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Post by Game Master on Mar 17, 2008 2:23:40 GMT -5
Lilien walked into Garrotten from the South road. She had heard that gold had been discovered in this boarder town and figured she could make some good coin off of other peoples labors. Even a two foot gnome such as her self could blend in easily enough with so many new faces in town. First she had to find the guild. All towns big and small had a thieves guild even if it was just a couple of cut purses working together. They were not always easy to find however so she scouted Garrotten out for a good fence first. Sure enough Jutton Silversmith the dwarven owner of Cutting Edge Jewelry shoppe looked like a promising candidate. Her last job scored her some nice jewelry pieces so she used them as a reason to talk with him. While haggling over the sale price of her most recent acquisitions Lilien used a few tell-tale symbols of sign language to see if she could get a reaction from the jolly, dwarf. Lilien didn't know a lot of the silent language and most people who knew it at all like she did focused on symbols commonly used in their professions. Soldiers for instance probably knew the hand gestures for 'fall back', 'hold your ground', 'flank', 'double time' etc. etc. while she had no idea what any of those were. She did know the hand sign for 'fence' however and not the kind that kept animals penned up. She was betting that if Jutton was indeed a fence then it would be the single sign he was sure to know. If he wasn't then the failed communication would just look as if she was fussing with her hair.
Sure enough after signing the word fence four times during the negotiation and settling on 250 Gold Crowns for her stolen jewelry and a mechanical looking statue he communicated back. "Buying or selling"
Here was her chance to negotiate a meeting with the Local thieves Guild. She learned years ago that an unannounced thief could get herself killed in a new territory.
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Post by Game Master on Mar 20, 2008 1:57:37 GMT -5
Lilien looked around and saw the shoppe was deserted except for the two of them. She put on her best porcelain doll smile and got to work. "Honestly Master Jutton I just sold you all I have at the moment. May I assume then that if I brought you more items of...unusual origin you would be willing to deal with me discreetly?" The jewel smith nodded once in response. Perfect she thought. He was definitely a fence and that meant that he had contacts and dealings with the thieves guild. She had to reach them to inform them she was in their territory.
"Was there anything else I could do for you today my lady?" he inquired.
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Post by manicpixie on Mar 21, 2008 22:31:42 GMT -5
Feeling confident in her judgements so far Lilien simply stated "I know there is not much peace in this business, but a point in the right direction so that I might be able to keep the peace during my stay would be greatly appreciated."
She made sure to keep the porcelain doll smile and ad the innocent eyes to the mix in hopes that he might find a way to trust her in the best way a man could trust a thief.
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Post by Game Master on Mar 23, 2008 2:27:23 GMT -5
The dwarfen merchant stroked his beard. "Aw you seem harmless enough. Follow me." Jutton lead her deeper into his store and deeper meant underground. His jewelry shoppe was just an entrance to what appeared to be a labyrinth of tunnels. Lilien tried to keep herself oriented but Jutton continued to distract her with small talk about his family, the unusually hot spring air and word of river pirates. He was also walking very briskly making many turns. She was almost certain that they had even double backed a couple of times. Why, she did believe that Jutton was trying to get her lost. Well that just wasn't going to happen. Or would it. she fretted. Had they been down this tunnel before?
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Post by manicpixie on Mar 23, 2008 2:40:39 GMT -5
"Pardon my interruption, but i do feel that I have entered into a bit of deja-vu." Lilien stated as politley and patiently as her nerves would allow at this point.
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Post by Game Master on Mar 23, 2008 3:20:11 GMT -5
"Aww, never you mind pretty Lady. These tunnels all look alike if you don't know them. It's sort of the point in all honesty. I could navigate them blind folded walking back-wards to be sure." Jutton assured her. There was no lights down here as both dwarf and gnome had ample night vision to navigate by. She'd hate to be a human wandering around down here without a torch or lantern.
Abruptly the two came to a small niche in the wall containing an iron rung latter leading up ten feet or so to a trap door. "This is where I'll be leaving you lass. The password is Night runner. The fellow you'll be wish'en to see goes by the name of 'Goodheart'. Don't let the name fool you. He ain't black hearted but, he's no saint either. Best be careful. Oh, and if you ever need a place to lay low, come see me." With that the jewelry smith turned and headed back down the tunnel.
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Post by manicpixie on Mar 24, 2008 0:35:36 GMT -5
"Thanks." Lilien said towards the dwarf hoping she sounded at least semi-appreciative. Then to herself she stated blandly, "Well I guess I have to figure out the rest myself."
With that, and looking ahead to see only more tunnel and knowing to go back would probably mean to get more lost than she felt already, Lilien decidded to check for traps upon and around this ladder and trap door that the dwarf left her by.
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Post by manicpixie on Mar 24, 2008 0:42:03 GMT -5
Not noticing anything unusual about the ladder and door, Lilien decided to go on up.
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Post by Game Master on Mar 24, 2008 0:55:26 GMT -5
Almost expecting the door to be locked and preparing herself to shout the password through the door to whom ever awaited on the other side she was pleasantly pleased to feel it lift as soon as she grasped the iron ring. Her joy evaporated quickly however when she realized that the door was opening on it's own without any strength being applied by her diminutive frame. The door lifted so quickly and suddenly she let out a tiny squeak as she tumbled up and out still grasping the iron ring. Letting go just as the door thumped to the ground she continued to roll until she was face down so she could push herself up to her feet ending in a semi-crouch. The whole time this was happening she heard another persons voice, most likely the person who opened the door. "Ahhhh! We got rats again!"
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Post by manicpixie on Mar 24, 2008 1:07:58 GMT -5
Never appreciating being demeaned because of her size, in any way shape or form, for any reason, Lilien was immediately offended. Not paying much attention to who she was talking to or what, for that matter, she stood up straight and trying very hard to hold her composure and keep her patience, she said, "Excuse me, but the last time I checked, I am not a rat."
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Post by Game Master on Mar 24, 2008 1:29:00 GMT -5
"Oh!" replied the gravely voice. then, much louder "False alarm. It's just a gnome that sounded like a rat."
Lilien was able to make a cursory glance at her surroundings now. The room was a good ten by ten feet square, made of stone and dimly lit by an oil lantern hanging on a hook by the only door. The door was of an interior wooden design and didn't appear barred. Just behind her and to the left she could make out two wine barrels with her peripheral vision. On the wall to her left was a rack full of wine bottles and to the right, various gadgets and tools associated with wine as well.
"You better know the password little lady or I'll feed you to some real rats. They grow as big as you around these parts."
The human male was brandishing a light mace with a few wicked looking nails protruding from the iron ball. He was dressed somewhat shabbily in Soft leathers that were stained and cracking in places. A dark gray, cotton laced shirt was worn underneath as well as dark britches also stained. Only his soft soled boots were of any quality and even they were old.
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Post by manicpixie on Mar 24, 2008 23:53:57 GMT -5
Lilien, a little bit calmer than a minute ago, said with her usual 'I am not afraid of you' attitude, "The password is Night runner and do you think i would have dared coming up this way if I didn't know that? I am here to speak with Goodheart."
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Post by Game Master on Mar 27, 2008 1:49:01 GMT -5
the grungy looking fellow scratched his unshaven face while lowering the mace slightly. "Well....alright I guess. Best be leavin' any weapons here though, until we get this straightened out." The man closed the trap door while keeping his eyes on Lilien. He still brandished the mace defensively.
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Post by manicpixie on Mar 29, 2008 21:08:11 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know the procedure.... I suppose... If I really must.... Whatever, here." She reluctantly set down in front of her, her daggers and her axes. It never made her happy to leave her weapons anywhere and this was not a crowd to be trusted, but at the same time, Lilien new that some of her items that weren't weapons could be used as such, if need be.
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Post by Game Master on Mar 29, 2008 23:41:20 GMT -5
The man seemed to feel a lot better with Lilien's cooperation. "Thats right. Now head through that door and take a left. You try anything and I'll brain you. You got me?"
Lilien just nodded. His type wasn't worth the effort. The wine cellar door opened up into a hall leading both left and right. The right side ended with another door just a few feet away. Lilien walked left as ordered. It lead to an even larger cellar but this one was of the regular variety, lighted with three oil lamps and housing food stuffs. It was outfitted with a few dozen well made chairs seated around three tables of equal quality. One of the chairs was occupied by an elf who appeared to be dozing.
"Get up Loots! This little lady wants to see Goodheart." Mace barked.
The elf looked up lazily from his nap and eyed the human wearily.
"So what Wottle?"
"So. She knew the password. That's what. Go get the Boss. I'll watch her." Wottle replied with obvious irritation in his gravely voice. He rested the mace on his shoulder.
The elf, Loots reluctantly got up from his seat and headed up a stairway at the far side of the cellar with only a glance at Lilien. He was pretty, even for an elf. Slender build, with light blue saucer shaped eyes, like looking into pools of water. His long, flowing, sandy blonde hair was tied back with a leather thong into a pony tail showing off his little pointed ears. He climbed the stairs without a sound and with the grace of a cat.
Alone once more, Wottle stared at Lilien. "Soo. Whats your story?" He asked curiously with all traces of gruffness gone.
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