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token_1.png.89de49c37e89361f2a64c21ee7e4cefd.pngCaltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'


 

HP: 15/15 AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian

Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |

| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 1


Caltrix_HeroForge.png.420877772c107e646505809a6af16979.png

 

As Caltrix made her way southwards through the Five Corners and towards a possible rendezvous with Carthen, she could certainly pass as one of Korvosa's downtrodden. Disheveled; one cheek cut; an arm wrenched; a sore hand; and a puffy eye turning shades of purple; she made quite a sight, or would have as most wayfarers in the city kept their heads down and covered by hats and hoods against the persistent drizzle and feeling of gloom.

Things had started well. Upon leaving Zellara's -- as she, and she suspected, the others thought of the place -- the halfling had made her way north through the city pausing for a few minutes to grab a mug of hot tea and a morning meat pasty - to the loss of 3 coppers. With what passed for a full belly these days, she continued across the Narrows and up into the Shingles.

Though she had acknowledged the possibility that her little lean-to might have been burgled over the night that had so strangely and mystically passed, she hadn't quite allowed for squatters: or an ambush. One of the pair had already taken up residence: as Caltrix made to deal with the interloper, his hoodrat partner returned, taking the outsized halfling from behind. Caltrix wasn't at her best with her fists and feet, but when knives were drawn, she gave better than she received. Eventually, the two fled to seek other living arrangements ... their cuts were most likely not fatal.

That said, the little thief had taken a few blows, one right in the eye; kicks; a bite that her hand gloves had spared her the worse of; and a cut just on the cheek of that same eye: that had been scary.

Still, her small abode was hers again and word would spread ... there had been any number of curious, but unhelpful eyes observing.

All this, and setting the few things inside aright took up more time than she'd allotted. Her plans for communicating with one of the Lofties might have to wait.Unless GM, you wish to interpose with a contact as this point in the narrative? She was still anxious to pursue the contact that she'd had from Enoch Reeves. For all she knew, Lollifar might be out of Lamm's direct control at this point, so The Contractor might be the rogue's only hope to track her friend. Not that it made any difference as to her determination to see Lamm put out of commission.

She actually hadn't much in the way of furnishings outside of a few utensils and bedding. Some trinkets. Most of her few valuables and useful items she kept on her small person. Only her bow and quiver of arrows ... fortunately, the squatters hadn't time to make a wreck of them -- or use them! She arranged her cloak and hood to make the shortbow a bit more discreet alongside her backpack. She thought quickly, but decided to leave the bow unstrung for the moment, what with the rain.

So it was that she was making her way back towards the area of West Dock, trying to stay somewhat loose and limber as the pain intensified with the waning of the last effects of adrenaline. As per her arrangement with the rest of those who had been called to Zellara's by means of the Harrow Cards, her task was to lurk about in the hope of spotting and Shadowing someone known to be an associate of Lamm's.

How far was she from The Bookmaker (S11)? She tried to keep her eyes open for a potential Mark as well as for Carthen.

 

 

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OOC

Ending edited as per guidance

 

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token_1.png.89de49c37e89361f2a64c21ee7e4cefd.pngCaltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'


 

HP: 15/15 AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian

Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |

| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 1


Caltrix_HeroForge.png.420877772c107e646505809a6af16979.png

 

As Caltrix made her way southwards through the Five Corners and towards a possible rendezvous with Carthen, she could certainly pass as one of Korvosa's downtrodden. Disheveled; one cheek cut; an arm wrenched; a sore hand; and a puffy eye turning shades of purple; she made quite a sight, or would have as most wayfarers in the city kept their heads down and covered by hats and hoods against the persistent drizzle and feeling of gloom.

Things had started well. Upon leaving Zellara's -- as she, and she suspected, the others thought of the place -- the halfling had made her way north through the city pausing for a few minutes to grab a mug of hot tea and a morning meat pasty - to the loss of 3 coppers. With what passed for a full belly these days, she continued across the Narrows and up into the Shingles.

Though she had acknowledged the possibility that her little lean-to might have been burgled over the night that had so strangely and mystically passed, she hadn't quite allowed for squatters: or an ambush. One of the pair had already taken up residence: as Caltrix made to deal with the interloper, his hoodrat partner returned, taking the outsized halfling from behind. Caltrix wasn't at her best with her fists and feet, but when knives were drawn, she gave better than she received. Eventually, the two fled to seek other living arrangements ... their cuts were most likely not fatal.

That said, the little thief had taken a few blows, one right in the eye; kicks; a bite that her hand gloves had spared her the worse of; and a cut just on the cheek of that same eye: that had been scary.

Still, her small abode was hers again and word would spread ... there had been any number of curious, but unhelpful eyes observing.

All this, and setting the few things inside aright took up more time than she'd allotted. Her plans for communicating with one of the Lofties might have to wait.Unless GM, you wish to interpose with a contact as this point in the narrative? She was still anxious to pursue the contact that she'd had from Enoch Reeves. For all she knew, Lollifar might be out of Lamm's direct control at this point, so The Contractor might be the rogue's only hope to track her friend. Not that it made any difference as to her determination to see Lamm put out of commission.

She actually hadn't much in the way of furnishings outside of a few utensils and bedding. Some trinkets. Most of her few valuables and useful items she kept on her small person. Only her bow and quiver of arrows ... fortunately, the squatters hadn't time to make a wreck of them -- or use them! She arranged her cloak and hood to make the shortbow a bit more discreet alongside her backpack. She thought quickly, but decided to leave the bow unstrung for the moment, what with the rain.

So it was that she was making her way back towards the area of West Dock, trying to stay somewhat loose and limber as the pain intensified with the waning of the last effects of adrenaline. As per her arrangement with the rest of those who had been called to Zellara's by means of the Harrow Cards, her task was to lurk about in the hope of spotting and Shadowing someone known to be an associate of Lamm's: one of his so-called "Lambs."

How far was she from The Bookmaker (S11)? She tried to keep her eyes open for a potential Mark as well as for Carthen.

 

 

image.png.9c353d20b58ccab182af970caadc77b0.png

OOC

Ending edited as per guidance

 

ACTIONS

 

 


 

 

 

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Vedast

 

token_1.png.89de49c37e89361f2a64c21ee7e4cefd.pngCaltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'


 

HP: 15/15 AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian

Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |

| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 1


Caltrix_HeroForge.png.420877772c107e646505809a6af16979.png

 

As Caltrix made her way southwards through the Five Corners and towards a possible rendezvous with Carthen, she could certainly pass as one of Korvosa's downtrodden. Disheveled; one cheek cut; an arm wrenched; a sore hand; and a puffy eye turning shades of purple; she made quite a sight, or would have as most wayfarers in the city kept their heads down and covered by hats and hoods against the persistent drizzle and feeling of gloom.

Things had started well. Upon leaving Zellara's -- as she, and she suspected, the others thought of the place -- the halfling had made her way north through the city pausing for a few minutes to grab a mug of hot tea and a morning meat pasty - to the loss of 3 coppers. With what passed for a full belly these days, she continued across the Narrows and up into the Shingles.

Though she had acknowledged the possibility that her little lean-to might have been burgled over the night that had so strangely and mystically passed, she hadn't quite allowed for squatters: or an ambush. One of the pair had already taken up residence: as Caltrix made to deal with the interloper, his hoodrat partner returned, taking the outsized halfling from behind. Caltrix wasn't at her best with her fists and feet, but when knives were drawn, she gave better than she received. Eventually, the two fled to seek other living arrangements ... their cuts were most likely not fatal.

That said, the little thief had taken a few blows, one right in the eye; kicks; a bite that her hand gloves had spared her the worse of; and a cut just on the cheek of that same eye: that had been scary.

Still, her small abode was hers again and word would spread ... there had been any number of curious, but unhelpful eyes observing.

All this, and setting the few things inside aright took up more time than she'd allotted. Her plans for communicating with one of the Lofties might have to wait.Unless GM, you wish to interpose with a contact as this point in the narrative? She was still anxious to pursue the contact that she'd had from Enoch Reeves. For all she knew, Lollifar might be out of Lamm's direct control at this point, so The Contractor might be the rogue's only hope to track her friend. Not that it made any difference as to her determination to see Lamm put out of commission.

She actually hadn't much in the way of furnishings outside of a few utensils and bedding. Some trinkets. Most of her few valuables and useful items she kept on her small person. Only her bow and quiver of arrows ... fortunately, the squatters hadn't time to make a wreck of them -- or use them! She arranged her cloak and hood to make the shortbow a bit more discreet alongside her backpack. She thought quickly, but decided to leave the bow unstrung for the moment, what with the rain.

So it was that she was making her way back towards the area of West Dock, trying to stay somewhat loose and limber as the pain intensified with the waning of the last effects of adrenaline. As per her arrangement with the rest of those who had been called to Zellara's by means of the Harrow Cards, her task was to lurk about in the hope of spotting and Shadowing someone known to be an associate of Lamm's: one of his so-called "Lambs."

How far was she from The Bookmaker? She tried to keep her eyes open for a potential Mark as well as for Carthen.

 

 

image.png.9c353d20b58ccab182af970caadc77b0.png

OOC

Ending edited as per guidance

 

ACTIONS

 

 


 

 

 

Vedast

Vedast

 

token_1.png.89de49c37e89361f2a64c21ee7e4cefd.pngCaltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'


 

HP: 15/15 AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian

Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |

| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 1


Caltrix_HeroForge.png.420877772c107e646505809a6af16979.png

 

As Caltrix made her way southwards through the Five Corners and towards a possible rendezvous with Carthen, she could certainly pass as one of Korvosa's downtrodden. Disheveled; one cheek cut; an arm wrenched; a sore hand; and a puffy eye turning shades of purple; she made quite a sight, or would have as most wayfarers in the city kept their heads down and covered by hats and hoods against the persistent drizzle and feeling of gloom.

Things had started well. Upon leaving Zellara's -- as she, and she suspected, the others thought of the place -- the halfling had made her way north through the city pausing for a few minutes to grab a mug of hot tea and a morning meat pasty - to the loss of 3 coppers. With what passed for a full belly these days, she continued across the Narrows and up into the Shingles.

Though she had acknowledged the possibility that her little lean-to might have been burgled over the night that had so strangely and mystically passed, she hadn't quite allowed for squatters: or an ambush. One of the pair had already taken up residence: as Caltrix made to deal with the interloper, his hoodrat partner returned, taking the outsized halfling from behind. Caltrix wasn't at her best with her fists and feet, but when knives were drawn, she gave better than she received. Eventually, the two fled to seek other living arrangements ... their cuts were most likely not fatal.

That said, the little thief had taken a few blows, one right in the eye; kicks; a bite that her hand gloves had spared her the worse of; and a cut just on the cheek of that same eye: that had been scary.

Still, her small abode was hers again and word would spread ... there had been any number of curious, but unhelpful eyes observing.

All this, and setting the few things inside aright took up more time than she'd allotted. Her plans for communicating with one of the Lofties might have to wait.Unless GM, you wish to interpose with a contact as this point in the narrative? She was still anxious to pursue the contact that she'd had from Enoch Reeves. For all she knew, Lollifar might be out of Lamm's direct control at this point, so The Contractor might be the rogue's only hope to track her friend. Not that it made any difference as to her determination to see Lamm put out of commission.

She actually hadn't much in the way of furnishings outside of a few utensils and bedding. Some trinkets. Most of her few valuables and useful items she kept on her small person. Only her bow and quiver of arrows ... fortunately, the squatters hadn't time to make a wreck of them -- or use them! She arranged her cloak and hood to make the shortbow a bit more discreet alongside her backpack. She thought quickly, but decided to leave the bow unstrung for the moment, what with the rain.

So it was that she was making her way back towards the area of West Dock, trying to stay somewhat loose and limber as the pain intensified with the waning of the last effects of adrenaline. As per her arrangement with the rest of those who had been called to Zellara's by means of the Harrow Cards, her task was to lurk about in the hope of spotting and Shadowing someone known to be an associate of Lamm's: one of his so-called "Lambs" or ...

or ...

Her aches and pains were suddenly forgotten. There, to the Southeast, just entering a main street from a side ally. One of the two men who had chased her that night. She'd lost both him and his scrofulous partner fairly easily, big, clumsy ruffians. Conso Voicu had taken a bit more work and he was dead. But this one was definitely one of Lamm's racketeers -- thugs with clubs.

How far was she from The Bookmaker? Should she follow this one ... his name might have been Orza, Orza Krillo? Or keep her appointment with Carthen.

After a few moments, it seemed she might not have to decide ... Krillo seemed to be heading in that general direction.

She made to follow at a discrete distance whilst taking every precaution to avoid seeming to be doing so.

 

To be continued ...

 

 

 

 

 

image.png.9c353d20b58ccab182af970caadc77b0.png

OOC

I'm fine either having this continue apart from Carthen's Task or maybe in parallel (e.g. his Intimidation goes against Krillo's partner whilst Caltrix continues to follow? Whichever @Whitehart09 would prefer. I've tried to set this so we can go any number of ways.

@Zen Gypsy Should I make my roll for the Shadowing Activity now, or wait for further development? Done. Below.

 

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Vedast

 

token_1.png.89de49c37e89361f2a64c21ee7e4cefd.pngCaltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'


 

HP: 15/15 AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian

Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |

| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 1


Caltrix_HeroForge.png.420877772c107e646505809a6af16979.png

 

As Caltrix made her way southwards through the Five Corners and towards a possible rendezvous with Carthen, she could certainly pass as one of Korvosa's downtrodden. Disheveled; one cheek cut; an arm wrenched; a sore hand; and a puffy eye turning shades of purple; she made quite a sight, or would have as most wayfarers in the city kept their heads down and covered by hats and hoods against the persistent drizzle and feeling of gloom.

Things had started well. Upon leaving Zellara's -- as she, and she suspected, the others thought of the place -- the halfling had made her way north through the city pausing for a few minutes to grab a mug of hot tea and a morning meat pasty - to the loss of 3 coppers. With what passed for a full belly these days, she continued across the Narrows and up into the Shingles.

Though she had acknowledged the possibility that her little lean-to might have been burgled over the night that had so strangely and mystically passed, she hadn't quite allowed for squatters: or an ambush. One of the pair had already taken up residence: as Caltrix made to deal with the interloper, his hoodrat partner returned, taking the outsized halfling from behind. Caltrix wasn't at her best with her fists and feet, but when knives were drawn, she gave better than she received. Eventually, the two fled to seek other living arrangements ... their cuts were most likely not fatal.

That said, the little thief had taken a few blows, one right in the eye; kicks; a bite that her hand gloves had spared her the worse of; and a cut just on the cheek of that same eye: that had been scary.

Still, her small abode was hers again and word would spread ... there had been any number of curious, but unhelpful eyes observing.

All this, and setting the few things inside aright took up more time than she'd allotted. Her plans for communicating with one of the Lofties might have to wait.Unless GM, you wish to interpose with a contact as this point in the narrative? She was still anxious to pursue the contact that she'd had from Enoch Reeves. For all she knew, Lollifar might be out of Lamm's direct control at this point, so The Contractor might be the rogue's only hope to track her friend. Not that it made any difference as to her determination to see Lamm put out of commission.

She actually hadn't much in the way of furnishings outside of a few utensils and bedding. Some trinkets. Most of her few valuables and useful items she kept on her small person. Only her bow and quiver of arrows ... fortunately, the squatters hadn't time to make a wreck of them -- or use them! She arranged her cloak and hood to make the shortbow a bit more discreet alongside her backpack. She thought quickly, but decided to leave the bow unstrung for the moment, what with the rain.

So it was that she was making her way back towards the area of West Dock, trying to stay somewhat loose and limber as the pain intensified with the waning of the last effects of adrenaline. As per her arrangement with the rest of those who had been called to Zellara's by means of the Harrow Cards, her task was to lurk about in the hope of spotting and Shadowing someone known to be an associate of Lamm's: one of his so-called "Lambs" or ...

or ...

Her aches and pains were suddenly forgotten. There, to the Southeast, just entering a main street from a side ally. One of the two men who had chased her that night. She'd lost both him and his scrofulous partner fairly easily, big, clumsy ruffians. Conso Voicu had taken a bit more work and he was dead. But this one was definitely one of Lamm's racketeers -- thugs with clubs.

How far was she from The Bookmaker? Should she follow this one ... his name might have been Orza, Orza Krillo? Or keep her appointment with Carthen.

After a few moments, it seemed she might not have to decide ... Krillo seemed to be heading in that general direction.

She made to follow at a discrete distance whilst taking every precaution to avoid seeming to be doing so.

 

To be continued ...

 

 

 

 

 

image.png.9c353d20b58ccab182af970caadc77b0.png

OOC

I'm fine either having this continue apart from Carthen's Task or maybe in parallel (e.g. his Intimidation goes against Krillo's partner whilst Caltrix continues to follow? Or completely separately if @Whitehart09 would prefer that. I've tried to set this so we can go any number of ways.

@Zen Gypsy Should I make my roll for the Shadowing Activity now, or wait for further development?

 

ACTIONS

 

 


 

 

 

Vedast

Vedast

 

token_1.png.89de49c37e89361f2a64c21ee7e4cefd.pngCaltrix Nimblesquirl
Twilight Halfling; Acrobat; Rogue (Thief; 1); (TBA) Archetype; Harrow Card: 'The Locksmith'


 

HP: 15/15 AC:17: Explorer's | Speed: 25' |Senses: Low-light vision; Keen Eyes | Lang: Common; Halfling; Gnome; Varisian

Perception (E): +7 | Fort (T): +4 | Ref (E): +9| Will (E): +7 |

| Skills | Attributes | Attacks | Sneak Atk Dmg |Hero Pts.: 1


Caltrix_HeroForge.png.420877772c107e646505809a6af16979.png

 

As Caltrix made her way southwards through the Five Corners and towards a possible rendezvous with Carthen, she could certainly pass as one of Korvosa's downtrodden. Disheveled; one cheek cut; an arm wrenched; a sore hand; and a puffy eye turning shades of purple; she made quite a sight, or would have as most wayfarers in the city kept their heads down and covered by hats and hoods against the persistent drizzle and feeling of gloom.

Things had started well. Upon leaving Zellara's -- as she, and she suspected, the others thought of the place -- the halfling had made her way north through the city pausing for a few minutes to grab a mug of hot tea and a morning meat pasty - to the loss of 3 coppers. With what passed for a full belly these days she continued across the narrows and up into the Shingles.

Though she had acknowledged the possibility that her little lean-to might have been burgled over the night that had so strangely and mystically passed, she hadn't quite allowed for squatters: or am ambush. One of the pair had already taken up residence: as Caltrix made to deal with the interloper, his hoodrat partner returned, taking the outsized halfling from behind. Caltrix wasn't at her best with her fists and feet, but when knives were drawn, she gave better than she received. Eventually, the two fled to seek other living arrangements ... the cuts were most likely not fatal.

That said, the little thief had taken a few blows, one right in the eye; kicks; a bite that her hand gloves had spared her the worse of; and a cut just on the cheek of that same eye: that had been scary.

Still, her small abode was hers again and word would spread ... there had been any number of curious, but unhelpful eyes observing.

All this, and setting the few things inside aright took up more time than she'd allotted. Her plans for communicating with one of the Lofties might have to wait.Unless GM, you wish to interpose with a contact as this point in the narrative? She was still anxious to pursue the contact that she'd had from Enoch Reeves. For all she knew, Lollifar might be out of Lamm's direct control at this point, so The Contractor might be the rogue's only hope to track her friend. Not that it made any difference as to her determination to see Lamm put out of commission.

She actually hadn't much in the way of furnishings outside of a few utensils and bedding. Some trinkets. Most of her few valuables and useful items she kept on her small person. Only her bow and quiver of arrows ... fortunately, the squatters hadn't time to make a wreck of them -- or use them! She arranged her cloak and hood to make them a bit more discreet alongside her backpack. She thought for a moment, but decided to leave the bow unstrung for the moment, what with the rain.

So it was that she was making her way back to towards the area of West Dock, trying to stay somewhat loose as some of the pain intensified as the last effects of adrenaline wore off. As per her arrangement with the rest of those who had been called to Zellara's by means of the Harrow Cards, her task was to lurk about in the hope of spotting and Shadowing someone known to be an associate of Lamm's: one of his so-called "Lambs" or ...

or ...

Her aches and pains were suddenly forgotten. There, to the Southeast, just entering a main street from a side ally. One of the two men who had chased her that night. She'd lost both him and his scrofulous partner fairly easily, big, clumsy ruffians. Conso Voicu had taken a bit more work. But this one was definitely one of Lamm's racketeers -- thugs with clubs.

How far was she from The Bookmaker? Should she follow this one ... his name might have been Orza, Orza Krillo? Or keep her appointment with Carthen.

After a few moments, it seemed she might not have to decide ... Krillo seemed to be heading in that general direction.

She made to follow at a discrete distance whilst taking every precaution to avoid seeming to be doing so.

 

To be continued ...

 

 

 

 

 

image.png.9c353d20b58ccab182af970caadc77b0.png

OOC

I'm fine either having this continue apart from Carthen's Task or maybe in parallel (e.g. his Intimidation goes against Krillo's partner whilst Caltrix continues to follow? Or completely separately if @Whitehart09 would prefer that. I've tried to set this so we can go any number of ways.

@Zen Gypsy Should I make my roll for the Shadowing Activity now, or wait for further development?

 

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