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Post by korth on Nov 29, 2015 20:36:52 GMT
As the group looks around Sylvan says aside to Brinok, "The money is horrible, but the shield that gives this place its name is also gone. Although it looks like a fairly plain, small leather shield with a grinning kobold's face, I was told that granted its user resistance to acid."
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Dec 3, 2015 6:28:47 GMT
Though the Grinning Kobold was not his usual haunt, this was not the first time that Brinok had walked inside the limestone walls of the establishment. After all, it was not unusual for a dwarf to sample the taverns of a city at least once a decade in hopes of finding a gem. He had remembered Sylvan enough to put a name to a face when the group had walked into the place, and while the man was clearly older than he remembered, it was the building itself that spoke of the passing years. Some chipping here and there, new stains in places that weren't covered up, even a small blade-made gouge in the corner where a fight might have once broken out. However, it was the 7 foot tall hole leading out of the building through the far wall that had Brinok's attention as Sylvan spoke to him again, "Hmm? Well, that's going to stand out - was the face carved into the shield or was it just a covering that could be removed?".
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Post by valdor on Dec 3, 2015 22:53:36 GMT
Valdor stood at the door of the tavern and looked around. Well, if this was where her father had bid her not enter; then again her was correct. Her gaze swept the floors, slippery with the slopped of many a brew. The yeast spell of hopes permeated the air. Then she caught herself, she was here to observe and learn. Something was amiss in her world. Evil, for sure and she was sure it was under layed by magic. she told herself to observe carefully and say little. With that she followed Brinoch to the seat he offered on the nearest bench.
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Post by korth on Dec 5, 2015 0:49:26 GMT
Sylvan thinks for a moment and then replies, "To the best of my knowledge. The skull under the face was part of the backing. The face itself was painted on the leather covering. I have never actually taken it off the wall."
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Dec 9, 2015 5:05:16 GMT
((ooc: Been dealing with life including a hit and run on my new car, so I've been a bit distracted.))
IC:
"All right. So walk me through what happened - so far I have it that someone or thing kicked in the front door, raided your strongbox, took the shield, and blew out the back wall to escape. How did the traders and their goods get involved?".
As Brinok questions the man, he makes a mental note to try to check around for fences and that perculiar shield.
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Post by korth on Dec 9, 2015 22:10:40 GMT
Listening to the dwarf silently, the man responds, "It didn't just raid my strong box... it walked out with it." You can see his mind adding up the costs that last night incurred.
Sylvan continues, "The trader's goods haven't been offloaded from their ships, but their extra gold was kept close to them. I don't have strong boxes for the rooms, so they asked if they could use mine. I can't even lift that box, it was carted in here on a mule, and pretty much just dropped where it has sat for years and years."
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Dec 15, 2015 0:52:26 GMT
At the revelation of the creature's strength, Brinok's hand stops brushing at his beard.
"Were there any witnesses, or just the trail of destruction?"
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Post by korth on Dec 15, 2015 16:11:09 GMT
Slyvan shakes his head in response to the dwarf, "I was the only one that made it down here, and all I could see by that time was a shadow moving off between the buildings across the way." He points out through the gaping hole in the wall.
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Dec 15, 2015 23:32:35 GMT
"Big shadow I am guessing, eh?
The dwarf turns towards where the man was pointing, "Going to see what I can find around the back, but if you can remember if anyone was thrown out around last call? Might've seen something if they couldn't stagger home fast enough".
Leaving Slyvan to think over the prior evening, Brinok wanders over to the hole and mumbles the short incantation to open his eyes to signs of magic (detect magic).
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Post by korth on Dec 16, 2015 22:03:35 GMT
Slyvan shrugs in response to the question of the size of the shadow, "It was very dark."
His mind works away for a minute or two about the question of throwing anyone out as he goes back to trying to get things back in shape. You can begin to hear the rustling of movement upstairs as patrons begin waking up, and though the common room is in disarray, the smell of the kitchens is enough to make anyone's mouth water.
As Brinok casts his spell the only thing he can detect is the smell of a basket of fresh baked bread that Slyvan's oldest son, Marlow, is carrying in. The boy nods to the dwarf as he passes, because, like most people in Northridge they may not know all Brinok's story, but they do all know him by name. There aren't many dwarves in Pelas T'Lon.
Sylvan wanders back over to the dwarf after a few moments, "I can't remember anyone other than my usual customers inside last night. If you're looking for the one most likely to be the latest passing the back way, it would be Talmudge Lockwriter. I think he's a cutter now, so you should be able to find him fairly easily. If not, he'll likely be back in tonight - he's banned at most places now so he usually comes here and behaves himself."
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Jan 6, 2016 23:22:07 GMT
((ooc: Hope everyone enjoyed their holidays))
IC:
Finding nothing in the immediate vicinity of the hole in the wall, Brinok sets aside the grumbling of his stomach and takes a step outside to examine the exterior wall and surroundings, curious about potential exit directions and looking for signs of magical foul-play which may have stuck around long enough to be noticed now. When Sylvan joins him outside, the dwarf is found examining the ground for depressions and other oddities which might have been caused by the weight of both the assailant and the heavy chest.
"Glad to hear you're still opening up shop tonight, at least. I'll definitely talk to him tonight, but that gives me some time".
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Post by korth on Jan 27, 2016 23:11:01 GMT
Slyvan nods to the dwarf, "That time is what I must be using now to prepare to open. I can't afford to be closed for a night, especially if I have to borrow the money from the Inn Keepers Guild or one of the families to reimburse what was stolen from the merchants."
(borrowing from a guild or great family is usually about 10-15% interest at the minimum, and also often comes with strings attached)
With that Slyvan holds out his hand to the dwarf to shake, "Thank you for at least looking around, I do appreciate it."
Did you have anywhere else in the city you wanted to go?
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Post by valdor on Jan 27, 2016 23:14:29 GMT
back to the school?
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Post by Uncertain|Doom on Feb 3, 2016 22:13:21 GMT
((ooc: We can handle most of this through some rolls at this point))
Brinok's free hand idly brushes at his beard as he shakes the man's hand both firmly and politely, "Try not to let that get around though, at least not until I've had a head start alright?"
Wandering out of the alleyway after a few more parting words, Brinok checks by the front of the tavern to see if any of the others had remained behind. He would explain to them that he wanted to do some wandering around, "Want to check out the other place that was hit, along with any nearby pawn shops and a few of the locals - don't need to wait up on me but you're welcome to tag along, to a point. Some of the folks around here won't like my line of questioning, and some may be even less inclined to answer with 'outsiders' around".
((Want to stop by the smithy briefly to see what was stolen and if the method of entry was similar enough. Also want to investigate local pawn shops and fences for the stolen goods, and possibly check in with the local thieve's guild if we even have one. I would settle for arranging a meeting with the rogues of the city for a future time as well, rather than an immediate meeting))
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Post by valdor on Feb 3, 2016 22:48:52 GMT
life intervenes, my father needs my help with the siblings. I left Squeaky in their care when we went into the sewers. One of the boys has been tormenting him and received a good bite for his troubles, I may be able to pop in. However go on without me.
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