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Post by GreyWolfVT on May 23, 2018 12:06:16 GMT -8
Jaeron inwardly feels dismayed at the condition of this church clears his throat to see if he can get the attention of the only other being in the room. "Uh, hello? Is this the church of Gonto?" the gnome asks hoping for some sort of an answer.
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Post by Bishgada on May 23, 2018 12:09:46 GMT -8
Senllip plan to go a bit by the shore and then to the market to find fresh meal, but noticing Jaeron stares he is willing to change his plans. "Let's explore the city a bit." he smiles.
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Post by GravityEmblem on May 23, 2018 17:27:24 GMT -8
"Do you need some help?" Johannes asks the Dwarf kindly. "I just came here to pray, but it looks like you could use some assistance."
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Post by HorizonsDream on May 23, 2018 19:12:02 GMT -8
"My name is Kalana Ioane," Kalana says. "And just tell him that I would like to meet him down here in the common room in the afternoon as I have to return to my ship during the evenings," she explains. "Thank you," she adds as she hands the two of them three gold pieces each. With that done, she moves over to where she sees her gambling gang hanging out. "Well, hello boys," she says in her normal jovial manner as she pulls up a chair. "What are the plans for today?" she asks.
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Post by notARobot on May 24, 2018 7:25:04 GMT -8
The harbormaster smirks and leans back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. "I keep good records here, Durgen’len. If the ship you are looking for has harbored here, I have records of when it arrived, when it left, and if it's still here. I also would know what the captain declared--their reason for visiting--and if the crew caused any trouble while here, loaded or unloaded any cargo, and hired or fired any crew." "Hmm," Mathias says, stroking the scratchy thicket of hair upon his chin. "Yes, I think that'll do. Go ahead and retrieve these records, and place 'em on the table here so I can confirm they exist. Then I believe we can conduct business."
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Post by Daos on May 24, 2018 10:43:59 GMT -8
Kalana Ioane (Queen of Harts, Common Room)"Kalana!" the lads cheer, hooting, clapping and banging on the table.
"It's shore leave," Nalu replies once they quiet down. "That means women, ale and gambling!"
"Will you join us?" asks Donato.
"Yeah, I want a chance to win some of my gold back!" Acel adds.
Senllip (Marketplace) Jaeron instead heads off on his own, so Senllip heads for the marketplace alone. Luckily, that's not too far away. He makes his way through the harbor, the slums and to the market area. It has been about four years since Senllip was last in the city, and it hasn't changed much since he attended schooling here. He knows all the short cuts through alleys and lawns to get to where he wants, avoiding the throngs of people on the main roads.
Once he arrives at the marketplace, he finds it exactly as he remembers it. It reminds him of the many days he cut class to roam around here, window shopping (and shoplifting) while taking in the exotic sights and sounds of the many people of the city. Just about anything he could think to buy is on sale somewhere in the marketplace, either in a shop or at a vendor's stand.
Mathias Blackcairn (Harbormaster's Office)The harbormaster frowns at the accusation of deception, but shrugs and unlocks a drawer in his desk. He then retrieves a rather thick tome and sets it on the table in front of him. "This is for the year so far. If you want to look further back than that, I keep my older logs elsewhere."
If the harbormaster has told any lies so far, Mathias is unable to tell.
Jaeron Dernfog (Temple of Obedience)The elf suddenly jumps to his feet, as if startled. "Andaran atish’an! No, I mean, welcome to the Temple of Obedience. Huh?" He looks left to right, puzzled, then glances downward to catch sight of Jaeron. "Oh, you're...you're a kohen. Just like...me. Oh, I see." He lowers his head. "Well, I knew this day would come. It was only a matter of time. I suppose it was the temple in Paradise City that sent you?" He pulls out a key from his pouch and hands it to Jaeron. "There's a room in the back with a cot to sleep. I will, of course, remove my things post haste. I'm certain you'll have more success than I ever had. After having failed here, I can only imagine what my next assignment will be. Probably up in the frozen wastelands of Crizzara. I suppose I probably deserve such a fate."
Johannas Barnsley (Temple of Octhanus)The dwarven acolyte pauses as she moves between patients, to look up at Johannas. She has red hair and bright blue eyes. "Help? I don't know you, but if you're offering to volunteer, we're happy to have you. Do you have any particular skills we can use?" she asks. Despite how beleaguered she seems, her demeanor comes off as cheery and friendly.
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Post by GreyWolfVT on May 24, 2018 11:00:31 GMT -8
Jaeron Dernfog (Temple of Obedience)The elf suddenly jumps to his feet, as if startled. "Andaran atish’an! No, I mean, welcome to the Temple of Obedience. Huh?" He looks left to right, puzzled, then glances downward to catch sight of Jaeron. "Oh, you're...you're a kohen. Just like...me. Oh, I see." He lowers his head. "Well, I knew this day would come. It was only a matter of time. I suppose it was the temple in Paradise City that sent you?" He pulls out a key from his pouch and hands it to Jaeron. "There's a room in the back with a cot to sleep. I will, of course, remove my things post haste. I'm certain you'll have more success than I ever had. After having failed here, I can only imagine what my next assignment will be. Probably up in the frozen wastelands of Crizzara. I suppose I probably deserve such a fate." Jaeron holds up his hands as in a halt sign shaking his head "No no sire you have me all wrong. You are still quite safe and assigned here. I am on shore leave from a pirate hunting ship. The Tiaru you may have heard of it. I am from Paradise City however you did get that correct my fellow kohen. How is it we are given such squalid building for our church in Tu'Valie? Is Gonto in just low regard here as it is aboard the ship?" the gnome asks with sadness in his tones and a sigh as he finishes his question.
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Post by HorizonsDream on May 24, 2018 11:40:59 GMT -8
Kalana seems surprised upon Donato asking if she was going to join them, and she leans closer to Acel. "Did I hear that correctly?" she asks. "Did Donato actually ask me to join you guys?" Of course, she is saying this loudly enough for Donato to hear since she is clearly teasing him. She then stands up, and leans over the table to touch Donato's forehead. "You aren't sick or something are you?" she asks with a grin. "But yeah, I'll join all of you. I could use some extra spending money," she says as she sits back down in her chair.
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Post by Bishgada on May 24, 2018 11:59:13 GMT -8
Before targeting specific 'adventure', Senllip goes around in the market, looking both for other thieves (maybe someone he knows from past), easy targets for pick pocketing and eavesdropping for rumors and news.
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Post by GravityEmblem on May 24, 2018 15:08:04 GMT -8
"Well, I'm decent in herbalism," Johannes responds. "but more importantly, I can use healing magic."
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Post by Daos on May 25, 2018 8:42:37 GMT -8
Kalana Ioane (Queen of Harts, Common Room)The men cheer as Kalana joins them. "Let's start with a round of ale," Acel announces, and he waves over a waitress.
"I got the cards," Hadrian adds, pulling out a deck and shuffling it a bit. "What game tonight? And what are the stakes?"
"Aren't the stakes the coin we are playing for?" asks Donato.
"Nah, we need to make it more interesting than just coin. Something really great for the winner, and something really awful for the loser," Hadrian replies. "Any thoughts?"
Senllip (Marketplace)Looking around carefully, Senllip finds all three of the things he is looking for in the marketplace.
First, he spots what appears to be a merchant, and a wealthy one at that, based on her silk dress. She is an elven woman, and she has several full and jingling pouches on her belt, just begging to be cut. However, there are constables about, patrolling the area. If he is caught stealing, he might have trouble on his hands.
Second, he sees a shady looking elven man stalking about in a cloak with the hood up, despite the summer heat. He could be a thief, either a lonewolf or a member of one of the local guilds. It's hard to say without a closer look.
He also spots another elven man, a town crier, who is shouting out local news. It's hard to hear him over the crowd, but Senllip could get closer to listen to what he has to say.
Jaeron Dernfog (Temple of Obedience)"Oh! Oh, I see," the elf says, quickly putting the key back in his pouch. "Then your being here...is just coincidence?" He laughs nervously. "Fancy that then!" He sighs heavily in relief, letting some of the tension out of his body.
"Ekera, Gonto is not well liked on Hashadeth. The people here are really big into freedom, and putting the individual before the group, and the Blue Lightning. They don't much care for rules or laws or fate. So Gonto has never acquired any kind of real foothold on the island. That's why the church chose me as their representative here. I'm an elf, so they thought I could better reach my own people. But I haven't had any success at all in over a year. And the church sees no reason to increase my budget if I have nothing to show for it."
Johannas Barnsley (Temple of Octhanus)"That's great!" the dwarf acolyte replies. "If you're willing to use healing magic, we have a few people with injuries who would appreciate it." She points to a few patients. "He is suffering from some light scrapes and cuts," she says, pointing to a male human. "She has a sprained ankle," she says, pointing to an elven woman. "And she has a broken arm," she says, pointing to a female half-elf. "Otherwise, if you are skilled in herbalism, you could make poultices and salves for them instead. There are plenty of ingredients in the storage room," she points this time to a door in the back, "and you're welcome to them."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on May 25, 2018 9:17:27 GMT -8
Jaeron Dernfog (Temple of Obedience)
"Oh! Oh, I see," the elf says, quickly putting the key back in his pouch. "Then your being here...is just coincidence?" He laughs nervously. "Fancy that then!" He sighs heavily in relief, letting some of the tension out of his body.
"Ekera, Gonto is not well liked on Hashadeth. The people here are really big into freedom, and putting the individual before the group, and the Blue Lightning. They don't much care for rules or laws or fate. So Gonto has never acquired any kind of real foothold on the island. That's why the church chose me as their representative here. I'm an elf, so they thought I could better reach my own people. But I haven't had any success at all in over a year. And the church sees no reason to increase my budget if I have nothing to show for it." Jaeron smiles to the elf "Well my fellow Gontorite today is going to be a grand day for you then." the gnome reaches into a pocket and pulls out the gem he received as a gift from Nerice. "I wish to donate this to the church." knowing fully well he could put this gem to good use on a number of other things but his full devotion to Gonto is his highest priority seeing the state of the so called church in this area he wishes to help change that. "By the looks of things here having a more suitable church could potentially help bring more into the church. While I am here on shore leave if there is anything else I can do to help I will."
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Post by HorizonsDream on May 25, 2018 14:39:47 GMT -8
"A night with me," Kalana offers with a playful grin. "There are a few of you at this table that would love that," she says. "As for something really awful, what about streaking through one of the busiest streets in the city?" she asks. "You'll have to run through pretty fast if you don't want to get caught by the authorities."
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Post by notARobot on May 25, 2018 19:20:01 GMT -8
The harbormaster frowns at the accusation of deception, but shrugs and unlocks a drawer in his desk. He then retrieves a rather thick tome and sets it on the table in front of him. "This is for the year so far. If you want to look further back than that, I keep my older logs elsewhere." "I meant- I thought- gah, a whole year in the one book? I figured these things might be sorted, I dunno, alphabetically or somethin'," Mathias frowns, rubbing his chin intently. "So you mean to have me pay, up front, for the privilege of searchin' through this damned book that may or may not contain anythin' that's of any bloody use to me?" Mathias stands up, suddenly. "I'm afraid we're gonna have to renegotiate."
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Post by GravityEmblem on May 26, 2018 4:58:00 GMT -8
Johannes nods and casts Cure Light Wounds on the man, Cure Moderate Wounds on the Elven Woman, and both, just to be sure, on the Half-Elf.
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