Friday, March 19, 2010

Wd.P.D. Blues

Jarish walked down the twisting alleyway, clutching his thin cloak tighter to his narrow shoulders. The gods above and below must've sent the wind to creep into his bones, it was the only way he could explain how it found him in this maze of buildings, streets and alleys. He was stepping over some debris that was scattered before him when a large shadow detached itself from a darkened doorway and pushed him roughly against the wall.
"Hey, wha-?" stammered Jarish through chattering teeth
"Evening, Jarish. A bit cold to be out this late, isn't it?"
The face came into the feeble moonlight, but Jarish knew who it was before that. That lantern jaw, the fierce black moustache that hung past the corners of the mouth, Miltiades leaned toward the smaller man, one hand bunched up with Jarish's cloak and tunic and the other one calmly resting on the hilt of his broad sword.
"Mil... Miltiades, my favorite watch captain! And how are you this eve?" Jarish was able to squeak out.
"I'm doing poorly, Jarish. Seems there was a murder last night, behind your tavern of choice, the "Maiden and the Sea". I don't like murder, even here in Dock Ward." growled Miltiades. "I was wondering what you knew about it, seeing as how you were there at the bar that night."
"Ah, well, I remember the skirt. She was auburn haired, an adventurer, right? Seemed to know her way around her blades, she did. She was saying she was on a courier mission down to Baldur's Gate. Was to leave on this morning's tide, she was." Jarish replied, a bit more confidently.
"Well, Carmen her name is, won't be leaving for anywhere but a grave now. Her courier pouch, with the Cassalanter crest was found on her, empty. As well as this..." And with that, Miltiades handed over a lead disk, 2 inches across. "Know anything of this?"
Even in the poor moonlight, Miltiades could see Jarish pale in fear, his hand beginning to shake as he held the disk. "That's... That's of the League of Night and Fog..." he croaked.
"Tell me, Jarish. Tell me what you know of them." Miltiades commanded.
Jarish swallowed, his eyes dancing nervously around the alleyway. "That trouble you had last year? With the Zhentarim smugglers? The League will make them seem as fond memories. At least with the Zhents, y'know where their home is, Zhentil Keep or Citadel of the Raven, right? With the League, they have no home. They creep up on you like the night and before you know it, their deed is done and they disappear like fog. They left the disk on her forehead, didn't they?"
"Aye, with some stuff I've heard called a "living web". Don't hardly find it around here." Miltiades took the disk back, straightening up and letting go of his hold on Jarish, who seemed to cower against the bare brick wall.
"I know where you could find more of that web, I think it was left to goad you into following those that killed the girl. That stuff grows in caverns and the only caverns I know of around here, in the Dock Ward, are... Skullport."
Upon hearing those words, Miltiades eyes bore into Jarish's and grew grim.

8 comments:

James said...

Awesome post Rob.

(Chadwick) Yes- poor Carmen, she had a penchant for overstepping her boundaries.

There are many rumors about why she was heading to Baldur's Gate. But what I know is that she was hired to appear to the Grand Duke and the Baldurian Parliament as proclaimer for One Thousand Trade Kings.

James said...

The Disk:

Blood Notes: Tokens, scrolls, letters, or other carvings representing IOUs and promissory notes from the listed person to the holder of the note. Blood notes can be made by individuals, adventuring companies, or countries and cities to coverdebts, and should the debtor still be around, they are legally obligated to pay when it is presented. Blood notes from individuals who are no longer alive are not binding. About 20% of the blood notes found among treasure are still collectable, with one 100 gp value for every ‘other money’ unit found (if 10 ‘units’ of other coinage were found and proved to be a blood note, it would be a blood note worth 1,000 gp). Locating the debtor and convincing him to pay up is left to the individuals involved.

robm1171 said...

Bordane: This Carmen was hired by the Cassalanters to proclaim FOR the One Thousand Trade Kings?? Mayhaps we need to be wary of our Cassalanter Company-mates...

robm1171 said...

Bordane: This Carmen was hired by the Cassalanters to proclaim FOR the One Thousand Trade Kings?? Mayhaps we need to be wary of our Cassalanter Company-mates...

James said...

(Chadwick) Not as an employee exactly, but as a liaison of sorts- like how Basilius Blackthorn was the spokesman for Trade Kings in Waterdeep. So was Carmen for Baldur's Gate.

Gordzilla said...

Damian would love to eventually go to Skullport.

robm1171 said...

"you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villiany. We must be careful"

robm1171 said...

Yes, but was she speaking FOR the Cassalanters, or were they just hired to bring the One Thousand Trade Kings to the Gate?