3rd Donard, Cinten, 605 AR.
It took another two weeks to travel the remainder of the Dragons Tongue and reach Five Fingers. The party came on two seperate boats. Along the way they had made friends with some new people, adventurers like themselves. There was a strongheahded Paladin of Menoth, who argued repeatedly with the Cleric of Morrow. Also accompanying them was a female Elf, Aoima. A rare breed indeed in these parts, though it was said several hundred called Five Fingers home. The Elf, with her piercing stare, certainly made an impression upon Thalan, who from his first meeting could never look her in the eye again. The profits of their last little escapade were certainly going to pay here, the Orgoth armour and items that they had managed to recover from the ruins had been sold ot various collectors, this resulted in the party beinga fre thousand crowns up. Thalan however had decided to keep his rather nice sword in exchange for his share of the loot. The party landed in Dockgrav.
Upon arriving in the city the party soon split up and started haeding off in their various groups. Sam Vimes went and found a nearby bar and started gathering information on the new city. Of the others, indeed almost immediately, the Cleric of Morrow and Thrawcheld were relieved of their heavy wallets by some friendlt local thieves. This too was tried upon Gaunt, but the didnt really take to it, and quickly sent the ragamuffins on their way. One of the new companions that had joined the assorted mob of adventurers was a paladin of Mentoh, going by the name of Victor Darkmantle. Five fingers however was not really to his liking, their was eveil everywhere, so he decided that something should be done about it. He set straight out for the City Watch Barraks and applied for the post of watchan. Thalan, Gaunt and Tok however went to find some sort of accomodation, dreams of setting up a small shop in their minds. Prices here were expensive though. Eventually they managed to find a couple of rooms, located on the fourth floor of a building on Doleth Island. Sam in the mean time had leartn much about the city. He was determined to get in on some of the action that the crimnal wrold offered. He soon found a section of the city that was run by a gang, working for Captain Hurley. Entering their bar, The Leakey Bucket, he bought a few drinks for the patrons, whose gang colours were a light green. Here he met their leader, an affable gentleman with an eyepatch by the name of Walter Schenk. The beer was cheap and the company was good, Sam had found his niche. The peace was not to last. Gunshots were heard outside. Dashing from the the pub the gang, with Sam in tow immediately began to do battle with men, who appeared to be wearing a lot of red. Sam fired of a few shots, injuring one and most certainyl killing another, however a blow to the back of his head soon threw everything into darkenss. He awoke some hours later in a room with a couple of other men, bandaged like himself. Walther entered and thanked him for his work, he too and a few bruises and cuts. Walter asked Sam to join his gang, The Shankers, Sam agreed.
Victors attempts to join the watch were not going well, he filled out their forms and waited for several days, but evberytime he came back to enquire he was fobbed off. Finally after a week he recieved a flat refusal to allow him into the watch, Disheartened he left. To pay his way he had taken up emplyment as a labourer in a factory. It was certainyl good exercise even if the pay was bad. If the watch wouldnt have him then perhaps somebody else would. Asking about town he soon found that various companies were intrested hiring extra security for theri buildings and operations. Soon enough Victor was being paid to act as a nightwatchman. It was while enjoying some ale after work that he bumped into Sam in a pub. Reaquainting himself with his od travelling partner they began to talk. Soon Victor was helping some of Sma new found friends protect a small Wharehouse in the Rivergrav area.
The Cleric of Morrow had gone to find the Cathedral. What he saw was indeed shocking and disheatening. Morrow was albut ignored and the Cathedral was in a very bad state. Certainyl he would have his work cut out for him doing Morrows work in this hive of scum and villainy. Meeting with the Prelate he soon discovered the situation of the Church of Morrow in the city. Rooms were offered for his use while he was resident in the city. He immedieately got to work on helping to clear up some of the grafitti and danage caused by gangs and Thamarites to the once beautiful building of worship. He also set up a small stall out front of the cathedral selling potions, curatives and other items to the people of the city, offereing to cure the sick and destitue for free. What profit he made he handed over to the Prelate to help the cause of Morrow in Five Fingers. Ogrim when he arrive in the city eventually found him there. The Clerics teachings had so inspired him that he wanted to hear more and help do Morrows work in the city. As there were no rooms suitable in the Cathedral a tent was assemebled within its grounds. So long as he assited in the repar and mainatnce of the Cathedral he was permitted to live there free.
Gaunt, Thalan, Tok, Thrawcheld the Druid and a Kossite Scout that they had met on their trip down the Dragons Tongue, were seeking employemnt of their own. Tok from information he had leartn from the neighbours, decided that he was going to try and help supply the worker of Bellicose Island with water, at a price of course, for water was in short supply in the city. With the aid of the Druids magic a large supply of water was created inside a barrel and standing on the corner of a street nearby to several foundries Tok attempted to sell his wares. Things did not go well, depsite his cheap price of 1 silver for a large glass of water, nobody wished to buy. He dropped the price to 5 copper but stil there were very frew takers. After several hours a well dressed badling man in a suit came out. He asked him if he was new in Five Fingers, Tok said that he was. Ah said the man, thats what he thought. He then proceeed to inform the gobber that though water was lacking in the city, that readily available, tastier and cheaper beer was not. He then boguh a mug of Toks water and bid him a good day. Tok stumped for the moment returned to his shared apartments.
The Druid in this period quickly found the few public gardens and parks in the city. Realising that the topography and geology of the city was not ideal for the growing of plants, he set out ot improve what he could. He began to sculpt and landscape and do all he possibly could to help the garden grow. His efforts would take time but it would be worth it. He began to give a series of lectures and infrom the passing nobility and rich patrons of the area of the different types of plants and what could be donw with them. He soon gathered a small follwoing of scholars and intested persons who would come to listen to him.
Gaunt spent many days designing and improving hios idea for the Zappo lighter. Finally he came up with a wrking prototype. It would be this item he hoped that would mark him on the map. He began to put some feelers out, trying to spread the word of his new invention and trying to gather some intrest from patrons who might wish to invest. He was soon attracted to the fighting pits of Chasers Island, there he found mechanikal aswell as the regular types of blood sport. In one arena he offered his services to a team who wrere trying to repair their small labourjack for the next fight. Offering his advice to the new and inexperianced team he whipped out his handy tool kit and made a few adjustemtns and changes. It payed off and in the next fight the jack won, winning him and Thalan a few hundered gold pieces. The owber of the team was impressed and direcetd him to a gentleman, a Mr. Sebastain Kaydor, a businessman and socialite in the city. Approaching him Guant introduced himself and informed Mr Kaydor of his services. An appointment was made with Mr Kaydor for the follwing day at 2.00 pm.
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
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Waldren was fine with the Elf. It was Thalan who was terrified of her... they can kill you by looking at you, it's true! He heard it from another soldier!
Actually no, Waldren was terrified shitless by me, I rolled a 19 before adding my modifer. MWHAHA.
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