"Yes," Viga replies. "But I don't know from where or what source," she adds glancing back at the golden masked fighters behind them.
There is no one else in thel stone corridor other than Persephone, Viga, and the fighters in golden masks. If they're targeting Persephone and Viga they made no gestures and spoke no words. The cleric and smithy are being moved forward towards the temple proper. The golden masked fighters between them and the chamber where the rest of the party is still speaking with High Warden Reeves.
Inside Reeves' chamber...
"I will consider your contribution to our...problem but you and your companions who did violence," High Warden Reeves glances at Rammand, "in deed will be judged. Miss Drake is of course under no obligation to remain having not been a perpetrator of violence," High Warden Reeves finally replies. "Regardless of whether or not you're who you say you are. Your violence against my brethren was witnessed and unprovoked, " she explains.
OOC BarbosaThaGod read the game PM please.
High Warden Reeves walks to the office door gesturing for all of you to exit ahead of her into the corridor. Her robed acolyte walking ahead along with Ed passes but then Ed is left to join the party. Ed casts a glance at the party with resolving panic.
"Who attacked who," Eyes in the Dark asks looking at Salamir then Constance. "I...I pushed one away from me but he tripped over a basket and crushed it. I apparently am here for destruction of personal property and public nuisance, " the tabaxi explains next.
Salamir inclines his head, "Very well, we shall see how this trial plays out. It will at least give us more of an idea of how things operate here". He is still mistrustful of the High Warden, but there does seem to be a softening of her attitude, and he cannot deny they perpetrated violence.
He turns to Constance, "I would tell you to go and rest, but I know there is more chance of Alfie growing wings and flying off into the sunset", he says with a wink.
He then does as the High Warden gestures, and leaves the office.
Constance tuts at Salamir, but has to hide a small smile behind her glove at that imagery--a much needed moment of brevity.
With their party caught between a rock and hard, very well-armored place, the wizard inclines her head at Reeves. "Thank you, High Warden. I will stay to ensure that the judicial proceedings include a fair trial with a sentence that does not outweigh the crimes. And that it is in keeping with the mercy necessitated by Pelor and Erathis' doctrine."
Turning sharply on her heel, Constance exits the room as well, laced boots clicking along the floor as she walks alongside Ed and loops her arm through theirs. She swallows the images and sensations that the touch draws from the recesses of her mind with an audible gulp then leans in close to whisper. "Never you mind such silly accusations. Are you alright, Mx. Dark? Did they hurt you?"
Rammand's spell attempt fails with a glyph etched into the armor High Warden Reeves wears. The Warden makes eye contact with the dwarf.
"Cast anything further and find my gaurdians less forgiving," Reeves explains as they usher everyone to exit.
"They...they showed me the shadow beast. They...they have one," Ed explains looking truly frightened as their voice enters Constance's mind. "I...I think they're trying to find what can hurt them. It seems after they disappear from a fight they simply are dispelled to their home plane and can return after regaining strength," Ed replies but to Constance amazement Ed's words are in her head while his mouth says something entirely different! Outwardly Ed just seems like he's seen something that's shaken the tabaxi to their core!
Walking together down the corridor the party finds themselves in the larger room of the temple. Another figure sits where the party is directed to sit. A man in older style vestments of the Dawn Father. He looks tired and well into middle-age.
Perception check please.
OOC: it everyone could explain what their PC looks like and where they sir before Wreckzors gets his intro in!
Entering the temple area alongside the black Tabaxi is a half-elven woman who also looks very tired, though far from middle-aged. Her dark hair falls in now-frizzy waves down her back and frames large, round glasses that graze freckled cheeks and magnify a pair of chestnut eyes. Her posture and finely made clothes suggest she's of noble birth, while the toolkit, book holster currently carrying an old tome, and roc feather quill tucked behind her ear indicate she is first and foremost a Scribe.
Constance clocks the anti-magic glyph on the Warden's armor and her warning to Rammand, her brows furrowing briefly before she turns her attention back to Ed as they walk down the corridor. When they describe the shadow beast, however, her focus is far less on her companion's welfare and more so on the opportunity to observe this creature from another plane close up. She's starts to question them further--"Where are they keeping it? How at they keeping it contained?"--when it occurs to her the words were in her head and, therefore, meant to be private. The unasked questions sit heavy on her tongue and she swallows them like bitter pills.
It finally occurs to her just how shaken Ed is and she gives their arm a light squeeze. "One thing at a time, hm? Wyn sends his best, by the way." He's okay, goes unspoken, the details of his response better shared when they won't be overheard. She hopes thoughts of their partner might bring them some solace.
Working her way down the pews, she eventually sits next to the older man and pushes her glasses up her nose to better eye him. "Pardon me, sir.Are you counsel for the prosecution?" she asks, cordial but also clearly sizing him up, though her attention is split to watch where each of her party is ushered.
((Would Constance see the glyph activate or anything? Could she try an Arcana check to get any additional information about it if so (if not, I'll edit my post!)? At disadv: 14 Perception at disadv: 7))
Persephone did not see this exchange at all. No. She cannot decipher the glyph.
Constance sees a the glyph flash almost as if absorbing Rammand's spell energy! It's unique unlike anything she's ever seen, possibly abjuration?
"It's this place," Ed looks to her continuing to double speak as he looks around them at the stone walls.
Looking around at the walls themselves Constance finally notices bits of script, a symbols hereor there on the stones themselves. Some far too warn to properly decipher without close examination! Of these ruins of a mage's tower.
OOC Go for it Wreckzors. Constance is addressing your PC.
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Salamir also clocks that something happens to Rammand's spell, but doesn't have the magical know-how to spot exactly what, but he does note the High Warden's warning. As they walk out he holds a palm out to Rammand trying to indicate he should try and remain calm.
Once in the corridor, he walks close enough to his dwarven comrade and whispers, "We need to be cautious, especially whilst in the temple. I get the feeling no-one in this village is telling us the whole truth, let's just see how this plays out".
Even as he is whispering caution to Rammand, it hits him that in the past it has often been Kit cautioning him against impulsiveness. "I know, a bit rich coming from me", he adds to Rammand with a smile as he pats the dwarfs back.
As he enters the larger room, he follows Constance and Ed down the row of pews and takes a seat directly behind Constance. If the other figure were to turn around, he would see a young elf sporting a distinctive red mohawk haircut and a days worth of stubble who is wearing a long dark brown overcoat over a studded leather jerkin with a reddish shirt just visible underneath. He wears dark trousers that have a scimitar and dagger hung from the belt and black calf length boots. As he sits he unstraps a lute from his back and places it beside him.
He listens for the man's reply to Constance as he awaits the trial to come, noting the older vestments and wondering why this priest isn't wearing the same resplendent garments as the others.
Rammand grumbles under his breath. His voice just low enough to be muffled by his long black beard. As he enters he straightens himself up a bit. The gold adornment in his beard is turned around to reveal the Drunksong family crest. His hair is pulled back, revealing a series of runes tattooed along the sides of his head. He knocks a bit of dust from his leather apron. It rattles and jingles from all of the tools and bits of scrap contained in its various pockets.
He whispers to Salamir. “The one arguing for us is already on their side. Probably already have someone building gallows as well.”
The old cleric sits in the pew, looking down towards the well worn holy amulet that he holds tightly in his callused hands. The sun shining through the windows causes the white hair on his head and face to seemingly sparkle in the daylight. He is wearing a gray cloak over an old set of Dawn Father vestments. Although the garments he wears bare the same symbols of Pelor as the zealots that fill the room, nothing he is wearing is new. His clothing and the few bits of armor visible underneath are well worn but have been meticulously cared for over the years. On his belt there is a lantern that shines brightly with a light that seems different than a normal flame. It is as though someone trapped the dawning sun and placed it within a silver lantern.
When Constance moves to sit next to Walt, she notices that he is actually mumbling a very quiet prayer to the Dawn Father. "OH! Sorry young one! I didn't notice you and errr, your friends coming to join me!" He would reply with a warm smile as he releases his holy amulet from his grasp. As he lets go of his amulet, you can see signs of wear and discoloration in the spots where his fingers had just been a second ago... giving you the feeling that he has clasped the amulet in his hands the same way thousands of times before. "My name is Walter... Walter Hatcher. My friends call me Walt." He would say as he extended his hand towards her for a handshake. As he reached out his hand, the other hand would move forward as well, revealing the fact that his hands were actually bound. "Oh, yes... I almost forgot! Don't mind that dear, I promise I mean you no harm." If Constance chooses to shake his hand, she would notice that although the handshake if firm and his skin is hard and calloused, it is also warm and oddly comforting. "I'm afraid I am the one that required counsel. You see... my old friend Viga sent me a message asking for help with some of the strange happenings going on here. When I showed up I was relived to see so many fellow followers to the Dawn Father." His eyes would narrow a bit as he leaned in a little closer. "I've been worshipping Pelor for many years now... and these people... these imposters... They may say that they serve the Dawn Father, but they are either lying or very misguided." The old man then taps his pack that rests on the ground beside him with his boot. Next to his pack is a weathered warhammer and battered shield. The man's blue eyes would look the young wizard up and down before glancing around to her companions. "So why are you and your friends here if you don't mind me asking? Has your offer to help the town been meet with the same level of cooperation that mine has?" He would ask with a ornery grin.
Constance hesitates when Mr. Hatcher offers his hand, her skin still tingling uncomfortably from the contact with Ed--even with the barriers of fabric between them--but she pushes past the feeling and shakes it with her gloved one. Her brows lift at sight of the bindings wrapped around his wrists.
"Miss Constance Lydia Drake, monstrozoologist and amateur alchemist at your service. I confess these are strange circumstances we find ourselves meeting under. Mr. Hatcher. Though I should think a friend of Viga's is also a friend of ours, considering our current company," her eyes flick to the Heralds as she quickly withdraws her hand and fists it in the fabric of her skirt. "And I suspect our help has met a similar response, yes. My associates and I were contracted to investigate a disappearance, but, well, 'the plot thickened' as they say!" Turning to better include Salamir and Rammand in the conversation, she makes introductions. "Said associates. Mr. Salamir Hawkwinter and Mr. Rammand Drunksong. And Mx. Eyes in the Dark. Everyone, this is Mr. Walter Hatcher, a rare specimen in this area as it seems he is a genuine follower of Pelor." The corner of her mouth quirks as she gives them all a knowing look.
"The last of our party shares in your divine commitment, though unfortunately she's..." Her attention glides across the room to wherever Persephone is, concern writ on her brows.
Salamir nods his head to Walter in greeting, "Nice to meet you. Now let me guess, Walter. They arrested you because your robes and equipment are not shiny and new enough?". He sighs not finding much humour in his joke and turns to Rammand, "I guess we are arguing for ourselves then".
He leans forward then to speak to Ed and whispers, "Sorry I didn't reply to your question earlier. Our case is a little more cut and dried I'm afraid. Three of them came to invite us to speak with the High Warden, and I was trying to explain that we would indeed comply after freshening up but they weren't taking no for an answer. Persephone decided to decline forcefully and myself and Rammand backed her up before things calmed down. It seems these folk haven't learned that no means no".
"Please, just call me Walt." The old man would reply with a smile as he looked towards the group. "They arrested me for a few reasons actually. I refused to leave town after accusing them of being imposters... and then got caught snooping around where I shouldn't have been as I tried to find out where they are holding half the village." The grin on his face would disappear and he looked Constance to Salamir. "I had been trying to find out more information about the shadow beasts as well.. but have not had much success."
Constance glances around to see who has view of them, then gives Ed a look as she pulls out her journal and scribbles something with her quill. Turning it so the others can see, it says:
They have a captured shadow beast here in the temple. Searching for weakness. Showed it to Ed.
As soon as they've read the message, she waves the red feather of her quill over the text and it fades away, not even a smudge of ink left behind.
"When...When did you get here," Viga exclaims moving over to Walt giving the cleric a big hug. "I...I didn't know you had arrived, " she adds looking utterly relieved to see the old cleric.
Viga then sees Constance's note and goes pale.
"Here," she says aloud before stifling her own voice with her hand over her mouth.
Ed shifts in his seat by Constance.
"It was...like utter darkness trapped by a sigil of light," the tabaxi explains.
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Athletics check to break the rope on his wrists 16 plus guidance 1
When Walt hears Viga's voice, his eyes would literally up and he would quickly turn to face his old friend. "Well hello there!" He would exclaim as he tried his hardest to return the hug. he would quickly mutter a few words under his breath for guidance befire and giving the ropes a quick jerk to see if he could loosen them enough to slip then off and return the hug proper.
"I got here a couple days ago. I wanted to come see you first but I was stopped by a few of these... occupiers." He would pause and glare around towards the zealots in the room. "They told me to leave town and well... you know how stubborn I can be. I decided to do some snooping around and wound up getting myself in even more trouble. After my first run in with these folks... I thought it best not to bring you any unwanted attention. After my second run jn with these folks..." He would add with a smile.
“Never had the patience to dig through law texts. Not that it’ll matter in this case. Might have to think about a backup plan.” Rammand barely finishes the thought before he begins putting two more braids in his beard, on either side of the center braid. As he does, he scans the room trying to approximate how much of the room is regular townspeople.
Perception: 5 (or 3 if it would be Insight)
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Outside Reeves chamber...
"Yes," Viga replies. "But I don't know from where or what source," she adds glancing back at the golden masked fighters behind them.
There is no one else in thel stone corridor other than Persephone, Viga, and the fighters in golden masks. If they're targeting Persephone and Viga they made no gestures and spoke no words. The cleric and smithy are being moved forward towards the temple proper. The golden masked fighters between them and the chamber where the rest of the party is still speaking with High Warden Reeves.
Inside Reeves' chamber...
"I will consider your contribution to our...problem but you and your companions who did violence," High Warden Reeves glances at Rammand, "in deed will be judged. Miss Drake is of course under no obligation to remain having not been a perpetrator of violence," High Warden Reeves finally replies. "Regardless of whether or not you're who you say you are. Your violence against my brethren was witnessed and unprovoked, " she explains.
OOC BarbosaThaGod read the game PM please.
High Warden Reeves walks to the office door gesturing for all of you to exit ahead of her into the corridor. Her robed acolyte walking ahead along with Ed passes but then Ed is left to join the party. Ed casts a glance at the party with resolving panic.
"Who attacked who," Eyes in the Dark asks looking at Salamir then Constance. "I...I pushed one away from me but he tripped over a basket and crushed it. I apparently am here for destruction of personal property and public nuisance, " the tabaxi explains next.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Salamir inclines his head, "Very well, we shall see how this trial plays out. It will at least give us more of an idea of how things operate here". He is still mistrustful of the High Warden, but there does seem to be a softening of her attitude, and he cannot deny they perpetrated violence.
He turns to Constance, "I would tell you to go and rest, but I know there is more chance of Alfie growing wings and flying off into the sunset", he says with a wink.
He then does as the High Warden gestures, and leaves the office.
Rammand looks around to the various armored zealots around him. “Just to clarify, the works as a Detect Magic spell. Don’t get all worked up over it.”
He whispers some words under his breath and flicks the tuning fork. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”
Constance tuts at Salamir, but has to hide a small smile behind her glove at that imagery--a much needed moment of brevity.
With their party caught between a rock and hard, very well-armored place, the wizard inclines her head at Reeves. "Thank you, High Warden. I will stay to ensure that the judicial proceedings include a fair trial with a sentence that does not outweigh the crimes. And that it is in keeping with the mercy necessitated by Pelor and Erathis' doctrine."
Turning sharply on her heel, Constance exits the room as well, laced boots clicking along the floor as she walks alongside Ed and loops her arm through theirs. She swallows the images and sensations that the touch draws from the recesses of her mind with an audible gulp then leans in close to whisper. "Never you mind such silly accusations. Are you alright, Mx. Dark? Did they hurt you?"
Rammand's spell attempt fails with a glyph etched into the armor High Warden Reeves wears. The Warden makes eye contact with the dwarf.
"Cast anything further and find my gaurdians less forgiving," Reeves explains as they usher everyone to exit.
"They...they showed me the shadow beast. They...they have one," Ed explains looking truly frightened as their voice enters Constance's mind. "I...I think they're trying to find what can hurt them. It seems after they disappear from a fight they simply are dispelled to their home plane and can return after regaining strength," Ed replies but to Constance amazement Ed's words are in her head while his mouth says something entirely different! Outwardly Ed just seems like he's seen something that's shaken the tabaxi to their core!
Walking together down the corridor the party finds themselves in the larger room of the temple. Another figure sits where the party is directed to sit. A man in older style vestments of the Dawn Father. He looks tired and well into middle-age.
Perception check please.
OOC: it everyone could explain what their PC looks like and where they sir before Wreckzors gets his intro in!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Perception w disad 12
Human female, black hair, (blond roots), everyday clerical robes, moon goddess holy symbol, poker faced expression.
Can Seph place the glyph? Any way around it? Arcana or religion check?
Persephone would be wherever the accused are. Clerical robes in black/gray/white.
Entering the temple area alongside the black Tabaxi is a half-elven woman who also looks very tired, though far from middle-aged. Her dark hair falls in now-frizzy waves down her back and frames large, round glasses that graze freckled cheeks and magnify a pair of chestnut eyes. Her posture and finely made clothes suggest she's of noble birth, while the toolkit, book holster currently carrying an old tome, and roc feather quill tucked behind her ear indicate she is first and foremost a Scribe.
Constance clocks the anti-magic glyph on the Warden's armor and her warning to Rammand, her brows furrowing briefly before she turns her attention back to Ed as they walk down the corridor. When they describe the shadow beast, however, her focus is far less on her companion's welfare and more so on the opportunity to observe this creature from another plane close up. She's starts to question them further--"Where are they keeping it? How at they keeping it contained?"--when it occurs to her the words were in her head and, therefore, meant to be private. The unasked questions sit heavy on her tongue and she swallows them like bitter pills.
It finally occurs to her just how shaken Ed is and she gives their arm a light squeeze. "One thing at a time, hm? Wyn sends his best, by the way." He's okay, goes unspoken, the details of his response better shared when they won't be overheard. She hopes thoughts of their partner might bring them some solace.
Working her way down the pews, she eventually sits next to the older man and pushes her glasses up her nose to better eye him. "Pardon me, sir. Are you counsel for the prosecution?" she asks, cordial but also clearly sizing him up, though her attention is split to watch where each of her party is ushered.
((Would Constance see the glyph activate or anything? Could she try an Arcana check to get any additional information about it if so (if not, I'll edit my post!)? At disadv: 14
Perception at disadv: 7))
Persephone did not see this exchange at all. No. She cannot decipher the glyph.
Constance sees a the glyph flash almost as if absorbing Rammand's spell energy! It's unique unlike anything she's ever seen, possibly abjuration?
"It's this place," Ed looks to her continuing to double speak as he looks around them at the stone walls.
Looking around at the walls themselves Constance finally notices bits of script, a symbols hereor there on the stones themselves. Some far too warn to properly decipher without close examination! Of these ruins of a mage's tower.
OOC Go for it Wreckzors. Constance is addressing your PC.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Salamir also clocks that something happens to Rammand's spell, but doesn't have the magical know-how to spot exactly what, but he does note the High Warden's warning. As they walk out he holds a palm out to Rammand trying to indicate he should try and remain calm.
Once in the corridor, he walks close enough to his dwarven comrade and whispers, "We need to be cautious, especially whilst in the temple. I get the feeling no-one in this village is telling us the whole truth, let's just see how this plays out".
Even as he is whispering caution to Rammand, it hits him that in the past it has often been Kit cautioning him against impulsiveness. "I know, a bit rich coming from me", he adds to Rammand with a smile as he pats the dwarfs back.
As he enters the larger room, he follows Constance and Ed down the row of pews and takes a seat directly behind Constance. If the other figure were to turn around, he would see a young elf sporting a distinctive red mohawk haircut and a days worth of stubble who is wearing a long dark brown overcoat over a studded leather jerkin with a reddish shirt just visible underneath. He wears dark trousers that have a scimitar and dagger hung from the belt and black calf length boots. As he sits he unstraps a lute from his back and places it beside him.
He listens for the man's reply to Constance as he awaits the trial to come, noting the older vestments and wondering why this priest isn't wearing the same resplendent garments as the others.
Perception: 9=2=11 (Passive: 12)
Rammand grumbles under his breath. His voice just low enough to be muffled by his long black beard. As he enters he straightens himself up a bit. The gold adornment in his beard is turned around to reveal the Drunksong family crest. His hair is pulled back, revealing a series of runes tattooed along the sides of his head. He knocks a bit of dust from his leather apron. It rattles and jingles from all of the tools and bits of scrap contained in its various pockets.
He whispers to Salamir. “The one arguing for us is already on their side. Probably already have someone building gallows as well.”
Walt Perception check to inspect the folks making their way into the pews: 18
Image of Walt:
The old cleric sits in the pew, looking down towards the well worn holy amulet that he holds tightly in his callused hands. The sun shining through the windows causes the white hair on his head and face to seemingly sparkle in the daylight. He is wearing a gray cloak over an old set of Dawn Father vestments. Although the garments he wears bare the same symbols of Pelor as the zealots that fill the room, nothing he is wearing is new. His clothing and the few bits of armor visible underneath are well worn but have been meticulously cared for over the years. On his belt there is a lantern that shines brightly with a light that seems different than a normal flame. It is as though someone trapped the dawning sun and placed it within a silver lantern.
When Constance moves to sit next to Walt, she notices that he is actually mumbling a very quiet prayer to the Dawn Father. "OH! Sorry young one! I didn't notice you and errr, your friends coming to join me!" He would reply with a warm smile as he releases his holy amulet from his grasp. As he lets go of his amulet, you can see signs of wear and discoloration in the spots where his fingers had just been a second ago... giving you the feeling that he has clasped the amulet in his hands the same way thousands of times before. "My name is Walter... Walter Hatcher. My friends call me Walt." He would say as he extended his hand towards her for a handshake. As he reached out his hand, the other hand would move forward as well, revealing the fact that his hands were actually bound. "Oh, yes... I almost forgot! Don't mind that dear, I promise I mean you no harm." If Constance chooses to shake his hand, she would notice that although the handshake if firm and his skin is hard and calloused, it is also warm and oddly comforting. "I'm afraid I am the one that required counsel. You see... my old friend Viga sent me a message asking for help with some of the strange happenings going on here. When I showed up I was relived to see so many fellow followers to the Dawn Father." His eyes would narrow a bit as he leaned in a little closer. "I've been worshipping Pelor for many years now... and these people... these imposters... They may say that they serve the Dawn Father, but they are either lying or very misguided." The old man then taps his pack that rests on the ground beside him with his boot. Next to his pack is a weathered warhammer and battered shield. The man's blue eyes would look the young wizard up and down before glancing around to her companions. "So why are you and your friends here if you don't mind me asking? Has your offer to help the town been meet with the same level of cooperation that mine has?" He would ask with a ornery grin.
Constance hesitates when Mr. Hatcher offers his hand, her skin still tingling uncomfortably from the contact with Ed--even with the barriers of fabric between them--but she pushes past the feeling and shakes it with her gloved one. Her brows lift at sight of the bindings wrapped around his wrists.
"Miss Constance Lydia Drake, monstrozoologist and amateur alchemist at your service. I confess these are strange circumstances we find ourselves meeting under. Mr. Hatcher. Though I should think a friend of Viga's is also a friend of ours, considering our current company," her eyes flick to the Heralds as she quickly withdraws her hand and fists it in the fabric of her skirt. "And I suspect our help has met a similar response, yes. My associates and I were contracted to investigate a disappearance, but, well, 'the plot thickened' as they say!" Turning to better include Salamir and Rammand in the conversation, she makes introductions. "Said associates. Mr. Salamir Hawkwinter and Mr. Rammand Drunksong. And Mx. Eyes in the Dark. Everyone, this is Mr. Walter Hatcher, a rare specimen in this area as it seems he is a genuine follower of Pelor." The corner of her mouth quirks as she gives them all a knowing look.
"The last of our party shares in your divine commitment, though unfortunately she's..." Her attention glides across the room to wherever Persephone is, concern writ on her brows.
Salamir nods his head to Walter in greeting, "Nice to meet you. Now let me guess, Walter. They arrested you because your robes and equipment are not shiny and new enough?". He sighs not finding much humour in his joke and turns to Rammand, "I guess we are arguing for ourselves then".
He leans forward then to speak to Ed and whispers, "Sorry I didn't reply to your question earlier. Our case is a little more cut and dried I'm afraid. Three of them came to invite us to speak with the High Warden, and I was trying to explain that we would indeed comply after freshening up but they weren't taking no for an answer. Persephone decided to decline forcefully and myself and Rammand backed her up before things calmed down. It seems these folk haven't learned that no means no".
"Please, just call me Walt." The old man would reply with a smile as he looked towards the group. "They arrested me for a few reasons actually. I refused to leave town after accusing them of being imposters... and then got caught snooping around where I shouldn't have been as I tried to find out where they are holding half the village." The grin on his face would disappear and he looked Constance to Salamir. "I had been trying to find out more information about the shadow beasts as well.. but have not had much success."
Constance glances around to see who has view of them, then gives Ed a look as she pulls out her journal and scribbles something with her quill. Turning it so the others can see, it says:
They have a captured shadow beast here in the temple. Searching for weakness. Showed it to Ed.
As soon as they've read the message, she waves the red feather of her quill over the text and it fades away, not even a smudge of ink left behind.
"When...When did you get here," Viga exclaims moving over to Walt giving the cleric a big hug. "I...I didn't know you had arrived, " she adds looking utterly relieved to see the old cleric.
Viga then sees Constance's note and goes pale.
"Here," she says aloud before stifling her own voice with her hand over her mouth.
Ed shifts in his seat by Constance.
"It was...like utter darkness trapped by a sigil of light," the tabaxi explains.
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Athletics check to break the rope on his wrists 16 plus guidance 1
When Walt hears Viga's voice, his eyes would literally up and he would quickly turn to face his old friend. "Well hello there!" He would exclaim as he tried his hardest to return the hug. he would quickly mutter a few words under his breath for guidance befire and giving the ropes a quick jerk to see if he could loosen them enough to slip then off and return the hug proper.
"I got here a couple days ago. I wanted to come see you first but I was stopped by a few of these... occupiers." He would pause and glare around towards the zealots in the room. "They told me to leave town and well... you know how stubborn I can be. I decided to do some snooping around and wound up getting myself in even more trouble. After my first run in with these folks... I thought it best not to bring you any unwanted attention. After my second run jn with these folks..." He would add with a smile.
“Never had the patience to dig through law texts. Not that it’ll matter in this case. Might have to think about a backup plan.” Rammand barely finishes the thought before he begins putting two more braids in his beard, on either side of the center braid. As he does, he scans the room trying to approximate how much of the room is regular townspeople.
Perception: 5 (or 3 if it would be Insight)