Jam'es comes down the stairs behind Komoi, his hands in his pockets, forearms tense. He's a stout man... or is he? If he were human you might follow through with the thought, but there is something very dwarvish in his bone structure. He stands a good measure over five feet but is shorter than the young woman coming down the stairs behind him. His face looks like he's carried more than his fare share of hurt, with weathered, tough looking skin; short cropped greyish hair and matching short, cropped grey chops. A few days of stubble has dusted the rest of his face. His clothes are plain - a white, toggled shirt, with a suspender like leather holster over his shoulders holding two pristine hand-axes at his back with the handles at fast access. Plain, soft leather pants with non-descript but good quality sturdy black boots make up the rest of his wardrobe. He shares a look with Bart and slowly exhales while taking in the rest of the party.
"Good morning. Name's Jam'es Weilon, but my friends call me Rev." He says a bit flatly, glancing back at the woman behind him and giving her space in the room beside him.
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"Is that a fact? Then I guess it would be to my best interest to meet with her... After I acquaint myself with our compatriots to be. Greetings Jam'es, my name is Warren, Warren Hammond."
Warren's tone changes, but not in a way that would assume he's suspicious of the tall Dwarf, but would suggest that he's just taking a step back from talking business.
Warren seems to a young human man that seems a bit too wiry to have such a strong posture and tone. Though not much is revealed at first, Warren takes the form and stature of a proud knight, and his voice rings with conviction and sincerity. Upon removing his helm, he appears to be naught but a city man, as he lacks any features that suggest he has the training that most others have in his profession. He has a striking appearance as his fair skin refects the sun's radiance, his almond hair cut to a smooth style, and hazel eyes seem to contain a piece of the cosmos themselves. His armor is a 4 piece set that consists of a long-sleeved chainmail sweater, fortified chainmail pants, a helm with 2 slim slits that act as eyeholes and boots, all of which are emblazoned with a blue infinity sign somewhere. Such as: on the belt of the pants, the outside ankle on the boots, and a faded symbol on the chest. The only pieces that stick out are the shield, which looks battered and beaten, except for the holy symbol in the center, which seems untouched, and his gauntlets, which are made of leather, but have od sigils inscribed onto them. His shield is on his arm, and his sword is sheathed onto his back. His armor shines, but clearly has seen better days.
"It is an honor to meet you, kind sir." Warren says as he gets up to shake hands with the tall dwarven man.
Artos moves towards the newcomers in the parlor, smiling and greeting, he shakes hand and seems to be truly interested to found new adventurers.
"I am Artos Krit, nice to meet you all"
The fire genasi looks messy at a first glance, he wears simple leather brown paints and whore a pair of shabby boots. His bare chest highlights his skin, is lightly tanned, more from the sun than for his kin. To notice, he has bandages covering his forearms, with clearly visible scraps of burn scars sprouting from them. Covering his shoulders, a surprisingly wondrous cloak with the shape of a grey wolf. His hair vivid red and messy like a clinking fire, tuned with them, his eyes are white-hot, undoubtedly manifesting his race.
Despite this appearance there's a hint of nobility upon him, something catched by his posture and gesture.
Brionne steps into the room up to Jam'es' side, checking behind her to make sure Nalia is safe. She nods to the newcomers, mouth tight in a courteous but cautious smile. "Hello. I am Brionne Dunwood. It is a pleasure to meet so many new people."
Brionne stands slightly taller than the dwarf next to her, with brown hair tied back in a braid and tanned skin drawn over angular features. Brown eyes flecked with gold flash to each person in the room in turn, assessing but not yet suspicious. She wears simple traveling clothes of sturdy brown pants and green tunic with a soft, cream colored shirt, and over that a tightly ringed coat of chain mail. Her boots, fine brown leather with tiny wings attached to the back, seem to lighten her step as she enters the room. As she shifts to view each of the new adventurers in turn, she tightens and loosens her grip on the worn and scarred axe held at her side, although she makes no move to raise it.
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Bart sighs and gives Orryn a hard stare. He watches him carefully, thinking over his words and the legitimate of them.
Orryn makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check in an attempt to convince Bart that his intentions are noble. Orryn has advantage since he appeals to family, and family is a very important thing to the butler.
Orryn makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check! 1d20.advantage() + 3 = 10
"It's at the old quarry, if you take an east at the fork at the southern entrance," Bart says, then scoffs and dusts off his suit. "Folks won't stop talkin' about the vein of gems down there. Driven people mad, and several to death. If you wish to go down and kill yourself in those caves, I won't stop ya."
Warren:
Nalia steps back slightly as Warren approaches. She looks away, not one to have about social gatherings, but something catches her eye that prompts her to speak. "That drawing," she asks Warren, her low, but dead serious voice cutting above the conversation in the room. "Where did you get that?"
The girl steps forward, observes the sketch closer. She blinks, then frowns back to Warren and cries out in a louder voice. "Has something happened to him? Is he alive?"
The goblin hovers in the back of the room, looking mostly uninterested with the conversation at hand. He fiddles around with an object around his neck, one hand carefully covering it from view. He tucks it away and wanders over to one of the nearby windows, staring out of it intently. One could almost think the goblin might be thinking. Unless otherwise disturbed, the goblin shows no sign of paying attention to the conversation.
Warren almost immediately snaps to a trance, his gaze focused on the lady, his face contorted into shock and rage. He goes over to her and looks at the sketch.
Ohhh... This is looking bad... For that murderer's lifespan.
He looks the mayor square in the eye and answers with the following statement.
"... From your tone, I'm guessing he didn't stop with my friends."
Jam'es, sensing tension that he has no stake in but not feeling like the paladin is a threat to the bodily health of Bart, turns to Brionne and says in an exhale:
"Breakfast? Seems like we'll be heading out in due time. Might be good to get something in our bellies before we do. Sounds like this might take a while..." He turns and heads for the kitchen, "Anyone else?"
Jam'es will be ready to go as soon as the party is, no need to play through "breakfast," just figured I'd move the scene along a little and make room for different interactions.
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Warren glances apologetically at Brionne, and Artos. Taking a deep breath, he follows Jam'es.
"He's right. We should take a seat. It's quite a tale."
Not one I'd like to tell, but it's necessary at this point
He gathers up his belongingings before seating at the table. Once everyone has taken their seat, he begins an explanation.
"I'm not deservant of that title yet, though I'd like to think so. I was going to be a real paladin, but this man got in the way of it all."
Warren shows Artos the sketch, giving it to him for him to pass around.
"To be honest, I did not wish to witness the tragedies and misfortune that beset this Hamlet of Lindley. Though my actions are guided by Mishakal, it was not the divine pull of purpose that brought me here, but an anonymous tip in the form of this letter."
He produces a small letter from his bag, and sets it on the table.
"Why am I after this man? To prove my innocence back home. The man that you see on that sketch murdered a few colleagues and a few close friends of mine. And pinned the blame on me. So now it's either I die in my search of him, or bring him before my temple. Where did I get this sketch? My home. The Solacean Temple. A fellow acolyte that witnessed the murders sketched and inked this to help me along my journey as best as possible. To my relief, it's an accurate one."
Brionne takes her seat at the table as well, stowing her axe underneath as she is assured of the newcomers' safety. She listens closely as Warren speaks, interested in hearing more about the mysterious man that both Nalia and this adventurer seemed to know. As Warren tells his story and passes around the sketch, her horror grows at his recounting of the stranger's crimes.
"That's terrible!" Brionne gasps. "Nalia, it seemed like you recognized his face from the drawing. Did this man come through Lindley as well?"
"He... did,"Nalia says hesitantly, after Warren's powerful words. She fixes her hair a moment, then repeats her words. "He did. He came to the Hamlet nearly two weeks ago. I had met him in the market whilst I did my shopping. Bart was with me, but... he tended to only approach me when I was alone."
Nalia then shifts her gaze over to Warren. "He was a kind man though. A gracious man. The moment he arrived in town, he wished to help the townspeople. We no longer have any more guard, as one there is no one to train them, and two, the people are too fearful to step out of their homes at night. When I told him this, he offered to watch over the town himself. I thought he was mad and suicidal, but when the first morn came and I saw the bodies of evil wolves littering the street, I was convinced of his valor and skill."
"About a week ago, he told me that during his research while staying at the Hamlet, he discovered something that could repel or even kill the evil spirit that plagues our town. An powerful artifact, hidden deep in the Fabled Heights, that could destroy it. He asked for my help to search for it, using the library we have here at the manor. I obliged him."
Yes, definitely sorry to you and everyone else that things are going a bit slow at the moment! More trouble on my end making it harder to reply faster. Definitely thanks for trying to move it along. Feel free to nab a couple of people for breakfast to go roleplay with as they converse with the NPCs. You guys are always free to do that.
Warren feels like he's in a rough spot. Though this man plans to right the wrongs that he did by helping this place, this course of action does not deem him innocent for past actions. His expression tenses up in deep thought, as he asks yet a few more questions.
"Is that a fact? Hmm... How long ago did he leave, and what was the exact name and purpose of the Artifact he was looking for? Even if he had good intentions, he still owes me answers."
This is indeed weird. Unless he gets something out of this particular course of action, this seems very out of character for a man who has no qualms about killing kids and a fairly aged man in their sleep. This needs investigation, and only he can give me answers.
Artos seats on the table as well and carefully listened his companion revelation and the following reactions. His feelings confuse the fire genasi. For some reason for few moments he feels empathizing with the man on the sketch...was he really looking for a redemption? what if, his actions were not on his will when he murdered all these people? why? he apparently set himself on such a valiant and deadly venture now?
"Warren" Artos erupts from his thoughts looking again at the sketch "Do you now the name of this person? And Nalia? Do you?"
"It seems strange to me, but I bet also for you, that the same person who killed innocences by amusement, arrived here and just slash the wolves offering aid, ask for a powerful weapon to destroy the spirit, and just go"
"I don't know we miss some part of the story here. We could guess, he is indeed a soulless assassin, he jokes Nalia, just to find a powerful artifact to his own purpose....
or.....he is good man who against his willingness, you know, some possession or dweorner or....curse" the fire genasi took a deep breath after this words while a fleeting sadness darkened his face "Could bring a man mad, so he did what he did, and than run away, frightened by himself"
"And I have a final question for you Warren, you don't have to answer, but just think about it, how much trust do you have on this witness acolyte? If your murderer kills all these innocents, how he escape the slaughter?"
"At the very end my friends, our best options is to try to reach this higher place on the Fabled Heights where this spirit lie, we could find it, and maybe this man, and you Warren, well , you will have your answers I guess, maybe we should go to Alysson Feed before, for asking for a guide outside, and yes, do you remember the type or the name of the artifact , maybe you still have the book?"
Warren looks at Artos, then to the sketch... Then to empty space. While the first things were possibilities the last thing hit him like a truck. He never really thought about that that before. Solacean Temple was supposedly impenetrable, but yet this one man was able to get in, get his murder on, and get out after planting evidence. Warren just knows it happened, but never really thought about the how. After a few moments contemplating that fact, he looks at the letter one more time. He takes out the ring that was contained in the envelope and removes a leather gauntlet, revealing a bit of his wiry frame underneath. They were arms that looked like they couldn't carry or lift such heavy armor, let alone a sword, but he does so as if they were part of his body. Odd. He puts on the ring before replacing the gauntlet, folds the letter up, then hands it to Nalia.
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"He left no longer than a week ago," Nalia says, before looking up and meeting Warren's gaze. She then says, "One moment," then exits out of the room. She returns back moments later, with a scroll case in her hand. When she pops off the top and unravels it, she reveals it to be amap of a mountain ridge, with several handwritten notes across it. The map seems new, with fresh ink glistening off of it's surface. However, the lines are far more imperfect, slanted, even blotched in places such as the many sweeps and curves of the mountains.
"I copied this map from the original, from a textbook we had here in the library," she says to the adventurers. "After a few long, nights in the library study, we came across the location. I could not find out the nature or the purpose of the Artifact, but he assured me that it was powerful, and that it could slay the spirit taking revenge upon our village."
At this revelation, Bartholomew turns to Nalia. "I did not know of this..." he says slowly, with narrowed eyes. "A stranger was inside our home and you did not tell me?"
Nalia immediately stiffens up, with warm fleeing to her now rosy cheeks. "We... met outside of the manor. We also talked quite a bit outside too," she says, and left it at that. She then turns back to Warren, leans in closer toward the handwriting. Her eyes narrow, then widen up.
The young woman exits the room momentarily, returns back with a sheet of parchment paper from a leather folder. When she pulls out a piece of brown parchment and sets it aside the letter, the handwriting is almost exactly identical.
Artos:
"He did not give me his full name; that is the one thing that made me slightly skeptical of him," Nalia frowns back to Artos. "He did tell me to call him William, however. I do not know if that will help, but that is all I know of him besides what I told you."
Nalia makes a Charisma (Deception) check. It is contested by the party's passive Wisdom (Insight) score. You cannot make a check to contest this if you fail, as your contesting roll is your passive score.
Nalia makes a Charisma (Deception) check! 1d20 + 2 = 3
A warmth fills the young woman's cheeks, and she looks away. It becomes painfully obvious to the room that she is not telling the truth.
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"Milady" Artos's bright eyes catches Nalia in a stiff still comprehensive gaze
"Nalia, may I suppose that the handwriting on this parchment, the same of Warren's letter, is from your beloved father, or who? It seems strange to me but one thing starts to be clear"
"Listen, dear, you know this man more then what you want make us to believe, you cannot hinder more than you did, I am not still sure If you are lying on the time he arrived at the Hamlet or his name or whatever....I can understand, sure, he arrived here, he was brave, he was gracious, and your concerned tone asking if something happened to him? Nalia, this man entered this house and breach even in your hearth I am quite sure about that....you don't have to be ashamed, it happens, the point is, have you trusted the right man? Because there are two possibilities, he mocks you to have the Artifact informations...or....you are working together....this could rise question even on your father's sudden depart....think well on your next answer milady......that is all you can say about.....'William'?"
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Jam'es narrows his eyes and shifts forward in his chair, "Lies are unbecoming, Nalia, and beneath you. If we're about to head off into the wilderness you need to be forthright with us."
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Warren pinches the bridge of his nose, taking an exasperated deep breath. After removing his hand and looking at Nalia with a stoic, indifferent expression, he then deadpans the entire situation as he sees it to the entire room, speaking mainly to Nalia.
"So... what you are telling us is that you, yourself, have no idea what this artifact could do, let alone if he can use it or not, and you kept the visits as secret as possible so he could attract as little attention as possible. I'm sorry ma'am. I may know nothing about keeping one's identity a secret, but everything about this situation screams sketchiness And if he was to be completely trusted, how come he did not bother to introduce himself before Bart here?"
Warren looks at the papers for a while, reading them both and letting the others deliberate before saying anything else.
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Jam'es comes down the stairs behind Komoi, his hands in his pockets, forearms tense. He's a stout man... or is he? If he were human you might follow through with the thought, but there is something very dwarvish in his bone structure. He stands a good measure over five feet but is shorter than the young woman coming down the stairs behind him. His face looks like he's carried more than his fare share of hurt, with weathered, tough looking skin; short cropped greyish hair and matching short, cropped grey chops. A few days of stubble has dusted the rest of his face. His clothes are plain - a white, toggled shirt, with a suspender like leather holster over his shoulders holding two pristine hand-axes at his back with the handles at fast access. Plain, soft leather pants with non-descript but good quality sturdy black boots make up the rest of his wardrobe. He shares a look with Bart and slowly exhales while taking in the rest of the party.
"Good morning. Name's Jam'es Weilon, but my friends call me Rev." He says a bit flatly, glancing back at the woman behind him and giving her space in the room beside him.
Jacob Bray - The Call of Lon-Dia, Human Bloodhunter 3
"Is that a fact? Then I guess it would be to my best interest to meet with her... After I acquaint myself with our compatriots to be. Greetings Jam'es, my name is Warren, Warren Hammond."
Warren's tone changes, but not in a way that would assume he's suspicious of the tall Dwarf, but would suggest that he's just taking a step back from talking business.
Warren seems to a young human man that seems a bit too wiry to have such a strong posture and tone. Though not much is revealed at first, Warren takes the form and stature of a proud knight, and his voice rings with conviction and sincerity. Upon removing his helm, he appears to be naught but a city man, as he lacks any features that suggest he has the training that most others have in his profession. He has a striking appearance as his fair skin refects the sun's radiance, his almond hair cut to a smooth style, and hazel eyes seem to contain a piece of the cosmos themselves. His armor is a 4 piece set that consists of a long-sleeved chainmail sweater, fortified chainmail pants, a helm with 2 slim slits that act as eyeholes and boots, all of which are emblazoned with a blue infinity sign somewhere. Such as: on the belt of the pants, the outside ankle on the boots, and a faded symbol on the chest. The only pieces that stick out are the shield, which looks battered and beaten, except for the holy symbol in the center, which seems untouched, and his gauntlets, which are made of leather, but have od sigils inscribed onto them. His shield is on his arm, and his sword is sheathed onto his back. His armor shines, but clearly has seen better days.
"It is an honor to meet you, kind sir." Warren says as he gets up to shake hands with the tall dwarven man.
Artos moves towards the newcomers in the parlor, smiling and greeting, he shakes hand and seems to be truly interested to found new adventurers.
"I am Artos Krit, nice to meet you all"
The fire genasi looks messy at a first glance, he wears simple leather brown paints and whore a pair of shabby boots. His bare chest highlights his skin, is lightly tanned, more from the sun than for his kin. To notice, he has bandages covering his forearms, with clearly visible scraps of burn scars sprouting from them. Covering his shoulders, a surprisingly wondrous cloak with the shape of a grey wolf. His hair vivid red and messy like a clinking fire, tuned with them, his eyes are white-hot, undoubtedly manifesting his race.
Despite this appearance there's a hint of nobility upon him, something catched by his posture and gesture.
Brionne steps into the room up to Jam'es' side, checking behind her to make sure Nalia is safe. She nods to the newcomers, mouth tight in a courteous but cautious smile. "Hello. I am Brionne Dunwood. It is a pleasure to meet so many new people."
Brionne stands slightly taller than the dwarf next to her, with brown hair tied back in a braid and tanned skin drawn over angular features. Brown eyes flecked with gold flash to each person in the room in turn, assessing but not yet suspicious. She wears simple traveling clothes of sturdy brown pants and green tunic with a soft, cream colored shirt, and over that a tightly ringed coat of chain mail. Her boots, fine brown leather with tiny wings attached to the back, seem to lighten her step as she enters the room. As she shifts to view each of the new adventurers in turn, she tightens and loosens her grip on the worn and scarred axe held at her side, although she makes no move to raise it.
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Bart sighs and gives Orryn a hard stare. He watches him carefully, thinking over his words and the legitimate of them.
Orryn makes a Charisma (Persuasion) check!
1d20.advantage() + 3 = 10
"It's at the old quarry, if you take an east at the fork at the southern entrance," Bart says, then scoffs and dusts off his suit. "Folks won't stop talkin' about the vein of gems down there. Driven people mad, and several to death. If you wish to go down and kill yourself in those caves, I won't stop ya."
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Nalia steps back slightly as Warren approaches. She looks away, not one to have about social gatherings, but something catches her eye that prompts her to speak. "That drawing," she asks Warren, her low, but dead serious voice cutting above the conversation in the room. "Where did you get that?"
The girl steps forward, observes the sketch closer. She blinks, then frowns back to Warren and cries out in a louder voice. "Has something happened to him? Is he alive?"
The goblin hovers in the back of the room, looking mostly uninterested with the conversation at hand. He fiddles around with an object around his neck, one hand carefully covering it from view. He tucks it away and wanders over to one of the nearby windows, staring out of it intently. One could almost think the goblin might be thinking. Unless otherwise disturbed, the goblin shows no sign of paying attention to the conversation.
Warren almost immediately snaps to a trance, his gaze focused on the lady, his face contorted into shock and rage. He goes over to her and looks at the sketch.
Ohhh... This is looking bad... For that murderer's lifespan.
He looks the mayor square in the eye and answers with the following statement.
"... From your tone, I'm guessing he didn't stop with my friends."
"Who is Warren? You are seriously upset, and I am not so relaxed when something worries even a paladin...."
Jam'es, sensing tension that he has no stake in but not feeling like the paladin is a threat to the bodily health of Bart, turns to Brionne and says in an exhale:
"Breakfast? Seems like we'll be heading out in due time. Might be good to get something in our bellies before we do. Sounds like this might take a while..." He turns and heads for the kitchen, "Anyone else?"
Jam'es will be ready to go as soon as the party is, no need to play through "breakfast," just figured I'd move the scene along a little and make room for different interactions.
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Warren glances apologetically at Brionne, and Artos. Taking a deep breath, he follows Jam'es.
"He's right. We should take a seat. It's quite a tale."
Not one I'd like to tell, but it's necessary at this point
He gathers up his belongingings before seating at the table. Once everyone has taken their seat, he begins an explanation.
"I'm not deservant of that title yet, though I'd like to think so. I was going to be a real paladin, but this man got in the way of it all."
Warren shows Artos the sketch, giving it to him for him to pass around.
"To be honest, I did not wish to witness the tragedies and misfortune that beset this Hamlet of Lindley. Though my actions are guided by Mishakal, it was not the divine pull of purpose that brought me here, but an anonymous tip in the form of this letter."
He produces a small letter from his bag, and sets it on the table.
"Why am I after this man? To prove my innocence back home. The man that you see on that sketch murdered a few colleagues and a few close friends of mine. And pinned the blame on me. So now it's either I die in my search of him, or bring him before my temple. Where did I get this sketch? My home. The Solacean Temple. A fellow acolyte that witnessed the murders sketched and inked this to help me along my journey as best as possible. To my relief, it's an accurate one."
Brionne takes her seat at the table as well, stowing her axe underneath as she is assured of the newcomers' safety. She listens closely as Warren speaks, interested in hearing more about the mysterious man that both Nalia and this adventurer seemed to know. As Warren tells his story and passes around the sketch, her horror grows at his recounting of the stranger's crimes.
"That's terrible!" Brionne gasps. "Nalia, it seemed like you recognized his face from the drawing. Did this man come through Lindley as well?"
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"He... did," Nalia says hesitantly, after Warren's powerful words. She fixes her hair a moment, then repeats her words. "He did. He came to the Hamlet nearly two weeks ago. I had met him in the market whilst I did my shopping. Bart was with me, but... he tended to only approach me when I was alone."
Nalia then shifts her gaze over to Warren. "He was a kind man though. A gracious man. The moment he arrived in town, he wished to help the townspeople. We no longer have any more guard, as one there is no one to train them, and two, the people are too fearful to step out of their homes at night. When I told him this, he offered to watch over the town himself. I thought he was mad and suicidal, but when the first morn came and I saw the bodies of evil wolves littering the street, I was convinced of his valor and skill."
"About a week ago, he told me that during his research while staying at the Hamlet, he discovered something that could repel or even kill the evil spirit that plagues our town. An powerful artifact, hidden deep in the Fabled Heights, that could destroy it. He asked for my help to search for it, using the library we have here at the manor. I obliged him."
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Warren feels like he's in a rough spot. Though this man plans to right the wrongs that he did by helping this place, this course of action does not deem him innocent for past actions. His expression tenses up in deep thought, as he asks yet a few more questions.
"Is that a fact? Hmm... How long ago did he leave, and what was the exact name and purpose of the Artifact he was looking for? Even if he had good intentions, he still owes me answers."
This is indeed weird. Unless he gets something out of this particular course of action, this seems very out of character for a man who has no qualms about killing kids and a fairly aged man in their sleep. This needs investigation, and only he can give me answers.
Artos seats on the table as well and carefully listened his companion revelation and the following reactions. His feelings confuse the fire genasi. For some reason for few moments he feels empathizing with the man on the sketch...was he really looking for a redemption? what if, his actions were not on his will when he murdered all these people? why? he apparently set himself on such a valiant and deadly venture now?
"Warren" Artos erupts from his thoughts looking again at the sketch "Do you now the name of this person? And Nalia? Do you?"
"It seems strange to me, but I bet also for you, that the same person who killed innocences by amusement, arrived here and just slash the wolves offering aid, ask for a powerful weapon to destroy the spirit, and just go"
"I don't know we miss some part of the story here. We could guess, he is indeed a soulless assassin, he jokes Nalia, just to find a powerful artifact to his own purpose....
or.....he is good man who against his willingness, you know, some possession or dweorner or....curse" the fire genasi took a deep breath after this words while a fleeting sadness darkened his face "Could bring a man mad, so he did what he did, and than run away, frightened by himself"
"And I have a final question for you Warren, you don't have to answer, but just think about it, how much trust do you have on this witness acolyte? If your murderer kills all these innocents, how he escape the slaughter?"
"At the very end my friends, our best options is to try to reach this higher place on the Fabled Heights where this spirit lie, we could find it, and maybe this man, and you Warren, well , you will have your answers I guess, maybe we should go to Alysson Feed before, for asking for a guide outside, and yes, do you remember the type or the name of the artifact , maybe you still have the book?"
Warren looks at Artos, then to the sketch... Then to empty space. While the first things were possibilities the last thing hit him like a truck. He never really thought about that that before. Solacean Temple was supposedly impenetrable, but yet this one man was able to get in, get his murder on, and get out after planting evidence. Warren just knows it happened, but never really thought about the how. After a few moments contemplating that fact, he looks at the letter one more time. He takes out the ring that was contained in the envelope and removes a leather gauntlet, revealing a bit of his wiry frame underneath. They were arms that looked like they couldn't carry or lift such heavy armor, let alone a sword, but he does so as if they were part of his body. Odd. He puts on the ring before replacing the gauntlet, folds the letter up, then hands it to Nalia.
"Do you recognize this handriting?"
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InsiderWarren:
"He left no longer than a week ago," Nalia says, before looking up and meeting Warren's gaze. She then says, "One moment," then exits out of the room. She returns back moments later, with a scroll case in her hand. When she pops off the top and unravels it, she reveals it to be a map of a mountain ridge, with several handwritten notes across it. The map seems new, with fresh ink glistening off of it's surface. However, the lines are far more imperfect, slanted, even blotched in places such as the many sweeps and curves of the mountains.
"I copied this map from the original, from a textbook we had here in the library," she says to the adventurers. "After a few long, nights in the library study, we came across the location. I could not find out the nature or the purpose of the Artifact, but he assured me that it was powerful, and that it could slay the spirit taking revenge upon our village."
At this revelation, Bartholomew turns to Nalia. "I did not know of this..." he says slowly, with narrowed eyes. "A stranger was inside our home and you did not tell me?"
Nalia immediately stiffens up, with warm fleeing to her now rosy cheeks. "We... met outside of the manor. We also talked quite a bit outside too," she says, and left it at that. She then turns back to Warren, leans in closer toward the handwriting. Her eyes narrow, then widen up.
The young woman exits the room momentarily, returns back with a sheet of parchment paper from a leather folder. When she pulls out a piece of brown parchment and sets it aside the letter, the handwriting is almost exactly identical.
Artos:
"He did not give me his full name; that is the one thing that made me slightly skeptical of him," Nalia frowns back to Artos. "He did tell me to call him William, however. I do not know if that will help, but that is all I know of him besides what I told you."
Nalia makes a Charisma (Deception) check!
1d20 + 2 = 3
A warmth fills the young woman's cheeks, and she looks away. It becomes painfully obvious to the room that she is not telling the truth.
"Milady" Artos's bright eyes catches Nalia in a stiff still comprehensive gaze
"Nalia, may I suppose that the handwriting on this parchment, the same of Warren's letter, is from your beloved father, or who? It seems strange to me but one thing starts to be clear"
"Listen, dear, you know this man more then what you want make us to believe, you cannot hinder more than you did, I am not still sure If you are lying on the time he arrived at the Hamlet or his name or whatever....I can understand, sure, he arrived here, he was brave, he was gracious, and your concerned tone asking if something happened to him? Nalia, this man entered this house and breach even in your hearth I am quite sure about that....you don't have to be ashamed, it happens, the point is, have you trusted the right man? Because there are two possibilities, he mocks you to have the Artifact informations...or....you are working together....this could rise question even on your father's sudden depart....think well on your next answer milady......that is all you can say about.....'William'?"
In case we need a check. I am assuming advantage cause the situation evinced in your post or an help from Warren
Persuasion Check: 23
Jam'es narrows his eyes and shifts forward in his chair, "Lies are unbecoming, Nalia, and beneath you. If we're about to head off into the wilderness you need to be forthright with us."
Jacob Bray - The Call of Lon-Dia, Human Bloodhunter 3
Warren pinches the bridge of his nose, taking an exasperated deep breath. After removing his hand and looking at Nalia with a stoic, indifferent expression, he then deadpans the entire situation as he sees it to the entire room, speaking mainly to Nalia.
"So... what you are telling us is that you, yourself, have no idea what this artifact could do, let alone if he can use it or not, and you kept the visits as secret as possible so he could attract as little attention as possible. I'm sorry ma'am. I may know nothing about keeping one's identity a secret, but everything about this situation screams sketchiness And if he was to be completely trusted, how come he did not bother to introduce himself before Bart here?"
Warren looks at the papers for a while, reading them both and letting the others deliberate before saying anything else.