// No peculiarities beyond the wizard retreating to his house. Since Quill told you about this telepathically, Ink, you're the only one with this definitive insight into the wizard's current whereabouts. Jsyk. //

"I'm not sure what we'd be bringing the mage in for," said the horseman. "I don't have orders to do that. You said something about a misunderstanding that led to the fight, but you're also implying attempted murder."

// Everyone who's contributed to the conversation so far please make a Charisma (Deception), (Persuasion) or (Performance) check, depending on the nature of your delivery. //

"Attempted murder is a stretch... Like we said, a fight broke out and in those instances, anyone should be allowed to defend themselves. We tried our best to bring him in, once our had was forced upon the fight breaking out, but he bested us. To be honest, if he really wanted to kill us, he could have. I recognized his abilities - he could've finished us off but he chose not to. No, I think we just need to come back tomorrow rested and in full force so that he realizes we'll keep annoying him until he comes in to speak to Darathra."

// Persuasion/Deception 8, add 3 if performance.  //

"nobody tried to kill anybody, we promised Darathra we wouldn't. Lets head back and she can explain it in a non 'they all say that' kind of situation."

persuasion 14

wow i rolled low, surprise surprise. good thing my bonus is so high

"I'm getting some contradicting statements here," says the horseman while waving his hand forward. 5 of his riders trot forward. "First the gargoyles were ordered to kill you, and now no one was trying to kill anyone. I'm gonna get to the bottom of this, and in order to do that I'll be holding you in custody." One of the riders hefts a bag with some sort of metal objects inside (if the clanking is any indication), but the lead horseman shakes his head. "I don't think we'll need to bother with restraints," he tells the rider.

Turning to you again, he says, "You'll allow us to escort  you to the tower, and the Lord Protector will question you there. At that point we'll decide what to do about the situation."

"We are hurt and exhausted so our minds are a bit fuddled, gargoyles bad us good talk morning better" Rip says failing to hold in a yawn and wince

Angel goes wide eyed when the horsemen says they will be questioned by Darthra. He desperately stares at Ink and Rip. It’s obvious that Angel is tired and cannot deal with facing Darthra right now.

"Right lad, we was doin' th' lord protector's work, take us ta th' tower, was needin' a place ta  bunk.  Were  ah ye, I'd plan ta  bring  in that wizard too. She'll need his story too.  Careful, he's a scrappy one." Persuasion: 6

Ink sighs again.  "I'm tired. I'm sore. I've been on fire. I've been nearly frozen solid. I've taken blows from a fire giant, four gargoyles and a wizard more powerful than I. I'm walking into town."

"And it's simple. Fire giants in the morning. Gargoyles harassing citizens at dusk and in their arrogant chaotic play put citizen lives at stake.  We captured one and returned it to its master. A fight broke out during the exchange after tempers flared. We took down the gargoyles. The wizard returned home - in fact I know he is home," Ink nods up at Quill, "- and the wizard had the power to kill us all, but he didn't. In fact, I can guarantee he could have killed us, but chose not to for whatever reason."

"Let's just go to the Lord Protector, frankly I am sick of people attacking me, having their goons attack me. The situation isn't different from the one you are in. You want us to go to the Lord Protector which is fine, pretty sure we were headed there anyway. When the wizard was presented with this option he lied to us, threatened us. I personally attempted to take him into custody, but he was using an illusion. At this point he ordered his evil gargoyles to attack us." Marav sighs before continuing.

"While you were out your town was attacked and we defended it. We fought for it, we bled for it. In my wolf form I died for it, more than once I felt the pain of death, staved off only by magic. We protected this town and while we were hurting just wanting to sleep we saw the town people being attacked again and again we stepped in and protected them and rid the town of the evil gargoyles."

Marav turns and starts toward the Lord Protector's place. "Come on then, let's go. I just want to get some sleep."

Performance: 17

The Twelve escort you back to the leaning Tower of the Lord Protector, at the center of town. They are having some difficulty finding Darathra, who (you learn from a scribe) is currently out working hard to raise Triboar's militia. The scribe gladly verifies your story about the giants to the Twelve, gushing about the heroics of all of you.

"I know we still need to discuss the mage with Darathra, but, and I only speak for myself - not the others - I wouldn't mind sleeping in the barracks under guard while the rest of you city guards help Darathra raise the militia in the case the giants return.  What they seek is still in this town."

"Agreed, who know what resources that wizard has ta  call on. Ah'd  like ta reach th' mornin' without more troubles."

Rip went to the nearest bed and promptly pases out saying "Death really takes it out of you"

Marav sighs, "I guess that is the best plan, but it is like an unscratched itch to not take care of this right now. I'll take first watch."

Marav settles in near the door and pulls his hood up over his face.

Angel hasn't said anything since they were on their way to Darthra's Tower. He became a little more relaxed when he discovered that Darthra wasn't here. Seeing that everyone is content with falling asleep under watch Angel just looks at the Scribe and Watchmen; shrugs and then follows everyone towards the barracks. As soon as he sits down sleep quickly overcomes Angel.   

You find no beds in the tower. The Twelve laugh at your mention of a barracks. 

"Naught but a militia force are we, good elf! Our family homes are our only barracks. But you should be able to find a room at Northshield House—"

At this the scribe interrupts and explains the state of Urgala Meltimer's inn.

"—ah, then...unless any of you are nobles? No? The Six Windows rooming house it is then. Old lady Hysstryn is a bit touched in the head, but she runs a good business, and would likely give you a bed for free given how you seem to have saved her own business from destruction, among others."

"Oy!" Says the horseman. "You can't just fall asleep here outside in the market! This is a place of law and order. Plus I'm sure the locals wouldn't stand for it, you being heroes and all."

what Rip believed to be a bed turns out to actually be a chair, but he is already asleep

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what Rip believed to be a bed turns out to actually be a chair, but he is already asleep