Funderburk, not noticing the spell, let it slip and be uncaptured by its power. Not taking a liking to that, his face scrunched up, visibly showing he was displeased. "I am going to head towards Dunk." With that he left, heading in the general direction of Dunk.
Nenne finishes casting her zone of truth spell just as Allister walks into the small building. The clerics eyes glow with the faintest of shimmers as she looks around the room. Nenne can feel Jago let the spell take full hold over him and he starts his tale pointing to the nape of his neck, "It tingles right here. So here it begins: The night the pirates disappeared was especially odd. For one, it did not rain that night. Two, the south gate was opened, which almost never happens. And three, the priest of Helm changed the memorial service as if no one would notice. We hold a memorial service once a year for fallen soldiers and this year, it was moved up a day. I saw the last of those pirates leaving through the south gate with not a guard in sight. I did my own investigating thinking them harmed, but Igor and Sven were both at the west gate instead. Almost everyone in this fort goes to the memorials, and that priest knows it. I can't help but feel like he told those guards to leave their post and he moved the date of the memorial service."
Allister takes the bottle, sniffs at the liquid and takes a long sip. „By the gods, this is strong and feels good in my throat. I missed this as much as a big ass wench on my lap.“ He looked at the group, deep red spots appear on his cheeks. „Uhm, that... uhm, you know, that was private and I’m very ashamed of it... What is going on here?“
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Funderburk, back outside from the fort, decides to go to Dunk, and rest with her for a little bit. Afterwards from resting, he decides to unrope her from the tree, apologizing to her so- for tying her up in the first place- and begins to go on a walk with her. On her back now as they walk around the fort, he leads her to either munch of ferns every so often when she chooses, or to just continue onwards and encircle the fort.
Is there by any chance that I see anything? Just asking cause you never know, but if you need a roll here is mine: 7
Passive perception by the way is 15 if the rolled number is lower.
"You believe the priest had something to do with the pirates escape?" Boosey ponders this for a moment. "What about anyone else. These pirates were under lock and key, even if the priest caused a distraction, someone must have released them. Do you trust your Captain Portyr? She seems reliable, and is a valued contact for the Lords Alliance, I would hesitate to believe she would be involved in their escape." He paces up and down a moment before turning back to the quartermaster, "there has to be some sort of conspiracy here involving several people." He spends a moment tapping his finger on the table and something else occurs to him. "Why would you feel the lack of rain was significant? Are you suggesting that the weather was manipulated by magic?"
"A lack of rain isn't significant, just unusual. It made the night more memorable. I can't be sure what is really at play here, and I was hesitant to say anything, but something is amiss here. As for Liara...She's been the backbone of this fort for three years now. She's put her own life on the line many times in its defense. I would be hard pressed to guess she had any involvement in this." Jago shrugs and adds, "It might be worth talking to the two gate guards Igor and Sven, but I don't wish to be involved if you go poking about, though, if a villain is discovered, I will speak out once the commander has been informed."
"Do the soldiers have a mess here, we could have an ale or two with those two guards before we go, maybe even with the forts second in command? There must be someone here that is able to act as a rogue or similar."
Jago can't suppress a grin and he steals a look at Allister as he says, "Sure, there is a mess in the bailey, but you'd probably work faster if you were a gambling man. Dice is a very popular way to pass the time around here."
Nenne's expression hardens. "Igor and Sven," she says, suddenly looking much more like a soldier than a holy woman. "What was their punishment for abandoning their post? No officer would tolerate dereliction of duty, especially not when it results in something catastrophic. If there was no such punishment, that is evidence in itself of a conspiracy."
She lifts her chin slightly and her eyes narrow. "Also, this priest - how much sway does he hold in the fort? Why should men beholden to the commander dare risk her wrath to betray their orders on his whim?"
Boosey smiles at Jago's suggestion, an idea forming. "How about we do some digging this evening. We could ask Liara for permission for me to play in the mess, get the men to let their hair down, a few renditions of "mermaid". If Allister wants to have a game of dice," he grins at Allister, "or three, who is going to realise if questions are being asked in the background?"
"Shilau M’wenye is a priest of Helm. I would guess most soldiers hold dear to their faith in this place. I don't know any different but many of them speak as if this place is a hell of sorts. I can't know what their punishment was because I'm not officially a soldier. I've tried to keep my ears open about it, but I've heard nothing. As I said, something is amiss, but I'm not brave enough to actively search out what." Jago seems sad and a little unsure before saying, "I hope I am doing the right thing."
Funderburk begins to smile, letting a smirk to a grin slowly form on his face while Dunk slowly guided towards the forest. "Okay then. If you want."
With that, Funderburk let Dunk take command and have her taken them wherever. Making sure to note how to get back to the fort, and jotting down any possible land formations that might be important on the map he obtained from the port so... long ago it felt like. With that thought that crept in his mind his smile faded, then regain to a softer smile. He has enjoyed their journey so far. In finding Dunk, and fighting off creatures of which him mind couldn't have previously fathomed. All of these people he met, his friends and brief meetings with others would make breakthroughs in his book once written.
He let Dunk take him to wherever she wanted. Deeper in the forest might be a better option for better ferns anyways. If needed he could always ride back... or at least send a message.
Allister still looks confused and tries to avoid meeting anyone´s eyes but he pieces the information together he picks up during the conversation. "Sooo, we think the priest is involved in the disappearance of Worlo and his crew. Maybe another person is in league with them, maybe the priest handed them the keys before the memorial. We have to figure out why the guards abandoned their post, my guess is bribery or some sort of magic. We try to get people talk tonight after duty, that could be problematic if there is no alcohol in this camp. Exceptthis..." He opens the flask again and takes a sip. "That´s good stuff. Anyway, if these mercenaries are loyal to one another they won´t spill the beans easily. We need proper magic and a silver tongue for that. And maybe a story why we poke around the camp." Finally he turns to Nenne. "As an expert on connections between clerics and deities, why is our Helm guy still receiving spells if he collaborated with prisoners? It´s fuc..." He quickly stopps his thought. "It´s the deity of guards and duty we´re talking about. Shouldn´t he, I don´t know, smite him with his power for such an act of betrayal?"
Eku interjects surprisingly having just been a fly on the wall until now, "The gods are fickle things that cannot be trusted, no matter their claims of righteousness. Waiting on a god to do something you'd expect is a fool's errand." It looks as if Eku has a lot more to say on the topic, but Jago begins again before she can say much else, "There is alcohol here in the camp, but it's not advertised. There are kegs in the mess hall along with some alcohol shipments brought in the ship when it docks nearby."
"Now this looks like a job for me. But I need a lot of fish to eat before we get started, the fatter the better. And I should take a nap to be in better shape than a guard after duty."
Nenne raises a silvery eyebrow at Eku but says nothing. Instead, she turns to Allister.
"The gods are not all alike," she says thoughtfully. "One may be more lenient with disobedience than another. They can also be swayed, or stymied. It is possible the priest here has hidden his deeds from Helm, or convinced him that his course of action was indeed aligned with the tenets of protection."
Her expression sours. "I must admit, as a sibling cleric, I am deeply displeased. That a man would seemingly turn away from his vows..." She shakes her head twice, at first in disappointment, then in determination. "I would hear his story. We know too little. If this was a slip of judgment, or an act of desperation borne from fear, that is one matter. We must also learn more of these pirates and their goals, as well as what connections they have here and their motivations to plan so elaborately. You can speak to this better than I, friend warrior, but do not pirates prefer to raid rather than conspire?"
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After a while Allister appears at the quartermaster´s shop. "Well, are we finished here? Do we have enough provisions for a trip to the bay?"
Nenne pulls out the flask of whiskey she just purchased and hands it to Allister without looking. "It's yours."
Funderburk, not noticing the spell, let it slip and be uncaptured by its power. Not taking a liking to that, his face scrunched up, visibly showing he was displeased. "I am going to head towards Dunk." With that he left, heading in the general direction of Dunk.
Made you look.
Nenne finishes casting her zone of truth spell just as Allister walks into the small building. The clerics eyes glow with the faintest of shimmers as she looks around the room. Nenne can feel Jago let the spell take full hold over him and he starts his tale pointing to the nape of his neck, "It tingles right here. So here it begins: The night the pirates disappeared was especially odd. For one, it did not rain that night. Two, the south gate was opened, which almost never happens. And three, the priest of Helm changed the memorial service as if no one would notice. We hold a memorial service once a year for fallen soldiers and this year, it was moved up a day. I saw the last of those pirates leaving through the south gate with not a guard in sight. I did my own investigating thinking them harmed, but Igor and Sven were both at the west gate instead. Almost everyone in this fort goes to the memorials, and that priest knows it. I can't help but feel like he told those guards to leave their post and he moved the date of the memorial service."
Allister takes the bottle, sniffs at the liquid and takes a long sip. „By the gods, this is strong and feels good in my throat. I missed this as much as a big ass wench on my lap.“ He looked at the group, deep red spots appear on his cheeks. „Uhm, that... uhm, you know, that was private and I’m very ashamed of it... What is going on here?“
Funderburk, back outside from the fort, decides to go to Dunk, and rest with her for a little bit. Afterwards from resting, he decides to unrope her from the tree, apologizing to her so- for tying her up in the first place- and begins to go on a walk with her. On her back now as they walk around the fort, he leads her to either munch of ferns every so often when she chooses, or to just continue onwards and encircle the fort.
Is there by any chance that I see anything? Just asking cause you never know, but if you need a roll here is mine: 7
Passive perception by the way is 15 if the rolled number is lower.
Made you look.
"You believe the priest had something to do with the pirates escape?" Boosey ponders this for a moment. "What about anyone else. These pirates were under lock and key, even if the priest caused a distraction, someone must have released them. Do you trust your Captain Portyr? She seems reliable, and is a valued contact for the Lords Alliance, I would hesitate to believe she would be involved in their escape." He paces up and down a moment before turning back to the quartermaster, "there has to be some sort of conspiracy here involving several people." He spends a moment tapping his finger on the table and something else occurs to him. "Why would you feel the lack of rain was significant? Are you suggesting that the weather was manipulated by magic?"
"A lack of rain isn't significant, just unusual. It made the night more memorable. I can't be sure what is really at play here, and I was hesitant to say anything, but something is amiss here. As for Liara...She's been the backbone of this fort for three years now. She's put her own life on the line many times in its defense. I would be hard pressed to guess she had any involvement in this." Jago shrugs and adds, "It might be worth talking to the two gate guards Igor and Sven, but I don't wish to be involved if you go poking about, though, if a villain is discovered, I will speak out once the commander has been informed."
"Do the soldiers have a mess here, we could have an ale or two with those two guards before we go, maybe even with the forts second in command? There must be someone here that is able to act as a rogue or similar."
Jago can't suppress a grin and he steals a look at Allister as he says, "Sure, there is a mess in the bailey, but you'd probably work faster if you were a gambling man. Dice is a very popular way to pass the time around here."
Nenne's expression hardens. "Igor and Sven," she says, suddenly looking much more like a soldier than a holy woman. "What was their punishment for abandoning their post? No officer would tolerate dereliction of duty, especially not when it results in something catastrophic. If there was no such punishment, that is evidence in itself of a conspiracy."
She lifts her chin slightly and her eyes narrow. "Also, this priest - how much sway does he hold in the fort? Why should men beholden to the commander dare risk her wrath to betray their orders on his whim?"
Boosey smiles at Jago's suggestion, an idea forming. "How about we do some digging this evening. We could ask Liara for permission for me to play in the mess, get the men to let their hair down, a few renditions of "mermaid". If Allister wants to have a game of dice," he grins at Allister, "or three, who is going to realise if questions are being asked in the background?"
"Shilau M’wenye is a priest of Helm. I would guess most soldiers hold dear to their faith in this place. I don't know any different but many of them speak as if this place is a hell of sorts. I can't know what their punishment was because I'm not officially a soldier. I've tried to keep my ears open about it, but I've heard nothing. As I said, something is amiss, but I'm not brave enough to actively search out what." Jago seems sad and a little unsure before saying, "I hope I am doing the right thing."
Dunk seems to be pulling more and more towards the jungle in earnest, chasing bigger and bigger fern patches.
Funderburk begins to smile, letting a smirk to a grin slowly form on his face while Dunk slowly guided towards the forest. "Okay then. If you want."
With that, Funderburk let Dunk take command and have her taken them wherever. Making sure to note how to get back to the fort, and jotting down any possible land formations that might be important on the map he obtained from the port so... long ago it felt like. With that thought that crept in his mind his smile faded, then regain to a softer smile. He has enjoyed their journey so far. In finding Dunk, and fighting off creatures of which him mind couldn't have previously fathomed. All of these people he met, his friends and brief meetings with others would make breakthroughs in his book once written.
He let Dunk take him to wherever she wanted. Deeper in the forest might be a better option for better ferns anyways. If needed he could always ride back... or at least send a message.
Made you look.
Allister still looks confused and tries to avoid meeting anyone´s eyes but he pieces the information together he picks up during the conversation. "Sooo, we think the priest is involved in the disappearance of Worlo and his crew. Maybe another person is in league with them, maybe the priest handed them the keys before the memorial. We have to figure out why the guards abandoned their post, my guess is bribery or some sort of magic. We try to get people talk tonight after duty, that could be problematic if there is no alcohol in this camp. Except this..." He opens the flask again and takes a sip. "That´s good stuff. Anyway, if these mercenaries are loyal to one another they won´t spill the beans easily. We need proper magic and a silver tongue for that. And maybe a story why we poke around the camp." Finally he turns to Nenne. "As an expert on connections between clerics and deities, why is our Helm guy still receiving spells if he collaborated with prisoners? It´s fuc..." He quickly stopps his thought. "It´s the deity of guards and duty we´re talking about. Shouldn´t he, I don´t know, smite him with his power for such an act of betrayal?"
Eku interjects surprisingly having just been a fly on the wall until now, "The gods are fickle things that cannot be trusted, no matter their claims of righteousness. Waiting on a god to do something you'd expect is a fool's errand." It looks as if Eku has a lot more to say on the topic, but Jago begins again before she can say much else, "There is alcohol here in the camp, but it's not advertised. There are kegs in the mess hall along with some alcohol shipments brought in the ship when it docks nearby."
"Now this looks like a job for me. But I need a lot of fish to eat before we get started, the fatter the better. And I should take a nap to be in better shape than a guard after duty."
Nenne raises a silvery eyebrow at Eku but says nothing. Instead, she turns to Allister.
"The gods are not all alike," she says thoughtfully. "One may be more lenient with disobedience than another. They can also be swayed, or stymied. It is possible the priest here has hidden his deeds from Helm, or convinced him that his course of action was indeed aligned with the tenets of protection."
Her expression sours. "I must admit, as a sibling cleric, I am deeply displeased. That a man would seemingly turn away from his vows..." She shakes her head twice, at first in disappointment, then in determination. "I would hear his story. We know too little. If this was a slip of judgment, or an act of desperation borne from fear, that is one matter. We must also learn more of these pirates and their goals, as well as what connections they have here and their motivations to plan so elaborately. You can speak to this better than I, friend warrior, but do not pirates prefer to raid rather than conspire?"