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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 21, 2019 22:08:46 GMT
Stephan Ward sat on a stool at the bar, nursing a drink quietly. He listened to the old sailors story, chewing his lip. He finished the last of his beverage, set it on the counter, and stood up. He adjusted his long coat and approached the group. He was a civvie now, and he may as well meet some. He brushed his hair back as he inspected the group. His keen eye wandered over them, soaking in as much detail as possible. "Pleasure to meet you all. I am Stephan Ward, former Waterdeep City Investigator. I would like to hear more of these stories, if you don't mind".
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Post by enchilada on Jan 22, 2019 21:17:41 GMT
“‘Ello investigator! Come sit down and - oh well it was definitely the bird. They are so intelligent and kind!” Yesephina leaned forward intently, her face in her hands. “I mean ‘s long as you’re kind to ‘em, ‘n all.” She cleared her throat and nodded with all the wisdom of a bumbling fool.
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Alxolex
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H.J. Smee, sailor and thief (3) // Caligo Drogo, ranger (1)
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Post by Alxolex on Jan 23, 2019 3:44:42 GMT
"I hate to be contrary to such a purty and strong lass as yerself," H.J. said to the firbolg, "but I don't reckon birds be known fer their vast intellects." He scratched a white bushy sideburn. "I mean, when ye see a chap who's flag don't raise all the way to top mast, ye call him..." He looked at the earnest face of the lady in blue, and glanced at her nicely defined biceps at least as thick as his own thigh, cleared his throat, and turned to the newcomer. "Well met, Master Ward, please pull yerself a chair," he said to the man with the fine coat. "I love me some stories, ye could say Ol' Henry James collect s'em." He smiled at the man joining them. "And that 'former' in 'former Inverstigator' sounds to me ears like ripe, ripe story fodder." H.J. pulled his chair closer, leaned his elbows on the table, and said, "Please, Master Ward' do spin the tale of the 'former' Inverstigator, if ye be so inclined."
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 23, 2019 22:34:40 GMT
Stephen smiled at the invitation and dropped into an open chair, kicking his feet up on the table. "Oh, I wouldn't call it much of a story. I started in the City Guard, it became obvious that my mental skills far exceeded my physical, and I was transferred to the Investigators". He shrugged as he searched through his pockets for a small pouch. Withdrawing the contents, he put several of the mint leaves in his mouth and chewed them as he spoke. "A lot of crimes don't have suspects at first. I would show up after the fact, ask questions, look for clues, sort of like a depressing 'Who-Dunnit'. I guess after a while it started to drag on me. Too much red tape between me and the bad guy". He shrugged again.
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Post by enchilada on Jan 23, 2019 22:37:53 GMT
“Tha’ does sound fun! I’m not sure I might get the lot of it, but ‘slong as you’re slow!” Yesephina laughed to herself, just briefly, but she did slap a dinnerplate size hand on her thigh as she did so. It remained pretty firm. “So, what things did you investigate? Anything life changing? Did you find any treasures?” She paused. “I’m not entirely sure I know what you do.”
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 23, 2019 22:42:08 GMT
Stephen eyed the large woman. He certainly wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that slap. A hand larger than his head was sure to hurt, regardless of if it was supposed to.
"I investigated crimes. Murders, robberies, the occasional disappearance. When the City Guard didn't know what happened, they called one of us. As for treasure? Does a kidnapped child in a cellar count?"
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Post by enchilada on Jan 23, 2019 22:47:04 GMT
“Oh- is. Were they okay?” Shoulders heaving forwards, Yesephina suddenly leaned towards the man. If there was one thing that she didn’t expect to hear, it was the harm of children- she wouldn’t stand for it either. Well. To start. She was sitting- whatever, whatever Yese, what did he say? Kids! “Who did that? Did they get pounded into the ground? How’s the child?” She let her emotions run. She didn’t really know there was another way with situations like that. Even if it was hypothetical, or a story in the past, it was too hard to hear.
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Post by 3personal5me on Jan 23, 2019 23:28:26 GMT
"The kid was banged up, but okay. A couple of us from the precinct pooled our money for a cleric". He played with the badge in his pocket as he thought about the men he had worked with. "As for the guy? All I can tell you is that there was a wizard in the raiding party, he found the guy first, and he used fire". He shook his head at the memory. "That smell stuck in his robes for days".
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