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Post by Kai Wren on Nov 30, 2019 20:16:22 GMT
This particular office, located in the Dock Ward, was a small, cramped affair. Harried-looking officers, struggling to contend with the paperwork and constant crime, packed it out, filling the tiny space with frenetic energy. There were two types of officers who worked in the Dock Ward; those assigned to keeping the streets peaceful and the oft-drunken sailors under control, and those who were tasked with protecting the City proper from the many threats and dangers which might try to come through Waterdeep’s famously loose port. To put it simply, they did not have enough bodies to undertake that latter work to perfection. Indeed, there were several Masked Lords who profited very comfortably from the Watch remaining understaffed and underqualified in that area. A token force was required, but beyond that? Well. When there were actual issues to be dealt with, that was when it became time to call in the freaks and weirdos. Dream Flake was rapidly becoming one of those issues. The cells were filled with people, either blissed-out and insensate, or rambling, raving and screaming to the heavens about the strange, disturbing dreamworld they were inhabiting. Narcotics were nothing new, but this wave was becoming an embarrassment and it was time to do something about it. Which was why Watch Captain Ortiga – a tall, stern Orc whose hair was greying at the temples and whose uniform was just rumpled enough to show he cared more about doing his job than looking good doing it – had reached out to the ‘irregular’ community. The City Watch are not an organisation that Marilyn would often engage with by choice. The streets of Waterdeep are new to her, but even so, her prior run-ins with the law have left her with a … less than favourable impression of the law and those whose job is to enforce it. Her contacts had made a very salient point, though; they weren’t responsible for the influx of this new drug, and they had no idea what source it came from. What better way was there to uncover such things than to do so under the auspices of legitimate authority. It has, at least, proven surprisingly easy to prove her credentials. A simple perusal of her notes and the vast array of herbs, poultices, potions and unguents that she had to hand was sufficient to demonstrate that she had a purely academic interest in this strange new narcotic. She easily fits the profile of those freaks and weirdos. “You understand, of course, that if you want me to ascertain the provenance of this fungus it will be necessary for me to collect a sample?” The Watch Captain pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed, heavily. “I can’t let you have a sample.” He said, again. “I can’t authorise a Civilian to use this stuff. You’re to bring the seized goods directly back to us. Now, if you happen to notice some of its unusual properties whilst you are doing that…” The woman gave him a blank look. “I won’t. I’ll need to conduct extensive tests, it’ll take me at least an hour or so before I can learn anything of value.” Jarovbees moralhazard pastels Marilyn's Experimental Elixir: GjDDyuEz1d6 Transformation. The drinker's body is transformed as if by the alter self spell. The drinker determines the transformation caused by the spell, the effects of which last for 10 minutes. Marilyn's Spell Selection: Absorb Elements, Identify, False Life, Longstrider, Lesser Restoration, Aid. Marilyn's Alchemist Spells: Healing Word, Ray of Sickness, Flaming Sphere, Melf's Acid Arrow 1d6 |
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Post by moralhazard on Nov 30, 2019 22:45:28 GMT
In the months since she’d arrived in Waterdeep, Miri had found an easy, comfortable relationship with the City Watch. Waterdeep had all sorts of laws, and it was important to follow all of them – at least, where any officer of the law could see you. At least, where any officer of the law who couldn’t be bribed could see you. At least, most of the time where any officer of the law who couldn’t be bribed could see you.
Unless, of course, the situation really called for it.
Several days earlier…
“Dream flake?” Miri asked, curiously. She was perched on a low hanging roof opposite a Dock Ward inn – inn was perhaps generous, but at the very least it was a place in which one could exchange coin for a bed, and those with a few extra coin might do so in privacy. There was an open window across the way, and it was there that the bounty hunter watched.
“Dream flake,” Barden Bloodfletched said, cheerfully. “Rumors say it’s a hell of a drug – chewed or smoked. Hours long hallucinations - more real than reality.”
Miri let out a long, low whistle. “Now that sounds fun,” she murmured.
“I’ve got a hook up,” the half-orc said, glancing sideways with a grin. “After we’re done here, we could – uh – if you like?”
“Sure,” Miri grinned, revealing all her teeth, and jerked her chin at the open window. “There he is.”
Barden cracked his neck, and rose to his feet. He glanced down at Miri, stood a little straight, and drew his bow, firing an arrow that whistled through the air, and sank solidly into the wall of the building beyond, trailing a heavy cord behind. He plunged the other end into the roof, drawing it taut.
Miri wrapped a length of cloth around the cord, and grabbed hold. “Wish me luck,” she said, cheerfully, stepping onto the edge of the roof.
Barden grabbed her arm, and then – he let her go after a moment, and Miri laughed, and pushed off of the roof.
“Luck!” Barden called.
Today…
Miri sauntered into the City Watch Dock Ward office, and raised her eyebrows at the man at the desk. “Watch Captain Ortiga around?” She asked, curiously.
The harried looking officer jerked a thumb towards the back of the office.
Miri nodded, straightened the line of her studded leather armor, and didn’t look at the busy cells that lined the wall – not even the one with the slanted, laughing, familiar figure of a half-orc.
“Captain,” The bounty hunter called, her voice as bright as ever. She nodded, cheerfully, at the blonde haired woman who looked like she was arguing about something, and winked at Ortiga. “I heard you were looking for some help tracking down the origins of this Dream Flake,” she said, stretching her arms up over her head, and rolling her neck from side to side.
“Happy to be of service,” Miri made a mock bow, and straightened up, settling her hands on her hips. She grinned. “What do we know so far?”
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Post by Jarovbees on Nov 30, 2019 22:59:29 GMT
Umbrae bit her lip as she crossed the threshold into the office and internally wondered if even being here was a good idea. She hadn't done or was planning to do anything that would attract the attention of the City Watch, exactly, but any scrutiny at all made her a bit nervous. The young woman's mismatched eyes scanned the area and she kept rearranging her cloak or tucking back her unkempt curls. Whatever a model citizen was supposed to look like -it wasn't terribly clear to her- she probably wasn't it. But nor was she a raving addict or showing any signs of withdrawal, so maybe they would overlook first impressions.
And yet...she had come to Waterdeep for a purpose and that purpose couldn't be fulfilled by sitting in a tavern corner with her tome all day, much as she might prefer it otherwise. No, she had to be involved in the city in some fashion and this was the first opportunity that arose which didn't require her to sign a long-standing contract or make a vow or some other sign of commitment to a cause. No, this was just a chance to learn, and perhaps understand if she could be of any use here. Besides, even though she hadn't spoken with the addicted directly (one screaming in her face had quickly changed her mind about that), there was some pity in Umbrae's heart for their plight.
She glanced to the woman arguing with the Watch Captain, quirking an eyebrow and instantly worried that this wasn't a good time to make inquiries. But another woman swaggered in and that bolstered Umbrae's resolve, preventing her from turning around and heading out. She straightened and nodded, clearing her throat while stepping up, her voice a bit on the quiet side but clear nonetheless. A moment to compose herself and she spoke more evenly than one might expect from her nervous demeanor.
"I was wondering about that as well, actually...." Her gaze at the other two was a silent question, hoping they wouldn't mind if she lingered to learn more; some might be a bit territorial when it came to investigations and such.
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Post by pastels on Dec 1, 2019 0:16:51 GMT
The Dock Ward, as Rosemary found the longer she stayed in Waterdeep, was a fascinating study on how a place could continue on being awful. The constant chaos—gang fights in the streets, a scuffle with the City Watch here and there, and the occasional thievery in broad daylight—fostered an undercurrent of cutthroat competitiveness which shadowed the lives of its residents. There was no place she would rather be. This kind of environment produced a lot of people with hurts and ills, and Rosemary couldn’t find it in her heart to turn them away.
She just had to be smart about it. And she did! She liked to think she picked up a few tips and tricks over time. Waterdeep was still a dizzying place, and the Dock Ward stuck in a frenzied dance, but at least now she could perform a couple steps before getting knocked out to rest in the wings.
After her latest encounter with a certain guild demanding she “procure” a “license to heal” or be “ejected out of this fine city,” a standoff which ended when, in a moment of pure madness and exasperation, the cleric picked up her mace and shield from the rafters and marched down, screaming, “This is my license to heal! Now git!”, Rosemary made it a point to acquaint herself with the guards in the Dock Ward. At first it was to report the whole deal; now that the pests knew the location of her hospice, she doubted it would be long before they returned, perhaps with sturdier reinforcements that wouldn’t squeal and pale at the sight of a blunt weapon. She wouldn’t have used it anyway. But wouldn’t you know it, sometimes one of the wounded guards found their way to the clinic. Caused a bit of unintended trouble—the look on that rookie’s face when she stepped in and found at least five faces on Wanted posters staring back at her, almost like she wanted another concussion—but Annbeth helped smooth things over. Rosemary certainly wasn’t allowing arrests on her grounds for what? Pilfering a bread loaf? Breaking a window. Please.
So there. A touch of lawlessness, a rural healer who benefited well from a companionable relationship with the law… A personal investment. It was no wonder Rosemary jumped at the chance to investigate where this Dream Flake was coming from. As far as she was concerned, it was a pressing issue—the swelling number of substance-addled patients she had to admit, then later refer to the House of the Moon for want of supplies and experience in this kind of rehabilitation, became a mounting source of worry. The sooner they cut the snake’s head…
And with these thoughts in mind, the healer entered the narrow, cluttered building the beleaguered folks of the City Watch called their office. She looked better—dark circles, like purpling bruises, lined the undersides of her eyes, and her entire appearance screamed disaffected urgency—but a bit of life bolstered her gait as she went past the doorway, nodding at a familiar face or two. Then…
“Captain Ortiga. Good day,” a gentle voice, rustling like a soft breeze, added to the ongoing discussions in the room, and Rosemary stepped forward. “Apologies for comin’ in late as I did. Had to hold things down in the hospice for a tick.” She absentmindedly rubbed at a wide green stain at the back of her hand and smiled warmly at the other women. “Ladies. So. Where do we begin?”
Rosie’s Cantrips & Prepared Spells: Guidance, Light, Sacred Flame; Bless (Life), Cure Wounds (Life), Detect Poison and Disease, Shield of Faith, Lesser Restoration (Life), Spiritual Weapon (Life), Hold Person, Prayer of Healing, Warding Bond, Zone of Truth
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Post by Kai Wren on Dec 1, 2019 13:47:16 GMT
The trio of new arrivals earned a quizzical look from Marilyn, and an exasperated one from the Captain. Ortiga had been in this game long enough to know that prevention was better than cure; seeking out the source of this influx and putting an end to it would pay dividends in the long run. When it came to actually helping Waterdeep stay relatively safe and healthy, it was more important to stop the poison entering the City tomorrow than it was to put an end to what was due to arrive today. But, that wasn’t how law enforcement worked. The money was earmarked for the seizure of drugs; information leading to someone who was probably far outside of the reach of Waterdeep’s law enforcement could only command so high a price. “We know from our informants that there will be a large shipment coming in somewhere on the Docks tonight after tenth bell.” Ortiga said, “We don’t know what ship, how it will be smuggled in or precisely how much there will be, but we trust that it will be happening. There won’t be too much legitimate activity happening that late at night, but we don’t have the manpower to search every ship and, probably, tussle with some organised criminals, so we need you to find it, take it, and bring it back here.” Marilyn cut in, then. The blonde smiled from ear to ear as she looked over the motley crew of fellow freaks and weirdos. She had a smile as bright as the moon on a cloudless sky. Just as wild, too. “And I’ll be taking samples. If I can get my hands on enough of it, I should be able to ascertain the true composition of this substance and the source of its psychoactive effects, which will in turn tell us the likely source of the compound or how it is made at least.” Ortiga shot her a dour look, and shook his head. “As I’ve told the ‘Professor’ several times.” His voice put in the airquotes, clearly not convinced of the ‘credentials’ that the woman had shown him in any kind of legitimate sense, “There are a thousand reasons why that’s not allowed, most of them dating back to the Code Legal and the actions I am empowered to allow civilians to undertake in the name of the Watch. If you can find out more about where this is coming from, and even better if you can stop it, great. There’ll be some extra coin in it for you. But you have to do it legally, and your main goal is to get this stuff off the streets. Are we clear?” moralhazard pastels Jarovbees |
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Post by moralhazard on Dec 1, 2019 18:27:55 GMT
If Miri was aware of Ortiga’s exasperation, the quizzical frown of the serious looking woman whose conversation she’d interrupted, the nervous demeanor of the lovely woman who joined them, or the heavy bags beneath the eyes in the lively, emotive face of the last member of their little party, she gave no sign of any of it. Her grin, which had edged, slightly and naturally, into a smirk, was unchanged; her hands stayed on her hips, although the fingers of one, clad in invisible gloves, tapped lightly against her leather armor.
“Tonight after the tenth bell,” Miri murmured, and grinned wider. Wandering the dock ward late at night with two – three? – attractive women in search of misadventure was, Miri thought, very much her idea of a good time.
The bounty hunter raised her eyebrows at the scientist, and her gaze flicked back to Ortiga, curious. “Oh, sure, very clear,” Miri said, lightly, and ran her tongue over her lips. Legally, of course. Naturally. She glanced sideways at the nervous looking woman, and shot her a light wink, more on principle than for any particular reason.
“Just a few questions, Captain,” Miri said, and grinned. “How many shipments have come in so far? Do we know if they’ve used this drop before?” She bit her lip, teeth dragging over it, and shifted her weight lightly on the balls of her feet, and smiled, slow and even and much less nice. “Can we talk to any of your informants?”
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Post by Jarovbees on Dec 1, 2019 19:56:43 GMT
Wait, another? Umbrae stepped back a bit and glanced to the door, as another woman joined them. This was turning out to be a more popular endeavor than she'd realized, and the thought of the group growing much larger was almost enough to have her slip away with a badly-prepared excuse. However, no one else seemed to accompany the newest woman, and her gentle, friendly demeanor was encouraging. Her lips twitched in what might have been a smile, but so fleeting that one could be forgiven for thinking they might have imagined it. "A hospice? It could be helpful to have a healer along...."
That bright and wild smile from the blonde woman was a bit too intense for her, and she averted her gaze after giving a polite nod, though that didn't mean she wasn't listening. The dispute between the woman and the captain had her glancing back and forth between them, brow furrowing slightly. The importance and relevance of the Code Legal was lost on her, and she made a mental note to ask about it later. For now, her expression didn't seem to favor either one, just listening with slight curiosity. That might evaporate if it seemed like they were just going to continue in circles, but for now she was just trying to learn what she could. She nodded at the captain's question, as it seemed like that's the response he wanted and she had no real interest in prolonging this particular meeting.
Tonight, after the tenth bell. Well, that would afford some time to plan and prepare. She was already mentally going over the contents of her tome and how it might apply to their situation, though the light wink through her off and she bit her lip, not knowing what to make of that or how to respond. So, she latched onto the questions given, any shift in the woman's smile or tone lost on her. "Whatever information you can give us would be very helpful. The more you share, the better we know what we're dealing with."
Or at least that might be true of the other three. Umbrae was starting to feel more and more out of her depth, but...no, she was staying. Even if she was so very new to all this, she would watch and learn, and contribute.
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Post by pastels on Dec 2, 2019 9:04:43 GMT
With a hum to show that she heard the comment, Rosemary tilted her head towards the nervous, dark-haired individual. “Oh, that’s me. I can’t claim to be an expert on this, but I have a handful of folks sufferin’ from the effects and…” She sighed. “Anyway. I’ll take care of us. Hopefully nobody needs any patchin’ up!” This was said with a light, matter-of-fact tone; conflict might be unavoidable, but she was more than ready to support anyone that needed it.
“Heard you loud and clear.” Rosemary folded her hands over her stomach, a mild smile on her face. Her expression was neutral. Oh, she heard the Captain, alright. Hardly meant she took his words to heart, but there was no use to antagonizing the guard. Dalesfolk were probably the worst audience for speeches about the law; the distance between each village and the next often meant that communities were largely in control of their own codes of conduct, and punishments for transgressions could range from a light sermon (as in Eldhearth) to a very public mobbing. And for Rosie, her patients were the utmost priority—she would refrain from breaking the Code Legal, sure, but if the law doesn’t accommodate what’s best for them… Well. What the Captain doesn’t know won’t hurt him!
The healer glanced over at Marilyn. As far as she could tell, the overeager woman seemed to be in this for the knowledge. That was a relief.
“Goodness. That’s well past dinner.” Tenth bell, hm? That was enough time for her to do away with the day’s tasks at the clinic. Rosemary waited for the others to pose their questions, then added, “And say we get the cargo… Do we return it here? Will it be safe in this office, with the Watch? No offense, Captain. You and I both know the gangs in the Dock Ward are as ruthless as they come.” Until they break a bone and try to weasel in the hospice, anyway. A fracture knocked one’s ego down a peg or two!
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Post by Kai Wren on Dec 5, 2019 17:14:19 GMT
The Captain gave Rosemary a rather quizzical look at that. “How bad, exactly, do you think things are here?” He asked, folding his arms across his thick chest. “We might not have as much manpower as we’d like, but we still have the rule of law here. This isn’t the Undermountain.” If she’d been talking about that place, where the Watch rarely ventured without extremely good reason, he might have been more sympathetic to her. As it was, it sounded like she was saying the Watch couldn’t control the Docks – the primary source of commerce in and out of Waterdeep. As though the Lords would ever let things get that bad.
“We don’t have any informants, and we don’t know if they’ve used this drop before.” He continued, looking to Miri and Umbrae in turn. “This information has not come through the usual sources. The Lords have pulled in a favour from the Church of Tyr. They’ve asked for guidance from the Maimed God himself. Powerful magic. We’re not playing around, here. The Lords want this situation dealt with, which is why they’ve authorised me to pay you people.”
“But not.” Marilyn said, “Apparently enough for us to actually solve the problem sensibly.”
That earned her a sharp and disapproving look.
“If you can’t abide by the regulations, you don’t have to take the job.”
That seemed to take some of the wind out of Marilyn’s sails, and she sighed, heavily. “Alright, fine.” She said, brushing her hands through her hair as she cast her eye over the others.
“I suppose we can go and have a look around? Though, if they’ve any sense, they won’t be bringing the ship to port until later in the day. But, there might be some… other, areas of investigations, which we can explore?”
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Post by moralhazard on Dec 5, 2019 18:06:00 GMT
Miri let out a long, low whistle, eyebrows lifting lightly. The Maimed God himself. She glanced around the office, her eyes skimming over the cells, then back at the Captain and the rest of their little party.
“An excellent idea,” Miri grinned at the woman who seemed to want a bit of the powder so badly. “Don’t worry Captain,” she grinned at Ortiga, brightly and cheerfully, “we’ll come back if we think of anything else to ask.”
Once they had a little distance from the Captain, heading towards the docks, Miri turned to the other women, navigating backwards through the office with remarkable ease. “I’m Miri Blackstone,” she said, grinning, white teeth bright in her dark face. “A pleasure to meet all of you. And you are…?” Her gaze lingered on each of them in turn; she smiled at the woman who she seemed to have startled before, gentle and friendly; she winked, lightly, at the woman who’d mentioned the hospice and seemed (reasonably) skeptical about the watch's ability to keep the shipment safe; and she grinned, friendly and neutral, at the somewhat awkward scientist.
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Post by Jarovbees on Dec 5, 2019 18:23:24 GMT
Hearing about the church's involvement, Umbrae bit her lower lip and fidgeted. Even more eager to depart, now, she nodded to Marilyn's suggestion and wasted no time in following. She easily kept pace, not glancing back as they headed toward the entrance. The sooner they were on their own, the better. She tugged on her handwraps and drew her cloak tighter around herself in anticipation of the winter cold about to greet them.
Oh, right, introductions. She hadn't even thought about making those or suggesting them, and her ignorance about such things made her wince in embarrassment. Should she have done that before? Oh well, there was no time like the present to correct that. She averted her gaze, clearing her throat. "My name is Umbrae. I'm new around here, so I hope you all know how to get around better than I do." Otherwise, they would be doomed to head around in circles and who needed that?
Having Miri's introduction, she glanced to the two others and listened patiently. Part of that was due to genuine curiosity, but she was also just as glad to take the attention off herself for a bit.
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Post by pastels on Dec 6, 2019 2:32:23 GMT
Oh. Was that a rhetorical question? Rosemary covered her mouth, wisely cutting off a reply which, although sincere enough, might land her in hot water. “Forget it. I’ll take that as a yes t’ sendin’ the buggy back here.” The mention of the Maimed God’s involvement brought a certain weight to the situation. She hoped their group would be up to task. “Well, that’s it, I suppose. We’ll be seein’ you, Captain.”
Once they were out of the office and back into the busy streets, the others began to introduce themselves. The prospect of working with strangers would have caused a great deal of anxiety before… She would have sputtered and stammered three ways while saying her own name. But the cleric’s nerves were (fortunately?) numbed by fatigue and an ironclad purpose, and she found that good grace was easier to access now than it was before. Rosemary tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear as her pale, silver-water eyes flitted from one unfamiliar face to another, and she broke out another smile, even a startled giggle at the graceful woman who winked at her.
“Well, hello to you too. I’m Rosemary Fairloom, but call me Rosemary—or Rosie! Nice to meet y’all.” Her cheeks were tinged pink, not from the cold, and Rosie looked appropriately abashed. “Suppose I should apologize for soundin’ a bit tough in there. I think perhaps that the good Captain and I have different ideas about the Dock Ward an’ how it works.” Umbrae mentioned that she was new, and a flash of amusement sparkled in the healer’s eyes. “Ooh, no worries about that. Truth is, I haven’t been out of this Ward yet, been too busy with the clinic an’ such… But, anyway, it ain’t a bad idea to go to the portside. Umbrae, if you get lost, just follow the laborers.” She pumped one arm to pantomime a comically exaggerated bicep. “They’re usually fixin’ to drink after work, and good chances are you’ll end up on a main street after a bit. Well. Shall we? At the very least we might find a good place to observe.”
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Post by Kai Wren on Dec 25, 2019 9:53:26 GMT
“Professor Marilyn Roquette.” The blonde woman introduced herself as they left the guardhouse. She wasn’t exactly sad to see it go, either, though for rather different reasons; as though she cared a whit for the importance of Gods and magic brought to bear on the situation. All she was interested in was the Dream Flake. The sooner they got to the goods, the sooner she might have an opportunity to satiate her curiosity.
The streets outside were relatively empty; the guardhouse being situated relatively far from the actual docks, where the day’s work will be getting underway. Just a few people bringing unloaded goods into the city, or taking goods to load.
“I have a certain professional interest in this substance.” She continues, “I am an alchemist by trade, you see. For instance!”
With a rather carefree flourish, she produces a bag from about her person – where, precisely, it came from is a mystery in its own right. The contents within glitter bright red and brilliant; a powder of some sort?
“A concoction of my own creation. Please, help yourself. If you snort it, it will fizz in quite the astounding fashion, or you can rub it into your gums if you prefer. I call it Marrowbuzz Powder. It provides energy, dampens pain, and promotes the clotting of blood in the case of injury. Quite magnificent stuff. Especially as we are going into a rougher part of the City.”
She offers the bag around to her companions, all bright eyes and eagerness… though whether it is the most sensible thing in the world to be encouraging her fellows to partake of mysterious red powder directly outside of a guardhouse is another matter entirely.
“I have already discussed matters with some of my business associates.” She continues, cheerfully, “They were quite unable to assist. But it sounds as though you have been in this place for some time, Ms. Fairloom? Perhaps you know where our inquiries might begin?”
(OOC: If people want to partake of the Marrowbuzz Powder it will count as Aid - +5 hp (NOT temporary HP) for 8 hours. I’d like to run a little skill challenge for gathering information, so if you’d like to nominate a skill you can justify using to gain information from the docks and incorporate it into your next post we’ll do a quick montage for everyone doing the investigating bit!)
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Post by Jarovbees on Jan 4, 2020 2:51:30 GMT
Umbrae inspected the bag as it was passed around to her and made a thoughtful sound. Snorting it wasn't going to happen -she didn't want anything fizzing around her nasal cavity- so the young woman opted for the second method suggested, taking a small amount and applying it experimentally to her gums. She waited to see how her body reacted to it, but...nothing bad happened. Glancing to the others, she shrugged and passed it onto the next person.
"No dizziness, nausea or anything else unsavory...I can live with this." She nodded her thanks to Marilyn, mildly impressed with the concoction and its effects. Umbrae's own power did not cover such strengths, and she was gratified to know that the team was at least somewhat well-rounded. An assortment of skills was probably the best approach, anyway.
Waiting for Rosemary to answer Marilyn, Umbrae glanced around and tried to think of how she might assist aside from magic. Not that she was going without, but she wasn't completely devoid of social skills. "If you think they would respond better to an 'addict', I could pretend to be one and try to gather some information that way...."
((OOC:I'll nominate Deception. Umbrae's a pretty good liar, when need be.))
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Post by pastels on Jan 5, 2020 11:12:11 GMT
Rosemary sidled closer to the eager professor soon as she produced that pouch. And so close to the guardhouse too! Thank goodness the streets were devoid of watchful eyes. Too early for that. Despite the cleric’s (well-deserved) suspicion of shady substances, considering the present situation with dream flake, she couldn’t deny some fascination with Marilyn’s powder.
“Ah, thank you kindly, but I’m fine,” Rosemary politely held a hand up after a quick glance at the Watch’s headquarters, barely half a street behind. “But blood-clotting, pain relief… That’s almost like bog mandrake, but with less shrieking an’ acidic puree! How’d you do it?” Like most of the healers back home, Rosie utilized traditional medicine and magic in her hospice… But really, anything that could help heal folk was of interest. You don’t find new means by staying in the same lane forever, after all! She watched as Umbrae took a pinch and applied it to her gums. No immediate adverse reactions. Well, would you take a look at that!
Going back to their objectives, however…
“Oh, goodness,” Rosemary’s cheeks flushed. “You give me too much credit, professor. I ain’t know much, but let’s see…” She blew air out through her lips and swiveled on the spot, braid bobbing from side to side like a cat’s tail. “If it’s comin’ in through this here port, someone’s going t’ receive it. Best bet's through the dockside warehouses. That means they’ll be preparin’ to make a quick an’ easy trip, y’know? Makin’ sure the spot’s clean and well-guarded. I’ll be lookin’ out for folks actin’ suspicious: keepin’ lanes clear, casing the joint instead of doin’ an honest day’s work, gearin’ up for a scuffle. I’ll bet my bracelet we’ll find a couple of dealers stickin’ to the shadows somewhere, keepin’ an eye out for the law.” The cleric sighed. “’Course, that’s easier said than done, spottin’ a shady deal in this place. The alleys are a little too much like webs for my liking...”
(OOC: Rosie’s going to walk around and use either Perception or Insight. Kinda unsure which to use since the latter’s also about “determining the true intentions of a creature, such as when searching out a lie or predicting someone's next move. Doing so involves gleaning clues from body language, speech habits, and changes in mannerisms,” and she’s kind of checking out vibes)
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