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Post by enchilada on Apr 27, 2019 16:36:23 GMT
Setup as on recruitment post - It’s known by now that there’s a horrible curse upon a local mining town. The people there are gruff and hardy, they always have been, but over the past few years they have become less in number, more stubborn, and practically devoid of any emotional response. This is for the simple reason that children are constantly going missing, in fact, the last two or three are incredibly well-guarded by all the wives of the town, and a few husbands, while their spouses work, be that in the town or out of it. People have been hired before, to find out where their little darlings have run off to, but no one has ever been of any use. The mines are still being worked, to a degree, no sign there. The forests have been picked and combed. Nobody can find them.
There is one, with still some hope. The lone barkeep with a ruddy face and a well groomed, but still untameably bushy beard. A human man, who lost both his children but never stopped hoping they may return. Gyleon Barrick has some greys in his hair, but he has strong arms and a smiling face. He thinks he must be missing something. Something obvious to adventurers, people who may have some kind of experience with this type of thing. He hopes to find people willing to find the children out of the kindness of their hearts, but he’s not opposed to coughing up the little coin that he can, and he’s sure the townsfolk would be happy to open their coinpurses as widely as they possibly could if their children were returned.
This is a last attempt by Gyleon to find them, after that he feels he has no choice but to move on. He travelled to Waterdeep to find people to shove in the back of his wagon and get back home as fast as possible. By all accounts, he’s talking to everyone, asking them to send friends, family, anyone who might be in the adventuring gig down to find him. He’s waiting as close to the South Gate as he possibly can, on his wagon, refusing to sleep until a good party of people assemble before him. Gyleon was tired. He’d been running around all day, but it was all worth it, all for one final attempt. One last try. He was almost ready for disappointment, but he was somehow still... so hopeful. He rested on the back of his wagon. He said just before sundown, and he saw the sky preparing for the night to come in. Not exactly sundown yet. He was worried, he had barely offered any rewards, there was nothing he could promise. Gyleon didn’t want to lie to armed adventurers about gold. But that didn’t mean any would come. He had to get back. His wife was behind the bar by herself, and she usually busied herself in the kitchen. He didn’t want to imagine how stressed she had to have been, especially since she didn’t believe the children could possibly even be alive, still. While this was important, he of course entertained the idea it was pointless. And then he’d have an angry, tired Jess to deal with at home, and she was the one in charge, really. She was just objectively a better cook. |
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Post by moralhazard on Apr 27, 2019 17:01:34 GMT
“Missing kids?” The heavyset man scowled, crossing his arms over his torso, pot-belly bulging out below, making a round hump in his chainmail shirt. He examined the chicken pasty cart in front of him, lips moving for a moment as he counted how many stood before him in line. “Eesh. And you said the pay’s…”
“Not good,” The slender man standing behind him in line sighed, adjusting his quiver over his shoulder. “Tough to go all that way, and then – probably no reward if you don’t find them. They’ve been going missing for years, by the sound of it, from some little mining town. But nobody’s gonna want to pay you for telling ‘em their littles are dead.”
“Well, I feel bad for this – Gyleon,” The heavyset man agreed. “Doesn’t seem to be much we could do though.”
Kara turned around from in front the heavyset man, looking slowly at the two. The glaive on her back swung around behind her, and she had to shift to keep the butt from hitting the person before her in line. Virgin’s square was busy in the afternoon, crowded and full of people. A few feet further away and she’d never have heard anything.
“Where?” Kara asked. There was something harsh to her tone, and her gaze fixed firmly on the archer.
“Uh,” The heavyset man looked down at her – far down. His companion blinked. “Where…?”
“Where is Gyleon?” Kara asked, simply, one hand squeezing into a tight fist at her sides. Missing children – and these men saw fit to walk away? She took a deep breath, in, and exhaled in slowly.
The heavyset man eased – very slightly – back. Kara didn’t think he was aware that he was doing it.
“… Said he’d be waiting at the south gate through tonight,” The archer said, so quickly he half-stumbled over the words. “But – “
Kara ignored him, stepping out of line and making her way across the square; within moments, her small frame vanished into the crowd. The leather-covered tip of her glaive was visible only a few moments more before she was gone entirely.
The heavyset man glanced at his companion, then swiftly stepped forward to fill her space in line.
Kara walked up to the cart a little more slowly. She had a pack on her back, her things inside and her bedroll tucked against the bottom, glaive carried in one gauntleted hand. Half-plate armor covered her, the shaped steel plates polished to a gleaming shine despite a few dents and duffs, each buckle and strap perfectly aligned. She wore leather pants beneath, black ones that moved easily with her. Her head was uncovered, the thin strips of hair between the shaved parts and the longer side both done in neat braids.
It had been a busy day; Kara had left her room, written a note to be delivered to Dhaunmyr telling him she would be gone for a few days and would let him know when she was back, went to tell Warren she needed to travel and couldn’t be at the bar, and finished picking up her new suit of half-plate. It was new to her, at least; Kara hadn’t inquired too closely about where it had come from before that. She wasn’t terribly superstitious about such things, and she had largely been grateful they’d been able to adapt existing pieces to make something that fit.
Kara stopped in front of the man, looking at him. “Gyleon?” She asked. At his confirmation, Kara nodded to him, and stood ready next to the wagon.
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Post by Jarovbees on Apr 28, 2019 15:08:36 GMT
The news of missing children touched Solstice's heart the moment she heard it, and the paladin knew she had to give it her all. Reward was always nice -she had a growing boy to look after, now- but helping those who needed it most and couldn't fight for themselves was always her main goal, whether she had coin or not. Walking away from that was never a thought that entered her mind, so after a quick shopping trip to gather supplies for both herself and to keep Toby set for a little while, Solstice made her way to the South Gate.
The firbolg woman didn't bother to disguise herself as she approached, hoping Gyleon would see her size as a point in his favor. (Besides, her disguise only lasted for an hour at a time, so he was bound to find out anyway.) With long, confident strides, she closed the distance between them fairly quickly and nodded to the man Kara stood by. Her smile was as warm as her voice, Sylvan-accented but fluent enough. "You're the one, then? My name is Solstice. I'm here to join up."
And of course she spared a grin for Kara as well, glad to see the woman once again.
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Post by enchilada on Apr 28, 2019 19:38:29 GMT
“Solstice!”
Gyleon was good at reading people. It was his job. The dark haired woman was clearly uninterested in small talk. He didn’t really care, he was only relieved to see people coming towards him, with intent of helping. He knew there had to be good people in Waterdeep. He was glad the noise he made had reached them.
He clapped two hard hands around one of Solstice’s. “My name is Gyleon, Gyleon Barrick. It’s so good to meet you.” Gyleon had a big smile, and tired but happy eyes. His face wrinkled up a little more, and then a little less as his expression relaxed.
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Post by Kestrel on Apr 28, 2019 20:27:16 GMT
Quill peeked out from the mouth of an alleyway. The roads leading to and from the South Gate were still bustling but, with his head swiveling this way and that, he could tell that the approaching night had begun to thin the crowds out. More importantly, everyone was too busy hurrying home to notice one little apprentice going in the opposite direction. The kenku took a deep breath. He then tightened the strap of his arcane pouch, adjusted his backpack, and gave the street one final look before dislodging himself from the alley and scurrying toward the South Gate.
He felt awful.
Quill kept as close to the side of the street as he could, his white feathers just a little muffled in the looming evening shadows. He was on the lookout as much for the wagon as he was for any hint of another purple cloak in the stream of people moving by. Very-very awful! Quill ducked behind the column of a balcony and steadied himself against it. His stomach felt like it was tied in a knot and each hurried inhale made the apprentice’s head feel lighter and lighter and even lighter. He teetered a bit, caught himself on the stonework, and shook his head. This was a big-big mistake. What would happen if someone saw him? What would his Uncle say? How quick-quick would they throw him out of the Order and the city and maybe even his family?
Was it all worth it?
Quill inhaled as much air as he could, held it, and then slowly exhaled as he pressed his back against the cool stone. It was. It was while fetching some potions and ingredients in the market when the apprentice had overheard something about some man named Gyleon, a town beyond Waterdeep, and a job. That, and missing kids. His stomach now a little unraveled, Quill squared his shoulders and slid out from behind the column, his pace even faster now as he ducked and weaved through a few stragglers in the street and then jumped into another alley just as a guard patrol marched by. Then he was off again. Missing kids. That was a bad-bad thing, right? A really bad-bad thing. The kind of bad-bad thing his Dad would have done something about. But his Dad was not here, his Uncle was away on business, and the people who had talked about the kids had seemed more upset over the lack of payment than anything else. No one was there to help the kids. No one…but him.
The kenku slowed down to a jog and then a walk and then stopped altogether just shy of the South Gate. It was there. The wagon and some guy who was probably named Gyleon. Quill looked over his shoulder, back toward the heart of the city and the Order and his home, and sighed a very big sigh. He was breaking so many-many rules by doing this. Apprentices were expected to always remain in the city or be accompanied by a senior member or family, and his Uncle had no idea what he was doing. It would stay that way too since Quill had stuffed some pillows under the blanket in his room. Hopefully. Still…this was the first time the apprentice would be leaving the city since he had been sent there. He looked at the wagon again. This was his last chance to turn back. To just go back to his room, eat one of Master Nytra’s sweet cakes, and read the next chapter in Valthor’s 1001 Uses for Pixie Dust. He should do that. Valthor was a good writer. Sweet cakes were delicious! His room was safe-safe. He should do that.
But he would not.
Someone had to do something! Anything. Quill began to shuffle toward the wagon and the group of people around it. His heart thumped. It was scary and exciting and worrying and made him feel just a little proud because it all seemed like the kind of thing his Dad would do if there were missing kids and bad guys to deal with. Or he would just be mad-mad that the kenku was sneaking out. Quill flipped up his hood. Kids first! Thoughts of bad-bad consequences later. As he neared the wagon the apprentice’s heart thumped even louder and louder and his talons fidgeted with the strap of his pouch. The man was busy introducing himself as the Gyleon guy and, towering in front of him, were two women dressed down with weapons and armor and other adventurer-like things. Real adventurers. They were so big-big too! Quill felt very small as he nudged his way between the two of them, puffing out his chest and lifting his beak high to try and make himself seem bigger and more adultish, and looked up at Gyleon. He used the voice of the gruffest mercenary he could remember from earlier in the market.
“Job.”
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Post by enchilada on Apr 29, 2019 21:22:53 GMT
Gyleon nodded. He helped this man up, he spared no expense in keeping him comfortable. This was a powerful man, one that struck fear into his heart as no wandering adventurer has ever done before. Despite his size, this new addition was imposing. It was probably something to do with the fact that he brought down his defences.
As he had approached, Gyleon had planned to crouch down, ask him why he was out so late. But this was no child. This was a manly man.
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Post by Jarovbees on Apr 30, 2019 23:27:13 GMT
"Aye, likewise! I'm ready whenever you are, friend." Solstice smiled warmly at Gyleon as she moved her hand away, then turned to note the new arrival with undisguised curiosity. The firbolg should know better, she has been the subject of some gawking since her own arrival to the city by the more numerous and less exotic. (Usually visitors, some of the Waterdhavians were strangely unflappable and did little more than quirk an eyebrow before going about their day.) It's always a little awkward, so she feels for anyone who stands out more than a seven-and-a-half giantkin woman. And yet, she couldn't help it when Quill approached them and spoke with a voice she wouldn't have expected from him. A birdfolk, interesting. She nodded approvingly; he may be much smaller, but he had spirit to join them in this task, and she wasn't about to judge someone's worth based solely on size.
"Hello! Ready for some action, too? The more, the merrier. I'm Solstice. Welcome aboard, lad."
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Post by moralhazard on May 1, 2019 0:01:14 GMT
Kara nodded to Solstice, deeply relieved to see the giant-kin woman. It didn’t show on her face or in her bearing, more than a faint fraction of relaxation in her shoulders. Through their adventures together, Kara had come to have a deep respect for the paladin. In particular, the giant-kin radiated a sort of competent kindness. If – when – they found the children, Kara would be glad to have Solstice by her side, not least because children always seemed to cry at the sight of Kara.
A bird-like humanoid only perhaps half a foot smaller than Kara approached the wagon. Kara nodded at him as well, a shade less deeply than she had nodded to Solstice. Good; she was glad that there were at least a few others in this city who would refuse to stand by idly when children were in danger. Something in her chest ached, fiercely, at the knowledge that Gyleon must have talked to so many – and so few were here.
Never mind. Kara’s gauntleted hand tightened around her glaive. She was here now; all she could do was to give her everything, and she meant to.
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Post by Kestrel on May 1, 2019 0:29:58 GMT
The kenku tugged at his pouch strap, inhaled, and looked up. The Gyleon guy nodded at him. There was a weird-weird look in his eye, kind of like…fear? Fear of what? Oh no! For the kids? Quill swallowed. They had to go fast-fast then! Still, he spared a look at the two adventurers from beneath his hood. It was hard. They were so very tall-tall! One of them stayed silent and only gave him a curt nod, while the other also nodded but then greeted him with a booming voice. Or at least a booming voice to him. His stomach sank. How…how would an adult respond? What would a big-big bird man sorcerer say? Something? Nothing? Everything? Quill scratched at the end of his beak.
This was hard-hard!
In the end the kenku reluctantly released his grip on his strap and folded his arms. He gave all three of them a short nod, planted his feet apart, and then looked straight past them. He was a big-big adult with big-big adult problems to think about. He searched his head for something else the mercenary had said. He searched…and searched…and then there! The mercenary had gotten together with another mercenary person and they had shouted happy-happy things at each other. He picked the deepest, gravelliest one and yelled.
“Aaaaalright! Yeah! Let’s do this! Hoowa!”
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Post by Ossular on May 1, 2019 15:51:02 GMT
On the north end of the Court of the White Bull, there was a building. This building was recently purchased and was in process of being renovated. Lodged between Nethpranter's Street and the Wide Way, there was a sign that was put up for a new place of business, though what it would ultimately be wouldn't be clear just yet- the Shooting Star. The outside remained the same, minus a new dark brick wall and windows that were stained with simple, warm colors, and at night, the windows would glow with light from within.
It was a simple place, an open room with newer floors. Some tables lined one wall of the room with bench seats, and a long, mahogany counter-top cut through the back in what would eventually be the shopkeepers counter, which blocked some of the backrooms. A small set of stairs led upstairs, though they were blocked off at the bottom. They were guarded by the most fiercest of guardians, a small, slumbering six-armed creature that resembled some kind of halfling-sized humanoid, but sat covered in bright, colorful fur, like a child wearing a suit. It was no costume, though- this creature was simply referred to as Skit.
It was in the main room, though, with the fresh smell of sawdust and stain in the air that an eladrin woman sat looking across the table to a dark-haired man with magnificent fiery orange eyes. He took a sip from a tankard before setting it carefully back down.
"Gyleon Barrick," the Man with the Orange Eyes spoke.
"Who?"
"A human with a thick beard. He's looking for help- came in here, even. Skit said he seemed good." Both would look over to see the creature roll and readjust on the bottom step before stretching, exhling loudly like a bored bloodhound and continue to do nothing in impressive fashion.
"Right. So, what's he need help with?" Orin asked.
"He needs help finding his children. I figured it would be a good... test, for you," the Man with the Orange Eyes spoke, choosing his words carefully. "After all, it'll be the first time you've left the city since-"
"Yeah. I'll... I'll do it," the eladrin would agree quietly. "Where do I need to go to find him?"
The South Gate was at least close to where she and Citrine had been staying, so she was thankful for that. Dressed in armor, carrying a shield with an axe tucked into the strap on her side, the eladrin woman turned the corner, her eyes falling upon several different people, which she walked towards. A kenku, but the looks of it. A firbolg, which she had seen several but never personally met. A human with a thick beard, probably Gyleon, but the eladrin's attention fell onto the final person in the wagon, a woman that she had met before- a woman that saved her before. Her eyes rested on Kara just long enough to be considered impolite before she moved past the thought, deciding to not make a scene just yet. Instead, she approached the man with the beard as the kenku let out a deep, gravely toned cheer.
"Mr. Barrick?" she asked, her voice accented with faint Elvish that had been worn down by the City of Splendors. She carried herself in half-plate easily and well, though her frame and posture said that she had been training in heavier armor. "You talked to a Man with Orange Eyes earlier? He apologizes that he can't personally attend to this matter, but sends me in his place. I am Orin," she would extend her hand to him politely to shake it.
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Post by Jarovbees on May 1, 2019 16:26:27 GMT
The kenku's response provoked a wide grin from Solstice, who chuckled and nodded in approval. This new ally was instantly precious and adorable, though she refrained from saying so to spare his pride. "I like your enthusiasm, friend! Hold onto that, aye? We'll need that for times ahead, I bet. And afterward, we can celebrate." The thought of them not succeeding, not saving those children...no, no one needed that possibility voiced. Better to focus on a positive outcome, for the sake of morale. Besides, it was too early to tell what might happen.
Solstice eyes the newcomer with interest, having met eladrin before in the Feywild. She has manners enough not to interrupt, but flashes the woman a warm smile. Perhaps when the task ahead is completed, they'll have a chance to socialize and learn about each other. She hopes so; seeing an eladrin here is enough to make her vaguely homesick, and it would be nice to befriend someone who reminds her of what she left behind.
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Post by enchilada on May 1, 2019 16:47:32 GMT
After finishing helping everyone get seated as comfortably as he could, Gyleon spun around to see the eladrin approach. He took her hand, shaking it with some excitement. He shook a little too long, then held onto it to help her onto the wagon. “Yes! Yes! Good to meet you, Orin, please, just call me Gyleon.”
He sighed, in relief, as he counted up the people now assembled. “One, two... ah yes! I was so worried that no one at all would come, and now here they are, perfect adventurers, and four of yous...” Gyleon pressed a big, clumsy hand to his chest. “Warms my heart.”
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Gyleon had his horses gallop at great speeds towards the town where he lived and worked, where he was certain the children would be found near. Or at least, where the clues would begin. He let out a big sigh when they got there.
“Listen, I have to go check on my wife, so I’ll be in the inn. You can come in for a bit if you’d like, drinks on me, maybe there will be some people you’d want to talk to.” He swung off the wagon, and started to get his horses ready to take to his stables.
The town was run down, wooden shacks making up most of the buildings, some with a little more in stone, most not. They were run down, some clearly abandoned. By now, it was definitely past sundown, but not quite time for candles to be out. Some buildings had wide open doors and bashed up walls, others had windows boarded up. Those ones were all dark inside.
Nobody was out, everybody was inside their houses, or, presumably, in the inn. Of which there was only one. It had a big sign with a lion on it, swinging in the breeze. The paint was peeling, and the outside could have done with a scrub. Despite all of this, the lights coming from it were inviting and warm, and the ground leading up to it was well-tracked. It was one of the few buildings with some stone used to build it, and it was the second largest.
The largest one seemed very new, and very out of place. It was maybe ten years old, made in a style that stuck out like a sore thumb. It was on the outskirts, but closest to the mines. One room upstairs had a candle in it, and one downstairs. It was painted white, with black beams, and big windows, that were shut tight, and curtains, only letting slivers of light out through them.
The town had a kind of still, dead air to it.
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Post by moralhazard on May 1, 2019 16:59:08 GMT
Kara glanced at the kenku as he let out a gruff but enthusiastic cheer. She looked back out at the city, hearing Solstice jump in to encourage him, grateful for her. After a few more moments, Kara settled into a seat in the wagon without accepting any assistance from Gyleon, resting her glaive against the floor of it, tucked between one leather-clad thigh and the wall and secure there. Her other gear she set next to her, not caring as much if it was well-wedged in. She sat as easily in half-plate as she had in a tunic and leggings, looking as if she was utterly unaware of the weight of it.
Kara glanced up at the feeling of a gaze pricking the back of her neck, and met the eyes of the eladrin coming towards the wagon. A jolt of recognition ran through her; she recognized the woman immediately, although it had been almost a year since they had met. Orin, Kara remembered. She nodded slightly to her, but Orin didn’t say anything, and so Kara certainly wouldn’t. She looked away as Orin went to talk to Gyleon, only looking back when he began to address the four of them.
Kara unfolded herself from the wagon when they reached the town, reaching back in for her glaive and the rest of her gear. She rested the butt of the weapon on the ground as if it were a walking stick. The leather cover that she used to keep the weapon Waterdeep safe still covered the top, but something about the place made Kara itch to remove it.
The largest building immediately caught Kara’s attention – maybe because it was the only one that seemed to be lit. This early in the evening, in a town like this, who could afford to waste candles? Kara’s hand tightened a little more on the glaive. Her first instinct was to go there – she had no desire for a drink – but instead she held still, and turned her attention and gaze to Solstice, fully prepared to follow the giant-kin’s lead. Better that they all stay together; there was no telling what they might find here.
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Post by Kestrel on May 1, 2019 21:53:14 GMT
Quill uncrossed his arms only long enough to be helped onto the wagon by Gyleon, crossing them tight again as soon as he had hopped on. He shuffled to the back, nudged off his hood, and then plopped onto a seat close to the other two. He nodded when the blue tall-tall lady mentioned something about celebrating. When she called him a friend-friend! His feathers puffed out and his heart skipped a short beat. Friend-friend! He then nodded at the other tall-tall lady as she also took a seat in the wagon. He nodded at the Gyleon guy as he walked away. He nodded at the new tall-tall lady. She wore even more weapons and armor and other bits of gear. Another real-real adventurer! He then nodded twice more at her: once to make up for their earlier noddings and twice just to make sure she knew how much of a big-big adult he was. Finally, he nodded at all three of them with one, single low nod. He rubbed his head with a talon.
All this big-big adult nodding was making his head dizzy!
Soon enough, though, Quill felt the lurch of the wagon underneath him as the horses began to clip and clop out of the South Gate. Away from the city. The kenku leaned forward, peeked past the others, and stared as his home slipped farther and farther into the evening shadows. His breath caught in his throat. One last time he thought about returning to the Tower. About just jumping out of the wagon, running through the streets, and collapsing onto his bed. The fall would not hurt that bad-bad, right? He grabbed onto the side of the wagon and looked down. It was not that high up. His talons dug into wood. The fall itself would not hurt bad-bad, but…the thought of leaving the other kids and not helping would hurt bad-bad. Very bad-bad. So, he stayed.
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He did not stay still, though. As the wagon bounced and rattled and shook across the road, as his heart went from thumping in excitement to nervousness back to excitement to fear and then to excitement again, Quill’s arms uncrossed and he began to fidget with the strap of his pouch again. Every few seconds he glanced to the side. At the blue tall-tall lady, or the little tall-tall lady, or the new tall-tall lady, or all three of the tall-tall ladies at once. The kenku bounced in his seat. Real-real adventurers! Not one, or even two, but three of them, too! He had read all about real-real adventurers before. About how strong-strong and brave they were, and about all the good-good things they did for people. Like his Dad! Only outside the cities and in the wilds and the evil places and stuff. Three of them! With him! And they were going to save kids and maybe even a town and maybe even the whole world! That was how the stories usually went, at least. He opened his beak. He closed it. He opened it again. Quill wanted to ask so many questions. He closed it again. But would a big-big adult ask questions? Or would he just know everything already?
Did big-big adults even talk, or did they just nod at each other?
By the time Quill had, finally, gathered enough courage to say something, the wagon rumbled to a stop. His beak still open he looked around. The apprentice shivered. The whole town looked bad-bad. Like the kinds of places in Waterdeep his Uncle told him not to go to. There was nobody in the streets, buildings lay boarded up, and only a few had lights flickering faintly in their windows. Including one huge, far off building. He wrung his talons and shivered even harder. Quill did not like that building. It looked even more bad-bad than the rest, though it seemed like the newest. Something about it felt off to the kid. This whole place felt off. Quill thought about his bed again and his books and Master Nytra’s cakes. Then he took a deep breath. He was a big-big adult now. He could do this! He had to do this. For the kids.
Puffing out his chest, Quill hopped out the back of the wagon after the others and squeezed his way to the front. Other than the big bad building and the boarded-up ones, there was a stone building with lots and lots of light coming out of it, though it also looked a little dirty and rundown. A sign with a large cat on it swung in the breeze. Quill rubbed his beak. What would his Dad do, now? They had to find the kids but…where were they? Maybe…maybe someone in the town knew? The Gyleon guy had mentioned something like that before leaving and also something about an inn. He did not know much about inns, but it seemed like a good-good start! The kind of good-good start his Dad would use. The apprentice searched his memories again. It was starting to get tough! He had not spent that long in the market, only fetching a few ingredients for the alchemists, and had only overheard bits and pieces of the mercenary’s conversation. Bits and pieces were good enough for now, though.
“Aaaaalright! Yeah! Let’s do this! Hoowa!”
Pumping his arms, Quill began to march toward the inn, his head bobbing with each high step. He opened his beak again.
“All the ale, gambling, and broads you could ask for! My kiiiiind of place!”
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Post by enchilada on May 1, 2019 22:15:45 GMT
Everyone except Quill make an insight check please
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