongest fighter... And either way, what we're looking for may not be there... or

--we leave the city and head to the court wizard's home... but it'll be hard to get back into Wasat with Sannang... and it might not tell us anything, either... or

--we go ask more questions of the man who sent us on this errand, and that might not help us."

Syrio sighs. "I hate to risk Abrisham's life looking for the bangle inside the walls... And that last option I mentioned doesn't seem like it'll tell us anything... So I guess let's go to the court wizard's place, and see if we can figure out where he is... Keep that seeing-magic potion or whatever ready, though, Abrisham, because I'm sure we'll need it before this adventure is over..."

(Syrio's decision represents the will of all three adventurers.)

Nimol speaks up. "So, my native Wasat residents, what's the best way to get some people and an elephant out of the city? Is there a particular gate you think would be best to use, or what?"

Jagga is quick to state the most obvious facts going around about the gates, as he isn't thinking on deception of good right that moment. "There mainly are the North and South gates, of the two, South is best as that is closer to the old monastery. It really depends on if they are prepared for you to be exiting or suspecting it."

"Which they will," added Sai. "So to avoid that, we could always get on a vessel going towards Huzuz, just south of here. We just need to get off early along the coast line. It would be off road but not much more then a day from morn to evening. I'm sure the captain wouldn't mind."
Recalling that it was evening now, chances are such a boat would be in the morning, something obvious to any who had been on a trade boat before.
He threw in a shrug on the matter before proposing an alternate "Or we try a ratway from in the city to outside and move from there? Wait no, it would likely be too small. Forget I said that."

For those of you so innocent as to be unsure what a ratway is, I will tell you now. See, to avoid the unnerving eyes of the law or nosy neighbors, some will use secret tunnels that lead from one place to another. These are called ratways and are often used to evade a border or to get to a secret place, such as from outside to inside a city or from an innocent building to a hideout. They are well guarded secrets - if anyone still remembers them.  Their users include unseen undesirables and noble thieves alike, if you have the goods to pay of course.

"Yeah, that's gonna be too small. So a boat sounds best... but we can't wait until morning. Let's go look at the south gate... see if it gives us any ideas about how to bust out, or else trick our way out..."

No disagreement is had between anyone on going to the gate.


So the twilight is starting when the group gets close to the South Gate and see it in the distance.
It was quite similar to the one that was near the North gate with wide double doors for carts and caravans and a second smaller door for the occasions where it made sense to only open up for a person. Having a pair of guards and a pair of watchers on the high points, there to inform in case they can see something approaching that was unaccounted for.
Those who worked there looked quite disinterested and a pinch slow, which might be the bored impatience and expectation of a guard switching.

There are some people at the gate, one caravan and a pair of camels ridden by solemn riders. Likely hoping to use the cool of night as their preferred travel time.

So... wait, are the big double doors open right now? Or is the caravan and camels just waiting for them to open up?

At this very moment it is closed. The ones at the front, a handful of travelling types (though specifics are hard to tell form this far away) are talking with one of the guards. The conversation is indecipherable, but no hostility can be seen at this time.

Syrio turns to his Wasat-residing companions. "D'you think they're going to open the big doors for those people soon? How about when they do, we all run screaming 'Monster! Run! Flee the city! A horrible monster! Run! Ahhhhhh!' Figure they'd be confused enough to not try to stop us?"

Sai had a glance and was not hesitant to say "They should be all right to leave in a moment. I think they are the same group, so the gates should open up soon."
Abeisham nodded as she added "I can confirm that they look similar enough to be grouped together. Plus if they are after individuals and not huge swathes of people, then I don't think they will change the rules of entry and exit just yet."
"They should prioritise people's safety, so they might let the group leave in the confusion if they are taxed from their shift." Jagga said to share his word on the matter while rubbing his chin.

"All right, seriously, this seems to be our plan-- when the big gates open up and everyone is almost through, we run to the big opening and run out screaming run run a big monster is attacking the city. Anyone want to try to talk me out of it, or got a better plan? If not, let's do it," says Syrio.

Jagga seemed confident in himself and the situation, having a feel of the common people being quite scared of the prowling and stalking. "I want to say that will work, people do panic when the idea of a monster is afoot. It co-"

"But won't they be angry?" Abrisham found herself interrupting. "I mean, when we are on the other side and nothing happens? Oh no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I'll think of something..." She faded into silence, with a hand holding her chin and eyes flickering as she imagined plans around her predicament.

While she was stuck in thought, Sai turned to the trainee mage to contribute back to her point. "So we just set up something to scare them? Make something go bump in the night and let the mind do the rest? I'm sure I can rig something if I look hard enough."
He then was looking with eyes strained against the fading light to find something. He goes up to Nimol to ponder "Um, Nimol, if you think Sannang can shift that crate there," He points to a few crates, specifically one that is poking out a little. "If you can pull that out just right, it should fall just as we are running and scare them."

Moving up to the leader of the group, Jagga points with his head to a building as he conveys something he sees. "Syrio, see that building there? I had a look and it holds some dusty barrels of powder, a light in there would set the thing to blow if you really want to hold them off. It's dark and not a soul in sight."

"You're all over thinking it, you get them panicked enough, and the guards will be too busy calming them down to think of us. Let's just get moving already." Zand quietly said with exacerbation, feeling that Syrio's way with words might be enough to get people riled up and impatient to do something.

"I'm with Zand, I think we're overthinking it... the other ideas might really backfire on us... except that a magical distraction could really do the trick... Abrisham, it doesn't have to be anything real... just an illusion would do fine..." says Syrio.

"If you don't have the spell ingredients for that, though, I bet using a bottle of the bird-attracting stuff would really distract the heck out of them... how about that?" says Nimol.

(If Abrisham can make a magical distraction, we'll go with that. If not, then as soon as the gates are open, we'll use a bottle of bird-attractant-- unless all the birds are already asleep for the night...?)

With a rummage in her cloak, Abrisham had a look on her face as she looked to her surroundings and the situation at the gate, guards and travelers both.

"I can make an illusion, I presume it will be around my size. It will look a little, um, rough around the edges, but with the low light and possible panic, they might not look close enough. It's probably best I use a demon or something. Would that do?"

Jagga seems to have an "ah ha" moment as he takes out a little book the size of a hand and shows her some pages. Some get a nod of approval from her like she felt dumb for not remembering some monsters that could be scary enough for the job.

So, with some preparation, Abrisham had the material prepared and was ready to go when the rest of the group were as the gates started to open to let the travellers through, taking their time with the large doors for the sake of the caravan.

Okay, when the doors are open and the caravan is just about through, let's time it so that Abrisham's illusion shows up right about then, and we'll all run for the gates, screaming and running.

Do I need to roll a CHR roll or anything...?

Yeah, I think a Cha roll to get people stirred into a panic. Assuming Syrio is going to be the most coherent of the screamers.

(09:28, Today: Syrio rolled 8 using 2d6 ((6,2)), plus 2 for CHA bonus = 10.)

"Run! Run! Flee the city! A horrible monster! Run! Flee for your lives!" screams Syrio convincingly, as the entire party runs for the city gates.