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[Ptolus/AD&D] IC Thread #4 - Davin's Arrival (Davin)

Started by Benoist, October 08, 2011, 03:42:52 PM

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Benoist

"Year 431 of the Imperial Age. It had been nearly 500 years since the armies of Ghul, the Skull King, the Half God, ruled the lands today under the dominion of the Lion-guarded Throne with armies born out of fire and darkness. In time, just as storms finally come to pass, so did this age of pain. The Great Empire of Tarsis rose out of its ashes, and peace came to Palastan. As the new city of Ptolus grew in the shadow of the Spire, rumours of great riches underground spread throughout the region. A new generation of would-be heroes made its way to the area, in search for gold and glory..."
– The Praemal Tales.



You finally made it. You made it through the whole of Palastan, through the Moonsilver Forest, and then south following the Emperor's road until a town named Ashenburg. There, you decided to leave the main road and follow the trails left by many before you who decided to make it directly to the King's River which makes its way eastward through Ptolus and finds there the Whitewind Sea. Staying on the Emperor's road would have taken you to the coast, and could have represented a delay depending on the travel conditions and people on the road. Besides, it is more quiet on the trails. The area is relatively secure, and you didn't feel particularly threatened at the time.

Find the King's river you did, and you finally reached the city's gates by the end of the night. You walked by a few houses scattered along the river's gorge on your way in, and saw work being done on a bridge which would, once completed, link the heart of the city itself to the north side of the gorge. There's still a lot work to be done before that can happen, though.

Dawn is about to break, and you are now standing amongst a group of people staying there by the city walls. You are all waiting for the guards to open the gates and inspect your belongings before you are allowed to access the city proper. There are a few modest people there, as well as merchants and mercenaries, looking tired, travel-weary and wet after the heavy rains which have plagued your journey ever since you left the Moonsilver Forest. You are pretty used to them yourself. Feeling cold and damp is pretty much part-and-parcel of the experience of being alive around these parts.

Is Davin just biding his time or does he do anything during the wait?

Werekoala

He will wait quietly, maybe offering some small comfort or assistance to any of the nearby travellers who may need it. Engaging with new arrivals may provide some information, though I imagine he would need to mingle with folks who have already been here for some time in order to get a true sense of the place.
Lan Astaslem


"It's rpg.net The population there would call the Second Coming of Jesus Christ a hate crime." - thedungeondelver

Benoist

The folks waiting with you at the gates are grateful for your assistance. Some of them are actually fairly decent folks just waiting to be able to make it in town by searching for work, selling the few vegetables they've been able to salvage from this past year's harvest and the like. These are desperate people for whom the "big town by the Spire" represents an opportunity to start anew.

Speaking of the Spire, it dominates the skyline slightly to your right when you look towards the city gates (southward). It is an impossibly long needle defying gravity, a massive pillar of stone that seems to have been stretched by magic up and up, as far away as it could possibly get from the ground. You can see what looks like gigantic birds of prey flying around its shaft, and on the very top, something like a tower or a castle, but it's fairly hard to tell from such a distance, with the rain clouds partially hampering your vision.

Then, the guards finally come to inspect the lot of you. There are three of them, assisted of what looks like a chaplain of the Church of Lothian. They talk to each newcomer, one after the other. After a few minutes they finally get to you. The largest of the three soldiers then asks in a monotonous, mechanical tone betraying his excitement... or lack thereof : "State your identity and business within the city walls, stranger."

Werekoala

Davin eyes the chaplain for a moment, then speaks.

"I am Davin Dewalt, and I come to Ptolus seeking my Truth."
Lan Astaslem


"It's rpg.net The population there would call the Second Coming of Jesus Christ a hate crime." - thedungeondelver

Benoist

The fat little man that is the Chaplain eyes Davin back and asks contemptuously : "And what kind of Truth is that ... my child?"

Werekoala

Davin smiles and shrugs.

"If I knew that already, I wouldn't be seeking it."
Lan Astaslem


"It's rpg.net The population there would call the Second Coming of Jesus Christ a hate crime." - thedungeondelver

Benoist

The Chaplain doesn't seem satisfied with the answer. It is the guard who dismisses the idea of pursuing this potential argument : "So you are some kind of pilgrim visiting Ptolus for answers, then. You will be making donations to the Church, I suppose. This ought to make the brothers happy at least."

He throws a look at the Chaplain that must mean something to the extent of 'this is not your turf, don't push it, priest'.

"Anything else to declare, or ask, for that matter ?"

Werekoala

Davin smiles again, this time at the guard.

"Yes, please, if you could direct me to a decent Inn? I need to make arrangements for a place to stay, and maybe have a warm meal for the first time in a long time."

Davin adjusts his pack and glances sideways at the Chaplain.
Lan Astaslem


"It's rpg.net The population there would call the Second Coming of Jesus Christ a hate crime." - thedungeondelver

Benoist

"There are a number of inns along the market square just past these city gates. You'll find some accommodations there, no doubt, unless you are without coin, in which case you might find a helping soul by the camps, who knows."

Seeing Davin's confusion at the mention of the camps he precises : "By the sea side, outside of town. Between here and the harbour."

He sighs, looking at the frustrated Chaplain. "Well, I guess that's it then. You may go."

Werekoala

Davin nods and moves into the city proper, idly jingling the few coins he has left in his pocket. He follows the guard's direction and looks for a suitable but hopefully not too expensive place to stay for a few days until he can get his bearings and begin his search for... something.

(A likely place would be the Inn that serves as the launch-point for expeditions under the city, certainly for rumors and information as well as maybe getting off to a quick start in his journey.)
Lan Astaslem


"It's rpg.net The population there would call the Second Coming of Jesus Christ a hate crime." - thedungeondelver

Benoist

Davin walks through the gate and portcullis standing between the two large towers along the city wall.

On the other side, he finds a very large round plaza already buzzing with activity. In the center of the plaza there is a large roofed market area. All around it, at this very early hour of the day, many merchants are already all set to sell their goods to whoever wants them.

You can spot a town crier adjusting a little box not far from the gates. It looks like he is about to speak in a moment.

Not far from his spot, a group of orphan-looking children seems to be playing some kind of street game.

Further along the round edge of the plaza, you can see stables right next to a relay and blacksmith, what looks like a large convenience store with all sorts of wares available for purchase, as well as two different inns ready to welcome customers who are here to stay. Interestingly enough, Davin can also see that one of the buildings surrounding the plaza has been recently burnt to the ground, like it blew up without doing much damage to the other buildings around it. That seems a little odd.

Does Davin act on his first intention to check the two inns and choose a place to stay from there, or does he change his mind for now to do something else?

The Plaza is represented by a large circle in the area marked red on the following map.


Werekoala

Davin examines the merchant's wares casually as they are setting up, specifically looking for someone with decent cheese for sale, and maybe a small loaf of bread, for breakfast.

Munching on his improvised sandwich, he wanders over to the recently burned building, studying it to see if he can determine what might have happened. Minimal damage to the surrounding buildings? Is it fairly obvious it was just a fire or does it look like something else, maybe splintered wooden beams that would indicate an explosion? If anyone nearby looks like a "local", possibly the town crier (who surely knows everything happening in the city) or one of the children, he will hail them:

"Pardon me - what happened to this building?"
Lan Astaslem


"It's rpg.net The population there would call the Second Coming of Jesus Christ a hate crime." - thedungeondelver

Benoist

The building was subject to a quite violent explosion, that much Davin can tell. There are marks of scorching on parts of the walls which are still standing. The rest is just a mess of half-burnt, half-consumed wooden beams and boulders, with the collapsed roof lying on top of it all as if it had been made of some pliable material, like some tent or gigantic piece of cloth instead of the torn wooden frame and tiles which are right there in front of him to see.

One of the children is playing nearby. When Davin asks his question he is the first to answer spontaneously: "Nobody really knows what happened there, Sir. This was to be a lore master's office, see. But it blew up before the old man could earn a living at it."

The kid turns to look at Davin quizzingly: "You are one of those 'adventurers', aren't ya? Bet the old man could have helped you get rich if only he'd lived to see the day!"

Werekoala

Davin smiles and nods.

"Yes, I suppose you could call me an adventurer, but really I'm seeking something more than thrills or wealth. Still, I would have liked to have met the 'lore master', you said? What is that exactly?"
Lan Astaslem


"It's rpg.net The population there would call the Second Coming of Jesus Christ a hate crime." - thedungeondelver

Benoist

"Osmanthius was a lore master, yes. One of the few people who knew more about Ptolus and its underground levels than the best of delvers we currently have around these parts."

The kid snorts. "Osmanthius would have provided his advice for a fee, see. That's what lore masters do, you know? But the office blew up, and him with it, before he could even start. He had just gotten the authorization from the Commissar, and just a few days before the opening, it just.. well. You see the results, now."