As soon as you reach the gate you are stopped by a hand and an intent look from the guard posted out in front. There is a second guard on the other side checking papers and waving groups of people through. A large pillar sits in the middle of the gate itself edging the people into the two sides. You can see that it retracts upward, probably to let the merchant carts through.
"Halt. Papers," the guard says calmly.
At the guards prompting for papers Angelus' hand move to his forehead, his neck craning back and his eyes closed. He sighs, it had been too long since the meticulous details of civilization had entered his mind. With a wry smile, and a flash of his sapphire eyes, he attempts to persuade (7) the guard, "Ah, yes, well you see I have forgotten my papers, it slipped my mind in my haste to arrive here. However I assure you I'm here to help. I heard of the incident and I would like to lend my assistance to any of the injured, or any who need my aid in resolving it. I'm a hero you know."
Angelus was brimming confidence, and there was a glint in his eye that could be considered dangerous by some, as he relied on his charming looks and keen intellect to maneuver this little set back.
Brash makes his way closer the the military personnel."maybe I can get an ear of what is going on". Brash tries not to get too close knowing his size can draw attention to him. As he moves, he keeps an eye on those around him to get a feel for the situation.
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As his ship sails into the port, Aelar stands on the yard of the foresail, one hand against the beam for support. This has become somewhat of a ritual upon entry into Arina'lok. He gazes at the Spire in awe, the light emanating from it almost blinding at this point, as it reaches toward unknown worlds in the sky. It is a work of beauty and Aelar would appreciate it as long as he could. When the ship reaches port, he climbs down from the mast and helps with docking preparations. Once they finish up, he steps down the ramp and takes in the scene. The smell of the seawater mixed with the commotion of the docks is a sound that brought him a sense of nostalgia. The sea may be his home, but the docks were his respite. The crew has a tradition upon entry to Arina'lok. Very soon, they would make their way toward The Rusty Anchor. As he steps off of the ramp, he hears light steps coming down behind him. He turns around to see a beautiful woman with long brown hair and striking green eyes. She is as dirty and ragged as the rest of the sailors, but no amount of grime could cover her beauty.
"Ah, Mother, it seems the trip has not treated you well. You smell like a peasant with the looks to match it!" he laughs, mocking the noblemen of the city. He smiles brightly at his mother and she returns it with a witty jab of her own. "Peasant mothers make peasant sons, you dirty scoundrel. At least I got a night of fun out of it!" she spits with a laugh.
"Will you be joining us at the tavern?"
"Not immediately,"she says, glancing back toward the ship. "I have a few things to take care of before settling in."
"Alright then, just be quick. You never know when a woman will steal me away."
"You'll have to find one that can handle the smell."she says as she walks back up the ramp to the ship, glancing back with a smirk.
The crew is still finishing up final touches, so Aelar takes in the scene, watching passerby to pass the few moments before the trip to the tavern.
For the most part the port seems as it always does. Busy, bustling with merchants, and attentive. As you watch though you can see a bit of unease among those you know to be Arina'lok natives. As you have been busy traveling most of the news of the city has yet to reach you. You can catch some conversation between a few deckhands down below who help tie the ship into place.
"Can't believe they got as far as the port, can you?"
Bishop keeps his head low as he hurries along the path. "It's no surprise that these people are afraid, I too am disgusted at my appearance." Bishop is trying to take in as much of the city as possible, but it quite difficult to enjoy anything with the tension in the air. Freedom is not something is he used to. Having recently escaped a cult, he is eager to make his distance and establish a new life. Bishop grabs the prayer book that he was gifted and aimlessly flips through the pages. "I must hurry and get to the temple, the clergy will want to know of his passing. Hopefully they will welcome me in their family." Bishops increases his walking speed, but not too fast, he doesn't want to startle anyone.
By the time you reach the gate the guards step forward. A large, burley, beast of a man raises one hand, the other resting on a greataxe tied to his back.
At the guards prompting for papers Angelus' hand move to his forehead, his neck craning back and his eyes closed. He sighs, it had been too long since the meticulous details of civilization had entered his mind. With a wry smile, and a flash of his sapphire eyes, he attempts to persuade (7) the guard, "Ah, yes, well you see I have forgotten my papers, it slipped my mind in my haste to arrive here. However I assure you I'm here to help. I heard of the incident and I would like to lend my assistance to any of the injured, or any who need my aid in resolving it. I'm a hero you know."
Angelus was brimming confidence, and there was a glint in his eye that could be considered dangerous by some, as he relied on his charming looks and keen intellect to maneuver this little set back.
10perception The guard eyes you critically, but miraculously he believes you. He nods carefully, places a hand over the crest on his armor.
"Any assistance rendered would be much appreciated," he said. "Please visit the barracks." He points to the brick and wood building off to the left a little ways from the road. "The Captain can talk to you." He gave you a wide smile. "And assist in getting you new papers."
Brash makes his way closer the the military personnel."maybe I can get an ear of what is going on". Brash tries not to get too close knowing his size can draw attention to him. As he moves, he keeps an eye on those around him to get a feel for the situation.
The guards aren't tense, but they are wary. The people around you aren't nervous either. The noble ilk and soldiers returning from posts outside the city are fairly relaxed. In fact the defensives seem to merely be set up to ease the populous. Most likely in response to some sort of incident somewhere. None of the personnel are talking aside from checking papers, although you do hear the half-elf speaking in low tones to the men in front of him. He gestures off to the left.
"...encampment off to the north western side...coastline...cave systems most probably."
For the most part the port seems as it always does. Busy, bustling with merchants, and attentive. As you watch though you can see a bit of unease among those you know to be Arina'lok natives. As you have been busy traveling most of the news of the city has yet to reach you. You can catch some conversation between a few deckhands down below who help tie the ship into place.
"Can't believe they got as far as the port, can you?"
"No, no I can't. Just lucky Rheim stopped them."
"Pity about the Tavern, though. Quite liked it."
Aelar glances back to the ship to see if his crew mates are coming. They seem to be finishing up, so he walks toward the deckhands.
"Hello there!"he says with a smile and a wave. "Anything happen lately? It's been a while since we've stopped in Arina'lok. Forgive me for overhearing, but did I hear something about the Tavern?"
The city, the sheer number of people, the sights and sounds of it - for just a brief moment it manages to prove too much for Ulrich to take in all at once. He pauses momentarily, his eyes darting about quickly to take in his surroundings. People, some armed and guarding, some simply passing through, some whispering and speaking. It takes a second or two for Ulrich to adjust to it all, having never encountered so many people in a single place before. After that moment, enough for Ulrich to compose himself once more, he forces himself to continue walking forward, alternating between focusing his gaze ahead of himself or keeping a tense guard up for any signs of danger. He keeps his head low, hoping that his dark heritage is not given away by his appearance - his pale skin would be overlooked easily enough, he thought, but he'd noticed that his dark grey eyes and long white hair, tied back to be kept out of the way, were far less common than the brown or blue eyes and dark hair colors of other humans and half-elves he'd seen. Something about the air and the tone of the hushed whispers bothers Ulrich immensely. It feels unwelcoming, though to Ulrich, the whole of the world feels unwelcoming. Yet there is something different here. Here, in this city spoken of as a wondrous land of magic and history, Ulrich is certain something is amiss. He wonders if others can feel it as well, or if it only effects him - as if the city itself may reject him. Though he finds it difficult to determine the source of that feeling, he carries on nonetheless. He's already come this far, and despite the hesitation growing inside him, it would be a waste to make it here only to flee and never return. He determines his first goal upon entering the city will be to find a library, a source of information.
By the time you reach the gate the guards step forward. A large, burley, beast of a man raises one hand, the other resting on a greataxe tied to his back.
"Halt. State your business, Tiefling."
Bishop stops and looks up slowly, as not to startle the guard, and gives an awkward smile. "Well met sir, I am here on business for the temple. I have come to bring the belongings of a friend of mine who was slain in battle." Bishops lifts the book allowing the guard to see it clearly. "I assure you, I mean no harm."
For the most part the port seems as it always does. Busy, bustling with merchants, and attentive. As you watch though you can see a bit of unease among those you know to be Arina'lok natives. As you have been busy traveling most of the news of the city has yet to reach you. You can catch some conversation between a few deckhands down below who help tie the ship into place.
"Can't believe they got as far as the port, can you?"
"No, no I can't. Just lucky Rheim stopped them."
"Pity about the Tavern, though. Quite liked it."
Aelar glances back to the ship to see if his crew mates are coming. They seem to be finishing up, so he walks toward the deckhands.
"Hello there!"he says with a smile and a wave. "Anything happen lately? It's been a while since we've stopped in Arina'lok. Forgive me for overhearing, but did I hear something about the Tavern?"
One of the natives looks up, and gives you a wide smile.
"Come to share your goods again, have you?" He recognizes you from the Tavern. His smile begins to sour. "Oh yes something happened. Dreadful, terrible! Tieflings attacked Angos'lale and a few of the wretched bastards got as far as the port! Torched they place, they did. Rheim put a right stop to them, but the fires already consumed the building. She's offered discounted drinks over at the Immoral Wench though! Ever been?"
The city, the sheer number of people, the sights and sounds of it - for just a brief moment it manages to prove too much for Ulrich to take in all at once. He pauses momentarily, his eyes darting about quickly to take in his surroundings. People, some armed and guarding, some simply passing through, some whispering and speaking. It takes a second or two for Ulrich to adjust to it all, having never encountered so many people in a single place before. After that moment, enough for Ulrich to compose himself once more, he forces himself to continue walking forward, alternating between focusing his gaze ahead of himself or keeping a tense guard up for any signs of danger. He keeps his head low, hoping that his dark heritage is not given away by his appearance - his pale skin would be overlooked easily enough, he thought, but he'd noticed that his dark grey eyes and long white hair, tied back to be kept out of the way, were far less common than the brown or blue eyes and dark hair colors of other humans and half-elves he'd seen. Something about the air and the tone of the hushed whispers bothers Ulrich immensely. It feels unwelcoming, though to Ulrich, the whole of the world feels unwelcoming. Yet there is something different here. Here, in this city spoken of as a wondrous land of magic and history, Ulrich is certain something is amiss. He wonders if others can feel it as well, or if it only effects him - as if the city itself may reject him. Though he finds it difficult to determine the source of that feeling, he carries on nonetheless. He's already come this far, and despite the hesitation growing inside him, it would be a waste to make it here only to flee and never return. He determines his first goal upon entering the city will be to find a library, a source of information.
As you approach the gate for your own turn at entering a city, one of the guards holds a hand out to you. He doesn't look your way, instead focused on the Tiefling at the other side, one hand on his weapon.
"Papers," he drones, brow furrowed and lips pressed thin.
Bishop stops and looks up slowly, as not to startle the guard, and gives an awkward smile. "Well met sir, I am here on business for the temple. I have come to bring the belongings of a friend of mine who was slain in battle." Bishops lifts the book allowing the guard to see it clearly. "I assure you, I mean no harm."
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17 perception for guard
The guard eyes you up and down and takes a step forward. His hand tightens on his weapon.
"Or perhaps you killed him yourself, and aim to kill more of our precious Clerics!" he sneered, clearly not believing you.
3perception The guard eyes you critically, but miraculously he believes you. He nods carefully, places a hand over the crest on his armor.
"Any assistance rendered would be much appreciated," he said. "Please visit the barracks." He points to the brick and wood building off to the left a little ways from the road. "The Captain can talk to you." He gave you a wide smile. "And assist in getting you new papers."
Angelus gives the guard a charming smile, his own eagerness nearly emanating from him like an aura. He chirps cheerfully, "I can't wait to get started saving this city and helping those in need!" Then muttering outloud, organizing his thoughts verbally, he begins to stare at the ground and walk toward the indicated direction of the barracks heading to the left a little ways off the road, "First to the barracks, then the Captain and I'll figure out exactly who was behind this, how to stop them and ask for any victims that may have been injured in the process...It may help to know of any high ranking Wizards in the area as well, their knowledge and expertise may be invaluable. From Order comes justice!"
Whilst not thanking the guard may have been poor manners Angelus' thoughts were consumed with his new found purpose and mission in life, it was at the forefront of his thoughts. His recently imbued conscious made very pressing exactly how many wrongs he had committed and needed to right. Along with his own arcane mastery of a certain school, an inflated sense of self worth and confidence by nature of having once been a Noble, and delusions of grandeur by being "chosen" to some degree, Angelus thought of himself as an already established great hero, without actually having saved or helped anyone.
One of the natives looks up, and gives you a wide smile.
"Come to share your goods again, have you?" He recognizes you from the Tavern. His smile begins to sour. "Oh yes something happened. Dreadful, terrible! Tieflings attacked Angos'lale and a few of the wretched bastards got as far as the port! Torched they place, they did. Rheim put a right stop to them, but the fires already consumed the building. She's offered discounted drinks over at the Immoral Wench though! Ever been?"
"Oh, gods. No, I've never been. Do we know why the Tieflings attacked?"
Angelus gives the guard a charming smile, his own eagerness nearly emanating from him like an aura. He chirps cheerfully, "I can't wait to get started saving this city and helping those in need!" Then muttering outloud, organizing his thoughts verbally, he begins to stare at the ground and walk toward the indicated direction of the barracks heading to the left a little ways off the road, "First to the barracks, then the Captain and I'll figure out exactly who was behind this, how to stop them and ask for any victims that may have been injured in the process...It may help to know of any high ranking Wizards in the area as well, their knowledge and expertise may be invaluable. From Order comes justice!"
Whilst not thanking the guard may have been poor manners Angelus' thoughts were consumed with his new found purpose and mission in life, it was at the forefront of his thoughts. His recently imbued conscious made very pressing exactly how many wrongs he had committed and needed to right. Along with his own arcane mastery of a certain school, an inflated sense of self worth and confidence by nature of having once been a Noble, and delusions of grandeur by being "chosen" to some degree, Angelus thought of himself as an already established great hero, without actually having saved or helped anyone.
The barracks is settled well, and as you approach you can see a few guards outside smoking something and keeping a keen eye on the road. They seem to be on some sort of break, settled alone here outside the barracks. You can hear them muttering back and forth, but they seem to be used to elves keen hearing as they keep their words too quiet. Indeed one of them you see is clearly an elf himself, slouched against the wall of the building. He waves his hand with his pipe emphatically, and his companion laughs. They don't seem too troubled.
"Oh, gods. No, I've never been. Do we know why the Tieflings attacked?"
He shook his head, tsked, and made noises of frustration.
"That's just the thing," he said, and you could hear the in-credulousness in his voice. "No one knows! If the Guard knows anything, they ain't talking to us. And we're the ones sitting here wondering just why our favorite drinking spot got wasted!"
"Hey, can it with that talk, will you?" a light haired woman huffed. "You know the whole mess is still under investigation."
"I heard they called themselves Vyn'tasat," a third pipped up, timidly peeking around the crate he hauled. His partner on the other end rolled his eyes.
"Those little anarchy-fueled wretches? No way," he grunted.
The first, the one who started the conversation with you, sighs. "If you want to know more, head up to the Immoral Wench. Rheim's got some contacts in the Guard still. Old Military, Rheim. Plus there's good music and decent beds. Her place's parked at the edge of the market just eastways there." He gestures to where the streets even out to cobblestone. It's a small distance to travel, and surprisingly a similar distance as your usual place.
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"Ah - ah, yes, of course, papers." One thing Ulrich hadn't planned for was the need for proof or documents to pass into the city, this would be problematic. Seeing the guard distracted, though, he quickly tries to patch together an excuse to get through nonetheless. Glancing to the side to see what has the guard's attention, he notes the tiefling to the side, who seems to be judged harshly by the guard. Taking a moment to listen in on the conversation - and hearing what sounds very much like the guard's disapproval of the tiefling - Ulrich decides to take a chance to cut in, and perhaps distract the guard from the matter of the papers. "Well, actually, this fellow and I are traveling together and I can assure you he means no harm at all. You wouldn't be willing to let us pass merely on account of his looks?" Ulrich asks, edging closer to the tiefling.
He shook his head, tsked, and made noises of frustration.
"That's just the thing," he said, and you could hear the in-credulousness in his voice. "No one knows! If the Guard knows anything, they ain't talking to us. And we're the ones sitting here wondering just why our favorite drinking spot got wasted!"
"Hey, can it with that talk, will you?" a light haired woman huffed. "You know the whole mess is still under investigation."
"I heard they called themselves Vyn'tasat," a third pipped up, timidly peeking around the crate he hauled. His partner on the other end rolled his eyes.
"Those little anarchy-fueled wretches? No way," he grunted.
The first, the one who started the conversation with you, sighs. "If you want to know more, head up to the Immoral Wench. Rheim's got some contacts in the Guard still. Old Military, Rheim. Plus there's good music and decent beds. Her place's parked at the edge of the market just eastways there." He gestures to where the streets even out to cobblestone. It's a small distance to travel, and surprisingly a similar distance as your usual place.
"You know, perhaps I will try to find me an immoral wench." Aelar says with a wink and a smile. He walks back to the ship and informs the crew of the destruction of the beloved tavern and tells them about the Immoral Wench.
"I'm going to head there now. I may try to look into the Tiefling business; don't wait up for me."
Aelar leaves the ship and heads toward the Immoral Wench.
Angelus approached the relaxed guards slowly, so as not to seem to aggressive. Coming toward the barracks he cleared his throat before saying to them, "Greetings. The guard at the gate pointed me this way. He said I should meet with the captain to help with the incident that has recently occurred, and that the Captain can help me sort out getting new papers. Can you point me to the direction of the Captain? I'm eager to begin my work at once."
Bishop stops and looks up slowly, as not to startle the guard, and gives an awkward smile. "Well met sir, I am here on business for the temple. I have come to bring the belongings of a friend of mine who was slain in battle." Bishops lifts the book allowing the guard to see it clearly. "I assure you, I mean no harm."
The guard eyes you up and down and takes a step forward. His hand tightens on his weapon.
"Or perhaps you killed him yourself, and aim to kill more of our precious Clerics!" he sneered, clearly not believing you.
Bishop looks at the half-elf next to him with sincerity. "This guy is really putting himself out there despite my appearance. The guards reaction, I understand, but this guy is what has me perplexed."
Bishop looks back at the guard. "No, no I am indeed a cleric myself, a cleric of life at that, why would I want to take the life of another. Take my weapons if you like, I swear to he gods that I am not here with malicious intent. But also regarding papers, I have none as I am not exactly from this city. Could you possibly point us in the right direction to get ourselves registered. Again we mean no harm." Bishop bows his head toward the guard with his hands in front of him as sign of surrender.
"Ah - ah, yes, of course, papers." One thing Ulrich hadn't planned for was the need for proof or documents to pass into the city, this would be problematic. Seeing the guard distracted, though, he quickly tries to patch together an excuse to get through nonetheless. Glancing to the side to see what has the guard's attention, he notes the tiefling to the side, who seems to be judged harshly by the guard. Taking a moment to listen in on the conversation - and hearing what sounds very much like the guard's disapproval of the tiefling - Ulrich decides to take a chance to cut in, and perhaps distract the guard from the matter of the papers. "Well, actually, this fellow and I are traveling together and I can assure you he means no harm at all. You wouldn't be willing to let us pass merely on account of his looks?" Ulrich asks, edging closer to the tiefling.
Lenzo is disoriented by the scale of activity near the gate, and feels a great deal of apprehension about his return. He notes the differences in what he is seeing compared to what he knew about typical foot traffic in Arina'lok, but does not feel moved by it. He wonders what the changes have meant for his family, and for the Darkmast enterprise in general.
Upon hearing the scream from the person claiming to be innocent, Lenzo moves closer to the source, carefully, more interested in learning the new mores of the city than in offering help. He wants to see how law keepers behave now, the old habits of his upbringing coming back full force. He wants to learn what he can about the one being taken to the Cleric, also.
Do the guards seem to be acting differently than he remembers?
Are they wearing any insignia he would recognize from his earlier days in the city?
How is the crowd around the scene of the arrest behaving? Does it seem afraid of the guards, or is there a sense that the person being taken away has done something to warrant it? What can Lenzo overhear from the crowd around the scene of the arrest?
The scream, you note, did not come from outside the gate, but rather in the city. You can't quite make out what the commotion must be until you see several guards escorting, bound in shackles, to a side door in the post near the gate itself. Their gruff, but most of their demeanor reminds you of the few times they actually caught someone in the act--whether it be from the Guild that the Darkmast enterprise has dealings with, or just some poor kid whole stole a loaf of bread. You know the guards to have always been a bit rough; the Military kept the peace with an iron fist and the entire city knew that the guards were the Military. They were trained, efficient, and kept things as close to orderly as they could.
From this distance there is no specific insignia that you can make out marked upon the guardsmen's armor. The post at the gate itself checking papers, however, you can see are ranked higher than the usual lot to keep an eye over Angos'lale. In fact the exact insignia is for House Ealaiil; it marked the guards as under purview of Carric Ealaiil. When last you were in the city itself Carric Ealaiil was making a name for himself as a prodigious battle Cleric. Now he appears to be in command of a rather high ranking unit within the Arina'lok Military.
The crowd around the gate itself doesn't respond to the screams much. You see a few duck their heads down a bit more, then seem to realize that might make them look guilty and raise them back up. A couple of the people move a little faster through the gate, and a couple more shake their heads, sigh, and continue upon their path. The few people coming out of the city itself have their faces rather pinched, lips pressed close, and traveling clothes wrapped tight around their frame. No one speaks, and that in itself is rather odd.
Initially, Wilkas is content to ignore the disruptive noble, but after a few seconds, his curiosity gets the better of him. He walks up to one of the guardsmen near to the noble but not involved in dealing with him.
"Pray tell, good sir, who is that man causing a commotion, and what is going on here?"
Now that you've gotten closer to the gate you can recognize the noble conversing quietly to the guards. This is Carric Ealaiil, a prodigious battle Cleric and bastard son of House Ealaiil. You've not had much interaction with him over the years beyond peripherally, but you do remember how the nobility whispered about the scandalous choices House Ealaiil made in taking Carric in. Most bastard children were recognized, you knew, and plenty more went through the Military to prove themselves and to remove the shame of their birth. What made Carric's case unique was that House Ealaiil didn't peripherally recognize, but that they actively accepted him--and that he was raised among his younger half-siblings as a noble's son and heir. You can also see, now, that the guard posted at the gate itself all bear the insignia of House Ealaiil upon their armor, placing them under Carric's unit within the Military itself.
"Lord Cleric Ealaiil is just making sure of the guard postings, milord," the guardsmen you come up to says with a dip of her head. "He checks this gate every day to be certain there's been no disturbances. Eases the mind, milord, after that mess over at Angos'lale."
Can I make a History check regarding the relationship between the Darkmasts and Ealaiils? Lenzo is trying to remember what he can about Carric, and what his family's previous dealings with Carric / the Ealaiils were. If possible, Lenzo would like to use information he can remember to approach Carric (depending on the info), or decide it would be better to find his father first and foremost to get more details about what current events have transpired in the city. Vlaakith made it pretty clear she wanted Lenzo involved with the Darkmasts again, so he is wary of unnecessary distractions.
If applicable, here's my history check: 21
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Brash makes his way closer the the military personnel."maybe I can get an ear of what is going on". Brash tries not to get too close knowing his size can draw attention to him. As he moves, he keeps an eye on those around him to get a feel for the situation.
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The city, the sheer number of people, the sights and sounds of it - for just a brief moment it manages to prove too much for Ulrich to take in all at once. He pauses momentarily, his eyes darting about quickly to take in his surroundings. People, some armed and guarding, some simply passing through, some whispering and speaking. It takes a second or two for Ulrich to adjust to it all, having never encountered so many people in a single place before. After that moment, enough for Ulrich to compose himself once more, he forces himself to continue walking forward, alternating between focusing his gaze ahead of himself or keeping a tense guard up for any signs of danger. He keeps his head low, hoping that his dark heritage is not given away by his appearance - his pale skin would be overlooked easily enough, he thought, but he'd noticed that his dark grey eyes and long white hair, tied back to be kept out of the way, were far less common than the brown or blue eyes and dark hair colors of other humans and half-elves he'd seen.
Something about the air and the tone of the hushed whispers bothers Ulrich immensely. It feels unwelcoming, though to Ulrich, the whole of the world feels unwelcoming. Yet there is something different here. Here, in this city spoken of as a wondrous land of magic and history, Ulrich is certain something is amiss. He wonders if others can feel it as well, or if it only effects him - as if the city itself may reject him. Though he finds it difficult to determine the source of that feeling, he carries on nonetheless. He's already come this far, and despite the hesitation growing inside him, it would be a waste to make it here only to flee and never return. He determines his first goal upon entering the city will be to find a library, a source of information.
17 perception for guard
The guard eyes you up and down and takes a step forward. His hand tightens on his weapon.
"Or perhaps you killed him yourself, and aim to kill more of our precious Clerics!" he sneered, clearly not believing you.
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"Ah - ah, yes, of course, papers." One thing Ulrich hadn't planned for was the need for proof or documents to pass into the city, this would be problematic. Seeing the guard distracted, though, he quickly tries to patch together an excuse to get through nonetheless. Glancing to the side to see what has the guard's attention, he notes the tiefling to the side, who seems to be judged harshly by the guard. Taking a moment to listen in on the conversation - and hearing what sounds very much like the guard's disapproval of the tiefling - Ulrich decides to take a chance to cut in, and perhaps distract the guard from the matter of the papers.
"Well, actually, this fellow and I are traveling together and I can assure you he means no harm at all. You wouldn't be willing to let us pass merely on account of his looks?" Ulrich asks, edging closer to the tiefling.
Deception check: 26
Angelus approached the relaxed guards slowly, so as not to seem to aggressive. Coming toward the barracks he cleared his throat before saying to them, "Greetings. The guard at the gate pointed me this way. He said I should meet with the captain to help with the incident that has recently occurred, and that the Captain can help me sort out getting new papers. Can you point me to the direction of the Captain? I'm eager to begin my work at once."
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