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Post by Gaiyamato on Jan 16, 2015 5:01:56 GMT
Perigaland was a bustle of activity. Two galleys, one from the south in Tethyr and one from across the lake bringing merchants and travelers from as far away as the Mulhorand have just this day docked. Goods and supplies are being unloaded, sold from the very crates as they are hoisted across on the docks even. Many Halfling and Gnome merchants already crowd the docks, attempting to sell their goods for export to the ship captains.
The central market place is a hive of activity, with day travelers from Esmeltaran and locals crowding the stalls. Most of the stalls are selling fresh food items, brightly coloured clay pots, trinkets and handcrafts of little value. Surrounding the market place is a ring of shops, including minor magic item shops, weapon and armor smithies and various goods stores. Mostly run by Halflings, or Dwarves. Outside the small temple of Gond are two mechanid shops, with small Gondsman mechanids assisting the Gnomish and Dwarf smiths in the creation of mechanical wonders, largel far too expensive for most of the population to ever dream of owning. A female elf bard is giving a musical solo, just outside of the Shrine of Sune near the north gate of the town, a small crowd of dust-covered travelers coming through the north gate have stopped, along with some of the local Halflings to admire the beautiful music and even dance along to the tune. Two larger inns feature near the docks, one with the title "Dalibrandy Waystop" and another "Faldar Inn" that features a large number of Dwarves drinking on the front porch. Both inns have stables attached to them.
Standing in the middle of the town is a large 3 story building made of mud-rendered wood, painted white (like most of the other smaller buildings in the town) with brightly coloured murals depicting the life of the townsfolk on it's walls. Bright tiles in pastel colours cover the floor and steps leading in through two large oak doors. On the outside of the door, to the right is a large posterboard with notices and signs from the Perigaland council posted all over it. Mostly it is a mess of notifications of the like such as that chickens must now be kept in confinement, or that Bindle Hurdlebuck is hereby notified that he is no longer allowed to bring his cows to water from the town well. It also features a large notification to adventuring types:
Wanted!! Anyone taller than 3 feet who is willing to go on adventures in service of the town of Perigaland. Such unsavory characters are welcome if they have arrived for work, otherwise we hope you enjoy your stay before you depart to more dangerous lands.
Out to the side of the town hall is a small stone temple structure that features symbols of all of the halfling Gods across the top of the door frame.
Halfling patrols stand on the flimsy looking wooden walls that surround the town, and a few even patrol the streets. They all seem to carry Heavy Crossbows or Repeating Heavy Crossbows, as well as short swords, shield and scale armor, making them look more imposing than they probably are. The hubub of the crowd is ever-present, arguments and conversations drift over you, blending together into a large barely discernable babble. The smells of good food cooking are everywhere and are inescapable and overpower even the most pungent body odors.
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Post by Tito al-Qadir on Jan 16, 2015 5:51:46 GMT
Fresh from the boat, a certain scoundrel found himself walking down the street trying to avoid the bustling crowd of short people that threatened to trip him. Though they weren't much in the height department, he had heard that their food was excellent, and the aroma that wafted through the air made him think that perhaps it wasn't a total mistake to hit the docks here.
One thing grabbed his attention, though, a rather large (comparatively) notice posted by the garishly painted building he assumed was the town hall--if only because it was the largest one. Strolling over, he read it with a quick glance and with a bemused expression, checked off the mental list. Over three feet tall? Check. Unsavory? Well, rude, but check.
Sufficiently curious about what exactly plagues a town of halflings, he let himself in to find out who he needed to speak to about the job.
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Post by Gaiyamato on Jan 16, 2015 6:09:08 GMT
The entrance hall is large, with an expertly crafted set of oak stairs spiraling up to the next floor, the carving on the rail is almost at the standard of elvish work. The floor is a large tile mural that features a halfling with green dragon wings standing on top of a hill holding a flaming torch raised in one hand, and a cup in the other. Paintings of what you are assume are the past leaders of the town line all of the walls, around a dozen in all. All but 2 of them feature Halfling males, the other two feature halfling women. Every single painting has their name under it and all of them have the last name of "Dalibrandy".
As the doors swing shut behind you, powered by a gnomish looking contraption, a halfling noble woman dressed in what appears to be elvish silk, comes down the stairs.
"Welcome to the town of Perigaland." She greets you. "What may I do for you today good sir?"
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Post by Tito al-Qadir on Jan 16, 2015 6:16:40 GMT
After giving the mechanism behind him an odd glance, he turns to the woman bearing a pleasant smile, "Ah, yes, I was merely hoping to inquire about the notice on the door... the one about the work, not the cows."
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Post by Gaiyamato on Jan 16, 2015 6:39:02 GMT
She gives a small smile "Of course. We get too many inquiries about the cows anyway. Follow me." "and the chickens" she mutters under he breath, she gestures for you to follow her, and leads you up the flight of stairs. A series of doors line a curved balcony overlooking the stairs, all of them human-sized though the door handles are placed low, still forcing you to bend over. One such door has a sign on it that reads "Lord Dalibrandy, Mayor of Perigaland". Two guards stand at the top of the stairs, a Dwarf holding a Halberd and a Halfling equipped as the rest of the Halfling guard, the Halfling steps forward. "Weapons must be turned over here good sir. We will return them to you on your departure." The Halfling woman speaks again. "Please turn over all weapons and magical devices, then you may see the Lord Mayor who can outline the jobs we have available for adventuring types." she finishes with a smile.
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Post by Tito al-Qadir on Jan 16, 2015 6:55:54 GMT
He followed the woman wordlessly, looking around as they went. The architecture and attention to detail was impressive considering the rest of this town. When stopped by the guards, he was a little surprised by the demands, "... well, alright." He then proceeded to pull out nearly a dozen daggers from various place on his body: belt, sleeves, boots, hat. Unfastening his bag, he looks inside and promptly closes it before just handing the whole thing over.
"Magical items too...? Well, ok then." Off came the hat, cloak, gloves, and boots. He began unfastening his belt and only stopped just before pulling down his trousers. There was a brief pause of consideration before looking up (or down) at the woman, "Uh, wait, can we make an exception? I promise the pants don't spray fire."
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Post by Gaiyamato on Jan 16, 2015 7:47:33 GMT
She giggled at his predicament. "Mostly just wands and the like. We just don't want anyone turning the Lord into anything .. unnatural.. now do we.", she waived at the guards and they nodded, allowing Tito to pass with his trousers still on. The Dwarf knocked on the door and an old croaky voice from within said "Enter". The Dwarf opened the door, allowing it to swing free, and bowed to Tito. Inside was an impossibly old-looking Halfling. What was left of his hair was white little puffs about the back of his head, his face a mass of wrinkles.
The Lord appeared to be sitting down to a meal, a napkin neatly tucked into his shirt. All sorts of meats and pies and fruits and vegetables were laid out on a large table. Five human-sized chairs were arranged around the room. "Pull up a chair my friend. And fetch yourself a plate. I always prefer to talk business over a nice lunch."
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Post by Tito al-Qadir on Jan 16, 2015 8:00:15 GMT
The young man bows politely before moving to pick up a chair, "It would be my pleasure, Lord, I can certainly appreciate that sentiment." Having not eaten yet today, Tito's hands move dexterously across the table quickly grabbing objects before dropping them on his plate.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 14:31:27 GMT
Sarina stood, puzzled by the signpost. Turely, it was the work of a master craftsmen in the art of cryptic riddles. The message itself was clear, but what struck her as out of place was the simple fact that it seemed to hold no actual information as to where one should go to apply for the position. The conundrum had entirely waylaid her thought process, leaving her frozen in mid step, mouth slightly agape, one hand still absently holding the vial of frogs blood she'd purchased from a supplier of spell components. Several minutes passed as her mind turned and dissected the message, trying to work through the clue that she was certain must be contained. At last, as though awakening from a trance, she arrived at the conclusion that the notice probably referred to the building it was attached to. Sometimes genius means getting caught on stray thoughts, and digging too deeply into nothing.
All to aware of the rosy hue her cheeks were taking on as they flushed with embarrassment, Sarina entered the building and made her way up towards the mayors office. Noticing the guards, she began to speak "Good morning, I'd like to extend an application regarding the-Wait maybe the parchment was actually a clue itself" The stray thought from earlier, about the 'mystery' of the notice had returned at the exact wrong moment, causing Sarina to miss step, and fall foward, tumbling through the doorway into the mayors chamber, the contents of her oversized coat pockets spilling across the floor:candles, incense, chalks, ground herbs, and one very disoriented rat. Landing with a solid thump, Sarina groaned in mild discomfort as she tried to pick herself up to at least a seating position, her goggles now dangling down over her face, which had turned a vivid shade of scarlet. "Umm...sorry to interrupt ...I was looking for the owner of the help wanted sign, but then I remembered that certain dwarf clans have a strong tradition of using parchment laced with mushroom fibers for important documents. Is my nose bleeding?" She pasued a moment to check, only to find that it wasn't, though her vial of frogs blood had broken open and stained the frontside of her shit. "No? Thats good."
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 16, 2015 19:49:06 GMT
Evangeline picked herself up off the street, staring hard at the priest who had just tossed her there. "Rude," she muttered under her breath. "I have every right to enter your temple."
The priest harrumphed - an odd sound coming from such a short person - then said, "Be that as it may, you have no right to put me under a spell to question my authority, or to begin rooting through our files. You can leave now, thank you, goodbye." With that, he turned and stalked back inside.
"Well," Evangeline muttered, "that could have gone worse. In truth, she'd not been in the temple to investigate the priest or the church files. She simply needed one on the Mayor, Lord Dalibrandy. She'd heard that he proclaimed his tithes to the church but actually put in far less than he claimed. She could understand not being able to contribute as much as one would like, but lying about it was sacrilege. Not only that, she'd heard he employed an arcanist to cover his trail, and she wanted to see if the church records had evidence of such.
Not that there had been any, of course. Rumors being what they were, she was back to square one with Dalibrandy. As she walked towards the dock, she shook her head and mumbled thoughts to herself, trying to figure out where she would go next. That was when she saw the notice.
Twenty minutes later, she found herself in the entry hall of the large building, volunteering her services on behalf of the town. It was never a bad idea to speak with the source himself, she thought.
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Post by Gaiyamato on Jan 17, 2015 0:20:16 GMT
The rather flustered guards chased the flailing Sarina into the doorway, weapons ready against the intruder. Lord Dalibrandy's tone dropped to a very serious note as he addressed the guards "It is ok, she is no threat at all to me. See to our other guest who shall be arriving shortly." The guards saluted and the Halfling guard sheathed his sword, they both bowed and made their way back to their post. "Would you like a cup of tea dear? I have some very calming chamomile, all the way from Mulhorand if you care."
As Evangeline walks through the front door the noblewoman is standing at the foot of the stairs. "Welcome to the town of Perigaland." She greets her. "What may I do for you today good lady?"
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Post by Tito al-Qadir on Jan 18, 2015 3:40:44 GMT
As the girl bursts through the door, Tito catches himself midway through a bite of meat pie. It was a shock, to be sure, if only because he had been fairly scrutinized before entering the main chamber, and whether it was intentional or not, her entrance might have been dramatic if not for her mishap. In a flash, Tito moves to help her up, before noting a tinge of red, "Dear, I don't mean to alarm you, but you seem to be bleeding."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2015 0:48:45 GMT
"Tea would be lovely, thank you" Sarina answered, gathering up her spilled supplies, along with her familiar. After the other gentleman spoke, she paused a moment, dabbing the blood "Oh no, sorry, its not my blood. Well, thats not true, it is my blood, since I purchased it. But it didn't come from me. It came from a frog, actually. Frogs blood. I was hoping to see if it could be used as a stabilizing agent for a more advanced evoktion circle matrix I was working on, but if its been contaminated with external material, I'll have to scrap that idea. Oh, I'll take the tea with honey, if you have it" She added the last comment in at the end, not missing a beat between her arcane thesis and personal beverage preferences, saying both in the same rapidfire speaking pattern she normally used.
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 19, 2015 15:25:44 GMT
Evangeline nods. "I need to speak with Lord Dalibrandy about his advertisement. He wished to have competent individuals serve the town, correct?" She smiles. "I am at the Lord's service."
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Post by Gaiyamato on Jan 26, 2015 6:28:51 GMT
Exactly as before Evangeline was shown up the Lord Dalibrandy's office. The other two sit down to eat and drink, the chat being quite pleasant and uninteresting for a moment. Evangeline is shown into the room (after passing her weapons to the guards). "Join us, have a bite to eat and some tea. We shall get down to business now then shall we? I am looking for a group of adventurous folk who could do a few odd jobs for me. I have quite a number, you don't need to do them all. First, and one of the more important, but also more dangerous, is that a group of Snakewood Goblins - or at least something that looked like Goblins - was seen just north of here a few days ago, they raided a flock of sheep belonging to my great nephew and kidnapped two of the townsfolk. I will offer a reward of 50gp for information, 100gp each for the return of the kipnapped townsfolk - alive, 20gp each if they are dead and you return their corpses. I will also offer an additional 100gp reward if you destroy the Goblin band." he pauses for a moment before shuffling over some papers. "Ahh yes. A local human roughian type has set himself up as a trader and appears to have engaged in a protection racket. Find out what you can, shut him down and I will give you 120gp reward. His name if Brandon Glinterward. He operates out of a seemingly innocent looking shoe shop down in the Dwarf section of the waterfront. I also have a case of 4 missing pigs from the Lady Brookwillow's porkery. She claims that they were stolen by one of her rivals. If you could see to that I would be very grateful and could give you 12gp for the job. If you find the pigs return them and I will give you 4sp per pig. I also have a sensitive package to deliver to the High Prist of Gond, an easy job that would also earn you 20gp. I do not want anyone to see the package, it is rather small, however some discretion would be welcomed. The High Priest may also have a job or two for you."
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Post by Argudas De Soleni on Jan 27, 2015 21:11:21 GMT
It wasn't hard to find the town hall of Perigaland. As soon as as Argudas arrived, the townspeople all but shoved him towards the building. Brushing itself off, the Warforged approached the entry portal and walked inside.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2015 21:32:38 GMT
Mathematics alone said that it would be more profitable to pursue the sheep. But profits were really a secondary concern. Or Tertiary, if we were to be honest. Not having to deal with goblins or sheep would be more than enough to cover any differences in payment. No thank you, Sarina decided. She'd much rather stay in town and sort out some local ruffians than go strolling into a pack of goblin sheep rustlers. "Breaking up the racket sounds doable, also the tea is delicious. Also Also, er, referring to the first thought, what are the odds that Mr. Glinterward is working alone on this? And if he isn't, any estimations on a number of accomplices. Also Also Also, or wait, no, just two also's, by 'shut him down' do you simply mean gather enough evidence for the local constabulary to handle the matter, or are you advocating for more direct means?"
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Post by Gaiyamato on Jan 30, 2015 4:11:41 GMT
"My dear, I will leave the details for you to work out. As you complete each task, or any of the tasks you feel like doing, come back to me for your reward. While you are all making up your minds, feel fre to finish eating though." he finished as he fills up a bowl full of berries. "Any left-over goes to the homeless anyway."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2015 3:52:18 GMT
"Oh...alright then. Great. Fantastic even. No, wait, fantastic might be too strong" Sarina backpedaled "Going to muck around with racketeers isn't exactly a pro-social way to spend an afternoon. Still, maybe I'll have time afterwards to tackle one of the other jobs. Maybe" Sarina did some mental math, though if she was to be honest, it seemed unlikely. Her methods might be effective, but none would dare to call them expedient. "Um..so..I'll just be...you know...heading out. Thanks for the tea. It was delicious"
Feeling awkward about just leaving, Sarina edged towards the door, before slipping out. She nearly tripped on the stairs going down, as her mind was distracted with potential ways to approach the problem she'd committed to tackling.
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Post by Tito al-Qadir on Feb 1, 2015 4:34:53 GMT
"It seems more pertinent to handle the goblins does it not? But I suppose the racketeers could probably use a good 'talking to'." Tito gets up and gives short bow and thanks to the mayor before following Sarina out the door.
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