2: The Embers That Still Burn.   Posted by The GM.Group: 0
Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Thu 23 May 2019
at 10:52
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
To Rand, "At this moment, I think it best to wait for introductions. It is a good thought, tuck that ina pocket, something for later, after we see a bit more of our opponent's cards."

To Olou, "Waiting is a good thing.  A skill necessary for wisdom.

Plenty of time to play games and move about the board.  Those times are rapidly coming upon us.

My apologies, I have many errands and an Ogre I must charm, hell hounds to tame
."

With a consoling look and a ready wink of mischievousness, Tremor takes his leave with Tap.
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Tue 28 May 2019
at 04:16
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
A pile of rubble took them west over the harbor wall and then down the other side. It had been a human-sized mansion built unfortunately atop a floating chunk of giant work. When the chunk had finally given up hovering, down the whole had come. But it provided access over the wall there that was mostly a convenience. They followed the wall north along through Saltire past the Rubble Warren. As they came up onto the open pit of boulders and masonry Tremor thought he glimpsed about a dozen children playing, but a brick fell, and clattered noisily into the pit. At the sound, the children vanished into hiding behind chunks of rock and rubble.
As they walked past the opening to the rubble pit Tremor saw one of the children sitting atop a fourteen foot pillar of the yellow stone, rubbing his nose.
Tap
Tap addressed Tremor as they walked: "Do you know what the Tulita warrior meant when he asked you about associating with 'made-ones?'"

OOC: please generate for me three perception checks, and three intuition checks, for use as you go along.
Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Tue 28 May 2019
at 05:32
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.


Ah, scampering youth of Stormreach, innocent, unless you knew them to be employed as eyes.

"I know almost nothing of Tulita culture or history.

My supposition is that, unlike those of flesh, who are, can be.. most often referred to as born, that by 'made' it was a reference to the only life in the room that was not flesh, you, Tap.

The larger implication, which as a part of language is known as implicit, that you, a 'Made-one' were not to be associated with, the language and deliver of emotion connotes that association with a 'Made-one' is undesirable or unacceptable by custom or reason belonging to history.

In a larger sense he was applying shame for breaking what should be known to all as a fact and that I did not, and he had to point it out by speaking it, means to draw the attention of all others present.

Thus creating a social dynamic of Parent to child or perhaps Wise to unwise.

I answered using the language of a warrior, one he was sure to understand.
It falls under the category of rhetoric known as 'reductio ad absurdum,' where I the unarmed speaker, pose no physical threat to a seasoned Tulita warrior.

Aided a change in demeanor.
"


22:08, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 17,18,10,16,7,12 using d20+5,d20+5,d20+5,d20+5,d20+5,d20+5 with rolls of 12,13,5,11,2,7.

Perception 1, 17
Perception 2, 18
Perception 3, 10

Insight 1, 16
Insight 2, 7
Insight 3, 12

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Sat 1 Jun 2019
at 07:55
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
Tap
"I understand you. What I meant was had you hear the tales that the Tulita share about my kind? They are memories from long ago, and I do not think they are wrong. I am certain that we were particularly unpleasant to the drow antecedents, when the giants ruled all.

I understand fearing things that have cause one harm. I am fearful of these too. But I am glad that you changed his demeanor."
Tremor eyed the watchful urchin, just as he was certain the urchin eyed him. The youth made Tremor think again on Olou. That one was curious. It seemed to Tremor that the young Tulita's aquiessence was a bit too preemptive. Olou may not have taken his gentle 'no' for an answer. He looked, but it was not Olou who followed them. One of the young ones from the pit walked along the street after them. Not close, not nearly close enough to catch. But the youth paused when they paused, and sped up when they sped up. Past the honey scent of the Beehive pastries Tremor detoured to the east. Another child squatted on a makeshift widow's walk near the pastry shop. He rubbed his nose. When Tap and Tremor reached Eldred’s pool he quickened his pace, walking around the inhuman fountain to put the ornate, alien thing between them and the others.

Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Sat 8 Jun 2019
at 11:59
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
The matter at hand, was not the catch, but the loss of knowing who did the following. How many confederates worked together. If they shook the one they knew, then that left them at the mercy of those they were unaware of.

Never to early in the day to play the game.


Tremor needed to know who was being signaled and how many were in the signal group.

A plan formed in his head. Find a building with a roof with good sight lines and not easily covered from one vantage. Tremor would direct himself and Rap inside then find a way to climb to the roof, stealth and look for the one he knew to catch up and then signal, then follow to who0m he signaled and others.

As they walked and tremor surveyed, now no longer headed for the destination he originally intended.


To Tap, "Language is a field of traps and pits, littered admist what might seem a flat and grassy green plane.

Tap you inflected and used the interrogative, rather than declarative.

If you simply anted me to know that you meant had I heard the stories.  Listening is as important as speaking.

With an open question, you are implying that there was insufficient information and that more needs to be given.

When I said, 'I  know almost nothing of Tulita culture or history.' that was to say, I have not heard anything of the Tulita stories, whether of your kind, in their history, or any other form of story or history on any subject.

If that was not specific enough, I apologize.

I am no Korranburg Historian Master, what  know of history is what I skimmed form the chapter titles and every third sentence. If you say the Giants created some ancestor, I believe you and I believe the Giants enslaved everyone around them, if you take everything Elves tell us at face value.

Some time soon I will have to find this Drow leader outside the city and have a chat.

Now pay attention.  This looks like a good place. We will walk past it, then turn around and walk back to it.  Go inside and pretend to shop.  I will climb up and see what I can make of those following us.

If I do not find you in the shop in a half bell, go back to the fountain we passed and wait for me
."

05:04, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 19,13,19,23 using d20+6,d20+9,d20+5,d20+7 with rolls of 13,4,14,16.
Climb +6, 19
Stealth+9, 13
Percept +5, 19
Investigation +7, 23


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Wed 12 Jun 2019
at 04:51
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
Tap
"'Language is a virus.'" Tremor recognised the quote from Necrooman. "I believe my question was c-c-c-correctly framed. But I ac-c-c-ept your suggestion. My tolerances have not been correct for a long time. You will have to forgive me. My knowledge is still incomplete. P-parts are missing. Or damaged. When you return I will tell you why it is called Eldred's pool, although Eldred did not make it, nor did he own it."
Despite this self-deprecation, the warforged paid attention and asked the shopkeep for the price of an Item on the floor just as Tremor hoisted himself up over the eaves.
The roof held little in the way of cover, and Tremor knew that if the sun was to be counted an observer, that he was found. But it was such a bright day, even this early, that any eyes that would be searching were turned down, to the blessed shade. Nevertheless, Tremor hastened to an ornate corner decoration. Tremor could hear Tap, just below indicating that the price was too much, and subsequently asking what the object was for. The commotion would be sufficient, Tremor judged to occupy the attention for the youth that followed, as their shadow had seen them together. He moved from on roof to another without any witness, until he'd reached a portion of raised netting that profided some shade. Tremor glanced up and down, to be sure he was concealed before moving further.
It was literally child's play. The youth signaled to a couple making as if to play a hopping game with rope. A moment's observation led tremor up a balcony and around a corner. Another child was there receiving the signals. He turned to meet with some thuggish brutes who were hastening up from the gate by the Rubble Warren. These Tremor recognized. They were the same guards who had confronted the Lady Ramires the day before. Doubtless it was Tap who the youths had been asked to keep tabs on, in hopes that they might be able to obtain the warforged's purse through the aid of guttersnipes. City Guard could feasibly 'apprehend' a rascal from off the streets and relieve them of their booty, but letting them off with a warning, and a handful of coins. Tremor recalled Tap's declaration that there had been such robberies before, and wondered that Tap had any possessions remaining.
Tremor moved closer, an educated risk to hear the words the Guard had for the child.

"Oi, you found the stupid halfling and the stupid warforged?"

Tremor did not hear the child's quiet reply, but the guard's response was clear: "Right! One o' you gets 'is bag an' we'll make sure yer git's some o' the coin."
Again the youth was too faint to hear. Tremor  put his hand to his ear; the youth was so faint it was just a whisper, but his head shook in the negative.

"Too chicken? Fine! Then we'll manage without you lot."

And with that, the three guards headed towards the shop, double time. Tremor considered; if he moved quickly he could get to where Tap was slightly before the corrupt guards. If he wished to remain unseen, though, he would end up behind them by the time  they arrived. Or, Tremor judged, there was ample opportunity to ambush them from above before the guards even came near the shop.

It was true what they said: Stormreach was the city of opportunities.


Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Fri 14 Jun 2019
at 02:04
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.


Ambush for delay. Tremor drew his knife and stepped to cut nets, and drop any lines that could foul the march of the armed men. It may mean not reaching, Storm reach, what reach do storms have? But the chance to hector and beset the armed men had to happen now and hopefully without them seeing it was a Halfling.

Anuything that could be used, cut to create hazard, Tremor will attempt, while moving in the direction of Tap.


Disguising his voice , yelling "Fire! Fire! It's Burning!|


19:08, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 15,20,8,17 using d20+9,d20+6,d20+6,d20+5 with rolls of 6,14,2,12.  Stealth, Sleight of Hand, Acrobatics, Performance.

19:14, Today: Tremor Enkau Valevine rolled 4 using 1d6 with rolls of 4.  Hero Point to Acrobatics.

Stealth, 15
Sleight of Hand, 20
Acrobatics, 8 +4 HP = 12
Performance, 17


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Fri 14 Jun 2019
at 15:04
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
Given three options, it was only natural for Tremor to choose the fourth. Briefly he wondered if this might be a symptom of the matter that Lazarumbear's warning had touched on. But no, this was not that, and anyhow he was not making a fourth; he was blending the three.

From his vantage it was easy to avoid discovery. Tremor was atop the roofs, and the bright sun discouraged looking up. That bought him the opportunity to bring down a huge swath of netting and the associated timber. The next would have to come from a different aspect, but a line of clothes hung on a pulley made it quite simple to bring down additional debris from the opposite side of the street.

Tremor could hear the guard's frustration mount as they encountered a sudden, inexplicable set of obstacles. There were shouts from the street; to be expected. Tremor took a moment to observe the seven titanic statues of the Titanswalk; it was a perfect venue to observe the ancient relics, and Tremor wondered if Jaliah would appreciate it. Racing past the statues, Tremor scoured the Square; there was very little rigging above the wealthy section of Silverwall, but the Square included a tangle of debris. Scraping the edge of his blade along the blocks sent the contents of a precarious home down to the street. Then he hurled the blade to cut a rope across the street, bringing wood and netting down.

He'd kept out of sight, keeping track of his quarry by the sounds of frustrated guards, and the shrieks of discomfited citizens. It was working; He'd developed an appreciable lead, but he'd still need to cross the square to where Tap had presumably continued to dicker over what constituted 'good' bric-a-brac.

Deft use of his swing line brought him swiftly down to street level. Too swiftly, landing on an uneven bit of cobblestone. There was pain--the ankle, not so much a hazard as an annoyance, as his momentum carried him in front of a candlemaker's shop. A table there with several lit tapers inspired him. Tremor whispered 'fire,' then shouted 'Fire!' There was one of the Rubble Warren children there, standing beside the table. A girl, through dirty, it was impossible to tell if her grin held affection or menace. She tore the cloth from the table and spilled the burning candles down before flinging the cloth over the head of the startled shopkeeper.

As Tremor set off on a flat-out sprint across the plaza away from the fire, he risked a look back; the waif was still grinning at him, and she put her finger up to rub her nose.

Back on the far side of Eldred's pool, the peculiar statues in the center gave sufficient cover from the fracas by the candlemaker. By the sound of it the guards were now being exhorted to assist with extinguishing a small fire. He doubted they would, but the delay was enough. There was Tap, holding a figurine of a cat; its paws waggling. "Do you have one of these in the form of a dog?" Tap turned at Tremor's approach.

OOC: (1d3 damage for the blown acrobatics)
Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Sat 15 Jun 2019
at 12:00
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.


The mind can walk many paths at once, they split the concentration, leaving the dangers of absent attention to needful things like navigation and movement. Fortunately training and practice allows mitigation of... some of the pitfalls.

Diversion, deception, deceit.


Slowing his pace and pitting a hand up to pat the 'forged as greeting.

"Have you found a gift to pay our respects? A dog, oh, good choice. Let's finish here now, wouldn't want to be late."

A light enough touch to both encourage speed and give a trail to the guards, should they inquire, perhaps putting together the unspoken destination as Delera's Watch.

The use of the Cant by the young waif, Tremor resolved to track her down and make a gesture of gratitude.

Keeping the transaction short or bringing it to finality, Tremor moves on t move Tap and himself away and in the direction one might go to the Watch, only then to turn away once out of range of the shop, and continue to his original destination, the tailor.

"We have persistent foes.  The attempts to take the coin from you, us, continue.
There are guards who have been hired or perhaps brokered who are right now trying to accost us, I managed to spot those they employed to follow us, and delayed them by a few tens of steps. This is going to be a problem  unless I can determine who they take orders from.

They have been confounded by the Traveler and underestimated us. The time may come soon when that notion expires, to be replaced with a healthier respect for our slipperiness.

I am caught between now delaying the visit to the tailor for following the guards back to who they must report failure.. again. The counter weight is time, how much can I afford to fritter away in hopes I could follow them.

How much have you left from the original sum entrusted to you Tap
?"
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Sun 23 Jun 2019
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Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
Tap
"Not a dog. I am sorry. We are finished. Thank you, shopkeeper, but we are looking for a dog." Tap allowed itself to be guided at the accelerated rate. Then once the turns and redirections were complete, Tap said in a quieter voice "I have somewhat over three hundred gold pieces; that are stored within my abdomen. Is that sufficient?" Tap took a few more steps and then said: "Oh. It is sufficient enough for them to wish to do harm in order to acquire. I see. Many guards are not honest. It would not take a mastermind to deduce that we have these funds. It is the Lassiter's party. Perhaps the fear of a Lassiter's anger was insufficient to dissuade the attempt."
As they walked Tremor ensured that the Traveler would again confound any followers, and this time he took care that the children and beggars on the streets were included in his list of those to be misdirected. In this way they discovered three back doors from various shops, an alley which seemed completely cut off from any other street, and Tap noticed two entirely new stone heads; this seemed to please Tap enormously.
Tap
"I would imagine that the relative honesty of the guards might be known to those who live or work on the streets; if you to find these guards again at a time of your choosing, I do not think it would be difficult."
A ramshackle set of benches were constructed along a wall, and when they ascended them Tremor could see that they provided a view over one wall of the Red Ring. There were no fights there at the moment; Tremor realized these would be the 'cheap seats' where the gladiatorial combats could be seen without paying the entrance fee. For Tremor they were just more large steps to climb. Getting down off the wall onto the Respite side was more difficult. The district of Respite was well maintained with none of the debris, fishing nets, of rubble scattered about that would have otherwise served. A sprawling Banyan tree served nicely, however, and the pair were soon walking through the pleasant and surprisingly cool district of Respite. Several well-made buildings nestled under the shade of trees, not clumped together as the ones in Locksmith's square, but spaced apart, and with small gardens about them. One building bore a sign that looked like a large open hand; another was a large feather. A spool of thread and a needle across it marked Nat'reths Fabric.

Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Fri 28 Jun 2019
at 10:35
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.

Tap was correct, the streets would know of these two and now, Tremor could describe them and with a little help from the Traveler, find them.

Now it was the prospect of the street networks, the eyes and ears, eve hand, as he had found out. They needed to become allies.

It was fine to hear Tap expound on possibilities, and there were some he had not thought of, not spoken of, or not imagined. Garreg still seemed the most likely, he would know who was assigned, who had been dispersed the coins and with... though why go through a cutpurse? Why bring the guards in and then have the guards bring in a cutpurse? Right person for the right job? The guard cursed both himself and Tap as stupid, yet they knew the failure of the cutpurse. maybe greed, not wanting to spend more coin or favor and just do it themselves and they pressed, perhaps having a limit within which it needed to be done, say.. before Tremor next reported.

"Tap, you were given all the gold to spend by Garreg? Every time you have done this before always the same person gave you the coin to spend?"

Tremor stopped just before they could get close to Nat'reths Fabric.

It was a lot of money, could wipe out gambling debts, a stake in some sort of investment, buy an expensive gift or token of affection or just put a boot to the throat of a friendly, earnest, hard working, charming Halfling.

The motive is the interesting thing.

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Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
Tap
"No. Garreg was not the manager until this past month. Maarten d'Tann was the previous manager. He seemed a much nicer person. This is the first big party since that change took place. Ser Maarten did not say that he was going on an expedition into the jungles, but that is what Garreg said he did."

After some discussion, it turned out that Tap was fairly cautious, even to the point of embarrassment, about showing how his body operated. Tremor mused that the amount of trust Tap had in the halfling might be greater than he'd thought.

And while it was possible that the crime was of hal-planned opportunity, Tremor felt that with the additional information about the previous manager, whose name he'd heard before in connection with the production of kuryeva, and who Tremor had been informed was negotiating some kind of deal with House Ghallanda. Now at least there was a clue as to why he'd not pressed forward with the deal. Strange that Garreg had never mentioned d'Taan.

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Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Thu 11 Jul 2019
at 03:28
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
"You have not mentioned Maarten d'Tann before. Tell me, start form the beginning, when did you meet him, what were his duties.

You mentioned you liked him, did anyone not get along with him? Were there problems, whether personal or business
?"


Tremor will again try to coax and move the conversation around the actions both in the Distillery and outside of it. Paying attention to probe deeper on any connection to an expedition into Xen'Drik, which sounds to his ear as a way to simply explain a disappear an inconvenient person. What did Maarten d'Tann find or know?
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at 12:08
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
Tap seemed quite content to review the details of the brewhouse's day-to-day workings, and Tremor had to gently guide the 'forged away from ephemera and towards topics that held import. Tremor recalled that Tremor's cousin Arcadenweth d'Ghallanda had said that Maarten d'Taan had been managing a deal with someone and the House to provide an export solution for kuryeva.

Tremor gathered from Tap's innocent questions that the halfling d'Taan might have been placing himself at a position of profit in light of this negotiation. D'Taan had come to Stormreach two years previously, and offered his services as a skilled manager and restaurateur. He also ingratiated himself with the Stormreach social scene, and may have been the impetus for Varen Lassite's hosting of parties at Molou's. Although the tavern had been started by one of the city's founders, the family business (which had been a labor of love for Molou Lassite) was not as keenly looked after. The brewing and selling of the drink brought money, but it did not bring the family the kind of status that young Varen Lassite craved. Maarten changed all that; remodeling the bottle-production into a large, tastefully rustic venue, which catered to a crowd of nobles and socialites. He played up the 'artisan', the 'craft' and the exotic; bringing in foods from all over the city and providing a one-of-a kind experience for his well-off customers.  The tavern did well, and Maarten d'Taan rose in status at Molou's. When the elder Lassite, Volen, began to take ill, Maarten d'Taan began to manage the distillery full-time.

D'Taan would speak with Tap, not just giving instruction, but showing interest in the warforged's status and care. There are other ways of showing hospitality than just providing food and drink. Tap said that Maarten was a pleasant person to be around, and told stories that were called 'jokes,' and often ended with someone falling into a sewer. Tap averred that he'd once fallen into a sewer, and that it was to be avoided. Maarten thereafter ended his jokes with Tap's assertion that falling into the sewer was to be avoided.

He was not an expeditionary type of person, though. There are (and were) expeditions into the jungles to procure the kuryeva fruits, and d'Taan managed their scheduling and outfitting; but never accompanied them. He said they were 'too dangerous,' but wanted to do what he could to secure the expeditions from harm. The fact that these 'shopping trips' as Garreg called them now, were unpredictably dangerous seemed to d'Taan an unsound aspect of the business. On the Continent, one in his position would entail a small squad of Deneith to accompany the Tulita bearers and workers, but there was no assistance from the House here. Maarten engaged guards of the sort that one could find in Stormreach; but found their unprofessional conduct generally caused as much misfortune as they prevented.

This was how Garreg came to be involved; as guard and wrangler for the kuryeva expeditions. He'd had experience at some tavern called Barrett's Barnacle which Tap said was far outside of town. Garreg formed a group of roughs and toughs who, though unseemly, were at least effective in keeping the expeditions from disaster.

It was clear that d'Taan was conflicted still. The primary source of the kuryeva was still a mystery; Tap recalled overhearing Maarten conducting quiet interviews with the Tulita workers and some of Garreg's toughs to try to ascertain just where they were searching and harvesting the fruit. But d'Taan was not adventurous enough to go along, especially once the Jorasco Enclave ceased their resurrection services. The Tulita were uncooperative as well, keeping their own counsel either through pride or fear, and giving d'Taan only enigmatic looks instead of the cheery assistance that a Ghallandan scion was accustomed to.

But the Tulita's stoic nature was not impervious. There was a priest of the Silver Flame: Archibald Noeliss would offer the drow natives succor and healing, and the halfling called Capshaw said that he'd had conversations with Tulita that extended beyond two sentences. This was the path that would lead Maarten to discovering the secrets of the jungle, and he'd never need venture out of the city.

And then, Tap concluded, he ventured out of the city, according to Garreg. When Maarten left, a manager was needed, and Garreg offered himself as the interim solution. Volen was too ill to take up the task. Garreg's toughs took up many of the positions in the distillery, and dismissed some of the employees that d'Taan had hand-picked. Tap, they kept, as the warforged was an uncomplaining worker who would suffer no ill effects from cleaning the toxic sludge that was generated by the kuryeva production. When Maarten did not return, Garreg simply made his managerial position permanent.

Meanwhile the 'shopping trips' have gone back to being unpredictable and dangerous; but Garreg has proposed some new recipes for the kuryeva liquor that seems to have become popular, and require less of the kuryeva fruit.
Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Mon 22 Jul 2019
at 08:37
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
It was sobering and the inferences that formed from the fulsome history Tap provided.. that put Garreg on the dangerous, if not murderous, list.

And Garreg demanded an audience and Tremor had to walk in to a small office, elevated above the floor, with locked and secured windows, not to mention unbefriended, as yet, hounds.

Which meant he must arrive with witnesses and it seem the proper thing. Which means a report to the guard and perhaps that meant Steeljack. Someone was interfering and targeted them for thievery. Who knows where that might lead?

The carts, the origin of the fruit, the drow; Tulita. Outside the city, Barrett's Barnacle.

Garreg, altering the craft of the fruit, was he smart enough, or just the hands being moved by some other?

Jorasco, suspending... why?

Well, the Karrnathi had a saying, Anfangen ist leicht, beharren eine Kunst.
"To begin is easy, to persist is an art."

"Tap, thank you for answering my questions. Many things trouble me, we do not have the luxury today to delve them, many tasks lie ahead of us.

Onward to the tailor
."
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Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
Tap
"I hope that I have not added to your troubles or tasks. I sometimes feel that I am not as helpful as I desire to be. I do not understand many things."
Nat'reths Fabric
Nat'reths Fabric was a very large building; the door must have been ten feet tall, and so Tremor might have felt a little smaller than usual. Inside, there was a wide variety of clothing sizes, with racks that held suits that would have fit Tremor as a child, and a range of clothes that one would presume were meant for ogres or even giants. Tap looked about. There were two large floors of clothing to select from; it appeared as though the smaller sizes were predominantly up stairs. There were more clothes that were geared toward male apparel, and only about a third seemed fit for special occasions.

Tremor noticed a half-giant peering through massive spectacles who was laboriously threading a needle. From the second floor balustrade, which looked down onto the entryway came a voice.

"Welcome to Nat'reth's! 'Big or tall, short or small, we have fashionss to fit them all!'"

Tap
"Like this. Why are there so many different clothes? I understand the size differential, but why so many colors?"

GM edit: I forgot Tap's response

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Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Mon 29 Jul 2019
at 03:58
Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
"Tap, know this one thing, keep it as a treasure when you think of me or.. you and I together, where ever that might be.

That thing is honesty.

You have been honest with me, given me honest council. That has value, almost beyond most traits accept for love, though it could be argued honesty is a form of love.  It has not taken years, we have not suffered the slings and arrow of outrageous fortune, at least, not yet. Nor have we served together on a battlefield and put our life in the hands of the other. These... forces are usually the bonds that bring complete honesty.

Just know that and it should dispel all disquieting thoughts you have about being of use or being helpful. No trouble could you be while being honest
."

As thee enormous shop came into view and as the Halfling passed through the gates of that City-State, as small prayer came to Tremor's mind, and a lesson from the Bear on display of wonder and the theatrical effect of scale as distraction and misdirection.

The mind went to seek the dimensions and signs of egress in the floor plan.

At the sound of the voice, Tremor turned to face the origin of the greeting.
"Good Day. I need speak to a seamstress or tailor who knows how to flatter a Ladies form, yet.. can allow for a certain martial proclivity."



"Oh, the dissertation I could give you as an answer to that question. The answer must wait, as our time here must turn to the task at hand. Just follow along, mayhap the answer will come to you as we engage the craftsmen here."

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The GM
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Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
The voice was moving; Tremor heard the footsteps circling the balcony toward the flight of stairs that led to the first floor. "'Martial proclivity?' You mean a dancer? what size? What height, what girth? How many stones does she weigh? And how do you wish her form flattered? Does she wish to show décolletage? Or more? Bare back? Belly-button? Does she have a belly-button? Any tattoos or piercings? Should we conceal or reveal? Dragonmarked? I have some lovely accessories for dragonmarks" All the while the speaker remained hidden from view as he stepped down the stairs.
Tap
"That is a lot of requests for detail. I have an accurate recall of her physical measurements, if you need."
The Tailor
The tailor emerged from the stairway and Tremor saw him clearly: "I can even fit her if she's a giantess! Or a gnome, though the gnomes tend to be less... martial." He was a kobold.

Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Mon 5 Aug 2019
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"All of these are worthy questions and shall have answers.

I am Tremor Enkau Valevine. The Lady in question shall be arriving... soon.

The greatest need is the short hours I have to give. Thee will be an event in two days time and I nee to know that the garment in its totality can be completed and fitted by that sunfall
."


Tremor readies himself for the protests and agony imposed, but his training will aid him to detect the true motives and whether an honest deal can be struck.
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Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
The Tailor
"If you can indicate her preferences, and she herself is present before the event; I am sure we can provide your needs. If you wish to choose from these dresses which are already mostly assembled, we can adjust and hem and provide you just what you wish."

Tremor could tell that this was an honest worker; though he did make attempts to direct the custom towards more expensive dresses and cloth, it was not untoward when Tremor expressed his preferences. The point about having the actual Lady present was conceded; Tremor could gesture with accuracy, but there would not be a comparison. In fact, Tremor was impressed by the reasonable costs the tailor rattled off. Tremor looked around at the large stock, and the notable lack of customers. The fabric store might be facing slim times, but one could hardly tell from the attitude of the tailor.

Tremor Enkau Valevine
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Thu 15 Aug 2019
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The Halfling moves to the dresses that rest on forms, looking at the fabric, pattern.

"I am interested in neutral greys, the palette should be without any primary colors, it should speak to nothing but passivity.

May I see the bolts you have in that range? Also, I have a great need to meet the tailor that will be working on this dress
."

Tremor will turn and look expectantly, communicating that he wanted to know to whom he was speaking.
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Thy Tailor
"I am Thy. Thy tailor. At your service. Pray observe these bolts. This here is the standard cloth. Even this we ensure is one hundred threads to the inch. But you wish something more, I sense. You said 'Lady'. And with, I deduce, a certain affection. You said 'martial proclivity', so she will need both flexibility, and that ethereal quality of cloth that is not achieved through inferior products. But why do you feel the need to meet the tailor? We are all professionals here."

And with that; Tremor knew the kobold was a liar.

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"Because where I was raised, we believe in looking professionals in the eye, so there is no mistaken delivery of detail or design.  I want to see the craft at work and see the eyes shift from what is seen to that which is devised by artistic talent."

It was enough for now to feel the cloth, and look beyond th ebolts in anticipation of meeting whomever would be summoned.
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Re: 2: The Embers That Still Burn.
Thy Tailor
He looked Tremor in the eye. "As you wish. As I said, I am Thy. These are samples of my work:" he gestured to a rack of dresses and then pointed to a rack of men's suits. Tap stepped over to inspect them. Tremor had seen high fashion in a number of countries, Stormreach seemed to welcom them all. There were high necked gowns, and others with plunging necklines or backs, or both. Tremor looked at the stitching, which was close and even. The decorative work was excellent. There was lace, and beadwork and a patterning of cross-stitch which had been popular in Zilargo when Tremor was at school. He recalled that Cassia had favored these.
Tap
"These are fitted with pockets on the inside, and the outside."
Thy Tailor
"Indeed. The clothing is meant to be both practical, and well received. I do not skimp on quality."
Tremor knew he spoke the truth, both from his observation of the clothes and the kobold. This was not where he had bent the truth.
"This is High-hand."

High-hand was a furry, burly, half-giant who seemed to be stitching a patch onto a sail, judging the quality and quantity of the fabric. He looked up at his name, and perhaps smiled, though it was difficult to say with the quantity of whiskers he possessed.

"High-hand will not be working on your lady's gown, as the minuteness of the stitching of such things for anything smaller than a half-ogre is still beyond him. But we do hope he will continue to improve."
High-hand grunted something in a giantish-sounding tongue, and nodded, and maybe-smiled even more. Then redoubled his efforts to make neat the stitches in the sail-cloth.

He looked about, as if realizing where he stood and pointed in another direction. "This is where we stock our finest undergarments, if you would see?"
But Tremor had his head on a swivel. From this position he spotted the kobold in the turban, who perched on the sill of a window on the second floor. This one had no interest on the goings on. The kobold in the turbin was gazing out the window. This one was not professional.

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"Well met Thy, your work is exactly what the Lady requires. You have the colors I require.  What do you suggest for a hat? Something plain, that does not imply any authority."

Tremor's eyes will keep the turbaned Kobold in his eyesight, but not look directly at him, looking for what, if any reaction he may have.

"Your shop is named Nat'reths Fabric, for who or what is it named after?"