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Post by Ossular on May 25, 2019 0:17:14 GMT
Waterdeep- the City of Splendors- could be said to be run by four entities. Guilds: powerful merchants and factions of crafters that control the life of the city. At one point, they ruled, but a series of internal politics and commercial wars that no one wants to see return? They kept themselves in relative check. Nobility, specifically the Waterdhavians: seventy-six families of various degrees of power, but most could trace their lineages back to the establishment of the City itself. Wealthy moneylenders, with the Cassalanters being on top as one of the richest families in Waterdeep. Merchants: caravan operators based from Waterdeep that can bring forth a variety of goods and services that can reach the entire Sword Coast and beyond.
Then? The Adventurers: that is where the newest arrival fell in. Sort of.
"I'm sorry. What's your name again?" the guard asked, chain-mail jingling as he rubbed his rough, stubble-filled chin that stuck out from under his chain coif. His armor didn't shine, but he still wore the colors and symbol of the City Guard. He was a large man, a head above the man he was talking to, with a spear propped on a nearby wall.
"...Jesse," the other man would divulge again as the guard looked him over.
"Alright, Jesse." The voice was taunting, in a way, as if trying to provoke something from the smaller man. "Where'd you come from with that hat?"
"...The south," he'd speak shortly, with a hint of sarcasm, drawing out his breath afterward. With his leather armor and his unique poncho, he had been pulled off to the side on his way through the gate into the City proper, though he wasn't in any amount of rush. The day was still young, the heat hadn't been picked up just yet, and there was a storm on the way from the sea that even he could see from here. "From Athkatla."
"Haven't heard of anyone from there in a moment," the guard would give him a once over one more time. "You ain't about to bring any funny business with you, are you?"
"Define funny business," Jesse would smile with a small chuckle. The guard would purse his lips, looking over the shorter man and exhale a snort. "Just th' normal adventurin' and followin' the rules. Nothin' ta worry about, friend." The guard would look him over once more, meeting Jesse's smile before stepping back to the side.
"Welcome to Waterdeep," the guard would let Jesse pass. He would raise up a gloved hand, shifting the light crossbow strapped to his back to peek out from under the poncho before he'd tip the rim of his hat to the guard. "Keep out of trouble."
"Wouldnt think of it. Thank ya' kindly," Jesse would reach into a front pocket, pulling out a cigar before snapping his fingers together. A spark of heat would coil from his finger, lighting the tip of his glove on fire with divine energy before touching it to the top of the cigar, the end already burnt down a little bit from a previous smoke. He'd inhale, holding the cigar with his free hand as he shook out his other hand, dismissing the fire as he stepped forward, not wanting to block anyone's way.
The scent of tobacco was exhaled in a plume of smoke as he looked around the entrance he had come through. The Way of the Dragon led northwest, while the High Road shot straight north. He'd look between the two of them, opting for the High Road this time to get toward the middle of Waterdeep a bit more. He'd casually walk, though, the light jingle of chain and spurs following him. He'd inhale, enjoying the cigar, enjoying the view and taking in the place he had been traveling to for a while, now.
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Post by khorne on May 25, 2019 1:30:27 GMT
Igostrom woke up that morning in a stable, surrounded by horses, with a massive pounding headache. Gods, what did I do last night? Igostrom thought to himself. He had gotten drunk out of his mind in celebration of Kara accepting him as her knight last night. He looked up and around himself. That's weird, I don't usually sleep in stables... He lifted himself out of the stable and walked back to the tavern he had been residing at. As he trotted down the streets, he heard a shriek female cry. Ugh, this early in the morning? Damn bandits. Igostrom dashed to the location of the cry, where 3 rough looking men had cornered a little girl holding a teddy bear in an alleyway. Gods, and I thought they had at least SOME honor. As they drew closer and closer, the lead bandit would notice a large shadow coming up from behind him cast by something in the morning sun. He turned to see a massive centaur standing a clear foot over him.
"Tsk tsk, and I didn't think bandits were this desperate. How about you pick on someone your own size. Or rather, MY size?" The lead bandit looked scared for a second, then looked to his two companions, then back to Igostrom. "There's 3 of us and 1 of you, shitstain. How about you run along before we do something you'll regret?" "43" "W-what? What the hell are you talking about?" "Oh, sorry, I like to count the number of times I've heard certain stupid phrases. For example, that's the 43rd time I've heard someone say How about you run along before we do something you'll regret?" The lead bandit roared in anger, which was met with a swift knockout punch to the face. Before the other two bandits could even react, one was met with the other fist, while the other was met with a simultaneous kick in the chest. Just like that, all 3 of them were down in less than 2 seconds.
Igostrom turned to the little girl, getting as low as he could to make himself less intimidating, kind of a hard task for him. "Shhh, its ok now. The bad men are gone. What's your name, little girl?" The little girl had been cowering in the corner, eyes closed, clutching her teddy bear. At Igostrom's soft voice, she opened her eyes to see the large horse-man in front of her, talking very gently. She hesitated for a moment, then replied "A-Alicia..." "Well, Alicia. Do you know where your mommy or daddy are?" The girl relaxed a little bit more. "I-I don't know. We w-were at the m-market then I g-got lost and those bad men found me and then..." Alicia started crying again. "It's ok Alicia. Hop up on my back, and we can find your mommy and daddy together, ok?" The girl nodded slowly, compliantly, to which Igostrom replied by gently lifting her up onto his back. He then picked up the 3 bandits in his arms, and headed back out of the alleyway.
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As Jesse sauntered down the streets of Waterdeep he would hear a loud, male yell of rage from a nearby alleyway, quickly cut short. It was followed by THUD, THUD THUD, then silence. After about 30 seconds, a massive, 7'6 centaur walked out of the alleyway, with a small girl and her teddy on his back, holding tightly. The centaur was holding 3 rough looking men in his arms, not even weighing him down at all. The centaur turned his head to the girl slightly and seemed to be talking to her, to which she responded by scanning the people on the street, until her eyes fell on a worried-looking woman, who looked like a larger version of the girl. She pointed excitedly and cried out "Mommy! That's my mommy!" The centaur complied by trotting quickly over to the mother, gently letting down the child. The woman looked like she was filled with relief at the sight of her child, and was shaking the Igostrom's hand rapidly, seemingly profusely thanking him. The centaur traded a couple words with her, gave a bow, and picked up the ruffians again. He turned and walked down the street, in the general direction of Jesse.
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Post by sojourn on May 25, 2019 18:34:12 GMT
Spring 1490 DR Those Familiar Streets | Morning I t wasn't often that Kieran was on this side of town this early in the morning, creature made for longer shadows than the still-cool ones clinging to the darkness of pre-dawn as the sun began to rise. It wasn't even any impressive walk of shame, either—the half-drow had slept in his own bed and wasn't hungover from an evening of revelry—but sometimes catching the right piece of gossip at the right time required one to be up far too early and in a totally different part of town than he was used to. He'd left his three ragtag streetwise students cleaning duties and a list of practice routines, aware that giving them that much unsupervised trust would be on him should things not go as planned while he was away. Dressed in a faded green long-sleeved tunic of sorts the color of olives with embroidered hems, the neckline left open to let daylight shine on charcoal skin, long sleeves were bound from elbows to his wrists beneath padded wraps. His wide belt held his short sword and a few darts were most likely hidden on his person, tucked away out of sight just in case. Loose pants that were bound like his wrists below the knees allowed him a freedom of movement and the Spring weather was finally warm enough that he could wear more comfortable sandals than boots. Comfortable in the city streets, the half-drow moved with a well-practiced swiftness, lithe and small, weaving his way through the crowds already clogging the High Road he'd found himself on after meandering from the Way of the Dragon via the Street of Smiths. Crossing from the Dock Ward into the Southern Ward, violet eyes glanced up toward the looming Trollwall that dominated the border of the ward with the wilderness beyond and towered high over the southernmost section of Waterdeep. The Caravan Grounds were still a decent walk away, several minutes despite the pace that Kieran was capable of setting, but he knew the gathering place would already be bustling and full of traders who'd arrived at all hours of the night before. As he made his way toward Orm's Highbench, nestled as it was, near the South Gate proper, he caught a glimpse of the most curious of sights. There, towering over the compact half-drow, was a centaur with three struggling men in his grasp. He'd missed the more entertaining part when there'd been a child passenger on the massive creature's back, but, well, that would have clearly been his loss had he even known. Speaking of knowing— Oh, he knew one of those unfortunate ruffian's faces. Well. Also the other one. The third, though? He didn't have a godsbedamned clue. Squinting, possibly staring for a moment, Kieran smirked, glancing up at the centaur as he was forced to actually slow his steps to keep pace despite the fact that the massive creature had more legs than he did and far more height on the half-drow as well, "Hey!" He spoke up to be heard, "That one there's got a warrant, y'know. He'll fetch you a bit 'f gold if y' get him t' th' City Watch. Th'other one, he's not worth a thing. Just a pain in th' ass 'round th' caravans. I dunno th' last one, though. Good luck with those." He laughed, stepping to one side as if he already knew someone was coming, weaving through the crowd carefully, brushing shoulders with a man in a poncho and wafting through a cloud of sweet-smelling tobacco. He had places to go this morning, even if no one else in all of Waterdeep did, but he offered the jingling stranger an apologetic lilt of a smile, "'Scuse me, there." |
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Post by Ossular on May 26, 2019 21:09:54 GMT
The Athkatlan would inhale, the smoky taste of tobacco flooding his senses before he heard what could only be described as a commotion. His eye would perk, as would the brim of his hat, as he turned, slowing his gait at the shout of anger and rage. He wasn't the only one that stopped, and with several of the normal populace and some of the other new arrivals that had also come through the South Gate into Waterdeep, Jesse would watch, and then Jesse would continue walking, stopping at the next alley and looking down it to see a massive centaur. While he appeared average for his race, with no real outstanding features, it was a centaur. In Waterdeep. Not the first thing he figured he'd stumble across, frankly. It only made him stand out a bit more that not only did he carry three men in his arms of various sizes, but also carried a child, no more older than maybe five, if he had to put a number to her.
Jesse would just watch the scene unfold as the little girl with the teddy bear called out to a mother in the crowd, who came to claim her daughter in an awkward but warming moment. The centaur would nod before starting a trot down the road, which is where another person would catch his attention. Charcoal skin, but not anywhere near the amount of sadism across his features, wrapped in actual clothing. He spoke of a warrant, and it was enough to catch Jesse's attention as the smaller elvish man narrowly avoided the cowboy.
Jesse would step along with the centaur and the ash-skinned elvish man, the jingle of spurs and chain coming with him. "You said somethin' about a bounty?" he'd ask, speaking up as he started to move in the same direction of the other two. While it wasn't graceful, Jesse also moved through the crowds easily enough, though he had to jog to catch up and then quickly walk in order to keep up with the two of them. "I think I know just the guy to turn 'em into if yer' interested?" Jesse would offer. Good intentions? Sure, that could be said, but he wouldn't mind also giving the guard that had stopped him some more to handle this morning. Beside, what kind of adventurer would he be if he didn't offer a helping hand when he could?
"Name's Jesse," he'd offer to the centaur and by proxy, the elvish humanoid with the olive-colored tunic and the wraps. "An' I'm pretty good at talkin' to the right people for other people if you wanted me to try- no charge."
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Post by khorne on May 29, 2019 17:33:44 GMT
Igostrom was turning from the mother and child to turn the scum into the city guard, maybe get some gold for his troubles. He had been a little light for a while. Then an elf called out to him through the crowd that was now gathering about what the men were worth. "Thanks friend! I'll be sure to do that." Igostrom replied. Then a man came up to him, clad in simple clothes. A man after my tastes, I see. He started to inquire about the bounty, and introduced himself as Jesse. "Jesse, huh? Tell you what. You interested in the bounty? As far as I know, you caught this one as he escaped me." Igostrom said, motioning to the bandit in his arms the elf had said was definitely worth money. "How about you take a walk with me to the guard barracks, Jesse? Where do you come from? You don't look like you're from round here." Igostrom would be asking him this question while wading through the crowd, in the direction of the guard barracks.
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Post by sojourn on Jun 1, 2019 1:33:46 GMT
Spring 1490 DR NEAR THE SOUTH GATE | MORNING-ISH "A ny City Watch'll do, really—" The half-drow would grin back, aware that the way he moved through the streets of his home was not necessarily at a pace that everyone was comfortable maintaining. He didn't have four legs, only two, but he slowed his steps just enough to settle into a cadence of footwork that seemed slow enough, "—I won't say no to a quick coin, but I've not done any 'f th' work. That's just not how I like t' do things. Fair's fair." His violet gaze was hard like crystal as he glanced at the men the centaur seemed to carry with such enviable ease, lip curling into a satisfied sort of sneer, "Seein' 'em turned in's good 'nough for me." Waggling fingers in the general direction of the barracks, where he assumed the tall creature was headed, Kieran couldn't help but flash a grin at Jesse's offer of talking to the right people, "Gods, half th' patrols know m' face just 'cause it's hard t' forget." Had it felt appropriate, the half-drow would have winked, but instead the mixture of self-deprecating humor and truth in the tone of his voice would just have to do, "I'm Kieran an' as a Waterdhavian native, I'm pretty sure both 'f y' aren't from 'round here." He gave his name as if it meant something, aware that he'd hardly made that much of a reputation for himself but not one to miss out on an introduction. While he had nothing particularly pressing to do, he'd tag along with strangers just to watch the poor unfortunate thugs get their just desserts. |
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