"Doppelganger," Tara corrects absently as she opens her pack and pulls out a large sheaf of notes, a mace crafted of a strange material like bone, a large box of pens and calligrapher's supplies, a crossbow of strange make, a bone flute, the emblem (a blue dragon curled around a book) that she had out earlier, and an assortment of camping supplies. "Changelings are the original creatures, still present in Eberron today in their original form. It is theorized that doppelgangers are changelings corrupted by the daelkyr, possibly Dyrrn the Corruptor. Doppelgangers are more psionically powerful and have a desire to create chaos." She delivers the mildly confusing explanation without missing a beat, still rooting through her bag before she finally tops the pile off with a detailed map of Khorvaire that, surprisingly, has no Sivis mark on it. "The residue I found was certainly from a doppelganger. Also, a journal presents an interesting conundrum. I wonder what happened first, her murder or the search of her room?"
The yellow light on the face of the warfroged would rotate in what could be interpenetrated as a heavy eyeroll. He would wait a moment before sliding his hand inside the left side of his jacket... and then he would slide his other hand in the other side of his jacket. "While I don't have the journal. I did find a message for you..." he would say as his disk shaped head looks down to the left and right at the contents inside his jacket. He would then look up towards Squall as he opens his jacket wide, revealing the words "Screw" and "You" written in bright phosphorous letters across the interior of his black leather coat. Looking past the brightly colored letters, countless tools seem to line the inside of the jacket. Wire, lockpicks, daggers, climbing tools, a crowbar, and more. The warforged would the reach behind his back, past the revolver holstered on his hip and remove a bag from the small of his back under his jacket. He would then turn and dump the contents on the bed, revealing a rope, playing cards, a coin pouch, and a set of common clothing. "Satisfied?" Jax would ask in a slightly elevated tone as he moved his arms back and allowed his jacket to slide off his shoulders. He would then toss his surprisingly heavy jacket towards the half elf. Without the thick black jacket covering his body, the warforged was essentially naked outside of a belt that held a few other small tools and his holster. Although the room was dark, deep gouges and old scorch marks remain visible across his surprisingly thin metal frame. in between the warforged's metal plates, countless strands of wire and sown together to for a metalic mesh, protecting whatever might be underneath. "Do you have any more commands, or am I free to continue my investigation into who murdered your fellow house member." He would ask as he stood perfectly still like a glowing metalic gargoyle.
Lucky bites back a snort of laughter at Salqwyn's demand. Oh, an empty pack doesn't mean much, my friend. Plenty of time to steal a journal and stash it somewhere safe. Or not so safe. Depends how carefully planned this was. Doesn't feel planned, but then, what do I know? He starts humming a tune to himself, nothing too jaunty given the recent death, but just enough to annoy the sorcerer (he hopes), and he takes a look out of the open window.
(What would the law be in a case like this, in terms of who has authority to investigate? Are we all going to be arrested when we reach our destination for tampering with evidence?)
Virnen wordlessly drops his longbow, quiver, both of his sheathed short swords, his adventuring gear, a large mysterious tooth, and a retractable Elven quarterstaff. "If one of us were the murderer, don't you think he would have taken off by now?" he says pointedly at Salqwyn.
Virnen glances at Tara for a second before focusing back on Salqwyn. "I think it's clear none of us have the journal, and I'm not stripping down any further. Can we continue?"
Jax would pick up his equipment and wave off the glowing text inside his jacket before putting it back on. "I don't think he is your property. You have no authority to command him to do anything." The warforged would say as he takes a step towards Squall. "You are a passenger on this ship like the rest of us. Since you have nonautority here, you can either aid us in our investigation or you can launch your own... alone." Jax would say in a very matter of fact tone. "Can we continue our investigation now?" He would ask before turning away from the half elf and leaving her in the dark as he looked away from her in search of clues.
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Lucky, Shifter Bard
Lucky is busy looking out of the window (Perception18), all the time humming to himself. After a while, and several long seconds after Salqwyn has spoken, he finally turns and gives her his most winning smile. Oh, sweetheart, be my guest. His bag is slung over one shoulder, and he tosses it to her and turns his back. Not this, though. He waggles his notebook at her, holding it tightly. A gentleman never reveals his sources.
(The bag contains little of note; some blank pages, ink, a change of clothes, sealing wax and soap. His lyre and lute are not in there, but are strapped to his armour in various out-of-the-way places.)
He turns to Jax, and nods. Hopefully Her Nosiness is done, and we can get back to figuring out what happened here.
Tara begins repacking her things neatly and quickly, folding the map, closing the pen case, and tucking everything into various pockets until it's all neatly away. "I wonder what was in the journal, and what the motivation was. If it was working for daelkyr, perhaps the elementals? Of course, it might have been on its own, which means Chronepsis only knows motives. What is the purpose of your journal, Lucky? What do you take notes on?" she adds eagerly.
Contemplating the situation, Virnen's eyes soften. He gathers his things and turns to Salqwyn. "I'm sorry for being rude, and for everything that is happening here. It can't be easy for you. I just want to help."
Everyone finishes putting their things back in order as the awkward silence grows. Moving things out of the mess looking for clues. You do not find the journal the missing page belongs to. There are her personal things: clothing, a Lyrandar was stamp, a pouch with the equivalent of 60 gold pieces, a hairbrush, make up, blank journals and quills. You feel fairly confident you didn’t miss much of anything in your search.
Lucky looks out the window as he braces his hand on the sill and sticks his head out against the wind. (Like 15-20 miles an hour) adjusting his vision in the sun, he sees the clouds have grown in the distance as the ship is clearly on a route to miss most of it. Looking up he sees some sails and the engine and wing whirring on the side. The blue spinning engine light flickers for a moment before BOOM! The engine explodes in an eruption of smoke and arcane energy. A heavy dip on the starboard side flings everyone to the wall as Lucky makes a dex save: 18 (DC: 12)
Lucky flings halfway out the window before he catches his grip and tosses himself back inside on top of the pile of bodies and bed linens that now lay beneath him. You can feel a steady descent the ship is taking.
Aw, shit,Lucky cries as he pulls himself back inside. Engine blew up! he shouts informatively. Guess our murderer's not done yet; they're taking the whole ship down. He stands, grabs his bag, checks he's got his recording stone and notebook, helps the others up if needed, and runs out of the room.
(Where are the escape pods? Are there escape pods?)
Tara's head snaps up, and she immediately grabs her bag. "Zoe-nope, no Zoe, figure it out yourself, stay calm, you're not going to die," she mutters to herself grimly. "Stay calm, collect information." She looks at the others, face slightly panicked, but more or less under control now. "Engine blew up, that's bad, how do we get off this, actually we're going down kind of slow, and oh I'm fine." She takes out her emblem and begins rubbing it nervously. "Ourelonastrix watch over us," she breathes softly.
"We are losing altitude quickly. Tara, would you be willing to assist me in repairing the engine?" The warforged would ask as he collects the coins, journals, and quills. The yellow light would turn a deep shade of red as Jax turned to leave to room. He would head down the hall, looking for a way to access the blown engine and any members of the crew that could provide him with needed tools.
Tara's eyes go wide at Jax's request, but she nods, taking several deep breaths. "Uuuh, yes, I suppose I can, yes." She hurries after the warforged. "I believe I know the theories of this, and I can give you a blessing from Ourelonastrix." She quickly reaches up and taps the warforged's shoulder, a soft blue glow surrounding her hand and then transferring to Jax. "Breathe, breathe, breathe breathe breathe breathebreathebreathe..." she mutters to herself as she moves along the halls quickly. "Not the first life-threatening situation you've been in, yes the first one without Zoe and you're falling out of the sky and there's nobody to catch-nope nope nope, breathebreathebreathebreathe."
Leaping quickly to her feet Salqwyn made her way to the deck with surprising ease given the situation. “Captain does the ship still have an elemental? And a wheel of wind and water?”
Without waiting for an answer she runs to the ships wheel and takes hold trying to gain telepathic contact with the ships elemental.
(Two ways to get to the blown engine: 1 safe- out the room, up the ladder, across the deck and onto the side wing. Or B: quick - climb out the window and climb out to the wing.)
(ooc: Jax will go the safe route, hoping to encounter crewman along the way)
Jax will make his way out of the room, moving quickly up the ladder and racing across the deck."We require tinker's tools and Smith's tools!" The warforged would shout to any nearby crewman along the way to the damaged engine. Once he was close to the engine, he would quickly inspect the damage while pulling a small disk from inside his jacket. After tapping the top of the disk, small legs would sprout from the sides small metal hockey puck shaped object. a second later the tiny mechanical creature would leap from the warforged hand and begin mending the physical damage done to the engine and its housing.
As the warforged works to repair what he can, he would look back to Tara. "please try to remain calm. You have the knowledge we require to repair this craft. I have created devices capable if flight but nothing this large. I require your aid" He would say as the red light flickers a bit in what could be worry.
Then if Lucky and Virnen are also present, he would look to then as well. "Perhaps you could help locate any additional components that are in need if repair... or move to protect the other engine" He would add before returning to his repairs.
Tara, Variant Human Knowledge Domain Cleric
"Doppelganger," Tara corrects absently as she opens her pack and pulls out a large sheaf of notes, a mace crafted of a strange material like bone, a large box of pens and calligrapher's supplies, a crossbow of strange make, a bone flute, the emblem (a blue dragon curled around a book) that she had out earlier, and an assortment of camping supplies. "Changelings are the original creatures, still present in Eberron today in their original form. It is theorized that doppelgangers are changelings corrupted by the daelkyr, possibly Dyrrn the Corruptor. Doppelgangers are more psionically powerful and have a desire to create chaos." She delivers the mildly confusing explanation without missing a beat, still rooting through her bag before she finally tops the pile off with a detailed map of Khorvaire that, surprisingly, has no Sivis mark on it. "The residue I found was certainly from a doppelganger. Also, a journal presents an interesting conundrum. I wonder what happened first, her murder or the search of her room?"
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Jax - Warforged artificer
The yellow light on the face of the warfroged would rotate in what could be interpenetrated as a heavy eyeroll. He would wait a moment before sliding his hand inside the left side of his jacket... and then he would slide his other hand in the other side of his jacket. "While I don't have the journal. I did find a message for you..." he would say as his disk shaped head looks down to the left and right at the contents inside his jacket. He would then look up towards Squall as he opens his jacket wide, revealing the words "Screw" and "You" written in bright phosphorous letters across the interior of his black leather coat. Looking past the brightly colored letters, countless tools seem to line the inside of the jacket. Wire, lockpicks, daggers, climbing tools, a crowbar, and more. The warforged would the reach behind his back, past the revolver holstered on his hip and remove a bag from the small of his back under his jacket. He would then turn and dump the contents on the bed, revealing a rope, playing cards, a coin pouch, and a set of common clothing. "Satisfied?" Jax would ask in a slightly elevated tone as he moved his arms back and allowed his jacket to slide off his shoulders. He would then toss his surprisingly heavy jacket towards the half elf. Without the thick black jacket covering his body, the warforged was essentially naked outside of a belt that held a few other small tools and his holster. Although the room was dark, deep gouges and old scorch marks remain visible across his surprisingly thin metal frame. in between the warforged's metal plates, countless strands of wire and sown together to for a metalic mesh, protecting whatever might be underneath. "Do you have any more commands, or am I free to continue my investigation into who murdered your fellow house member." He would ask as he stood perfectly still like a glowing metalic gargoyle.
Lucky, Shifter Bard
Lucky bites back a snort of laughter at Salqwyn's demand. Oh, an empty pack doesn't mean much, my friend. Plenty of time to steal a journal and stash it somewhere safe. Or not so safe. Depends how carefully planned this was. Doesn't feel planned, but then, what do I know? He starts humming a tune to himself, nothing too jaunty given the recent death, but just enough to annoy the sorcerer (he hopes), and he takes a look out of the open window.
(What would the law be in a case like this, in terms of who has authority to investigate? Are we all going to be arrested when we reach our destination for tampering with evidence?)
Virnen Palaris - Wood Elf Ranger-
Virnen wordlessly drops his longbow, quiver, both of his sheathed short swords, his adventuring gear, a large mysterious tooth, and a retractable Elven quarterstaff. "If one of us were the murderer, don't you think he would have taken off by now?" he says pointedly at Salqwyn.
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
Tara, Variant Human Knowledge Domain Cleric
"Unless the killer believed we were a good bet for getting something they missed," Tara points out cheerfully.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Virnen Palaris - Wood Elf Ranger-
Virnen glances at Tara for a second before focusing back on Salqwyn. "I think it's clear none of us have the journal, and I'm not stripping down any further. Can we continue?"
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
Salqwyn "Squall" d'Lyrandar / Half-elf Sorcerer
Nodding to each as they show their belongings Salqwyn focuses her attention on the shifter. “You might be right but I am going to have to insist.”
(Ooc unless I missed it t lucky has not yet complied)
jax - Warforged artificer.
Jax would pick up his equipment and wave off the glowing text inside his jacket before putting it back on. "I don't think he is your property. You have no authority to command him to do anything." The warforged would say as he takes a step towards Squall. "You are a passenger on this ship like the rest of us. Since you have nonautority here, you can either aid us in our investigation or you can launch your own... alone." Jax would say in a very matter of fact tone. "Can we continue our investigation now?" He would ask before turning away from the half elf and leaving her in the dark as he looked away from her in search of clues.
Lucky, Shifter Bard
Lucky is busy looking out of the window (Perception 18), all the time humming to himself. After a while, and several long seconds after Salqwyn has spoken, he finally turns and gives her his most winning smile. Oh, sweetheart, be my guest. His bag is slung over one shoulder, and he tosses it to her and turns his back. Not this, though. He waggles his notebook at her, holding it tightly. A gentleman never reveals his sources.
(The bag contains little of note; some blank pages, ink, a change of clothes, sealing wax and soap. His lyre and lute are not in there, but are strapped to his armour in various out-of-the-way places.)
He turns to Jax, and nods. Hopefully Her Nosiness is done, and we can get back to figuring out what happened here.
Tara, Varian Human Knowledge Domain Cleric
Tara begins repacking her things neatly and quickly, folding the map, closing the pen case, and tucking everything into various pockets until it's all neatly away. "I wonder what was in the journal, and what the motivation was. If it was working for daelkyr, perhaps the elementals? Of course, it might have been on its own, which means Chronepsis only knows motives. What is the purpose of your journal, Lucky? What do you take notes on?" she adds eagerly.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Virnen Palaris - Wood Elf Ranger
Contemplating the situation, Virnen's eyes soften. He gathers his things and turns to Salqwyn. "I'm sorry for being rude, and for everything that is happening here. It can't be easy for you. I just want to help."
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
Everyone finishes putting their things back in order as the awkward silence grows. Moving things out of the mess looking for clues. You do not find the journal the missing page belongs to. There are her personal things: clothing, a Lyrandar was stamp, a pouch with the equivalent of 60 gold pieces, a hairbrush, make up, blank journals and quills. You feel fairly confident you didn’t miss much of anything in your search.
Lucky looks out the window as he braces his hand on the sill and sticks his head out against the wind. (Like 15-20 miles an hour) adjusting his vision in the sun, he sees the clouds have grown in the distance as the ship is clearly on a route to miss most of it. Looking up he sees some sails and the engine and wing whirring on the side. The blue spinning engine light flickers for a moment before BOOM! The engine explodes in an eruption of smoke and arcane energy. A heavy dip on the starboard side flings everyone to the wall as Lucky makes a dex save: 18 (DC: 12)
Lucky flings halfway out the window before he catches his grip and tosses himself back inside on top of the pile of bodies and bed linens that now lay beneath him. You can feel a steady descent the ship is taking.
What would you like to do?
Virnen Palaris - Wood Elf Ranger
Virnen attempts to struggle to his feet. "Is everyone okay? What is happening?"
Fortune's Founders - An Eberron Tale: Virnen Palaris, Wood Elf Ranger (2)
Lucky, Shifter Bard
Aw, shit, Lucky cries as he pulls himself back inside. Engine blew up! he shouts informatively. Guess our murderer's not done yet; they're taking the whole ship down. He stands, grabs his bag, checks he's got his recording stone and notebook, helps the others up if needed, and runs out of the room.
(Where are the escape pods? Are there escape pods?)
Tara, Variant Human Knowledge Domain Cleric
Tara's head snaps up, and she immediately grabs her bag. "Zoe-nope, no Zoe, figure it out yourself, stay calm, you're not going to die," she mutters to herself grimly. "Stay calm, collect information." She looks at the others, face slightly panicked, but more or less under control now. "Engine blew up, that's bad, how do we get off this, actually we're going down kind of slow, and oh I'm fine." She takes out her emblem and begins rubbing it nervously. "Ourelonastrix watch over us," she breathes softly.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"We are losing altitude quickly. Tara, would you be willing to assist me in repairing the engine?" The warforged would ask as he collects the coins, journals, and quills. The yellow light would turn a deep shade of red as Jax turned to leave to room. He would head down the hall, looking for a way to access the blown engine and any members of the crew that could provide him with needed tools.
Tara, Variant Human Knowledge Domain Cleric
Tara's eyes go wide at Jax's request, but she nods, taking several deep breaths. "Uuuh, yes, I suppose I can, yes." She hurries after the warforged. "I believe I know the theories of this, and I can give you a blessing from Ourelonastrix." She quickly reaches up and taps the warforged's shoulder, a soft blue glow surrounding her hand and then transferring to Jax. "Breathe, breathe, breathe breathe breathe breathebreathebreathe..." she mutters to herself as she moves along the halls quickly. "Not the first life-threatening situation you've been in, yes the first one without Zoe and you're falling out of the sky and there's nobody to catch-nope nope nope, breathebreathebreathebreathe."
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Salqwyn "Squall" d'Lyrandar / Half-elf Sorcerer
Leaping quickly to her feet Salqwyn made her way to the deck with surprising ease given the situation. “Captain does the ship still have an elemental? And a wheel of wind and water?”
Without waiting for an answer she runs to the ships wheel and takes hold trying to gain telepathic contact with the ships elemental.
(Two ways to get to the blown engine: 1 safe- out the room, up the ladder, across the deck and onto the side wing. Or B: quick - climb out the window and climb out to the wing.)
(ooc: Jax will go the safe route, hoping to encounter crewman along the way)
Jax will make his way out of the room, moving quickly up the ladder and racing across the deck."We require tinker's tools and Smith's tools!" The warforged would shout to any nearby crewman along the way to the damaged engine. Once he was close to the engine, he would quickly inspect the damage while pulling a small disk from inside his jacket. After tapping the top of the disk, small legs would sprout from the sides small metal hockey puck shaped object. a second later the tiny mechanical creature would leap from the warforged hand and begin mending the physical damage done to the engine and its housing.
As the warforged works to repair what he can, he would look back to Tara. "please try to remain calm. You have the knowledge we require to repair this craft. I have created devices capable if flight but nothing this large. I require your aid" He would say as the red light flickers a bit in what could be worry.
Then if Lucky and Virnen are also present, he would look to then as well. "Perhaps you could help locate any additional components that are in need if repair... or move to protect the other engine" He would add before returning to his repairs.
arcana/tools 19 plus guidance 2