[IC] Treasure in the sands 2.0

[Linwelin]

Karma reroll:  1d20+6 : 15 + 6, total 21

[Ella]

Callista Fae

She had thought of it already, but still, the fact that the two were deciding to leave her and find desserts elsewhere was disappointing. The faerie looked at Kin and Ana, allowing her disappointment to show clearly. Wasn't this the mission? To come to this awful land and find where they were hiding the desserts so that they could restore it to its proper dessert glory? And here Kin was, trying to mess up the mission. Well, fine. If they wanted to do the mission another way, then she would go with them and come back later. It was never a good idea to split away from your party when in a strange city, after all. Or that was what Annia always told her anyways.

"A guard's job isn't done if he abandons his charge midway." Callista said to Kin, then turned to the guards. "Looks like I need to have a word with my help. I'll be having my effects back, if you please. We will return later. Please alert her royal majesty, the second Empress, that I have arrived, but due to misunderstandings was not allowed to come see her right away."

[Mysticsage]

The guards handed back the fey's things before simply took back their position. "We will be watching for your group's return miss." said one of the men. "I'm sure the royal family will wish to hear about exactly what transpired here." With that they bid you well and you were free to go on your way back where you came from.


Ryine you awake in a dark and dry dungeon lit only by a few torches giving everything a shifty and eerie glow. You are currently shackled by the ankle to the back wall. But the guards here have made sure you were well. You've been down there for the last few days for being thought to be part of a bandit group who has been plauging the areas around the desert capital. Though you can guess by how well the guards are treating you they believe you innocent but are holding you anyway. You haven't even had the chance yet to talk to anyone higher then a footman or get word back to the guild. They have removed all your weapons and equipment but allowed you to keep your armor. You have a small cot in one corner and a chamber pot in the other. Otherwise you have about ten feet the chain allows you to move, which is five feet from the door.

[Oath]

Ryine was in the dark of the dungeon, chained to the wall. He wasn't thirsty or hungry, but food and water can only do so much when a man truly hungers for freedom. It had been days, he thought. Enough was enough. Going as far as the chains would let him, Ryine began to yell.

"OY GUARDS OUT THERE. BRING MY BLADE DOWN TO THE CELL THIS INSTANT! I DON'T NEED TO HOLD IT. BUT IT NEEDS TO TALK TO YOU! IT WILL TELL YOU THAT I AM INNOCENT, THAT I AM NO BANDIT! THE BLADE WILL TELL YOU ALL. ALL THAT I DID TO PROTECT YOUR STUPID SAND RIDDEN CITY! I DO SO MUCH AND THIS IS THE THANKS THAT I GET? Ryine spit as far as he could hoping to get some to the guard. "THAT'S WHAT I THINK OF YOUR HOSPITALITY! YOU SHOULD BE WELCOMING ME WITH A FEAST AND THANKS, NOT WITH THIS EXCUSE FOR A BED AND A SMELLY CHAMBER!" To those listening, Ryine likely sounded to be raving mad, but he knew the truth. Hopefully someone else did too, or he would spend the rest of his days rotting in a cell for a crime he would never commit. A bandit? What a joke. There was only one thing Ryine loathed more than bandits, and that was doors that didn't cooperate.

[Linwelin]

The halfling, wasn't going to be persuaded any longer. Despite his usual actions and speech, Kin was duty-driven, and did his job when he had one. Thus he once again ventured out, scouring the city for the tavern in question. For the sake of his real charge, the young girl beside him, he detoured to a food stall and got them both something to eat, along with a honeyed something-or-other that looked like a desert pastry enough.

"Alright, now if I were a tavern of the business kind, where would I be..." Kin mutters to himself.

I don't know what is considered "gather information" anymore, but as Kin doesn't bother talking with people he's identified as xenophobes, he's going to do Perception and Knowledge (Local) to find the tavern.

Perception:  1d20+14 : 7 + 14, total 21

Knowledge (Local):  1d20+5 : 1 + 5, total 6

[Ella]

Callista Fae

"Indeed!" The faerie replied, accepting her weapons. Putting them back in her bag, she turned to return to her party. She was very disappointed that she had not been able to get everyone inside to get the delicious deserts that must have been hidden inside. They must be very good deserts to be under such a tough guard.

Silently sitting on Anastasia's head, Callista mulled over her options. Surely there was some way to get in... She was so lost in thought that she had failed to notice when Kin found a man in charge of one of the secret hidden stashes of deserts. Suddenly, there was a yummy looking sweet bread with a honey glaze in her face.

"This is delicious!" She exclaimed after chewing through a large faerie-sized bite. Of course, not having nearly as large a stomach as the girl and halfling, she ended up with more than half of it left.

Perception to see if Callista hears Kin talking to himself.

Rolled 1d20+6 : 16 + 6, total 22

[close]

[Mysticsage]

As the beginnings of dusk begin to turn more purple then orange the party manages to make its way under kin's direction out of the castle district a good hour or so down the main roads, and back to the main fountain spare which Callsita had seen earlier from above.

Mothers are dipping large urns into the three tiered structure filling them with water under the watchful eyes of the city guard. While you are sure their are other places to get water and such in the city this overly large square with its grand mosaic sunburst tile work under foot and the care of the white stone fountain itself.  Acts as a kind of city hub seemingly open to everyone to use. While the sheer mass of foreign sounds and activity is a bit overwhelming. Eventually after asking around the guards you finally reach the right place. The Four Winds tavern is down a small side not overly far from the center of town and yet it took the party well into the night due to the sheer amount of streets to check. When you finally push your way into the tiny tavern area it is close to midnight and yet this place is as a live as ever. filled with locals and foreigners like yourselves a young woman in her early twenties with blood red hair and dark carmell skin is working behind the bar and is greeting patrons you notice her handing a key to a grizzled looking man with a backpack who then heads up stairs.

[Linwelin]

Perception to study the man with the pack. I'll RP after I know the results.

Perception:  1d20+14 : 11 + 14, total 25

[Mysticsage]

The man on closer inspection and what little you could of his face was rather younger, taller, and slimmer then you'd expect. Once you realized how much his back pack and other goods were weighing him down metal and other such things could be heard clashing together loudly as he clambered up the stairs. He had his long hair tied into a thin pointy tail and you noticed a scar on his left check along with a thick five o clock shadow. You are not able to make out the clear details of what he is wearing because of a thick traveling cloak that he had on to keep the sand away.The bag he was lugging on his back must be massive considering he looks at first glance like an old man with a hump rather then a young traveler. At the last moment you are able to see a shallow cut near his  left eyebrow most likely from a knife.

[Linwelin]

"Huh." Kin says curiously. "Maybe that was him. Well, I'll ask the barmaid, just in case." Kin makes his way up to the bar with Ana in tow, hops onto one of the stools and signals the red-haired woman behind the counter. When she ends up before him, he bluntly states, "I'll have a pint of one of the local brews, you pick your favorite. Surprise me! And I'm supposed to be meeting a man here, goes by the name of Nelif. Does that ring a bell?"

If there was one thing Kin was well known for, it was his lack of subtlety.

[Mysticsage]

She glances down at the halfling the bar she was standing behind still came up to just above your chest even with the stool. She seems skeptical at first until you ask for two pints which brings a smile to her face. She pours to mugs of some clear looking bright brew and sets them in front of you. "That'll be two pints of the Dancing Winds specificity hard cider made from the desert fruits found in the region. Every tavern has their own blend, our recipe is the best in the city of course. We spice the mix with a number of spices we get from abroad. Though I worn you our stuff is not for lightweights so be careful little man." The drinks cost you a full gold piece which she takes a moment to study before seeming satisfied and pocketing it. Her thin silks she was wearing in several layers for modest showcasing a life of hard work and strength despite her purposely bright and elegant appearance.

"Well then I don't get kids here often," she said seeing Ana she smiles her earrings jingling as she turned to another customer and getting distracted. She quickly says, "I'm sorry I don't let people ask about other customers bad for business but if you buy rooms and your friend has been here the last few days I can't stop what you see while signing in." She deals with some other rowdy people before returning and digging a large log book and a quill pen and ink from under the bar and setting it in front of you. " We have a few rooms open standard prices. Names Mora by the way Mora Krantis me and my family run this place."

Make a perception check and a sense motive  if you are going to look at the book once you pay for a room

[Linwelin]

By the way, Callista heard Kin before. That was a solid Perception roll. Write what you like, Ella :P

Kin thinks a moment. "Huh, I guess getting a room would be a good idea. I'm sold!" Kin quickly scribbles down his name in the ledger, browsing the book for names in the past week or so, and coughs up the rental fee. "Oh, and I was going to look in the book anyways, but thanks for the offer. Makes me more at ease."

Kin pays for a room for the party, then searches through the ledger for Nelif, along with any other names that may cause alarm. Rolls in the next post.

[Linwelin]

Perception:  1d20+14 : 7 + 14, total 21

Sense Motive:  1d20+6 : 11 + 6, total 17

[Mysticsage]

Kin scans through the book with relative precision checking each name through the pages for the day. And of the twenty or so names there is no mention of this Nelif. Which May seem strange to the man considering to get whatever goods in their hands it would take them some time. Assuming that your team was told to meet here because he was using this tavern as a base of operations his name should be on the guest log or if he's been here longer then he should have been known by the innkeepers. The person who hired the guild was looking for enough people to protect a fair bit of product. Not that the halfling knew what the team was escorting in the first place.

You do notice the name of the man's name who signed in before you since you were so intent on the man before. Well his handwriting was almost so bad that it could barely be considered handwriting in the first place. You are pretty sure his last name is Ichiro.

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Moira accepted your coin then with a smile and takes the book away from you in a flash as she pulls a brass key off the wall with a leather strap and a room number 13 on it. Her movements are quick and fluid hefting the large book as if it was nothing with a fair bit of grace as she pours some brightly colored orange liquid into a small mug and pushed it to the halfing. "some sand tree fruit juice for the girl on the house." She smiled at Ana before turning away without another word.

[Linwelin]

Kin smiles toward Mora, and goads Ana on to accept the drink. That their contact did not seem to be here worried him. Still, now they had a home base for their stay, he figured they should swing upstairs first.

He took the key with a nod and turned to his companions, "Well, we have a room now. Let's take a quick rest to gather and figure out what to do next." Kin then began his march up to the room.

Making a perception check to pick up stray conversation, as well as anything from rooms we pass on the way to our room.