D&D 3.5 Early Modern Era Campaign

[bvdk99]

Sorry, guys. Anyways, just see the other thread for my post, and then reply here, please.

[Temotei]

Anja is sitting on a grassy hill, spying intently on people's daily activities.

Mmm...boring as usual, Mikkeli. We haven't had anyone attempt a crime in over a week...

[bvdk99]

Anja is sitting on a grassy hill, spying intently on people's daily activities.

Mmm...boring as usual, Mikkeli. We haven't had anyone attempt a crime in over a week...

A horse-drawn coach comes into view, and rolls along the road until only about 20 feet away, after which a door opens.
A young, slight man, his height shortened even more by his stooped posture, clambers out, places a diminutive top hat on his head, and starts walking timidly up the hill. Once he reaches Anja, he says,
"Ms. Vi-Virtanen. How very l-long it took to find y-you," he mumbles, his voice whiny and with a varied pitch.

[Eldest]

Raising an eye, as much at the 'Madame' as the fact that they had my table ready before I ordered, I follow, but keep a wary eye out for something off.

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Fiona speaks French, so if the guy thinks she doesn't (why else would he be speaking English in France) he's in for a surprise.

[Isenvrill]

Cyrus, quite curious, slips his armor on under his clothing, hides his daggers on his person, grabs his sword and slips out of the building. He walks briskly down the streets, arriving at the gardens with some time to spare.

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Quick stylistic note, Cyrus' rapier scabbard is designed to look like a cane.
All daggers except plain masterwork hidden at 25 (I just took ten)

[Temotei]

Anja, as she stands up, brushes her hand against her side to make sure Roar is ready to go. Satisfied, she jumps straight to the point.

Has it, now? What do you want?

[waterpenguin43]

Lucia, 1 PM, Linz
Lucia is packing a case with the last of her few belongings. She folds up and packs one last pair of pants and snaps the case shut, picking it up with a stern expression. She makes her way briskly out of the home she had been staying in, hoping to get to the clerical coach on time. She searches for someone who might have seen a clock so she can know the time.

[bvdk99]

Raising an eye, as much at the 'Madame' as the fact that they had my table ready before I ordered, I follow, but keep a wary eye out for something off.

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Fiona speaks French, so if the guy thinks she doesn't (why else would he be speaking English in France) he's in for a surprise.

They arrive at a small table under a parasol.
The waiter draws out a chair, motioning for Fiona to sit, before bustling off. Across from the seat, a figure sits, obscured by a large newspaper.

Cyrus, quite curious, slips his armor on under his clothing, hides his daggers on his person, grabs his sword and slips out of the building. He walks briskly down the streets, arriving at the gardens with some time to spare.

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Quick stylistic note, Cyrus' rapier scabbard is designed to look like a cane.
All daggers except plain masterwork hidden at 25 (I just took ten)

After a few minutes of waiting, a woman in a large, old-fashioned pannier dress comes strolling out of the Louvre, attracting much attention from onlookers.

Seemingly oblivious, she walks in your general direction, balking at the beautiful gardens behind you.
Just as she passes by your side, you see her drop what looks like a heavy coin on the ground, but she keeps walking towards the gardens.

Anja, as she stands up, brushes her hand against her side to make sure Roar is ready to go. Satisfied, she jumps straight to the point.

Has it, now? What do you want?

"Yes indeed, N-Neita," he says, stumbling over the unfamiliar word.
"The r-reason for which I c-contact y-you is that my em-employer has heard of your... your st-status as a v-vigilante of sorts.
"He or s-she w-wishes to speak with y-you about e-employment," he stammers wheezily. "Especially concerning a r-recent development in p-political affairs. You h-heard, I a-assume, about the d-death of the DDanish ambassador to France in Toulouse?"

((Note: Most, if not all, PC's would have heard about this, along with the murder of the Austro-Hungarian Ambassador to France in London a few months previously.))

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@Waterpenguin:
A large woman in an even larger beige coat comes lumbering towards Lucia at a brisk pace.
"Come with me, or I'll shoot you," she says frankly as she passes. Her voice is low, slow, and guttural.

[Isenvrill]

He bends over and grabs the coin.

[waterpenguin43]

@Waterpenguin:
A large woman in an even larger beige coat comes lumbering towards Lucia at a brisk pace.
"Come with me, or I'll shoot you," she says frankly as she passes. Her voice is low, slow, and gutteral.

Her eyes widen.
"Oh, well, um, okay then," Lucia says, frightened but trying to act polite.

[Temotei]

Yes. Go on. Anja stares intensely at the man, almost oblivious to his stammering.

[bvdk99]

He bends over and grabs the coin.

It is gold, and rather heavy - on one side, a castle is depicted; on the other side is a black eagle with a distinctly red beak. Around the edge of both sides, written in tiny writing and repeating over and over are the words Altes Schloss.

Her eyes widen.
"Oh, well, um, okay then," Lucia says, frightened but trying to act polite.

The woman leads her into an alley. Finally, she turns around, taking off her cap and shaded glasses to reveal a stout and blockish face.
"Are you Ms. Lucia Santageo?" she says, not bothering to attempt a Spanish pronunciation and obviously mispronouncing the surname.

Yes. Go on. Anja stares intensely at the man, almost oblivious to his stammering.

"Well... My e-employer believes t-that and the p-previous m-murder of the A-Austro-Hungarian Ambassador may be co-correlated. He is s-seeking new h-help," he stutters, but the message is simple.

[Isenvrill]

Muttering to himself, "Altes Schloss hmm? Where have I heard that before?"
He pockets the coin and walks up to the woman, matching her pace. Speaking in a normal tone, "Excuse me but I believe you dropped this." He proffers the coin, then whispering, "What is it you wished to speak to me about?"

[bvdk99]

Muttering to himself, "Altes Schloss hmm? Where have I heard that before?"
He pockets the coin and walks up to the woman, matching her pace. Speaking in a normal tone, "Excuse me but I believe you dropped this." He proffers the coin, then whispering, "What is it you wished to speak to me about?"

She turns around. "Sorry? What - what are you talking about?" she asks, utterly confused.

[waterpenguin43]

The woman leads her into an alley. Finally, she turns around, taking off her cap and shaded glasses to reveal a stout and blockish face.
"Are you Ms. Lucia Santageo?" she says, not bothering to attempt a Spanish pronunciation and obviously mispronouncing the surname.

"Oh, um, yes," she says with a smile, ignoring the blatent mispronounciation.

[Isenvrill]

"I apologize, it must have been someone else. Good day ma'am." He tips his hat and walks away. He continues to wait in the gardens until 12:15, at which point he will leave to discover more concerning Altes Schloss.

[bvdk99]

"Oh, um, yes," she says with a smile, ignoring the blatent mispronounciation.

((Actually, I'll start using coloured speech.))

The woman straightens the upright collar of her jacket and replaces her glasses.
"Good. Now, I don't know where you're planning on going, but wherever it is, you won't be able to anymore.
My employer has been recruiting talented individuals to help him in his investigations for quite some time, and your reputation certainly precedes you." She huffs. "He or she would like to recruit you to our cause. I'm sure you heard of the recent Ambassadorial deaths?"

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@Isenvrill: People do appear - many people, in fact - but none approach him or are particularly memorable.

[waterpenguin43]

The woman straightens the upright collar of her jacket and replaces her glasses.
"Good. Now, I don't know where you're planning on going, but wherever it is, you won't be able to anymore.
My employer has been recruiting talented individuals to help him in his investigations for quite some time, and your reputation certainly precedes you." She huffs. "He or she would like to recruit you to our cause. I'm sure you heard of the recent Ambassadorial deaths?"

"Ah yes, very tragic," she says with a frown.
"I hope the tensions between Austria and France do not grow too strong," she explains, obviously worried.

[bvdk99]

"Ah yes, very tragic," she says with a frown.
"I hope the tensions between Austria and France do not grow too strong," she explains, obviously worried.

"Indeed," replies the woman. "Now that you've agreed to my employer's proposal, we need to board a train that departs at 2 o'clock." she says, pulling out a pocket watch and glancing at it.

[Temotei]

When and where do I start, then? Anja's expression lightens visibly, excited for the chance for an adventure--especially one outside her home, she hopes.

[Isenvrill]

Cyrus heads to the library, and requests one of the aides there to help identify the name.

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Starting to wish I had my character learn German. Pity.

[Eldest]

I chuckle for a molment, and then sit down in the proffered chair. I'm assuming you're going to put down the newspaper shortly, in a dramatic fashion, yes? Because I like to enjoy my breakfast with somebody I can see.

[Re'ozul]

So-Tark - Loughborough - 11am

Planning to travel towards London through Leicester, Northampton, Bedford and Luton.
Current Goal: Get to the Continent

Having slept in a barn (as the inn wouldn't allow the giant man with the Lion cub) and just taken out rations from the neverwnding box of bland food he had found behind the fake wall in that cave 3 weeks ago, he packs everything back into the bag and motions for the cub to follow him as he walks towards the farms main haouse to thank the farmer for letting him stay the night.

[Lyndworm]

[Jim Wilson - Brazzaville, French Congo - 1200 Hours]

Jim is nursing a liquor of indeterminate origin in a dirty tavern, trying to remember why you're not supposed to drink at Noon.

[waterpenguin43]

"Indeed," replies the woman. "Now that you've agreed to my employer's proposal, we need to board a train that departs at 2 o'clock." she says, pulling out a pocket watch and glancing at it.

Lucia nods and swallows, smiling. She's still hoping the woman isn't going to kill her.

[bvdk99]

When and where do I start, then? Anja's expression lightens visibly, excited for the chance for an adventure--especially one outside her home, she hopes.

"I'd like you to c-come with me to London," he stutters. "There, we may receive further in-instructions from my e-employer."

Cyrus heads to the library, and requests one of the aides there to help identify the name.

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Starting to wish I had my character learn German. Pity.

An old woman with a bob of frizzy grey hair approaches him. "Altes Schloss? Zat means 'Old Castle' in German," she says with a thick French accent. "Are you searching for a specific place?"

I chuckle for a molment, and then sit down in the proffered chair. I'm assuming you're going to put down the newspaper shortly, in a dramatic fashion, yes? Because I like to enjoy my breakfast with somebody I can see.

The paper remains in place, the person behind it seeming to not notice her.

"Please be a bit more quiet," a voice mutters from behind her. "You didn't think I'd be that old-school, did you?"

So-Tark - Loughborough - 11am

Planning to travel towards London through Leicester, Northampton, Bedford and Luton.
Current Goal: Get to the Continent

Having slept in a barn (as the inn wouldn't allow the giant man with the Lion cub) and just taken out rations from the neverwnding box of bland food he had found behind the fake wall in that cave 3 weeks ago, he packs everything back into the bag and motions for the cub to follow him as he walks towards the farms main haouse to thank the farmer for letting him stay the night.

Suddenly, a large horse-drawn coach starts hurtling across the farm's grounds, right at So-Tark. Once within a few feet, it comes to an abrupt halt, and a door swings open.
The ginger-haired head of an old man pops out.
"Join us for a ride, won't you?" he asks pleasantly.

[Jim Wilson - Brazzaville, French Congo - 1200 Hours]

Jim is nursing a liquor of indeterminate origin in a dirty tavern, trying to remember why you're not supposed to drink at Noon.

The door to the bar opens, and a prim man in a nice suit, complete with fashionable cane and tophat, steps inside. He looks very ill-suited to the bar scene, and severable intimidating and moody bargoers send him menacing looks.

He waves awkwardly to them, but realizing the nature of their glares, quickly drops his head and walks towards Jim.

"Good afternoon. Might you happen to be Mr. James Wilson?"

[Temotei]

Right. Anja looks down at the town once more before jogging to the man's coach and hopping on.

[Eldest]

Oh, far better. I still would rather be able to see you, but if you insist...
Now. Why did you bring me here?
I gesture for a waiter while I'm sitting. Might as well have lunch here. The patron might even pay for it.

[bvdk99]

Right. Anja looks down at the town once more before jogging to the man's coach and hopping on.

The man gets in as well, and the coach sets off.
"This journey may take a while," he sniffles.

Oh, far better. I still would rather be able to see you, but if you insist...
Now. Why did you bring me here?
I gesture for a waiter while I'm sitting. Might as well have lunch here. The patron might even pay for it.

"I would suggest the leek tarte," the voice from behind her says. It is that of a man, and sounds neutrally American.

The decoy from across from her coughs, and turns the page of his paper.

[Isenvrill]

Noticing her accent, he switches to French. "Yes, I am." Cyrus pulls out the coin and shows it to her.