The house that Kieryl found looks abandoned, unkempt and littered with graffiti of varying gangs, people, and aspiring artists. Kieryl gives a wave as he taps on the front door. You both charge your shoulders into the door, knocking it down. The crash scatters dust all about and you hear a yelp from a corner of the house. As the dust settles, you both see a wounded she-elf, huddled in a corner of the house, wrapped in a torn cloak. Her eyes look frantic as she grabs a shard of glass, pointing it at the both of you. "Don't come any closer." She says as she keeps her eyes locked on the both of you.
The man nods a few times as he stares back, "Superior...Some high tech jumbo…You must be of the Izzet then. Now you're asking of some sort of thunder glove? What's it worth to ya?" It's very hard to discern if the man knows of what your talking about. And he seems to be a mystery to you, only clear thing is that he is human.
Varis shakes his head, "No, they had masks and cloaks. Only thing that I can remember from them is their smell. They reeked of iron. Oh and I did manage to pry this off them." Varis takes out a cracked medallion with the Boros insignia upon it. "Why would the legion want Kraul eggs...something stinks besides these surface."
Iron... she mulls it over, a small horned beetle crawling out from her matted hair and coming to rest on her shoulder. Could they be blacksmiths? And the Boros Legion? I knew that they do not see eye to eye with us and they are a font of violence despite there rhetoric... but this is a act of war. They have pledge to serve justice and uphold the cities laws, not skulk around in the dark like common thieves and steal Krual eggs.
(Does Yevna know much about the Boros Legion or where they would be located in this district? History 14)
"Bargaining might work as well," Aelar says, following a few steps behind Thwuut. "One thing that stays the same, no matter what, is that we hunger for material possessions. It may be wise to try and coax the answers out without coercion, whether it be magical or nonmagical."
The man nods a few times as he stares back, "Superior...Some high tech jumbo…You must be of the Izzet then. Now you're asking of some sort of thunder glove? What's it worth to ya?" It's very hard to discern if the man knows of what your talking about. And he seems to be a mystery to you, only clear thing is that he is human.
Blitzen, unsure what to think about this performer, grins awkwardly.
"I assume you mean monetarily? I suppose a few silver for its whereabouts," he replies, unconsciously moving his hand towards his money-pouch.
"But if you could take me to it, I'm sure I could spare more."
Varis clicks his tongue, "These surface guilds have been at war with each other for a while now. My guess is someone is trying to involve the swarm or use the hatchlings like dogs...Either way we'll get them back before that happens." Varis peers out through a boarded up window, "Anyway, I say we follow their path, avoiding the open. When they rode away, they made quite a stir and I can see some of the damage they did."
Precinct two is mostly home to the modestly paid, retired soldiers, and even lawyers and the like. Boros soldiers are known to retire here and there is a garrison in the precinct as well. It is hard to describe the Legion, the swarm knows them mostly for dedication to justice and righteous, an empty concept to the swarm. While the swarm knows that the legion finds them to also be a looming threat with how large the swarm is.
"I doubt that the clansman would like zenos for their secrets. Even more so as we've had to leave her kinsmen to their fate. Although I do agree on coaxing it out of her, I'd like to not harm her either." Throom says as he leads you all to a room on a branch of the tree, a votary standing by the door. He gives a nod as he steps aside.
Through the scratches and bruises on her, you can see a stab wound on her side. She presses the cloak against the wound, keeping it shut and prevent more bleeding. Kieryl puts a hand on his mace, "Are you a civilian, member of a guild, or a gang member?" Kieryl questions her.
"Ah, ain't got a need for any zenos." the man shakes his bag of loose change before him, "You want info, I'll give it to you for info. Just a nice little secret and I can tell you about the whole thunder glove." The man gives a lopsided smile as the small creature somewhat mimics him.
Hormir gestures to Kieryl to calm down "It's okay we can help you, you'll bleed out if you stay here with that wound." Hormir kneels down and puts his weapon on the ground before approaching the elf with his hands up. "I won't hurt you I promise."
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Golgari Swarm:
Yevna nods, I agree, lets go. The sooner we follow the easier it will be and the more likely people will know which way they went.She pulls her tattered cloak tight around her figure, peering out the window to make sure no one is around. Opening the door, Yevna ducks out as quietly and inconspicuously as she can out into the street, making sure she keeps to the darker parts of the street. Turning around she motions for Varis to follow. Come, quick, lets hunt these fools like the animals they are. Yevna surveys the scene outside, trying to find the direction the thieves went and starts following the trail.
( Stealth to hide from view 16, Perception to follow trail 7 )
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Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
"I would neither consider myself authorized nor qualified to accurately answer many questions on the Izzet League, being a recent joiner, myself, but what secrets specifically would you like me to reveal?"
A woman in tribal furs sits bound on the floor of the room. She growls as you all enter the room. She struggles against the vines holding her as she aggressively wiggles as Throom comes closer, "I apologize for your companions but they left us no choice. Now, we can let you head back to your clan but we need to know something. What was that shaman making with the venom?" The clansman spits in Throom's face. He's startled as he recoils a bit, wiping the spit off him.
"Please, we are all Friends here." Thwuut reasons with the clansman. "If you let us know, you can return with no further quarrel. Perhaps your clan is missing you."
The elf glances at your weapon as you set it down, quickly putting her eyes back onto you as you approach her. "I-I'm fine." She says as she presses the cloak to her wound with her other hand, sliding herself out of the corner. As she slides, you see a small mound of bloody bandages behind her. "Just l-leave. T-they're gonna think I'm a snitch."
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Boros Legion:
The house that Kieryl found looks abandoned, unkempt and littered with graffiti of varying gangs, people, and aspiring artists. Kieryl gives a wave as he taps on the front door. You both charge your shoulders into the door, knocking it down. The crash scatters dust all about and you hear a yelp from a corner of the house. As the dust settles, you both see a wounded she-elf, huddled in a corner of the house, wrapped in a torn cloak. Her eyes look frantic as she grabs a shard of glass, pointing it at the both of you. "Don't come any closer." She says as she keeps her eyes locked on the both of you.
Izzet League:
The man nods a few times as he stares back, "Superior...Some high tech jumbo…You must be of the Izzet then. Now you're asking of some sort of thunder glove? What's it worth to ya?" It's very hard to discern if the man knows of what your talking about. And he seems to be a mystery to you, only clear thing is that he is human.
Golgari Swarm:
Varis shakes his head, "No, they had masks and cloaks. Only thing that I can remember from them is their smell. They reeked of iron. Oh and I did manage to pry this off them." Varis takes out a cracked medallion with the Boros insignia upon it. "Why would the legion want Kraul eggs...something stinks besides these surface."
Golgari Swarm:
Iron... she mulls it over, a small horned beetle crawling out from her matted hair and coming to rest on her shoulder. Could they be blacksmiths? And the Boros Legion? I knew that they do not see eye to eye with us and they are a font of violence despite there rhetoric... but this is a act of war. They have pledge to serve justice and uphold the cities laws, not skulk around in the dark like common thieves and steal Krual eggs.
(Does Yevna know much about the Boros Legion or where they would be located in this district? History 14)
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Selesnya Enclave
Thwuut will follow Throom as they discuss. "Perhaps a charm could be used if they are less loose lipped than their shaman." She suggests.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Boros Legion:
Hormir calmly shows his empty hands "Calm down we won't hurt you" Hormir looks at the she elf is she injured in any way
Perception: 8
Medicine:13
Selesnya Conclave:
"Bargaining might work as well," Aelar says, following a few steps behind Thwuut. "One thing that stays the same, no matter what, is that we hunger for material possessions. It may be wise to try and coax the answers out without coercion, whether it be magical or nonmagical."
Blitzen, unsure what to think about this performer, grins awkwardly.
"I assume you mean monetarily? I suppose a few silver for its whereabouts," he replies, unconsciously moving his hand towards his money-pouch.
"But if you could take me to it, I'm sure I could spare more."
And that's all I have to say about that.
Golgari Swarm:
Varis clicks his tongue, "These surface guilds have been at war with each other for a while now. My guess is someone is trying to involve the swarm or use the hatchlings like dogs...Either way we'll get them back before that happens." Varis peers out through a boarded up window, "Anyway, I say we follow their path, avoiding the open. When they rode away, they made quite a stir and I can see some of the damage they did."
Precinct two is mostly home to the modestly paid, retired soldiers, and even lawyers and the like. Boros soldiers are known to retire here and there is a garrison in the precinct as well. It is hard to describe the Legion, the swarm knows them mostly for dedication to justice and righteous, an empty concept to the swarm. While the swarm knows that the legion finds them to also be a looming threat with how large the swarm is.
Selesnya Conclave:
"I doubt that the clansman would like zenos for their secrets. Even more so as we've had to leave her kinsmen to their fate. Although I do agree on coaxing it out of her, I'd like to not harm her either." Throom says as he leads you all to a room on a branch of the tree, a votary standing by the door. He gives a nod as he steps aside.
Boros Legion:
Through the scratches and bruises on her, you can see a stab wound on her side. She presses the cloak against the wound, keeping it shut and prevent more bleeding. Kieryl puts a hand on his mace, "Are you a civilian, member of a guild, or a gang member?" Kieryl questions her.
Izzet League:
"Ah, ain't got a need for any zenos." the man shakes his bag of loose change before him, "You want info, I'll give it to you for info. Just a nice little secret and I can tell you about the whole thunder glove." The man gives a lopsided smile as the small creature somewhat mimics him.
Selesnya Conclave:
Aelar enters the room and looks around. "I have a spell or two that may be able to coax it out, hopefully they aren't that mentally tough."
Boros Legion:
Hormir gestures to Kieryl to calm down "It's okay we can help you, you'll bleed out if you stay here with that wound." Hormir kneels down and puts his weapon on the ground before approaching the elf with his hands up. "I won't hurt you I promise."
Golgari Swarm:
Yevna nods, I agree, lets go. The sooner we follow the easier it will be and the more likely people will know which way they went. She pulls her tattered cloak tight around her figure, peering out the window to make sure no one is around. Opening the door, Yevna ducks out as quietly and inconspicuously as she can out into the street, making sure she keeps to the darker parts of the street. Turning around she motions for Varis to follow. Come, quick, lets hunt these fools like the animals they are. Yevna surveys the scene outside, trying to find the direction the thieves went and starts following the trail.
( Stealth to hide from view 16, Perception to follow trail 7 )
Yevna Galanodel - Wood Elf | Level 8 | Druid/Circle of Spores 6 - Ranger 2 - Ravnica
Nyx - Satyr | Level 9 | Rouge/Swashbuckler 5 - Bard/Collage of Lore 4 - Lost Mine of Phandelver/Storm King's Thunder
Blitzen frowns.
"I would neither consider myself authorized nor qualified to accurately answer many questions on the Izzet League, being a recent joiner, myself, but what secrets specifically would you like me to reveal?"
And that's all I have to say about that.
Selesnya Enclave
Thwuut will keep quiet as they arrive, and she will attempt to stay closeby to Throom.
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Selesnya Conclave:
A woman in tribal furs sits bound on the floor of the room. She growls as you all enter the room. She struggles against the vines holding her as she aggressively wiggles as Throom comes closer, "I apologize for your companions but they left us no choice. Now, we can let you head back to your clan but we need to know something. What was that shaman making with the venom?" The clansman spits in Throom's face. He's startled as he recoils a bit, wiping the spit off him.
Selesnya Enclave
"Please, we are all Friends here." Thwuut reasons with the clansman. "If you let us know, you can return with no further quarrel. Perhaps your clan is missing you."
Current Player In: The Guild as Elsara Deepmoon
Boros Legion:
The elf glances at your weapon as you set it down, quickly putting her eyes back onto you as you approach her. "I-I'm fine." She says as she presses the cloak to her wound with her other hand, sliding herself out of the corner. As she slides, you see a small mound of bloody bandages behind her. "Just l-leave. T-they're gonna think I'm a snitch."