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Continued from '''[[Stavanger Again, Now in July]]'''
Continued from '''[[Retire to Above]]'''
 
  
'''The DM:''' I will need to know what your action points are on the cartI've created a chart for calculating cart encumbrance, if you haven't already seen it.  The weather on the morning of the 20th is beautiful: clear skies, no clouds at all, pleasant weather, a gentle breeze blowingFeels like the first day of Summer.
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'''The DM:''' On the morning of July 25th, you leave Stavanger in a moderate rain, a strong steady shower, getting aboard the boat at 7 a.mThe rain doesn't matter much, since you'll only be allowed in the open once a day, for half an hour.  By the time you're allowed on deck on the 25th, you'll see the familiar peninsula north of Mimmarudla passing on the starboard side, and the rain will have eased.  You won't see anything again until the next day; it will rain all day and all night of the 25th, and still be raining the next dayBy noon on the 26th, you'll come on deck during a deluge, with heavy rain sluicing off the deck, though the sea is relatively calm.  The wind has been perfect all day and night, veering from a gentle to a moderate breeze, and the ship is making good timeYou drift below again at one o'clock, and eight hours later, at nine p.m., the ship docks in Bergen.
  
: What's more, seems very quiet this morning as you head out on your journey.
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: Master Larsen tells you the ''Morkinskib'' will be departing on the morning of the 31st; he needs four full days in Bergen to unload and load goods.  He will save your berths until then, if you wish to continue onto Trondheim.  Your paid price so far only gets you to Bergen; it will be a like price again for the next journey to Trondheim.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Quite.
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: Working out a market table for Bergen now.
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Looking for my Stavanger sheet - AP shortly.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' Funds deducted for passage. Vafrandir, can you tell me how much the party netted from the sales in Stavanger less what we gave to the hirelings? I'm assuming we're just planning to keep that as party funds for the time being?
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' We need to drop about 300 lbs. Max with the mule is 1 AP at 1350 lb, we have about 1635 lb.
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:'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' 516 after sending Nadia back to Treborg with 200 - shit, did we send Nadia back to Treborg? Yes, party funds, please.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Wow. I don't suppose that's an amount we can spread out amongst ourselves and our hirelings.
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'''Alexis:''' Never mind, found it Lexent. I've sent copies of the Bergen Market to the party.  Prices have adjusted.  Bergen has access to markets in England that Stavanger hasn't got; plus it has many more ships that travel direct from place to place, so prices are lower in Bergen than they are in Stavanger, in some things.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' I can only take about another 20 lbs. before I reach my max. 9 more will drop me from 3AP to 2.
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:'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Nice!
  
'''The DM:''' You have the strengths of each hireling; presume they're already carrying 40 lbs. of personal gear, and that they'd be ready to push themselves to 2 AP ... 1 AP if you'll provide them a 2 s.p./day bonus.
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'''The DM:''' Total time of the journey, 36 hours. Costs only 2 lb. per person per day aboard ship to eat.
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' We can give them 282 lb all told and stay at 3 AP. That leaves a little over 3 lbs which any one of us can make up the difference in.
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:'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Accounted.
  
'''The DM:''' You can eat that for breakfast on the 20th.
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'''The DM:''' Okay, you've got the equipment list; you can chat about how or if you want to approach the Hamish Ross question.  I'm out for the weekend.  I'll check in after a couple hours to see if there were any last questions.  Thank you all.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Then I believe we are off.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' Funds now up to date. Well, I think its a bit late tonight to do anything, but in the morning we could try to find the seat of government and make inquiries, and also try to search out any local Catholic communities as Hamish Ross could be known among them.
  
'''The DM:''' Figure 4 lbs. a day for travelling, eat 1½ lb. each for breakfast, then at the end of the first day you finish off with 48 total lbs. gone from eaten food.  The journey is, I remember, 14 total hours at 3 AP.  So it would be 21 at 2 AP ... so you’ve made a little less than half your distance the first day.  That leaves 11 hours at 2 AP.  Unless you want to cache some of your food at the cairn.
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'''Pandred''': Surely.
  
'''The DM:''' You have no encounters on the 20th.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' In.
 
 
'''Pandred''': That's almost too bad. We'd have eaten more of our encumbrance. Hmm, but then we'd have loaded down the cart with trophies. Tricky business.
 
 
 
'''[[Lexent]]:''' As we set up camp for the night, I cast ''Augury'' and ask the following:
 
:'''[[Lexent]]:''' "Is Hamish Ross in Norway"
 
:'''[[Lexent]]:''' "Is Hamish Ross in Denmark"
 
:'''[[Lexent]]:''' "Is Hamish Ross in Scotland"
 
 
 
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I thought about caching but we'd have to leave too much to gain any AP. We'll be fine with the longer travel.
 
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Tomorrow, can you ask if the gold can be recognized or tracked?
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'''The DM:''' In.  Sorry, slept in.
  
'''The DM:''' The answers are Yes, null, null.  You don't get answers for the last two questions.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' In.
  
'''The DM:''' From the document: “the scroll delivers a land grant to whom is apparently a Scotsman, Hamish Ross, of 8,000 acres upon the island of Askøy west of Bergen, for services rendered to Christian IV, the King of Denmark, against the Swedes in the Battle of Femern in 1644. The document was to be delivered to Ross so that he could take possession of his lands; the document is dated May the 10th, 1647.”  Which is odd, since all the coins clearly post-date 1648.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I assume we can sleep on the ship - if we want to go ashore, I don't see prices for rooms on the Market sheet you sent. Am I just missing it?
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' I can certainly ask that tomorrow. I assume the most likely place for him to be is on the island of Askøy, but I figured I'd start narrowing it down.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Let's do some poking around on Ross. I've no idea where to go, though.
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Thank you for the reminder. That's intriguing.
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'''The DM:''' Can't sleep on the ship. You'd be in the way during the loading-unloading process.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' And, if I recall, the airship showed signs of being exposed to Norwegian rains and winters for three years.
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== Staying Overnight ==
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[[File:Innkeeper.jpg|right|600px|thumb|]]
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Use the file on the right for the innkeeper for the time being.  Note [https://wiki.alexissmolensk.com/index.php/Travel#Finding_Lodging the travel page] for how an inn works.
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' That implies that the gold is not from the airship. Which I didn't think we believed as a theory but can possibly rule it out anyway.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' Well, given what we're carrying, I believe we should probably get ourselves at least 1 private room. Thoughts?
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Interesting. The pack in which the circlet and land grant were found was described as "bearing the emblem of the King of Denmark & Norway, Christian the 5th. Your king." Is this merely a typo?
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I agree. One of us can stay with the shield, the rest, I'm fine with a common room.
: '''The DM:''' Hm.  That shouldn't have been published; it was an error I thought I'd fixed before publishing. I'll clear it up.  Christian the 5th doesn't become king for a while.  Your present king is Frederick III. 
 
::'''[[Lexent]]:''' Meaning that the emblem on that pack was of Frederick III, meaning that the land grant could date to the same time as the gold, just not the airship.
 
::: '''The DM:''' That's correct.
 
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Also, cultic goblins may not have had much use for gold. Perhaps Ross may have a deeper connection to the Grond lair than we previously thought.
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'''The DM:''' Table gives a choice, doesn't it?
  
'''Pandred''': Here I thought we were about to uncover a cool conspiracy with the wrong king. Denmark-Norway got soundly beaten in the wars preceding us. Sweden pretty much runs the Baltic from what I understand.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Private rooms are a single pallet, correct?
  
'''The DM:''' OddMy first draft made that Christian V error last night; and now I find I made the same mistake months agoI draw your attention to [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frederick_III_of_Denmark#:~:text=Frederick%20III%20(Danish%3A%20Frederik%3B,until%20his%20death%20in%201670.&text=He%20instituted%20absolute%20monarchy%20in,the%20Throne%20Chair%20of%20Denmark this page on wikipedia]:
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'''The DM:''' correctLet me know when you've settled things and we can start the next dayDo you wish to ask anyone around the inn any questions?  The tavern is still in gear when you enter.
  
'''The DM:''' Don’t be too sure about that 3 year weathering; you’re not experts, it’s just a guess.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I ask around if anyone knows Hamish Ross
: Pandred, since the death of Gustavus, Sweden has been on a very slight decline; and with the end of the 30 years war, it is getting embroiled in disputes over the territory it holds on mainland Europe.  It is distracted from menacing Denmark & Norway at present.  This would be common knowledge.
 
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I assume the king who granted the land was Christian IV. The airship bearing the grant crashes shortly after (and no apparently attempt is made to recover it). Frederick III became king in 1648, mints special coins, and Hamish Ross takes possession of them. Then they find their way to Grond. The timing of the airship crash would help determine whether or not the coins were on the ship, which would be the most convenient explanation for their presence in the lair.
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'''Patron:''' "Hamish?  You mean King Hamish?"  (Hamish would be a rare name in Norway)
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Except that the bag at the airship also bore the emblem of Frederick III.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "A King? King of where?"
: '''The DM:''' Yes, I want to make sure its understood that's the case, my error nonwithstanding.
 
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Ah, ok. So then the working theory is that the gold was on the airship and was recovered/taken to the lair.
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'''The DM:''' Vafrandir’s question elicits laughter throughout the bar.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' So, a couple of possibilities:
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Ouch, haha
* Our estimates on the length of time the ship was there were wrong.
 
* The gold and bag were not on the airship when it crashed, but instead were brought there later.
 
* They started making Frederick III coins and bags before he was king.
 
* Time travel.
 
  
'''The DM:''' bursts out laughing.
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'''Patron: ''' “If you’re really interested in finding Hamish, you should try the Courtland Inn. It’s further along the waterfront.”
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Can't rule it out though ;)
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "Thank you for your help; I hope to assuage my ignorance."
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Out. We'll get to the bottom of this!
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'''The DM:''' Action?
  
'''The DM:''' Out.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Let's just get 7 private rooms. Lexent, can you pay? We'll also spring for a leg of mutton (3 sp) and a pint of meg (10 cp) each, before retiring.
  
== What to Do After Treborg? ==
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' I don't believe it is possible for this inn to have that many private rooms still available at this time of night. I ask how many private rooms are available.
'''The DM:''' In.
 
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' In. 4 lb per person for traveling for the 20th, correct?
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'''The DM:''' None. As the linked page on the Authentic wiki tells, “The number of private rooms in a common inn will be 5-8, with an additional 2-12 shared accommodations available. The latter depends on how many permanent residents lodging at present. This is the number that will be available at noon on any given day. For every hour after noon and before 6 p.m., subtract 0-2 from each total; starting with 6 p.m., subtract 1-2 from each total.”  It is well after 9 p.m. now.
: '''The DM:''' Yes.
 
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' In.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' So are our goods still aboard the ship, and may they remain there?
  
'''Marcule:''' in
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'''The DM:''' Worse, as it is a Friday, the 26th, the common room has only six spaces at this time.  Yes regarding your goods.
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' About what time do we arrive in Treborg?
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Would someone want to accompany me to the Courtland Inn to see if they have any room?
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' I believe we are still at the cairn on the evening of the 20th.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' I will. I recommend everyone else board here.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Unless we can figure out a way to pick up the pace, I believe we are slated to have to risk malady checks to even make it by the end of tomorrow.
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'''The DM:''' Pay for that and we'll move on.
  
'''The DM:''' You're probably past the cairn.  You'll have 11 hours travel tomorrow.  Let's decide first if you want to push that travel and risk accidents.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' So, which entry on the table is that?
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I have no objection to another day of travel. We are pretty loaded down. "Shortcuts make long delays."
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== The Cour and ==
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'''The DM:''' The dockside becomes more seedy as you move along north, as you learn to go when asking directions.  Eventually you come to the “Courtland,” though the ‘t’ and the ‘l’ have been rubbed out on the sign. This is a flophouse, and as you enter you find that unlike the earlier place (the “Quaypost”), there’s only a ten seat tavern and only two seats are needed for the patrons. There’s no chatter, and nothing here looks to have been clean since 1647.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Fine by me. We split up the remaining travel into two days.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I inquire as to bed availability.
  
'''Marcule:''' I agree, if we rush that might leave us in real trouble.
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'''Proprietor: ''' “Nearly all taken ... but for fine gentlemen such as yourselves, I’ve a room in the attic that would serve you better that one of the pallets downstairs.  There’s naught a place that foreigners like yourselves should visit.  There are real mattresses in the attic, though I ‘pologize, their bound to be a bit ticky.  Would 8 s.p. be enough of a bargain for yeh?”
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Is everyone else ready to sleep for the evening of the 20th?
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' It's too late to haggle. "We'll take two. Also, we were told to inquire after a certain Hamish Ross here."
  
'''The DM:''' The weather declines on the 21st declines and it lightly drizzles through the afternoon after an initial light showerYou find the wheels are getting caught in ruts, because you can’t just bang over the gaps between the rocks during your steady descentHowever, by the end of the day, there have been no encounters and you’re about three hours outside of Treborg. Continue into the 22nd?
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'''Proprietor: ''' “Oh, it’s a room unto itself, sirPrivacy for the both of you, I assure you.  Pardon me for asking ... did you say you were looking for Hamish Ross?
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' I'd like to cast ''Augury'' again first.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "That's correct."
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' I cast ''Augury'' and ask the following questions:
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'''The DM:''' He looks very surprised.
:'''[[Lexent]]:''' "Can the Frederick III Gold with the extra crowns be recognised as special or tracked?
 
:'''[[Lexent]]:''' "Is Hamish Ross on the island of Askøy?"
 
:'''[[Lexent]]:''' "Is Hamish Ross in Rogaland?"
 
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' After the Augury we can continue on to the 22nd. Food marked for the 21st.
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'''Proprietor: ''' “One moment sir. I’ll ask my girl.
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Out for a bit for lunch.
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'''The DM:''' You hear him talking beyond the door behind the bar, and a girl’s voice answering.
  
'''The DM:''' Answers: yes; no; null answer.
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'''Proprietor: '''  Marla, have you seen King Hamish tonight?
  
== Arriving in Treborg on the 22nd ==
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'''Marla: ''' He was out in the back an hour ago.
'''The DM:''' The weather is dry with hardly a breeze, and a clear blue sky.  The weather is pleasant and comfortable.  You spend those last three hours making good progress over a decent cart track ... and you draw attention from a few cotters on your way into Treborg, who can’t help noticing the height of the cart’s goods, the evident wealth of some of the objects and the look of the party, which is – shall we say – rumpled.  One or two approach to ask where you’ve come from.
 
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' "Up in the mountains a few days journey from here."
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'''The DM:''' The proprietor comes out and relays this information.
  
'''The DM:''' Since that isn’t specific, I assume you don’t want to be, and that you put off further questions politely but without giving further details.  Eventually you roll into Treborg, to your own house, where you breathe deeply to be finally at home.  This last haul has been troublesome and tiring.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "Can you tell us about him? We'd like to see him tonight if we can."
:'''[[Lexent]]:''' Correct.
 
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' How is Valda doing?
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'''Proprietor: ''' “Well sir ... it’s not my place to gossip about others; and if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re strangers to me, sirs.  Most likely best if I hold my tongue sirs.  I’d say you ought to go out back and see if he’s there.  I’m sorry I can’t let you through the back of the house, sir.  You understand I hope sir.”
  
'''The DM:''' She’s been worried about your departure. One of you came in badly hurt last time and this time she’s wondered who that’s going to be.  She’s glad to see you all safe. She has taken some of your stored meat and made sausages for you, and biscuits.  She’s also been able to create a reed matting for the floor of your house, so you’re not forced to walk on dirt, and she has a few gallons of small beer for you to drink.  Small beer is about 0.5% alcohol, and is safer to drink than well-water.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "No offense taken. Thank you for your help." Lexent, let's go around and see what we can see. When we're out of the building, I'll also mention that I don't think this the Hamish we're after.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' I thank her for her concern and her efforts and assure her that we are well. I also take the time to enjoy what she prepares for us.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' Oh, I suspect it is, and that he has fallen on hard times having expected items that never made it to him.
  
'''The DM:''' She fries up the sausage.  Before she’s done, and as Oddsdrakken begins to supervise the unloading of the cart, to store your things in the collection of tents and space that you have, a small crowd begins to gather.  They are particularly interested in the chests and the very large shield, neither of which can be practically kept hidden.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' Lodging and food paid for.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Hmm. We need to improve our methodology for returning to town in the future.
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'''The DM:''' “Out back,” after checking all the possibilities, appears not to be some sort of yard or even a stable, but in fact no more than a scummy alley, full of offal, rotten-smelling bags and a single drunk, sleeping face towards one of the alley walls.
  
'''The DM:''' The town’s governor, Mss. Hendriksen, soon arrives, advancing to the door of the party’s house, interrupting them during a dinner of sausage, involving not only the party by your hirelings I assume. “Er, h’hm.  Ladies ... Gentlemen ...” he starts.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "Oof." I cover my nose with one hand. "Hamish?" I call.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' "Yes?"
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'''The DM:''' No response.
  
'''Hendriksen''': "I’ve been asked to inquire ... that is, in a non-official fashion ... if you haven’t recently come into possession of a rather large, erm, ah ... some sort of treasure.  Begging your pardon, sirs.  And ladies."
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Thought so. I'll get closer and gently shake him.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' "While investigating some cattle disappearances from the town we found an old goblin lair. We took care of the trouble inside and found a few items for our troubles. There is a rather large shield. May I ask as to who has requested you to make such an inquiry?
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'''The DM:''' The figure groans.
  
'''Hendriksen''': "The villagers.  I am, after all, the governor.  It is in my purview to ... but, ah, I assure you, this is not ... I mean that I’m not attempting to, uh ... well, sir, you understand, you’re new to the village and you appear to be, um ... well to-do."
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "Hamish Ross?"
 
 
'''[[Lexent]]:'''[OOC] I'd like to let the rest of the party weigh in before either providing any more details or specifically declining to do so.
 
 
 
'''The DM:''' I can wait.
 
 
 
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' We have no intention of causing a panic. But I do understand their concern. But we may also not be sure if we have actually "come into possession" of anything. I would want to reassure Mss Hendricksen that we don't want to disrupt everything - the people of Treborg have been quite good to us. Perhaps we should ask to speak to him later after we've had a chance to discuss it privately. Would that be untoward?
 
 
 
'''The DM:''' “I would want” and “perhaps we should” are not actions.  I need an action, since he’s standing in front of you and the other players cannot hear your thoughts; therefore, attempting to relay your perspective at this time as though you’re all telepaths, and can work out a solution telepathically, is not kosher here.
 
 
 
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I address him directly. "Mss Hendricksen, I would like to better understand your concern. We have no desire to cause any trouble, as this town has been nothing but good to us."
 
 
 
'''Hendriksen''': "Um, no, no, I don’t wish to cause you any trouble.  Rather, if it is possible ... see, sir, it is like this.  In the last season of last year, Treborg received a lightning strike, that ... well, there’s no real way to get around saying this right out.  Our lighthouse burned down.”
 
 
 
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "Ah, I see. So you wish us to finance a new one. How much would be required for a new structure, if I may make bold?"
 
 
 
'''Hendriksen''': "Well, we have most of the funds from his honour the Count of Rogaland, but ... well ... he doesn’t feel the village is of great importance ... 200 g.p.?”
 
 
 
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "Mss. Hendriksen, would you mind if we conferred and delivered our answer after we have refreshed from our journey? We thank you for bringing this matter to our attention. It would indeed be a great boon to all of us to have a working lighthouse once more."
 
 
 
'''Hendriksen''': "Uh, yes.  Yes, that would be fine.  Of course.  Pardon me.  I, uh ... believe you know my daughter Monica.  And that you recovered in my house some weeks ago; I was not home at the time, but ... I don’t mean to imply anything, but ... uh, I just want to say you know where I live.  If you could visit me there.”
 
 
 
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "Yes, I recall. Please tell her I was most grateful for her care and hope to see her soon."
 
 
 
'''The DM:''' And on that note, out.
 
 
 
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Out.
 
 
 
'''[[Lexent]]:''' Out.
 
 
 
== Plans? ==
 
'''[[Lexent]]:''' In.
 
  
'''The DM:''' In.
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'''Drunk:''' “Damn ‘im.
  
'''[[Pandred]]''': In.
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'''The DM:''' Says it with a Scottish accent.
  
'''Marcule:''' In. -- "maybe we should consider offering something small and additional to this town proposal?"
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' "Are you him?"
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' My concern is that, excluding the Ross gold and goblin shield, we may not have even covered our expenditures for this expedition.
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'''The DM:''' Too drunk to answer.
  
'''[[Lexent]]:''' And we won't know until we sell the gemstones.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' What do you think, Lexent? Come back out in the morning?
  
'''Pandred''': Oh! That reminds me. Your divination earlier: you asked if the gold could be tracked, but I think we should re-ask if it was marked with the ''intention'' of tracking it, or something similar. I think we should keep it to the 200gp asked, but we can ask if there's anything else the town needs. Popping a little extra on top sounds gauche, or at least indirectly implies we're paying him for Vafrandir's time with his daughter, which is all kinds of improper.
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'''[[Lexent]]:''' It might be worth the investment to put him up in the common room of the courtland for the night and try to get some answers in the morning.
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' I assume Hendriksen has taken his leave for this conversation?
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'''The DM:''' Action?
  
'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' That is my concern as well, Lexent. We have outlay to our hirelings, etc. I am very wary of using the Ross gold - I don't think they would object if we changed out their share for "clean" gold, as long as we had it to spare. But we can't just take it away without replacing it. We may be able to recoup that and 200 extra after we visit Stavanger. Not to mention Marcule's loan.
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'''[[Vafrandir]]:''' Yes, let's try to get him inside. If we can get him up - if he fights too much we'll just come back.
  
'''The DM:''' Wouldn't be improper at all, at the time.  After all, if Vafrandir marries her, the father would have to pop for a Dowry; you want to help him give your own money back, don't you?
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'''The DM:''' you can pick him up, but when you try to take him inside the proprietor protests, refusing for the sake of the other patrons.  The drunk does smell awful bad.

Revision as of 13:53, 22 June 2021

Continued from Stavanger Again, Now in July

The DM: On the morning of July 25th, you leave Stavanger in a moderate rain, a strong steady shower, getting aboard the boat at 7 a.m. The rain doesn't matter much, since you'll only be allowed in the open once a day, for half an hour. By the time you're allowed on deck on the 25th, you'll see the familiar peninsula north of Mimmarudla passing on the starboard side, and the rain will have eased. You won't see anything again until the next day; it will rain all day and all night of the 25th, and still be raining the next day. By noon on the 26th, you'll come on deck during a deluge, with heavy rain sluicing off the deck, though the sea is relatively calm. The wind has been perfect all day and night, veering from a gentle to a moderate breeze, and the ship is making good time. You drift below again at one o'clock, and eight hours later, at nine p.m., the ship docks in Bergen.

Master Larsen tells you the Morkinskib will be departing on the morning of the 31st; he needs four full days in Bergen to unload and load goods. He will save your berths until then, if you wish to continue onto Trondheim. Your paid price so far only gets you to Bergen; it will be a like price again for the next journey to Trondheim.
Working out a market table for Bergen now.

Lexent: Funds deducted for passage. Vafrandir, can you tell me how much the party netted from the sales in Stavanger less what we gave to the hirelings? I'm assuming we're just planning to keep that as party funds for the time being?

Vafrandir: 516 after sending Nadia back to Treborg with 200 - shit, did we send Nadia back to Treborg? Yes, party funds, please.

Alexis: Never mind, found it Lexent. I've sent copies of the Bergen Market to the party. Prices have adjusted. Bergen has access to markets in England that Stavanger hasn't got; plus it has many more ships that travel direct from place to place, so prices are lower in Bergen than they are in Stavanger, in some things.

Vafrandir: Nice!

The DM: Total time of the journey, 36 hours. Costs only 2 lb. per person per day aboard ship to eat.

Vafrandir: Accounted.

The DM: Okay, you've got the equipment list; you can chat about how or if you want to approach the Hamish Ross question. I'm out for the weekend. I'll check in after a couple hours to see if there were any last questions. Thank you all.

Lexent: Funds now up to date. Well, I think its a bit late tonight to do anything, but in the morning we could try to find the seat of government and make inquiries, and also try to search out any local Catholic communities as Hamish Ross could be known among them.

Pandred: Surely.

Lexent: In.

The DM: In. Sorry, slept in.

Vafrandir: In.

Vafrandir: I assume we can sleep on the ship - if we want to go ashore, I don't see prices for rooms on the Market sheet you sent. Am I just missing it?

Vafrandir: Let's do some poking around on Ross. I've no idea where to go, though.

The DM: Can't sleep on the ship. You'd be in the way during the loading-unloading process.

Staying Overnight

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Use the file on the right for the innkeeper for the time being. Note the travel page for how an inn works.

Lexent: Well, given what we're carrying, I believe we should probably get ourselves at least 1 private room. Thoughts?

Vafrandir: I agree. One of us can stay with the shield, the rest, I'm fine with a common room.

The DM: Table gives a choice, doesn't it?

Vafrandir: Private rooms are a single pallet, correct?

The DM: correct. Let me know when you've settled things and we can start the next day. Do you wish to ask anyone around the inn any questions? The tavern is still in gear when you enter.

Vafrandir: I ask around if anyone knows Hamish Ross

Patron: "Hamish? You mean King Hamish?" (Hamish would be a rare name in Norway)

Vafrandir: "A King? King of where?"

The DM: Vafrandir’s question elicits laughter throughout the bar.

Vafrandir: Ouch, haha

Patron: “If you’re really interested in finding Hamish, you should try the Courtland Inn. It’s further along the waterfront.”

Vafrandir: "Thank you for your help; I hope to assuage my ignorance."

The DM: Action?

Vafrandir: Let's just get 7 private rooms. Lexent, can you pay? We'll also spring for a leg of mutton (3 sp) and a pint of meg (10 cp) each, before retiring.

Lexent: I don't believe it is possible for this inn to have that many private rooms still available at this time of night. I ask how many private rooms are available.

The DM: None. As the linked page on the Authentic wiki tells, “The number of private rooms in a common inn will be 5-8, with an additional 2-12 shared accommodations available. The latter depends on how many permanent residents lodging at present. This is the number that will be available at noon on any given day. For every hour after noon and before 6 p.m., subtract 0-2 from each total; starting with 6 p.m., subtract 1-2 from each total.” It is well after 9 p.m. now.

Lexent: So are our goods still aboard the ship, and may they remain there?

The DM: Worse, as it is a Friday, the 26th, the common room has only six spaces at this time. Yes regarding your goods.

Vafrandir: Would someone want to accompany me to the Courtland Inn to see if they have any room?

Lexent: I will. I recommend everyone else board here.

The DM: Pay for that and we'll move on.

Lexent: So, which entry on the table is that?

The Cour and

The DM: The dockside becomes more seedy as you move along north, as you learn to go when asking directions. Eventually you come to the “Courtland,” though the ‘t’ and the ‘l’ have been rubbed out on the sign. This is a flophouse, and as you enter you find that unlike the earlier place (the “Quaypost”), there’s only a ten seat tavern and only two seats are needed for the patrons. There’s no chatter, and nothing here looks to have been clean since 1647.

Vafrandir: I inquire as to bed availability.

Proprietor: “Nearly all taken ... but for fine gentlemen such as yourselves, I’ve a room in the attic that would serve you better that one of the pallets downstairs. There’s naught a place that foreigners like yourselves should visit. There are real mattresses in the attic, though I ‘pologize, their bound to be a bit ticky. Would 8 s.p. be enough of a bargain for yeh?”

Vafrandir: It's too late to haggle. "We'll take two. Also, we were told to inquire after a certain Hamish Ross here."

Proprietor: “Oh, it’s a room unto itself, sir. Privacy for the both of you, I assure you. Pardon me for asking ... did you say you were looking for Hamish Ross?”

Vafrandir: "That's correct."

The DM: He looks very surprised.

Proprietor: “One moment sir. I’ll ask my girl.”

The DM: You hear him talking beyond the door behind the bar, and a girl’s voice answering.

Proprietor: Marla, have you seen King Hamish tonight?

Marla: He was out in the back an hour ago.

The DM: The proprietor comes out and relays this information.

Vafrandir: "Can you tell us about him? We'd like to see him tonight if we can."

Proprietor: “Well sir ... it’s not my place to gossip about others; and if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re strangers to me, sirs. Most likely best if I hold my tongue sirs. I’d say you ought to go out back and see if he’s there. I’m sorry I can’t let you through the back of the house, sir. You understand I hope sir.”

Vafrandir: "No offense taken. Thank you for your help." Lexent, let's go around and see what we can see. When we're out of the building, I'll also mention that I don't think this the Hamish we're after.

Lexent: Oh, I suspect it is, and that he has fallen on hard times having expected items that never made it to him.

Lexent: Lodging and food paid for.

The DM: “Out back,” after checking all the possibilities, appears not to be some sort of yard or even a stable, but in fact no more than a scummy alley, full of offal, rotten-smelling bags and a single drunk, sleeping face towards one of the alley walls.

Vafrandir: "Oof." I cover my nose with one hand. "Hamish?" I call.

The DM: No response.

Vafrandir: Thought so. I'll get closer and gently shake him.

The DM: The figure groans.

Vafrandir: "Hamish Ross?"

Drunk: “Damn ‘im.”

The DM: Says it with a Scottish accent.

Vafrandir: "Are you him?"

The DM: Too drunk to answer.

Vafrandir: What do you think, Lexent? Come back out in the morning?

Lexent: It might be worth the investment to put him up in the common room of the courtland for the night and try to get some answers in the morning.

The DM: Action?

Vafrandir: Yes, let's try to get him inside. If we can get him up - if he fights too much we'll just come back.

The DM: you can pick him up, but when you try to take him inside the proprietor protests, refusing for the sake of the other patrons. The drunk does smell awful bad.