Ken of Ghastria wrote:
"Here, my lovely," says Blaise, thrusting his forearm between them while dropping a silver piece on the table. "You can make me happy by getting me and my friend some ale! Keep the change and keep this advice..." He brings his face closer to hers and says in a harsh voice, "If you bring the ale, more money may come your way. If you keep that coin and don't bring the ale, you'll regret it. "
The woman cackles madly, stuffs the silver coin into her dirty apron, and shuffles off to the bar.
Three men, as rough-looking as any here, saunter over and pull up seats at Blaise and Breana's table. One of them smiles amiably, revealing a mouth full of yellow and black teeth.
''Hey, is that yours?''
He looks at Blaise while indicating Breana.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Breana raises an eyebrow at her being referred to as someone's thing.
Leaning in to Blaise she says with a very cold voice, her eyes hard as she looks at the yellow toothed man hard "Would you be insulted or hurt if I taught this man and his friends some manners?," then standing and facing all three men.
"I'm not someone's yours, mac. Now show me some proper respect before I teach you a lesson, understood? Maybe ye'd like to die from an incurable sickness? Hmm? Now leave before you feel how much Myrkul would dearly love to show you his displeasure."
One of the men sputters, choking on his ale. Another backs his chair up a few inches and squints at the strange woman.
The one who'd asked Blaise the question just laughs at Breana, though.
''You aint no Skull-priestess. Everyone knows that they all wear masks and ash. I don't see no skull mask. Now shut yer gob before I put you across my knee and spank some proper respect into you!'''
Last edited by ewancummins on Fri Oct 23, 2009 6:18 pm, edited 2 times in total.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
"Me tolerance for idiots is sadly lacking, you dolt," and she removes from the folds of her cloak her unholy symbol which is that of a skeletal hand. She speaks her next words slowly, deliberately and cold as ice,
"Are you feeling lucky, punk? Cause I am just looking for an excuse to use my symbol. One last time, run now or learn some respect of the Lord of the dead.
The man's two comrades scoot their chairs back, ready to stand up. One says-
''C'mon, don't push it, Jakko.''
Jakko, he of the horrid teeth, shakes his head.
''I don't take orders from no stupid woman.''
Jakko stares at Breana, his little piggy eyes narrowing on her holy symbol.
''That's a fair bit of jink. Give it to me and maybe I'll just go away.''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Breana looks at Blaise and shrugs. "Sorry but I gave him fair warning."
Uttering strange words and gesturing intricately she casts her spell, pointing her finger at the man more for effect actually. Her eyes glow black as her spell takes effect.
Breana's extended right hand contorts into the shape of a claw; veins standing out in high relief as tendons pop and joints crack.
Jakko utters a groan and falls from his chair to the floor, clutching at his chest with both hands. He tries to scream, but the sound dies in his throat even as his face freezes in a terrible grimace. Seemingly unable to move, he just its in his chair, unblinking eyes locked on Breana.
Jakko's two comrades are able to move, however. One turns to flee, but the other rushes forward, apparently intent on stabbing the cleric with his dagger!
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Blaise mutters angrily, "Why are all these clerics so twitchy?!" He quickly stands up as a thick mist suddenly envelops that corner of the tavern. The tendrils of the mist seem to seep into the pores of everyone else nearby. "Bane's breath! It's a fire!" he yells. "FIRE!"
______________________
OOC: Blaise invokes miasmic cloud: 10-foot radius, provides concealment, all creatures entering the cloud (including Breana) must make Fort DC 14 save or be fatigued as long as they stay in the cloud and 1 round thereafter.
"There are three rules for writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are."
--W. Somerset Maugham
The man with the knife is already lunging as mist begins to fill this corner of the tavern. His knife slices through Breana's robe and leaves her with a shallow cut on her left arm.
Jakko just lies on the floor, not so much as flinching or coughing as the vapors envelop him.
Magga shrieks, dropping Blaise's tankard of ale to the floor with a crash and a splash.
Voices call out in alarm, and several persons bolt for the front door, jostling each other in their urgency to vacate the premises.
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Breana curses as she gets knifed. Then she releases Jakko, remembering his face and name for the future. She then casts hold person on the knife wielder and presumably will follow Blaise out of the dive
Alain bids the man good day and leaves with Jamethon. Once outside of earshot he speaks to Jamethon in quieter tones. "Okay, so now we know where this man lives and operates from. We still have no evidence to support my theory. It may not be a bad idea to seek out that young lady I met a couple of nights ago. Mara was here name. She harvests leeches and such out in that area for the local healers and she also lost a friend out there. Perhaps she has seen this man, Humber, and can tell us a little more about him. Either way, it would be unwise to begin questioning him directly at this point. What would we ask him? Also if he is our man, it may tip him off."
Jamethon contemplates what Alain has said for a minute, then answers-
''Yes, rushing in to interview this Humber fellow could very well tip him off, if he is indeed up to no good. We need more information, more resources, and a little more time to figure out what to do next. Well, I think that we ought first to head back to the Old Shell. The others are going to meet us there, according to plan. We can share our findings, ideas, etc and come up with the best possible plan of action for later tonight or tomorrow. As you can see-''
He indicates a window.
''Evening fast approaches- all this crisscrossing of town has eaten up the day.''
Delight is to him- a far, far upward, and inward delight- who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.
Alain looks to the window, taking in the fast approaching evening. "Time flies." He says in a somewhat defeated tone. "Okay, yes. Lets go meet up with everyone and compare notes." With that he heads out, towards the Old Shell.
later, after a short while of travel through town...
Jamethon and Alain enter the old shell. Seeing Shana and the barbarian, Alain signals the serving girl, indicating he would like a glass of wine. He makes his way over to where the two are seated. He gives Shana a pleasant smile and a somewhat awkward acknowledgment as to Ironheart's presence which still indicates his fear of the man.
"We have a theory of sorts." He says while pulling himself up a chair.
Last edited by BigBadQDaddy on Sat Oct 24, 2009 12:47 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Alain takes his wine from the serving girl, giving here an appreciative nod as he does so.
He swishes his wine around in his glass and takes a drink. "This may sound a bit crazy, so bear with me until I reach the end of the theory.
"First off, Jamethon, Blaise and myself were assigned to a case this morning in which three children were abducted from the Ingeloarn orphanage.
"According to a witness, a Nightsoil man by the name of Tam, the abduction took place about two hours before dawn. He was pulling his rounds around the orphanage when he heard a noise and looked above to see three boys climbing up the wall of the orphanage much like a spider does. He claims it was the demon like children that attacked the city. After winessing the this, he fled the scene." He takes another drink before continuing, looking around for any eavesdroppers.
"So, after we had interviewed this Tam character, we headed off to the orphanage to take a look at the scene. At this point we had run into Threan." He briefly looks to Shana for a response. "I suggested he help us out with the investigation so as to not lose sight of any evidence.
"Threan found a trail outside of the orphanage heading towards the warehouse district. It is also important to mention that by this time we found ourselves with further reinforcements. A cleric of the dead by the name of Breana Carter. She arrived with a militia men with updated orders for me.
Now, much of what I am going to go into next has a lot to do with what happened to me the night of the raid on Delthrin's property and the following morning. That night, while heading back to the inn from the docks, I came across a young woman making her way home. Her name is Mara and she was collecting leaches and worms which she sells for the local healers. Given that the fog had rolled in, I offered to walk her home since who knows more than us how dangerous this town can be. Now, amidst casual conversation, I was able to gather that she had not always worked at her job alone. At one point she had lost a friend down in the Marsh district swallowed up by the mists." He stops for a moment before continuing.
"Now, here is my theory. I got the idea based on what we discovered after Rardi and Inovidil's Trials. I had explained to Rask what had happened that morning when I was abducted and awoke in the room for of demonic children, Suffice to say that by the time we made it back the warehouse was empty of any evidence of demonic children being present. So, whoever is organizing the children is able to move them, stealthily and quickly. Most likely under cover of night. The children are believed to be of an undead nature, so they would give off a definite stink. What could move a small army of children quickly, and in numbers while covering up the stink and lending itself to absolutely no suspicion? These Nightsoil men!" Alain throws his arms aside, almost knocking his wine glass to the floor, but catching it before it is able to crash to the floor.
"I know that right now there are holes in the theory, but think about this; When Tam witnessed the children climbing up the wall, they were directly above him. When Threan discovered the tracks, they were only leading away from the orphanage. They had to get there somehow." He pauses a minute before excitedly continuing. "The latched themselves to the bottom of the nightsoil mans cart! Once they had the children they had to escape on foot and headed straight to the warehouse district.
"Now, the man who organizes the nightsoil men runs his operation from his home in the marsh district. Where Mara's friend disappeared." He finishes off his wine.
"I know we don't have a motive. We hardly know anything about this man, Humber. But it definitely is a possibility.
