Adventure Took Place on January 10, 2000
Vulcuran is just heading to bed after a long night, only to find a bottle of fine brandy in his bed, with a note “enjoy,” presumably from his hooded foes he just tangled with.
Vulcuran: Stare at the bottle. Shake my head. Uncork it, take a sniff.
DMaster: Smells amazing.
Vulcuran: Take a slug. Cork it, put it on the table and go to bed.
DMaster: You lay down, thoughts dancing around in your head, you were just about asleep, when you thought you heard faint voices and scuffling of feet out in the hallway.
Vulcuran: Get up and go check, try to be as quiet as possible.
DMaster: You open the door softly and slowly, by the time you have done that; the voices stop, no more footsteps. You think someone was going to their room.
Vulcuran: Awfully late for that, but whatever. Lay back down.
DMaster: The shot of Brandy really helped. You slowly fall asleep.
Tuskalay (Tuesday) 7:00 AM
DMaster: CRY: 7:00 AM, time to wake. Tuskalay and its chilly out with a bite of a breeze. Could see a flurry if it gets any colder.
Vulcuran: Great, mumble. Cold. Get up and do my usual morning routine.
DMaster: You are in your room right now, finishing buttoning up your shirt. A knock on your door.
Vulcuran: Answer it.
DMaster: Vatikus is standing there, a little nervous.
VAT: M’Lord, there is an unscheduled meeting in the conference room. Your presence is requested.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Thank you Vatikus, tell them I will be there in a moment.
Close the door, finish getting ready. Then head to the conference room.
DMaster: You are at the door and Vatikus is just leaving the room, closing the door.
VAT: They await you, sire.
Vulcuran: Nod to him and go in.
DMaster: Heading into the room, you glance around to see; The King, Marcus, Damon, Thames, Carol and Plugr. There are also a few scribes standing around as well, taking notes. But next to the King, sitting in a comfy chair is Nanny Dillingham. She looks tired, stressed and a bit fidgety. Nanny is almost always impeccably dressed. Her medium blonde hair pulled back, a white dress with some jewelry on. Her soft brown eyes either look through you or could be part of her seduction. She came from privilege and set her self up to be one of the richest people in the realm. With that comes visibility, everyone knows her name, and knows what she looks like.
Vulcuran: VUL: Sorry for the interruption. I will take my seat.
Walk over to an empty chair and sit.
DMaster: JER: Thank you for getting here so quick Vulcuran. We are here because of the recent attack on Nanny and her assets.
He looks at her and puts out his hand for her to talk.
NAN: Thank you Jer… err, I mean my King.
She blushes a little as she stands. She is maybe 5’2″ and weighs no more than 100 pounds. Perfect outfit, but her demeanor and mannerisms exude a powerful person, with something to say that everyone should listen too.
Vulcuran: Keep my eyes trained on her, listen to her.
DMaster: NAN: A week ago, there was an attempt on my life, a few days later another one. To say I don’t feel safe in the city I love, is a vast understatement. With the break-in to my Jewelry shop, I am even more worried, not only for me but my customers. Now I am told that my “death” is not what they are aiming for. They are looking for “something.” But if that is the case, why bother trying to kill me?
The King puts his hand on her arm and nods to you.
JER: Vulcuran?
Vulcuran: Nothing like throwing me a curveball when I am barely awake…
VUL: Nanny, I am sorry for what you are going through… but, I agree, I do not think an assassination was their main goal. Any Assassin worth their weight, would of finished the job correctly.
Cringe a little when I say that, knowing it was a bit much.
DMaster: She leans back a bit, eyes big, giving you one hell of a look.
JER: Vulcuran…
Nanny turns to him, with a bit of a scolding look.
NAN: No, I need the truth, whether I want to hear it or not
She then turns back to you, nods her head to continue.
Vulcuran: Nod back to her.
VUL: I have come up with the conclusion, some one is trying to intimidate you. What I am still trying to figure out; is it because of your second bank, or the “something” these people are looking for?
Give her a raised eyebrow look.
DMaster: She is quiet, fidgeting with her long necklace, as though she is in deep thought. The room is quiet.
Vulcuran: VUL: We should do a good sweep of your jewelry shop and vault to see if anything was taken.
DMaster: Nanny stands there, shakes her head.
NAN: Besides a few gold pieces that are probably under a counter, there was nothing taken.
She then looks back up to you.
Vulcuran: VUL: Then, if I may be so bold, is there anything you have, in your possession, Jewelry vault or not, that someone would go to all this trouble to get?
Keep looking at her.
DMaster: She takes a deep breath, shakes her head.
NAN: They could of taken priceless necklaces, rings of unbelievable worth and I am not even going to talk about the diamonds.
Vulcuran: VUL: Then is there something you have that is priceless but not defined by a gold piece?
DMaster: She gives you a tilt of her head, and an odd confused look.
Vulcuran: VUL: Something that is unique, maybe has some unusual qualities, possibly something that could of been handed down generation to generation, and someone wants it back?
DMaster: Nanny, makes a move like she understood you. She has a bit of the farty-face. Then shakes her head, her demeanor changed slightly and you catch her reaction.
Vulcuran: That old bag, I think knows something, she is not wanting to say anything.
VUL: For now that is all I got.
Frown and lean back.
DMaster: She looks at you almost pleadingly.
NAN: I heard you gave chase to him.
Vulcuran: Nod my head and smile,
VUL: It is not a “him” it is a “them.” A female and a male duo. Very professional and I highly doubt they are from this City. If it was only one I would already strangle their neck and…
Clear my throat, face flushing.
DMaster: Her eyes get big, then looks down.
NAN: How do you know that they are not from this City?
Then looking back up to you, a bit confused.
Vulcuran: Chuckle a bit.
VUL: Excuse me Nanny, I have been doing this for quite some time and I know all the usual characters by now. These two scoundrels’ methods, their equipment is different, well planned and vastly more talented then most in this area.
DMaster: She nods her head, then sits down next to the King.
JER: Even though we have it under good authority, her life is not in question, I still don’t want her to be alone until we put an end to this, dogs breakfast.
He looks across the room.
JER: Damon, get with Thorin and maybe switch up some sweeps, keep them random. Carol, get to a few guard houses, have a few get on roofs multiple times a night. Vulcuran. You will escort Nanny for the remainder of the day, then Plugr will take over.
Vulcuran: Eyes get big, then get myself under control. Babysit Nanny? You have to be kidding…
VUL: As you say M’Lord.
DMaster: She smiles big, says softly…
NAN: I was afraid you were going to assign that buffoon Thorin to me, thank you.
She gives the King a look and he gives her back a playful curious look. No one adds anything further, and the meeting is adjourned. Plugr said he will meet up with you at Nanny’s home around 7:00PM. You agree. Nanny is in the hallway and the King approaches you. He has a bit of a frustrated look.
Vulcuran: Nod to him, talk quietly.
VUL: She has an idea of what they are after.
DMaster: His frustrated look turns to a small surprise and smile.
JER: My thoughts exactly, when you said take the money out of it, she changed her stance a bit. Dammit.
Saying this under his breath. Then nudges you.
JER: Without being too obvious, see if you can poke around in places… but don’t, and I repeat don’t get caught.
Gives you a stern look.
JER: If you do get caught, you did not get the idea from me.
Looks at you from the corner of his eye, smirk on his face.
JER: Good luck Vulc.
Vulcuran: Give him a playful scolding look.
VUL: Thank you M’Lord… I think.
DMaster: After getting a coat, your sword and a few daggers, you take Nanny back to her main bank where she is working in her office. There are two 3-stars trailing you everywhere, in case something happens. You have a look around and even get a peek in the vault by asking about “security protocols” and you did not see anything out of the ordinary.
Vulcuran: Keeping an eye out, as boring as this is. I realize she needs protection, but she is not a royal, she is a privileged old woman who probably pissed off the wrong person and we are here to clean up the mess. Why? because she has a lot of coin. Sigh. Anyways…
DMaster: A delivery comes in and it is food for lunch. You sit with Nanny, have lunch and it is very good. You have some idle conversation, but keeping a low profile on anything. You both leave shortly afterwards, visit the jewelry shop, where they are retro-fitting the ceiling and security of the place. She is barking out orders, because it is closed and losing her money at this point.
Vulcuran: Again, keeping an eye out, make sure nothing is out of place.
DMaster: Finally late afternoon, you get to her mansion. It takes up almost a small city block. You are ushered in. She walks into the great room, takes off her coat, hangs it up. She looks around.
NAN: Kabir? Where are you?
She looks annoyed and glances back to you.
NAN: What can I get you, once my servant gets here, I can…
Now a bit of worry washes over her face.
Vulcuran: Go to her. Grab the coat, and grab her arm.
VUL: I don’t like this, lets get you out of here.
DMaster: At first she protests, then thinks about it. She nods her head and starts putting on her coat.
Vulcuran: Take her to the door where her guards and two 3-stars are.
VUL: Something is not right, take her and get her to safety now!
DMaster: THREE-STAR: M’Lord, someone should be in there with you, watching your back.
Vulcuran: Shake my head,
VUL: No time, do as I say NOW.
Turn and shut the door, unsheath my sword and head in through the house. But take off the boots and walk in my socks. Stay quiet.
DMaster: You make your way around the mansion, and it is quite the mansion, it’s huge. After about five minutes, you think maybe your instincts were wrong until you hear noise coming from underneath you.
Vulcuran: Damn, must be a basement of sorts. Try and find my way down.
DMaster: You circle an area and find a door. Leaning against the wall in the small area is a man, tilted head in a man-servants outfit. You check and he is breathing.
Vulcuran: VUL: Kabir, I presume.
Shake my head, I’m going crazy, I just talked to a unconscious body. Head down the stairs.
DMaster: You get to the bottom and it seems the 10 foot by 10 foot room has more things in it, worth more than the Kingdom itself. A sound coming from the left hallway. The right one looks to go into an oddly undecorated room or hallway. Then you can hear voices, soft, but you are making it out.
MAN: This is proving to be a bit of a bitch.
WOMAN: I could of broke through that in a moment
MAN: I don’t know… I…
You hear a crack sound
MAN: Hells Bells, Cass, didn’t even really give me a try.
Vulcuran: Walk up to where they are at, look in.
DMaster: They have not noticed you yet. They are prying open a now busted wall safe.
Vulcuran: Look to see if there are any other exits in the room.
DMaster: None.
Vulcuran: Pull over a few things and place them in front of the door, if they try to escape past me, I am hoping they trip up a bit. Walk in, close the door.
VUL: Thank you for the Brandy, it was wonderful.
DMaster: They both spin around so fast, and even though you could not see their face, you can tell they both pretty much shit themselves. They stand looking at you, then glance at each other.
MAN: You are welcome. I did not win that bet, you deserved it.
You sniff a bit, and you can smell a bit of… waste or sewer.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: So, is that a new cologne or perfume you are trying, or is that the residual smell of your abode?
DMaster: The female one tilts her head.
CASS: No need to be rude, Dukey.
Vulcuran: Scrunch my forehead
VUL: Dukey? Really? And shall I call you Cass? Or maybe Cassie? How about Cassandra?
DMaster: They both stiffen up, glance at each other again.
Vulcuran: VUL: Listen, I am tired. I am cranky. I had to follow Nanny all over today, eat some overpriced sandwich and watch one of her guards pick his nose all afternoon. Can you either just come with me to the guard house, or better yet, tell me what the hell you are after. I think I have earned it by now.
DMaster: CASS: I am afraid not. On both counts.
Vulcuran: VUL: Great. So what now, more wire traps, a bag of gold on my head or wait my favorite… a cheap shot from behind with knock out dust?
DMaster: MAN: Tell you what. You let us get what needs to be gotten. We disappear. Out of your hair.
Vulcuran: Sigh, shake my head.
VUL: I can’t. Duty to the Realm, it’s people, and all that bullshit.
DMaster: The man reaches in the safe, grabs something, and stuffs it in his backpack.
MAN: See, all done.
He glances at Cassie, as he called her.
Vulcuran: VUL: Great, here we go.
Pull my dagger to.
DMaster: CASS: Sorry Dukey. I think we could of been mates if things were different.
She clench’s her fist and suddenly you have a splitting headache.
Vulcuran: I was ready for something like this, throw my dagger at the Cassandra lady.
DMaster: The pain is getting to you, they seem to be waiting for you to topple over. Then you hear Cassie yelp.
CASS: AHHH, a dagger!
MAN: Cass!
Through blurry eyes, you see the one figure, the woman, grabbing at her shoulder. The other one is looking to her. Your dagger sticking out of her.
CASS: Ugg, ouch… it’s ok, I can heal it when we get out.
You hear the man walk towards you.
Vulcuran: Wait for the last moment, then roll to one side.
DMaster: Rolls very well. You hear rustling and the man curse really loud. It seems you rolled out of the way of a kick to the face.
MAN: Let’s go! Enough of this tomfoolery.
The two open the door and run. Then you hear some yelling, a hard crash and a moan. The headache is dissipating.
Vulcuran: Grab anything that I can throw.
DMaster: You see a vase on a table.
Vulcuran: Grab it, go to the door and throw it at them.
DMaster: They are starting to run, looks like the poor woman tripped over the objects you put in the way. The vase goes flying and it crashes against the woman named Cassies head. She grabs for her head and stumbles, as the man catches her. He looks back with fire in his eyes. He raises his hand and what appears to be a hand crossbow.
Vulcuran: Wait for the last second and roll out of the way.
DMaster: Again, Todd rolls good. The bolt goes sailing into the room and into the wall.
Vulcuran: Peak out real quick. Make sure I am not going to get a face full of bolt.
DMaster: The room is empty but the other room / hallway, that was to your right, the door is open more.
Vulcuran: Race for that.
DMaster: You almost trip over a few things, slide a bit on the broken vase. In the area is a small lantern, hanging and what appears to be a long hallway. It looks like a standard commoners basement. It leads you to another door that is ajar, and inside that room is a trap door still open. A faint smell of sewer wafting through.
Vulcuran: VUL: Sorry Nanny, I am not going into a goddam sewer for some random item you are not telling us about
Mumble that to myself. Head upstairs quickly. Get to the closest guard
VUL: Alert the guards to get to any sewer entrance or exit, now!
DMaster: Within minutes guards swarm the area and you can hear the Lead Knight Plugr, before you could see him with the full plate armor. The two of you investigate the basement only to find a trap door to a complex sewer system that Nanny built. It has a entrance directly to the City sewers and that is where they probably came in. The two of them head back to find Nanny at the bottom of her stairs, she does not look happy.
NAN: They got away? Again?
Saying this with a bit of force and frustration.
Vulcuran: VUL: My apologies, yes they did. It’s the third time I met up with them alone and let’s just say they have a few extra gifts most people don’t.
Giving an underlining snarky undertone.
DMaster: She is looking around seeing a vase smashed, curtain, poles on the floor. Then she spots a trail of blood, and her eyes get big.
NAN: Are you ok Vulcuran?
Giving you a concerned look.
Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: That, is not my blood.
Say that with a little smirk.
DMaster: She gives you a little diabolical smile, as though to say, “about time the got something in return.” Nanny walks in the other room, to the wall safe and she seems a bit taken back by it. Investigating further she is pulling things out, putting it on the table you took the vase off of.
PLUG: You stabbed one? What happened?
Vulcuran: Shake head, rub my temples.
VUL: The female, she has powers. I can’t explain. She hovered a bag of gold over my head before so I had an inkling something was up. So when I had them cornered, I seen her clench her fist and I instantly got a splitting head ache. So I threw the dagger I drew out, and it hit her.
Chuckle a bit and smirk.
DMaster: The Knight gives you a look and a raised eyebrow,
Vulcuran: VUL: Poor girl, she left and tripped over the make shift traps I set out here, heard her land hard. Then I grabbed the vase, threw it at her and it smashed on her head. I just barely got out of the way of the bolt the guy sent my way from his hand crossbow.
Saying it with a bit of a chuckle.
DMaster: Plugr smiles wide and nods. Hands you the bolt.
PLUG: Look familiar?
You grab it and it is the same kind as the one in the throne room you looked at when this all started. Just then Nanny turns to the both of you just outside the room.
NAN: Everything is here. Guess they didn’t find what they wanted.
Vulcuran: Turn to Plugr, anger in my eyes.
VUL: Give me and Nanny a few moments alone, privately.
DMaster: He gives you a look, like “oh shit, she in trouble.” Nods and heads up the stairs.
Vulcuran: Walk in the room, close the door.
DMaster: When you do she was in the middle of putting things back and she wheels around suddenly.
Vulcuran: VUL: Nanny. I sent everyone upstairs because we need to have a serious discussion that only ourselves need to hear.
Walk to her, tower over her a little, giving her just a hint of intimidation.
DMaster: Her usual stoic look, turns to a bit of worry and she backs up a little.
Vulcuran: VUL: In the exchange with the perpetrators down here, I saw the man grab something and put it in his pack. So I know, for a fact, something was taken.
DMaster: She looks down a moment then back up, shrugging her shoulders.
Vulcuran: Sigh and keep looking at her.
VUL: So I will let you know this. Until you come clean as to what they were after, I will petition the King to cease the extra protection for you. We can’t keep you safe if you are not telling us something; Something that is vital to this endeavor, this investigation.
DMaster: She takes a deep breath, not wanting to make eye contact or say anything.
Vulcuran: VUL: Very well. I will give you until the end of day tomorrow to meet back up with me or the King to discuss what I requested. Then after that, I suggest you hire a few more guards.
Turn and start to walk away. Stop, glance back.
VUL: Plugr will take over from here, good day to you Nanny.
Walk out the room and up the stairs.
DMaster: You talk briefly with Plugr, about keeping her protected, and then head back to the castle. It was a cold walk, and it is now going on 8:00 PM. You head into the Castle, and a servant stops you.
SERVE: The King would like to speak with you, in his quarters.
Vulcuran: Sigh and nod my head. Walk to his quarters, knock on the door.
DMaster: Before you do, you distinctly hear a female giggle coming from his room.
Vulcuran: Eyes bulge. ‘What the?’… Knock.
DMaster: You hear scuffling around, then the King opens the door.
JER: Vulc, umm, what can I do for you?
He has a red face, seems very flustered.
Vulcuran: Peer in a little.
VUL: Interrupting something M’Lord?
DMaster: He nods his head a bit,
JER: In a matter of speaking, so is this something important you need to talk about?
Vulcuran: Furry my brow and give him a dead stare.
VUL: M’lord, you requested my presence here when I returned to the Castle.
DMaster: His eyes bulge, like he just remembered.
JER: Ahh yes. Yes.
He walks out of the room, closes the door. He got close to you and you can smell some wine and perfume on him.
JER: I got word there was another encounter.
Vulcuran: Giving him a suspicious look.
VUL: Yes. There was. Do you want to hear about it now, or maybe for breakfast tomorrow?
Allowing him to get back to whoever he is sliding the Jeramiah sausage too.
DMaster: He smiles and nods.
JER: That would be best, thank you. Good night Vulc.
He quickly opens the door and walks in, closing it behind him.
Vulcuran: Shake my head, turn and walk a ways down and go into my room. Undress, and get ready for bed.
DMaster: On the table, is a dagger with a note underneath it.
Vulcuran: VUL: Do we not have security in this goddam castle?
Walk to it, grab it. Read the note.
DMaster: It just says “nice shot!”
Vulcuran: Throw the dagger as hard as I can towards the wall. Grab the brandy and take a slug. Then get ready for bed.
DMaster: The dagger slams against the wall making a resounding noise. You take a glug of brandy, lay down for bed. After some fleeting thoughts of ringing someones neck, you fall asleep.
Wedmak (Wednesday) 7:00 AM
DMaster: You wake up with the crier.
CRY: Looks to be a decent day, keep a coat handy. I’s 7:00 am time to get up.
Vulcuran: Crawl out of bed, do my normal morning routine.
DMaster: You are finishing up. Clothes on, clean and ready to go.
Vulcuran: Head to the Kitchen. Look for the King.
DMaster: He is there, looks like he just got there. He is in a fairly formal outfit, and he has been handed a few scrolls much to his dissatisfaction.
Vulcuran: Walk up, nod to him.
VUL: M’Lord?
DMaster: He looks at you from the corner of his eye, smiles softly. Seems a bit embarrassed.
JER: Vulcuran, sit sit, lets have some breakfast.
The King pushes the scrolls a bit away.
JER: About last night…
Vulcuran: Shake my head defiantly.
VUL: None of my business. Seriously, no explanation necessary.
DMaster: He chuckles a little and smiles, nods his head.
JER: Thank you. So about our little Nanny…
Vulcuran: Tell him about what happened.
DMaster: He has a smile knowing you got to them finally with the dagger, that maybe they will start to back off.
Vulcuran: Eat while I am telling him the story, stop right before my little chat with Nanny alone.
DMaster: As he is eating too, he is listening.
JER: So you saw them grab something, and jam it in their pack?
He pauses a moment, with a bite on his fork thinking. Then shakes his head.
Vulcuran: Finish telling him…
VUL: According to Nanny, nothing was missing…
Give him a “bullshit” look.
DMaster: The King, sighs heavily, a mix of anger and disappointment on his face.
Vulcuran: VUL: So I gave her an ultimatum. Tell us what it is and what is going on, or find your own protection.
DMaster: Jeramiah looks at you a bit shocked, then looks down in deep thought.
Vulcuran: VUL: I gave her until this evening to tell us what is going on, or else I pull the guards.
DMaster: He takes a deep breath, pushes his plate away that he just put the fork on. Gives you a discerning look.
JER: Dangerous game to play Vulcuran. She is very important to the city.
Vulcuran: Finish my breakfast as well.
VUL: So is the lives of all the guards, the Knights and myself trying to protect her. If we are walking with a blindfold, it will only be a matter of time before we stub our toe… or worse.
DMaster: He nods his head.
JER: Agreed. It is time to play hardball.
Vulcuran: Go to get up, stop.
VUL: One more thing M’Lord. We need to have a serious discussion about security in the castle. We should meet with the court and maybe Thorin too.
DMaster: The King is giving you an odd look, nods his head slowly.
JER: Aye, we can talk about whatever you need at the next council meeting. Good enough?
Vulcuran: Nod my head and smile.
DMaster: You finish with the King and head back to your room, and Vatikus is waiting for you outside the door.
VAT: M’Lord.
Vulcuran: Smile and nod at him.
VUL: I know, you might want to sit down for this, but I remembered the disputes I pushed off on Monday. Let’s go.
Guide him to the throne room.
DMaster: The morning goes fairly quick and you push it to get the docket clear. It is almost 1:00 PM. After your visit to the kitchen and a quick sandwich for lunch, a scribe gets to you.
SCRIB: M’Lord, King requests your presence in the throne room.
Vulcuran: Nod head in acknowledgement. Mumble to myself, ‘wonder if Nanny has come to share…’
DMaster: You walk to the throne room, only to find it guarded.
Vulcuran: Smile at a guard, nod.
DMaster: He opens the door, you walk in and then closes the door, a locking sound is heard. In the throne room is only 2 people. The King and Nanny. They are talking over at a table. The King looks up.
JER: Ahh Vulc. Yes please come.
Vulcuran: VUL: M’lord, you requested me?
Walk over to the table. Nod at Nanny.
VUL: Nanny, hope you are doing well.
Saying with just the slightest hint of sarcasm.
DMaster: She glances over, forces a smile and nods her head.
JER: Nanny, would like to talk with us.
Jerry pulls out a seat for you, and you sit. Nanny stands in front of the both of you.
NAN: I am sorry Vulcuran. Keeping information from you while it is hindering your job, was…
She looks down and sighs. Then looks directly at you.
Vulcuran: Give her a meaningful, warmer look. To say, “its ok, now that you are helping.”
DMaster: NAN: …it was selfish. Very selfish of me.
She pulls a parchment from the table.
NAN: I am not very proud of this either. The artifact they were looking for was acquired… by less than legal means.
Nanny stops, shakes her head slowly, then begins again.
NAN: That is why I was reluctant to tell anyone.
She turns the parchment, and it looks to be a sketch of a bowl. It has some elvish writing on the paper.
Vulcuran: VUL: Interesting. They stole a bowl so they could what? Have a warm bowl of noodles?
DMaster: The King gives you a sharp look. Nanny, surprisingly chuckles a bit.
NAN: No, I had no idea what it was. I paid a lot for a “bundle” of artifacts. Some were fake, some where priceless and then there was the bowl. I commissioned a review.
She turns the paper and starts to read
NAN: “The exact origins of this artifact is unknown. The script on the underside are reminiscent of necromancy, many references to blood and a ritual.”
Vulcuran: Look down, in a bit of shock.
VUL: Tell me you did not take it any further than just a review, Nanny?
DMaster: She smirks a bit and shakes her head.
NAN: Hell no. I just wrapped it up, stuffed it in my wall safe and forgot it even existed. It wasn’t until Jerry told me they were looking for something and they left everything in the jewelry shop that it could possibly be this. It was a hunch, that I was not able to act upon.
She looks down.
NAN: Again, I am sorry.
She hands you the parchment.
Vulcuran: VUL: Interesting. This could be some vital component to a necromancy ritual, or it could of just been one of hundreds of bowls this ritual could use.
Look over the parchment.
DMaster: She nods her head. The King puts his hand on hers.
JER: You will have guards full time, around the clock.
Nanny smiles and nods.
NAN: Thank you. Not sure I need it anymore, but I will take it. If they got what they wanted. Sure wish I knew who was behind all this.
Vulcuran: Give her one last deep look.
VUL: You don’t have anything else like this, nothing that coordinates with this bowl? Something that would be like a set, maybe a blood spoon or a fork of the demon?
DMaster: Nanny gives you a really strange look, and shakes her head. She sensed the sarcasm and she is getting close to the end of her rope with your tone. So is the King, staring a hole through you.
Vulcuran: Nod my head.
VUL: Sorry, been a long couple days, and that should not be an excuse. My tone is unacceptable. I will get with Esmershard to look into this, if we may keep the parchment?
DMaster: She smiles at your apology and nods in regards to the paper. For a few minutes you talk about some things, but the meeting ends with little else unveiled. It is now mid afternoon.
Vulcuran: VUL: I think it’s time I visit that ugly beady eyed little half goblin again. Maybe get a bit more information…
I say to myself before handing off the parchment to a servant and tell them to deliver it to Esmershard.