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"Evening folks..." you hear a soft but somewhat cocky voice. A slender figure approaches from the shadows of an alley "...couldn´t help but hear the talk bout catchin the Dockward decapitator, and that´s about time if you ask me." As she enters the light from the Muleskull tavern you see a stunning half-elven redhead, eyes blue as the Sea of swords, wearing a rather worn cloak of the deepest blue, a tentacle shaped wand tucked under her belt. "The name´s Sorsha, Sorsha Fathomdeep, think I got yours. I´ve taken it upon myself to do what I can to help out where the city watch don´t care, or perhaps don´t dare to go. Glad to see there are others who would deal with this killer even though he is obviously of no concern of our beloved nobility. Perhaps we could join forces?"A brief pause, not really waiting for an answer. "We could wait for one of the half-elven sailors to walk into one of these dark alleys, or I could do the trick you just talked about and try to lure him out for us." And with that Sorsha seemingly transforms into an half-elf sailor looking like he had a few too many and are heading for some close dark alley. "I admit I could probably use some help if the killer turns up so don´t be to far behind folks."Unless stopped she then totters off into the nearest dark alley.
Uses disguise self. Deception to act like a drunken sailor:25
Oh, and a perception when needed, trying not to get ambushed if possible:17
Olaerys’s jaw drops open, first from being surprised like that, but then just looking at Sorsha, he feels that he could easily get lost in her blue eyes.... then he visibly shakes his head and stammers a reply. “Mmy name is Olaerys, but I guess you have already gathered that. We would welcome your help, and don’t you worry, we will be waiting to attack anyone who would lay a finger on you.” You see him puff out his chest and pick up the battle axe that his hand had let go to the ground. “That is a great trick that you have, and I think it will work just fine.” Notably absent is any questioning from him about details of her background or how she arrived here. Olaerys’ half elven heart is pumping hard just looking at her.... until she changed into the drunken sailor. Now, he is scratching his head and then smiling, appreciating her skills and ready to get down to business.
Guardian's hand moves to his axe as the stranger appears, and he silently berates himself for not keeping a better watch. He doesn't comment but her looks her over, determining that she isn't a threat at this point and relaxes his grip but doesn't remove his hand just yet. He definitely would prefer that Jeramiah was not the bait for this particular venture and is willing to consider her offer but is still wary of her sudden appearance. He decides to follow this new plan for the moment, hanging back a bit as he is not the most quiet fellow.
"Oh sure," Baedor says in a grump dwarven manner. Well, grumpier than the usual dwarven manner, anyway. "And if the Dockside Decapitator just walks up and says hello then I guess we'll let them join up, no questions asked!"
"If we haven't already!"
Baedor looks around at the others, all preparing to follow this newcomers lead, and grunts. "I'm sure the twelve dozens of us all lurking around will be totally unnoticeable to one whose killed so many without a clue so far... They're obvious a daft and unperceptive sort!"
But despite his grunts and complaints, Baedor follows along.
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
"Well Baedor Crackhammer, if I were the Dockward decapitator, would I draw the attention of four mighty adventurers such as yourselves." The drunken half-elf sailor turns to the dwarf, smirks and speaks, a bit disturbingly, in the same soft voice you heard before. "I will tell you folks my lifes story over a pint or two, as soon as we catch this killer. As for the part where you all stay unnoticed I agree, but we have to work with what we´ve got right?" another smirk "If I´m right our killer is quick about his work and wouldn´t care to much if he or she heard others around the corner. Anyway it´s me who´s sticking my neck out here, literally, but it´s the only way I´ve came up with, and I will stop these killings. So unless there was anything else we have to get out of the way. Just stay as close as you can without obviously following me." The drunken half-elf sailor turns again and, unless stopped, heads off for a dark alley, hoping for some company.
(A weird idea but Sorsha makes the drunken half-elf sailor 1 feet taller than her, possibly making an aim for the throat miss her altogether, or not)
(OOC: Sorry for slow post, recovering from some flu-like side effects from my second vaccination over the weekend)
Jeremiah's jaw drops as he sees Sorsha materialise from the shadows, then he spots Olaerys’s reaction, and takes a deep breath, trying (and probably failing) to act cooler..
He lets the old(er) people take charge of the arrangements for now, sharp enough to know he has a lot to learn. He keeps one hand on his dagger, and the other ready to sketch out whatever arcane sigils will be needed shortly...
After a period of time has past, Olaerys begins to walk and follow Sorsha, periodically looking up but periodically nudging and ribbing Baedor, talking about going out for a night of drinking on the town. We keep our distance, but maintain eyes on Sorsha.
Indeed, Olaerys and Baedor adopt the roles of two friends enjoying a night out and about. Not boisterous, but roaming the streets chatting. A bit of a pub crawl. Much easier ruse to pull off than skulking in shadows and hoping not to be seen. One would hope.
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We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
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"Evening folks..." you hear a soft but somewhat cocky voice. A slender figure approaches from the shadows of an alley "...couldn´t help but hear the talk bout catchin the Dockward decapitator, and that´s about time if you ask me." As she enters the light from the Muleskull tavern you see a stunning half-elven redhead, eyes blue as the Sea of swords, wearing a rather worn cloak of the deepest blue, a tentacle shaped wand tucked under her belt. "The name´s Sorsha, Sorsha Fathomdeep, think I got yours. I´ve taken it upon myself to do what I can to help out where the city watch don´t care, or perhaps don´t dare to go. Glad to see there are others who would deal with this killer even though he is obviously of no concern of our beloved nobility. Perhaps we could join forces?" A brief pause, not really waiting for an answer. "We could wait for one of the half-elven sailors to walk into one of these dark alleys, or I could do the trick you just talked about and try to lure him out for us."
And with that Sorsha seemingly transforms into an half-elf sailor looking like he had a few too many and are heading for some close dark alley. "I admit I could probably use some help if the killer turns up so don´t be to far behind folks." Unless stopped she then totters off into the nearest dark alley.
Uses disguise self. Deception to act like a drunken sailor:25
Oh, and a perception when needed, trying not to get ambushed if possible:17
Olaerys’s jaw drops open, first from being surprised like that, but then just looking at Sorsha, he feels that he could easily get lost in her blue eyes.... then he visibly shakes his head and stammers a reply. “Mmy name is Olaerys, but I guess you have already gathered that. We would welcome your help, and don’t you worry, we will be waiting to attack anyone who would lay a finger on you.” You see him puff out his chest and pick up the battle axe that his hand had let go to the ground. “That is a great trick that you have, and I think it will work just fine.” Notably absent is any questioning from him about details of her background or how she arrived here. Olaerys’ half elven heart is pumping hard just looking at her.... until she changed into the drunken sailor. Now, he is scratching his head and then smiling, appreciating her skills and ready to get down to business.
Guardian's hand moves to his axe as the stranger appears, and he silently berates himself for not keeping a better watch. He doesn't comment but her looks her over, determining that she isn't a threat at this point and relaxes his grip but doesn't remove his hand just yet. He definitely would prefer that Jeramiah was not the bait for this particular venture and is willing to consider her offer but is still wary of her sudden appearance. He decides to follow this new plan for the moment, hanging back a bit as he is not the most quiet fellow.
"Oh sure," Baedor says in a grump dwarven manner. Well, grumpier than the usual dwarven manner, anyway. "And if the Dockside Decapitator just walks up and says hello then I guess we'll let them join up, no questions asked!"
"If we haven't already!"
Baedor looks around at the others, all preparing to follow this newcomers lead, and grunts. "I'm sure the twelve dozens of us all lurking around will be totally unnoticeable to one whose killed so many without a clue so far... They're obvious a daft and unperceptive sort!"
But despite his grunts and complaints, Baedor follows along.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop
Olaerys says “Lead the way Sorsha, let’s pick our spot to set the trap.” He looks around, “If all are in agreement?”
"Very well, just tell me what you wish me to do." Guardian responds.
"Well Baedor Crackhammer, if I were the Dockward decapitator, would I draw the attention of four mighty adventurers such as yourselves." The drunken half-elf sailor turns to the dwarf, smirks and speaks, a bit disturbingly, in the same soft voice you heard before. "I will tell you folks my lifes story over a pint or two, as soon as we catch this killer. As for the part where you all stay unnoticed I agree, but we have to work with what we´ve got right?" another smirk "If I´m right our killer is quick about his work and wouldn´t care to much if he or she heard others around the corner. Anyway it´s me who´s sticking my neck out here, literally, but it´s the only way I´ve came up with, and I will stop these killings. So unless there was anything else we have to get out of the way. Just stay as close as you can without obviously following me." The drunken half-elf sailor turns again and, unless stopped, heads off for a dark alley, hoping for some company.
(A weird idea but Sorsha makes the drunken half-elf sailor 1 feet taller than her, possibly making an aim for the throat miss her altogether, or not)
(OOC: Sorry for slow post, recovering from some flu-like side effects from my second vaccination over the weekend)
Jeremiah's jaw drops as he sees Sorsha materialise from the shadows, then he spots Olaerys’s reaction, and takes a deep breath, trying (and probably failing) to act cooler..
He lets the old(er) people take charge of the arrangements for now, sharp enough to know he has a lot to learn. He keeps one hand on his dagger, and the other ready to sketch out whatever arcane sigils will be needed shortly...
After a period of time has past, Olaerys begins to walk and follow Sorsha, periodically looking up but periodically nudging and ribbing Baedor, talking about going out for a night of drinking on the town. We keep our distance, but maintain eyes on Sorsha.
Indeed, Olaerys and Baedor adopt the roles of two friends enjoying a night out and about. Not boisterous, but roaming the streets chatting. A bit of a pub crawl. Much easier ruse to pull off than skulking in shadows and hoping not to be seen. One would hope.
We're doing one small murder-y thing for a bigger, better reason. The ends justify the means.
-- Eleanor Shellstrop