Already forgotten! Varris says to Mikkael as he approaches the small group huddling by the deceased dwarf.
Calmly returning his arms into his large sleeves, Varris takes a moment to collect his thoughts before beginning to talk to Desguin. We are a group of....specialists assisting an associate of yours, Ms. Darna Kealara, with an investigation into the recent spate of disappearances that began in the slums. That is actually her brother Mikkael (points to him). She suggested we introduce ourselves to see where things stood, and it would appear it was a most fortuitous suggestion.
Ackam walks over to the dead Foe, places his foot on his back, and pulls out his javelin, a spray of goblin's blood following from the exit wound. Ackam raises his javelin and cheers as the last of the enemies escape into the bowels of Olber. He places the javelin into it's leather case attached to his back, and then strolls over to Mikkael and slaps him on the back as they both look down on the captured Drow. "Fer feck sake, Mikkael, it seems like you caught us a live one here." Ackam leans down towards the wounded Drow, and cock his head. "And what brings a bunch o' drow like you up to us civilized folk?"Ackam asks the Drow.
Yes indeed, friend, hopefully he can help us get to the bottom of all this...
The drow looks up at Ackam. No speak above tongue... he looks over to Aedra and calls out in elvish Take me to wherever you take your prisoners, give me assurances that I will not be harmed, and I will tell you what you want to know. For now, I'm going to close my eyes for a moment, the loss of blood and friends has quite taken it out of me. He drops his head back to the sand and closes his eyes.
Thorok heaves his oak and holly staff skyward with a victorious and satisfied cry. He makes his way toward Mikkael, Varris, and the drow, muttering to himself, "Moy one regert ist'n tha' that sloimeh gobfeck sleked aweh.."He claps Mikkael on the back saying "A hardeh foit Mikkael! Wellee played, payee no moind ter those'n hot-trigger city gummers what never had ter take a foe hostage."He gives a grin and a wink to Agency and Varris before pausing, solemn, before Palkin's corpse. Earthhand kneels and withdraws a twig of yew, which he places clasped in the hands of the dead dwarf. He listens carefully to Varris talking to Desguin as he performs his rites.
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
Already forgotten! Varris says to Mikkael as he approaches the small group huddling by the deceased dwarf.
Calmly returning his arms into his large sleeves, Varris takes a moment to collect his thoughts before beginning to talk to Desguin. We are a group of....specialists assisting an associate of yours, Ms. Darna Kealara, with an investigation into the recent spate of disappearances that began in the slums. That is actually her brother Mikkael (points to him). She suggested we introduce ourselves to see where things stood, and it would appear it was a most fortuitous suggestion.
It's fortuitous indeed. Desguin looks down at Palkin and then at the corpses littering the arena For me at least.
A stable boy runs in out of breath just in front of a half dozen members of the watch. Those of them that have never seen a battlefield stare in amazement for a moment at a scene of carnage the likes of which they have never seen. Even the battle tested veterans among them shake their heads in wonder at the corpses strewn about, then turn to look at your party respect clear on their faces.
Look alive boys, chain the dark elf, bags over his hands, don't want him casting something on you, bring him in throw him in a cell, I want to men outside his sell at all times. Two who don't speak elvish, don't want him making promises tempting any of you lot. There's a goblin somewhere on foot, he took of out the east gate. I want patrols doubled tonight and going forward till I say other wise.
For a goblin, sir?interjects one of his men.
No, not for a goblin you bloody edjit, there's something going on here a damn sight bigger than a gobbo lose in the city. Get to it now, gents, chop chop. And get someone down here to take care of these bodies, they're starting to stink.
Desguin motions over to the party. Here now, listen, there's no need for all the droo's possesions to make it into the Twelve's coffers. Why don't you take whatever weapons they have, as well as coin and jewels and what not. Anything that might give me insight into why they're here, though, that I'll keep.
BASTION is already on one knee doing a thorough examination of the largest Drow body. Checking the clothing/armor for any distinctive markings and checking the nooks and crannies for anything of interest or value.
Thorok heaves his oak and holly staff skyward with a victorious and satisfied cry. He makes his way toward Mikkael, Varris, and the drow, muttering to himself, "Moy one regert ist'n tha' that sloimeh gobfeck sleked aweh.."He claps Mikkael on the back saying "A hardeh foit Mikkael! Wellee played, payee no moind ter those'n hot-trigger city gummers what never had ter take a foe hostage."He gives a grin and a wink to Agency and Varris before pausing, solemn, before Palkin's corpse. Earthhand kneels and withdraws a twig of yew, which he places clasped in the hands of the dead dwarf. He listens carefully to Varris talking to Desguin as he performs his rites.
My thanks, Earthhand, I took no offence. I know how a battle gets your blood up, speaking of which, anyone for grabbing a drink before we question Kalsh and the drow? I believe we passed a pub on the way from the Watch building.He blows out a long shuddering half sigh I know I could use one.
Desguin watches as Earthhand places the yew twig in Palkin's hands. He stares for a moment and then bows his head along with the druid. When Earthhand finishes Desguin looks at him and says Thank you, druid, Palkin was a sneak and a bastard, but god's he could drink and tell a story. He'll be missed, but his wife will be happy to know one of his own was here to help send his spirit on it's way. He puts his hand on Earthhand's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. I'll take you all to the watch after we've searched the droo, we'll question who needs questioning and then I'll take you all to Soldier's Ease, it's my bar, we'll drink on me for saving my life, and we'll be able to talk more privately there as well.
BASTION is already on one knee doing a thorough examination of the largest Drow body. Checking the clothing/armor for any distinctive markings and checking the nooks and crannies for anything of interest or value.
BASTION is already on one knee doing a thorough examination of the largest Drow body. Checking the clothing/armor for any distinctive markings and checking the nooks and crannies for anything of interest or value.
INVESTIGATION: 17
This ^
Bastion pulls a small piece of paper from where it was tucked into a hidden pocket in the drow's shirt. it reads:
Chaos must rule in the streets, I need more time. We are close now, we must shift focus from our activities. Do whatever it takes.
BASTION eyes the shield - and if one could read the stony expression on its face they may be moved to call it desire. After a moment its soft voice cuts across the thick air of the battlefield...
"Though I have no great use for potions - the intact parts of my internal database include extensive information on Artefact and Arcana. I could be of some use in identifying some of these items when we have a moment. Also if I may ask to carry the repossessed shield... I find the design rather..."BASTION's head tilts as if trying to process an entirely new but somehow familiar feeling, "...striking."
Ackam finishes picking up his crossbow from where he dropped it and slings it across his back next to his javelin and turns towards the Arena as members of the watch pour in. His listens as a watchman barks orders and they start to drag the Drow away.
Ackam walks over to Earthhand and Desquin as the two make peace over Pascal's fallen body. "Aye, it would have been nice ta trade a tale or two with the poor fella',"Ackam says as he takes out two small copper coins and places them over Pascal's closed eyelids. Ackam then mutters "Fer yer travels, stranger friend."
Ackam slaps his hands on the back of Desquin's and Earthhand's backs, smiles, and says "did I hear right in one of ya sayin' you own yer own tavern, eh? What the feck are we standin' here for, then? Da sooner we split da booty and get ta questionen' dat droo, da faster we can start drinken'."
Ackam goes over to the loot and picks up the long sword and short sword, examining the onyx on both of them. He thrusts them about in the air. "Nobody mind me taken' these here trophies?"
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Standing over the dead dwarfs body, Varris finishes saying Mishkalas rites. “May Mishkala watch over you in your next life.”
Noticing the odd ring Varris leans over and says “While I am not usually one for jewelry, there’s something intriguing about that ring. Would you mind if I take a look at that?”
"Aye, dese blades suit me well. Maybe come in handy if'n we find ourselves looken to ambush some poor basterds," Ackam says as he puts ties the short sword onto his belt and rests the longsword on his shoulder. He goes back over to the booty and using his toes pokes about the coinage they received. Speaking to no one he says aloud, "how we recken' we should split de coinage?" Ackam looks over at Bastion and again says to no one in particular, "or we can trust ol' bucket head over dere to hold onto our monies."
Eyeing the pile of loot as well as his companions, Earthhand speaks. "Oy think those're fair picks Batshun and Ackam. If'n we want and we've got oo Oi daenae ten minutes Oi'cn scry these weapons and jewels fer magicks."
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Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
If yeh want to head to the watch now, we've got our mage there, He'll tell yeh what they are, no charge. The Watch is in your debt as well, after all. Gods know what would have happened if these beasts had gotten past me. Desguin finishes considering the consequences and looks to you all to see if you're ready to leave.
Agency slowly walks over to Mikkael and lightly lifts her tail and uses the tip to grab his opposite should. Crossing her arms and leaning in she whispers in his ear.
You may be Darna's brother, but embarrass me infront of the others again and she may no longer have one I don't care what gods arse you lick. Then she breaks into a smile and pats him in the back forcefully.WELL DONE back there Mikkael... everyone. I've always wanted to fight with a group and you guys did not disappoint. I dare say would have been in even more of a pickle were it not for Thorok's vines.
She puts her hand on her hips and looks around. Well I haven't the penchant for any of this glib glab. As she points around the investigation area. But, I don't mind letting Bastion hold onto the coin for now.
I never thought I'd say this, but I've had my fill of the Arena at this point, so lets have our fill of some drink. Honestly, none of this loot catches my eye but we may as well get them checked. Those potions might be useful.
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Already forgotten! Varris says to Mikkael as he approaches the small group huddling by the deceased dwarf.
Calmly returning his arms into his large sleeves, Varris takes a moment to collect his thoughts before beginning to talk to Desguin. We are a group of....specialists assisting an associate of yours, Ms. Darna Kealara, with an investigation into the recent spate of disappearances that began in the slums. That is actually her brother Mikkael (points to him). She suggested we introduce ourselves to see where things stood, and it would appear it was a most fortuitous suggestion.
Yes indeed, friend, hopefully he can help us get to the bottom of all this...
The drow looks up at Ackam. No speak above tongue... he looks over to Aedra and calls out in elvish Take me to wherever you take your prisoners, give me assurances that I will not be harmed, and I will tell you what you want to know. For now, I'm going to close my eyes for a moment, the loss of blood and friends has quite taken it out of me. He drops his head back to the sand and closes his eyes.
Thorok heaves his oak and holly staff skyward with a victorious and satisfied cry. He makes his way toward Mikkael, Varris, and the drow, muttering to himself, "Moy one regert ist'n tha' that sloimeh gobfeck sleked aweh.." He claps Mikkael on the back saying "A hardeh foit Mikkael! Wellee played, payee no moind ter those'n hot-trigger city gummers what never had ter take a foe hostage." He gives a grin and a wink to Agency and Varris before pausing, solemn, before Palkin's corpse. Earthhand kneels and withdraws a twig of yew, which he places clasped in the hands of the dead dwarf. He listens carefully to Varris talking to Desguin as he performs his rites.
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
It's fortuitous indeed. Desguin looks down at Palkin and then at the corpses littering the arena For me at least.
A stable boy runs in out of breath just in front of a half dozen members of the watch. Those of them that have never seen a battlefield stare in amazement for a moment at a scene of carnage the likes of which they have never seen. Even the battle tested veterans among them shake their heads in wonder at the corpses strewn about, then turn to look at your party respect clear on their faces.
Look alive boys, chain the dark elf, bags over his hands, don't want him casting something on you, bring him in throw him in a cell, I want to men outside his sell at all times. Two who don't speak elvish, don't want him making promises tempting any of you lot. There's a goblin somewhere on foot, he took of out the east gate. I want patrols doubled tonight and going forward till I say other wise.
For a goblin, sir? interjects one of his men.
No, not for a goblin you bloody edjit, there's something going on here a damn sight bigger than a gobbo lose in the city. Get to it now, gents, chop chop. And get someone down here to take care of these bodies, they're starting to stink.
Desguin motions over to the party. Here now, listen, there's no need for all the droo's possesions to make it into the Twelve's coffers. Why don't you take whatever weapons they have, as well as coin and jewels and what not. Anything that might give me insight into why they're here, though, that I'll keep.
While I figure out what was on those drow, why don't you guys go ahead and add 175xp each.
BASTION is already on one knee doing a thorough examination of the largest Drow body. Checking the clothing/armor for any distinctive markings and checking the nooks and crannies for anything of interest or value.
INVESTIGATION: 17
My thanks, Earthhand, I took no offence. I know how a battle gets your blood up, speaking of which, anyone for grabbing a drink before we question Kalsh and the drow? I believe we passed a pub on the way from the Watch building. He blows out a long shuddering half sigh I know I could use one.
Desguin watches as Earthhand places the yew twig in Palkin's hands. He stares for a moment and then bows his head along with the druid. When Earthhand finishes Desguin looks at him and says Thank you, druid, Palkin was a sneak and a bastard, but god's he could drink and tell a story. He'll be missed, but his wife will be happy to know one of his own was here to help send his spirit on it's way. He puts his hand on Earthhand's shoulder and gives it a squeeze. I'll take you all to the watch after we've searched the droo, we'll question who needs questioning and then I'll take you all to Soldier's Ease, it's my bar, we'll drink on me for saving my life, and we'll be able to talk more privately there as well.
Desguin brings you the the haul from the Drow:
Is there anything else anyone would like to do before heading to the watch station?
This ^
Bastion pulls a small piece of paper from where it was tucked into a hidden pocket in the drow's shirt. it reads:
Chaos must rule in the streets, I need more time. We are close now, we must shift focus from our activities. Do whatever it takes.
-L
BASTION eyes the shield - and if one could read the stony expression on its face they may be moved to call it desire. After a moment its soft voice cuts across the thick air of the battlefield...
"Though I have no great use for potions - the intact parts of my internal database include extensive information on Artefact and Arcana. I could be of some use in identifying some of these items when we have a moment. Also if I may ask to carry the repossessed shield... I find the design rather..." BASTION's head tilts as if trying to process an entirely new but somehow familiar feeling, "...striking."
Ackam finishes picking up his crossbow from where he dropped it and slings it across his back next to his javelin and turns towards the Arena as members of the watch pour in. His listens as a watchman barks orders and they start to drag the Drow away.
Ackam walks over to Earthhand and Desquin as the two make peace over Pascal's fallen body. "Aye, it would have been nice ta trade a tale or two with the poor fella'," Ackam says as he takes out two small copper coins and places them over Pascal's closed eyelids. Ackam then mutters "Fer yer travels, stranger friend."
Ackam slaps his hands on the back of Desquin's and Earthhand's backs, smiles, and says "did I hear right in one of ya sayin' you own yer own tavern, eh? What the feck are we standin' here for, then? Da sooner we split da booty and get ta questionen' dat droo, da faster we can start drinken'."
Ackam goes over to the loot and picks up the long sword and short sword, examining the onyx on both of them. He thrusts them about in the air. "Nobody mind me taken' these here trophies?"
Ackam also closely examine the sword for any magic.
Arcana: 12
Standing over the dead dwarfs body, Varris finishes saying Mishkalas rites. “May Mishkala watch over you in your next life.”
Noticing the odd ring Varris leans over and says “While I am not usually one for jewelry, there’s something intriguing about that ring. Would you mind if I take a look at that?”
Arcana: 16
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Ackham, you don't see any sign of magic to the blades, but you do see that they're exquisitely made and the blades don't reflect light.
Varris, as you stare at the ring you almost begin to see the colors shifting beneath it's surface.
"Aye, dese blades suit me well. Maybe come in handy if'n we find ourselves looken to ambush some poor basterds," Ackam says as he puts ties the short sword onto his belt and rests the longsword on his shoulder. He goes back over to the booty and using his toes pokes about the coinage they received. Speaking to no one he says aloud, "how we recken' we should split de coinage?" Ackam looks over at Bastion and again says to no one in particular, "or we can trust ol' bucket head over dere to hold onto our monies."
Eyeing the pile of loot as well as his companions, Earthhand speaks. "Oy think those're fair picks Batshun and Ackam. If'n we want and we've got oo Oi daenae ten minutes Oi'cn scry these weapons and jewels fer magicks."
Incantis, half-elf warlock (great old one) 4/bard 1 ● Thorok Earthhand, hill dwarf mountain druid 6/grave cleric 2
Cragmyre Ironseed, earth genasi ancestral barbarian 3 ● Cyrus Natriallae, aquatic half-elf warlock of the deep 3
If yeh want to head to the watch now, we've got our mage there, He'll tell yeh what they are, no charge. The Watch is in your debt as well, after all. Gods know what would have happened if these beasts had gotten past me. Desguin finishes considering the consequences and looks to you all to see if you're ready to leave.
Agency slowly walks over to Mikkael and lightly lifts her tail and uses the tip to grab his opposite should. Crossing her arms and leaning in she whispers in his ear.
You may be Darna's brother, but embarrass me infront of the others again and she may no longer have one I don't care what gods arse you lick. Then she breaks into a smile and pats him in the back forcefully. WELL DONE back there Mikkael... everyone. I've always wanted to fight with a group and you guys did not disappoint. I dare say would have been in even more of a pickle were it not for Thorok's vines.
She puts her hand on her hips and looks around. Well I haven't the penchant for any of this glib glab. As she points around the investigation area. But, I don't mind letting Bastion hold onto the coin for now.
I never thought I'd say this, but I've had my fill of the Arena at this point, so lets have our fill of some drink. Honestly, none of this loot catches my eye but we may as well get them checked. Those potions might be useful.