On the eastern edge of Redlight, directly accross from a slaughterhouse in little Shevnia, is a run down tavern newly renamed The Abattoir. The upper floor almost never hs customers, but the basement is another story. There is a hoist made with sturdy beams that lowers a platform from a trap door dowm into a second tavern and Adventuring supply shop that has a gate to the undercity.
The street around the Tavern reeks of old blood, and the basement has a whiff of the sewers.
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In reply to Narrator (msg # 1):

The fat, disheveled bartender stands with his hands on his hips looking over the canal to the east.

Grimaldi headed with Sederic, and Lourdaud to Ashbury's place.
Stepping inside, he addressed the barkeep.
"Greetings. Monsieur Benoit? We come from Master Ashbury with a note, and a new guildsman.
This is Lourdaud." Grimaldi gestured to the ruffian, with them.

Sederic hands the note Ashbury gave him, to the barkeep.
"Here it is."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 4):

Dufresne takes the paper and squints at the seal before opening. His brows furrow.
"Hah! So this is to be the new bouncer? Speak any Shevnian? These butchers have been looking to come to us for lunch. I don't think they are the customers Ashbury was planning on, but I suppose he can't complainif the seats are filled. Come in, buy a drink. Not you, Lourdad, there is no drinking on the job."

In reply to Benoit DuFresne (msg # 5):

While the sign is on the corner by the west door, yu enter thrugh this oe, and find yourself near the kitchen. The floirs are rouh, as are the walls, although they seem recently whitewashed. The furniture is worn and mismatched, and the chair legs
look gnawed on.
Half of the common area is occupied by a large wooden hoist, from which a rope disapears into a slot cut into a trap door with a deadbolt. The fireplace loks a bit rough.

Three menin stained leather aprons sit at a bench by one of the two large tables eating stew, bread, and cheese, and drinking dark ale.

"I bought at the guild, now it's your turn!"
The half elf, said with a raised brow and his arms folded.

"Forsooth, so it is!"
Grimaldi chuckled.
"Ale for us, please. And as far as speaking Shevnian, I don't. Do either of you?"
Grimaldi asked the ruffian, and half elf, as he reached in his jacket for his coin pouch.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 8):

"Hlúpi francúzski! Daj mi piť, nápoj!"

In reply to Shevnian bar patron (msg # 9):

"Oh ho! That word I know- nápoj. Drink coming up,  you Hlúpi Shevnian!"
The bartender steps behind the rough counter and draws an ale with a wicked glare for the irritated looking butcher.

"And what are you gentlemen drinking? I will need a hand with the winch, it is hardly a job for one."

"Draw us two flagons of ale, please."
Grimaldi put the money on the bar.
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"Sure, no trouble."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 12):

Benoit pours the ale, and then the deadbolt to the trapdoor, which he raises with a flourish.
Below is a dimly lit space where you can see some barrels,and a rope leading down to the four corners of a yard wide topless box.  the space below smells of fresh whitewash and damp.

"Let's lower him down to his new friends, Martin, you scamp! Show yourself!"

In reply to Benoit DuFresne (msg # 13):

A thin, dark clad man with unkempt hair looks up from the room below at you.
"What now Dufresne? I am working down here, Uncle Ash wants more lightstones ready for customers, but all I have seen ate these gits from accross the canal. Who are these fellows ?"

"So, you're Master Ashbury's nephew. Greetings. I'm Grimaldi, and these are my associates Sederic, and Lourdaud." Grimaldi politely and professionally introduces.
18:25, Today: Grimaldi rolled 13 using 3d6.  Savoir-Faire ~ 14+2.
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Sederic nodded at his mention.
"Hello."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 15):

"That means bupkus-all to me. I don't keep track of guildsmen like my uncle does. He has people for that. What I've got are orcs, and they don't listen to me."

Grimaldi turned aside the reproachfulness with a drink of his ale.

"What troubles are you having with orcs? We're in need of work..."
Sederic said, before taking a pull from his mug, as well.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 19):

"I think your uncle sent me here to help with that. Name is Lourdad."

In reply to Lourdaud (msg # 20):

"What he says is true. Ashbury sent a note, the man is here as a bouncer."

In reply to Benoit DuFresne (msg # 21):

"Well, get down here then!"
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Grimaldi hoisted his flagon.
"Good luck, Lourdaud!"

"Go break some orcish balls, Lourdaud! There's a good fellow! Ha!Ha!"
The half elf took a long drink, and spoke quietly to the thrumming broadsword sheathed on his hip.
"You've slaked your thirst today Meikka, now let me slake mine. That is the pact! Now, let my thoughts alone, and leave the morrow, for the morrow..."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 24):

As you lower Lourdad to his next assignment, the bartender offhandedly remarks, "You know, Ash wants me to charge a silver for passage into the undercity. I may need a little advertising, and I doubt Liebert's paper signs are going to be any good. I have a limner painting signs on wooden planks that might do better, I could use someone to  go and post them, and for that I could pay you a days wage, or give you a tin badge that gets you through free."

"That doesn't sound bad, for a day's pay. Alright, I'm interested, Monsieur."
OOC: that's "no hassles" perk, right?
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"Bah! This is chicken feed, friend. I'd say it's beneath us, and suited for a desperate, drunkard, or hungry waif. Hmmhmmf!"

"Oh, Little Shevnia can be a rough place. Anger and Despair hang in the air, and even a simple job like this, is bound to be met with ruffians and other ne'er-do-wells, that would make it difficult, for a milksop, methinks. That probably means easy money, for us."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 28):

"Let me clarify, the signage needs be in the Undercity, not above it. ash hired the crier for the guild, these Shevniabs found the place on their own. Besides, there is a team of laborers to actually hang the signs. They won't work without escort."

"Sure, we can do that."

"Aye, that's different. We can guard them, down there with sword and spell. None shall bother them, but how do you keep vandals from destroying their work, after they've finished?"

In reply to Sederic (msg # 31):

The barkeep shrugs."Wooden signs nailed into the wall with iron spikes might keep some from tearing them down, better at least than the parchment Leibert used. If that doesn't  work, he may spring for something more durable, like carved stone. As it is, he agreed to have Martin illuminate the signs with magic."

"I bet those blasted orcs, used the parchment to wipe their arses with. Ha!
When do you need us to go help these workers?"

Grimaldi laughs into his mug at the remark.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 34):

The door swing opem, jingling the rusty bell. Two men and a woman enter, lugging bundles of painted wooden planks, hammers and  sacks of iron spikes.

In reply to Gaston Norral (msg # 35):

"Tell me you haven't  found anyone yet, Benoit, so we can go home."

In reply to Francois leMert (msg # 36):

"Don't be a poltroon Franc, at least it isn't a barrel full of rotting fish and graveworms or a barrow full of corpses like last time."

"Hello. We'll be your escort in the undercity. I am called Grimaldi, and this my associate,  Sederic."
Grimaldi finished his ale casually, turning his mug upside down, and placing it on the bar, signaling he was finished drinking.
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"What Ho! Ready to go?"
The half elf drained his mug melodramatically, and set it on the bar with a flourish.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 39):

The laborers raise the loading platform, and familiar with Benoit's reluctance to work the crank, lower it back downwith the store gnage, and climb down the adjacent ladder instead.

You are all now in a small whitewashed woom with signs of recent plastering and packed with kegs of ale and racks of wine bottles, illuminated by sconces holding glowing but unlit torches.
There is a door to one side, open to a similarly lit area, from whence you can hear several voices.

Grimaldi is silent and attentive, strolling though the underground.

13:52, Today: Sederic rolled 9 using 3d6.  perception 13.
The half elf, listens and if he can understand the language, could probably make it out...

In reply to Sederic (msg # 42):

You can hear several voices speaking Aralaise. One is Lourdad, one Martin, one sounds male, and one bold strong voice is female, and seems to be somewhat authoritative in tone. You catch a glimpse of the speaker, a relatively decent looking orcish woman wearing a fine gambeson and matching quilted pants, fanning herself with a silk fan with the hand not on the hilt of her sword.

Sederic continues on to meet the group, sensing no danger.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 44):

Spotting you over the stacks of crates and barrels, Lourdad gives you the nod.

In the much larger room, which is whitewashed and ringed with doors,you can see a number of individuals:
   seated behind a bar with a couple of stools in front of it, is a largish man with  one leg and a number of colorful tattoos on his arms.
   Standing near the entrance is the well dressed and slightly overheated orcish woman,
   Sitting on a crate and holding a glowing spike is Martin.
   Standing next to Lourdad, and immediately beside an openwork bronze gate is an orc in heavy leathers holding a crossbow.

Grimaldi waits quietly for the gate to be opened, so their group can be on their way to the task at hand.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 46):

After Martin drops the glowing nail into a sack full of similarly glowing nails, and passes it to a grumbling Frank.  Lourdad give Bart, the doorkeeper with the crossbow the nod, and you see him take a large iron key from a lanyard and unlock what looks like a new lock on the gate, opening with a minimal creak. (You can see dark drips of oil on the hinges) the passage beyond, which is also warded by a metal faced oaken dutch door that was open when you came in, is illuminated by a faint glow from above.

"I'll go up front with the group's leader, and how about you cover our rear, Grimaldi?"
The half elf, addressed the hooded, lightly armored Aralaise.

Grimaldi nodded the affirmative.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 49):

You step outside into the familiar damp of the outer under-corridor,
with its trace amount of decorative tiling.
Above the gate on the outside is a stone carved with a mix of elvish
and Roman runes, and above that is nailed a wooden plank painted with the word "Tavern". Two torch-bright nails are pounded into the sign.
By comparison, the nails in your sack are all candlebright.

The signs the laborers are carrying are a mix of the word tavern, arrows,
And a few with the same address-inscription as is found above the door.

To the right of the gate is a damp looking T intersection,  and there is another intersection some distance to the left.

Grimaldi follows the group, assuming the workers know where they are going.

Sederic follows the workers.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 52):

"You guys have been down around these parts, right? We took another route last time we went under."

"Forsooth mademoiselle, we were down here as of late. There were many nasty creatures. Slorn, and undead spined rats, that had been turned into such, by a powerful undead master, I fear. I mentioned this to Aemon the other day."

"Those things were nasty indeed. Meikka can handle them for us, while we throw spells, if we run into any more of them. I saw what those quills did to your arm, and I'd rather not get close."

Grimaldi winced.
"'Twas most painful, and chilled me to the bone. I was lucky to throw off the effects of it's poison. The slorn I have heard can breathe a poisonous cloud, or flames...very stubborn, and hard to put down, they are..."
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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 56):

"Where do you want us to start? Bart stood watch while we did this one.  Are we going that way" he points toward the wet end of the corridor," or the other way?"

"Why don't we start in the damp area first, and get it over with."
The half elf, motioned.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 58):

The right hand passage leads to a T-intersection that is fairly narrow on it's crossbar; your passage is about four yards wide, this one is about two.  You can see that there are gates set into the wall across from the outer wall of the under-tavern (on the right hand of the T's crossbar),  and in some places, you can see that the Tavern's side masonry wall is sagging, and supported by large beams that abut the opposite wall on a diagonal; it would seem that the constant damp from the area beyond the gate, which you realize is spillage from the canal above.

The right hand of the T continues as far as your light permits, to the left, it is principally the same.  The best places to put signs here would be in sight of the gates into the wet tunnel. There does not seem to be much foot traffic here, but those are probably where maintenance workers would see them.

Bringing up the rear, Grimaldi stopped, and from his vantage point, he noted this would be a good place for them to start their work, and to post up as sentinels.
"Ho! This looks like a good place to start."

"Right. Over there by the gates. It'll be good to have a little more light down here, in this area."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 61):

Evain sorts through the signs to get a tavern sign and an arrow, and holds up one end of the tavern sign. Frank reluctantly takes the other end, and Gaston, who is taller, starts pounding a spike through the sign on Frank's end.

The banging is quite loud, and bits of old mortar and crumbled brick fall from the wall.

Grimaldi stands back and keeps his eyes on the passage, and ignores the workers.

Sederic spreads out, and watches the opposite end, where Grimaldi is posted. Like Grimaldi, he doesn't watch the workers, but watches the passages for shadows and movement.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 64):

From the left hand corridor, something shuffles out of the darkness with a low moan.

10:24, Today: Grimaldi rolled 12 using 3d6.  Fast Draw (broadsword) ~ 14+1.
10:23, Today: Grimaldi rolled 9 using 3d6.  Hidden lore (undead) ~ 13.
Grimaldi narrows his eyes, and appraises the undead, cooly.
He swiftly unsheathes his estoc, which is well suited to deliver stiff, solid blows, as it is to pig-stick.
"Ho! Undead, infest these passages! We'll protect you."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 66):

This is a plague zombie. Go for the head.

Sederic comes on guard, drawing Meikka.

12:19, Today: Grimaldi rolled 5 using 1d6+3.  swung estoc, to zombie's head. 1d6+3 crushing damage.

12:18, Today: Grimaldi rolled 9 using 3d6. Technique:Targeted Attack (broadsword) ~ 14 (swinging at head).
Grimaldi stepped, and swung his estoc in an arc, connecting solidly.
"Hnff!
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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 69):

The thing is knocked back into the wall, its skull obviously cracked.

18:55, Today: Sederic rolled 7 using 1d6+3.  swung broadsword 1d6+3 (fine,puissance) cutting damage to neck.

18:48, Today: Sederic rolled 11 using 3d6.  broadsword 17 (aiming at neck, -5) 12 or less.
Sederic advanced and swings, cutting into the thing's neck, and hopefully stopping it, by taking off it's repulsive head!
"Ha!"

In reply to Sederic (msg # 71):

Sederic cleaves its neck, decapitating the thing, which collapses against the wall.

The sign, and its illuminating nail, are hung.

Grimaldi looks around, listening.
"Well, they aren't stealthy... If there's more, we'll hear them."

"There's bound to be more 'o them! Let us know when you're ready to go on, we're ready when you are."
The half-elf looked down at the now dead, undead.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 74):

"Merde! Don't let them get so close... now what to do with it...
Evain, do you thing we could get a barrow after, and sell it to the alchemist, like they did last time?"

In reply to Francois leMert (msg # 75):

"Frank, the last one they sold were ghulae. This is a common hungry zombi. Honestly if you don't  know one mort-vivant from another, you must not be paying attention. "

"The skulls are of value alone, but necromancers can always find a use for bits...
If you're planning on trading in the undead we've slain to protect you, we want a cut of the profits as well..."
Grimaldi pointed with his sword, to the remains on the passage floor.
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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 77):

"We learned who to sell them to, and likewise, where to um dispose of a body for a few."

In reply to Evain Kalliope (msg # 78):

"Do you mean to that necromancer? He barely paid the hauling fee, but I guess if it was more, people would be killing their neighbors for it. He paid a silver piece for an mostly intact corpse."

"Not all undead, deserve the same treatment. It is ignoble to sell off and use the body parts of just anyone. This poor soul for instance, is a plague zombie. He's probably roamed the undercity and sewers for decades, and now the remains should be given a decent burial, or burning on a pyre, with ceremony... Now, if we knew this were a miscreant, then we are not obliged to do anything for him, and may profit from his disposal, or as I do...collect the skulls of evil men, to put to "good" use... hmm hmm..."
Grimaldi produced the skull he'd collected earlier, and held it Yorick style, for emphasis.
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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 80):

"Every one needs a hobby, I guess. Where to next? I hope not up this narrow damp tunnel."

"I can think of a few narrow and damp passages I'd rather be, but we have a job to do. Let's check it out, at least. Then, we'll head back the other way. We're not exploring as much, as we are getting this place covered, so we can get paid!"
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The half elf laughed.
"I didn't think you were such a cad, Grimaldi!
We do have a lady, with us..."

Grimaldi cleared his throat.
"Quite. Beg pardon, mademoiselle."
Grimaldi, bowed slightly, still holding a skull, and his sword.
But then, that was Grimaldi, and they were down in a creepy catacomb.
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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 84):

"That's alright. I have  worked with worms berore. Where are we hauling this junk to next?"

"Lets check down this narrow passage here, and put an arrow sign down a ways, then we'll head back, and go the opposite direction."

"Onward, then!"
Sederic takes the lead again, heading the suggested way, leaving Grimaldi to guard their rear, like before.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 87):

The passage is awkward to move through, being barely wider than a yard, and  with occasional cross bracing that you have to crawl over. After a few hundered yards, there is a gate to the right hand side, and a wider corridor to the left<about three yards) and the narrow corridor continues ahead. The gate, like the last one leads into a tunnel filled to nearly floor level with foul slow moving water, spillover from the canal above.

"Okay, let's put one here by the gate, and then we'll head back the other way. Anymore this way, and we'll be going into a dungeon crawl, methinks.."

"Aye, I agree with ye. We should put a sign outside the gate here, and perhaps one in the tunnel, pointing back the way we came, then turn back, and go the other way."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 90):

The laborers get to work nailing up another sign.

Sederic keeps a watch over the gate, and tunnel while the crew works.

Grimaldi keeps watch over the way they had come.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 93):

This time, nothing approaches because of all the noise. There is some splashing in the tunnel beyond the gate, but that may have been rats.

"Are we ready to head back, the other way?"

"Thought I 'eard somethin, in the tunnel.. could've been rats scurrying away, from the racket we're making. We'll know, if anything follows us back the other way..."
Sederic said quietly.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 96):

Ate you heading left, or retracing your steps?

"Let's go back, and if anything comes, we'll be ready."
Grimaldi points with his sword, back the other way.

"Aye"

In reply to Sederic (msg # 99):

You make your way back to the tavern entrance after going single file down the narrow damp corridor and stepping over the twice dead corpse.

After the group passes by the corpse, Grimaldi gestures to his eyes, and then about, murmuring a magical spell..."Sensum Spirituum.."
17:17, Today: Grimaldi rolled 6 using 3d6.  sense spirits ~ 14. (cost 1 FP)

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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 101):

Grimaldi is not able to sense anything for quite a distance. Whatever animated the corpse is long gone.

Sederic takes the lead, and is in the vanguard position.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 103):

You are back by the entrance to the Abattoir, there is a corridor west, which ypu can see intersecting with a north/south one.

Sederic heads down the western corridor, and stops at the northern section.
"What do you think? Should we put one here, or go further?"

"Here, and until we reach another portal or a corner, would be good, perhaps..."
Grimaldi said, as he looked back the way they had come, from his position at the rear.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 106):

"You want one visible from each corner or what?"

"Yes, Mademoiselle Kolliope."

"I'm sorry these undead give you no satisfaction, Meikka.. I know you prefer living blood, but I suspect these passages contain some such, that you might taste of...Be of good spirit, it's not like we're sitting back at the guild, idly, now is it?...
The oddball helf-elf, talks softly to the splendid, humming broadsword he clutches, obviously, slightly possessed, by it...
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In reply to Sederic (msg # 109):

The team gets hammering away, making an awful  racket. The first sign goes up smoothly, and they get into the second one.


Per checks, -2

15:58, Today: Grimaldi rolled 9 using 3d6.  perception ~ 14.
Despite all the noise, Grimaldi is able to compartmentalize and is sharp.
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16:04, Today: Sederic rolled 9 using 3d6.  perception  13
Sederic too, is aware of his surroundings, despite the racket.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 112):

In the distance, you spot a lone figure approaching, man shaped and carrying something.

"Hark! Identify yourself!"
Grimaldi calls out with steel in his tone.

"I'd answer him, if I were you!"
Sederic interjects, also seeing the shape..

In reply to Sederic (msg # 115):

An orc, wearing heavy leathers, and carrying a small bill hook and a crowbar approaches. He has a large set of keys chained to his belt. He smells a bit dank
He has s guild badge, and another insignia in brass..

"I am Karlow, of the Northport Department of Aquaducts and Sewers. Why are you defacing city property?"
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Grimaldi displays his guild badge.
"We're working for Ashbury. These laborers are putting up, illuminating signs to direct business to his shop, and tavern. I am Grimaldi, and that is Sederic. We're their escort."
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In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 117):

The orc frowns.
"Who in Hades is Ashbury? What do you mean, a Tavern?"

"It's new. There's a slaughterhouse above, and the tavern is across the street. Inside, there is a platform which raises and lowers to the lower level, where there is to be a shop as well. Has he not the proper authorization, to do this? Ashbury is an outfitter, for the guild."
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"I'd have expected our employer to have ironed out these details, beforehand. Martin isn't on the up-and-up, 'twould seem. Would you like to speak with him?"
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In reply to Sederic (msg # 120):

"He might have filed paperwork already. Sometimes that take weeks to trickle down to us un the field. Take me to this Martin."

"Alright, we'll bring you to him."
Grimaldi heads back towards the tavern.

Sederic heads back with the others, to find Martin.

"Who goes there? Wait a minute- Karlow, is that you? I haven't  seen you since we were in the junior league!"
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"Well, he works for the city, and he caught us working down there, and wants to make sure we're authorized."

"He's asked to speak with Martin."

In reply to Bartolemu (msg # 124):

"Got me a civil service job. How is the leg doing?"

In reply to Karlow (msg # 127):

"Eh. It has good days and bad days. I have been in the private sector. Really not as reliable as your gig. Pay is okay when there is work. Let me get Martin.
Hey, Martin!"

In reply to Bartolemu (msg # 128):

Ashbury's nephew approaches the gate, his nose wrinkling at the rank sewer worker."What can I do" he squints at Karlow's badges "for the Hadereum today?"

In reply to Martin Haight (msg # 129):

"These people say they are in your employ, and were defacing public property with your advertising. Do you have permits for that, and for this business as well? I reall would rather not have the blue cloaks down this end of things `investigating', they are enough of a nuisance down at dockside near Vilgar's old place."
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In reply to Karlow (msg # 130):

"I heard about that debacle. My uncle made sure we are permitted, although he went as far as to suggest we might try and get them as customers down here, along with members of your department. We sell supplies, ale, and hot and cold food. Think of us when you have your lunch break."
He passes a leather folio through the gate, and Karlow flips through some documents marked with the seals of the Hadereum, the Adventurer's  Guild, and the Guild of Brewers and Tavernkeepers.
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Grimaldi exchanges glances with the others.

The half elf wears a wry expression.

In reply to Martin Haight (msg # 131):

"Hmm. These seem to be in order. Now how is your ale?"

In reply to Karlow (msg # 134):

"Come inside, let me buy you a drink."

In reply to Hragosh (msg # 135):

"Hey, weren't you a cheerer about three years after mine and Bart's year?"

They unlock the gate, and the sewer orc steps inside...

"We should get back to work now, so we'll be going."
Sederic will leave, when the gate is opened, and lead the group back to where they were putting up the second sign, before interrupted.

Grimaldi follows.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 138):

While Karlow gets his drink on, you head back to that intersection and the laborers hammer away.  A few minutes later and they are done. Where to now?

"Wasn't there a north passage, from this point? Let's check that out."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 140):

There were both a North and a West passage.

"Let's take the west passage. We'll come back, and hit the north, on our way back." Sederic leads the group, westward-ho.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 142):

You pass a couple of doors with the odd numbering system
carved above (goblin and elven runes, and roman numerals.)
You also pass a pair of gates on opposite sides that lead
 into large dark spaces.
Ahead is another intersection.

"Okay, let's put a couple signs this way. One by each gate, in the darkened areas over there..."
The half elf points, ahead.

Grimaldi watches their rear..

In reply to Sederic (msg # 144):

As you bring the light you can see into the darkened areas.
One gate leads into a large arched room with many doors along the sides,
And a lowered ramp down the center.
It looks very dusty.
The other side leads into a similar space, although it looks swept, and in its central sloped trench are a couple of barrels.

"Yes, there's a few spots around this area that could use some light, and direct traffic...I have a feeling that Karlow will be a good word-of-mouth advertiser, since we've brought him into the know..."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 147):

"I have been down in the tunnels a couple of times. These look like the common area between basements in a block of row houses. Most of them are bricked up, but this one over here looks like it is still in use for trash pickup. I just don't know if the sewer workers do the pickup or not."

"Aye, these dusty areas don't look like they've seen foot traffic in awhile, so it'd be a waste of our signs, to put them where nobody goes. Let's put some up over here, where there's at least signs of traffic."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 149):

The laborers nail one up next to the dusty gate, where the light can be seen from within the better kept area.

Nothing seems to notice the noise at this time.

Grimaldi idly swashes his estoc, in the stagnant air.

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In reply to Evain Kalliope (msg # 148):
"So, are you adventurers as well, or just laborers that contract with the guild?"

In reply to Sederic (msg # 153):

"We are proud members of the Guild, and our job is porting and packing for Adventuring types. I am also a member of the Longshoreman and dock workers guild."

In reply to Francois leMert (msg # 154):
"Ah, I see. If we ever need your services, we'll remember to call on you."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 155):

just past these gates is a four way intersection, the crossing of two vaulted ceilings forming a ribbed dome. There is a mosaic in the floor of a circle quartered by lines of colored tile that head in the directions of the corridors, with triangles of different colored tile at the edges of the circle, like arrows pointing down the paths.

"How about we keep going west..?"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 157):
This would probavly be a good spot for a sign or two...

"Hold on.. let's put some signs up here, first."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 159):

There is quite a bit of hammering.
What light sources do you have aside from a sack of glowing nails?

13:31, Today: Sederic rolled 3 using 3d6.  light 14 . (crit!)
Since they've returned to the tunnels, Sederic recasts light, very sucessfully!
"Rabbits, Chickens, Cows, and Ducks..Turn the lights on! Fiat Lux!"
12:38, Today: Sederic rolled 16 using 3d6.  rolling to see how critty, my crit was..
This message was last edited by the player at 16:39, Tue 14 May 2019.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 161):

The area is filled with an overly glaring white light, accompanied by the faint sounds of mooing, quacking, and clucking, and an odd horn... This took no energy from Sederic, and may last a while.

"What an odd cantrip..but it worked!"

"Well, I'm an odd one. Ye ain't seen nothin' yet. Stick around, boy-o!"
The half elf chuckled, bemused by his spellcraft. (weirdness magnet -15)
This message was last edited by the player at 17:55, Tue 14 May 2019.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 164):

Something scuttles toward you in the distant dark.

"Something's coming!"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 166):

A trio of creatures the size of a large dog, each with a mane of bony quills approach

17:44, Today: Sederic rolled 9 using 3d6.  fireball 15 .
Sederic begins casting fireball (2pts)
He also commands Meikka to engage the closest rat!
This message was lightly edited by the player at 22:12, Wed 15 May 2019.

17:55, Today: Grimaldi rolled 9 using 3d6.  flaming weapon 14.
"Flamma, veni foras!"
Grimaldi engulfs his estoc in magical flame...

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 169):

Meikka flies forward, and cleaves into the rat thing, killing it. The other two advance.

Grimaldi is in range, and the fireball is ready .

15:41, Today: Grimaldi rolled 5 using 1d6+3.  swing, crushing damage, not including whatever damage the flames did.

15:40, Today: Grimaldi rolled 6 using 3d6.  broadsword ~ 14 (swing).
Grimaldi swept in a downward arc at the undead creature, busting into it's ribs, and hopefully setting it on fire. (those oily quills)

15:48, Today: Sederic rolled 7 using 2d6.  fireball damage.

15:47, Today: Sederic rolled 12 using 3d6.  Innate Attack (for fireball): DX/E [4] 16.
Sederic hurled his fireball towards the creature, Grimaldi just struck!
"Take that, foul creature!"

In reply to Sederic (msg # 172):
Both rats are burning, but Grimaldi got dangerously close to the quills-
Make a dodge or your hand or arm is pierced!


If so, take 3 pts impaling before DR, and if that gets through, make a HT roll or take 2 points of poison damage!

In reply to Narrator (msg # 173):

The wounded, burning rat lunges at Grimaldi's booted foot- failing a defense will get you 4 points cutting before DR
And a secondary dodge fail will get you pierced in the leg by another quill for 2 points impaling before DR, with 1 point of
Follow-up poison if you fail a HT roll.

09:39, Today: Grimaldi rolled 10 using 3d6.  dodge 11.

09:38, Today: Grimaldi rolled 12 using 3d6.  parry 12.
Grimadli defended against the beleaguering undead creatures, dodging one, and parrying the other's lunge with his burning sword!
"Not this day, vermin!"

This message was last edited by the player at 13:45, Sun 19 May 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 175):

A parry with an edged or burning weapon does damage!

The rat hit with the fireball runs off.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:30, Sun 19 May 2019.

Sederic sends Meikka to attack the creature, still tussling with Grimaldi. The fleeing one will be easy to track, especially if it's burning! He conjures another ball of fire...
14:11, Today: Sederic rolled 13 using 3d6.  fireball 15 (2d).
This message was last edited by the player at 18:12, Sun 19 May 2019.

11:48, Today: Grimaldi rolled 7 using 1d6+3.  swing crushing, plus whatever fire damage.

11:47, Today: Grimaldi rolled 13 using 3d6.  broadsword ~ 14 .
Grimaldi, executes a golf-swing, smashing into the foul creature, a second time, with a little more force!
Illuminating his face for a moment in the darkened passage, his flaming blade reveals Grimaldi's eyes are narrowed and his teeth are barred, in the look he gets when he's in his bloodlust. "Die!"
He hisses!
This message was last edited by the player at 15:57, Sun 19 May 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 178):

The rat sqeals and goes down.


Make a dodge roll though, to avoid impaling your hand on a quill!

16:20, Today: Grimaldi rolled 13 using 3d6.  dodge 11.
couldn't dodge, but my hands are protected with mailed gloves(DR 4 vs cut/imp, 2 vs crushing)

16:30, Today: Sederic rolled 9 using 2d6.  fireball damage (2d).

16:27, Today: Sederic rolled 13 using 3d6.  innate attack for fireball 16.
Sederic steps and hurls his fireball at the (burning) retreating rat, and send Meikka to finish it off.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:32, Mon 20 May 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 180):

The poisoned quill fails to penetrate.


The escaping rat is in fireball range, but out of Miekka's range.

If it's not in range, then Sederic has Meikka pursue.
He threw his fireball.
16:30, Today: Sederic rolled 9 using 2d6.  fireball damage (2d).

16:27, Today: Sederic rolled 13 using 3d6.  innate attack for fireball 16.

Grimaldi advances carefully, holding his fiery sword in front of him, at length.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 183):

It is out of range for Miekka to pursue. The sword only travels so far.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 185):
Okay, my bad. In that case, he's holding the sword and has just thrown his fireball

In reply to Sederic (msg # 186):

The fireball hits the creature, which squeals, and staggers off,burning.

12:57, Today: Grimaldi rolled 11 using 3d6.  lightning 14 (2d).
Grimaldi ended the spell on his sword, and claws his fingers on his hand, as he chants, calling lightning..."Fulmen!"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 188):

Grimaldi has a fistful of lightning!

17:33, Today: Grimaldi rolled 5 using 2d6.  lightening bolt (2d).

17:32, Today: Grimaldi rolled 10 using 3d6.  Innate Attack (bolts/jets) 14 .
Grimadli hurled the bolt, at the undead creature, hoping to put it down, for good!

19:27, Today: Sederic rolled 1 using 1d6-3.  Magic bolt (1d-3 damage, no cost, insta hit).
Advancing, Sederic hurled a small, shimmering, but ultimately ineffective bolt, at the creature, hoping to assist it's demise.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 191):

Between the lightning and the magic bolt, the rat, very much a living thing, stops being one.

In reply to Giant maned rats (msg # 192):
OOC:These ones aren't undead?, or they normal ones?


This message was last edited by the player at 13:50, Fri 24 May 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 193):

While there have been a few undead  giant maned rats, most, including these, are of the live, large and venomous variety.  They are natural if unpleasant creatures.

"Looks like we got 'em all.. Did it gitcha?"
The half elf met Grimaldi, standing over the dead rat-thing.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 195):

naturalist, dungeon butchering, or poisons rolls if you please.

"Almost.. But my first tangle with the undead ones, made me invest better armor for my arms and hands. We collected and sold the quills, from those... Think you can collect anything from these, or has the fire burnt them too much.."
Grimaldi poked at the remains with his sword.

 OOC none of us have that, alchemy and hazmat: magical are the closet thing Sederic has.
"Hmm.."
This message was last edited by the player at 18:25, Wed 29 May 2019.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 198):

given that they are burnt, there is not much to harvest. best to drag them to the side of the hall by their tails.

"They're a bit well done. Lets get 'em outta the way..."
He grabs one dragging it, by it's tail.

"Aye, wouldn't want anyone to prick themselves in the dark."
Grimaldi helps haul the others away, minding to grab their bald tails.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 201):

"Thanks for clearing those things! Where to next?"

Grimaldi smiled.
"No trouble, No trouble. Just less vermin to worry about! How about we continue westward?"

"Let's go." Sederic will try move the bright light he critted, along with them, to provide ample, white light!

In reply to Sederic (msg # 204):

The passage west moves along a little unevenly as some of the flagstones are cracked, and a broad area appears to have been replaced with thick terra cotta tile.
There is a similar plugging of a smaller hole in the ceiling.
You pass one bricked over entrance, and there is another pair of opposed gates bear the repair, both full of rubble.
The next intersection is a little different, with most of the decorative tile along the shoulder of the wall missing, and an iron hook protruding from one corner. The ceiling above it has layers of old smoke smudges.

"How we doing on signs? This looks like a good place for more."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 206):

"We have about six more sets."

"Good work."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 208):

This intersection heads four ways. You came from the east (and south east before that) southward aboveground leads toward  the merchant's  district, west to the artisan  and temple districts, and north through redlight toward dockside, or at least it should.

"Let's use what we have left to direct foot traffic, from each district, from this intersection, here. I think the merchant's area is probably the least important, because those places tend to have better shops and establishments, and Ashbury's place is definitely for rougher sorts."

"Alright, let's head north here, and we'll place some signs, then, we'll turn 'round, and head back to the intersection, and head westward, where we'll place another set of signs.
We'll do merchant's if we have anything left. Let's head north, first...Careful, we're going to be coming up underneath redlight district.."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 211):

You tramp along northward, noticing numerous cracks in the area, mostly along the eastern wall.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 212):

"This place looks kinda familiar. I think we are near the route where we moved that barrel of worms."

In reply to Evain Kalliope (msg # 213):

"Nah. We are on the he wrong side of the street collapse. That and the guild are further west from here. We are nearer to that House that Vilgar  was stashing at."

"What happened with that, anyways? The street collapsing??"
Grimaldi asked,keeping an eye on the group's rear, as they moved through the passageway.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 15:52, Sat 01 June 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 215):

"Apparently a child with some kind of power was kidnapped,
and some adventurers foiled an evil cult that was trying to make
the boy into one of them, and the cultists were all sucked into hell, along with the buildings  above them."

In reply to Evain Kalliope (msg # 216):

"Wasn't  Ludlow involved in that? Him and that goblin necromancer, and that thief with the bad scar who talks funny."

"You all know much about goings ons. I would like to offer you all a round, and some convsersation after we are through here, if you would like to tell us a bit more about happenings and people about the city. Maybe you know about some things, you're just needing some extra muscle, to try for, eh?"

"Hmm.. Interesting."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 219):

"As long as there are no more worm or corpse hauling. That might be alright for you two... and seriously, no fifty ssets of maces either. I heard that Lifty hurt his back doing that... he hires out as a guide, and the union has him training to be a bartender.  Oh, and that guy with the scar is Oly, the hero who rescued the child. Everybody knows him! We would be happy to talk over a few drinks!"
This message was last edited by the GM at 00:22, Mon 10 June 2019.

"We slew a small army. It's a shame we couldn't have also sacked the place...We'd have needed several carts, and freight handlers."
Grimaldi said disappointedly.

"That'd have been good work, for everyone."
The half elf, chuckled.

In reply to Evain Kalliope (msg # 202):

In the distance there is a faint creaking and scraping noise.


Per checks please.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 223):

12:35, Today: Grimaldi rolled 15 using 3d6.  perception ~ 14.
Being at the rear, Grimaldi doesn't seem to notice the sounds...
OOC: it sounds like another blasted slorn!

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 224):

Less like a slorn, more like a stone slab moving.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 225):

Sedric does. He pauses to listen more intently...

In reply to Sederic (msg # 226):

A stone block shifts up the coridor, out of the range of your light.
 There is a patter of sandaled feet on stone as the stone slides again.

"What is it? Did you hear something up there?"
Grimaldi inquired.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 228):

"Sounded like someone moved a stone door, and then closed it. Let's check it out..."

"Alright, let's investigate."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 230):

as you head down the hall, you spot two odd looking goblins.
  Most gobbos you have seen are greyish to yellowish  green to shades of greenish brown.
These two are orange, and dressed in tunics,sandals, reinforced leather torso armor and have sashes in a green and orange zigzag pattern.  One has what looks like a large dark bronze key handcuffed to his wrist, but they are otherwise unarmed.  Their heads are bare, and have odd scarring on the temples.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:51, Wed 12 June 2019.

"Ho there! Why the haste? Is there danger nearby?"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 232):

There is nothing hasty about these two. They are steady and seem unsurprised and by you.
They look at you fairly blankly.

In reply to goblin (msg # 233):

Sedric will let the others talk to them, noting their footwear and surroundings.

"Do you work for the city? I see a sash, but no credentials."
Grimaldi asks, noting the key on the goblin's wrist.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 235):

"Ilon dohaeragon se aeksia hen oktion"
It reiterates in another tongue
"Snag Gothi ob goi"
And in another
"C' ahnyth uh'eogg ot uh'eagl"




Anyone speak even, goblin, or Dark One (Eldritch)?
This message was last edited by the player at 19:05, Sun 16 June 2019.

19:08, Today: Grimaldi rolled 8 using 3d6.  gesture IQ-4 (default).
Grimaldi points to his badge, and then he points to the goblins sash, and key.
in an attempt to reveal his identity, and ask for theirs, according to what we are wearing and displaying on our persons.
his expression is calm, with the faintest smile.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 237):

The goblin looks at its partner and shrugs, matter of factly responding
"Sir skoros jemome morghulis"
The goblin points at the sign on the wall and frowns slightly.
"Ema daor paktot naejot gaomagon bisa."
This message was last edited by the player at 19:23, Sun 16 June 2019.

"It sounds like they've tried several languages, but none of them seem to speak Aralaise.. Does anyone of your group, know what these fellows are saying?"
Rubbing his chin, Grimaldi looks closer at the sign the goblin had pointed at.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 239):

"Got me. I only know one language..."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 240):

" We met these before, with Jareth the sage. He spoke all three languages. He said they were elven, goblin, and eldritch. They had said we would all die, and walked away."

"They seem to be keepers of something, or a cult. And they are doomsayers now? Most curious.. well, we should put a set of our signs here, by theirs. How's that for competition?"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 242):

You note that their signs, carved in stone over archways, seem to be a blend of latin and elven and other runes, but look like they might just be stray letters and numbers.

One of the goblins points at your sign and makes a WTF gesture and expression, then lowers his hands and stares at you.

"Maybe we should just go.. They have some claim here obviously, and since we can't understand them, it's probably best to let them be..."
Grimaldi points to our sign, makes motions of eating and drinking, and points at the sign again, and then back down the corridor, leading to where the signs will lead one to the tavern, if one follows our trail.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:26, Thu 20 June 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 244):

"Right. Should we check on them with the Haderum?"

"I think so.. Cults telling everybody they are going to die, would interest those who govern law and death. But I don't much care for them, personally..How about we find out who they are on our own first, before we mention them to the Haderum? "
Grimaldi said.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 21:41, Thu 20 June 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 244):

The two look at you, and then at eachother.


Make a gesture roll.

16:20, Today: Grimaldi rolled 12 using 3d6.  gesture (IQ -4) 10 or less.
no dice. :(
21:52, Today: Grimaldi rolled 14 using 3d6.  aura ~ 14.
"Aura revelare.."
Grimaldi chanted a spell, with a minor gesture to his eyes and about.
This message was last edited by the player at 01:54, Mon 24 June 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 248):

The goblin has a fairly normal aura, although there is something a little off about it, like the aura is blurry to one side , near where he has the scars on his head.  There is a faint trace of something unnatural you cannot quite place, but it is more of a sign of outside influence than something inherent to the creature.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 249):
23:56, Today: Grimaldi rolled 12 using 3d6.  IQ ~ 14.
Grimaldi is fairly sure they've been lobotimized...
"I'm not sure... but I think someone or something has done something to their minds. Perhaps to make them more compliant minions... We should go, and finish our job down here, but this is certainly interesting..."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 250):

One of the two points at the arrow, and the pair head off toward the direction it is pointing.

In reply to goblin (msg # 251):

"Yeah, lets go get paid. We up to that part yet?" He grins.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 252):
"We've not too many more to go, but these last ones will be important, in guiding others to our trail. Good work, everyone."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 253):

Frank spits "Then a little extra might be in order?"

In reply to Francois leMert (msg # 254):
"We can only hope. Not holding my breath though...Merchants are out to save themselves some coin..."
Grimaldi shrugged at the notion.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:12, Thu 27 June 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 255):

"Ah, if we are not done, we should finish what we promised before asking for more. Hustle?"

In reply to Sederic (msg # 256):
"How about we head back to the intersection, and head westward? We should have about five sets of signs left, then we can get out of here, get paid, and have those drinks we were talking about."


This message was last edited by the player at 11:45, Fri 28 June 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 257):

you head further along the passage, and wonder where the goblins had come from...

In reply to Narrator (msg # 258):
"Hold a moment.. There must be a secret passage somewhere, methinks.."
17:40, Today: Grimaldi rolled 8 using 3d6.  see secrets ~ 14 (second casting).

17:40, Today: Grimaldi rolled 15 using 3d6.  see secrets ~ 14.
Grimaldi miscasts the first try, and curses. "Fie! Confounded, fickle magick.."
"Secreta revelare..."
Grimaldi stands in the passageway a short distance from where they had met the goblins, and pans the passageway, looking for secrets...
This message was last edited by the player at 21:48, Fri 28 June 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 259):

"You want me to help, or guard?"

He looks around...

Grimaldi answered, while he magically investigated the passageway.
"This shouldn't take long. Keep a lookout, if you would, please.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 260):

"With pleasure..."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 260):

you see a faint outline of a low door in one wall. there is no obvious method of opening it.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 263):

In the distance you hear something from the direction the goblins went.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 264):
17:49, Today: Grimaldi rolled 4 using 3d6.  percepton ~ 14 (identify sounds) CRIT!
Grimaldi should know very well what he'd heard!
This message was last edited by the player at 21:51, Mon 08 July 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 265):

You can hear faint giggling, and the stumbling footsteps of two sandaled intoxicated people about goblin sized.

"Hey, let's hide, and observe these goblins. Then, we'll know for sure where they have appeared from. We can check it out after we're done with this job, later! They sound like they have visited, yon tavern..Ha!"
Grimaldi said, as he urged the group around the next corner!
This message was last edited by the player at 21:47, Sun 14 July 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 267):

Sederic will follow the advice as quietly as possible.

In reply to Sederic (msg # 268):

The two goblins, who obviously cannot hold their liquor stagger past you obliviously, and head down the corridor from whence they came. You can see one of them swing the peculiar key that is chained to its wrist, spinning it in a circle. A slab of the wall themn swings open, obscuring them from view, and it starts to close...

"Mmmm.. Yess.. They'll be back at yon tavern soon, me thinks. We could try and get the key off them, when they do...Or I could probably get through the keyhole on my own, but I would only be able to take the clothes on my back, my sword, and perhaps a first aid kit. If I can get the key and let you all inside, while they sleep it off, we migh be able to steal them blind... What say ye? We may have to slay them... I can go in, and see if it's worth it, by making myself a vapor, and coming back out, to report my findings, and we can discuss a raid..., Mademoiselle?  Messieurs?"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 270):

"Did you see what they did with the key? They didn't stick it in the wall, they swung it!"

In reply to Evain Kalliope (msg # 271):

"So is it a secret door, or a magical secret door?"

In reply to Gaston Norral (msg # 272):
"Perhaps a secret door, with strange architecture, to aid in it's concealment?"
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 17:18, Thu 18 July 2019.

You could always detect magic

In reply to Narrator (msg # 274):

16:38, Today: Grimaldi rolled 13 using 3d6.  detect magic ~ 14. success by 1
"Let's see.." Grimaldi gestured and spoke magic words..
"Arcana Revelare!"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 275):

The 1yard area of wall where the goblins disappeared radiates faint magic.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 276):
"Well, now all we have to do is get that key, somehow.. I wonder what they're at, behind there... Doesn't seem to be much about we can do now, though. Let's finish with these signs, so we can get paid, and on with some real adventuring, rather than advertising."

This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 21:43, Fri 19 July 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 277):

"I think we would be better off waiting until they come out...bit risky to have just one person break in there alone I think. Unless there is a better reason than robbing a couple of drunk goblins..."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 278):

With the location marked, you head out toward the next intersection. You can smell the rank odor of lowgrade burning hemp.

Make a Northport area knowledge roll, IQ-4 as default.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 279):

19:34, Today: Grimaldi rolled 13 using 3d6.  area knowledge (northport) ~ 14. passed by 1

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 280):

You know that the hobgoblins in Northport are the primary growers ad consumers of hemp, as they also control the rope making guild. They are mostly preoccupied with sports and smoking.

"I smell hobgoblins smoking their reefer down here..."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 282):

"Sweet!I could use a hookup; Jiak nian ukmoke"
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:36, Wed 24 July 2019.

In reply to Gaston Norral (msg # 283):

14:09, Today: Grimaldi rolled 12 using 3d6.  area knowledge (northport) ~ 14.
"I know a druid that lives outside town a short ways, in the woods. He's also an botanist, horticulturist, and alchemist. He's popular with the wizards guild, and those in the know, come to him, when they need a good pouch of smoke, for their pipes. They call him Brannon the bountiful!"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 284):

"The hobs have a big hold down here,  practically their own city where they have their grow rooms and make rope. I hear they buy a lot of glowstones from the guild. I think their squat is inly connected to the rest of this place by drawbridges"

In reply to Evain Kalliope (msg # 285):

Grimaldi's eyes light up.
"Hey, I bet they'd love to know that there's a place to eat and drink down here! Let's go, and post the remnants of our signs around their drawbridges. It's sure to draw their patronage, which should please our employer very much, methinks."
This message was last edited by the player at 23:14, Wed 24 July 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 286):

"Sounds like good marketing...then we get paid. So lets go..."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 287):

You round the corner and can see three small red lights in the distance. The dank fumes are heavy, but not necessarily unpleasant.

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 288):

Sedrics hand goes to his blade.

"At last, something to feed my blade..." he mutters as he approaches...

"I'm with you, should they prove hostile... We should be alright, provided they don't think they can take us easily. I think they'll be mellowed by their smoking, but we shall see..."
Grimaldi said to Sederic, as he peered into the distance.
This message was last edited by the player at 08:51, Mon 29 July 2019.

As they spot your collection of lights, you see the small red lights go out.
A voice calls out, and Gaston responds to them. You hear deep laughter.

Three large greenskinned fellows in light armor with their hands away from the heavy swords at their waists approach, although one has a shouldered spear.

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 291):

"You guys have a city around here somewhere?"

"We'd like to tell you and your guild about a new tavern that has opened up down here, and put up some glowing signs that will direct the way. It's called Ashbury's Abattoir, so be sure to tell all of your friends!"

"A tavern, huh? What they got for eats? And you, you want a three silver pouch, or just enough to pack a pipe?"

"Assortments of savory and salty bar snacks, and your standard tavern fare. I expect bread, cheese, soups, stews, meat pies, maybe some pastries as well. Who are your neighbors down yonder? Those scar-headed, red-skinned goblins? They dropped in for a drink, or three."
This message was lightly edited by the player at 22:20, Tue 30 July 2019.

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 294):

"Whatcan I get for a silver?"

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 295):

A couple of them brighten at the idea of salty snacks, and one addresses Gaston
"Show me your coin and I will
Measure out a dime."
The lead one rubs his chin.
"We don't mess with them, they woek for management, and when they bring heavies, your best bet is to run. About fifteen years ago,there was one idiot who punted a couple of them off the bridge, you know, they always travel in pairs, and about a day later, six of them came along with two large orders of extra fugly, and an elf, and and dragged him off.
A few guys had tried to play Spartacus, and save him, but the elf looked at them and they got nosebleeds.
We leave those little guys the hell alone.
So where is this snackbar?"

In reply to Hobgoblin (msg # 297):

Grimaldi points back the way they came.
"Thanks for the tip. You'll see glowing signs along the way that will direct you. May we put up the rest of our signs around here? We've just about finished our work down here." Grimaldi replied amiably.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 298):

"Works for me."
His eye narrow,"Got any discount coupons?"

Grimaldi shrugged.
"You can tell him we sent you, and bargain with him over that, in exchange for your guild's regular patronage. No guarantees, but I think he'll be quite pleased with that notion, and may tailor things to your future needs..."
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 22:13, Tue 06 Aug 2019.

"Maybe we work out a trade with 'em, some of our product for theirs."

They slouch toward the next sign, and you are able to mount the others without further issue.

"That sounds like a fine idea. Good work! Let's get back to Ashbury's place."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 302):

"Sounds good to me. Any bandits down here we can incite to attack us so we can defeat them, for a reward of course?"

"That is also a fine idea! if'n a fellow was looking for trouble, where might he find it? And who might it be, deserving some righteous wrath, and not brigandage and murder?"
This message was last edited by the player at 21:37, Wed 07 Aug 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 304):

Meikka was sated by the blood of the poisonous rat thing; you haven't met many human sorts below yet. This floor seems more to be like streets between the different neighborhoods than a place where many creatures ate about.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 305):

"Or if there is nothing immediately nearby we could head back and find a mission that will pay us to kill something..."

"T'would be something to run into some blackguards, with their ill-gotten gains in tow..And some more skulls to take."
Grimaldi said with a disturbing matter-of-factness.
"But let us nay linger down here, and get our pay. I'm anxious to get on with something more rewarding, you know?"
This message was last edited by the player at 14:37, Mon 12 Aug 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 307):

"Well let's get back, so we can get paid, and I need to smoke a bowl."

In reply to Gaston Norral (msg # 308):

"Prefer to eat from bowls myself. Ok, lets head back and get paid."

Grimaldi will follow the others back, keeping alert.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 310):

You follow the signs back without incident and hear the voices of hobgoblins and orcs bantering. Apparently, one of the hobs was on a rival sporting team to Bartolemu the guard working with Lourdad, and are talking about old times.

Grimaldi comes in grinning slightly, and looks about the tavern, nodding. He finds Martin:
"I think we've done well, advertising the place today, but give it some time.. You'll see!"
This message was last edited by the player at 19:10, Fri 16 Aug 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 312):

"We had five customers in as many hours. The Ropemakers Guild  may be bringing us some of their stock. That pair of goblins... their coinage was rather interesting. I have seen the old imperial coins, and occasionally some of the older goblin currency, but what they had was much older... and had some disturbing glyphs on them. Money is money, but do me a favor and let me see anything you find that looks like this."

 He holds out two coins with raised edges, and some irregular markings.

In reply to Martin Haight (msg # 313):

"I should like to find out more about them.. They have odd auras, and look to have been lobotomized. The rope guild told us they don't mess with them anymore, after they showed up with some powerful pay-back..."
Grimaldi comes closer to examine the coins.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 314):

Make an occultism roll at -2 or hidden lore magical writings... Let me kow what languages and hidden lore you have

In reply to Narrator (msg # 315):

11:51, Today: Grimaldi rolled 8 using 3d6.  research 14 -4, 10 or less. Grimaldi speaks Aralaise, only.
Grimaldi recalls something about these, from his studies...
This message was last edited by the player at 15:53, Sun 18 Aug 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 316):

It looks vaguely like elder script!

In reply to Narrator (msg # 317):
"Martin, these look like elder script, to me... Which doesn't bode well."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 318):

"These are petty goblins. What are they doing with elder coins?"

In reply to Martin Haight (msg # 319):
"From what I have seen of them, and from what the rope guild had told us, they seem to be the minions of someone much more powerful. The hobgoblins told us that there was an elf with them, who could cause nosebleeds, with a glance... perhaps this "elf", is an elder thing.."
This message was last edited by the player at 06:39, Tue 20 Aug 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 320):

"Any way we can get some more info?"

In reply to Sederic (msg # 321):
"I'm sure a sage, could give some detailed information, for a silver piece, or two."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 322):

"These are only coppers. Be worth it if I had a fat stack, and a ready buyer... speaking of silver, I have three each for you, and a silver and ten for the help."

"Thanks, Martin."
Grimaldi deposits his silver into his pouch.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 324):

"Silver is always good. Thanks."

In reply to Sederic (msg # 325):

You take turns cranking the elevator chain back up, and the breeze coming through the  open doors of the tavern refresh you as to why this place is called the Abattoir.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 326):

"I guess we head back to the guild, right?"

In reply to Sederic (msg # 327):
"Aye, we're out of work, now."
OOC: how many CP did we earn?
This message was last edited by the player at 16:38, Sat 24 Aug 2019.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 328):

Narrator Two apiece, plus $120 each. The folks from Cultists by the Docks should be there shortly