The Captain's description of the road proves accurate, and no further incidents delay the party on their slow, hot trudge back to town.
The shadows are lengthening and the Western sky is stained a vivid shade of red by the time our heroes climb to the top of a rise to look down once more on the bustling sprawl of Kendor spreading out below them to the gently-rippling waters of the bay. The evening is coming on apace, lamps are being kindled in windows and the town prepares itself for nightfall.
Kendor awaits. Your intentions, please.
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"Well there she is" says Nebless. "We should camp just outside the walls tonight and head in tomorrow to make the rounds of the blacksmiths and armorers to get the best price for this stuff. Also I'll be able to hit up the jewelers and fences I know for the best price on these stones we got from that sea-monster."
"If we try to do any of that tonight, we'll get the short shift as no one will want to bargain while closing up for the night."
"Why don't we try The Dragon's Eye again?" Banoc suggests. "It seemed to be a respectable enough place. We might be able to afford a spot in the common area. I'd rather not get rousted from my sleep by the watch."
Post by ProfGremlin on Jul 9, 2013 23:08:49 GMT -5
Outside the walls of Kendor...
Flick looks down upon Kendor from the hilltop where he sits once again on Banoc's shoulder. Lanterns kindle in the windows reminding the young faerie of fireflies awakening to the advent of twilight. The magnificent sunset bathes the scene below with rose tint temporarily casting a spell to beguile the onlooker. The wizard listens to the discussion as to their lodgings, or lack thereof, for the night. His ears perk up a the mention of the Dragon's Eye.
"Yes," he agrees enthusiastically, "They were nice to me and Mother Aich was particularly kind. The whole establishment seemed to welcome us beyond simply our ability to pay. There was no tension unlike that at the Plough and Maiden. Perhaps Mother Aich would be willing to accept another faerie blessing or two for services rendered?" Flick's head snaps up as a thought occurs to him, "Oh! and I might find the dog again. I could certainly use a porter for my herbs and simples."
The little wizard looks over to Finnegan, "Finnegan, is your offer to shelter in your pack while we traverse these streets still open? I'd lief rather avoid such miscreants who can only see my value in the gold they could obtain for my wings." An uncontrollable shudder slips down Flicks' spine at the thought.
"Hmmmm......I usually save my earnings by staying with a buddy, so I'm not that sure. A nice veal sandwitch would do the trick right now, though," Finnegan remarks as he takes a look about,"but I think we should all be on our guard right now. Those thugs before might have had family or friends, and I know you humans are always so keen on revenge." Finnegan hears Flick's question, and answers quickly with a yes, adding that,"Well we don't really want to attract attention, now do we? Hop in."
As usual, Master Ho is not very much interested in the conversation about the practical details of where they are going to sleep tonight. The last words of Finnegan makes him raise his eye brow though, and he looks around discreetly. While making himself aware of his immediate environment, he tries to see if he recognizes someone -- or something -- he met during the party recent little trip.
O.O.C: For folks' information, Kendor is actually un-walled, bar the sea wall protecting the harbour. The Empire's initial advance inland was rapid and the main fortified line of defence lies along the River Conqueror to the North. There has been talk of a town wall sporadically over the years, but to date neither the Emperor nor the Lord of the Marches appears willing to commit the gold necessary to achieve this...
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The company pass into town, heading for The Dragon's Eye.
They walk along Castle Street, now largely deserted, only the occasional home-hurrying commoner, hopeful beggar watching with hungry eyes or softly-stalking alley cat are present to mark our heroes' passing, and their numbers diminish as the night draws in.
You are passing through the Eastern Quarter - the poorer side of town, once the hub and home of sailors and navvies building the sea wall, but now largely a neglected, sprawling web of alleyways where rats run freely while men avoid the shadows, keeping one hand on their purse and the other on their sword-hilt.
"'Long as we stay on the main road we'll be all right," Nebless assures his companions blithely, licking his dry lips at the thought of ale to come.
But what's this? Suddenly, off to your right, a scuffle and a shout from the shadows, followed by the sudden sound of running feet!
The company's hands fly to their weapon-hilts as a dark-attired figure sprints from the mouth of an alley at full tilt, nearly colliding with Banoc as it does so. The rogue has a glimpse of short-cropped dark hair, wide, panic-filled blue eyes and a white-knuckled hand gripped tightly around the hilt of a short sword, then the girl is racing past him, heading for another alley on the far side of the street.
BAMPF!! The fugitive draws up short as a diminutive female figure, similarly attired in dark clothing, but with a shock of bright red hair that is vibrant even in the rapidly-encroaching twilight, pops into existence in front of her in a way you have all seen before, although this woman is a stranger to you. She holds a nasty-looking, blood-stained dagger in one hand and beckons frantically to the fleeing girl with the other.
"They're close on us! Pass it and I'll get it clear!"
The human girl looks frantic; "But Serron - "
"Can't help him, darlin' - only ourselves! Quick, now! You know the meet! Make for it! I'll draw 'em off!!"
The girl hesitates for a mere heartbeat, then throws a small, oilskin-wrapped package to the leprechaun woman, who snatches it dextrously from the air and - BAMPF! - vanishes into nothing in an instant. The human girl throws a frightened look back over her shoulder at our assembled heroes, then bolts into the blackness of the Southern alleys.
You have barely taken this in when you hear the sound of more footsteps from the North, but staggering this time, laboured, accompanied by a ghastly choking sound. A man staggers into view his hands flailing wildly about his head. He is enveloped in a cloud of black smoke... Gods is he on fire..?
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