"We should tie him up. Does anyone have rope? Maybe that old guy has rope in his room?" Quilla squeezes past the slightly confused and nervous looking half elf into the room the old gnome fled into. "Oh! Hello!" She says at seeing the water genasi "I believe I killed your assailant and we're currently keeping your assailant hostage. Would either of you have any rope?"
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
Grabbing the rope from her pack, Aquariel handed it to the second gnome. "Here." Then she gathered her bow and quiver, and headed out into the hall. She saw a nervous looking half elf standing near an open doorway that looked into another sleeping chamber. Seated on the bed was the human she had met the night before. Brash, was that his name? Also in the room, standing before a cowering figure dressed in the same manner as her attacker, was a halfing, who was speaking in an oddly powerful voice. Aquariel paused outside the doorway, taking in the scene and trying to sort out what was happening.
As he follows the group Vladofshky remembers the situation he is in. "Hey, careful with the room, my stuff still in there! And it's been a hard night already..." He grumbles as he reaches into his pouch and takes a bottle of a particularly strong smelling, yet perfectly clear, healing drought. "Hard enough that I deserve the good stuff..."
"Excuse me everyone" Quilla manages as she moves into the room "Hello sir, my name is Quilla. I'm going to tie you up now. This just as much for your own safety as ours for if you try anything stupid, our godly friend here", motioning to the halfling, "would be more than happy to dispatch of you." Cinching the rope around his wrists, Quilla looks to the rest of the group "Well? I'm Quilla, and I'd very much like to stop thinking of you as the halfling, the human, the half-elf, the old gnome and the genasi. Of course, saying our names in front of our friend here may be a problem... when we let him go." She winks to the group.
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
“HaHaHa! This will be fun to watch. A halfling slowly maiming someone. Like death by a thousand cuts. HaHaHa! Brash laughs to add to the drama and add fear to the now tied up assassin.
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"Let's start with the most obvious question, and see where that leads. Why were you trying to kill us?" The booming voice coming out of the halfling seems to falter for a moment, then calls "give me eyes to see the truth!" Suddenly her eyes glow a brilliant turquoise, and she smiles at the assassin. "You can no longer lie to me, fool."
The young half-elven assassin whimpered, eyes wide, and he slipped down the wall in sheer terror. He seemed to bubble, words coming out incoherent for a few seconds. It didn't seem like the kid could figure out what specifically to say in response to the frightening visage that Tilda presented. He tried to say something, tried to speak, but he could do little more than actually just squeak at her.
Before anyone in the room could do anything further a shadow dropped down from the ceiling. A familiar black cloaked figure now stood over the blubbering mess of a half-elf. He sighed, almost disappointed, and crouched down next to the kid.
"Gi dalhar. Vel'bol inbal dos xunor," the stranger murmured. He reached out and pulled the half-elf's chin up and stared at him for a moment. "Suust nin. Ol orn jal tlu tenu." He pulled the kid close, mostly to mask his movements but there was no mistaking the gasping sound that he made. "V'dri, waelin uss. V'dri," he mumbled, and then pulled back. The half-elf slumped over, dead, and the stranger stood up to his full height and canted his head over his shoulder to look at Tilda.
Pale eyes, a long--what seemed like fresh even--scar that crossed his entire face and just barely missed his eye, and dark hair that slipped out of the hood of his cloak. He peered at Tilda, hummed, and then said. "Clever. Drop the spell and follow me." He eyed everyone gathered in front of him. "Now."
Brash recognized him as Zenyth, the elf Rheim sent him over to in search of work.
"This is no mere magical guise, mortal. I will hear your words, though they had better contain at least as much information as we would have gotten from that assassin."The booming voice continues from Tilda's throat in defiance of the unidentified Elf's instruction. "Just who are you anyway?"This last being said to the elf's back as the group starts after him.
"I sincerely apologize, but I'm not leaving without my stuff and a few more spells prepared. And while you did deus ex machina a few of us, you'll happily wait a minute or two for us to introduce ourselves to each other and have a 'group' meeting." Quilla turns to the group "Please? We need to be on the same page before going with him."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
"Listen, all of you," Zenyth spoke, voice soft and just a bit on the side of menacing. "You are alive, and at least two of you owe me a debt. You can have a little shiny nice meet'n'greet downstairs. Right now you need to get off of this floor. Or do you want to be suddenly accused of the murder of the entire ******* tavern?" The last of his words he snarled as he turned fully around and glared at Tilda over most. "Honestly, little mage. You are fooling no one. Now either move...or you will be moved."
Zenyth folded his arms and eyed the group of them and waited. Would they listen, or would they fight him on this? He glanced to Brash, the only real one out of the group he'd even spoke to remotely before, and tilted his head.
"You don't have a lot of time, so make the choice quick," Zenyth added much more quietly.
"How about we gather our stuff and go down stairs?" Turning to the group, actively excluding the bossy newcomer, looking for conformation. "Good compromise?"
Edit: "You know what? I'm just going to get my stuff."
"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
The effects on her voice and eyes faded quickly but the fire in Tilda's eyes didn't dissipate. "Unless you were the one who bought my freedom, then your debt means nothing to me. Though I did not say I would not hear you out, only kind sir that I hoped your interference did not cost us the information on who has threatened our lives." Turning to the gnome, "I think that is an excellent idea, we wouldn't want the Authorities finding the healers kit down the hall with my name printed inside after all would we?" That last remark was directed to the elf, in an attempt to appeal to his obvious need to avoid said authorities.
"My name is Tilda Lightfoot." The introduction was directed to The Party as Tilda left the room to retrieve that very same healers kit. After it was acquired she returned to the Grumpy Elf, "Now I'm ready, but I think the others are not. But I'm not really sure what you expect to be done about this. If we leave our things they will discover we have been here just as sure as standing around and seeing us here with their own eyes."
"While the Gnome is retrieving her things perhaps we should search the bodies? They could have information on the people who sent them." While she spoke Tilda moved to the Assassin the Elf had executed to do just that.
“Listen up everyone” he tells the group, “I am Brash Of the Hillmen clan. I meet this fellow earlier this evening and I agree with him. Gather your belongings and search the bodies, then follow him. Quickly!” He orders as he begins to wave his hands at everyone like they were children in a school yard.
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Zenyth moved instantly when Tilda went to search the body. He stopped her, one hand out to the little halfling as he shielded the half-elf from view. He seemed oddly protective of the corpse he just killed, eyes narrowed and lips pulled down into a frown while he stood over the body.
"While normally I approve of actions to find more on those who attacked you, in this case, desist," Zenyth ground out. He glanced to Brash and dipped his head. "Thank you, Hillman." Zenyth waited, impatiently, for everyone to return with their items. While he did so he addressed Tilda directly. "As for you, little Cleric, you do not know the guard of Arina'lok like I do. Carric will not care that you have a healers kit, only that out of everyone in this building, you survived. To Carric those who survive are suspect."
Zenyth leaned forward so that he was close to eye level with Tilda. "You do not want to be on Carric's list of suspects," he hissed. "Trust me on that in the very least." For an elf Zenyth didn't appear to be too tall, but then the faintly green sheen to his skin betrayed him to be an elf of the forest, and they were never that tall to begin with. Not like their paler brethren.
Aquariel thought she recognized the cloaked elf from the tavern the night before. When Brash spoke, she realized she was right. She bristled at Brash's paternalistic tone and gestures: her hair thrashed wildly for a brief moment. She was impressed with the Halfling's defiance and determination. And the female gnome delighted her: such energy and confidence in such a small package. She did not completely trust the cloaked figure, but the advice was wise. Nodding she said "I don't understand what is happening here, but I will follow for the moment. First, though, I must grab my gear." Heading out the door, Aquariel returned to her room and quickly grabbed her gear, then joined the others in going downstairs.
Wordlessly, Ulrich watches the exchange between the group and the cloaked stranger. His silence was partly due to being focused on observing the situation, but mostly on account of being too startled by the halfling's booming voice and the stranger's quick execution of the assassin. Upon mention of the murder of the entire tavern, however, the severity of the situation suddenly sinks in as Ulrich hadn't previously processed the likelihood of assassins attacking the other floors, though it certainly made sense.
With the suggestion that the group retrieve their belongings before moving, Ulrich nods hesitantly in agreement, not having had the forethought to grab any of his other items in the panic of being attacked. He waits until others begin to fetch their own items before doing the same, wary of the elven newcomer, but wishing to avoid leaving behind anything that may be traced back to himself, given the circumstances. After doing so, he follows those who head downstairs, making sure to note the names of those who have introduced themselves thus far, keeping a particularly close eye on the halfling, Tilda.
Brash quickly gathers up his things and wipes whatever boos he could find from his axe and clothing. He then turns to helping the others where he can and makes his way downstairs. All the while, he can’t shake the bad feeling he has. First kicked out of the army and now this. I will never be able to restore my honor and return home he tells himself.
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"We should tie him up. Does anyone have rope? Maybe that old guy has rope in his room?" Quilla squeezes past the slightly confused and nervous looking half elf into the room the old gnome fled into. "Oh! Hello!" She says at seeing the water genasi "I believe I killed your assailant and we're currently keeping your assailant hostage. Would either of you have any rope?"
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Grabbing the rope from her pack, Aquariel handed it to the second gnome. "Here." Then she gathered her bow and quiver, and headed out into the hall. She saw a nervous looking half elf standing near an open doorway that looked into another sleeping chamber. Seated on the bed was the human she had met the night before. Brash, was that his name? Also in the room, standing before a cowering figure dressed in the same manner as her attacker, was a halfing, who was speaking in an oddly powerful voice. Aquariel paused outside the doorway, taking in the scene and trying to sort out what was happening.
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As he follows the group Vladofshky remembers the situation he is in. "Hey, careful with the room, my stuff still in there! And it's been a hard night already..." He grumbles as he reaches into his pouch and takes a bottle of a particularly strong smelling, yet perfectly clear, healing drought. "Hard enough that I deserve the good stuff..."
"Excuse me everyone" Quilla manages as she moves into the room "Hello sir, my name is Quilla. I'm going to tie you up now. This just as much for your own safety as ours for if you try anything stupid, our godly friend here", motioning to the halfling, "would be more than happy to dispatch of you." Cinching the rope around his wrists, Quilla looks to the rest of the group "Well? I'm Quilla, and I'd very much like to stop thinking of you as the halfling, the human, the half-elf, the old gnome and the genasi. Of course, saying our names in front of our friend here may be a problem... when we let him go." She winks to the group.
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“HaHaHa! This will be fun to watch. A halfling slowly maiming someone. Like death by a thousand cuts. HaHaHa! Brash laughs to add to the drama and add fear to the now tied up assassin.
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"Let's start with the most obvious question, and see where that leads. Why were you trying to kill us?" The booming voice coming out of the halfling seems to falter for a moment, then calls "give me eyes to see the truth!" Suddenly her eyes glow a brilliant turquoise, and she smiles at the assassin. "You can no longer lie to me, fool."
Cast thaumaturgy again to get the glowing eyes
Deception roll in discord (to convince him he cannot lie): 22
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
“HaHa you better talk before she eats your soul!” Brash tells him.
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The young half-elven assassin whimpered, eyes wide, and he slipped down the wall in sheer terror. He seemed to bubble, words coming out incoherent for a few seconds. It didn't seem like the kid could figure out what specifically to say in response to the frightening visage that Tilda presented. He tried to say something, tried to speak, but he could do little more than actually just squeak at her.
Before anyone in the room could do anything further a shadow dropped down from the ceiling. A familiar black cloaked figure now stood over the blubbering mess of a half-elf. He sighed, almost disappointed, and crouched down next to the kid.
"Gi dalhar. Vel'bol inbal dos xunor," the stranger murmured. He reached out and pulled the half-elf's chin up and stared at him for a moment. "Suust nin. Ol orn jal tlu tenu." He pulled the kid close, mostly to mask his movements but there was no mistaking the gasping sound that he made. "V'dri, waelin uss. V'dri," he mumbled, and then pulled back. The half-elf slumped over, dead, and the stranger stood up to his full height and canted his head over his shoulder to look at Tilda.
Pale eyes, a long--what seemed like fresh even--scar that crossed his entire face and just barely missed his eye, and dark hair that slipped out of the hood of his cloak. He peered at Tilda, hummed, and then said. "Clever. Drop the spell and follow me." He eyed everyone gathered in front of him. "Now."
Brash recognized him as Zenyth, the elf Rheim sent him over to in search of work.
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Brash stands up, axe in hand “hey! What’s this all about” he demands.
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"This is no mere magical guise, mortal. I will hear your words, though they had better contain at least as much information as we would have gotten from that assassin." The booming voice continues from Tilda's throat in defiance of the unidentified Elf's instruction. "Just who are you anyway?" This last being said to the elf's back as the group starts after him.
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
"I sincerely apologize, but I'm not leaving without my stuff and a few more spells prepared. And while you did deus ex machina a few of us, you'll happily wait a minute or two for us to introduce ourselves to each other and have a 'group' meeting." Quilla turns to the group "Please? We need to be on the same page before going with him."
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"The relevant equation is: Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass; a good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read." - Terry Pratchett
"Listen, all of you," Zenyth spoke, voice soft and just a bit on the side of menacing. "You are alive, and at least two of you owe me a debt. You can have a little shiny nice meet'n'greet downstairs. Right now you need to get off of this floor. Or do you want to be suddenly accused of the murder of the entire ******* tavern?" The last of his words he snarled as he turned fully around and glared at Tilda over most. "Honestly, little mage. You are fooling no one. Now either move...or you will be moved."
Zenyth folded his arms and eyed the group of them and waited. Would they listen, or would they fight him on this? He glanced to Brash, the only real one out of the group he'd even spoke to remotely before, and tilted his head.
"You don't have a lot of time, so make the choice quick," Zenyth added much more quietly.
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"How about we gather our stuff and go down stairs?" Turning to the group, actively excluding the bossy newcomer, looking for conformation. "Good compromise?"
Edit: "You know what? I'm just going to get my stuff."
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The effects on her voice and eyes faded quickly but the fire in Tilda's eyes didn't dissipate. "Unless you were the one who bought my freedom, then your debt means nothing to me. Though I did not say I would not hear you out, only kind sir that I hoped your interference did not cost us the information on who has threatened our lives." Turning to the gnome, "I think that is an excellent idea, we wouldn't want the Authorities finding the healers kit down the hall with my name printed inside after all would we?" That last remark was directed to the elf, in an attempt to appeal to his obvious need to avoid said authorities.
"My name is Tilda Lightfoot." The introduction was directed to The Party as Tilda left the room to retrieve that very same healers kit. After it was acquired she returned to the Grumpy Elf, "Now I'm ready, but I think the others are not. But I'm not really sure what you expect to be done about this. If we leave our things they will discover we have been here just as sure as standing around and seeing us here with their own eyes."
"While the Gnome is retrieving her things perhaps we should search the bodies? They could have information on the people who sent them." While she spoke Tilda moved to the Assassin the Elf had executed to do just that.
Investigation roll to loot body on discord: 3
If only I could be so grossly incandescent
“Listen up everyone” he tells the group, “I am Brash Of the Hillmen clan. I meet this fellow earlier this evening and I agree with him. Gather your belongings and search the bodies, then follow him. Quickly!” He orders as he begins to wave his hands at everyone like they were children in a school yard.
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Zenyth moved instantly when Tilda went to search the body. He stopped her, one hand out to the little halfling as he shielded the half-elf from view. He seemed oddly protective of the corpse he just killed, eyes narrowed and lips pulled down into a frown while he stood over the body.
"While normally I approve of actions to find more on those who attacked you, in this case, desist," Zenyth ground out. He glanced to Brash and dipped his head. "Thank you, Hillman." Zenyth waited, impatiently, for everyone to return with their items. While he did so he addressed Tilda directly. "As for you, little Cleric, you do not know the guard of Arina'lok like I do. Carric will not care that you have a healers kit, only that out of everyone in this building, you survived. To Carric those who survive are suspect."
Zenyth leaned forward so that he was close to eye level with Tilda. "You do not want to be on Carric's list of suspects," he hissed. "Trust me on that in the very least." For an elf Zenyth didn't appear to be too tall, but then the faintly green sheen to his skin betrayed him to be an elf of the forest, and they were never that tall to begin with. Not like their paler brethren.
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Aquariel thought she recognized the cloaked elf from the tavern the night before. When Brash spoke, she realized she was right. She bristled at Brash's paternalistic tone and gestures: her hair thrashed wildly for a brief moment. She was impressed with the Halfling's defiance and determination. And the female gnome delighted her: such energy and confidence in such a small package. She did not completely trust the cloaked figure, but the advice was wise. Nodding she said "I don't understand what is happening here, but I will follow for the moment. First, though, I must grab my gear." Heading out the door, Aquariel returned to her room and quickly grabbed her gear, then joined the others in going downstairs.
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Wordlessly, Ulrich watches the exchange between the group and the cloaked stranger. His silence was partly due to being focused on observing the situation, but mostly on account of being too startled by the halfling's booming voice and the stranger's quick execution of the assassin. Upon mention of the murder of the entire tavern, however, the severity of the situation suddenly sinks in as Ulrich hadn't previously processed the likelihood of assassins attacking the other floors, though it certainly made sense.
With the suggestion that the group retrieve their belongings before moving, Ulrich nods hesitantly in agreement, not having had the forethought to grab any of his other items in the panic of being attacked. He waits until others begin to fetch their own items before doing the same, wary of the elven newcomer, but wishing to avoid leaving behind anything that may be traced back to himself, given the circumstances. After doing so, he follows those who head downstairs, making sure to note the names of those who have introduced themselves thus far, keeping a particularly close eye on the halfling, Tilda.
Brash quickly gathers up his things and wipes whatever boos he could find from his axe and clothing. He then turns to helping the others where he can and makes his way downstairs. All the while, he can’t shake the bad feeling he has. First kicked out of the army and now this. I will never be able to restore my honor and return home he tells himself.
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"May I? Murder suspect or not I need my notes."
Vladofhsky enters the room to collect his belongings. When he is done he follows the rest and empties his bottle in one loud gulp.
"Ah... now I'm ready!. You can call me Vladofshky."
The bottle of healing draught heals 6 hit points.