Chapter 1: Entering Khazan, Part 3   Leave a comment

Turn 1:  Mensa ben Samuel

When Mensa saw the guards attacking him, he dropped to the ground and covered his hear with his arms.  Joruk managed to pull the halbard so it didn’t hit him.   “Take this Dwarf to gaol at the staion house,” he commanded.  The two  uruks that had been rushing to help him put away their maces and grabbed Mensa, jerking him to his feet and roughly marching him away.  At least this got him into the city.

“Hey! HEY!” shouted Mensa, as he was being dragged away. “Just want food! Aw, fer Zweet’s sake, wha’d I do wrong NOW?!” Muttering under his breath, “Should’a stayed in the mines!”

The guards hustled Mensa off to the Watch station on Wolf Street as fast as they could.  They threw him in one of the tiny holding cells near the door, and hustled back out, heading back down to the gates.

A few minutes after he was incarcerated the big human barbarian entered the watch house.

Turn 2:  Wulf

Wulf stood in the  shade near the gate and looked about sizing up the area. He found a watering trough for animals near the gate, and washed a little of the road dust off his armor and shield. Then, after a drink from his wineskin and a handfull of rations from his pack, he decided to go check out the Watch Building. He went to the door and asked the guard there if he could see the captain and mentioned the gate guard, Joruk’s, name.  As he entered he noticed the Dwarf who had caused the disturbance at the gate sitting in a holding cell.  The guards were apparently not very worried about him, as they hadn’t even bothered to disarm him.  Wulf noticed the Dwarf looked kind of glum, and he overheard him muttering about wanting something to eat.

A guard came out and told Wulf that the Captain would see him in a little while, and that he should wait.  “Help yourself to a flagon of ale.  It’s warm and tastes like piss, but it’s free,” said the human who was carrying messages.

Turn 2: Perry Stoika

Perry bowed briefly to the old apple seller, tossing him a copper piece. He grabbed an apple and bit into it, thinking that human society should not be judged by the uruk at the gate. He slipped seamlessly into the milling throng, massaging his throbbing cheek, and kept his ears open for any news that might lead him to his father, to some sort of temporary work or just for gossip about recent events in the city. He was alert for pickpockets as his elf-mother had warned him that a city would not be like a stroll in the woods. He was glad to know where the human quarter was and headed off to the left with hope in his heart.

Perry wondered how he would go about finding information about his father.  All he really knew was the man’s name–Komo–and that he had been a hunter in his youth, and that he came to Khazan for some reason.  He thought that it would be hopeless to just start asking questions, but that maybe a wizard of a higher level could help him.  Maybe such a wizard could help him learn a few spells also.  He decided to seek out human and elvish wizards, and see if he could get any help that way.  As he came into a part of the city where the streets were mostly full of humans, Perry noticed two shops at about the same time.  One showed a crystal ball on a painted sign–with words that read: Madame Zolgah, sees all, learns all, tells all–for a price!  The other was clearly a tavern with a sign proclaiming it was the Black Dog Guesthouse.  The two establishments were just across the street from each other.  And coming toward him was the most beautiful human girl Perry had ever seen.

Turn 2: Weslyn Janoum

Wesylnn found herself following Wulf to the guard station, wondering if she should have gotten an apple to eat from that peddler, or perhaps, she should have eaten the peddler. She was so new at this whole monstrosity of the night gig, it was  not like it came with an explanatory pamphlet. She quickened her pace slightly, smiling at Wulf as she came abreast of him on the street. She had always been more of a cat person before, but now she found herself with a new strange empathy for such creatures of the night that were captive on leashes at the gates, and equally intrigued by this stranger’s gift for dealing with them.  She took a moment to appraise him, as they walk, not realizing that her neutrally polite small smile for strangers had become ever so slightly feral.  Wulf was focussed on his destination and hadn’t really noticed her.  Just when she was about to speak, someone tapped her on the shoulder.

Turn 2: Lumlas

Lumlas sprinted up the hill to catch up with the human woman who had gone through the gate before her. Once she had done so, she tapped her on the shoulder and introduced herself, “I hope you don’t mind but I heard you talking to the guard at the gate. My name is Lumlas and I’ve come to Khazan to find adventure. What more noble adventure could there be than coming to a fellow traveller’s aid? I’m a pretty fair sorceress and I’m sure I could help you find your stolen property. Besides, this looks like a town where two women should band together and look out for one another. What do you say? May I join you? I even have enough coins to pay for a meal and a bed for us for the night.” Once again Lumlas tried her best winning smile but this time her expression was one of sincerity.

Turn 2: Weslyn

Snapped out of her speculative gazing at the young man in front of her, Weslynn almost paused as she walked along, turning slightly to face the voice from behind.

“Ah, greetings, Lumias. You indeed did hear correct. I am a merchant, of wines mostly, and three nights ago, my crates of wine were stolen from supposedly secure storage. This is where I was bound to sell it, so I am guessing the thief will have taken it here as well.”

She then gestured past Wulf, up the street to the Watch Station.

” I am headed to the Watch Station to report the crime, to have them on the lookout for ne’er do wells with crates of our family wine, and then to the Vintener’s portion of the Great Market to spread the word there. I hope to find aid for my terrible situation.”

She then turned more, stopping, to look at the young frame of Lumlas. “Have you never been to Khazan before? It is indeed a place for women – or anyone new I’d hazard – to stick togather. I have done buisiness here many a time, and know the merchant quarters, at least, fairly well.”

She glanced at Lumlas’ purse, unconsciously, “I normally would be here with guards and caravan guards, and we would take our shipment to the Market for sale. I still don’t know what happened to the guards, last I saw them was the night of the theft.” She sighed, obviously annoyed.

Weslynn was clearly under stress, more than a bit frazzled, and seemed somewhat eager to share her troubles.

She brightened, “Why don’t you stick with me this morning, and after I am done with the Guard and the Market, I can show you around a bit, and one of the guards has  asked  me out for drinks come noon, so why don’t we do that, I’m sure he won’t object to twice the attention from the womenfolk,  get from him the low-down on what’s going on in the city, with the lockdown, we can get to know each other a bit as well, in the afternoon I’ll give you the 10 copper tour of Khazen, and find a nice inn along the way?”

She glanced up the road and saw the big barbarian enter the Watch station.

Turn 2:  Algris Srog

Algris looked at the commotion behind him, then transferred three coppers from his coin purse into his left hand. With his right hand he pulled the apple vendor to his feet and once the old man was standing steady, Algris handed him the coppers. “Three, please,” he said, and opened his sack, looking only at the man’s face, not the vendor’s selection of apples.
Afterwards, Algris nodded farewell, and headed–more precisely, lumbered, as befitting a man of his size and natural celerity–toward the watch station to inquire about the wizard killings.  On the way he passed two attractive women talking to each other.  He noticed that they had been in the line just ahead of him at the gate.  He sensed magic from both of them, and took a moment to work it out.  “Ah, yes, the Elf woman was a wizardess–so many Elves were.  Magic seemed to come easy to them.  He guessed she was not as young as she looked.  The human seemed to be under some kind of curse–there was just the slightest taint of malevolence about her.  Still, it was none of his business.  On the other hand, the Elf was attractive, and it might be his duty to warn her about the wizard slayings.  He hesitated, and he did so, he saw them turn and walk together toward the Watch station.  Ah, then they all had a common destination.  He could catch up with them later.  If he knew anything about how the Watchmen of any city operated, it was that they always made you wait.  Giving the ladies a ten pace headstart, he resumed his journey behind them.



Posted May 5, 2012 by atroll in Uncategorized

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