The Lizardfolk nods in Tara’s direction “That one there can tell you the power that this thing is capable of.” As he gives a smirk.
In response to Jax’s threats. “It was you lot saying there is much to discuss and you had to figure out why. That one there said there is much to discuss, I think you do want the information.”
Moxely doesn’t see anything that triggers his sense of alarm. The shapeshifters hands are held out in front of him and in the open.
The shape shifter chimes in again, continuing his thoughts on what Jax had said. “You have all found yourself in the down and dirty of the dragonmark houses. You best start thinking how to get ahead of them before we all end up dead.”
"The Houses," Tara says thoughtfully, looking a bit disappointed. "Thirteen mercantile organizations, each made primarily up of the bloodline of a particular Mark, except for the Houses Phiarlan and Thurrani, which share the Mark of Shadow. Potentially some of the most powerful humanoid organizations in Khorvaire, now that the continent has divided Galifar up into multiple smaller principalities." The young woman returns her interested attention to the shard. "As dragonshards can empower what has been deemed "truemarks", they could be interested in this, although its apparent ability to create what are deemed "aberrant" marks could also be a source of fear, as the general Khorvairan attitude towards said aberrant marks tends to be one of fear, thanks to a large, continent-spanning witch hunt approximately a thousand years ago, in which aberrant marks were far more powerful." Her voice is level and scholarly, and she seems to be more thinking aloud than actually trying to explain things to someone. "In conclusion, being on the wrong side of the Houses is highly problematic for Khorvairans. Which House or Houses?"
The Lizardfolk firmed shapeshifter taps its talon on its nose “that’s the question innit love?” He looks around. The answer waits with the rest of the evidence. I will gladly let you know where it is, once I am set free. I go on my way, you on yours and hopefully we never see each other again.”
Saralyssa tucks the crystal away. She gives a shrug and moves back to her perch on Moxley's shoulder. "I'm ready to head back for a drink." She tells Moxley. "This guy doesn't seem to have any self-preservation instincts, so I say just kill him and be done."
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They're going to kill you, I reckon,says Lucky from where he has sat cross-legged in order to rest. If you keep on with this smart-aleck act.
He gets up very slowly, still feeling utterly drained, and walks over to William. You want to find out who employed him? Who paid him to kill us all? 'Cause I do. And I reckon in the cold light of morning you might too. What do you say? Let's just... tie him up, and talk this over tomorrow, eh?
The words fall onto William’s ears, who through the entirety of everyone who has known him has been always calm and collected. Currently he is seething in anger as he pants and foam almost begins to build up in the corner of his mouth. Eyes tearing up from emotion he clears his throat before saying. “Whatever you do, keep dis bastard away from me less you planning on killin him.” As he turns around and takes a couple steps away.
The group momentarily distracted by the outburst as you hear a viscous “flurp” and look back to see a gel type material on the ground and there standing with Jax’s arm blade and gun pointed two feet two high is James Drackon the recently deceased brother of William, wearing his usual red robes. “Come on brother, sounds like ya need to talk some things out. Ma always said best way to get feeling out is to hug ‘me out.... bring it in big guy.” As he opens his hands for a hug.
James turns around to lunge at the shapeshifter with a furious yell.
Jax will lunge forward with his arm blade and attempt to drive it through the thigh of the shape shifter from behind and force him to a kneeling position with his arm blade pinning him to the sand...
ooc: Since I am so close and flanking him and he is t paying attention to me, do I have to roll?
Jax would nod to Moxely with his rapier plunged into the back of the shape changers thigh. The warforged would then quickly place the end of his revolver to the back of his head and pull the trigger as flames flare from the end of the barrel and singe the hair of the enemy.
(OOC: Let me know if I need to roll to essentially execute the shape changer.)
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Tara frowns, thinking for a long moment as she observes the melee.
Woogles:
Tara is starting to suspect the doppelganger might want us to kill him. Can I do an Insight on that? If so, here's the roll.
Insight: 20
Also in light of Jax's latest action. Tara is too busy thinking to stop him, and this is an academic question for her anyway. She'll stop him if she figures it out before he pulls the trigger, but otherwise not.
Lucky’s eyes are heavy during this escalation of tempers. As he tries to catch a bead on the shapeshifter and his motives he closes his eyelids for a moment too long as he is startled back to reality with the explosion of Jax’s weapon firing. The body slumps over as gore and crimson mist splatter and spray all over Jax (slightly less as he is on the entry side) but covering Moxely’s arm and face and nearly the whole torso of William Drackon. As they were struggling over each other and William broke free on his way towards the shapeshifter.
William climbs on top of the lifeless body and begins raining down fists on what’s left of the face and head. His hands primarily slamming against the ground through the pieces of skull. A scream of emotional agony rings out as he bellows, more beast in the moment than man.
Tara:
You get the sense that the shapeshifter played all his cards and didn’t think the group was taking to it favorably. Whether or not he had hoped his plans went a different way, it certainly seemed at the very least a calculated risk to risk his life. The way he spoke of the others after this information, he knew death awaited him either way. ..... might as well make it go quickly.
Tara frowns. "Hopefully we do not end up regretting that," she says absently. "I wonder which House or Houses we have made an enemy of..." she muses thoughtfully.
"I admit, I was not manufactured for handling negotiations" Jax would say as the light behind his lens returns to green and he quickly holsters his weapon. "Who sent him and determining their motive is not my objective. my objective is to get out of this desert." The warforged would add looking to his companions.
Moxely will place a gentle but firm hand on Williams shoulder and pull him off the corpse of the shape shifter, all the while sending his cleaning rag around to clean up the mess from each others bodies.
"Take solace in the fact that the murderer of your beloved brother is now also dead. It might not be much but it is a thing."
Jax would quickly swipe his rapier across the knuckles of the shape changer and collect a few of its claws before heading back to the ship. "You all fought well... most impressive" He would say with a not and a flicker of his lens. "Does anyone require more to drink before I modify my alchemy jug?" Jax would ask as he holds out the strange canteen towards his conpanions.
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The Lizardfolk nods in Tara’s direction “That one there can tell you the power that this thing is capable of.” As he gives a smirk.
In response to Jax’s threats. “It was you lot saying there is much to discuss and you had to figure out why. That one there said there is much to discuss, I think you do want the information.”
Moxely doesn’t see anything that triggers his sense of alarm. The shapeshifters hands are held out in front of him and in the open.
The shape shifter chimes in again, continuing his thoughts on what Jax had said. “You have all found yourself in the down and dirty of the dragonmark houses. You best start thinking how to get ahead of them before we all end up dead.”
"The Houses," Tara says thoughtfully, looking a bit disappointed. "Thirteen mercantile organizations, each made primarily up of the bloodline of a particular Mark, except for the Houses Phiarlan and Thurrani, which share the Mark of Shadow. Potentially some of the most powerful humanoid organizations in Khorvaire, now that the continent has divided Galifar up into multiple smaller principalities." The young woman returns her interested attention to the shard. "As dragonshards can empower what has been deemed "truemarks", they could be interested in this, although its apparent ability to create what are deemed "aberrant" marks could also be a source of fear, as the general Khorvairan attitude towards said aberrant marks tends to be one of fear, thanks to a large, continent-spanning witch hunt approximately a thousand years ago, in which aberrant marks were far more powerful." Her voice is level and scholarly, and she seems to be more thinking aloud than actually trying to explain things to someone. "In conclusion, being on the wrong side of the Houses is highly problematic for Khorvairans. Which House or Houses?"
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
The Lizardfolk firmed shapeshifter taps its talon on its nose “that’s the question innit love?” He looks around. The answer waits with the rest of the evidence. I will gladly let you know where it is, once I am set free. I go on my way, you on yours and hopefully we never see each other again.”
Saralyssa tucks the crystal away. She gives a shrug and moves back to her perch on Moxley's shoulder. "I'm ready to head back for a drink." She tells Moxley. "This guy doesn't seem to have any self-preservation instincts, so I say just kill him and be done."
They're going to kill you, I reckon, says Lucky from where he has sat cross-legged in order to rest. If you keep on with this smart-aleck act.
He gets up very slowly, still feeling utterly drained, and walks over to William. You want to find out who employed him? Who paid him to kill us all? 'Cause I do. And I reckon in the cold light of morning you might too. What do you say? Let's just... tie him up, and talk this over tomorrow, eh?
Persuasion 6
(OOC: Well, he tried...)
The words fall onto William’s ears, who through the entirety of everyone who has known him has been always calm and collected. Currently he is seething in anger as he pants and foam almost begins to build up in the corner of his mouth. Eyes tearing up from emotion he clears his throat before saying. “Whatever you do, keep dis bastard away from me less you planning on killin him.” As he turns around and takes a couple steps away.
The group momentarily distracted by the outburst as you hear a viscous “flurp” and look back to see a gel type material on the ground and there standing with Jax’s arm blade and gun pointed two feet two high is James Drackon the recently deceased brother of William, wearing his usual red robes. “Come on brother, sounds like ya need to talk some things out. Ma always said best way to get feeling out is to hug ‘me out.... bring it in big guy.” As he opens his hands for a hug.
James turns around to lunge at the shapeshifter with a furious yell.
Does anyone stop him?
Jax will lunge forward with his arm blade and attempt to drive it through the thigh of the shape shifter from behind and force him to a kneeling position with his arm blade pinning him to the sand...
ooc: Since I am so close and flanking him and he is t paying attention to me, do I have to roll?
Moxely will jump in to restrain William so he does not come into contact with the shape changer and then will turn his head to Jax, "Kill him."
Athletics: 6
[OOC: insert swear word here!]
saralyssa just holds on as Moxley moves.
Virnen draws an arrow, but isn't sure who to point it at in the melee.
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Jax would nod to Moxely with his rapier plunged into the back of the shape changers thigh. The warforged would then quickly place the end of his revolver to the back of his head and pull the trigger as flames flare from the end of the barrel and singe the hair of the enemy.
(OOC: Let me know if I need to roll to essentially execute the shape changer.)
Tara frowns, thinking for a long moment as she observes the melee.
Woogles:
Tara is starting to suspect the doppelganger might want us to kill him. Can I do an Insight on that? If so, here's the roll.
Insight: 20
Also in light of Jax's latest action. Tara is too busy thinking to stop him, and this is an academic question for her anyway. She'll stop him if she figures it out before he pulls the trigger, but otherwise not.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Is this guy trying to get us to kill him? Lucky's Insight, still with disadvantage from exhaustion: 6 or 4
That's a nat 1. I think Lucky might be asleep.
Lucky’s eyes are heavy during this escalation of tempers. As he tries to catch a bead on the shapeshifter and his motives he closes his eyelids for a moment too long as he is startled back to reality with the explosion of Jax’s weapon firing. The body slumps over as gore and crimson mist splatter and spray all over Jax (slightly less as he is on the entry side) but covering Moxely’s arm and face and nearly the whole torso of William Drackon. As they were struggling over each other and William broke free on his way towards the shapeshifter.
William climbs on top of the lifeless body and begins raining down fists on what’s left of the face and head. His hands primarily slamming against the ground through the pieces of skull. A scream of emotional agony rings out as he bellows, more beast in the moment than man.
Tara:
You get the sense that the shapeshifter played all his cards and didn’t think the group was taking to it favorably. Whether or not he had hoped his plans went a different way, it certainly seemed at the very least a calculated risk to risk his life. The way he spoke of the others after this information, he knew death awaited him either way. ..... might as well make it go quickly.
Tara frowns. "Hopefully we do not end up regretting that," she says absently. "I wonder which House or Houses we have made an enemy of..." she muses thoughtfully.
Stella Diamant, Human Rogue 17 (Swashbuckler), The Exploits of Misfit Company
Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
"I admit, I was not manufactured for handling negotiations" Jax would say as the light behind his lens returns to green and he quickly holsters his weapon. "Who sent him and determining their motive is not my objective. my objective is to get out of this desert." The warforged would add looking to his companions.
Moxely will place a gentle but firm hand on Williams shoulder and pull him off the corpse of the shape shifter, all the while sending his cleaning rag around to clean up the mess from each others bodies.
"Take solace in the fact that the murderer of your beloved brother is now also dead. It might not be much but it is a thing."
Damn, says Lucky, getting up slowly. Damn. Well, getting out of the desert is tomorrow's work. G'night, folks.
He wanders up to where the other passengers are, finds a nice group of friendly folks, drops into a small heap and falls asleep.
"Back to the ship then." Saralyssa says as she rides on Moxley's shoulder.
Jax would quickly swipe his rapier across the knuckles of the shape changer and collect a few of its claws before heading back to the ship. "You all fought well... most impressive" He would say with a not and a flicker of his lens. "Does anyone require more to drink before I modify my alchemy jug?" Jax would ask as he holds out the strange canteen towards his conpanions.