Jebben looks to his companions, a puzzled expression spread across his young face. He looks back to the woman at the desk. "Excuse me, Minister Trask?" He knocks lightly on the desk in front of her.
"The guards won't see it that way, you know. The word of a constable is more than an Arrival. Take Annie.. please, just, take her somewhere safe. There's a resistance here, I just don't know where. Minister Trask helped us when we needed to get Annie out, take her to the Minister. She'll know what to do. Please.. I beg you. This city is corrupt, more than you can imagine, I beg you... I... you'll be killed.
The Ministers arms slip from beneath her as he head hits the desk with some force. You all notice that the back of her neck has a puncture wound of some sorts, and dry blood makes a track down to her back.
"Is there a back way out of here? We obviously can't go out the front with those two about to walk back in." Dorstaer looks around the common room. "We don't have much time. I'll take her with me and we'll go to the minister. Do you know anyone else who might help if we can't get to Trask? Or a safe place we can hide if needed?"
"What did you get me into THIS time?" Dorstaer thinks, directing angry thoughts toward his patron.
Jebben leaps back, his face swept with horror and surprise. He open his mouth, and a single word escapes loudly and clearly in his tiny, burbling voice. “****!”
His eyes go wide as he clamps his hand over his mouth, seemingly surprised at what escaped his lips. He looks at his three friends, all the time his eyes growing larger. From beneath the sides of his hand, more words try to escape: “Fmph! Fmph! Fmph! Ungh, Fmph, nngh!”
He blinks, uncovers his mouth, eyes still transfixed on the desk, and shrilly shrieks to the six outside the door. “Guards! Guards!”
The barman runs over to the door and puts one of the discarded chairs against it, bolting it shut just in time for the loud knocks of the group outside.
"I'm not part of the resistance, so I'm not sure. If you're careful you should reach her, if not.." He runs back over to the back room and shouts through to you. "There's a cellar down here, there's a tunnel that leads to the Fish Mongers a few streets away. You can take her through and find your way from there."
The bangs become even more frantic, and you spot one of the Guards peering through the window.
"Annie, go with these nice people, ok? They will keep you safe and protect you from the bad people. Don't be scared, daddy will find you soon."
Dorstaer speaks quietly to the barman to not be heard by the girl, "Why don't you come with us? Nothing good can come of staying." He then walks over and kneels before the girl, "We want to help. We will take you to safety and reunite you with your father as soon as we can." Picking up the girl, he looks to Barnum and says, "Time to go," then heads down to the cellar and flees down the tunnel.
The barman stops for a second and thinks. "I...yes, of course.. I should come with you. Maybe they won't destroy my pub? Ok that settle it, Annie, i'm coming to, no need to be upset."
As Dorstaer picks Annie up, the barman grabs his satchel he was packing and does a quick look around the back room.
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Ellayne gasps out loud even though her hands raise up to her lips to cover her sound. As her face goes pale, she feels the chills on her spine, watching Minister Trask’s limping body, dead. ”How... How did this happen?” She couldn't continue her words as her mismatched eyes shows how terrified she is.
Her body trembles slightly, watching Jebben’s reactions and calling to the guards. Ellayne can never believe this would happen to Minister Trask. Who could have done this to her and how did this murderer come in and finished her like this without anyone noticing? After a few moments, she starts to investigate the surrounding if there is a hint of the intruder.
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You move around behind the desk and look around Minister Trask's lifeless body. The puncture wound is slight, and precise. The blood is dried. (Medicine check to determine type of weapon).
You notice a locked drawer has been tampered with and is slightly ajar. You open it and it's empty, but staring at it for a few more seconds, you see a crack in the side. This secret compartment hasn't been touched, and lifts off with ease. Inside this secret side drawer is a scroll wrapped hastily and tied with a piece of string.
As you make your way back to the front of the desk, you spot a button on the floor just underneath the desk. Picking it up, the button is brass and has an inscription - "Tabatha's Terrific Tailors"
Jebben extends his hand towards Ellayne as she moves away, then draws it back. He looks down at Trask's corpse upon the desk. "Fu-" he begins, but clamps his hand back over his mouth. More muffled expletives squeeze out from beneath his white-knuckled fingers.
With wild-eyed helplessness the gnome stands, frozen in place, his gaze darting desperately from the minister's body, to Ellayne, to Vostaria, to Wander, to the door behind them, then back to the body.
"This is the time to consider that we may have gotten involved in something very bad by coming to this world." Wander says as he looks at the desd body and shakes his head, finding with each passing second that henis not liking the experience of this new world. From being shoved into what was little more then a jail cell for days on end to the strange people that were quicmly replaced by the mimic to accidentally causing a small fight back at the tavern. "Perhaps we should make ourselves scarce and find the others. But if thise other two of my kind went to get guards I do not know how long we have to get back to that tavern...."
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Ellayne frowns ever so softly as she checks on a scroll in a secret drawer and the button that inscribed with ”Tabatha’s Terrific Tailors.” Everything seems perfect and Minister Trask’s death can remain in mystery but some of the evidence she found could help them to find out the culprit. However, she decides to check how did this murderer assassinate Minister Trask, so she walks back toward the body of Minister Trask and checks once again.
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Vostaria observes her companions and the scene before her, fascinated, before the realization strikes her that they may be the ones that look guilty here. And that the situation at the Hot Chip cannot be resolved now, at least not with Trask's help. Her muscles tighten as a feeling of being trapped overcomes Vostaria. She listens for approaching guards.
After a few more moments of panic, Jebben bites his index finger, turns away from the desk, and takes a deep breath. His hat is still in his hand, his wild hair matching his wild-eyed expression, making him appear like a mad alchemist on the verge of some inhuman, dark discovery.
"What are we doing?" he hisses in a nervous whisper. "We can't go nosing through her stuff and taking our time! They will think us theives or ghouls! We need to let the authorities know there's been a murder!"
He looks back at the door again. "What are we going to do about Barnum and Dorstaer? She can't--we can't help them now!" A panicked groan escapes through Jebben's clenched teeth. "Someone has to tell them! What if they end up like the orcs when the guards arrive? Oh, we will never get out of this office in time!"
Vostaria looks at Jebben with calm eyes. "You speak true. The guards did not hear your shouts for help. We have been in here too long to not draw even more suspicion. Unless..."
Vostaria thinks for a moment.
"Place her back as she was, as if lost in thought, leaning on her hands. We all take a seat, then politely ask the guards to inquire when she will be ready to speak with us. She has been keeping us waiting ever so long, you see..."
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Jebben looks to his companions, a puzzled expression spread across his young face. He looks back to the woman at the desk. "Excuse me, Minister Trask?" He knocks lightly on the desk in front of her.
Current Roles:
GM - Fata Morgana: The Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Dostaer / Barnum
"The guards won't see it that way, you know. The word of a constable is more than an Arrival. Take Annie.. please, just, take her somewhere safe. There's a resistance here, I just don't know where. Minister Trask helped us when we needed to get Annie out, take her to the Minister. She'll know what to do. Please.. I beg you. This city is corrupt, more than you can imagine, I beg you... I... you'll be killed.
Jebben
As you lean closer and knock on the desk, can you make a Perception check, please?
Violent:
Perception Check: 19
Current Roles:
GM - Fata Morgana: The Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Jebben, Vostaria, Wander, Ellayne
The Ministers arms slip from beneath her as he head hits the desk with some force. You all notice that the back of her neck has a puncture wound of some sorts, and dry blood makes a track down to her back.
Jebben leaps back, his face swept with horror and surprise. He open his mouth, and a single word escapes loudly and clearly in his tiny, burbling voice. “****!”
His eyes go wide as he clamps his hand over his mouth, seemingly surprised at what escaped his lips. He looks at his three friends, all the time his eyes growing larger. From beneath the sides of his hand, more words try to escape: “Fmph! Fmph! Fmph! Ungh, Fmph, nngh!”
He blinks, uncovers his mouth, eyes still transfixed on the desk, and shrilly shrieks to the six outside the door. “Guards! Guards!”
Current Roles:
GM - Fata Morgana: The Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Dorstaer / Barnum
The barman runs over to the door and puts one of the discarded chairs against it, bolting it shut just in time for the loud knocks of the group outside.
"I'm not part of the resistance, so I'm not sure. If you're careful you should reach her, if not.." He runs back over to the back room and shouts through to you. "There's a cellar down here, there's a tunnel that leads to the Fish Mongers a few streets away. You can take her through and find your way from there."
The bangs become even more frantic, and you spot one of the Guards peering through the window.
"Annie, go with these nice people, ok? They will keep you safe and protect you from the bad people. Don't be scared, daddy will find you soon."
Annie is in tears and you can hear her sobbing.
Dorstaer speaks quietly to the barman to not be heard by the girl, "Why don't you come with us? Nothing good can come of staying." He then walks over and kneels before the girl, "We want to help. We will take you to safety and reunite you with your father as soon as we can." Picking up the girl, he looks to Barnum and says, "Time to go," then heads down to the cellar and flees down the tunnel.
Dorstaer / Barnum
The barman stops for a second and thinks. "I...yes, of course.. I should come with you. Maybe they won't destroy my pub? Ok that settle it, Annie, i'm coming to, no need to be upset."
As Dorstaer picks Annie up, the barman grabs his satchel he was packing and does a quick look around the back room.
(I'll wait for Barnum to post before advancing this part)
Ellayne gasps out loud even though her hands raise up to her lips to cover her sound. As her face goes pale, she feels the chills on her spine, watching Minister Trask’s limping body, dead. ”How... How did this happen?” She couldn't continue her words as her mismatched eyes shows how terrified she is.
Her body trembles slightly, watching Jebben’s reactions and calling to the guards. Ellayne can never believe this would happen to Minister Trask. Who could have done this to her and how did this murderer come in and finished her like this without anyone noticing? After a few moments, she starts to investigate the surrounding if there is a hint of the intruder.
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Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet
Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
Ellayne
You move around behind the desk and look around Minister Trask's lifeless body. The puncture wound is slight, and precise. The blood is dried. (Medicine check to determine type of weapon).
You notice a locked drawer has been tampered with and is slightly ajar. You open it and it's empty, but staring at it for a few more seconds, you see a crack in the side. This secret compartment hasn't been touched, and lifts off with ease. Inside this secret side drawer is a scroll wrapped hastily and tied with a piece of string.
As you make your way back to the front of the desk, you spot a button on the floor just underneath the desk. Picking it up, the button is brass and has an inscription - "Tabatha's Terrific Tailors"
Jebben extends his hand towards Ellayne as she moves away, then draws it back. He looks down at Trask's corpse upon the desk. "Fu-" he begins, but clamps his hand back over his mouth. More muffled expletives squeeze out from beneath his white-knuckled fingers.
With wild-eyed helplessness the gnome stands, frozen in place, his gaze darting desperately from the minister's body, to Ellayne, to Vostaria, to Wander, to the door behind them, then back to the body.
Current Roles:
GM - Fata Morgana: The Ghosts of Saltmarsh
"This is the time to consider that we may have gotten involved in something very bad by coming to this world." Wander says as he looks at the desd body and shakes his head, finding with each passing second that henis not liking the experience of this new world. From being shoved into what was little more then a jail cell for days on end to the strange people that were quicmly replaced by the mimic to accidentally causing a small fight back at the tavern. "Perhaps we should make ourselves scarce and find the others. But if thise other two of my kind went to get guards I do not know how long we have to get back to that tavern...."
Ellayne frowns ever so softly as she checks on a scroll in a secret drawer and the button that inscribed with ”Tabatha’s Terrific Tailors.” Everything seems perfect and Minister Trask’s death can remain in mystery but some of the evidence she found could help them to find out the culprit. However, she decides to check how did this murderer assassinate Minister Trask, so she walks back toward the body of Minister Trask and checks once again.
Medicine - 18
Reverie Forestgleam—Human Paladin Level 5 in Frontier City of Nunkreet
Extremely busy and busy as ever recently, but I will trying to catch up as much as I can
Ellayne
The puncture wound appears to have been administered by a very finely pointed dagger, almost needle like.
Vostaria observes her companions and the scene before her, fascinated, before the realization strikes her that they may be the ones that look guilty here. And that the situation at the Hot Chip cannot be resolved now, at least not with Trask's help. Her muscles tighten as a feeling of being trapped overcomes Vostaria. She listens for approaching guards.
Perception: 16
Vostaria
As you listen out, you can hear the muffled sounds of laughter from outside. It appears the guards did not hear the initial cry for them.
After a few more moments of panic, Jebben bites his index finger, turns away from the desk, and takes a deep breath. His hat is still in his hand, his wild hair matching his wild-eyed expression, making him appear like a mad alchemist on the verge of some inhuman, dark discovery.
"What are we doing?" he hisses in a nervous whisper. "We can't go nosing through her stuff and taking our time! They will think us theives or ghouls! We need to let the authorities know there's been a murder!"
He looks back at the door again. "What are we going to do about Barnum and Dorstaer? She can't--we can't help them now!" A panicked groan escapes through Jebben's clenched teeth. "Someone has to tell them! What if they end up like the orcs when the guards arrive? Oh, we will never get out of this office in time!"
Current Roles:
GM - Fata Morgana: The Ghosts of Saltmarsh
Vostaria looks at Jebben with calm eyes. "You speak true. The guards did not hear your shouts for help. We have been in here too long to not draw even more suspicion. Unless..."
Vostaria thinks for a moment.
"Place her back as she was, as if lost in thought, leaning on her hands. We all take a seat, then politely ask the guards to inquire when she will be ready to speak with us. She has been keeping us waiting ever so long, you see..."