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The half-orc with the short attention span stopped her posing in armor against the bar as introductions were asked for. "Zrekha Darkblade." She introduces herself shortly, looking the surprisingly creepy-looking man. Adventurers? A good name, she supposed. "The best warrior from my tribe. And former leading bodyguard of the Scarlet Sorcerer merchants."
Lyral tears his gaze away from Lia for a moment, breaking the spell of steel. He blinks twice, his half-warm smile coming back to his face. He saunters towards the front door, looking back at the others.
"I prefer to sleep under the stars, if that's no trouble." He nods at Zrekha, an invitation of sorts. Relaxed, self aware, and radiating a quiet confidence, the hunter exits, stage left.
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Are there any secluded alleys or tucked away places around the inn for Lyral to make his abode for the evening? I have a Magical Bedroll and Rations, so there's no trouble there.
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You divine bastard.
"The philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways; the point is to change it."
In the silence following the hunter's exit, Imaran clears his throat. It seems that we will have to save this chat for a later occasion. I myself will be lodging at the inn across the street -- you are welcome to join me if you wish.
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Algrith nods to Imaran Of course. I'll be reading in my room. Wake me in the morning when you want to break your fast.
With that, he stands up and proceeds to the in, eager to finish his notes from today's foray into the library.
"I am sure we will meet come morning." Zrekha tells the gathered people, including Lyral as he leads off, brushing her own cloak past her shoulders so her armor is once again displayed prominently. She takes a confident stride to the inn across the street so that she might find herself a room; she wouldn't deign to sleep in an alley in a city such as this.
"Interesting group of people. Then again, I'm sure the same can be said about us. Honestly, I hope I do have a bit more business within the city." Tarmikos muses.
"I suppose we should consider taking this party to the Inn." Tarmikos thinks out loud, as he starts toward the other side of the street. "I really hope they've still got a room for me. I'm getting tired of sleeping in the dirt."
Tarmikos turns around and flashes a smile toward Dagoc, Jorah, and Lia. "See you again, friends!"
Are there any secluded alleys or tucked away places around the inn for Lyral to make his abode for the evening? I have a Magical Bedroll and Rations, so there's no trouble there.
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Right next to the inn, actually.
Everyone who was planning on staying at the inn, you get a room there rather uneventfully. (5 silver per night)
EDIT: The next morning, a loud noise wakes up everyone in the inn. It is a bunch of guards swarming in and out of the bar across the street.
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Naturally restless, Tarmikos was already awake when he was alerted by the activity. It takes him little time to gather what equipment he had not already secured, and to exit the room and observe the commotion outside.
"What's going on here?", he attempts to ask anyone who would speak to him.
Zrekha rolls off of the top of her bed, her full armor donned and herself rested as her greatsword flies into her hand from beside her in the bed. She casts her gaze across the room, tightening her grip on the handle before moving to the window to look at the bar across the street. It was quite a large amount of guards; it could not have been just a murder.
After casting her daily buffs, the half-orc re-sheathes her greatsword with the knowledge she could bring it to bear any time she chose; and heads down the stairs to the ground floor of the inn. She drops three copper pieces into her haversack. Perhaps there would be guards in the inn, to explain the situation. If not, she would have to see if Lyral chose to hunt early.
A load noise can be heard as Algrith rolls onto his back, notebook stuck to his face. He knew that he tended to be a little hard of hearing and, as some of the librarians said, absent-minded. If those observations were true, then something stupendous must be going on. Shoving the few items he managed to take out of his pack the night before back in, he rushed out the door only to realize that he had no idea which room was Imaran's. <I'll wait downstairs for him> he thought to himself.
Once he got to the downstairs room, he saw the commotion going on. Seeing that he wasn't going to get any information in the ensuing chaos, he walked over the the frantic innkeep and asked. What do you have for breakfast?
with a bland face that spoke of an obliviousness of the disorder around him.
Tarmikos puts a hand on the guard's shoulder. "Now, if nothing was going on, why would being out here be less safe than being inside?" Tarmikos asks, a bemused look almost carved into his face.
"I can tell you with the utmost sincerity that I mean no harm, and have nothing but the most honorable and noble intentions, so you need not distrust me. I can also tell you that if there's something here capable of threatening me, or anyone here, being away from the situation wouldn't diminish the threat any further." Tarmikos attempts to reason with the man, trying to seem as trustworthy as possible.
"Now, if it isn't too much trouble, please explain to me what's going on. In fact, if it isn't too much trouble, please allow me to see as well. I had business here with the bartender last night, and I'd like to check on him." Tarmikos says, as he attempts to step past the guard, should there be no complications.
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Heh, don't even need to roll a Sense Motive. Cool for me, since the stupid Dice Roller hates me.
Speaking of which, does the previous Diplomacy pass here, or do I have to roll it again? And if so, can I -please- take 10? The dice roller is a jerk.
Once he got to the downstairs room, he saw the commotion going on. Seeing that he wasn't going to get any information in the ensuing chaos, he walked over the the frantic innkeep and asked. What do you have for breakfast?
with a bland face that spoke of an obliviousness of the disorder around him.
"Look around for TWO SECONDS and see what's going on, would ya!?!?"
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"Now, if it isn't too much trouble, please explain to me what's going on. In fact, if it isn't too much trouble, please allow me to see as well. I had business here with the bartender last night, and I'd like to check on him." Tarmikos says, as he attempts to step past the guard, should there be no complications.
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Heh, don't even need to roll a Sense Motive. Cool for me, since the stupid Dice Roller hates me.
Speaking of which, does the previous Diplomacy pass here, or do I have to roll it again? And if so, can I -please- take 10? The dice roller is a jerk.
"Well, checking on him could be a little hard, as he's half the man he used to be. Follow me." he says, leading you through the guards.
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Your roll passed, no need to worry.
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No need to yell, good man. Once you have taken everyone elses order, just bring me whatever today's special is.
With that, Algrith sat waiting at the first open seat for Imaran to appear, who would have been surprised to see Algrith actively watching the comings and goings of what was happening in the main room of the inn.
Kel wakes up to the ruckus outside the Church and the city, he quickly gets up and wakes up Silvan. He then rushes over to Halaza and gently wakes her up if she is not awake already.
There seems to be trouble going on outside. Lets try and see if we can help..
After waking Halaza Kel looks around to see if there is anyone who might know whats going on. He then will ask what is going on outside.
Kel wakes up to the ruckus outside the Church and the city, he quickly gets up and wakes up Silvan. He then rushes over to Halaza and gently wakes her up if she is not awake already.
There seems to be trouble going on outside. Lets try and see if we can help..
After waking Halaza Kel looks around to see if there is anyone who might know whats going on. He then will ask what is going on outside.
One of the clerics appears to be preparing to head somewhere. He says "There's been an 'incident' over at a bar on the south end of town.
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Lyral smiles as he carves into the side of pig at his side. He makes a small, satisfied sound as the warm and greasy meat slides down his throat. The heavens be damned if it isn't just the little things that make our world turn. The half rotted planks of the box on which he is sitting creak as Lyral shifts his weight. Hmmm. It seems as though there's a terrible commotion across the street. How the weak are cut from the ranks of the living! He watches closely, as Tarmikos makes his way into the masses that surround the inn. He chuckles, deciding to wait and observe for the time being.
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You divine bastard.
"The philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways; the point is to change it."
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Awakened by the commotion I roll out of bed, quickly strapping on my kit before hurrying downstairs to see the commotion in the street. I see a guard talking to Tarmikos and I hurry over, catching up just as they turn to go in, laying a hand on his shoulder just before they get out of reach through the cordon of guards.
Kel thinks to himself for a bit then asks the cleric, Do you know at all what happened? A bar fight? Do you think we could help?
"I don't know. I just found out that something is happening. I'm going over to see if I can help. You should come along."
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Lia
Awakened by the commotion I roll out of bed, quickly strapping on my kit before hurrying downstairs to see the commotion in the street. I see a guard talking to Tarmikos and I hurry over, catching up just as they turn to go in, laying a hand on his shoulder just before they get out of reach through the cordon of guards.
"Hey! Mind if I join you?"
The guard turns to Tarmikos and asks "You know her?"
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"Cute. I can already imagine what happened. Tarmikos replies to the guard, cursing his luck under his breath. Of course, my first contact in the city, and he ends up dead.
Before he can go, Tarmikos feels someone's hand on his shoulder. Tensing for a fraction of a moment, Tarmikos relaxes upon hearing her voice, and smiles at Lia.
"Yeah, I know her. You can trust her.... and she'll probably want to see this, too." Tarmikos responds, motioning toward the entrance. "I doubt this'll be pretty, but let's go.
Halaza wakes in her small room, the fire now cracking as the embers cool.
She hears a cleric talking in hushed tones to Kel in the next room, probably trying not to wake her, and his wolfs deep breathing in the next room.
She wakes and brushes out her tabard and dress tunic, its messy... she should probably use the wash room...
Her hair stuck to her face and her skin covered in tiny beads of sweat... but this is more important.
Moving to the door she opens it slightly.
Morning campers, whats going on?
Already she is stood in the doorway, taking her tabard off and pulling the heavy plate over her head... Attacking her swords to her back and belt and shield to her arm.
She pushes her kukri back into her shield with a resounding click and gleams at Kel...
So lets make sure the right thing is being done... whatever the comotion?
Halaza wakes in her small room, the fire now cracking as the embers cool.
She hears a cleric talking in hushed tones to Kel in the next room, probably trying not to wake her, and his wolfs deep breathing in the next room.
She wakes and brushes out her tabard and dress tunic, its messy... she should probably use the wash room...
Her hair stuck to her face and her skin covered in tiny beads of sweat... but this is more important.
Moving to the door she opens it slightly.
Morning campers, whats going on?
Already she is stood in the doorway, taking her tabard off and pulling the heavy plate over her head... Attacking her swords to her back and belt and shield to her arm.
She pushes her kukri back into her shield with a resounding click and gleams at Kel...
So lets make sure the right thing is being done... whatever the comotion?
Kel looks over and speaks, Apparently there is some commotion over at a local bar. A lot of guards were moving towards there but we don't know what exactly is going on. I think we should go check the place out though. He was going to show me there. Kel motions to the cleric, Actually what is your name? I feel rude for calling you "He" when you're showing me kindness
Awaking to hear the commotion outside, Imaran quickly gestures her away from the door where she was keeping watch and into his office. Closing his office, he quickly straps on his various items and quickly heads out to the main part of the inn, where he stumbles across Algirth. What's going on? he asks.
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Assuming Algirth says something to the effect of "I don't know"
Imaran frowns. Whatever it is, it sounds serious -- the street looks to be swarming with peacekeepers. We should go see if they could use any help. Exiting the inn (hopefully in the company of Algirth), Imaran walks up to the nearest guard, then pauses, seeing his companions from the previous night walking towards the scene with a guard in tow. With a shrug, he turns and strides over to them. "Whats happening?"
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"Cute. I can already imagine what happened. Tarmikos replies to the guard, cursing his luck under his breath. Of course, my first contact in the city, and he ends up dead.
Before he can go, Tarmikos feels someone's hand on his shoulder. Tensing for a fraction of a moment, Tarmikos relaxes upon hearing her voice, and smiles at Lia.
"Yeah, I know her. You can trust her.... and she'll probably want to see this, too." Tarmikos responds, motioning toward the entrance. "I doubt this'll be pretty, but let's go.
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Lia
I follow Tarmikos and the guard into the bar, not sure what to expect. Nothing good at least.
The guard shows you inside the bar.
Dagoc's torso is laying on the bar, while his lower body is on the floor. It was a clean cut. The flesh nearby the wound appears to be in some state of advanced decay (Please roll Knowledge (Arcana). Tarmikos, roll with a +2 circumstance bonus). There are signs of a struggle.
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Kel looks over and speaks, Apparently there is some commotion over at a local bar. A lot of guards were moving towards there but we don't know what exactly is going on. I think we should go check the place out though. He was going to show me there. Kel motions to the cleric, Actually what is your name? I feel rude for calling you "He" when you're showing me kindness
"Oh, I'm Latinskel. Come on, we'd best get moving." he says, clearly worried about what he might find when he gets there.
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"Oh, I'm Latinskel. Come on, we'd best get moving." he says, clearly worried about what he might find when he gets there.
Kel nods, making sure to grab his great sword and all of his equipment before leaving. He sheathes his blade and then tells the cleric and Halaza Okay Latinskel, Halaza, lets go.
If no one else needs anything Kel follows the Latinskel out of the church.
As he sits, Lyral muses on the frenetic activity of the civilians and the possible causes involved. Hmm. A murder, perhaps? What else would drive all of the little lambs but fear? Not my own handiwork. There is little honor in such a kill. Slaughtering rabbits is hardly the game of a master hunter. No, something else is going on. His curiosity, once kindled and left to fester, grows inside him. He feels his skin chill, his pupils dilating and contracting, his breathing heavy. His right hand fingers begin to tremor, sliding up and down the ivory handle of his hunting blade. I would need to see more to be certain, wouldn't I? Yes, I suppose I would. However, on the off chance that there is a murderer out there, who better to serve as my next quarry? Slowly, methodically, he wraps up his breakfast, returning it to his haversack. He brushes himself off, basking in the brief sensation of his calloused palms running over fur and worked leather. Lyral's movements, even after a long night, remain graceful and efficient. Rolling his shoulders back, he stretches, yawning all the while. He grins balefully as the tendons in his spine grind and crack, one by one, slowly. He can feel his very being curling and uncurling in anticipation.
"What happened here?" Lyral's question, directed at one of the guards standing watch, is surprisingly devoid of emotion. His grey eyes dart from one face of the crowd to the next, assessing everything they land upon, even if only for an instant. As such, he sizes up the watchman, smiling all the while.
"Can I go in?"
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You divine bastard.
"The philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways; the point is to change it."
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