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A scratch on the glass window woke Silver. He knew what it was. Rising from his bed he looked out of the window. A full moon hung in the sky, lighting the street outside. He could faintly see the outline of the carrier pigeon flying away.
Sliding the window open Silver grabed the little piece of paper left behind.
It was his next assignment.
In small scriptive handwriting, "Meeting place - Flower Pot Tavern".

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Silver stretched, changed his clothes, grabbed his weapons and packed his equipment in his backpack. He grabbed a quick bite to eat. then headed out to the flower pot tavern. He got there fairly quickly. He knew all the shortcuts and alley ways in this town. He cared not about other peoples spaces and crossed them, jumping over fences and what not. It's not that he was in a hurry. Its just something he always did. The good thing about this mode of travel was sometimes he could see what other people might have that he could use. Dressed in black he was hard to spot, but in those cases where he was he made sure he he let them know he had no problem hurting them. He didnt even have to say it. Just gave them the look and tapped his sword with his fingers.

Silver entered the tavern looked around and had a seat with his back to the wall facing the door.

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The tavern was relatively empty at this time of night. All of the drunks had been kicked out and the others had left hours ago. Only the staff remained, cleaning up the place and preparing for the following mornings business.
Where Silver sat he could see the entire common room. In one corner, the only other patron sat, huddled over the table, an empty stein by his hand and an apple, half eaten. He wore ragged clothes and what looked like a cloak hung over his shoulders, the hood covered his face, casting shadows over it. A dog rested by his feet, shaggy hair covered it, it's head down, sleeping.
The skinny innkeeper and serving maids went about their business, ignoring the two patrons.
Slowly, the apple started to roll across the table, halting by the edge, until it dropped and fell towards the dog. It stopped short of the dogs mouth. Opening his eyes the dog shuffled forwards, too lazy to actually get up and slurped the apple up. It was gone in a few seconds, little pieces of apple left in its shaggy hair.
The man looked up, the cloaks hood fell backwards. The man was old, very old... And he had no eyes. Deep empty sockets were all that remained. he looked directly at Silver, his eyeless stare seemed to be calling him over.

Edited by anguish, 24 March 2011 - 11:05 AM.

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The old man gave Silver the creeps. Silver had known fear a few times in his life. He hated that feeling more than death itself and thus always attempted to overcome it. The creepiness he felt now was a result of the man’s stare. He knew he had to confront it. Keeping his eyes focused back on the old man Silver stood up and walked directly over to him. Silver was not much for mincing words and sugar coating them. He was direct and to the point and often blunt.

"What are we talking about here?"

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As Silver reached the old man, the shaggy haired dogged put his head back down. "Sit Silver, we have much to discuss." The old man indicated the empty seat opposite himself. "A mutual partner of ours told me about you, he said you were the man to 'get' things and such." The old man lent back in his chair, the light from the ceiling lamps lit his face on fire, his empty eye sockets looking like caves. "There is an item, I wish this item to be retireved. You are not the only person trying to retrieve it though." A little sack of coins fell onto the table from the old mans sleeve. "Half now, half later, interested?"

Spoiler

There are 10 gold coins in the purse.

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Silver felt the weight of the sack then took a glimpse. His eyes must have played a trick on him so he took a longer look. This had to be either fake or a trick. He took a coin out and bit it. They seemed real. He took out his dagger and scraped the surface of a coin. Unbelievable! He knew right there and then that he was going to have a difficult time with this assignment. But the assignment was the largest payoff by far and he was very intrigued with it. He knew he would do this task, even if it killed him, but he knew he could negotiate a little more. If he was offering this much for it he surely would not reject another coin or two.

You got my attention. What is it that you would like me to get for you?

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The old man cocked his head to the side, "It seems you have me mistaken for an amateur. The details are only given once we have come to an agreement. I'm not interested if I have your attention!" The shaggy haired dog crept to its feet, a low growl peeled from its mouth. The old man was obviously waiting for an answer.

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Silver grinned. This old man was very cunning. He did, indeed, know how to play the game. He decided it was best not to further anger this potential client of his, after all he might request his services again. Silver took a different approach and decided it best to leave the bartering for another time. He took a seat next to the old man.
Yes I am interested that is why you have my attention. My apologies if I did not make that clear. Now I know your time is important, so shall we get to the details?
Silver said it in a polite, tone that he was not accustomed to.

Edited by reme martin, 25 March 2011 - 02:56 PM.

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The old man seemed to relax a little, "Yes, the details." From within his cloak the old man pulled out a scarp of paper and put it in the middle of the table. Scratchy text covered it. "There is a book I need, it is old, older than I. It is in the possession of a mage, a mage who keeps the company of three other mages. These other mages are strong and can kill you very easily. This Crow though, is a hatchling, he shall pose you no threat, they landed in Chimney tonight." The old man pushed the scrap of paper towards Silver, "You must read out this incantation before handling the book. That is all you need to know." The old man creaked to his feet. He was gone by the time Silver took his eyes off the scrap of paper.

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Silver turned around to ask the old man a question when he realized he had made the mistake of taking his eyes off him. He was fast. Faster than he would have thought for an old blind man. Magic! I hate magic! He put his new found wealth in a safe place on himself as well as the piece of paper and ordered a drink. He had to come up with a plan to deal with 3 magic users and an unkown person who was after the same thing he was. He didn't know what this person looked like how much time this other person had on him and whether he was employed by the same man. He wish he could have asked a few questions but that was not the case. It certainly would have made his job easier and gave him a better shot at getting the old man what he wanted. All he had was the name of one called Crow and who he traveled with.

Silver drank his ale and determined the first place to look was at the pier. But just incase he stopped at the inn's on his way there and pretended to need a room. He paid only when he needed to and only the smallest amount for the cheapest room. He looked over the check in book to see if he spotted the name Crow. Silver was cheap and never left a tip. Unless it brought information that he needed.

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Silver's search of the logbooks were fruitless. The name Crow appeared nowhere and even if he had used an alias there was no telling which one he was as there were many people staying in the inns that had just arrived.

At this time of night the docks were pretty deserted. A few whores stood about offering lower and lower prices as Silver proceeded down the pier. Three men were hurling goods onto a ship, another ship had 4 guards standing by the gangplank and near the end of the pier stood the dock offices. A light could be seen from inside.

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Silver stopped by and asked the ladies if they had seen 3 mages arrive together this evening and if any one of them said where they were going. He told them he was a friend of thiers and if he found them soon they would return and spend the night with them and pay them good.

If no information was worth chasing he headed to the dock office to take a look.

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Please make a bluff check and a gather information check please.

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Bluff check

Roll: 1d20+2

19 = 17[d20]+2

Gather Information:

Roll: 1d20+6

20 = 14[d20]+6

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One of the whores was quickest to answer. "You one of them mercs? Where's your brand at then! Somewhere cheeky!" She giggled. Another whore answered her, "Oh I bet it is! I'll show you mine if you show me yours? Only 20 silver as well!" The other whore standing with them said, "Mages? No I haven't seen those fellows since this morning! Oh and tell Worms he still owes me 5 silver!"

OOC

Not sure if you wanted to have a chat with the ladies so I'll keep you here just in case.