[Obadiah Pog] - If Truth be told...

[Elanorîn]

[Obadiah's private little gleaming corner ]

Obadiah lie peacefully asleep in a comfortable bed in a mostly dark room where he had taken in for the night. It was nothing fancy but it was clean and sufficient. Even though the window was closed the loud revelries from outside streamed in through the thin glass. Vyne was having a Party. Much like every other night, it was coming to that time of the year and this part of Fardinn never needed much of an excuse to make merry.

Suddenly he is woken up by a series of knocks on his door. By the look of the moonlight it must be well passed midnight by now. The knock comes again, a little more determined thistime.

[Obadiah Pog]

I heave myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from eyes and wrapping the bed sheet around my waist. Muttering under my breath ("By Wee Jas, can't an honest man get a good night's sleep in this city. Filthy streets, no sanitation!"), I slide my dagger out from underneath the pillow and unsheath it.

"I'm coming, alright. Stop the hammering; you'll knock the door from its frame. Who is it, anyway?"

Before opening the door I quickly glance around the room, to make sure nothing has been disturbed. Then I cast detect evil, aiming the cone through the door.

I don't open the door unless I get a response from a voice I recognise.

(What do I know about the place I'm staying in? Is it a private household? An inn?)

[Elanorîn]

As he looks around the room it looks exactly the same as when he came in earlier in the evening. It's a decent size, with a small desk, a wardrobe, bedside table and a small rickety chest of drawers in there. His clothes neatly folded on a chair. All exactly as they were, a pair of thin curtains are still drawn by the window but let in some dim light from numerous torches outside. The room is a Standard room (the lowest of the range) of the White Ship Hotel on Meiathan Square in the Vyne District of Fardinn. Not the most respectable area but cheap, the Ship was recommended as one of the more decent places in this part of town.

The knocks stopped as he spoke but no voice is heard. A folded piece of paper slides in under the door and light footsteps rush off on the other side. There appears to be no Evil.

[We tend to post in third person. Also Out Of Character comments are always within square brackets to distinguish from the rest. You also put the exact spell/skill/ability in the ooc. ]

[Obadiah Pog]

Obadiah valiantly leaps forward at the sound of a strategic withdrawal. He rips open the door and springs into the corridor, hurriedly looking both left and right for the mysterious messenger and waving his dagger in a menacing manner!

Feeling slightly embarrased at his near nakedness, Obadiah quickly steps back into his room (desperately hoping that no one saw him in nothing but a bed sheet!). He kicks the door shut with one ankle and stabs the corner of the note with the dagger, using the blade to lift it to the bedside table. With gentle fingers, and bated breath, he teases open the note and reads it.

elanorin said:

[We tend to post in third person. Also Out Of Character comments are always within square brackets to distinguish from the rest. You also put the exact spell/skill/ability in the ooc. ]

[Fair enough I don't quite get what you mean about the spell/skill/ability though, can I get an example? ('scuse the thickness, its monday morning!)]

[Elanorîn]

The stairs are just outside his door and so he doesnt catch any glimpse of the person running down though he can hear them dashing away.

There was another man with a girl unlocking his door a bit further down the corridor when Obadiah dashes out. The man looks muddy with far too much clothes on and a huge mustache while the girl had considerably less cover by her dark red dress. A bit drunk and puzzled as to what was going on they both turn and eye Obadiah up and down. The man frown but the girl smiles widely and gives him a wink. The man sees it and opens his door with a grunt and pulls her inside.

The note is simple and scribbled quite hastily it seems:

The Blak Ones hav woke The Silvurstorm. Tonnyte.

[Obadiah Pog]

Still flushed after his impromptu meeting with a lady of the night, Obadiah stands next to the bedside table and scratches his head. The bristles rasp unpleasantly against his skin.

"Or could it have been a gentlemen of the night? Who had hired who, anyway? I suppose I could go and ask, she did seem rather friendly...Maybe they're just good friends! Must shave in the morning."

Obadiah yawns hugely, his jaws creaking.

"'scuse me. Why can't people having a party be more considerate of those sleeping? At least praying is quiet. Dammit!"

Forgetting to hold onto the sheet has the inevitable consquences as it slips to the floor...

"Next time I'm near a shop, I'm buying pyjamas. The windows in this place aren't good enough to be traipsing around in a sheet."

Obadiah suddenly remembers the note and peers at it, sniffing loudly.

"The spelling's atrocious! Where did "Tonnyte" learn to spell anyway? I wonder if it was him, or her, that delivered the note? Not sure I've heard of the "the Blak Ones", I assume that's "Black", or "the Silvurstorm"...If I ever meet this "Tonnyte", I really must teach them to spell. I think I'd recommend a season's worth of tutelage at the nearest Temple of Wee Jas...Or maybe the chapterhouse; Sir Whiteworth was always very quick with his switch, especially detested all those "their" and "there" mix ups, and what not...Oh yes, the note..."

[Knowledge (arcane) 14+1=15, Knowledge (local) 16+1=17, Knowledge (religion) 3+4=7 on the "Tonnyte", "the Blak Ones", and "the Silvurstorm"]

[Elanorîn]

Seemingly without any respect whatsoever the revelries continue outside and from the bar downstairs there is a vaguely approving collective muffled grunt heard as if someone just made a toast.

[PMed you your check results ]

[Obadiah Pog]

Obadiah stands and contemplates the note.

"Don't recognise "Tonnyte" at all. I suppose that it could be a foreign name; maybe a traveller from a far distant land!"

Obadiah wistfully stares off into the distance.

"From across the glorious sparkling ocean they came. Sailing a mighty ship with sails a glow and oars a-heaving! I wonder what is across the sea? Sir Whiteworth wasn't really into geography, or idle musings!"

"Hmmm, 'Silvurstorm' sounds vaguely familiar...Not really sure where from. If I ask around, I'm sure that I can find someone of nefarious enough character to be a 'black one', and they might be able to fill me in. Maybe even Tonnyte him, or her, self!"

"But only after a proper nights rest. Too little sleep interferes with one's digestion and leads only to grumpiness and ill behaviour. Those inconsiderate loafers downstairs being a case in point."

He hastily remakes his bed, tucking the sheet in and folding the corners neatly (and properly), before climbing back in. Folding his hands on his chest, Obadiah closes his eyes and waits for peaceful sleep to claim him.

"Just until dawn should do it..."

[Elanorîn]

Strangely enough Obadiah cannot seem to fall asleep. He twists and turns for some time but cannot seem to go back to sleep.

The noise from downstairs appears to be getting louder. On top of it all he can hear a bright female laugh that once it begins to fade, just kicks off again.

[Obadiah Pog]

Obadiah huffs loudly and stares up at the unyielding ceiling.

"I wonder if head-butting the wall, until I'm unconscious, might be more restful? At least I wouldn't have to lay here listening to a female donkey braying at the top of her lungs!"

"But what if it left a bruise?! It would be so unsightly, and I'm sure that High Priest Imogen once said that self-harm was one of the six hundred and sixty six deadly sins. I had enough blow could do considerable damage to the wall. Then I'd be bound to either repair it or pay for such repairs...I'm sure that I'd be gouged on the price of that too."

He huffs once again and yawns. His eyes watering from the pressure.

"I suppose I better go and ask them to shut up."

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, Obadiah hastily dresses, making sure that his cloak hangs just right, to properly display the gleaming shine of his armour. Hanging his sword and shield across his back, so that the pure-white swan can be seen fully, takes at least three minutes. With a dramatic flourish of his cape, he steps once more into the corridor...

[Elanorîn]

The corridor is empty and from down the stairs the loud sounds of merriment are heard even more clearly.

[Obadiah to Party thread p. 16 ;D]