Realms of Dread IC, Chapter One

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:52 pm

The Old Shell-

Moorkoft had just returned as the fight broke out across the room. Seeing Ironheart looking at him Jamethon nods and says,

''Right, let's do it.''

Ironheart's very first punch sends a man reeling away from the huge barbarian, spitting out shattered teeth from between smashed bloody lips. His second blow leaves another man stretched out unconscious on the floor.

Not far away from Ironheart, Jamethon is busy fighting a fat man. While not notably large and muscular, and not from the look of things a trained pugilist, the ex-priest is giving an good account of himself.

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:17 pm

VAN wrote:As before she prefers to not follow Delthrin inside. She isn't sure that she can manage to enter before the man closes the door behind him. Delthrin was a necromancer and for sure has high intelligence, it would have been a surprise for him if the door doesn't close immediately and get an obstacle. Also if she enters she should stick behind Delthrin when he enters with the risk to sense her breath. So decides to wait and visit the place with the others and interrogate the woman. Rardi is good to that and maybe a spell could help to know the truth.

As waiting Inovidil goes closer to the frame and gets a peek inside.

Peeking through the shutters of one of the outside windows, Ino sees the room within. It is set up as a spinning room- Ino sees five spinning wheels arranged in a circle on the floor. Each machine has a girl seated beside it, operating it to produce thread. The girls converse as they work-

''So I told him he couldn't have any more kisses without giving me a ring!''

''Ha, Betha, are you actually tring to scare him off?''

'' You two used to be fun, now all you talk about is stupid boys and kissing and weddings. Yuck.''

This last comment comes from the smallest of the workers, a little russet haired girl who looks to be no more than nine years old.

Just then, Ino hears Delthrin's voice from off to he right side.

'' I will return next week to check on them. Now I must return home. Good day to you.''

The necromancer has left the building and is walking down the street. He passes near Ino without seeming to notice her presence. He is headed in the direction of the nearest canal...

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:20 pm

courtyard behind the militia HQ-

BigBadQDaddy wrote:
"Yes, I imagine so. Must have been a terrible ordeal to be a part of." Alain shuffles his foot in the dirt a little bit, looking around for some inspiration. "I understand that This Prake fellow must be under a lot of pressure, and most surely quite busy given the circumstances, would you perhaps know where he could be found?"

''Now? I don't really know. All I know for sure is that he'll be at that big party tonight. If you want to talk to him anytime soon, that's probably your best bet. ''

BigBadQDaddy · Post by **BigBadQDaddy** » Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:26 pm

courtyard behind the militia HQ-

"You wouldn't happen to know how one could get an invitation to this ball, would you? Or perhaps being a part of the militia and all, get assigned as security?"

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:41 pm

Blackpillars-

The serving man leads Archideus to a spacious sitting room. It contains several paintings and drawings hung at various spots around the chamber. Some of these are professional looking, but others are amatuerish, even childish in their crudity. The furniture is all very comfortable, but some of it could use a good dusting. Light comes from a heatless candelabrum set into an alcove along one of the walls.

The hoary-headed servant goes off to get some tea and biscuits for Archideus, leaving the watchman alone in the big room.
Archideus has been alone for only a few minutes when the hair on the back of his neck rises and he experiences that uncanny sensation one sometimes gets when under the gaze of hidden eyes. Seated in a plush armchair, the old soldier can hear something moving behind him: soft breathing, furtive footsteps creeping ever closer, a rustling sound like a curtain being moved....

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:50 pm

BigBadQDaddy wrote:courtyard behind the militia HQ-

"You wouldn't happen to know how one could get an invitation to this ball, would you? Or perhaps being a part of the militia and all, get assigned as security?"

''Well...Captain Rask has put me in charge of all assignments for tonight. I suppose I could just assign you there as additional security. ''

kintire · Post by **kintire** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 3:44 am

Shana setps quietly into the room through the open door, and then off to one side, pressing back against the wall as she waitss for the madam to enter, or go by

steveflam · Post by **steveflam** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 7:55 am

Looking at Blaise, Rardi says. "Mebbe we should head back to tha pub. Or even better, that man might be involved with the beheadins? I be sure I kin get to ask him some questions through me magics an 'e won' be able ta lie ta me. Whut ye be thinkin?"

Ken of Ghastria · Post by **Ken of Ghastria** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 8:23 am

tarlyn wrote:Looking at Blaise, Rardi says. "Mebbe we should head back to tha pub. Or even better, that man might be involved with the beheadins? I be sure I kin get to ask him some questions through me magics an 'e won' be able ta lie ta me. Whut ye be thinkin?"

"It's a thought," says Blaise softly, "though he's probably not our man. I doubt that the 217 gods of Faerun would be smiling on us with that bit of luck. From what we know, our beheader was not just strong, but disciplined. This brute --" he nods in the direction where the militia took the razor-wielding man, "-- was about as disciplined as a wild boar. Still, if he's a regular customer, he might know something. I'll go with you."

He pauses, looking around. "Where did Shana sneak off to you? I saw her on the stairs two minutes ago..."

Guest · Post by **Guest** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 2:16 pm

Archedius calmly stands up from the chair and walks to the middle of the room, placing his hand on the grip of his shortsword he turns and listens.

"Come out from the darkness please. I wouldn't mind some company while I enjoy my tea. Sneaking up behind me is not the way to earn my favor however. I will give you a moment to comply before I draw my blade."

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 3:11 pm

Blackpillars-

Anonymous wrote:Archedius calmly stands up from the chair and walks to the middle of the room, placing his hand on the grip of his shortsword he turns and listens.

"Come out from the darkness please. I wouldn't mind some company while I enjoy my tea. Sneaking up behind me is not the way to earn my favor however. I will give you a moment to comply before I draw my blade."

Archedius hears a strange tittering noise from one of the dark corners of the room. A small figure emerges from the shadows, a humanoid shape no bigger than one of those odd gnomes in the smithy. This doesn't appear to be a gnome, though...it looks like a child, a little girl in a dark blue lace dress and veil. Her face is almost completely obscured by the veil, with only the vaguest hint of a human visage beneath. The girl, if that's truly what she is, nimbly moves across the floor and takes a seat on the couch opposite Archedius. He hears the odd tittering noise again,this time obviously coming from the veiled figure.

BigBadQDaddy · Post by **BigBadQDaddy** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 4:36 pm

courtyard behind the militia HQ-

"If you could manage that sergeant, I would be grateful."

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 4:48 pm

in Madam's room

The portly proprietor of the Palace enters the room and closes the door behind herself. She moves over to the strongbox and kneels down next to it. Madam retrieves a key from within her bodice, secrued to her person with a long, finely wrought chain. She inserts the key into the lock on the box and unlcoks the mechanism. Flipping the box open, Madam runs her pudgy hands over the items contained within: and abacus, several carefully small sacks, letters, a couple of small books, a pair of silk slippers, some jewelry and some other personal effects. She then reaches into a pocket sewn into the lining of her dress and adds ten silver coins to one of the sacks the strongbox. After that, she closes the box and locks it up once more. With some effort, she slowly shoves the heavy strongbox beneath the bed.

Madam then pours herself a drink from a glass decanter beside the bed. She's drinking something amber colored which smells like liquor. Now she takes off her shoes and places these at the foot of the bed. Sliding her bulk into a horizontal position atop the sagging, groaning bedframe, the fat woman settles in for a nap. In a minute or so, she appears to be fast asleep.

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 4:52 pm

BigBadQDaddy wrote:courtyard behind the militia HQ-

"If you could manage that sergeant, I would be grateful."

''Sure. Will it just be you, or are you taking others from your team? I'll need to know by nightfall, at the latest. ''

[It is currently only early afternoon, so Alain possibly has time if he should wish to track down his comrades and consult with them. ]

ewancummins · Post by **ewancummins** » Thu Apr 23, 2009 5:08 pm

The Old Shell-

The fight is over. Ironheart stands in the middle of the floor. His knuckles are bloody, but it isn't his own blood. In fact, he has no serious injuries of note, just some minor scratches and bruises. Seven battered and bloodied men lie on the floor in a rough circle around the hulking warrior. None are dead, but four of them are unconscious or stunned.

Jamethon Moorkoft squats atop the fat man he'd been fighting. He is binding the man's wrists and ankles with a length of cord.

Jamethon says to Ironheart-

''That was some impressive peacekeeping, Ironheart! I think you could have probably handled the room by yourself. Well, I've arrested this rotund fellow here, at least. Do you know who started the fight, or why?''

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Realms of Dread IC, Chapter One