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Sayre you note how wonderful the calm of the night in vasselheim is as your companions and yourself walk towards the Take.
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"It's a nice night isn't it," Sayre says to the half-elves catching some snow in her hand with a soft smile. "Stilben is either wet and miserable or hot, wet, and miserable," she adds with a smirk mentioning her hometown.
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Frilavor nodded " yes it is quite nice Im getting a little homesick myself even thought I'm falsely wanted for my fathers murder and other things that aren't as false but you get the idea " he gives a classic smirk
"Best cure for being homesick is a little adventure, to remind you what wonders exist outside your comfort zone. Emon was a great place to grow up, sure how the rebuilding efforts are going well. We should take a trip some point, when the contracts slow down, I would love to see Stilbend, I could show you the upper slums in Emon ... may have to have you choose another location for your leg of the trip Frilavor due to ... well ... the whole murder allegations ... situation." Victor saunters along, far to interested in his own musing to be terribly perceptive.
Frilavor, Your body lurches as you produce what you had for breakfast all over the snow covered path to the side of your party.
Victor, While you havent been back to Emon in some time now. You do know that in the 35 years since the Fall of the Whispered one. Emon has seen prosperity and while not as Grand and Vibrant as it was before the Attack of the Conclave, The City has been rebuilt. The only real building that is still happening in emon is In the Cloudtop district where they, To the best of your knowledge are Trying to rebuild the Soverigns Palace to act a a Home to the Council members who frequently travel.
You all arrive at the take some 5 minutes later, Allowing Frilavor sufficient time to collect himself. The Door is open; as it often is. You enter to the slightly less cold interior, It's fairly dark inside with only 1 source of light present in the room yet you can all see fine because; Dark vision.
The Take seems desolate and barren. No fire cracking in the small fire place to the side of the eating area, No Fellow Take members laughing and recalling better days. The silence of the air is broken by a Male voice, One you have heard any times before. "Well, its about time you 3 showed up, Vanessa has been damn near going mad waiting." Murtin shouts from behind a small, worn desk. "Go on in before she fleeces all of us." The Halfling barks at the 3 of you. Huntmaster Vanessa Cyndrials door is partially open, you can see a shadow pacing back and forth from the light that is strewn from the crack.
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"Victor Stillben is a hell-hole and part of my past that I'd rather not revisit," Sayre replies to Victor's misty good memories of his home. "Vasselheim is home," she exclaims grinning now holding her arms out to the city around her and twirling around in the falling snow with her tail flicking. She then stops by Frilavor making sure he's okay. "Maybe drink less next time friend," she says softly giving his back a pat! "You know you never can handle it," she adds before taking the lead with hurried footsteps towards the Take.
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"Send a faster messenger next time Murtin," Sayre retorts dryly before smirking at the halfling then walking passed him sticking near the group entering Vanessa's office.
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Sayre, You hear from beyond the door 2 different voices, One is obviously the voice of Vanessa. A Purple skinned Tiefling who could Stare down a Raging bullette. The other is a unfamiliar female voice, Whose voice was comparable to that of a mouse. It was Small, almost squeaky and barely there as if she was having trouble speaking. You overhear vanessa speaking, sounding like she is trying to help the other female speak. "So The Hand was missing? Is that it?" Vanessa is speaking slowly and cautiously. At this point both Victor and Frilavor hear it as well before you enter the office.
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Frilavor walks in claps his hands " sorry to interrupt Vanessa but Murton out there said that you wanted to see us " he smirked " so what's exactly are we hunting cause it better be pretty well paid after the last one we went on I mean we lost a good man back there I mean he wasn't the brightest but he was one of the best fighters I've seen "
"So you are looking for-" The Woman jumps at the sudden intrusion into the room and instantly covers her face while Vanessa glares at Frilavor as he claps. If looks could kill, Frilavor would be dead 10 times over from the look Vanessa gave him, It was a "Who do you think you are" look paired with a "Im gunna rip your teeth out with a pair of dirty pliers" She is not amused or happy about the lack of common courtesy.
Victor as you look over the woman, You note that she is too a Half elf. A pale olive skin with Piercing green eyes. Flowing reddish brown hair, Small in stature and gaunt. Looking as if she rarely consumes any sort of food. She is dressed in a Fine brown and gold dress that drags behind her, She looks like a frightened dog. Trying her best to hide away in the corner of the low lit room.
Vanessa Stares down Frilavor, Her pure white eyes seemingly digging into his very soul. Her whip like tail cracks on the wooden floor, Stopping any sort of movement or talk that may have occurred. Her eyes pass to each one of you and one by one you all Start to feel just how angry she is. Vanessa turns to the Female half elf, who was trying her best to hide. "It's Ok my dear, Its ok." Vanessa takes the half elfs hand in her own and leads her out of the room. You are all left alone in there for a few minutes, on the other side of the door you can all hear Vanessa asking Murtin to get the girl some food and a warm bed.
Vanessa blasts back into the room like a raging storm, Her left hand resting on the small dagger she keeps at her side. "Frilavor WHAT do you think you are doing? WHO do you think you are?" She is utterly furious and you get the sense that these are not questions to be answered. "I had just got her to finally speak and YOU barge in like you own the place and scare the poor girl all over again, You are on a short leash Frilavor. A very short leash." It's at this point, Locke walks into the room and stands beside Vanessa. The Tall human man has his arms folded behind him, His deep bronze skin is littered with scars while being incredibly muscular. No clothing or armor cover his upper body, A Pair of Red and gold pants cover his legs with a long piece of fabric hanging loose from his belt. Long white hair flows past his shoulders as his Deep brown eyes settle on the 3 of you, Not saying a word.
Sayre, You notice first that Locke is limping severely, He is clearly wounded. He shows no sign of being in pain.
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Victor cant help but grin as she give Frilavor the third degree. He gives Sayre an amused look and stifles a laugh as she mentioned "short leash" like a child in school hearing the teacher say the word "but." He quickly wipes the smile off his face and try to look somber as she keeps talking.
His excitement to learn of their next mission is building and he finds it hard to stand still, shifting from one foot to the other, looking around the room for some kind of clue.
Stepping in front of Frilavor, Sayre apologizing for her companion to Vanessa. Sayre then acknowledges Locke with a nod but does not address him looking back to Vanessa. "I do hope the girl is all right," she then adds her expression filled with honest concern. "Is this...is she the job," she then asked curiously!
Vanessa, Still rather angry sits at her desk and shifts threw a few pieces of parchment while Locke stares at the 3 of you. "Ehem, Thank you Sayre." Vanessa expresses in a calmer tone "At least one of you have some amount of decency. First of all, Lomin was a great fighter and valued individual among the Take. His loss is a blow to Us as a Group and as a Buisness." You can see the anger in her face and eyes is replaced by a moment of sadness for the fall of Lomin, but it is quickly washed away into her stoic, stern look.
"As for your contract-" She begins as Locke takes a step forward. "The Girl is the Job" His voice is Deep and Commanding. "She is Know as Solace Grethul, A friend to Myself and the Temple of Kord." As he turns and walks towards vanessa, You all see the Symbol of Kord tattooed on His back. A large Dark disc with two blue lightning bolts protruding from it. This is knowledge all of you had known for some time as well, Though none of you ever knew how Locke. A Monk of the Stormlord ever came to be a member of the Slayers Take.
"She has bore witness to a Crime in the city, That along with the issue of this" Vanessa holds aloft a piece of Parchment, At the top of the parchment you see the Symbol of the Take, This is a Contract. "This contract is a unusual one but one I believe suits your skillsets very well." She looks at all three of you, Scowling at frilavor. "There has been Killings at the Cabaret and they would like the Killer caught and brought to justice. It states in this contract that each of you will receive 2000 gold pieces if the Man or Woman who committed these Crimes are brought to justice, 1000 if the Man or Woman is killed by either of you." She places the contract on the table facing the 3 of you. " None of the information you gather or are told is to be shared publicly, Along with a few other stipulations are present." Vanessa turns towards locke "Anything to add?".
Locke's Cold eyes turn over each of you, "Only once they agree and sign to the contract, Then I will tell them what I know" His eyes briefly look down towards his left leg.
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Victors nods ever so slightly to Locke, then turns to Vanessa "Intriguing ... " His eyes are twinkling "... Brought to justice, to the local authorize or ..." he nods to Locke ... to a higher authority?"
(OOC: Can i do some kind of check to see what I know about the Caberet, any leads I may know of to show off in front of Vannessa and Locke?)
DM Says: Being a Bard, I would say yes. I want just victor to make a History check with disadvantage for this. This isnt common knowledge, not many people know about it. With victor being a bard you may have heard something about it.
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Sayre nods to Vanessa but looking back to Locke, "I'm not signing anything until I know the whole story. I'm sorry if you don't think you can trust us but that contract is binding and I'm not about to sign anything I don't fully understand," she explained crossing her arms for her chest with a firm expression at Locke.
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OOC: Roll with advantage :)
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Note: He Has disadvantage on stealth checks. That with advantage would mean a regular role.
OOC: ok
Perception: 14
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Sayre you note how wonderful the calm of the night in vasselheim is as your companions and yourself walk towards the Take.
OCC: Disadvantage but he has a +14 modifier? Interesting....
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
"It's a nice night isn't it," Sayre says to the half-elves catching some snow in her hand with a soft smile. "Stilben is either wet and miserable or hot, wet, and miserable," she adds with a smirk mentioning her hometown.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Constitution 11
Frilavor nodded " yes it is quite nice Im getting a little homesick myself even thought I'm falsely wanted for my fathers murder and other things that aren't as false but you get the idea " he gives a classic smirk
"Best cure for being homesick is a little adventure, to remind you what wonders exist outside your comfort zone. Emon was a great place to grow up, sure how the rebuilding efforts are going well. We should take a trip some point, when the contracts slow down, I would love to see Stilbend, I could show you the upper slums in Emon ... may have to have you choose another location for your leg of the trip Frilavor due to ... well ... the whole murder allegations ... situation." Victor saunters along, far to interested in his own musing to be terribly perceptive.
Frilavor, Your body lurches as you produce what you had for breakfast all over the snow covered path to the side of your party.
Victor, While you havent been back to Emon in some time now. You do know that in the 35 years since the Fall of the Whispered one. Emon has seen prosperity and while not as Grand and Vibrant as it was before the Attack of the Conclave, The City has been rebuilt. The only real building that is still happening in emon is In the Cloudtop district where they, To the best of your knowledge are Trying to rebuild the Soverigns Palace to act a a Home to the Council members who frequently travel.
You all arrive at the take some 5 minutes later, Allowing Frilavor sufficient time to collect himself. The Door is open; as it often is. You enter to the slightly less cold interior, It's fairly dark inside with only 1 source of light present in the room yet you can all see fine because; Dark vision.
The Take seems desolate and barren. No fire cracking in the small fire place to the side of the eating area, No Fellow Take members laughing and recalling better days. The silence of the air is broken by a Male voice, One you have heard any times before. "Well, its about time you 3 showed up, Vanessa has been damn near going mad waiting." Murtin shouts from behind a small, worn desk. "Go on in before she fleeces all of us." The Halfling barks at the 3 of you. Huntmaster Vanessa Cyndrials door is partially open, you can see a shadow pacing back and forth from the light that is strewn from the crack.
Before entering the take.
"Victor Stillben is a hell-hole and part of my past that I'd rather not revisit," Sayre replies to Victor's misty good memories of his home. "Vasselheim is home," she exclaims grinning now holding her arms out to the city around her and twirling around in the falling snow with her tail flicking. She then stops by Frilavor making sure he's okay. "Maybe drink less next time friend," she says softly giving his back a pat! "You know you never can handle it," she adds before taking the lead with hurried footsteps towards the Take.
At the Take:
"Send a faster messenger next time Murtin," Sayre retorts dryly before smirking at the halfling then walking passed him sticking near the group entering Vanessa's office.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Sayre, You hear from beyond the door 2 different voices, One is obviously the voice of Vanessa. A Purple skinned Tiefling who could Stare down a Raging bullette. The other is a unfamiliar female voice, Whose voice was comparable to that of a mouse. It was Small, almost squeaky and barely there as if she was having trouble speaking. You overhear vanessa speaking, sounding like she is trying to help the other female speak. "So The Hand was missing? Is that it?" Vanessa is speaking slowly and cautiously. At this point both Victor and Frilavor hear it as well before you enter the office.
Frilavor walks in claps his hands " sorry to interrupt Vanessa but Murton out there said that you wanted to see us " he smirked " so what's exactly are we hunting cause it better be pretty well paid after the last one we went on I mean we lost a good man back there I mean he wasn't the brightest but he was one of the best fighters I've seen "
Victor follows him, smiling to him self, his eyes darting between Vanessa and Frilavor, waiting to see how it unfolds.
He takes a moment to look at the other speaker in the room, looking for any indication of who she is or who she represents.
"So you are looking for-" The Woman jumps at the sudden intrusion into the room and instantly covers her face while Vanessa glares at Frilavor as he claps. If looks could kill, Frilavor would be dead 10 times over from the look Vanessa gave him, It was a "Who do you think you are" look paired with a "Im gunna rip your teeth out with a pair of dirty pliers" She is not amused or happy about the lack of common courtesy.
Victor as you look over the woman, You note that she is too a Half elf. A pale olive skin with Piercing green eyes. Flowing reddish brown hair, Small in stature and gaunt. Looking as if she rarely consumes any sort of food. She is dressed in a Fine brown and gold dress that drags behind her, She looks like a frightened dog. Trying her best to hide away in the corner of the low lit room.
Vanessa Stares down Frilavor, Her pure white eyes seemingly digging into his very soul. Her whip like tail cracks on the wooden floor, Stopping any sort of movement or talk that may have occurred. Her eyes pass to each one of you and one by one you all Start to feel just how angry she is. Vanessa turns to the Female half elf, who was trying her best to hide. "It's Ok my dear, Its ok." Vanessa takes the half elfs hand in her own and leads her out of the room. You are all left alone in there for a few minutes, on the other side of the door you can all hear Vanessa asking Murtin to get the girl some food and a warm bed.
Vanessa blasts back into the room like a raging storm, Her left hand resting on the small dagger she keeps at her side. "Frilavor WHAT do you think you are doing? WHO do you think you are?" She is utterly furious and you get the sense that these are not questions to be answered. "I had just got her to finally speak and YOU barge in like you own the place and scare the poor girl all over again, You are on a short leash Frilavor. A very short leash." It's at this point, Locke walks into the room and stands beside Vanessa. The Tall human man has his arms folded behind him, His deep bronze skin is littered with scars while being incredibly muscular. No clothing or armor cover his upper body, A Pair of Red and gold pants cover his legs with a long piece of fabric hanging loose from his belt. Long white hair flows past his shoulders as his Deep brown eyes settle on the 3 of you, Not saying a word.
Sayre, You notice first that Locke is limping severely, He is clearly wounded. He shows no sign of being in pain.
Victor cant help but grin as she give Frilavor the third degree. He gives Sayre an amused look and stifles a laugh as she mentioned "short leash" like a child in school hearing the teacher say the word "but." He quickly wipes the smile off his face and try to look somber as she keeps talking.
His excitement to learn of their next mission is building and he finds it hard to stand still, shifting from one foot to the other, looking around the room for some kind of clue.
Stepping in front of Frilavor, Sayre apologizing for her companion to Vanessa. Sayre then acknowledges Locke with a nod but does not address him looking back to Vanessa. "I do hope the girl is all right," she then adds her expression filled with honest concern. "Is this...is she the job," she then asked curiously!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Vanessa, Still rather angry sits at her desk and shifts threw a few pieces of parchment while Locke stares at the 3 of you. "Ehem, Thank you Sayre." Vanessa expresses in a calmer tone "At least one of you have some amount of decency. First of all, Lomin was a great fighter and valued individual among the Take. His loss is a blow to Us as a Group and as a Buisness." You can see the anger in her face and eyes is replaced by a moment of sadness for the fall of Lomin, but it is quickly washed away into her stoic, stern look.
"As for your contract-" She begins as Locke takes a step forward. "The Girl is the Job" His voice is Deep and Commanding. "She is Know as Solace Grethul, A friend to Myself and the Temple of Kord." As he turns and walks towards vanessa, You all see the Symbol of Kord tattooed on His back. A large Dark disc with two blue lightning bolts protruding from it. This is knowledge all of you had known for some time as well, Though none of you ever knew how Locke. A Monk of the Stormlord ever came to be a member of the Slayers Take.
"She has bore witness to a Crime in the city, That along with the issue of this" Vanessa holds aloft a piece of Parchment, At the top of the parchment you see the Symbol of the Take, This is a Contract. "This contract is a unusual one but one I believe suits your skillsets very well." She looks at all three of you, Scowling at frilavor. "There has been Killings at the Cabaret and they would like the Killer caught and brought to justice. It states in this contract that each of you will receive 2000 gold pieces if the Man or Woman who committed these Crimes are brought to justice, 1000 if the Man or Woman is killed by either of you." She places the contract on the table facing the 3 of you. " None of the information you gather or are told is to be shared publicly, Along with a few other stipulations are present." Vanessa turns towards locke "Anything to add?".
Locke's Cold eyes turn over each of you, "Only once they agree and sign to the contract, Then I will tell them what I know" His eyes briefly look down towards his left leg.
Victors nods ever so slightly to Locke, then turns to Vanessa "Intriguing ... " His eyes are twinkling "... Brought to justice, to the local authorize or ..." he nods to Locke
... to a higher authority?"
(OOC: Can i do some kind of check to see what I know about the Caberet, any leads I may know of to show off in front of Vannessa and Locke?)
DM Says: Being a Bard, I would say yes. I want just victor to make a History check with disadvantage for this. This isnt common knowledge, not many people know about it. With victor being a bard you may have heard something about it.
Sayre nods to Vanessa but looking back to Locke, "I'm not signing anything until I know the whole story. I'm sorry if you don't think you can trust us but that contract is binding and I'm not about to sign anything I don't fully understand," she explained crossing her arms for her chest with a firm expression at Locke.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.