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"I wouldn't even know" says Granath. "You want to know more about LaBlue, ask at the Lockean Alms-House." She turns and points down the eastward alleyway. As she does this, the other grandmother leans over and peeks at the cards in Granath's hand.
"Rowdy crowd there sometimes, but they're good for the gossip, and they'll know what the big captains are saying about each other."
Thu Jun 08, 2017 4:01 pm 
Thu Jun 08, 2017 5:04 pm
Hyne nods, "Thank you both."
He places a platinum coin on the table out of thanks, "That'll feed Pibi for awhile."
Departing, he abandons his older plans and heads to the Locklean Alms-house from the alleyways. He overheard LaBlue wanting to return to Tancred, so she should be absent from the place.
It's strange, he is now going to request the help of pirates or glean info, but now he's not so sure if it was the pirates' doing if people like Tancred are willing to send Privateers to clean dirty laundry.
When he approaches the area entrance, he first makes sure that he can hear a sizable crowd as promised.
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
He places a platinum coin on the table out of thanks, "That'll feed Pibi for awhile."
Departing, he abandons his older plans and heads to the Locklean Alms-house from the alleyways. He overheard LaBlue wanting to return to Tancred, so she should be absent from the place.
It's strange, he is now going to request the help of pirates or glean info, but now he's not so sure if it was the pirates' doing if people like Tancred are willing to send Privateers to clean dirty laundry.
When he approaches the area entrance, he first makes sure that he can hear a sizable crowd as promised.
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Thu Jun 08, 2017 5:29 pm
Heading east down the alleyway, Hyne discovers that many of the temples seem to have Alms houses for the poor, or other such charity operations behind them.
Behind Moquol's temple is what looks like a warehouse for donated used and worn objects. A man with one leg is hobbling about taking an inventory. He pays no attention to Hyne.
Next is a soup kitchen, but there is no line right now, just rows of benches and tables off the side of the alley, and someone heating a giant pot, and peeling a mountain of potatoes.
All the while, Hyne can faintly hear the sound of the funeral crowd on the other side of the row of temples. A blessing chant of some sort drones on, magically amplified, but not quite loud enough to make out the words.
As Hyne gets close to the back of Lockean's temple, another sound intrudes. A rowdy sound. The sound of children playing.
The Lockean temple has a courtyard behind it a little bigger than the one that was behind the Ayailla temple. The Alms-House is painted bright cheerful colors, and has a tiny white picket-fence running around it, looking very out of place in the grubby alleyway.
At least 2 dozen children of various ages and kinds are running and playing in this space. A stocky woman with an eye-patch is sitting on a barrel in one corner, watching them. She occasionally calls out gruffy, interjections like; "Stop pullin his hair!" "That's good, Young Jack." "Share! Share!" "Leave off now, that's enough"
When Hyne gets close she fixes him with a friendly smile and a cold eye, but does not utter any greeting.
Behind Moquol's temple is what looks like a warehouse for donated used and worn objects. A man with one leg is hobbling about taking an inventory. He pays no attention to Hyne.
Next is a soup kitchen, but there is no line right now, just rows of benches and tables off the side of the alley, and someone heating a giant pot, and peeling a mountain of potatoes.
All the while, Hyne can faintly hear the sound of the funeral crowd on the other side of the row of temples. A blessing chant of some sort drones on, magically amplified, but not quite loud enough to make out the words.
As Hyne gets close to the back of Lockean's temple, another sound intrudes. A rowdy sound. The sound of children playing.
The Lockean temple has a courtyard behind it a little bigger than the one that was behind the Ayailla temple. The Alms-House is painted bright cheerful colors, and has a tiny white picket-fence running around it, looking very out of place in the grubby alleyway.
At least 2 dozen children of various ages and kinds are running and playing in this space. A stocky woman with an eye-patch is sitting on a barrel in one corner, watching them. She occasionally calls out gruffy, interjections like; "Stop pullin his hair!" "That's good, Young Jack." "Share! Share!" "Leave off now, that's enough"
When Hyne gets close she fixes him with a friendly smile and a cold eye, but does not utter any greeting.
Thu Jun 08, 2017 7:33 pm
The scene is not what he expected. He finds what looks like an orphan house. "Sorry fer intrudin'" he says putting back on his faked scruffy voice, "I was told there could be ship captains hangin' about here."
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:14 pm
DM wrote:
Haha! I read your post in great confusion before I remembered that a few years back there was somebody who was constantly referring to the ohrrpgce as "o-r-p-h-a-n-a-g-e". If you write that word without the dashes, it gets auto-corrected :)
"I'm A Captain!" shouts a tiny dwarf child, jumping up and down to try and see Hyne over the fence.
"Sometimes there is, and sometimes there ain't." says the woman with the eye-patch. "You lookin' for any captain's in particular? Or are you lookin' for work?"
Half a dozen of the children come over to the fence and cluster around, tempted away from their toys and games by the prospect of an entertaining passer-by.
Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:20 pm
ooc wrote:
Wow. Changed my previous post.
Hyne explains, "Was looking for somebody willin' to sail me somewhere. Nine hells, maybe I could do some work for a Captain afterall, don't have a ship of my own, gotta start somewhere, eh?"
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Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:30 pm
"You'll have better luck asking around some place that serves liquor" suggests the eye-patched woman.
"My Dad's Quartermaster on the Pride Of 9 Squid, they need more riggers." says one girl, as if determined to prove her guardian wrong.
"You're too skinny for me Mum's ship" observes an Orc boy. "You got no muscles!"
"I'm a Captain!" insists the dwarf child that spoke first. His size and thin downy beard suggest that he can't be older than 3.
"What do you DO, mister?" asks one of the older girls, leaning against the fence.
The eye-patched woman sighs.
"My Dad's Quartermaster on the Pride Of 9 Squid, they need more riggers." says one girl, as if determined to prove her guardian wrong.
"You're too skinny for me Mum's ship" observes an Orc boy. "You got no muscles!"
"I'm a Captain!" insists the dwarf child that spoke first. His size and thin downy beard suggest that he can't be older than 3.
"What do you DO, mister?" asks one of the older girls, leaning against the fence.
The eye-patched woman sighs.
Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:38 pm
"Fair enough, I suppose I should get going then and find the bar." He'll likely do so if uninterrupted, and going back to take the window passage at the other Alms from earlier. He doesn't ask about the Pride of 9 Squid to avoid causing worry, he's sure there are plenty of boats in the sea.
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:46 pm
DM wrote:
Were you going to ask them about LaBlue?
"Goodbye!"
"You don't look like a fisherman!"
"I'm a Captain!"
The children look sorry that their entertainment is over so soon. Some return to their toys, a couple keep peering over the fence as Hyne leaves
Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:50 pm
ooc wrote:
Hyne continues heading about his way, avoiding the parade and funeral while looking for a tavern. He makes extra effort to keep to the back alley ways when possible.
Nah, gonna wait until the tavern to ask about LaBlue
Stealth: 1D20+7+3 => (6 + 7 + 3) = 16
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Thu Jun 08, 2017 9:12 pm
The streets are sparsely populated. Many have gone to see the funeral, so for the most part, anybody walking around in other parts of the city are busy doing something, or busy walking somewhere.
Taverns are easy to find. Almost every street seems to have at least one, although at this time in the morning many are not opened yet, and the ones that are are not crowded.
The Steel Nightengale, on the second floor of a nicer building above a baker's shop and under lawyer's office.
The Lovely Harp, with big glass windows opening up to the street, and a scent of wine.
The Salty Worm, a lurid wood sign over a dank dark door under a cracked-brick tenement.
The Old King's Pearl, with a strong nautical theme, that looks like something a business-person crafted for tourists to resemble what a port-city bar was supposed to look like.
Taverns are easy to find. Almost every street seems to have at least one, although at this time in the morning many are not opened yet, and the ones that are are not crowded.
The Steel Nightengale, on the second floor of a nicer building above a baker's shop and under lawyer's office.
The Lovely Harp, with big glass windows opening up to the street, and a scent of wine.
The Salty Worm, a lurid wood sign over a dank dark door under a cracked-brick tenement.
The Old King's Pearl, with a strong nautical theme, that looks like something a business-person crafted for tourists to resemble what a port-city bar was supposed to look like.
Fri Jun 09, 2017 1:18 pm
Of course, some of the taverns either look like they're for the naive but wealthy folk seeking thrill through luxury, or a tavern for... kids.
Limiting his choices to the Steel Nightengale and the Salty Worm, Hyne decides that the Steel Nightengale would be a better place to fail a search; the smell of the bakery bread is an unbelievably tempting allure after only having dried bread slabs from rations or watery soups he himself had made over the past few years. He heads up to the tavern first though.
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Limiting his choices to the Steel Nightengale and the Salty Worm, Hyne decides that the Steel Nightengale would be a better place to fail a search; the smell of the bakery bread is an unbelievably tempting allure after only having dried bread slabs from rations or watery soups he himself had made over the past few years. He heads up to the tavern first though.
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Fri Jun 09, 2017 5:38 pm
Up the stairs, and into the Steel Nightengale
The tavern is clean, and well lit in the front, fading to dark mood lighting in the back.
There is a bar with a marble countertop along the right side.
One bartender, one server, and two customers are the only people in the room besides Hyne.
The bartender looks his way and gives him a smile. She is nicely dressed, without a hint of pirate flair.
The server sits on one of the barstools near her. He stands when Hyne enters. "Welcome to the Nightengale, sir!" Like the bartender, his outfit says "tavern" without saying "Arrrr!" although he does have a conspicuous scar on one cheek.
One of the customers is sitting at the far end of the bar. it is a man dressed like a noble. A feathered tri-corner had and gold-trimmed coat that match the color of the rest of his clothes hands on a hook near the door. He glances appraisingly at Hyne, then returns his attention to his glass.
The other customer is a thin dragonborn woman with spectacles balanced on her drakish snout. She seems to have converted one of the tables by the window into a tiny office. Ledgers and books are spread round, and she has an ink quill in her hand. She doesn't seem to notice Hyne at all.
The tavern is clean, and well lit in the front, fading to dark mood lighting in the back.
There is a bar with a marble countertop along the right side.
One bartender, one server, and two customers are the only people in the room besides Hyne.
The bartender looks his way and gives him a smile. She is nicely dressed, without a hint of pirate flair.
The server sits on one of the barstools near her. He stands when Hyne enters. "Welcome to the Nightengale, sir!" Like the bartender, his outfit says "tavern" without saying "Arrrr!" although he does have a conspicuous scar on one cheek.
One of the customers is sitting at the far end of the bar. it is a man dressed like a noble. A feathered tri-corner had and gold-trimmed coat that match the color of the rest of his clothes hands on a hook near the door. He glances appraisingly at Hyne, then returns his attention to his glass.
The other customer is a thin dragonborn woman with spectacles balanced on her drakish snout. She seems to have converted one of the tables by the window into a tiny office. Ledgers and books are spread round, and she has an ink quill in her hand. She doesn't seem to notice Hyne at all.
Sat Jun 10, 2017 9:31 am
After taking a glance at the customers present, he nods and smiles to the server as he finds a seat at the counter. Keeping his attempt at a gruffy texture to his voice, he finds himself dropping any attempt to enunciate words like a pirate would while he is in this particular tavern as he asks, "I'm new here, what's a popular choice of drink here? Also, is there something of a listing I can browse of sailors willing to take people on trips?"
He gives up asking about LaBlue for now. It would be an odd topic to bring up in direct conversation. Hyne was expecting a setting where he can joke about it, but it seems that opportunity will never come up.
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
He gives up asking about LaBlue for now. It would be an odd topic to bring up in direct conversation. Hyne was expecting a setting where he can joke about it, but it seems that opportunity will never come up.
<TheGiz> oh hai doggy, oh no that's the straw that broke tjhe came baclsb
Mon Jun 12, 2017 5:37 pm
"Most popular?" asks the Bartender. "Well, Almond Beer if you want something easy, or Umbarlee Whiskey if you are looking for something strong."
The patron in the corner lifts his small glass of thick dark liquid in toast at the mention of the second drink.
The dragonborn woman lifts her head from her papers as Hyne asks for a "listing he can browse" and looks at him curiously.
"A listing like a bulletin board?" asks the Server, scratching his chin. "If you mean working for passage, I think that is mostly word-of-mouth. If you're talking passenger service you might be able to hire a booking agent to find it for you."
The patron in the corner lifts his small glass of thick dark liquid in toast at the mention of the second drink.
The dragonborn woman lifts her head from her papers as Hyne asks for a "listing he can browse" and looks at him curiously.
"A listing like a bulletin board?" asks the Server, scratching his chin. "If you mean working for passage, I think that is mostly word-of-mouth. If you're talking passenger service you might be able to hire a booking agent to find it for you."