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Post by Daos on Oct 12, 2020 21:37:19 GMT -8
"Not offhand, no," the elf replies. "But you can check with the harbormaster in his office. He would have those details."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Oct 13, 2020 8:25:59 GMT -8
Jaeron thanks the woman "Thank you. I'll do that. Sorry but where is the makeshift tavern?"
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Post by Daos on Oct 13, 2020 13:46:29 GMT -8
The elven woman gestures to the end of the docks. "Just follow the harbor down, and you can't miss it. Just search for the throng of people."
"RED HAAAAWKS!" comes the thundering cry from below decks. A few moments later, the four Red Hawks members emerge, all packed up and ready to go. "Tavern? I know I heard someone say tavern. Seems like a good place to start!" says their leader, as the other three chant their name obnoxiously.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 13, 2020 20:52:34 GMT -8
"You boys have a good time," Kalana says to the Red Hawks. "Those that I just hired on, take shifts keeping an eye on the ship," she says. "I'm going to go check with the harbormaster, and then head into town."
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Post by Daos on Oct 13, 2020 22:19:38 GMT -8
"Maybe we'll meet again on the battlefield," the leader of the Red Hawks says. "We'll try to leave some monsters for you, if we can!" The four warriors disembark and head for the tavern, chanting their name.
"Well, I won't miss cleaning up their vomit," the cleric says. She turns to Kalana. "Leave it to us, captain. We'll keep watch."
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Post by Bishgada on Oct 14, 2020 11:26:58 GMT -8
"Let's all go to the tavern. Ask who is in charge of cleansing the monsters."
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Post by Rax on Oct 14, 2020 12:07:01 GMT -8
"I imagine we could get the same information from the harbour master," Imrich notes. "The Captain wants to go there first, so why not just tag along, then go to the tavern?"
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Oct 14, 2020 12:10:51 GMT -8
Jaeron "Certainly to the harbor master then the makeshift tavern."
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Post by Daos on Oct 14, 2020 14:56:19 GMT -8
Kalana, Senllip, Jaeron and Imrich disembark and walk over to the harbormaster's office, or what's left of it. It appears that the roof partially caved in at some point, and has been hastily repaired. There's even some debris still littering the ground outside, although inside things have been cleaned up as best they can. Sitting at a desk is a grizzled elven man with an ugly scar that mars his once pretty face. His bandanna helps in hiding it, but not entirely. He is sitting at the desk with a ledger, scribbling on it as the party walks inside. "The Tiaru? Yeah, she left a few days ago." He licks a thumb and starts paging through his book. "Here we are. They gave their destination as...Doubloon. Specifically, the city of Marit. They don't give a reason why, but I remember they left someone behind. Donato, I think his name is. He might know why."
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Post by GreyWolfVT on Oct 14, 2020 17:48:15 GMT -8
Jaeron asks "Any idea where Donato is?"
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Post by Daos on Oct 14, 2020 18:56:10 GMT -8
"No, but someone at the tavern probably can tell you, if he's not there himself," the harbormaster replies.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Oct 14, 2020 20:37:44 GMT -8
Kalana's eyes light up upon hearing a familiar name. "One of my men," she says cheerfully. "Though, it is surprising he stayed behind," she adds. "Thanks for the information." She motions for her group to follow her to the makeshift town. "Maybe they left him behind just in case we came back. Maybe we can get him on our ship. He was a good crewmember."
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Post by Daos on Oct 14, 2020 21:59:07 GMT -8
The 'tavern' is quite different from the rather nice inn the party stayed at last time they were here, the Queen of Harts. It doesn't even have a name. In fact, it's not a tavern at all. It's a repurposed warehouse. Inside, there are at least a hundred people, perhaps more, sitting at various tables (many of which are makeshift), eating, drinking, and talking. There are fishermen, stevedores, town guards, clergymen, sailors, and just lots of regular townfolk. This place has apparently become something of a hub for the survivors, a place to meet, rest up and heal. A number of folk have bandaged wounds, suggesting there is still some fighting going on in the city proper.
In the back, left corner a makeshift kitchen of sorts has been set up. There are barrels of drink, crates and sacks of foodstuffs and supplies, and some manner of magical stove for cooking. On the right side, a number of tents, cots and bedrolls have been set up for sleep; although one wonders how anyone can sleep in the cacophony of noise. As it's daytime anyway, most are empty, but a few hold wounded and ill. Clerics of Octhanus and Crizza patrol the area, keeping an eye on the patients.
There appear to be no servers. Or at least, none approach the party when they enter. Looks like everyone stands in a rather long line (that extends nearly to the entrance) and waits to be served at the kitchen area. The Red Hawks are already in queue, waiting for ale.
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Post by Bishgada on Oct 15, 2020 12:04:52 GMT -8
"Po-te-toes, Po-ta-toes" Senllip thinks to himself regarding the preference to go to the harbormaster first. "Donato! We have a story to tell him and he might have his own tale to tell back!" he says cheerfully. When they arrive to the so called tavern Senllip looks at the wounded people immediately thinking of leads to the fight, but then he is distracted by the smell of food and just tries to get view of what others are eating and guess the menu.
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Post by Daos on Oct 15, 2020 13:03:20 GMT -8
From what Senllip can tell, most people are eating some kind of fish stew. There doesn't seem to be a very wide variety of food or drink available, likely because so much of the town has been shut down. Fish is an easy enough resource to collect from the docks.
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