One Cup at a Time: A Starbucks DnD Campaign

Session 3.5 - Free Period

Note: The Discord does not have a set timeline and events can happen asynchronous. The following is my best interpretation of the events as they happen, but scenes can be revisited at anytime in the future. The DM has stressed several times to me that the events don't happen in any specific order, but my need to fit everything into a timeline has led to this. The order of these events can be retconned as needed.

~House Dimir~
(Their are many secret agents within our party, and even the real players don't know who is who at the moment. The DM has decided to tell everyone who the agents are at Session 4, though their characters still may not know for a while.)

A cold lonely wind blows down an empty alley. No one is here.
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The old manor is just as ominous and imposing as ever.  The once fashionable wrought iron gates swing ever so slightly in the chill night air.  Their occasional creaking only adding to the unsettling aura.  Once inside you would expect the damp chill to lessen, but its still there, tugging at your collar. 

"Ahh, Mr. Sunshine.  So good to see you again."  an earthy alto voice calls out from a high wingback chair, facing the empty hearth.  From your spot by the door you can make out the shadow of an arm, holding something.  A goblet perhaps?  A large ornate mirror on the mantle reflects nothing but an empty chair, and a floating goblet.  You are pretty sure it's not filled with wine.

"I have yet to hear from you about the location of our stray operative, Mr Sunshine.  You do good work, and your efforts thus far have not gone unnoticed, but I do hope that our trust has not been misplaced, Mr Sunshine."

~Azorius Senate~

Pssglr, a small blue  homunculus with long eyelashes on its single oversized eye, sits filling its nails while sitting at the front desk in New Prav, the seat of the Azorius Senate.  It's in-tray is empty.
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An Azorius recruit, clearly on his first assignment, runs through the doors of New Prav and up to the desk of Pssglr. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he says:

"Urgent message from Eliodoro, the new Justiciar of Tin Street!"

He slaps down a leather bag, and carefully removes the letter inside. He's clearly been reminded of the consequences of messing this up. He places the letter gently on the counter. It is closed with a blue wax seal bearing the Azorius insignia, and in beautiful blue calligraphy, the envelope reads:

"To The Supreme Judge Isperia, The Law Incarnate, The Inscrutable. For Your Eyes Only. From Your Humble Servant, Lawmage Eliodoro, Justiciar of Tin Street."

"Justiciar my eye."  Says Pssglr derisively.  "I'll see she gets it junior."  The homunculus continues to file its nails.

Bran was afraid to leave such an important message with this clearly dismissive... thing. He'd be assured that he could be sent down to patrol Rot Town solo if something went wrong with the delivery. And he was inclined to believe it. Everyone at the academy whispered about this Eliodoro guy. How he had that ponytail instead of the normal short cut. Those cigarettes he seemed to pull from thin air. And my god, who hadn't heard about what he did to that goblin off Tin Street!! No, he decided. I'm going to push this.

"Could you please send it up to her..now? He insisted that it's very important. Oh!"

Suddenly, he remembers that the letter wasn't all he was supposed to deliver. Out of the satchel, he produces a small bag with the ash Eliodoro retrieved from the coffin in the bank vault.

"He said she needs to see this too."

Pssglr's single eyebrow raises suspiciously, but then shrugs.  They pull out a stack of paperwork and hand it off to the young Bran.  "This needs to be filled out within the hour."  and it taps a small bell sitting on the desk.  A large snowy owl swoops down and grabs the letter and the bag of ash, and flies off further into the bureaucratic labyrinth of New Prav.