Quill, Korlan, and Esvaris: As the door swings open, Quill immediately recognizes Kara-Tur, the prophetess, down on one knee searching through the drawers of a large oak desk. Books are jumbled on the book shelf, the rug has been lifted and folded over, and two large stuffed chairs have clearly been moved. Her expression displays shock and then wariness. "I should have known you unholy priests would be neck deep in this." she says in a disgusted tone. (Make a Perception check)
Meanwhile, Demoiselle, dressed as a maid and her hair brushed to obscure part of her face discreetly knocked on the door of the study. "Meal's here." She announced, attempting to suppress her accent, before entering.
"Unholy priest? I daresay I am quite offended! I am but a simple aristocrat. But since you brought it up, neck deep in what, exactly? Also, I was serious about the lavatory. Do you know where that is?"
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Esvaris and Korlan: Behind one of the highbacked stuffed grey chairs near the far wall, you see a closet door, mostly blocked by the chair. It opens ever so slightly at the sound of Esvaris' voice.
Kara-Tur rises to her feet. She's wearing a sleeveless tightly-fitted tunic with a high collar. It splits on both sides as it reaches her waist and continues down in the front and back, over her loose silk pants, to her slippered feet. Each shoe has a pointed toe, with what looks like a metal tip. At Esvaris' offended tone, her gaze moves from Quill to the "noble" elf. Her eyes squint and she studies him for a moment. (Perception 19)
Demoiselle: You push open one of the doors at the top of the stairs. Inside, there are several older men gathered around a large map table. There is a smaller table to the left with a wine bottle on it, and a desk in the far right corner where a young male elf sits, in scholar's robes, taking notes as the men around the table are talking. The older brother of Dawnlord Menges, Brackus Atterley, is currently speaking, and hardly notices your entrance. He looks calmer than he did when you saw him not long ago, but he did not even take time to remove his over coat upon returning home.
"No, she wasn't my sister. Not that it matters, now." Brackus straightens and sips his wine from a fluted glass. "My father took her in as an infant with hopes of a political marriage between our family and hers when she came of age. She was the only remaining heir to the duchy of Etoile d'or. First, her mother was assassinated as a warning to her father. When he did not heed the warning, he too was dealt with." He shakes his head. "Those godless Etoilese are always removing each other in such a... messy fashion."
A man with the shorthaired armorclad look of a warrior and an inscrutable scowl asks, "Did they catch the killer?"
Brackus frowns. "No." Then he abruptly laughs. "I heard the assassin found religion and ran off to join a temple somewhere here in Eloth. I suppose that makes one Etoilese I can't call completely godless." The other men, most dressed in councilmen's robes, laugh along. "Then again, it is said she wasn't just an assassin, but a whore, as well." He curls his lip in distaste.
The warrior looks thoughtful. "You say the girl, Marie, ran off with a sun guard? Have you no interest, then, in marrying the daughter of Duke Lavoie? An alliance such as that could be useful in cementing your position, especially considering... recent events. You do not wish me to send out the city guard to look for her?"
Brackus slams his hand down on the table, almost breaking the wine glass. A bit of wine sloshes over his fingers. "I am quite capable of cementing my own position. I require neither high birth, nor marriage, nor holy robes to bolster my position." He glares at the warrior until the other man looks down in deference.
"Yes, Lord Atterley." The men continue their meeting, discussing the official appointment ceremony of Atterley to HighLord of the city, which in effect will make him head of all Eloth. The young elf scribe at the desk begins to eye Demoiselle curiously the longer she stands there.
Esvaris: Kara-Tur raises one eyebrow skeptically at you and begins to speak in a low whisper that you can't quite make out. (Make a Wisdom saving throw)
Demoiselle turned pale white and broke out into a cold sweat as she heard the conversation. She began to serve the food silently praying that her body would not betray her with trembling fingers. There was a time when Atterley's curled lip would have earned him a messy death, but as galling as it was, the words were true. Demoiselle had been both assassin and whore before she had sought redemption in the temple she had come to love as 'home'.
Marie Lavoie, the name was a stain on her soul, one that Demoiselle was not sure could ever be scrubbed away for all her efforts. For now though, she tried to still the scribe's curious look with what she hoped was a bland smile.
Esvaris: You sense the presence of a magical probe pressing in to read your mind and discern your true motives. Your powerful will is able to stop Kara-Tur from probing deeper with her Detect Thoughts spell.
Korlan: (Kara-Tur's wisdom save: 20)
Demoiselle: The young elven scribe, noticing that although you claimed to be delivering food when you knocked on the door, your hands are, in fact, empty, rises from his seat and begins to quietly move toward the door to speak with you. He does not seem concerned, merely intrigued.
Quill: A very clear sense of the object's presence is coming from the partially blocked closet door behind the large overstuffed chair at the back of the room.
Esvaris, Quill, Korlan: Kara-Tur, as her attempt to read Esvaris' thoughts is thwarted, frowns in frustration and looks at all three of you to demand, "Where is the girl?" in an angry whisper.
Esvaris, Korlan and Quill: The prophetess scoffs at Korlan's question. Her hard edged eyes dart quickly to Esvaris when he asks about the Dawnlord's sister. Punctuating each word sharply, she spits out, "Her Grace the Duchess Marie Elspeth Atterley nee Lavoie." Stepping around the end of the large wood desk on your right she raises the smallest hand crossbow you've ever seen. It has a tiny dart fitted into it. Kara-Tur arches one eyebrow. "Tell me where she's been taken or that one dies." Her weapon is held down close to her hip and aimed directly at Quill.
"That won't work, and there's no need for fighting anyways. I suggest that you give that crossbow to me and don't do anything that will cause a ruckus," he says.
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Quill: (Kara-Tur's wisdom save: 17) She raises the tiny hand crossbow slightly higher. "This dart contains a deadly poison that can kill you before the words of a healing prayer even have time to leave your lips. If you are in league with the girl's kidnappers, you'd best speak now. Powerful people have sent me in search of her. The time for false pretenses is at an end. Every heir in line to the duchy of Etoile has been systematically killed. She is the last of her family line. Now that I have discovered which Great House she was hidden with..." her eyes darken as she gestures with her free hand towards the rest of the Atterley mansion, "and what evil lurks within that house, it is imperative that I find her immediately."
Quill follows Esvaris in. Does the spell he cast point him in the direction of this concealed person?
And that's all I have to say about that.
Quill senses a strong magical tug toward the middle room. (Esvaris has not actually entered a room yet.)
Esvaris
I knock gently on the door as I push it open and say, "excuse me, do you know where I can find the lavatory?"
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Quill starts to say something, then stops, shaking his head as he follows Esvaris.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Quill, Korlan, and Esvaris: As the door swings open, Quill immediately recognizes Kara-Tur, the prophetess, down on one knee searching through the drawers of a large oak desk. Books are jumbled on the book shelf, the rug has been lifted and folded over, and two large stuffed chairs have clearly been moved. Her expression displays shock and then wariness. "I should have known you unholy priests would be neck deep in this." she says in a disgusted tone. (Make a Perception check)
Meanwhile, Demoiselle, dressed as a maid and her hair brushed to obscure part of her face discreetly knocked on the door of the study. "Meal's here." She announced, attempting to suppress her accent, before entering.
Esvaris
Perception: 25
"Unholy priest? I daresay I am quite offended! I am but a simple aristocrat. But since you brought it up, neck deep in what, exactly? Also, I was serious about the lavatory. Do you know where that is?"
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Korlan
Perception: 10
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Esvaris and Korlan: Behind one of the highbacked stuffed grey chairs near the far wall, you see a closet door, mostly blocked by the chair. It opens ever so slightly at the sound of Esvaris' voice.
Kara-Tur rises to her feet. She's wearing a sleeveless tightly-fitted tunic with a high collar. It splits on both sides as it reaches her waist and continues down in the front and back, over her loose silk pants, to her slippered feet. Each shoe has a pointed toe, with what looks like a metal tip. At Esvaris' offended tone, her gaze moves from Quill to the "noble" elf. Her eyes squint and she studies him for a moment. (Perception 19)
Demoiselle: You push open one of the doors at the top of the stairs. Inside, there are several older men gathered around a large map table. There is a smaller table to the left with a wine bottle on it, and a desk in the far right corner where a young male elf sits, in scholar's robes, taking notes as the men around the table are talking. The older brother of Dawnlord Menges, Brackus Atterley, is currently speaking, and hardly notices your entrance. He looks calmer than he did when you saw him not long ago, but he did not even take time to remove his over coat upon returning home.
"No, she wasn't my sister. Not that it matters, now." Brackus straightens and sips his wine from a fluted glass. "My father took her in as an infant with hopes of a political marriage between our family and hers when she came of age. She was the only remaining heir to the duchy of Etoile d'or. First, her mother was assassinated as a warning to her father. When he did not heed the warning, he too was dealt with." He shakes his head. "Those godless Etoilese are always removing each other in such a... messy fashion."
A man with the shorthaired armorclad look of a warrior and an inscrutable scowl asks, "Did they catch the killer?"
Brackus frowns. "No." Then he abruptly laughs. "I heard the assassin found religion and ran off to join a temple somewhere here in Eloth. I suppose that makes one Etoilese I can't call completely godless." The other men, most dressed in councilmen's robes, laugh along. "Then again, it is said she wasn't just an assassin, but a whore, as well." He curls his lip in distaste.
The warrior looks thoughtful. "You say the girl, Marie, ran off with a sun guard? Have you no interest, then, in marrying the daughter of Duke Lavoie? An alliance such as that could be useful in cementing your position, especially considering... recent events. You do not wish me to send out the city guard to look for her?"
Brackus slams his hand down on the table, almost breaking the wine glass. A bit of wine sloshes over his fingers. "I am quite capable of cementing my own position. I require neither high birth, nor marriage, nor holy robes to bolster my position." He glares at the warrior until the other man looks down in deference.
"Yes, Lord Atterley." The men continue their meeting, discussing the official appointment ceremony of Atterley to HighLord of the city, which in effect will make him head of all Eloth. The young elf scribe at the desk begins to eye Demoiselle curiously the longer she stands there.
Esvaris: Kara-Tur raises one eyebrow skeptically at you and begins to speak in a low whisper that you can't quite make out. (Make a Wisdom saving throw)
Demoiselle turned pale white and broke out into a cold sweat as she heard the conversation. She began to serve the food silently praying that her body would not betray her with trembling fingers. There was a time when Atterley's curled lip would have earned him a messy death, but as galling as it was, the words were true. Demoiselle had been both assassin and whore before she had sought redemption in the temple she had come to love as 'home'.
Marie Lavoie, the name was a stain on her soul, one that Demoiselle was not sure could ever be scrubbed away for all her efforts. For now though, she tried to still the scribe's curious look with what she hoped was a bland smile.
Esvaris:
Wisdom save: 23
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Quill's Perception: 11
"Unholy?" asks Quill angrily.
As he waits for Kara-Tur's response, he tries to see which way the spell points him.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Korlan
From the back of the group I cast command on Kara-Tur. I will command “grovel” if the spell takes.
Wis save: 12
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Esvaris: You sense the presence of a magical probe pressing in to read your mind and discern your true motives. Your powerful will is able to stop Kara-Tur from probing deeper with her Detect Thoughts spell.
Korlan: (Kara-Tur's wisdom save: 20)
Demoiselle: The young elven scribe, noticing that although you claimed to be delivering food when you knocked on the door, your hands are, in fact, empty, rises from his seat and begins to quietly move toward the door to speak with you. He does not seem concerned, merely intrigued.
Quill: A very clear sense of the object's presence is coming from the partially blocked closet door behind the large overstuffed chair at the back of the room.
Esvaris, Quill, Korlan: Kara-Tur, as her attempt to read Esvaris' thoughts is thwarted, frowns in frustration and looks at all three of you to demand, "Where is the girl?" in an angry whisper.
Korlan
I look around at the others a bit confused. “Which girl do you speak of?”
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Esvaris
Do... do you mean the Dawnlord's sister?"
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Esvaris, Korlan and Quill: The prophetess scoffs at Korlan's question. Her hard edged eyes dart quickly to Esvaris when he asks about the Dawnlord's sister. Punctuating each word sharply, she spits out, "Her Grace the Duchess Marie Elspeth Atterley nee Lavoie." Stepping around the end of the large wood desk on your right she raises the smallest hand crossbow you've ever seen. It has a tiny dart fitted into it. Kara-Tur arches one eyebrow. "Tell me where she's been taken or that one dies." Her weapon is held down close to her hip and aimed directly at Quill.
Quill scowls.
"That won't work, and there's no need for fighting anyways. I suggest that you give that crossbow to me and don't do anything that will cause a ruckus," he says.
Suggestion Wisdom save DC 15
And that's all I have to say about that.
Quill: (Kara-Tur's wisdom save: 17) She raises the tiny hand crossbow slightly higher. "This dart contains a deadly poison that can kill you before the words of a healing prayer even have time to leave your lips. If you are in league with the girl's kidnappers, you'd best speak now. Powerful people have sent me in search of her. The time for false pretenses is at an end. Every heir in line to the duchy of Etoile has been systematically killed. She is the last of her family line. Now that I have discovered which Great House she was hidden with..." her eyes darken as she gestures with her free hand towards the rest of the Atterley mansion, "and what evil lurks within that house, it is imperative that I find her immediately."