It is quite clear to you that Demitric doesn't seem to have a breath. Or a pulse. And he isn't blinking.
You also rule out vamparism due to his healthy tan, and the fact that he's been driving the wagon the past 2 days, the front seats being exposed to the elements.
”I didn’t want to do it, but I had to... he set us up. He was conspiring with the Goblins that attacked us which is why he had us go this way... suggesting the spar and killing him was my only option! If he knew Jared and I had figured out his plans he would’ve killed us all on the spot... I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, I was afraid he might hear.”
I procure the dirty note from my pocket,
“He dropped this a while back, I had Jared help decifer it while I drove, it was written in goblin, it says everything...”
I give Tungol and Alteria a pained look as I hand over the note that reads, ‘We shall meet you at the location you gave us, your party will be destroyed as long as you pay each Goblin involved 2 silver after the deed is done.’
I methodically retrieve my crossbow bolts from the goblin corpses and wipe the blood off as I walk towards Demetric's body. I listen quietly to what Narissa has to say, definitely suspicious of the story, but not quite worried about his death either way.
"Well this is a lot to take in indeed... seeing as he was bark and no bite I think we could have approached this without burning him to a deep crisp, but I suppose now it's been handled." I pause for a second and look up.
"Wow Jared, I didn't know you could read. Huh"
After the pause I kneel down and begin to look through Demitric's personal belongings to see if there's anything salvageable left either on person or with the rest of his equipment.
A backpack, in which lies a candle, a set of costumed clothes and some fine ones as well. a Dice Set, Disguise kit, Dragonchess set (plus a few odd pieces), a water-skin, some rations, an official document of some kind, written in elvish (those who can read that language may translate it if they wish).
By the campfire sits his bedroll, upon which are his bagpipes.
Finally, on his body is a Signet Ring, a set of leather armour, a rapier, a dagger, a coin-purse which holds 25 gp and 5sp, as well as a sealed letter, the emblem in the wax being identical to the one on the signet ring.
I seize the water, rations, and dagger for myself. I look at the bagpipes. "Shame we didn't get to hear him play." Holding the hefty coin purse I turn to the group.
"I believe it would make the most sense to split this all equally between us. I have no immediate use for anything else, but I am curious about this document and letter. How mysterious!" My tail twitches a bit with interest.
The document details Demitric as a noble, his full name Being Demitric Valadin Da Dolo, of the aforementioned clan (you can make history checks to see what you know about this family).
It also details his immediate lineage, several seals and stamps to indicate authenticity, and most curiously, a seal indicating that he was on a temporary exile from the family. He's not banished per se, and a note is scribbled on the back (also in elvish)
"Come back when you are done with this foolishness.
-Egalan"
If any of you wish, you can roll insight to contest Narissa's deception.
“My pleasure. Hmm... Demitric Valadin Da Dolo... He was pretty strange... being as he set us up I’m not too surprised he was exiled from his family but I am courious as to what he had done.”
I furrow my eyebrows as I try to recall anything I may know about his family.
Narissa, quite the scatterbrained historian, seems to recall them as lawful good circus drow, with a penchant for 8-legged chair dancing upon reaching Drider status.
Tungol;
You remember from your time in captivity to the cult, of hushed wispers and overheard angry meetings.
Valadin Da Dolo, the noble elvish family most known for both it's small army of elite assassins, and how their members were also trained as assassins. Rumors circulate that primary members know secret battle tactics, knowledge of rare and deadly poisons and elixirs, and penchant for agression towards dragons.
The face of the family is that of well trained scholars and legal advisers, a status that is also far too real, capable of tying up their enemies in so much red tape that they more resemble an overeager child's attempt as a winter festival gift wrapping than anything else.
Valadin Da Dolo, the noble elvish family most known for its members being substantially well trained scholars and legal advisers, a status that is also far top dangerous, capable of tying up their enemies in so much red tape that they more resemble an overeager child's attempt as a winter festival gift wrapping than anything else.
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After I regain my footing, I run over to the bard to check on them, since they didn't look so hot earlier, hopefully finding the spark of life.
Getting hit with such a cool attack ought to leave one smoldering with derision towards the hot-headed sorcerer.
I think about having a nice smoke after the heat of battle to calm my fiery nerves.
Tungol
"Everyone else not dying?"
I check over the the limp bard to see if they're still breathing and potentially treat any life threatening injuries.
Medicine: 19
Tungol
It is quite clear to you that Demitric doesn't seem to have a breath. Or a pulse. And he isn't blinking.
You also rule out vamparism due to his healthy tan, and the fact that he's been driving the wagon the past 2 days, the front seats being exposed to the elements.
I walk over to Demitric’s corpse solemnly,
”I didn’t want to do it, but I had to... he set us up. He was conspiring with the Goblins that attacked us which is why he had us go this way... suggesting the spar and killing him was my only option! If he knew Jared and I had figured out his plans he would’ve killed us all on the spot... I’m sorry for not telling you earlier, I was afraid he might hear.”
I procure the dirty note from my pocket,
“He dropped this a while back, I had Jared help decifer it while I drove, it was written in goblin, it says everything...”
I give Tungol and Alteria a pained look as I hand over the note that reads, ‘We shall meet you at the location you gave us, your party will be destroyed as long as you pay each Goblin involved 2 silver after the deed is done.’
I'm gonna need you to roll deception.
You get advantage because of the note.
I methodically retrieve my crossbow bolts from the goblin corpses and wipe the blood off as I walk towards Demetric's body. I listen quietly to what Narissa has to say, definitely suspicious of the story, but not quite worried about his death either way.
"Well this is a lot to take in indeed... seeing as he was bark and no bite I think we could have approached this without burning him to a deep crisp, but I suppose now it's been handled." I pause for a second and look up.
"Wow Jared, I didn't know you could read. Huh"
After the pause I kneel down and begin to look through Demitric's personal belongings to see if there's anything salvageable left either on person or with the rest of his equipment.
Alteria
On Demitric's person you find:
A backpack, in which lies a candle, a set of costumed clothes and some fine ones as well. a Dice Set, Disguise kit, Dragonchess set (plus a few odd pieces), a water-skin, some rations, an official document of some kind, written in elvish (those who can read that language may translate it if they wish).
By the campfire sits his bedroll, upon which are his bagpipes.
Finally, on his body is a Signet Ring, a set of leather armour, a rapier, a dagger, a coin-purse which holds 25 gp and 5sp, as well as a sealed letter, the emblem in the wax being identical to the one on the signet ring.
I seize the water, rations, and dagger for myself. I look at the bagpipes. "Shame we didn't get to hear him play." Holding the hefty coin purse I turn to the group.
"I believe it would make the most sense to split this all equally between us. I have no immediate use for anything else, but I am curious about this document and letter. How mysterious!" My tail twitches a bit with interest.
Alteria
Do you wish to open the letter?
I look at the others.
"Should we open it?"
Alteria
"I am curious! These goblins are rather lonesome. Maybe some motivation in those papers."
While this is happening I take out an ornate pipe in the shape of the dragon and move to stuff it with some dried leaves.
"Anyone got a light?"
Tungol
Just announce if/when you open it, I'll have quality post the contents there
deception: 11
14
I pick up the document,
“If you’d all like, I can translate this. Also Tungol allow me,”
I cast
Prestidigitation
to light his pipe
Just waiting for class to start, but yeah.
The document details Demitric as a noble, his full name Being Demitric Valadin Da Dolo, of the aforementioned clan (you can make history checks to see what you know about this family).
It also details his immediate lineage, several seals and stamps to indicate authenticity, and most curiously, a seal indicating that he was on a temporary exile from the family. He's not banished per se, and a note is scribbled on the back (also in elvish)
"Come back when you are done with this foolishness.
-Egalan"
If any of you wish, you can roll insight to contest Narissa's deception.
I take a good old long puff on the pipe through my beak.
"Appreciated. Not sure I understand this bard at all. Weird elf."
"Da Dolo... maybe remember hearing about then at some point."
History: 16
Tungol
“My pleasure. Hmm... Demitric Valadin Da Dolo... He was pretty strange... being as he set us up I’m not too surprised he was exiled from his family but I am courious as to what he had done.”
I furrow my eyebrows as I try to recall anything I may know about his family.
History: 4
Narissa, quite the scatterbrained historian, seems to recall them as lawful good circus drow, with a penchant for 8-legged chair dancing upon reaching Drider status.
Tungol;
You remember from your time in captivity to the cult, of hushed wispers and overheard angry meetings.
Valadin Da Dolo, the noble elvish family most known for both it's small army of elite assassins, and how their members were also trained as assassins. Rumors circulate that primary members know secret battle tactics, knowledge of rare and deadly poisons and elixirs, and penchant for agression towards dragons.
The face of the family is that of well trained scholars and legal advisers, a status that is also far too real, capable of tying up their enemies in so much red tape that they more resemble an overeager child's attempt as a winter festival gift wrapping than anything else.
To you, they're basically Lawer Assassins.
"So he was a noble?" I too try to think if I remember anything about his family.
History: 5
Alteria
Alteria;
Valadin Da Dolo, the noble elvish family most known for its members being substantially well trained scholars and legal advisers, a status that is also far top dangerous, capable of tying up their enemies in so much red tape that they more resemble an overeager child's attempt as a winter festival gift wrapping than anything else.