Andrew acknowledged the sign and looked around. He motioned to the guard and told him that he would like to be taken to his room. He knew that this would set things in motion to get him placed in a room. It was about as much privacy as he was going to get. He excused himself from Bork for the moment and headed for the stairs. The guard got a key and then went to check the room. Andrew sighed to himself, spotting four places that the guard did not check. He would have to get some help training his guards. When the room was clear, Andrew did his own check and latched the window over the roof. He asked the guard to call for the Harbor Master. He had the guard stay out in the hall while the two of them met.
Silverclaw was having a bad day to put it mildly. The witch woman did things to him that he didn’t care for. Cutting his hair, taking his cloak and weapons, holding him against his will, then turning the guard loose on him. That over zealous Captain put a bounty on him. The nerve!
Now hiding in a cellar he waited for his wife negotiate his freedom. He really did not want to leave Pigeon Spit, but he would if he had too. But the scribe was a new mystery to be solved. He also had not found the dragon’s lair and investigate all that it contained.
Silverclaw was just planning to intimidate the Engineer, scare him a bit. He wanted him to know who was running the docks and the port. The Abbot was an idiot that said things before he thought them through. But the witch… He couldn’t figure her game. Why would she just let him go? It didn’t make sense.
It does, we don’t have a jail.
How did she know where he was?
Kriltra Deerstawker had made contact and tried to get the engineer to act as a proxy. He was stubborn. Later today she would start the rumor that he might be was involved. The street urchins were good at spreading that type of rumor. She even paid them to try to recover the bowl if was to be found. The guard could chase them around.
Name: Jaida Denton Age: 20 Element/powers:Water (hydrokinesis – the ability to create, destroy, and control water) Bio:Jaida is a sailor. She has spent most of her life on the seas around the island. Her parents were from two seaside villages and lived on a fishing boat.
From a young age, Jaida has dreamed of being a captain of one of her majesty’s sailing ships. One of the four mast ships traveling to exotic places, fighting pirates, and finding treasure. Jaida has three problems with her dream. There are no female navy officers in command of any ships. When Jaida’s father died and her mother returned to her family, Jaida took up piracy to make ends meet, and finally superstitions say that is bad luck going to sea with a woman.
She has been told that when she was born she was kissed by a sea nymph and that is where her control of water comes from.
Weakness:
When not around water for a day, she is always thirsty.
Does not like hot dry winds and desert environments scare her.
Woods make her claustrophobic (slightly).
Other:
Traits:
Independent – strength and flaw – Will do things herself/Questions authority
loyal – Strength – When she claims you as a friend, your family.
curious -
Ambitious –
Sneaky –
Superstitious – weakness – sailors have a lot of superstitions.
Name: Jaida Denton Age: 20 Element/powers:Water (hydrokinesis – the ability to create, destroy, and control water) Bio:Jaida is a sailor. She has spent most of her life on the seas around the island. Her parents were from two seaside villages and lived on a fishing boat.
From a young age, Jaida has dreamed of being a captain of one of her majesty’s sailing ships. One of the four mast ships traveling to exotic places, fighting pirates, and finding treasure. Jaida has three problems with her dream. There are no female navy officers in command of any ships. When Jaida’s father died and her mother returned to her family, Jaida took up piracy to make ends meet, and finally superstitions say that is bad luck going to sea with a woman.
She has been told that when she was born she was kissed by a sea nymph and that is where her control of water comes from.
Weakness:
When not around water for a day, she is always thirsty.
Does not like hot dry winds and desert environments scare her.
Woods make her claustrophobic (slightly).
Other:
Traits:
Independent – strength and flaw – Will do things herself/Questions authority
loyal – Strength – When she claims you as a friend, your family.
curious -
Ambitious –
Sneaky –
Superstitious – weakness – sailors have a lot of superstitions.
Andrew was happy to see Bork. Being kept safely in a corner is not what Andrew wanted. Safe was okay, in a corner was fine, but the trouble was the kept. Handing out the honey candy to children was at least something to do. The scribe smiled as the engineer came in. The guards gave him free roam of the room. The Captain made it clear he wasn't under arrest, just being protected.
The guards were doing their best to keep and eye on everyone, but you could tell that they needed to be rotated or changed. The only one who was still intent was the Captain. He was intently looking at the people who came to the table looking for tells of discomfort at the presence of the guards. He ordered the guards changed, but two of the men got a beer and nursed it slowly still watching at a table near Bork and the Abbot. On the table sat three gold bowls with lids. She had moved the hair to a small bag. She smiled at the Engineer when he arrived.
One fight started till three of the guards jumped in. One ended up with a black eye and both combatants ended up out on the street.
As the Harbor Master came in, the Gold Tooth Guild Master moved to get a bowl of stew, passing the note that the scribe had passed her. Instead of going to the table to register, he went to the bar, got his beer and headed to the table with Bork and Andrew. The Captain gave him a look but he turned showing he had no weapons and said, "Official business," and smiled. He wanted to go over with the engineer what was going to happen and where the troubles were with their process. Lifting and unloading was a challenge as heavy items had to be moved by hand and just about sunk the little boats they were using, the fishing boats. He looked at the note and then placed in his pocket.
Kriltra nodded to the export agreement. She also understood that he was not a thief. She was disappointed that he wouldn’t try, she did not think he would. She thought about taking him hostage and making a trade. But the lunch crowd was heavy enough to make doing a grab seem more than stupid. She shook her head and drank her beer.
As she drank, she thought about her options. He had almost no reaction when she put on a show before for him. So seduction was out. She didn't think crying would work, as he really didn't seem to care about a girls emotions. Bribery didn't work, so that left only blackmail. She leaned forward towards the engineer and whispered, “You don’t need to steal the bowl, you could ask for it. I just want to make sure that my husband doesn't die.”
She paused then continued, “Or I will go to the Captain and tell him you paid my husband to assassinate the scribe.” She smiled an evil smile, “The choice is yours. Dwarves hate ‘goblins' right?”
The engineer did not have to look real hard to see people pointing and whispering about them. In the court of public opinion, Bork would be considered in league with them if nothing else.
If the engineer cared to think about it, he would realize there is more going on with this. First she was going to try to influence the scribe to save her husband. Second, as most drug dealers tend to be secretive about their operations, they almost flaunt the wealth that comes from the operation. Third, if he questioned her a bit, he would learn that neither she or her husband know much about herbs. It would become clear that neither of them are the brains of the operations.
This was not normal behavior of Tabaxi as they tend to be a happy go lucky people that is more curious and interested in learning, collecting, or discovering than selling drugs or blackmail.
Through the window, one of the Pigeon Spit city guards, a young man peaked through the window and waved to get the engineers attention.
Abbigale heard Master Valding leave on his mission for the day. She reached up and cast a spell with her cat. As she did her black cat looked up off the bookself at her master. She told her cat to follow him but stay back. With a stretch the cat rose and jumped to the window sill. When the sill was opened, the cat quietly jumped out the window to follow. Abbigale shook her head. These youngsters were going to turn her hair grey. He should have taken a guard with him. He needed to have someone watching his back. The boy, a child, throwing a rock at him should have told him that he wasn’t safe. A man with a knife could do more damage to him while he was distracted.
She laid down on the bed and concentrated on what the cat saw. As he traveled along, he picked up two tails. The boy who was following him and a man, a tabaxi, who was staying more in the shadows and turned down an alley to intercept Valding with a shortsword drawn. As he waiting for the engineer, the cat silently reached the man. With a gentle touch of his clothes the spell released and he and the cat were no longer there. Instead they were standing in Abbigale’s room. As he turned and raised his sword, Abbigale raised a hand releasing her second spell, freezing him in place. She smiled walking over to him and talking the sword from his hand, dagger from his belt. She pulled his cloak off, and his coin purse, and checked him quickly for other weapons. Then she bound his hands and feet with a fancy cord that she pulled from a box.
“Mr. Deerstawker, we finally meet,” she said pleasantly enough, “I have been so looking forward to having a conversation with you.” She sat down. “Please, just listen then I will let you go,” she said. “You are trying to hurt people under my protection and I can’t have that.” She rose and walked over and cut a bit of his hair and put it in a gold bowl with a lit. She chanted a spell and the bowl started to glow and she smiled. Turning back to him she said, “When the ship comes in you and your first wife are going to book passage and leave. If not, the spell I cast will cause you to explode in a ball of flame in two days. If the bowl opens or if I die the spell will also go off. Do you understand?” She looked at him, “Of course you do.” Having worked with thieves before, she knew that he was already plotting and planning to return to steal the glowing bowl. She moved held the bowl and moved away from the man with his sword and dagger out of reach. “In a moment, I will release you. I am going to scream and the guards will come running. You will be able to escape through the window,” she said calmly. Still holding the bowl, she moved to the door and opened it. As the spell dropped, she screamed loudly like she was being attacked. As if on cue, guards came running drawing their swords.
Free now, the Tabaxi turned and threw a small dart that was hidden in his sleeve, hitting the woman in the leg. Now her scream became one of pain. The wound was not severe but she could feel poison burning in the wound. Her light robe over her dress was not thick enough to stop the dart. Then he dove out the window and ran. He let the carpenter, the working boys, and a few bystanders see his face. He tried to hide it. Abbigale collapsed to the hall floor still holding the glowing bowl. Andrew came out of his room as well with a knife at the ready. Seeing the scribe on the floor, he rushed to her. One guard entered the room and the other ran to chase the thief. Andrew knew that he would disappear before the guard had a chance to catch him.
Andrew Richard Whitewood III
When Andrew heard the scream, he went running out of the room. He had been practicing with the new knives and one was in his hand. He would need to send a message to the capital and see about getting some really well made throwing knives. The blacksmith was good, but the quality was geared more towards usage than what he wanted. Andrew lifted the scribe and the bowl and carried them into his room. He laid her on the bed, pulled the dart from the muscle and threw it a chest. He then quickly got up and dug through a chest, throwing things around till he found the potion he wanted. He poured some of the potion on her leg after lifting her robe and dress to her knee. Then he had her drink the rest of it. The poison it seemed to Andrew was intended to paralyze the victim and if it struck just right would kill them by causing the heart to stop beating.
After half-an-hour Captain Harzin Afarel arrived to find the scribe complaining to the Abbot that she was fine and they were going to do the census. She said to him, “It’s the first good idea you’ve had since arriving.” He didn’t want to tell her he didn’t come up with it. Andrew grabbed his jeweled sword, the Tabaxi’s sword, dagger and cloak. Abbigale kept the bowl with her, but put on a heavier robe. A few of the boys working with the carpenter were asked to escort the wagon carrying the scribe, Abbot, and the supplies to the inn for the census to take place. One of the huntsmen was paid to sit on the balcony of the inn with his bow and shoot any Tabaxi males. No one was wearing a cloak, except the Abbot, because of the heat.
Andrew penned note to be delivered to the Brew Master. The note was written in dwarvish and contained a warning to be passed on to Brok that the woman he was meeting with was a thief and a drug dealer, to be careful. He sent it off with one of the boys asking him to make sure extra beer was delivered to the inn today.
Andrew was placed in a corner table with a couple guards watching over him. Guards were staying near the Scribe and the Captain sat at her right side with a crossbow in his lap and another guard stayed at the door watching the crowd. Andrew directed one of the guards to take his crossbow to top of the stairs and watch for someone coming from that direction. Andrew sat watching those coming and going, nodding and waving.
When a Halfling woman and her husband came to register, he saw Abbigale shake her hand, pass a note to her. He watched the woman as they went to the bar to collect their drink. She read the note, paled, and looked up at Andrew. Andrew nodded to her.
Master Valding, Abbigale, and Andrew were moved back into the Inn for a few days till the assassin could be captured.
Kriltra Deerstawker
Kriltra was all business when the dwarf arrived. They had their beer and sat in a booth away from the crowd. People in the bar were talking about the assassination attempt that was made on one of the Abbot’s staff. They talked about the Tabaxi man, who everyone knew was her husband and the reward that the captain offered for him, dead or alive. People were watching her, hoping that she would lead them to him.
She leaned closer to the engineer and said, “I am going to be leaving on the next ship and I want to come to a business arrangement with you.” She pulled out three different plants and placed them on the table. She continued, “I will pay you three gold coins for each crate of these that can be harvested and shipped to me when I get settled.” Through the day, the engineer had heard a few rumor had been out about the business they operated.
The second thing was much more personal to her. She looked down at the table, “I need a favor, the woman from your building has a gold bowl that glows. I need you to steal it for me, my husband’s life depends upon it.” She offers him a bag of gems.
Colmarh Beiti
When the engineer took his lunch at one of the taverns, the Brew Master came in and sat down at his table and barked out an order for stew. She started a conversation about the beer she just brew and changed over to dwarvish. She talked a bit about how she could use a second vessel as they drink a lot of beer. She then looked at him with a serious expression.
She said, "The Abbot has a message for you. 'The woman you are going to meet with is dangerous. She is a thief and allegedly deals in drugs.' The boy that brought me the message said a Tabaxi man tried to assassinate the scribe today and ran when she screamed. He must have been in the building for a long time as no one saw him enter."
Before the stew came, she winked at him and said in common, "So you think my beer tastes like warm horse pee!!" She slammed a hand on the table and moved to a different table grumbling.
My wife has horses and thinks that beer smells like horse pee.
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