CrispyWalrus wrote:A halfling-- his hood drawn up on a blood red cloak dusty from the road-- arrives at
the Northern Light Inn in Nashkel and stands before the innkeep.
"Delphinn Veil if you please", he asks.
"I couldn't find the bleedin' Emporium's offices since the town's been so built up but
I recollected him saying he stayed here."
"What? No.. not in at the moment you say? Fine fine...", he says but his scowl belies
that fact.
"Jest tell him Sam stopped by. I had other business in the area and wanted to see if
he had any work for me yet."
Delphinn returns to the Northern Lights Inn from Baldur's Gate late at night. He strides into the rented guild hall and heads straight for the liquor. He bypasses the wine that is typical for him and reaches for the whiskey. He doesn't bother with a glass and takes the bottle over to the table. Sitting down, he pulls out several half-written letters and spreads them out on the table before him. When the innkeeper delivers a message from a hin named Sam, Delphinn grins.
"Ah yes, I remember him. I'm happy he came calling. If he returns put him up in a room at my expense. Not your finest, but not your worst either. Oh, and give him this..." Delphinn writes a brief note and then folds it neatly. He then seals the letter with wax and hands it to the innkeeper.
After the innkeeper leaves Delphinn mumbles to himself, "now to finish these letters and find some good messengers."
A letter arrives to where Delphinn is currently stayed. On the letter is stamped the seal of the Adventurer's Guild.
"Delphinn Veil,
I would like to meet with you to discuss future contracts between your organzation and my own. With the recent addition of new mercenaries to my company, we are currently willing to accept any and all contracts brought to us. There is a fee requirement, but such details can be discussed between you and I at a different date. Send word of when you're able to meet and discuss business.
Mathias Kreesor."
[DM] Protector
Once you bring life into the world, you must protect it. We must protect it by changing the world.
Delphinn opens the letter from the Adventurer's Guild and reads it quickly. His eyes race over the page. After a moment, he sets the letter to the side and reaches for pen and paper.
The former Headmistress of the N.T.E., now Thayan Ambassador to Baldur's Gate, the crimson robed Selah Shartess strides once again among the roads of Nashkel.
She pauses in reflection at the statue in honor of the N.T.E. A bemused smile tips the corner of her lips as she notes the addition of a mask hanging loose.
Shortly after she heads to the Northern lights, asking in reference to Delphinn Veil.
TheVoid wrote:Can you imagine what rw would be entitled too if we allowed npc rwot merchants? Those bald ass mothers can freakin get wargolems portaled to them and all other kinds of weapons of mass destruction.
Delphinn sits at the head of the table in his rented guild hall. He grins when the innkeeper brings word that Selah Shartess is here to see him, "Please, show her in..."
See you are settling in well Delphinn, thought I would come down and see it with my own eyes.
So what was this discussion you wanted to have?
~Sits down with the Headmaster of the N.T.E. and looks forward to a productive talk~
TheVoid wrote:Can you imagine what rw would be entitled too if we allowed npc rwot merchants? Those bald ass mothers can freakin get wargolems portaled to them and all other kinds of weapons of mass destruction.
On his next pass through Nashkel Sam once again stops in at the Northern Lights Inn and receives his letter from the deskclerk. Curious that he has been given a room he follows the bellman. After being show into a quite comfortable room he is more than pleased at the accommodations:
Grand! Simply grand! This will do nicely. Sure I will stay here to meet with Mister Veil.
Opening the letter from Delphinn he quickly scans the contents:
Please inform Mister Veil that I would be happy to meet with him whenever he has the time. I am quite aware he must be a busy man and I believe I shall be quite err... fine here.
*grinning Sam then slips 10sp to the bellman as he simultaneously looks again around the quarters he has been given with a keener eye*
And oh yeah... where do you keep the hard cider?
Azrak Blackaxe, Dwarven WarriorNyr Doch! Deezgul Silverdelve, Dwarven ChanterThe steel in dwarven spines Fastolph "Sam" Ostgood, Hin BladesmanAs good as his name... really
A man in a tricrom hat enters the Northern Lights, and approaches the front desk.
"I came to inquire about Delphinn Veil, I was told I can come an find him here if I need to speak wit him bout buisness wit the N.T.E. Tell him a man named Alec Snyder, entrepreneur of the Trade Way, stopped by. I will be in touch"
And with a tip of his hat, and a flick of a gold coin to the man behind the counter, he leaves the building.
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Delphinn walks out of the rented guild hall and heads up stairs in the Northern Lights Inn. After a few moments, he returns downstairs and speaks to the innkeeper.
"It looks like Sam isn't in his room. Please give this note to him when he returns. Oh, and if Alec Snyder ever returns, I have a message for him as well."
Delphinn hands the innkeeper two notes. One is addressed to Sam, and the other is addressed to Alec Snyder.
Delphinn wanders into the rented Guild Hall in Northern Lights Inn. He mutters a few curses about the difficulty of getting the empty wagons back from Doron Amar into Nashkel. The embargo tightening its grip on any travel between the countries. He falls back into his chair, weary from the trip to Doron Amar. He keeps his eyes closed for several minutes before the snap back open.
He begins to go through his ledger in his now daily ritual. After a few minutes, he closes it up with a solemn look, "the ink couldn't be any redder."
Delphinn places the last of his belongings into a box and carries them out of the rented Guild Hall. He hands the innkeeper the keys with a plain faced expression. "That's everything. All the rooms are cleared out, go ahead and cancel my reservations on all of them. I hope you don't mind if I still use your inn to exchange correspondence. Here, ...for your trouble should a letter arrive. I am sure you can sell it for something."
Delphinn hands the inn keeper the ring Captain Kalma HellStorm gave the young refuge girl from the Nashkel Iron Mine.
"Don't worry, I found her a good home. Thanks again for everything."
Delphinn shakes the innkeeper's hand, then leaves the inn to see the Adventurer's Guild and soon after the Mayor of Nashkel.
Delphinn leaves the Mayor's office with the answers he was seeking. His expression is matter-of-fact and seems neither elated nor dismayed. With a sigh, he then turns towards the Adventurers Guild and returns there with a letter in his hand.
Notices written with a graceful hand are posted from Baldur's Gate to Nashkel.
N.T.E. Seeks Mage and Smiths
The Nashkel Trade Emporium is seeking a mage to evaluate and appraise magical goods. In preparation of the liberation of the Nashkel Iron Mine, the Emporium is also seeking smiths to process ore and forge arms, armor, and other goods. If interested, please seek out Delphinn Veil at the Northern Lights Inn in Nashkel.
