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- December 25, 2015 at 10:42 pm #152102AnonymousInactive
The paddy wagon lumbered down the cobble stone street. “Tukufu! Tukufu, you old scholar where are you?” came the shout at 2:00 AM. From the vapors it was clear that Acturis has been drinking, while the stake on his eye suggests he was thrown out of the bar. “Shut your arse whoever you are and go home,” cries the wash lady from the gutter.”
“Don’t you know who I am?” The undir retorts. “I’ll throw you in the brig next time.” He continues pointing down to the iron bars of the portable jailhouse beside him. Acturis then climbs up to the top of the carriage and begins to sing as only a drunkard possibly can.
Oh my name is Acturis, I’m a sorrowful man,
‘cause in hunting the gnome I did fail.
Please forgive me my friend, and come drinking with me
A humbled man you don’t meet every day.I’m a roving old man, a hunter by trade,
And many a bounty I’ve lost
Please forgive me my friend, and come drinking with me,
A humbled man you don’t meet every day
.
A carriage I have, and a mancatcher staff,
And many’s the crowns that I store.
Please forgive me my friend, and come drinking with me,
A humbled man you don’t meet every day.I go out with my dog, and a crossbow to shoot,
all along the Azure Way.
Please forgive me my friend, and come drinking with me,
A humbled man you don’t meet every day.Come I’ll fill up your glass, with brandy and wine,
Whatever the cost I will pay.
Please forgive me my friend, and come drinking with me,
A humbled man you don’t meet every day.And it is often I’ve sat, with a bottle alone,
Near all men would wish for more.
Please forgive me my friend, and come drinking with me
A humbled man you don’t meet every day.Oh my name is Acturis, I’m a sorrowful man,
‘cause in hunting the gnome I did fail.
Please forgive me my friend, and come drinking with me,
A humbled man you don’t meet every dayDecember 26, 2015 at 1:57 am #270666AnonymousInactiveArcturis feels a tug on his cloak. Looking down he sees a small hooded figure offering him a flask. “Good sir you might want this. It will help with the hangover in the morning.” With that the figure jumps down from the paddy wagon and disappears into the darkness. Examining the flask Arcturis notes with some degree of trepidation the holy symbol of Anshar. “Don’t worry good sir,” comes a distant voice “it’s not poison, just my mom’s hangover remedy. She was a dwarf so you know it’s good….but really you should stop singing before the Blue Cloaks show up. They’re not happy people this time of night! See ya!”
December 26, 2015 at 2:22 am #270667AnonymousInactiveOOC: Mike you are a cruel man. But alas, but unlike Bardus, Acturis does not have an issue with the Ansharan’s.
IC: THANK YOU KIND SHADOW! MY ASSOCIATE PAM-MU HAS THE SAME RECIPE. GOOD STUFF!!!
December 26, 2015 at 2:37 am #270668AnonymousInactiveThe words reach the hooded figure. He stops and nods to himself. “Another satisfied customer” he thinks. “Mother would be so proud.” The figure then resumes his shuffling gait and disappears into the early morning mists.
December 28, 2015 at 2:38 am #270674frootsnaxParticipantTukufu eventually turns up.
“Arcturus you nut. You’re singing in front of Kelb’s curio shop…which is just as well since Belinay sleeps light…
“All is forgiven. Let’s get out of here. I know a place is open all night.”
December 28, 2015 at 2:39 pm #270675AnonymousInactiveAs they near the all-night tavern a hooded and cloaked figure bars their path. It wags a finger at them and says in a disapproving voice, “Shame on you Tukufu, an Altherian should know better! The last thing this poor man needs is more alcohol. Let’s take him to the Ansharan temple where we can sober him up and treat his addiction to this vile substance.”
December 31, 2015 at 3:58 am #270695frootsnaxParticipant“Do I know you? My mother always warned me about strangers hidden in their cloaks. They say all sorts of things and claim to have your interests at heart. Then they guide you to an alley and mug you or worse.”
“Arcturus? You want to go in or you want to head off to find Anshar with this cloaked guy?”
December 31, 2015 at 3:56 pm #270699AnonymousInactiveThe hooded and cloaked figure chuckles. “Most people shun my kind, and fear what I am. I swear by all the Gods in the Pantheon that I mean neither you nor your drunken friend any harm.” His voice shifts to a more menacing tone. “For if I deemed you a threat, we would not be having this pleasant conversation on the streets of the Blessed First City.” He continues on in his original friendly tone. “Now if you would rather not take him to an Ansharan temple, I can understand that. They can be rather unpleasant and hide all manner of secrets. You can take him somewhere else, as long as he sobers up. This poor man cannot salve his guilty conscience with alcohol. That never works. So what say you good sir? Oh and I am remiss. I must congratulate you on the return of you mother-in-law. I understand that was quite the harrowing expedition.”
December 31, 2015 at 7:35 pm #270701AnonymousInactiveSinging. “We’ve gota gnome, lets kick him in the morning, lets kick him in the evening, all over this land…”
December 31, 2015 at 8:21 pm #270702AnonymousInactiveThe hooded and cloaked figures regards the singing drunken Undir for a moment, then cocks his head as if thinking. Turning to Tukufu he says, “There are some battles not worth fighting. Feel free to give your friend some more “hair of the dog” as they say.” With that he turns and vanishes into the darkness.
December 31, 2015 at 8:25 pm #270703AnonymousInactiveFrom out of the darkness a voice says, “One more thing Tukufu, you may want to rethink your choice of friends. I have a bad feeling about this one.”
December 31, 2015 at 9:14 pm #270704AnonymousInactiveAs he walks away from the pair, the figure muses to himself, “A pity the Undir is so drawn to alcohol, he could be a valuable asset. Alas he cannot be trusted. He clearly lacks control of his emotions. As for Tukufu, he bears watching. He perhaps may be of use in the future. I must check with my agents.”
January 2, 2016 at 2:46 pm #270746AnonymousInactiveLater that evening….
A hooded and cloaked figure moves warily down the streets of the Pearl District. It stops in front of a ramshackle tenement, seemingly no different from any other nearby. It raps a curious pattern on the door. The door opens and it enters. The interior is dark and two figures regard each other for a moment in the entrance hallway, before moving down the hallway. They pass several heavy curtains designed to block light and muffle sound into a dimly lit, sparsely furnished room. The figure removes his hood and cloak revealing the twisted form of a male gnome. Curiously, he wears well-cared for Lorica Segmentata and has a gladius strapped to his side. Hanging from his neck is the golden symbol of the Inquisition of the Mother Church. His companion is equally unusual. While the dim light makes it difficult to make out specifics his features clearly mark him as one of the tainted Dark-Kin.
The Dark-Kin offers the gnome a cup of watered wine. “Any luck Spurius?” The gnome grimaces as he sips the wine. “Mal you know I hate that name. Call me Claudius, or even Nerva, but not that.” The Dark-Kin chuckles. “That’s why I do it, to get under your skin.” The gnome glares at the Dark-Kin before continuing. “To business. I have a mission for you. Set a watch on the Litera Scripta Manet. It’s a rare book shop run by an Altherian named Tukufu. And before you ask no I don’t think he’s involved in anything heretical, but his activities since he arrived in the Blessed First City bear investigation. He has connections with Tomal Khan’s Court and is a prominent member of the Emerald Society. We may be able to use him. But first we need to make sure he’s not involved in anything questionable. Standard procedure Mal, nothing fancy yet. We don’t want to tip our hand. I need to check things out with my local agents. Let me know if anything turns up. Right now I’ve had a bellyful of skulking around in the dark and am going to bed. Good night.”
January 15, 2016 at 11:56 pm #270937AnonymousInactiveA few nights later…
The gnome sits at the table nursing a cup of watered wine while he ponders the reports in front of him. The curtain covering the doorway parts and a cloaked figure enters. He hangs the cloak on a hook and approaches the gnome. The light from a lantern on the table shows the figure to be a dark-kin. The gnome looks up. “Well what have you got for me?” he says brusquely. The dark-kin smirks and replies, “Need to work on those social skills Spurius, what would the Matriarch say?” “Enough of your jibes, report!” snaps the gnome. The dark-kin sighs, “Nothing to report sir, Tukufu exhibits no suspicious activity, although he did disappear from the shop some time back. Something about an expedition into nearby ruins. His behavior before and since is consistent, there’s no sign of any contamination.” The gnome frowns, “Keep up the surveillance, everybody has secrets and I want to know what his are. The Emerald Society has their hooks into him and you know how they are.” His voice softens, “Good work though, go get some rest you’ve earned it. I have to finish reading these reports before sending in my own. Good night.”
January 16, 2016 at 5:46 pm #270946AnonymousInactiveThe next morning…
The gnome is sitting at the table eating breakfast when the dark-kin walks in. He looks up and motions for the dark-kin to take a seat. “Morning Mal, trust you got a good night’s rest? says the gnome. “As well as you can get in a dive like this.” replies the dark-kin. The gnome chuckles before replying, “Right, on to business then. Something’s come up I want you to look into. A human calling himself Bardus Maximus has been making waves with the local Ansharans and encouraging people destroy the gates if you can believe that. He needs to be stopped, but we don’t want him to disappear. That would simply lend credence to his claims or worse turn him into a martyr. No we need to find a way to discredit him so that people think he’s just another crackpot. The First City has plenty of those.” The dark-kin nods in agreement. “So put your agents to work and let’s see what we can dig up on this Bardus.”
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