Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 18:50:11</strong>
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				Middle Menthis is one of the most diverse wards of Sharn. Down one street might be a row of halfling homes and down another might be orcs from the Shadow Marches. There is even a large Cyran population here, those wealthy enough to avoid the refugee camps. It is a great ward to sample different cultures and foods from all over Khorvaire.<br><br>The Griffin &amp; Sword is a rowdy little pub. Its district, Cassan Bridge, is the primary community for Marchers from the western frontier and while the pub has a mundane sounding name, it is clearly closer to a stilt saloon on the inside. Statues of orcish and druidic heroes loom over the patrons, a mixture of orcs, humans, half-orcs, and (curiously) gnomes. Several loud arguments over games of Conqueror and King of Fire threaten to break out into violence, although neither the barkeepers nor the other patrons seem at all perturbed by them. Pipe smoke mixes with spicy incense, giving the entire room the smell of burnt licorice and sugar. Even though it is only mid-day, the liquor flows freely<br><br>You arrive at quarter to twelve. While you see no signs of Max, but his spot under the statue of Thakash Rin is clear. You shouldn’t have to wait too long and it looks like you weren’t the only person Max called upon for aid. This will give you a chance to introduce yourself while you wait for him.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 01:49:48</strong>
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				A drinking establishment was one thing, but this place was so...<em>unsophisticated</em>. Some more judgemental words had come to mind, and Kathina had pushed them back down with a moment of guilt. For about the hundredth time since she had arrived in Sharn, she reminded herself that people did things differently here, and she was the one that needed to adapt.<br><br>She had her doubts about how much she could ever adapt to a rowdy place like this, though. Loud laughter, shouting and arguments washed over her, the tavern sounding like it was a few moments away from a brawl breaking out. She was aware of how her attire--as well as her prim stance and the way she was keeping a hand on her purse--was making her stand out in the crowd, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. She wanted to be spotted by Max of course, that was why she'd come here, but....<br><br>Distracted, Kathina stepped backwards into someone else, who'd been heading to the same spot she was.<br><br>"Ah, sorry!" she said, spinning around to see who she was addressing. "I didn't see you there--are you here to meet Max too?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 02:35:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/f9/fd/01f9fd1e9b937984d2e43a866522913a.png)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She was taking in the sights and sounds. There was a warm familiarity to the rough-and-tumble nature of the bar. He was fairly certain that the music coming out of the bards was one he knew, but couldn't place. It was easy enough to be haunted... which made for a fine excuse for the mug of heavy Karnn stout he was nursing. Stout that very nearly got spilled. <strong>"Ah,"</strong> Memento grunted as someone bumped into her. His eyes turned to regard the trespasser. She had greenish-brown irises set into red scelera, and the hood he wore didn't hide the roots of the horns on his forehead. Despite the malefic visage, Memento didn't seem angry, or even annoyed at the intrusion; instead she just examined the priestess for an awkward, quiet moment, as if trying to place her. Then he shook his head. <strong>"Oh. No. You're... I mean? yes, I'm here for Max. My name is..."</strong> There's a brief hitch, <strong>"Memento."</strong> She offered a hand to Kathina then, which aside from the red coloration and the calluses of a swordsman, was perfectly normal-seeming. His smile though, revealed too-long canines, and it didn't quite reach his eyes. <strong>"Sorry, I was distracted. You're a friend of his?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 12:38:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EDkyjet.jpg)</div>Amidst a group of patrons sitting around a small table in one corner of the inn, the young shifter known as Umbra was currently in the midst of a game of chance. Holding her cards to hide them from the view of her opponents, she ran her eyes across them. She wore a nervous expression on her face, biting her lower lip as she shifted her eyes from her cards to her opponents. Reading her expression, the half-orc woman across the table grinned broadly in turn. The human and halfling men to their sides each fidgeted. The halfling called, with some trepidation, and the half-orc much more confidently did the same. The human folded, and all eyes fell on Umbra. She hesitated for but a moment, before letting the slightest of grins creep onto her lips, as she announced her intent to call and lowered her hand for the others to see. The halfling's head dropped and the half-orc swore loudly. Umbra kept grinning as she reached over to collect the pot, keeping her eyes locked on the half-orc as she did. The two others at the table looked between them, almost seeming nervous that a fight were to break out. Just as the tension seemed to reaching a peak, Umbra turned towards the bar and yelled over, "Barkeep! Get my friends here a round on me for being good sports!"<br><br>She turned back to look at the other woman, who was very clearly deciding whether to punch her or accept the kindness, but Umbra simply winked at her and said, "I'd be more than happy to give you a chance to work out that frustration, love, but I'm afraid I'm here waiting on some matters of business. All the same, it's been a pleasure."<br><br>With that, she rose and stood from the table, before the other woman could quite figure out how to reply. She was still trying to work it out when the round of drinks arrived. By then, Umbra had made her way to the bar and tapped her knuckles on the counter, placing the coin down for her generous order, adding a few coins extra as she said, "I'll take a tall cup of your strongest ale."<br><br>As the barkeep turned to pour her a glass, Umbra took the moment to look over towards where she was supposed to be meeting Max, idly adjusting her clothing as she did. She hadn't really started off with much anything to her name, and she'd worked hard to get what she had, even if it still wasn't much. Max probably paid for a fair bit of her wardrobe with the money he lost to her at cards. She supposed, all things considered, she owed it to him to hear out what he needed and lend a hand if she could, provided there was coin to be made and thrills to be had.<br><br>She spot others around the table in question. Others Max had called on? No sign of Max yet, though. The tiefling caught her eye first, and she had to admit, they looked interesting enough. She'd have to make sure they were properly introduced before they started off on this task. The human, on the other hand... well, Umbra didn't exactly make a habit of trusting their kind overmuch. Not only human, but she had the look of a religious sort to her as well. Perhaps some had forgotten the Inquisition, but Umbra's people damn well hadn't. Still, Umbra would do what was asked of her. She was quite capable of acting the professional when it was required.<br><br>As she continued to look for Max, or others approaching the table, she felt her attention waver, as the surrounding noise and sights and sounds of the bar began to fade away, giving way to a muffled quiet of the senses. Then, all at once, the sound of a cup being placed on the counter behind her drew her back to reality. She turned to the barkeep, offering a friendly smile and a nod of her head as she took the cup and brought it up to her lips, knocking back a deep swig of the pleasantly bitter contents. Hopefully this business Max had dragged her here for would be worth the wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 23:09:47</strong>
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				Kathina stopped for a moment when she saw the extended hand--the red-skinned hand, along with the horns and the pointed teeth.<br><br><em>Don't stare! It's rude!</em> she reminded herself archly, and took the offered hand with her best try at an easygoing smile.<br><br>"Yes, a friend! My name is Kathina....." She paused a moment.<br><br>"Well, to tell the truth, we met when he was in prison. Not for anything criminal!" she added hastily. "This was six years ago, and he was a prisoner of war, you see. But he was a really polite and well-mannered man, considering I was on the other side, and we got on well enough. So....how do <em>you</em> know him?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>02-04-2019, 23:35:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4b/Fin1.png/1200px-Fin1.png)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin</span></acronym><br><br>The rabble here were just as fascinatingly diverse as any pub with a modicum of seediness. Hells, judging by the pretty statues placed about, it may have been even moreso. There was nothing more beautiful than a variety of faces and personal quirks to observe; like the dwarf woman who twirled the tip of her beard when she was thinking between sips of ale, or the goliath whose rumbling laughter didn't stop him from trying and failing to chug his grog--causing it to spill on his face time and time again. <br><br>Fin moved dexterously through the crowd, watching faces and body language with a keen eye, and taking notes and doodles in his journal all the while. Some looked askance at him, and even more threatened to break his nose--a most universal threat, he had come to find--but he simply smiled and told them he was an artist who couldn't ignore an interesting face. <br><br>And he slipped away inveterately as they stared in confusion.<br><br>Then, he noticed a rare gem among dazzling drunkards: a shifter. A kindred spirit gifted by the Traveler. She was boisterous and confident, even amidst the rowdy bunch who patroned this place. She even seemed to have fun teasing a half-orc woman who clearly wished to punch her lights out. Intrigued, he thought to approach with his journal open and ink pen at the ready; that was, until he noticed her turn her full attention to a tiefling and human duo. More interesting: the human looked to be of a religious background. <br><br>For a moment, he wished he could've been close enough to take note of any subtle tics of dismay or anger she might have had, but this turned into wonder. Perhaps seeing this human was not a surprise to her; perhaps they were enemies, or perhaps there was a contract to be carried out. It would explain why the shifter sat at the bar so far away, sipping her drink and casting the odd glance at the pair as if waiting for an opportunity.<br><br>He might have left her to it, if he didn't soon realize that the spot the pair were standing in was by the statue of Thakash Rin; right where Max wanted to meet <em>him</em>. This fact made it his business to pursue, and opened a slew of new questions he would love to have answered. So, he approached the bar, sitting beside the shifter and ordering himself a mug of ale.<br><br>"Interesting, yes? How diversity can meld so nicely in the seediest of places?" His rich, distinctly accented voice cut cleanly through the din, and among constant, cacophonous complications, his focus steadied on her--at least until he got his drink. At that point, he took a long swig before speaking again. "Are you here for Max?" He asked, and there was a subtle implication in his tone, though he wouldn't easily reveal the meaning behind it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-04-2019, 01:13:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wynnie Nackle</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br>Gnome Druid 1<br>HP: 10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +2<br>Perc: 14&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>Location: Griffin &amp; Sword<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br>Wyn was of the habit of arriving places well in advance of the appointed time she was meant to be there - <em>especially</em> when those places were taverns.&nbsp; The moment she'd walked through the door of The Griffin &amp; Sword she was enchanted, enthralled by the eclectic mix of beings; the exotic aromas and the intriguing statues arranged around the room.&nbsp; For a moment, so overcome was she by the sheer wealth of things to engage with, that she was frozen still in the doorway.<br><br>Luckily, a grumpy human with a crook nose and beefy arms shoved through behind her and knocked her aside with barely a glance and only an ill-tempered grunt of annoyance.&nbsp; Staring after the soot-covered brute, she considered following him to apologize, but thought better of it when he settled at the bar and his stool creaked beneath his weight.&nbsp; It would be doubly-impolite to bother him when he was trying to relax after a hard day.&nbsp; So, instead, she darted through the room to the nearest table with an open seat, climbing up into it and settling with a bright smile at the occupants.<br><br>The next half hour saw Wynnie's table companions finding various reasons to leave as she chattered on in her sweet, high voice.&nbsp; The endless stream of questions - directed largely at the orcs and half-orcs - were rarely answered and never with more than a grunt or mono-syllabic response.&nbsp; Still, her spirits remained cheery and her will stalwart as she spread bits of parchment from her scroll case in front of her and took notes.&nbsp; The papers looked indecipherable, what with her personal shorthand, random anatomical doodles and the seeming disorganization of her note-taking, but she seemed perfectly comfortable with the mess.<br><br>When the last of the men who had occupied the table made an excuse and left her alone, she looked around with surprise.&nbsp; She'd been so engrossed, in what <em>she</em> considered a fascinating exchange, that she had utterly lost track of time and only just realized that Max might be awaiting her.&nbsp; Hurriedly, she gathered her papers and rolled them back up to tuck into her scroll case, then put away her quill and ink before hopping from her chair.&nbsp; She waved affably to one of the orcs who had bailed on her table early on, his departure having been wordless, then headed toward the statue where she'd been instructed to meet Mr. Murdock.<br><br>Her eyes brightened and she perked at the sight of the pair already standing nearby, her gaze naturally more drawn by the excitingly exotic red-skinned Tiefling.&nbsp; So taken was she by the pair, that she nearly entirely missed the woman with the feline features not far away, but sure enough as she drew nearer she noticed her as well.&nbsp; Then the man beside her, who didn't look entirely normal either, though she had no idea what struck her about him.&nbsp; And, of course, 'normal' was a bit of a silly concept in their world.<br><br>Arriving at the table beneath Takash Rin, she beamed up at the two far-taller people standing beside it and chirped pleasantly.&nbsp; "Are we all here to see Mr. Murdock, then?&nbsp; Hello, I'm Wynnie!&nbsp; Absolutely bursting with pleasure over meeting you...both!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>03-04-2019, 05:41:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/Screen_Shot_2019-04-02_at_9.39.50_PM.png)</div>You’ve been waiting for nearly an hour by the time Max Murlock walks through the door. You immediately notice his disheveled appearance and worried look as he makes his way over to the table. He drops his fedora onto the table and reaches for a drink, draining it quickly.<br><br>“Thank you for coming friends, I’m in a spot of trouble. Lady Nora approached me and asked that I find her missing husband. She fears he is been kidnapped or worse, but the Watch isn’t taking his disappearance seriously."<br><br>“That’s where you come in. You see... I’m not actually a private investigator. I just sort of... play one. Ladies love a dark, brooding bad boy — *cough cough* anyway — the lady suspects he might have been slumming at a watering hole in Middle Dura when he was taken. I’ve had my run-ins with the law, so I can’t get within one hundred feet of the place before being chased off by the Watch. I’m a lover, not a fighter."<br><br>“I’ve got 50 galifars with your names on it if you can get to the bottom of this mystery and make me look like the hero. What d’you sa... hey wait as sec, who are you?”<br><br>Max directs the question at Wynnie, having finally clued in to the fact there is an unfamiliar face at the table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>03-04-2019, 11:05:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EDkyjet.jpg)</div>The shifter canted her head to the side as someone spoke to her, turning just enough to see them clearly without turning her full body towards them, and keeping half her attention on where she was supposed to be meeting with Max. After he had spoken, she let a quiet chuckle slip from her lips, pursing them together thoughtfully before saying, "Aye, it's quite something to behold. Almost makes you forget how quick people are to turn on one another."<br><br>She turned her eyes back towards the table as she pulled her cup up to here lips and knocked back a healthy swig of ale, leaving the stranger's question unanswered until she swallowed, before finally replying with, "As for why I'm here. I'm here for excitement and riches. But yes, I am here to see Mr. Murlock, as I take it you are as well."<br><br>She took another swig of her ale and settled in for the wait, hoping Max had the courtesy to show before she got too plastered.<br><br>When the man finally arrived, she made her way over to his table to hear him out. As he explained the situation to the group, Umbra remained quiet, keeping her thoughts to herself and her eyes perhaps pointedly away from the cleric. She was prepared to interject as Max's story seemed to come to a close, though she kept her mouth closed as his attention was drawn towards the gnome. Her own eyebrow raised questioningly. Was he not expecting her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>03-04-2019, 19:49:46</strong>
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				Kathina nodded politely as the others introduced themselves, feeling slightly more out of place with each new addition. The look she'd got from the bartender and neighbouring patrons when she'd asked for just a cup of water probably hadn't helped her blend in any. She almost sighed in relief when she finally saw a familiar face.<br><br>Max seemed anxious, to put it mildly. The speed with which he laid out his situation certainly suggested that. She tried to focus on the important part--<em>someone was in danger</em>.<br><br>"Of course I'll help!" she said solemnly. "Now then....who might have wanted to kidnap or harm him? And he's a reputable citizen, isn't he? Why would the Watch not wish to help her--?" She stuttered to a halt with his last question, and turned to look at the small woman she had barely noticed before now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>04-04-2019, 00:31:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wynnie Nackle</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br>Gnome Druid 1<br>HP: 10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +2<br>Perc: 14&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>Location: Griffin &amp; Sword<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br>The hour between her greeting and Max's arrival had been filled with cheerful chatter and a large mug of lemonade that was refilled multiple times.&nbsp; And almost as nearly many breaks to pee...(tiny bladder).&nbsp; Still, she managed to keep her string of thought from one moment to the next, telling them all about the table of people she'd met on her arrival.<br><br>When Max finally arrived, she fell silent to let him talk, wanting to wait for the appropriate moment to introduce herself and tell him why she was there.&nbsp; But, then that moment came before she was ready and she had to gulp down a mouthful of lemonade and swipe her hand across her lips before answering.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Uhm...well, I had sort of hoped to break this gently and more privately, but...uhm...Reia Liliaceae died several months ago." <br><br>Pausing, she glanced around at the others, cheeks pinkening as she finally shows a hint of self-consciousness and clears her throat slightly, looking back to Max with tenderness in her big, expressive eyes.&nbsp; "I served as her research assistant and she left her home to me, so I received your missive to her.&nbsp; I couldn't imagine relating the news of her passing in a cold, impersonal letter...so I decided to come and tell you in person.&nbsp; And, well, offer my services in my mentor's stead.&nbsp; And now that I know why we're all here, I can't very well walk away from this poor woman."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>04-04-2019, 07:07:28</strong>
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				A look of... something passes over Max's face at Wynnie's news. Maybe it was annoyance or regret, mourning or memory, frustration or pain. His face is hard to read, but one thing is certain: Max's mood is definitely not as celebratory as the various half-orcs, Marchers, and gnomes that surround you. He is stunned for a moment, then completely drains his mug in a single long drag before reaching for another. <br><br><span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size">"Of all the days,"</span> he mutters before continuing on in a conversational voice. "I thank you for news of Reia's passing and offer my condolences. I am, of course, grateful that you are willing to lend your aid Miss..?"<br><br>Moving on, Max lays down the facts as he knows them. <br><br>"So Lady Nora ir'Roole is bonafide nobility. Her husband, Drevan ir'Roole, went missing two days ago, which is when I cabled you by Speaking Stone. She's Khorvar (half-elven) and he's human. Both fairly young, but successful in their own rights, your top thirty under thirty types. Or racial equivalents. You get the picture, right? Hang on, I have a sketch of each of them I dug out from an old copy of the Korrenberg Chronicle."<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Devan_IrRoole.jpg)</div> <div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nora_-_Cover.jpg)</div>Max produces a pictures of each ir'Roole. You all know that the ir' prefix does indeed denote a noble family, likely dating back to times of unified Galifar before the Last War divided the empire. <br><br>"So Nora was distraught and confided in me. For the record, I told her that she needed to get some House Tharashk inquisitives on the case, but she insisted on hiring me. Said that it was better to have a family friend looking into the matter and I said yes because I'm a sucker and could never say no to a dame in trouble."<br><br>Max's expression is somewhere between annoyed and dreamy. So, quite possibly frustrated at having more balls than brains. <br><br>"She said she knews that Drevan occasionally heads down to the Half-Pint Tavern in Middle Dura when he needs to think and be alone. Now, I haven't been able to get close enough to the place to case it out, but what I did find out is that Drevan pays the Half-Pint Tavern’s owner enough money to leave the keys and return in the morning. Basically buys the entire place out for the evening. Who knows what he was doing in there, right? But if you've got that kinda money, more power to you."<br><br>Max takes another swig of ale as a cheer goes up from a table of gnomes who just beat their opponents at a game of Conquerer. <br><br>"So the place to start would be to check out this Tavern, capiche? Something definitely did happen there, so hopefully there's a clue or something you could use to track down Drevan before it is too late."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>04-04-2019, 08:11:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4b/Fin1.png/1200px-Fin1.png)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin</span></acronym><br><br>"Excitement...and <em>riches</em>..." he repeated in a murmur, placing his journal on the countertop and retrieving a pencil to jot down notes. What he wrote was more involved than a quote. If she were quick enough--and interested enough--to sneak a peek, it included her tone, accent, and minute inflections he could pick up on. "I know all too well how quick people are to turn on one another. It is always the ones closest to you." What was meant to be an observation brought on from years of experience brought a surprising pang of guilt to his heart, and for awhile, he was quiet.<br><br>As she settled in to drink, he took note of the way she did it: from lifting her mug, to her reaction to the liquor's rough taste and burn. He took this all in and put it to paper as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. "I have not met many Shifters, so I am sorry if this causes offense, but: your ears are magnificent!" If she agreed to it, he would make a sketch of her; one that she could keep, if she pleased. A reward for not threatening him with violence.<br><br><hr><br>Once Max made his way in, Fin gathered his things and approached the table, listening in on the story as it was weaved. He waited as the human woman offered her services at once; and waited longer as Max questioned an apparently new face, leading to sorrowful news being shared, and another offer of aid being stated by the gnome in question. "So kind," he noted, milky white eyes dancing between both women. <br><br>Max pressed on after offering his condolences--notably before any of them could attempt to bargain for better pay. Smart. <br><br>By the end of the briefing, Fin had something important to say. "Looks like your weenie got you into <em>trouble</em> again," he called in a sing song voice, his <acronym title="Romanian">accent</acronym> on full display, but light and airy all the same.<br><br>"Oh! I almost forgot. Hello, all. My name is Fin." For just a split second, his eyes flashed a faintly golden hue. It was so quick, one could blink and miss it. In fact, one could easily miss it if one didn't blink. "I saved this man's life once before," he added, indicating Max with a tilt of his head a nonchalant smirk. "Perhaps now we will save what is left of his reputation!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>05-04-2019, 09:07:27</strong>
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				Kathina nodded along with the story, while she was also trying to take in the other people she was here with, especially the gnome with the tireless mouth, and the newcomer with the somewhat crude sense of humour--she did give a polite, but somewhat visible, wince at Fin's joke.<br><br>"It....is a little curious." she said, trying to stay focused on the reason they were here. "About what he would be doing there that he couldn't just do at home. When we find the place, we should see if there was anyone else who regularly went there with him."<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>06-04-2019, 05:01:43</strong>
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				Max goes somewhat flushed, but pointedly ignores Fin's jab and shrugs at Kathina's suggestion. <br><br>"I am inclined to agree with you, but never put it past a noble to spend money to do something we humble people would do for free. While Nora may not desire it, I'd at least hope that somebody was keeping him company with his thoughts. That is all speculation on my behlaf however." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-04-2019, 10:01:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wynnie Nackle</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br>Gnome Druid 1<br>HP: 10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +2<br>Perc: 14&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>Location: Griffin &amp; Sword<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br>"Oh!&nbsp; I'm Wynnie Nackle.&nbsp; You can call me Wyn, though.&nbsp; Or Wynnie.&nbsp; I'm not especially partial to one or the other."&nbsp; Her teeth made a soft, but audible, clicking sound as she snapped them shut on the avalanche of words that threatened to spill out of her mouth.&nbsp; Max's moving forth to explaining the problem helped her to stave off her instinct to fill any void with the ever-loving sound of her own voice, and as he spoke she sipped her fourth mug of lemonade.<br><br>Her brows furrowed, eyes shifting hue subtly with the various unshuttered emotions that passed across her expressive face as she listened to the story.&nbsp; Concern for the missing man, sympathy for his worried wife, amusement and a bit of reproach at Max's apparent attraction to the married woman, and over-all intrigue into the mystery.&nbsp; "Oh, yes, the tavern is definitely the best place to start.&nbsp; There's all manner of things he could have been doing there that he didn't want the rabble to catch wind of.&nbsp; Perhaps he was involved in some sort of illicit doings with shady black marketeers, and that was where they would meet to discuss their nefarious business over wine and pasta!&nbsp; Ooor, he could secretly be one of those fancy men who likes dressing up like women and entertaining crowds for silver.&nbsp; Could be there's a whole bunch of them and he rents the tavern out so they can get together and all put on shows for one another..."<br><br>She finally fell silent as she imagined what that sort of party might involve or look like, grinning as she absently rocked and bounced in her chair along to lively music only she could hear.&nbsp; Well, if that was what the missing man was doing with his time, then she rather hoped that they would be able to catch a show.&nbsp; It sounded very entertaining.&nbsp; As she became a bit lost in her thoughts, she finished the last of her lemonade and was drawn back to the moment by the lack of liquid in her cup.<br><br>Staring down to the bottom, she held a lengthy debate with herself over whether it was a good idea to order a fifth.&nbsp; They would likely be leaving soon, and she didn't want to force her new friends to stop along the way so she could find a place to tinkle.&nbsp; Finally, and reluctantly, she set the cup aside and looked around at the others, canting her head.&nbsp; "Though, I'm not really sure why putting on shows dressed like a woman would end up with him missing."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>07-04-2019, 10:27:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4b/Fin1.png/1200px-Fin1.png)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin</span></acronym><br>Changeling Rogue 1<br>HP: 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +3<br>Perc: 12&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>AC: 14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<acronym title="Reaction. Disadvantage to an enemy attacking you. 1/ short rest">Visage</acronym>: 1/1<br>Location: Griffin &amp; Sword<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br>The priestess--or cleric--pushed on with her inquiry, and, perhaps sensing an out, Max immediately hopped on answering. Then, the gnome introduced herself, which very much pleased him. "Wyn! Yes, that is a Wynner!" He joked, before letting out a self-pleased 'HA' at his own joke.<br><br>But, he was no complete fool. He had been listening intently, and calculating. "Illicit business, no doubt," he said, before listening to Wynnie's rambling mess of guesses--which he of course took notes on. Not of the guesses themselves, but of her intriguing candor and the bubbly joy she exuded from her tiny form. She would be a treasure trove--theoretically speaking--though a part of him was saddened that because of her height, she was one person he could never replicate entirely.<br><br>"Oh that does sound fun!" He said in response to the crossdressing burlesque theory, though he knew it was sadly unlikely. "Maybe he hosts an underground fight club that makes him feel <strong>alive</strong>!" He posited. "Or he drinks the hidden sorrows of his life away. I...hope it is the first one.<br><br>"But, whatever it is, we will find out, yes? I could look like this man, well enough, if I must. Or I can play the <em>sneaky spy</em>. Those are kind of my things." His gaze passed over the folks gathered, most favoring on those who had not yet introduced themselves. They were all of them mysteries--especially the odd-looking Tiefling--and he was drawn like a moth to flame.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>08-04-2019, 05:07:40</strong>
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				“Well met then Wynnie,” says Max, smiling a little. “Welcome to Sharn. Mind the locals. They city’s got a good soul, but she can be a bit rotten in places.&nbsp; I may not be here when you get back, but if you ask around Cassan Bridge, I am sure you will find me. I hope that while you are here you are treated to Sharn’s wonders rather than her dregs.”<br><br>As you leave the bar and follow Max’s directions to the Half-Pint Tavern, it becomes increasingly clear that he is, in fact, sending you straight into Sharn’s dregs. Dura Quarter is the oldest in Sharn, and it shows in the cracks in both stone and enchantments never restored. Middle Dura is closer to a lower ward than other quarters, catering to the working and lower class. It is not where you imagine Drevan, a nobleman, would decide to spend his evenings.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Even compared to the rest of Middle Dura, the Underlook district itself has seen better days. Dingy inns and restaurants line the streets, but many old businesses have closed and been transformed into wretched tenements. Nonetheless, cheap lodging is plentiful and travellers from across Khorvaire walk the streets. The Half-Pint Tavern looks no different on the outside than any other storefront. It sports a faded sign, scarred exterior, and a sturdy door with a good lock. It is immediately forgettable, except for the people by the door.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>A member of the Sharn Watch stands in front of the Half-Pint Tavern, a look of fatigue and annoyance on his face. In front of him, a nervous half-elf paces back and forth. As you watch, the half-elf turns to say something to the guard, which only brings a scowl to the human’s face. He decides against it and heads off down the street. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>08-04-2019, 19:13:31</strong>
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				As the group walked down from the meeting place, Kathina glanced at them as subtly as she can manage--not in a hostile way, but more curiosity. Max had certainly associated with some unusual people, but they seemed like good folk....so far? And wasn't there something she had forgotten to do when she was trying to keep track of names and who knew who from where?<br><br>"I'm....pleased to meet you." she said stiffly. "My name is Kathina Avel, and I'm here on missionary work. I met Max during the war, but I never realised he kept such, erm, varied company--"<br><br>She paused, on seeing the establishment they were meant to be visiting.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>09-04-2019, 08:59:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/f9/fd/01f9fd1e9b937984d2e43a866522913a.png)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Memento had fallen into quiet - perhaps a bout of somnolence brought on by having so many people clearly organizing a group. Faded memories (?) flooded her for a moment, before he snapped out of it with a gasp, and a rapid flutter of his thick eyelashes. "Oh! I'm sorry, wow... What?" He rubs the bridge of her nose and sweeps that hand back over his horns. "I'm... Memento," she says after Wynnie's avalanche of words gives her space to do so. That name never felt right, but it was the only one that worked.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a moment of digesting everything (since Max is a darling and would at least give her the basics a second time, right? <em>of course</em>) she considered. "Some small noble locks himself up in a tavern and went missing. Got it. Well, it wasn't this tavern, so..." She does order a last show of the blackscale brandy that she had developed a taste for, and after downing it, stood. "Shall we?"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>and fast forward to Middle Dura.</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"<em>Oh yeah</em>, our guy was definitely slumming. Look at this place. I'll bet its only patrons are rich kids wanting to play at being crusty." A low exhale of breath; apparently the walk had animated the tiefling beyond what they had seen in the Griffin &amp; Sword. "Well, who wants to get a drink, and who wants to talk to that man stomping off?" For her part, Memento was already headed for the door of the pub and its guard. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>10-04-2019, 05:48:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/4/4b/Fin1.png/1200px-Fin1.png)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin</span></acronym><br>Changeling Rogue 1<br>HP: 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +3<br>Perc: 12&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>AC: 14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<acronym title="Reaction. Disadvantage to an enemy attacking you. 1/ short rest">Visage</acronym>: 1/1<br>Location: Outside the Half-Pint Tavern<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br>"Well met, Kathina," he said with an easy smile in spite of her nervousness. "It is good to experience the world and all its diversity. On that, me and he agree!" Judging by the way his smile brightened, he didn't mind the corniness of that rhyme. It was almost cute how the human felt unnerved by the rarer races surrounding her, but more importantly, it was intriguing.<br><br>He was both glad and amused when Memento spoke her comment. He was starting to think she was one of those quiet people that kept their uniqueness bottled up. That was always so annoying. "Rich and crusty are not mutually exclusive; why, I knew a nobleman, who--" On second thought, maybe it wasn't best to bring up too much of his past. "Uh, nevermind."<br><br>And like that, Memento was off to try to talk to the guard. "It's interesting how well-guarded this place is, yes? Heavy locks and its very own watchman." That said, he decided to follow Memento's suggestion. "I'll try and get another take on our nobleman matter. Excuse me." With a departing wave, he went to follow the half-elf who was now sulking down the street.<br><br>During his...unwarranted following, he found a space of relative isolation and changed his shape to match the slim, pretty and tough image of a half-elf adventurer he'd met in the Griffin &amp; Sword. Then, with an unnecessary wave of his magic cloak, he willed magically-formed clothing to fit his now smaller and thinner form--and gave said clothing a poorer look. Not dank or dingy, but extremely common. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/41/31/a34131cfc11700b5f45d6eff5a02168a.jpg)</div><br>With this done, <em>she</em> jogged the rest of the way to the half-elf and, in a deliberately tired and panting voice, called, "hey!" She made a show of catching her breath once the man's attention was caught, then she brushed raven hair from her angular features and continued on in a voice that would have been melodic if her words were less curt. "Sorry for chasing you down like this, but I've had a few run-ins with that <em>bastard</em> watchman back there too. I had to know, how did he ruin <em>your</em> day?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>12-04-2019, 06:30:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wynnie Nackle</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br>Gnome Druid 1<br>HP: 10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +2<br>Perc: 14&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>Location: Half-Pint<br>Tagging: All; Memento; Guard (NPC) | Open<br><hr><br>Fin earned himself a wide grin and musical giggle at his quip, then her attention was drawn to the Tielfling as she introduced herself to the group as well.&nbsp; Each of them were gifted a beaming smile and an effusive greeting that carried her well into the trip to their next location.&nbsp; Along the way she nattered on at them brightly, pointing out interesting shops and commenting on various people they passed by, seeming to barely ever pause to take a breath.&nbsp; <em>Everything</em> seemed to amaze her, and she seemed to lack even the fundamental understanding of the concept of self-consciousness.<br><br>When they finally reached the tavern in question, she finally shut up and watched the guard shoo off the unfortunate man.&nbsp; Brow furrowing, she peered after him, but when Fin leapt to the task of following, she turned instead to the bar.&nbsp; She trusted that one of the others, one more suitable to protecting him or aiding him would hie off after the pair.&nbsp; Besides, the Tiefling was intriguing and the bar was where the <em>real</em> mystery lie.<br><br>Trouncing in Memento's wake, she lifted a painted hand to wave enthusiastically at the guard outside of the Half-Pint.&nbsp; "Hello, sir!&nbsp; So, this is the Half-Pint, right?&nbsp; Do I get my drinks half-off for being half the size of half the patrons?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>13-04-2019, 00:45:38</strong>
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				"Oh yes--" began Kathina, but by the time she'd turned around, Fin had already vanished. She followed the others into the tavern, and took a moment to look around, and try to discern something about the place that would give a noble of good character and reputation a reason to be frequenting such a place. At least at a glance, she was coming up blank.<br><br>"It's a nice name." she said to Memento. <em>Don't look at the horns, don't look at the horns....</em> she silently repeated to herself. "Did you....choose it yourself? I mean in Thrane, I knew people called Faith, Enlightenment and Endeavour, so maybe it's a given name in....where you're from?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>13-04-2019, 06:20:52</strong>
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				The half-elf Fin is interrogating spits at the ground and eyes her with suspicion. <br><br>"Aye, he'd a rotten blighter, but I suppose he's just doing his job. Says there was a break in at the bar and its closed on account of being a crime scene. I just wanted a drink after shift, but I guess I'll have to go somewhere else now." <br><br>Meanwhile, Wynnie gets nothing but exasperation from the watchman. <br><br>"Man, all of the thick oafs are out today," he mutters through crooked teeth. "Between the gnome and the khorvar..."<br><br>"Okay, let's make this real simple for your miniature brain. You see this uniform here?" he asks, gesturing to his black and green leather armour, scratched and grimy as it is. "This means I'm part of the Sharn Watch. Now, I know that you gnomes in Zilargo like your freaky little secret police, but here in Breland, our law enforcement operates openly so everyone can see us. So if I," he gestures to his chest, "and standing in front of this here tavern, it means a crime has been committed inside. I have know fucking clue if you get half off when the owner is serving booze. He's not here right now, because this is a crime scene and I am here to keep anyone from entering and contaminating the scene."<br><br>"Ergo," he continues, clearly trying to sound more well educated than he is, "I don't have time for your stupid questions. The bar is closed. You can't drink here and now you need leave. I wouldn't advise trying to use that line anywhere else in the Dura. Goodbye." <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>13-04-2019, 17:00:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EDkyjet.jpg)</div><br>Umbra seemed perfectly at home in their increasingly squalid environs, though her eyes did flit back and forth as she made her way through the streets every now and then. She doubted anyone would attempt to mug such a large and clearly well-armed group as theirs, but she knew better than to let her guard down in places like this. Desperation breeds stupidity and recklessness, after all. She didn't look back at the others as she heard some introductions being shared, though she did eventually chime in to offer her own. "You can call me Umbra," she said, keeping her eyes on the street around them, "I'm here cause I never get tired of taking Max's money."<br><br>Once they had arrived out front of the bar, she watched as Fin went off after the irate half-elf gentleman, and opted to stick close by the others to see about finding their way inside the establishment. She rolled her eyes quite visibly as the guard gave them one hell of an attitude, and promptly began to walk away from the group even as he kept yammering on about the bar being closed. As if some half-wit, meathead guard out front had ever stopped her from going where she pleased before... That just meant it was time to case the joint. She scanned the building, walking some ways away from the group, as though she were merely giving up and going home, while continuing her search. She did her best to circle around and take in as much of the building as she could before opting to wait a short distance from the others while she tried to formulate an idea for how to get inside.<br><br><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception rolls to spot alternate ways inside the bar</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-04-13 09:51:21, Umbra (uid: 15606) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135094)<br>At 2019-04-13 09:51:25, Umbra (uid: 15606) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135095)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>13-04-2019, 17:11:11</strong>
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				As the Guard rambles on, Umbra spots a narrow alley nearby. Given its location, there is a good chance it will go past the Half-Pint's rear exit. If she's lucky, there may even be some clues to Drevan's disappearance there.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>13-04-2019, 23:34:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/41/31/a34131cfc11700b5f45d6eff5a02168a.jpg)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin</span></acronym><br>Changeling Rogue 1<br>HP: 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +3<br>Perc: 12&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>AC: 14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<acronym title="Reaction. Disadvantage to an enemy attacking you. 1/ short rest">Visage</acronym>: 1/1<br>Location: Outside the Half-Pint Tavern<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br><br>The half-elf's suspicion triggered a desire to calm his nerves, and the best way was through introduction. "Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself. Fin...a." She smiled the tiniest of smiles. "Short for Serefina, but no one but by mum calls me that."<br><br>"But a break-in, eh?" She asked with a curious lilt. "What sort of drunk-off-his-ass bastard scoffs a tavern?" It was a legitimate-enough question. Any thief worth their salt would have stolen from a more profitable establishment, then <em>bought</em> all the liquor they could want--after some of the heat died down and granted they weren't stupid enough to get drunk in a tavern and brag. "This happen a lot at that place, or was it just a special night?" She paused a moment, the snapped her fingers and added, "Oh yeah, I did hear about nobles slumming it 'round here. You know if that's true?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>14-04-2019, 06:37:46</strong>
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				The khorvar shrugs. The name does seem to allay some supicions, although Fin's questions don't seem to be helping. <br><br>"It happens. There are enough desperate people in Middle Dura even if you don't count those wandering up for the lower city. As for noble's... well, anything is possible. They are used to doing whatever they want and it's not like this is a gated community." He points upwards, toward the floating towers of Skyway, which are somewhere in the distant overhead. "The needy come up and the wealthy come down. We get caught between them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>14-04-2019, 07:15:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/41/31/a34131cfc11700b5f45d6eff5a02168a.jpg)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin</span></acronym><br>Changeling Rogue 1<br>HP: 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +3<br>Perc: 12&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>AC: 14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<acronym title="Reaction. Disadvantage to an enemy attacking you. 1/ short rest">Visage</acronym>: 1/1<br>Location: Outside the Half-Pint Tavern<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br><br><em>'This guy is pretty useless...'</em> It was a thought Fin kept under lock and key, deep within the psyche that hid beneath Serefina's existence.<br><br>"I see," she mused with a thin smile and a conspiratorial waggle of her eyebrows. "Well, don't let me keep you waiting, uh, what's your name again?" She didn't much care, but it was the polite thing to ask. And the moment she got his answer, she planned to head back to the tavern and find a way to sneak in--not knowing yet that Umbra had already had it under control.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>16-04-2019, 02:05:49</strong>
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				The half-elf gives Fin an askance look and say, "Nothing that you need to know stranger," before continuing on his way, clearly wanting to put the strange events of the last five minutes behind him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chulanowa</strong> on <strong>16-04-2019, 13:03:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/01/f9/fd/01f9fd1e9b937984d2e43a866522913a.png)</div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"It... came to me... It's a long story and, I'm sorry, not one I want to share at the moment," memento offered to Kathina as they walked. "But... it's like that yes, it has meaning."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Memento walked with Wynnie... when the gnome was insulted, she reached out, placing ah and on the small woman's green hair. "Easy there, mistress... <em>he doesn't know</em>." As if Wynnie were someone dangerous, or important, and it was just Memento's hand on her head holding her back. Those fingers brushed lightly through the gnome's hair as she stepped past Wynnie, hand leaving her as mememnto approached the guard.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"My boss forgives you for your rudeness," Memento growled down at the guard from his several-inch height advantage. Maybe the red-skinned, horned warrior wasn't so forgiving. "But she has several friends who work here. She's going to want to know what happened, of course - and trust me, you'd rather be a smarmy cunt to me than to her again." Memento curled her lips away from sharp canine teeth in what may have been a smile, or a feral snarl. it's hard to tell. "<em>Ergo</em>. Let's save everyone some trouble, and you tell me what happened here, and we'll be on our way."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intimidate?</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Roll #1:<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At 2019-04-16 05:58:07, Memento (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20k1a3 Result: 18 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135207)<br><br>Roll #2:<br>At 2019-04-16 05:58:37, Memento (uid: 27361) rolls: 1d20k1a3 Result: 22 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135208)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>18-04-2019, 01:45:39</strong>
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				"Yes...your conduct was quite rude." said Kathina, wincing a little at Memento's language. But she didn't interfere, both intrigued by their methods and curious about if they would get results. Instead, she just added a few words in support. Hopefully, it was helping.<br><br>"We're simply trying to find a missing man and relieve the fears of his family. If this were to turn into a criminal investigation....well, it would be quite disruptive to your business, I image. Really, you want to help us just sort it out as quickly as possible."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>19-04-2019, 03:31:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/41/31/a34131cfc11700b5f45d6eff5a02168a.jpg)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin</span></acronym><br>Changeling Rogue 1<br>HP: 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +3<br>Perc: 12&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>AC: 14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<acronym title="Reaction. Disadvantage to an enemy attacking you. 1/ short rest">Visage</acronym>: 1/1<br>Location: Outside the Half-Pint Tavern<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br><br>"Hmph. Ass." With an insult muttered and a useless lead dropped, she turned and marched back toward her party. Unfortunately, she drew near only to see them getting into a heated conversation with a very exasperated guard. It was not at all the welcome back she wanted. So she avoided it.<br><br>Instead, she was lucky enough to spot Umbra standing off towards the alley, out of the guard's sight. It was a shady signal if ever she saw one. With a tiny smirk curling at the corner of her mouth, she approached. "Well this is a fine space to call your own," she remarked in cool serenity. Then, she took a peek over the other woman's shoulder and saw the tavern's back entrance. As suspected. "What say we take a looksy?" She said, fishing through her pockets before flashing a peek of a well-used set of thieves' tools. <br><br>And, eager as she was, she slipped on by and crept her way toward the door, stopping short only a few steps away from her new colleague as something seemed to come to mind. "Oh!" She added in a hushed moment of sudden recollection. "It's Fin, by the way. Like the look?" It was a revelation casually dispersed; one Umbra would have time to process as the changeling snuck on ahead to try her hand at the lock.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll: 24 or 7</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: Fin rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Lockpick<br>Result: 19, <br>Total: 24<br><br>Roll Result: Fin rolled: 1d20, adding 5 to the total<br>Comment: Lockpick<br>Result: 2, <br>Total: 7</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 02:27:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wynnie Nackle</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br>Gnome Druid 1<br>HP: 10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +2<br>Perc: 14&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>Location: Half-Pint<br>Tagging: Memento; Kathina; Guard (NPC) | Open<br><hr><br>Wynnie had just been working up the courage to inflict a little damage on the guard, perhaps by kicking him hard in the shin or rabbit-punching his thigh muscle, when Memento saved her from herself.&nbsp; With only a brief flicker of realization, she tried to assume the persona of a gruff, dangerous, heartless mob boss who walked the town with her goons.&nbsp; It wasn't a very nice way to think of her companions, but bad-ass gang leaders weren't very nice.&nbsp; She gave the guard her most intimidating glower and folded her arms across her chest, tapping one toe.<br><br>Opting to allow her companions to do the talking - for once - she instead growled under her breath and waited to see if the rude man was buying their load of fertilizer.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Intimidation: 12 / 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-04-19 19:28:13, Wynnie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135432)<br><br>At 2019-04-19 19:28:21, Wynnie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135433)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 17:48:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EDkyjet.jpg)</div>Umbra watched the others interact with the guard from a distance, not particularly interested in rejoining that conversation. She was content to simply wait for them to finish, until she spotted... someone heading her way. She tilted her head to the side, tensing slightly, though she remained stationary. As the woman spoke up and began to talk to her, the gears were slowly turning in her head, though she kept a straight face until Fin provided a proper introduction and it all clicked into place.<br><br>She let out a soft chuckle as she relaxed ever so slightly, muttering half to herself, "Changeling, right. If nothing else, our party should walk in the good graces of The Traveler."<br><br>As she spoke, she turned to watch the changeling work on picking the lock, paying close attention as she was quite curious how good she was with those lockpicks. She spoke up as she did, though she kept her voice low seeing as how they were in the midst of breaking and entering, "And for the record, yeah. It's a good look."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 19:33:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The guard glares at the three of you for a moment. He looks like he is about to wallop Memento in the face (Wynnie's growls go ignored) but then he suddenly steps aside. <br><br>"You assholes better be the real deal," he snarls at you, "cause if I find you've been bullshitting me, I'm going to make you wish the War had never ended and you'd never come to this city." <br><br>Around back, the alley's smell is unpleasant and there are puddles of stagnant water that lead from the mouth of the alley to the door. You can see a few spots of dried blood and even a smear along one wall. A homeless figure sits huddled behind some crates where the alley meets the street, partially obscured from view.<br><br>No one is inside the Half-Pint Tavern when you get inside, but there are obvious signs of a struggle. Knocked over chairs and an overturned table litter the floor. The commotion seems to be focused around one particular corner where broken glass from a bottle and goblet lies on the floor. You find dried liquid on the ground and you see some darker spots that might be blood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>23-04-2019, 04:58:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/41/31/a34131cfc11700b5f45d6eff5a02168a.jpg)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin</span></acronym> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">(Serefina)</span><br>Changeling Rogue 1<br>HP: 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +3<br>Perc: 12&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>AC: 14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<acronym title="Reaction. Disadvantage to an enemy attacking you. 1/ short rest">Visage</acronym>: 1/1<br>Location: Outside the Half-Pint Tavern<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br><br><em>Serefina</em> beamed as Umbra made mention of walking in the Traveler's good graces. "I see what you did there," she took the time to say before slim fingers got to work pressing each of the lock's pins into place. She held her ear close to the door, listening for the subtle clicks of a job well done, and for any movement within. And when she was nearly finished, her cat-eared accomplice gave a compliment that earned an easy smirk. "I'm happy you approve," she said, and with a saucy wink, she turned the lock, clicked it into place, and opened the door just a crack.<br><br>Unfortunately, now that she was much less focused on the dual--and enjoyable--distractions of lockpicking and playful chatter, the sheer grossness of the alley hit her with full force. Before she could peek inside, she took full notice of the bloody tracks leading from the door in question, and the transient sitting just past where they'd come from--a witness to their crimes, but maybe a witness to the other that had clearly transpired.<br><br>Hearing the sounds of the front door opening and the others being invited inside, she took a quick glance in and saw what she'd expected--a godsdamned mess. Standing, she slowly moved from the back door. "Well...looks like shit hit the fan alright. Rock, Paper, Wizard to see who questions that guy?" As she said it, she tilted her head casually towards the homeless man--or woman--sitting nearby. Perhaps she could have done it without the game, but where was the fun in that?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>25-04-2019, 01:18:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GM32cYX.jpg)</div> "The more I see, the more confusing this gets." Kathina said out loud to anyone who was listening. "I can't imagine what business he could have had in a place like this--"<br><br>She stopped on seeing the ruckus in the corner. "Let's not make this longer than it needs to be. This seems as good a place to start as any." she said with a shrug, and walked over to see what the commotion was about.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>28-04-2019, 11:38:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EDkyjet.jpg)</div>Umbra simply gave a subtle grin as she watched the lock be made short work of. She wasn't even sure she herself could do such a quick and clean job. Of course, once she caught a glimpse of the inside, "clean" was the last word on her mind. Of course, given the nature of the establishment, she couldn't quite be sure how much of what she was looking at was a result of the incident, or how much was simply business as usual. This struck her as the sort of dive where only the most stubborn of dirty glasses received the luxury of a <strong>wet</strong> rag.<br><br>Following her partner-in-crime's line of sight, she spotted the nearby transient, internally admonishing herself for not taking notice of them sooner. Hearing the proposal for a game, the cat shifter shook her head, shifting her stance as she seemed to weight her options, before muttering, "As fun as a game may be, it would hardly be professional, now would it?" Tilting her head back, she returned her full attention to Serefina, and offered her something of a sly smirk and a wink, "Truth be told, I'd really rather just be out of this alley sooner rather than later."<br><br>With that said, she made her way towards the transient, clearing her throat and waving cordially, putting on her most friendly demeanor and greeting them, "Ho there, friend. My companion and I are looking into the recent incident. I don't suppose you'd be able to help us out a touch, would you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-05-2019, 02:04:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/91/WynNackleSide1.png)</div><span style="font-family: verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Wynnie Nackle</span></span> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14790529#msg14790529)<br>Gnome Druid 1<br>HP: 10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +2<br>Perc: 14&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>Location: Half-Pint<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br>Wynnie kept up her tough-guy ruse as she made her way into the tavern with her companions, then dropped it once they were in and she saw the mess.&nbsp; "Oof!&nbsp; Well, it looks like <em>something</em> happened here.&nbsp; Might have just been a bar brawl, though...let's investigate!"&nbsp; She hurried over to crouch near the main bulk of the broken furniture and maybe-blood-stains, leaning in close to inspect everything intently.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Perception: 11 / 12</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-05-02 19:03:33, Wynnie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135968)<br><br>At 2019-05-02 19:03:52, Wynnie (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=135969)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>11-05-2019, 02:18:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As Kathina and Wynnie make their way over to the corner, they are struck by the striking, pungent smell of sour perfume and rot.<br><br>While sifting through the overturned table and chairs, Kathina finds a large scrap of cloth, whose colour shifts constantly. This is glamerweave, a fashionable fabric with illusion magic woven into it. It has intricate stitching on the inside and it looks like someone fought hard to rip this cloth, probably damaging the entire garment.<br><br>Wynnie sees that there is a lot of blood splatter and small spots of blood, but no large pools to indicate someone died here. The blood trail leads behind the counter and out the back door where Fin and Umbra are huddled. Following the trail she find a fallen purse, lost and forgotten in the back corner, a discarded remnant of the struggle that clearly happened her. Inside are Drevan ir'Roole's identification papers, along with 221 gp in various coinage, mostly golden galifars and platinum dragons. <br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>16-05-2019, 01:45:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The transient looks up at you. He is a shifter as well, long in tooth and grey in whiskers. You can make out that his clothes were once the garments of Cyrian officer, but they have become tattered beyond repair. <br><br>“You mean the commotion two nights ago, don't you? Yeah, I remember. Five of them came out, a couple of them wearing those fancy theatre masks with red markings on them like dragonmarks. One of them was hurt pretty bad, bleeding over there, another was out cold, being carried by two others."<br><br>He pauses as to cough, hacking up some phlegm and spitting it onto the cobblestones. <br><br>“I followed them a bit, none the wiser, as they went straight for the lifts. Maybe have a chance to pocket something of value as they hurried along. The bleeding one wanted to go straight up to Clifftop to find a healer, so they split up. Nowhere to hide on a lift, so I watched them go from the shadows. Returned to my spot later on, none the wiser.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azuresun</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 01:08:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GM32cYX.jpg)</div> Kathina takes a moment to inspect the cloth. This was expensive stuff and--not to be uncharitable--far too good for most of the clientele here. She tucks it away in one pocket.<br><br><em>Signs of a struggle....maybe he just got into a fight, or maybe it wasn't him at all. But behind every coincidence is a sign, as Father Yanaur liked to say.</em><br><br>She looks around for Wynnie or anyone else, to report her discovery.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>03-06-2019, 06:21:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a3/41/31/a34131cfc11700b5f45d6eff5a02168a.jpg)</div><acronym title="With-Golden-Eyes"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Fin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=302778.msg14792036#msg14792036)</span></acronym> <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">(Serefina)</span><br>Changeling Rogue 1<br>HP: 8&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Init: +3<br>Perc: 12&nbsp; &nbsp;Status: Normal<br>AC: 14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<acronym title="Reaction. Disadvantage to an enemy attacking you. 1/ short rest">Visage</acronym>: 1/1<br>Location: Outside the Half-Pint Tavern<br>Tagging: All | Open<br><hr><br>Looking down at the homely shifter, Serefina could hardly suppress a frown. To see one of the Traveler's own wallowing on the streets was a mood dampener to say the least. She listened to his words nevertheless, and was gladdened that he was so forthcoming. In his place, she wasn't sure she would be; in his place, she might have seen this as a coin making opportunity.<br><br>"Thanks, friend," she said, her naturally husky tone given a certain airy lilt. She then reached into one of her many pockets to fish out a palm full of silver--5 all counted--and offered them to him. "Before we go, do you remember which dragonmark was on their masks?"<br><br><em>OOC: Giving the shifter 5 silver.</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>03-06-2019, 06:47:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Cyran veteran looks relieved as Fin gives him the coins, clutching them close before slipping them into his uniform. <br><br>"It wasn't a real dragonmark if you ken my meaning. It was an artist's impression of the dragonmark, like what playwrights will write into their scripts if they want to comment on the power of the heirs, but do not want to offend any of the houses. They invent something clearly looks like a dragonmark, but isn't. Do they do that in Breland? They did it in Cyre..." his voice trails off for a moment. <br><br>"They also dropped this. I don't know what it is, but I don't like it."<br><br>He hands Umbra an obsidian token with red garnet embedded in the center. <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/92/Screen_Shot_2019-06-02_at_10.43.31_PM.png)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Florence</strong> on <strong>04-06-2019, 09:37:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/EDkyjet.jpg)</div><br>Umbra listened to the man as he spoke, making sure to commit his words to memory should any details prove important later on. She was in the midst of reaching for one of her pouches when Serefina approached the man and spoke. As she passed the man some coin, a small smile took hold of the very corners of the cat shifter's lips. Once she was offered the strange token, she took it and withdrew a gold piece, offering it to the man and saying, "Here, friend. Folks like us aught to have each others' backs. Just make sure that no unsavory sorts catch you with coin around these parts. Desperation oft makes quick work of morals."<br><br>When she stood straight again, she looked over the token curiously, trying to see if she could make heads or tails of it.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handed over 1 gold. She's not trying to show up Fin, lol, but all she's got on her are gold pieces.<br><br>Trying to identify the token, if there's any roll I should make to attempt doing so.<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Eberron: Curtain Call IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheKhan</strong> on <strong>06-06-2019, 17:40:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Umbra is able to decode some of the symbolism of the trinket revolving around death, destruction, and blood; but she is unable to link it to a specific religion or faith.<br><br>The shifter veteran nods in thanks to Umbra and acknowledgement of her advice. There is a look of relief in his as he almost grins, twisting the scars of war around his eyes and mouth. He squirrels the gold away into his robes as he says, "May Boldrei bless your hearth my friends."
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