Once the conversation with the girl has concluded...
Sunny rises and moves to the others quickly. "If what the Captain Sadao said is true, time is more urgent than originally thought. The count of victims is now 6. The Seventh would happen tomorrow night and likely be the last as it was said to avoid completing to a Hakkai (Eight). We should be off quickly to the Trollyard location."
Before the girl walks away Sylvio whispers to her “If ever you wish-a to leave the streets... there is a place... for children with-a no parents... I know-a the owner and can get-a you a bed there. If-a you are interested in getting off-a the streets...”
Sweeps nods at Sunny as she shares her suspicions. “The Ranger has the right of it, a killing every four days means we have until tomorrow night to find and stop this creature. It must have targeted those in the Field Ward before it grew strong enough to attack the nobles.” He looks at Sunny “There is no guarantee it will stop at seven, but I fear what will happen if it creates a Hakkai. We must stop it before that.”
Sweeps turns to the others “We need to rest soon, either before or after we speak to the parents matters not to me, but we need to regain our strength before we tackle this creature tomorrow night.”
Amadi narrows his eyes and decides he needs to ask one question.
"Have you seen anyplace near where these, err... events, began that was newly dug up, like something possibly buried there? Have you seen or heard of something like that?" he asks earnestly.
After their conversation is complete he agrees with the others. "We need to head that way now. Time is running short." He looks up at the sky to gauge the time of day.
All the time the girl spoke Sunny and Sylvio tried to read her beyond words. Her gestures and expression, the tone of her voice, the way he moved her eyes. It was all hard to heard for the tortle, but familiar with the streets the half-elf ascertains to the best of his ability that the child is neither lying nor omitting any information. At least he could not notice any indication that she was.
She casts a curious look when the rogue offers a place out of the streets, as if trying to decide if the man was genuinely good or trying to send her to a place better avoided. Histories of crime syndicates capturing people and selling them as slaves or spell components were not uncommon and even if she was the kind of bird easy to find at the Field Wards she would still be more valuable than the cold coin received. Amadi’s question bring her back from her thoughts.
“Well, the gutters pass below the Field Wards, but we don’t have working sewage so everyone’s always digging a hole or two to bury their messes. Everyday, everywherebut nothing specific, I’m afraid.” She answers the follower of Gond casually. Maybe it was not even possible to know if there was a new digging. Maybe it whoever made the kotoribako took it in consideration when choosing the place to hide the box. The girl then turns to Sylvio. “You can tell me the name and who knows what will come after.”
It was hard to say if she really intended to get out of the streets or simply wanted a new information. Such a place could be a good shelter in an emergency and there is always a kid or two willing to pay, in coin or favor, to know of a place like that.
Notes: On the spoiler below there is a map with the location indicated by the girl (marked in red). In case of doubt, as always, feel free to as in the OOC chat.
Sylvio nods to the girl “It is-a called The Greenward Home for-a Children. If-a you go there and-a tell them Mr. Deiter sent you… they will-a find space for you.”
The orphanage would be known to the locals as a safe place. Sylvio makes sure the children there are treated well.
The girl’s face flashes with recognition and her suspicions about the group seems to almost disappear. She knew the reputation of the Greenward Home for-a Children - a good one. A name that can find a place for someone there was new information, though. A welcomed one.
“Thank you, Mr. Scarpaldi. I will keep wat you said in mind.” She says with a smile. A sincere one, for once. “Good look in your endeavors.”
The girl then disappears into the streets of the Field Wards as the group of adventurers find their way to the house of the house of the Morris family. On the way they ponder their next steps. A battle with the crow was a certainty at that point and they had a time limit. The next night. They needed to stop the curse before the next night. The notion that a proper rest was needed is unanimous.
Sylvio and Sweeps are more than competent guides and in few minutes, a dozen or so, if that many, you stand in front of a shackle close to the second tower east from the Troll Gate. You can see light pouring outside the single window in the rustic abode. As you do, Sunny, you start to feel sick. At first you though it was your imagination, but now the feeling is palpable and eerily familiar. Like a less intense version of the sensation that took hold of your body when the crow lock eyes on you. One that seens to increase ever so slightly with each step west. The kotoribako is close, you know it your bones.
Notes: In case of doubt, as always, feel free to as in the OOC chat.
@Everyone, you have arrived on what should be the Morris family house. What do you do? @Jynne, does Sunny share with with her companions what she is feeling?
Sylvio nods to the others and says “Perhaps-a it is best if Sylvio starts the conversation?” He then turns to Amad, “The family may-a have need of-a your services as a cleric.”
If nobody objects, Sylvio approaches the door and knocks, he assumes a respectful demeanor.
As the girl answers Sylvio using his sir name, Sunny pauses briefly scrolling through her mind rerunning the conversation quickly. Yes, he had said it earlier. She must relax, she hadn't noticed the tension she'd built up until she let the breath she'd inadvertently been holding for minutes now out in a calm exhale. Maybe she just needed some rest.
The discussion of burial and common burial of waste was something she hadn't considered. Would they bury it with the waste to conceal it or just hope that the numerous existing holes would make it harder to notice? Chewy could tell the difference between waste and something else for sure. Hopefully they wouldn't disguise it in such a way. As they walk she reviews what Chewy knows and ponders how to explain to him what they are searching for.
As they start to approach their destination, Sunny is struck with a familiar sickening sensation. Chewy lets out a low growl. Sunny reaches out and touches the person closest to her to maintain a level of quiet, then nods. "They are here. Something is here. She presses her stomach region. I can feel it. Every step closer is worse, though I can bear it. Should we be attacked, I can go into my shell if needed for additional defense so please don't be alarmed if I need to do so." She reaches down and pats the mastiff calming his reaction to her discomfort into quiet.
Sweeps reaches out an arm and steadies Sunny as the Tortle begins to get sick and queasy. “Where, can you tell where it is coming from?” The barbarian looks around, looking for the crow or any suspicious characters around the house or watching the group.
Gabriel quivers at the feeling, wondering if the crow will fall upon them again. Mindful not to be seen casting spells, he rehearses the words and gestures for a warding spell in his head, ready to protect his colleagues should battle commence. He grips his symbol of Lathander, preparing to channel the divine energy of his god - or draw on his gifted power from his patron.
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"Its like how I felt when the Crow was locked on me. Maybe it knows I'm here. Like its watching me. The Kotoribako is close. I feel it." The effect of the feeling creating a panic within remembering the viciousness of the Crow's attacks. She wanted to retreat to her shell now, but the children. She couldn't retreat when another child could die again soon to feed its evil intentions. With some effort she tries to remain calm and again catches herself holding her breath. "We've done it before, we can figure this out. With every step west the feeling is worse." She gazes up at the sky afraid of what she might see. perception12 but only images of the previous day seemed to fill her head. Focus. You're needed here Sunny. She reminds herself internally.
Amadi stops when the others do. "Guide me." he whispers as he seeks Guidance and looks around for anything that might indicate the crow is present or someone is watching us.
Perception 8 + 3
"Which way do you feel it? Does one direction make it stronger than another?" he asks.
"West, it's definitely West." Sunny tries to shift her movement a little using the feeling as something of a compass. She looks at Chewy, hoping something in his senses is triggered but how would he sense something like this. The Crow wouldn't likely have a scent that the dog could sense, but maybe something buried or different in the area that what he's been smelling so far.
Sweeps looks up at Sylvio “I don’t know if it is a trap or not. She says the feeling is stronger as we move west. It s probably not in the house, especially if they lost a child to this curse as well. But something is close, we should be ready in case.”
Sunny shares her feeling with the rest of the group and Amadi seeks guidance in the blessings of Gond. As the group discuss their situation the cleric of the Wonderbinger looks at the surroundings. The walls of the shack, the walls of the city, the surrounding and squalid homes, even the dark night sky. The streets around the area were already empty and if he asked Sylvio the rogue would tell him that it was common. In such dangerous part of the city folk used to avoid staying out of their homes after the sunset. The exception was the area surrounding taverns, gambling houses and brothels. There was always a drunkard drowning in a barrel, sometimes literally, or a gambler falling in debt. Men and women seeking company and pleasure. But there, were the five stood only the lights from the occasional open window signalized they weren’t alone.
With his keen senses, Brightflame manages to hear the hushed voices coming from the Morris’ home. A woman, sounding weak, sick even. A man, sounding terribly tired. The smell of potatoes indicating they were having dinner. Or making it.
“It’s fine, you can I’ll look for more work at the docks.” Said the man.
“It is not. You look more ragged that the clothes I used to wash and you are already having to cook.” The woman voice was full of apprehension.
“I can manage for a while, and Will said he was going to Spires of the Morning tomorrow. He promised to talk with a cleric, arrange for one to help you.” The man answered, sincerely helpful. “Until there let the cooking to m… Ouch! ****! Shit!” The last words shouted seemed to indicate that the man hurt himself someway while cooking.
Notes: In case of doubt, as always, feel free to as in the OOC chat.
@Jynne, Sunny is distracted by the prospect of the crow being close. She fails nothing aside the fact that the streets look quite empty. @Everyone, only Amadi hears the conversation above. @Paladin, do you share what you heard? @Gruba, if Paladin does share what he heard Gabriel immediately recognizes the name Spires of the Morning. He remembers the information on the spoiler below.
The Spires of the Morning is a large cathedral dedicated to the worship of Lathander in the Sea Ward near the Field of Triumph and the northern spur of Mount Waterdeep.
Built of pink marble, this three-story cathedral is capped by seven spires of copper, gold, and silver that gleam with the reflected glory of dawn’s first light. The Spires of the Morning is led by the High Radiance.
More than 300 clerics of The Morninglord are based at the temple, most of them housed within a few blocks of the cathedral. In addition to the clergy, The Spires of the Morning is an important base for the Order of the Aster (a militant order that serves Lathander).
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(Sunny is leaving interaction to others regarding the girl)
investigation roll in case that was a separate thing -> 13
Sweeps Investigation Check: 18.
Once the conversation with the girl has concluded...
Sunny rises and moves to the others quickly. "If what the Captain Sadao said is true, time is more urgent than originally thought. The count of victims is now 6. The Seventh would happen tomorrow night and likely be the last as it was said to avoid completing to a Hakkai (Eight). We should be off quickly to the Trollyard location."
Before the girl walks away Sylvio whispers to her “If ever you wish-a to leave the streets... there is a place... for children with-a no parents... I know-a the owner and can get-a you a bed there. If-a you are interested in getting off-a the streets...”
Noob
Sweeps nods at Sunny as she shares her suspicions. “The Ranger has the right of it, a killing every four days means we have until tomorrow night to find and stop this creature. It must have targeted those in the Field Ward before it grew strong enough to attack the nobles.” He looks at Sunny “There is no guarantee it will stop at seven, but I fear what will happen if it creates a Hakkai. We must stop it before that.”
Sweeps turns to the others “We need to rest soon, either before or after we speak to the parents matters not to me, but we need to regain our strength before we tackle this creature tomorrow night.”
Amadi narrows his eyes and decides he needs to ask one question.
"Have you seen anyplace near where these, err... events, began that was newly dug up, like something possibly buried there? Have you seen or heard of something like that?" he asks earnestly.
After their conversation is complete he agrees with the others. "We need to head that way now. Time is running short." He looks up at the sky to gauge the time of day.
All the time the girl spoke Sunny and Sylvio tried to read her beyond words. Her gestures and expression, the tone of her voice, the way he moved her eyes. It was all hard to heard for the tortle, but familiar with the streets the half-elf ascertains to the best of his ability that the child is neither lying nor omitting any information. At least he could not notice any indication that she was.
She casts a curious look when the rogue offers a place out of the streets, as if trying to decide if the man was genuinely good or trying to send her to a place better avoided. Histories of crime syndicates capturing people and selling them as slaves or spell components were not uncommon and even if she was the kind of bird easy to find at the Field Wards she would still be more valuable than the cold coin received. Amadi’s question bring her back from her thoughts.
“Well, the gutters pass below the Field Wards, but we don’t have working sewage so everyone’s always digging a hole or two to bury their messes. Everyday, everywhere but nothing specific, I’m afraid.” She answers the follower of Gond casually. Maybe it was not even possible to know if there was a new digging. Maybe it whoever made the kotoribako took it in consideration when choosing the place to hide the box. The girl then turns to Sylvio. “You can tell me the name and who knows what will come after.”
It was hard to say if she really intended to get out of the streets or simply wanted a new information. Such a place could be a good shelter in an emergency and there is always a kid or two willing to pay, in coin or favor, to know of a place like that.
Notes: On the spoiler below there is a map with the location indicated by the girl (marked in red). In case of doubt, as always, feel free to as in the OOC chat.
Sylvio nods to the girl “It is-a called The Greenward Home for-a Children. If-a you go there and-a tell them Mr. Deiter sent you… they will-a find space for you.”
The orphanage would be known to the locals as a safe place. Sylvio makes sure the children there are treated well.
Noob
The girl’s face flashes with recognition and her suspicions about the group seems to almost disappear. She knew the reputation of the Greenward Home for-a Children - a good one. A name that can find a place for someone there was new information, though. A welcomed one.
“Thank you, Mr. Scarpaldi. I will keep wat you said in mind.” She says with a smile. A sincere one, for once. “Good look in your endeavors.”
The girl then disappears into the streets of the Field Wards as the group of adventurers find their way to the house of the house of the Morris family. On the way they ponder their next steps. A battle with the crow was a certainty at that point and they had a time limit. The next night. They needed to stop the curse before the next night. The notion that a proper rest was needed is unanimous.
Sylvio and Sweeps are more than competent guides and in few minutes, a dozen or so, if that many, you stand in front of a shackle close to the second tower east from the Troll Gate. You can see light pouring outside the single window in the rustic abode. As you do, Sunny, you start to feel sick. At first you though it was your imagination, but now the feeling is palpable and eerily familiar. Like a less intense version of the sensation that took hold of your body when the crow lock eyes on you. One that seens to increase ever so slightly with each step west. The kotoribako is close, you know it your bones.
Notes: In case of doubt, as always, feel free to as in the OOC chat.
@Everyone, you have arrived on what should be the Morris family house. What do you do?
@Jynne, does Sunny share with with her companions what she is feeling?
Sylvio nods to the others and says “Perhaps-a it is best if Sylvio starts the conversation?” He then turns to Amad, “The family may-a have need of-a your services as a cleric.”
If nobody objects, Sylvio approaches the door and knocks, he assumes a respectful demeanor.
Noob
Amadi nods in agreement. "I will do as I can." he says as he stands back and waits for the answer at the door.
As the girl answers Sylvio using his sir name, Sunny pauses briefly scrolling through her mind rerunning the conversation quickly. Yes, he had said it earlier. She must relax, she hadn't noticed the tension she'd built up until she let the breath she'd inadvertently been holding for minutes now out in a calm exhale. Maybe she just needed some rest.
The discussion of burial and common burial of waste was something she hadn't considered. Would they bury it with the waste to conceal it or just hope that the numerous existing holes would make it harder to notice? Chewy could tell the difference between waste and something else for sure. Hopefully they wouldn't disguise it in such a way. As they walk she reviews what Chewy knows and ponders how to explain to him what they are searching for.
As they start to approach their destination, Sunny is struck with a familiar sickening sensation. Chewy lets out a low growl. Sunny reaches out and touches the person closest to her to maintain a level of quiet, then nods. "They are here. Something is here. She presses her stomach region. I can feel it. Every step closer is worse, though I can bear it. Should we be attacked, I can go into my shell if needed for additional defense so please don't be alarmed if I need to do so." She reaches down and pats the mastiff calming his reaction to her discomfort into quiet.
Sweeps reaches out an arm and steadies Sunny as the Tortle begins to get sick and queasy. “Where, can you tell where it is coming from?” The barbarian looks around, looking for the crow or any suspicious characters around the house or watching the group.
Perception: 20.
Gabriel quivers at the feeling, wondering if the crow will fall upon them again. Mindful not to be seen casting spells, he rehearses the words and gestures for a warding spell in his head, ready to protect his colleagues should battle commence. He grips his symbol of Lathander, preparing to channel the divine energy of his god - or draw on his gifted power from his patron.
"Its like how I felt when the Crow was locked on me. Maybe it knows I'm here. Like its watching me. The Kotoribako is close. I feel it." The effect of the feeling creating a panic within remembering the viciousness of the Crow's attacks. She wanted to retreat to her shell now, but the children. She couldn't retreat when another child could die again soon to feed its evil intentions. With some effort she tries to remain calm and again catches herself holding her breath. "We've done it before, we can figure this out. With every step west the feeling is worse." She gazes up at the sky afraid of what she might see. perception 12 but only images of the previous day seemed to fill her head. Focus. You're needed here Sunny. She reminds herself internally.
Sylvio pauses as he approaches the door and turns back to Sweeps. “Is-a the creature in the house? Are we-a walking into a trap?”
Noob
Amadi stops when the others do. "Guide me." he whispers as he seeks Guidance and looks around for anything that might indicate the crow is present or someone is watching us.
Perception 8 + 3
"Which way do you feel it? Does one direction make it stronger than another?" he asks.
"West, it's definitely West." Sunny tries to shift her movement a little using the feeling as something of a compass. She looks at Chewy, hoping something in his senses is triggered but how would he sense something like this. The Crow wouldn't likely have a scent that the dog could sense, but maybe something buried or different in the area that what he's been smelling so far.
Can she tell if it's coming from the house?
Sweeps looks up at Sylvio “I don’t know if it is a trap or not. She says the feeling is stronger as we move west. It s probably not in the house, especially if they lost a child to this curse as well. But something is close, we should be ready in case.”
Sunny shares her feeling with the rest of the group and Amadi seeks guidance in the blessings of Gond. As the group discuss their situation the cleric of the Wonderbinger looks at the surroundings. The walls of the shack, the walls of the city, the surrounding and squalid homes, even the dark night sky. The streets around the area were already empty and if he asked Sylvio the rogue would tell him that it was common. In such dangerous part of the city folk used to avoid staying out of their homes after the sunset. The exception was the area surrounding taverns, gambling houses and brothels. There was always a drunkard drowning in a barrel, sometimes literally, or a gambler falling in debt. Men and women seeking company and pleasure. But there, were the five stood only the lights from the occasional open window signalized they weren’t alone.
With his keen senses, Brightflame manages to hear the hushed voices coming from the Morris’ home. A woman, sounding weak, sick even. A man, sounding terribly tired. The smell of potatoes indicating they were having dinner. Or making it.
“It’s fine, you can I’ll look for more work at the docks.” Said the man.
“It is not. You look more ragged that the clothes I used to wash and you are already having to cook.” The woman voice was full of apprehension.
“I can manage for a while, and Will said he was going to Spires of the Morning tomorrow. He promised to talk with a cleric, arrange for one to help you.” The man answered, sincerely helpful. “Until there let the cooking to m… Ouch! ****! Shit!” The last words shouted seemed to indicate that the man hurt himself someway while cooking.
Notes: In case of doubt, as always, feel free to as in the OOC chat.
@Jynne, Sunny is distracted by the prospect of the crow being close. She fails nothing aside the fact that the streets look quite empty.
@Everyone, only Amadi hears the conversation above.
@Paladin, do you share what you heard?
@Gruba, if Paladin does share what he heard Gabriel immediately recognizes the name Spires of the Morning. He remembers the information on the spoiler below.
Built of pink marble, this three-story cathedral is capped by seven spires of copper, gold, and silver that gleam with the reflected glory of dawn’s first light. The Spires of the Morning is led by the High Radiance.
More than 300 clerics of The Morninglord are based at the temple, most of them housed within a few blocks of the cathedral. In addition to the clergy, The Spires of the Morning is an important base for the Order of the Aster (a militant order that serves Lathander).