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The scribe smiled as the engineer took the bowl and agreed to give it to Andrew to bargain with.
“Don’t tell him the story or he might just give it to him with a pardon,” she said to Bork.

The meeting took place and surprisingly it was quiet. Andrew ended up with some influence with the guild which he liked. There was going to be an element of the Red Claws in town to make sure their investments and operation was protected. Which he did not like. From the meeting, Silverclaw and his wife would be booking passage on the slave ship the next day. They did not give much detail as to why and looked at Andrew like he should know. Andrew felt like he was winning, so he did not press. The sticking point was the glass blower. She was to stay and Andrew would be responsible for her, at least till a shop could be setup for her and she had tools. Andrew was not sure how this would go.

After some careful negotiations, mostly based on the knowledge of Nelthurin, and some prayer, an arrangement was struck that the remaining claws would be pardoned and allowed back into the Golden Tooth. With a little humor the suggestion was made that the guild change its name to the Tooth and Claw.

In terms of the drug smuggling operation, Silverclaw retained control. The rest of the guild operation was the same. Andrew would get a cut of operations profits and would be an advisor to the guild. He could honor his past and his “family” without taking day today control.

Brom looked at Bork like he had grown a third head when he passed on the captains suggestion.
“What use would you have for a scribe at a hole in the ground?” She asked. Daring him to give her an answer.
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If you know this, please forgive me for explaining it.

When people are trying to write together, they sometimes set things up where someone else needs to do something so they can continue their story thread. This is very common in games with really short posts. Here is what I am seeing.

1) I put my character in contact with the Queen in hopes to be moved along to the party. By throwing her in prison, she is blocked till she can have an appearance before the king. I could unblock her by escaping, but I don't picture her as being a serious criminal type.
2) The queen is blocked because she is preoccupied by something, I assume getting to the party but more likely not having the king there to deal with the situation.
3) The party scene hasn't happened because, you are blocked waiting for the player to set the scene for the party.

I am a new story teller and running my first game, what I am learning is that even in a sandbox game, I need to setup NPC's and help fill out situations so that characters have a reason to interact. They need clarity of purpose and some direction. Normally this can be determined through dialog with the NPC's or by direct communication by the player. There is a whole bit of communication theory, in that we assume other know what we are hoping for and want. Most of the time we don't. Because we shorthand things and make assumptions. For most gamers, the struggle of decoding and meaning making, is solely placed on the module writer and story teller. They know details about the world that the characters would know but the players don't. Right now, I think the queen's posts (when she gets others around her) should focus on the big questions:
How will we know when we find this new element?
Where did the knowledge come from?
What is this element going to do?
Why do we need it?
Is there a ritual that needs to be preformed to release it?
What were the instructions for dealing with this new element?

You the story teller know how you would like the story to go and details we don't know.

When people post short, couple line posts, you have to assume a lot of detail and that is harder.

My other comment that was passed on to me also. "Remember even sandboxes have boundaries."

Sorry, If I am rambling a bit.
I think people are waiting for someone else to unblock them.
The Captain




"Yes, that would be safe enough... If you carried a weapon on you. Doing what you ask isn't going to be easy. Would you want someone coming into your house asking where you kept your valuables and asking to see your security? Too many thieves to get them to trust us."

He liked the neighborhood watch idea, but he thought asking who was watching out for others and who had it in for someone would be ripe for abuse. What thieve wouldn't want to guard to put pressure on their rival?

"A secure building with chains and stocks would work. Using the stocks near the shore would be inhuman in the winter," the Captain said. "Maybe it could function as lodging and offices for the watch?"




Scribe Drom




"Selling it to them might be the best," she said, "That would be legal if not a little the nicest thing." She paused to think for a moment.
"Master Bork, you look a bit hungry. Could I buy you a bowl of stew and some bread?" she offered giving him a wink.
Putting down the quill after wiping the tip. Unlike the cat lady, her robes and dress concealed her femininity as she stretched her back and legs. Time was talking a toll on her body too. But she tried to hide it. Sitting for hours was getting harder, as was the cold.

When they got far enough away from the captain who was left with the task of recording names, occupation, parentage, and residency for a little bit, she said, "I am wondering if we know someone who might be willing to make that deal for us? Someone who doesn't realize that we can hear the conversations he has in his room and would deal with thieves and pirates. Someone who thinks he needs to sneak off to a meeting tonight and is having a private conversation with the Harbor Master."

She didn't want to say they should run a scam using Andrew, but she did think his romantic view of being a thief might be useful unless the fool really tried to stick himself in the middle of this.

She also pulled out of her pocket a note with the names of two farmers who would be willing to help and have their boys help build a low stone wall. They even have a couple large piles of field stones, in return they would like help with a barn that is starting to shift and fall over and designing something for storing hay and grain.
A second name on the note was that of a young boy, who she thought might make a good runner and page for the Engineer. The boy earlier in the day had been lifting a bull in a sling with a block-and-tackle.

The scribe had taken on two girls. One seemed a little strange with large clear blue eyes and long black hair. She was in a hand me down dress and was barefooted. She was now sitting in a chair swinging her legs back and forth on a bench. She was very young, maybe four or five years in age. In her lap sat a back cat that was adoring the attention she was giving it. The second was a red headed with green eyes who was well on the way to becoming a woman with a pale complexion. She was dressed in rough but nicer clothes. When she opened her mouth though she swore like a dwarf about be given a bath at sea.




The Captain





When the Engineer headed back over to the captain, and the Scribe had headed off to freshen up. "The Captain looked at him. I'd like you to take the Scribe and the Abbot out to the mine early in the morning. If there is to be a confrontation among the thieves, I need them some place safe because I don't have enough guards to maintain order and keep them safe," he said. It was clear he was including the Bork in the them.

He nodded to the red head and said, "She was to be sold into prostitution when the ship came in. Her family was going to get her so drunk she wouldn't know what happened till afterwards. Her free beer was going to be the start of that. Brom paid for her out of her own pocket and is going to make a maid and cook out of her. You should put the Scribe on the list of people out to get her father."
He laughed, "Be prepared for some burnt food for a while and let me know if anything goes missing."

Nodding at the other one, "I can't figure out why she took on the little girl?"

When the scribe came back she gently told the girls to go get food and find an out of the way spot to eat. The older gave the younger a little push as a get away from me message. The younger looked shocked but kept the cat safe. The Captain excused himself and walked over to the redhead and gently put his hand on her back, leaned down to look at her eye to eye and said something. The look he got was pure defiance. He gently rubbed her arm and returned to the table.

"I have six sisters," he said to Bork as if that explained everything.
The Captain




The Captain noted the Engineers honesty and candor. It was a quality that was rare. He shook his head, "I would need two witnesses. If they are throwing around money like that they would have people willing to say they saw something differently. His Grace would then have to decide, then that would be appealed because of bias and we would have to wait for a ship then send for an inquisitor and a judge, and finally wait for a response." It would have been easier if he had a victim that could point a finger or even a body.
"Being the guards found you with her and she probably has witnesses that say that you were involved and you paid her in gems," he said.
In the Captain's mind, the facts were not adding up. He wanted to get his hands on Silverclaw and get to the bottom of the matter. But two thieves guilds were a bigger problem in his mind, thieves do not fight well with each other nor do they follow the rules.
He looked at the engineer and said, "Sounds like we will be in need a jail, secure storage, and street lights sooner than later."

Scribe Abbigale Drom




The scribe smiled at the Dwarven black and white thinking, logical, categorical, direct, and protected.

“A bag of gems might have bought you a beer or it might finance something like a new mill, bought some slaves the provided laborers that you could have freed,” she said, “ or maybe hired some craftsmen.”
She took a sip of a glass of wine then said, “The town is a wash with con artists, pirates and thieves at this point. It is their culture. So yes, the response is harsh. Open defiance of the rule of law needs a harsh response. We are trying to change things and will take some time. Hopefully we can.”

Abbigale did not believe that all people were just good. Nor did she believe they were all evil, some people are just more dangerous than others.

She didn’t believe that Silverclaw would stay in town. She had shown that she could reach him with her magic and the dreams he would have tonight would help him to buy passage on a ship out of here.

The captain was taking this all in. He did not like the elves deception, or what he believed it to be. He asked the engineer, “Do we mine gems?” It was a simple enough question but it had ramifications.

Interested



Cilia did what she was told, she was good at hiding and being small. Snow moved in a way that was like a well choreographed dance. She watched his muscles tighten as he prepared to fight. She moved back from the fight to stay out of the staff’s range.

She could smell the stench of death and the smoke of battle. It made her stomach churn and head ache. Emotionally, she was as charged as the air was filled with the sound. Yet she felt powerless and small.

As she moved back one of the dead things approached in a flanking maneuver. As it came in to attack her, she tried to retreat, while the dead warrior slashed. She threw the book as the sword flashed. It cut into the corner of the book and then into the muscle of her left arm. The momentum of the heavy book deflected the blade enough to keep it from her heart. As the book spun paper came out of the binding and floated in the wind. The heavy binding and most of the pages continued to spin hitting the creature first in the right eye with the cover, then spine hit where the nose should be and finally the back cover hit a cheek and bounced.

The attack did some damage to the creature, but she did not want to see if she killed it or not. She ran after Fergus holding her arm to stop the blood that flowed with each step.
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