What’s Your Business Here?!

Feldard grumped at the sight of the place, mumbling to himself about the ‘seedy area’ and ‘getting jumped for the few coin in your pouch’.

The dwarf noticed the stevedores and headed that way. Stephan watched Ludo disappear and felt a bit of consternation and not being able to back him up should the rogue run into trouble. He caught up the Feldard’s decisive gait to the stevedores.

One took notice of the dwarf and his companions, and immediately pointed them out to the others. They quickly abandoned their work and started to move towards Feldard, spreading out. Some looked at him, and others looked back towards the Crossed Swords, craning their necks to see what the others were up to.

The dwarf nodding in greeting to the one that looked to be in charge. “Afternoon. Any chance you or one of your men might have seen a fellow in yellow robes recently?”

“What’s your business here, dwarf?” he asked. He was aggressive in tone, but made no threatening movements and was unarmed.

Stephan smiled trying to not alarm the loaders and match Feldard’s seemingly cordial mood. He was, nonetheless, on edge, watching the surroundings.

Others in the group fanned out and walked around Feldard toward the building. “You over there,” they shouted. “What are you doing back there?”

Hasan held back, with Maruc and Miklos, the threesome watching from the nearby corner. Hasan explained, gesturing wildly, “Watch them, Maruc, and tell me what is happening. But maybe we can show less than our full strength.” The cleric nodded, and swung his arms in a huge arc to the east, nearly knocking a shambing drunk to his feet. He carefully sent the man on his way with Halav’s sincerest blessings, as Miklos observed, “once more, with gusto, master dramatist!”

As Ludo slipped around the back of the Inn he noticed the forlorn state in which the building was in. He felt in his bones that Golthar was not here. He quietly approached the back of the building and peeked into the courtyard beyond, it was empty with no sign of any recent activity. He heard the sound of the stevedores shouting at his friends. The windows were thoroughly boarded shut. The wood was strong and unweathered, and the nails were unrusted, in contrast to the rest of the building.

Pulling out a small crowbar, he started to work on loosening the boards. This would take some time.



Filed under D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, rpg

6 responses to “What’s Your Business Here?!

  1. 3:22pm, Gromdain, the 7th of Felmont, 1001AC
    Partly cloudy, windy

    Feldard: 10xp+5xp
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp
    Stephan: 10xp
    Ludo: 10xp+10xp

    Maruc: 24,705/48000
    Miklos: 24,585/40000
    Feldard: 24,975/34000
    Hasan: 24,060/32000
    Stephan: 24,035/32000
    Ludo: 23,560/40,000

  2. Ludo

    Ludo stopped working – this would take some time. He heard some voices shouting from the front of the Inn. Hasan and Stepehn should be ok, he thought, still it wouldn’t hurt to check up on them. He slipped back into the shadows, and clambered over a wall which seperated the Inns backyard to a neighbouring building. Drawing a dagger and staying in the shadows he made his way back to the street and came up behind a group of men that seemed to be surrounding Feldard. Oh my goodness this is dangerous he thought, the poor fools, dont they realise that Feldard doesnt like being threatened.

  3. At the stevedores movements to surround him, Feldard took a solid stance. “I have no quarrel with you and your men. Think before you act rashly.” The dwarfs arms crossed as he spoke. “I seek a man in yellow robes. Have you seen the man or not?”

  4. Stephan

    Stephan maneuvered to give Feldard some space should that ax–or whatever weapon he could muster–come out. He also practiced his battle breathing to ready his nerves and sinew for a fight. This had a calming effect on him–banishing any inkling of panic and providing clarity in an otherwise chaotic melee.

    Stephan leveled his eyes with one of the bruter-looking stevedores. He could feels his confidence welling and expected that the man could see it in his eyes. ‘These pathetic dock workers don’t know what a real fight is. Or what I can do with a blade in my hands.’, he thought to himself.

    His gaze fixed on another of the stevedores. This time, the subject of his stare was clearly shaky. The youngish man could not lock eyes with Stephan and shot nervous glances to his mates.

    But Stephan kept a battle eye on Feldard so that if things got rowdy, the two would be well positioned to back each other up.

  5. Feldard

    (What manner of weapons might the stevedores have at hand or are they empty handed like the dwarf?)

  6. dirk joldersma

    “They have surrounded Feldard,” hissed Miklos.
    “We need to wait,” said Maruc, calmly. But the cleric’s pale face fell as he saw Hasan’s eye’s close, hands beginning to shape confident glyphs in the space surrounding the elf. With a final, soft utterance — “Ichasa” — the elf released the gathered forces toward the group surrounding Feldard. Mikos clucked, as he saw he saw men crumple.

    (Hasan casts a sleep spell.)

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