Realms of Dread, Chapter Four

[VAN]

"Oh thank you Glim! Very kind of you."

Says Inovidil with a smile.

When their drinks arrived gets a sip of her wine and says:

"And now we wait...hope Vindala will come tonight and if we get lucky have a show today too. I'm sure she will be great. After the show we can go and talk to her."

[steveflam]

Breana moves forward. "Would ye mind if I take a look at the door closer an perhaps we could have a look inside, gents? We only be doing our jobs by investigatin, so it's all on the up and up. Do you know if anything was stolen?"

[Ken of Ghastria]

"Yes," adds Blaise after Breana speaks. "There could be something inside that will help us find out who is behind these acts. Even if nothing was stolen now, that doesn't mean the building's owner will be so fortunate next time. I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

[kintire]

''Is there anything we can do to help you, besides just answering questions?''

If Ironheart doesn´t reply, Shana will remark

"I don´t know very much about your resources. Anything you can find out about this woman would be helpful. Or anything that might lead us to her. Perhaps as simple as a good place to look?"

[ewancummins]

warehouse district

One of the two workers replies-

''Sure, go ahead and enter. Like I told you, nothing is missing. ''

The two men stand aside and hold the door open for Blaise and Breana to enter.

The lighting is poor within the warehouse, just what's coming through the door and a little light through a few narrow shuttered windows, mounted high on the featureless walls. The warehouse is just one big room, like the interior of a typical barn. The air is rather thick, and smells of straw, earth, and manure. Stacks of heavy crates line the walls, but the middle of the rough wooden floor is clear.

[ewancummins]

Morningmist Hall

If Ironheart doesn´t reply, Shana will remark

"I don’t know very much about your resources. Anything you can find out about this woman would be helpful. Or anything that might lead us to her. Perhaps as simple as a good place to look?"

The young clergyman answers-

''Well, I suppose you could try to scry for her. We have only one cleric gifted enough to do that- Dawnbringer Harmond. he helped you this morning with a divination, I think. Would you like me to take you to him now? ''

[kintire]

Shana smiles gratefully

"That would be excellent, thank you!"

[Ken of Ghastria]

Blaise steps in with Breana. "So," he whispers to her, "is your spell still in effect? You search one way, I'll search another." He calls upon his enhanced senses to dispel the shadows.

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OOC: Blaise activates his See the Unseen invocation to see in the dark and spot any invisible objects. Then he resumes using his detect magic ability.

[steveflam]

"Yes it is still working." As Blaise suggests she moves one way while he moves another, concentrating on her spell.

[ewancummins]

King's Tower

Alain and Jamethon are admitted to a storeroom that's positively overflowing with books and scrolls, some of which are singed or soot-marked.

The archivist, a spindly old man with whispy white hair combed over his balding pate, tells the two investigators:


''It's a proper mess now, damned if it isn't! Those vile buggers burnt some of the books and damaged so much of the three records halls, we've had to move everything that could be saved here. Been sorting for days, and still not done. Damnation!''


the Drowning Flagon-

Waiting for Vindala Chalanther to make an appearance, Glim and Ino get a chance to see and hear several fine performances by local minstrels. Glim drinks a few more cups of wine, but doesn't seem to be getting drunk.

Just now, Ino spots a familiar face in the crowd: Threan. The drab-clothed little gnome is working his way through the clusters of big folk, headed for the table at which Ino and Glim are seated.


Morningmist Hall

The young priest escorts Shana and Ironheart [if the barbarian wishes to come] to the well appointed but not too large quarters of Dawnbringer Harmond [the same man who'd performed the divination this morning].

The senior cleric dismisses the junior, and bids his guests to sit.

''How may I help you, Mistress Shana, Master Ironheart?''

inside the warehouse

Breana and Blaise find:

-crates, lots of them. The crates are laced shut with tarry ropes.

-a few rats, which run away or hide when the searchers get too close-

-a green glass bottle, broken at the top and empty-

[Lord Skybolt]

"Hello Ino, Glim I see you got here . I have some bad news to report . "As soon he gets to the table sits down and fills them in on todays events and his part in them leaving out his thoughts that the renegade Cleric might be Rardi .

[ewancummins]

Drowning Flagon


Glimzine finishes his cup of wine.

[VAN]

Inovidil tilts her head towards Threen and says:

"Look Glim your brother arrived."

With a smile addresses the gnome.

"Hope wasn't very difficult to find us in the crowd Threen. We are still waiting Vindala Chalenther to make her appearance. Do you want to join us for a drink...or better say for a few drinks?!"

Says as winks to Glim.

"I don't drink so much but your brother here is keeping the maid busy!"

[BigBadQDaddy]

King's Tower

Alain and Jamethon are admitted to a storeroom that's positively overflowing with books and scrolls, some of which are singed or soot-marked.

The archivist, a spindly old man with whispy white hair combed over his balding pate, tells the two investigators:

Alain purses his lips as he looks at the disaster strewn about before Jamethon and himself. It would seem as if nothing was going to be easy.
"Perhaps we should stick to the old fashioned way of investigating. It would take months to sort through this sty." He looks at Jamethon a bit dispirited.
"It seems either method of investigating the warehouse district is a nigh impossible task. Either we search from door to door or we sift through this lot in hopes that it narrows down our search. In either case it would add months on to our investigation." He idly runs his fingers through his hair, attempting to sooth the frustration.
"Somehow, whoever is in charge of this macabre operation is able to relocate the children swiftly and without notice." Alain's thoughts shuffle like a pack of cards as he pours over everything he had been through over the past few days. He thinks of Mara.
"The night soil men. They would have to know something. If whoever is behind this is able to move the children swiftly and without notice, the person would have to move them under cover of night. That is unless they are able to burrow, but that is a bit ridiculous.
Not only that, the morning I was captured by the children everyone else was already indisposed with investigating Delthrin, or I suppose in jail. They could have easily moved the creatures without us noticing." He stops talking abruptly. "As a matter of fact, who better to move the children then the night soil men themselves?" He takes a moment to catch his breath and mull things over before giving a somewhat small smile to break up his former look of desperation.
"We may have our first legitimate suspect. We need to find out who is in charge of the cities night soil men."
He thinks about the man who gave his account of what happened at the orphanage. He was night soil man himself. He did say that being a night soil man paid better than you would think. Perhaps some of that coin was meant to compensate for his silence. Or maybe he just didn't know.
As he turned to head out of the room, he asked Jamethon in a sort of idle conversational tone, "How high off the ground do you think one of these carts are that the night soil men use?"

[kintire]

"Worthy Dawnbringer, we are informed that you may be abe to scry the location of this renegade priestess. That would make our task of bringing her to justice much easier. Would it be possible?"