Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Campaign: Market Hall

You step into the Market Hall, to find a great space, some sixty feet long and thirty feet wide. There are many stalls set up, selling salt, beer, snuff, wine, carved wooden toys, parchment, glasswares and brass instruments, all the luxury goods made in Dachau. A twin line of pillars, surmounted by great arches holding up the twenty-foot ceiling, stand between the tables and frames supporting various goods which are hung on display. Straw has been scattered over the floor, as here and there goats, pigs and chickens roam freely between the tables along with both the patrons and artisans. These are not the merchants of the guild; the main floor is opened each Sunday for those craftsmen and peddlers who work in shops in the hills surrounding the town, who must have a protected place to sell their valuables.

At each end of the hall are a flight of stairs, without railings, which follow the end walls up into the ceiling. At the bottom of each lounge three guards, while one stands ostensibly at attention.

On the pillar nearest to the door where you enter is a notice board. On it is nailed a piece of parchment which reads, “The town Brux herewith annouces that a price guarantee will be granted for beef at 3,231 gold pieces per ton. This guarantee is valid for a delivery that arrives no later than the first day of June”

Above that is a second notice, which reads, “The town of Dachau seeks a company of soldiers who will perform duties in the defense of those good families that dwell within. There is need for no less than thirty men, well-equipped, led by a learned gentleman of quality standing. The weekly pay shall be 347 gold pieces”

And above that, a third notice, which reads, “The Lord Mayor’s election is to take place on the 24 May 1650. The following citizens have been nominated to date: The competant Lord Mayor Martin Folkes. The competant Councillor Erich Kinski. The competant Patrician Eduard Johannsen. The experience Patrician Eberhardt Hornung”

At the very bottom of these notices is a small wooden carved sign which reads, “Especially recommended today in the guild hall, Chicken pate with a good plum puree”

27 comments:

Tiberius said...

Tiberius tries to walk nonchalantly past the guards and up the stairs.

Alexis said...

The standing guard nods pleasantly at you as you pass.

Joseph said...

What does the second floor look like?

Josef Mieszko said...

(sorry - back from work now)
I'm with Tiberius on the second floor

Josef Mieszko said...

actually - no that may be too presumptous.
I'll hang back - try to engage the guards in conversation. Assuming they're amenable: "I hope to ask a question. My patron is seeking to hire guards for a journey he and I must make to Ingoldstadt.
Would you know of any armsmen, such as yourself, that might be available?"

Alexis said...

Tiberius,

The second floor has been prepared for a banquet. There are six tables, each with fourteen settings, tablecloths, pewter candlesticks, porcelain plates, copper cutlery and ceramic cups. Dinner has not yet been served, but about a dozen gentlemen and an equal number ladies are standing in the open area between the table and the left wall, gossiping. Before you can move any further forward, a shorter, well-fed man standing next to a tall, small-topped table holding only a book places a gentle hand on your shoulder. He has been looking at your fairly acceptable but road-dusted attire and asks, “Kind sir, you come from which city?”

Josef,

“Not us, sir,” says the first guard.

“Ingolstadt,” says the second, “That whore’s town? I wouldn’t go there if—”

The third guard interrupts: “I’m from Ingolstadt,” he mutters meanly.

“Ah, from,” says the second guard emphatically. “And why is that?”

“You know why.”

“I just want to hear you say it.”

Tiberius said...

Tiberius looks at the shorter man in the eye and answers with a smile and a friendly tone.

"I've recently travelled through from Munich, though I have stayed in this fair town for several weeks. My name is Tiberius. What is your name?"

Amid socializing, Tiberius will ask the following questions: "What is this banquet for?"; and "What is your occupation?"; and "Who are the other people here?"

Josef Mieszko said...

"Sirs, I've not meant to sow discord among you. I know nothing of Ingolstadt - What business my patron has in that town is no ess of mine - I've only been sent to hire guardsmen for the way - surely the long siege has left the countryside a dangerous place...
"Do you know if any of the merchants here today are from that town? Perhaps they would know also a good guardsmen that would accept more than adequate commensuration?"

Alexis said...

Tiberius,

“This is the Guild’s Hall Dinner. I am the concierge of the dinner. It is restricted to members of the Dachau merchant's guild and to visiting guild members who visit here from other towns. Are you a merchant, sir?”

Josef,

The fourth guard addresses you. “Ignore them, they’ll prattle on like that all day. I don’t doubt there’s one of the high gentlemen from Ingolstadt, but that’s none of my business.” He looks at you sideways in your thin cotton shirt and wool breeches, wearing no proper jacket. “You don’t look like anyone able to hire people that I’ve ever known.”

Josef Mieszko said...

"Indeed - no doubt you're a perceptive guard. I am of an order that undertakes a vow of poverty, and attend to the spiritual betterment of my patron." I lean in from the waist -"This is
why he trusts me with a large potion of his resources."
"I'll be on my way then..."
Speaking to the third guard "Do you have family there, or letters you would send back? I would be happy to help you, as I will be going there already..."

Alexis said...

Josef,

The third guard reacts as though you've just stabbed him through the heart. His face stiffens; his eyes gather a far away look as he stifles tears. Clearly he has been deeply wounded.

The second guard turns on you. "Now you've done it! You had to mention his family, didn't you?"

And the first guard says gently, "Perhaps you should just move along."

Josef Mieszko said...

I bob my head in mute apology and shuffle out of the hall. I will get some bread from the gasthaus and wander aimlessly in the streets, hands tucked behind back for an hour (two rings of church bells? a little over an hour? anyway...) I've got my eye out for nothing in particular and would rather be preoccupied and alone for a while.

Josef Mieszko said...

(oof...)

Tiberius said...

Tiberius gives a furtive glance around the room to see if anyone is watching. Then, he moves his hands in marked, fixed patterns, saying arcane words, aimed at the concierge.

Tiberius casts Charm Person, targeting the concierge.

Alexis said...

Josef,

A copper for the bread, please.

Alexis said...

Tiberius,

Uh, yeah.

Your spell will take one round to throw. A round lasts six seconds. You are standing face to face with the concierge. You manage to get about five words out of your mouth when the concierge will simply reach out, give you a hard push, and destroy your concentration.

You are in deep trouble. Please roll a six-sided die.

Joseph said...

Haha, I don't have any dice at the moment. I'll have to wait till after work.

Josef Mieszko said...

joseph - you could use an online die roller...

Joseph said...

Actually, it doesn't matter. The person across from me had one.

Rolled a 5.

Alexis said...

All right. You're not surprised (why would you be?) I will give you the initiative, since the concierge seems only interested in falling back and he'll be able to do so unless your desire is to strike him in the face before he cries out. Which he seems intent on doing. Your action?

Tiberius said...

Tiberius raises his hands, showing they are empty.

"Please, forgive my rudeness. If you will calm down, I will show you my papers."

Alexis said...

It may be too late to talk your way out. It's very likely the concierge has no idea what spell you were going to cast, and his heart now pounding in his chest as he imagines your intent was to destroy everyone in the building, he shouts, "GUARDS!"

You now instantly have the attention of every person in the room. Will you go quietly?

Tiberius said...

Remembering the guards at the foot of the stairs, Tiberius fears that he is trapped and imagines that running at this moment would present an even blacker picture. Tiberius stays where he is, keeping his hands visible and away from his weapons, hoping for the best, but fearing the worst.

Alexis said...

Assuming you don't resist, they will fit you with manacles, putting your hands behind your back, and lead you to the town's courthouse.

Where we will pick up the next post, likely in the next 36 hours. I want to keep my time a little more open heading into the weekend.

Joseph said...

Alrighty.

Josef Mieszko said...

(no rush) Am I aware of any members of my 'church' in the town of Dachau? My guess is no.

Assuming I had left the building before the 'incident' took place (which I'm not sure I should assume)

Was Joseph also taken away in irons?

Josef Mieszko said...

OK. I get it now that Joseph is OOC Tiberius! I'm dim.