In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 29):

Connard du Menteur is not a concerned citizen who dislikes after hours gambling halls; he is a small time racketeer who leans heavily on those who owe gambling debts, with his squad of legbreakers and finger takers. He has some kind of official status or licensed office with the Hadereum from which he gets income, and helps hide his activities, like a notary.
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:48, Fri 10 Aug 2018.

"This man is a crooked sixpence. We should deal with him, and leave evidence of his corruption behind, for the magistrate. "A corrupt official, gets what's been coming to him." It's a common enough tale..."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 31):

"I would prefer to see him prior to the Magistrate"

"Yes, live or dead. Preferably alive, so that we all may have satisfaction."
This message was last updated by the player at 20:57, Fri 10 Aug 2018.

"We can slaughter his associates and probably put enough fear in him to remove his will to resist us. I could send Miekka in and probably get the response I desire, but we'd have to be careful as sometimes I lose control of him when his mood is foul, and Brod has left him in quite a mood, I must admit."

He pulls Miekka from his sheath a few inches, the hum emanating from it louder than usual. He closes his eyes as if paying deep attention and nods, speaking in an extremely low voice, inaudible to those around the table.

"Let's go find some of the folks who've suffered at his hands, such as local shopkeepers and businessmen. They may have some information, they're eager to give out on the ones who've done them wrong, but are helpless to act on it."
This message was last edited by the player at 07:56, Sun 12 Aug 2018.

"The names Sederic," he says, nodding to the knights.
"I suggest we be on our way,
the sooner the better. I say we head to the artisinal district and take a look around, seems we have a pretty good idea of where he is at."
He pulls his cloak around his shoulders and heads towards the door and into the streets assuming the rest will follow."
This message was lightly edited by the GM at 22:56, Tue 14 Aug 2018.

After the two retire to their quarters to be dressed in their armors by their valet, they return, Percival in mail and surcoat, James ensconced in full brigandine.
You all collect your arms and shields for the knights from McCain, and step outside.

The Artisinal district intersects with the redlight and mercantile districts at the Guild's doorstep, as Adventurers are somewhat between the three as to their general reputation.
This part of the city predates the Roman occupation, and most of the inhabitants are trades goblins, engaged in crafting leather goods and inexpensive metalwork.

The rough  map brings you to the northern edge of the district n near the wharves, warehouses, and low rent houses of the Sahudese. Even now, you can see a Sahudese man in elaborate yellow robes standing atop a barrel addressing a crowd of foreign born mercenaries in his peculiar tonal language.
This message was last edited by the GM at 09:31, Sun 19 Aug 2018.

Grimaldi watched the tumult, from a ways.
"I wonder what's going on, here. Likely, it doesn't concern us.."

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 38):

"They are rabble and concern us not. Percival,  what say you?"

"Anyone know what he's saying? Sederic asks, keeping his head low and keeping pace with the group.
He shoots a glance at the group of men and mentally assesses the threat. He attempts to listen as best he can, hoping to hear something that may be of some use.

"I smell a battle... Probably local trouble of some sort. Maybe a house war, or power struggle among their guilds. Best we stay out of the way, and find somewhere to start asking questions, of those involved with our man."
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 06:55, Sun 19 Aug 2018.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 41):

"Side quests that are not founded in virtue invariably cost blood and resources and delay the sworn task from completion. Were there a battle with threatened innocents, it would be meet to interfere, but this, and yon ebony giantess at the fish stall with guild officers seems not to be for us today."

In reply to Percival (msg # 42):

Even as you note the peculiar person he describes, further into dockside, you note a cluster of blue cloaked city watch approaching your heavily armed party.

"Hail, gendarmes. What goes on here?"
Grimaldi greeted the guardsmen as they approached.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 11:13, Sun 19 Aug 2018.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 44):

"I see a crowd of heavily armed men walking with purpose."

In reply to Guardsman (msg # 45):

"I am the Baronet of Veroigne, and this is my entourage."

In reply to James (msg # 46):

"Very well, milord."

Looks to be James out of the side of his eye and raises an eyebrow, a bit surprised. He shrugs and nods to the guards and waits for the groups next decision.
"I feel like we're close,
any suggestions as to what we should do next?"

"I suggest we find a tavern frequented by merchants, to begin our inquiry.."
Grimaldi said casually, as he watched the guardsmen leave.

07:28, Today: Grimaldi rolled 17 using 3d6.  area knowledge (northport) ~ 14.
OOC: oooooh! a crit fail on my area knowledge roll for finding a suitable place. this oughta be fun! i wonder where in blazes i'm leading us into with that!! Mask Voice: somebody stop me!! *literally* xD
This message was last edited by the player at 08:33, Wed 22 Aug 2018.

In reply to Grimaldi (msg # 49):

Not far away you find a run down tavern called The Rusty Marlinspike.
The crowd seems to consist of dockworkers, sailors, and brutes of low birth.
Percival and James look uncomfortable.
A one eyed fellow with a hook for ahand glares at you from a corner, and two of the men next to him have brands on their hands, indicating that they are convicted felons.



Think Salty Spitoon...

18:44, Today: Grimaldi rolled 13 using 3d6.  will - 12 (intolerant of scum).
"This place makes the guild common room, look like the faerie princess's banquet hall..Come, let us leave forthwith."
This message was last edited by the player at 22:51, Wed 22 Aug 2018.

Sederic looks at the hook handed man and smirks, sizing up his bodyguards incase they decide to follow them outside. He shakes his head and looks back at Grimaldi and the knights.
"No need to leave just yet, methinks. I bet someone here at least knows something. he says. Besides, it seems we have some admirers, I'd hate to cut their admiration of us short. I say we have a drink and see what we can learn. We have to be careful though. If he gets wind that 4 heavily armed, dangerous looking men are looking for him he may bolt, before we get our chance."
This message was last edited by the GM at 22:50, Sun 26 Aug 2018.

"I wouldn't drink the swill this place serves, if it were the elixer of immortality!"
Grimaldi said, not caring who heard him.
"Do as ye like, I'll happily take anyone's head who gets within a blade's length of me."
14:06, Today: Grimaldi rolled 10 using 3d6.  fear ~ 14.
Grimaldi waved his hand, and murmured:
"Respice ad me et desperandum..." [Look upon me, and despair...]
an aura of dread began to emanate from his person, to keep the scum away from him, while Sederic did what he would do.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:14, Thu 23 Aug 2018.

Sederic motions for the other to follow as he walks to the bar, an air of confidence in his step. He waves the barkeep over when he reaches the bar and lays 8 coppers down.
"A round of whatever this can buy us, and make it something strong. There may be a bit more.coin in it for ye if you can answer a few questions and keep quiet about it."

13:59, Today: Sederic rolled 7 using 3d6 ((4,2,1)
Streetwise: IQ/A [1] 12