The Frostfell [IC]

[Virtue]

~ The Village of Ameura ~

MAP OF AMEURA
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A cold and desolate settlement on the outskirts of the frozen north. Ameura heralds as the last remnants of human civilization before the wilds of the Frostfell Region. With a population of only several hundred, the remote town caters primarily to the miners and hunters that work in the surrounding mountains. In the foreboding mountains nearby, the Ameuran hunters capture wild beasts for food and trade to the warmer cities of the south, while the miners work hard in the dangerous caves to mine for rare metal.

For its part, Amerua is encircled with a formidable stone wall, protecting the village and it's people from the dangers of the north. The village is divided into three districts, each separated by an open metal gate. The first and largest, lies to the south and consists of residential homes, and a small bazaar reserved for mining trade. It is here, where the majority of the village live, in relatively quiet lives, despite the hardships outside. The people of this district are simply the hard working, weather beaten men and women who try to make their home in the last outreach of civilization. The second district is more sparse and is home to the marketplace, and the guard's barracks. The Frost Hearth Inn is also located at the edge of this district, bordering the eastern gate. To the north above that, lies the third district, and the smallest. This district's gate is of a much stronger metal, and does not remain open as often. Though touching upon the northern wastes above, it is here where wealthy adventurers and politicians make their home. It is a district where many escape to, bringing politics and schemes with them, as it is here that lies the farthest reach from the law of the Empire to the south.

One of the larger Houses in the Secorre District, is the Devian House. Founded by Curtin Winthrop Devian the Fourth, Esquire, it is a stately manor, with extensive gardens and even a private menagerie. It is no secret that while Curtin Devian holds the greatest wealth in the village, he is by no means a popular man. The history behind his wealth is shrouded in mystery, and he seldom leaves his grounds. The most reclusive of the so called 'Ameuran Elite', Devian has also been the center of several hushed rumors around the village, concerning disappearances of several young woman from Ameura. Though, he was found innocent of any wrong doing, this was around the same time that the guards had received a new watchtower, and many suspected foul play.

It is in this house however, that there now seems to be some sort of distress. For why else, would the reserved Curtin Devian seek help from strangers?

[Virtue]

~ The Frost Hearth Tavern ~

As with many tales, this one begins in the safety and warm glow of tavern lights. The mood has become tranquil, as the frequent patrons settle down to the music that overwhelms the tavern during its twilight hours. Many of the faces in the inn remain fixed on the small stage ahead, which bears a beautiful, lone female elf. Her eyes closed, a single melody emanating from her lips. Slow and deep, the exotic song brings a haunting calm to the tavern. The bartender at the front, finishes wiping the last of her glasses clean and sets it aside with the others. Those staying in the rooms upstairs have all retired for the evening, and through the stained windows, the last rays of the setting sun pass by, illuminating the snow covered hills nearby. The mood of the tavern remains warm, yet subtle, in contrast to the frigid environment surrounding it.

You are all unknown to each other. You are neither the frequent patrons, nor the villagers in which the tavern is nestled within. Simply by twist of fate, do you find yourselves somewhere within the Frost Hearth, whether for drink, for rest, or for atmosphere. You are by no means skilled adventurers, though you may have had a battle or two within your history. At the moment, you are simply resting in parts unknown, among the frigid landscape of Ameura.

The tavern door opens with a slow creak, letting in a chilly frost in the otherwise warm tavern. A curious few look to see the newcomer, but the elven singer seems unfazed and continues her mournful song. The tall man, donned in thick chain mail, looks around before turning to the tavern wall. A bulletin board at the back, often full of notices, rewards, and events, held too few announcements these days. This part of the world seemed to have quieted off, for the most part. This was enough to make the man's arrival all the more questionable, as he was a guard of the Empire, whose capital was in the south.

He unfurled a scroll from his belt and easily hammered the parchment into the bulletin. He did so with a bit more force than perhaps was needed. The singer continued without pause. Apparently done, the noise stopped and the man stepped back admiring his less than stellar handiwork. The paper was lopsided but the guard didn't seem to notice as he nodded to himself and left. The door shut loudly after him, once again offering the patrons a glimpse into the chilly weather outside. Behind the counter, the bartender shook her head and sighed, pouring a small ale for a customer who was at the bar.

If anyone was to get up and examine the parchment it would read:

Attention!

Devian House seeking unified group of warriors to reclaim victory for the
Village of Ameura. Report to the esteemed Curtin Devian of named House
upon the stroke of midnight on the eve of Nocturne 11th. All interested may apply. If selected, may be well compensated.

House of Curtin Winthrop Devian IV, Esq.

The calendar located next to the parchment declared that indeed today was the afore mentioned date, and what's more is midnight was only 5 hours away. Either the guard was severely lazy in this notice, or there was something else behind this. A general map outside on the outskirts of town, would place the Devian House in a very small district that catered to those with more cents than sense. Along with several other wealthy elites, they had created this small section of town, to cater to their lavish lifestyle, while simultaneously ignoring the plights of the common clay. A quiet applause begins as the elf finishes her haunting melody. The woman gives a slight bow, as she pauses and casts her to gaze over the audience before her. Slowly, the elven woman turns and silently walks off the stage, leaving the tavern in silence.

[Daftendirekt]

Percival had sat in the common room for a few hours now, sitting on several cushions so that he was at the proper elevation for the human-sized table, trying to make progress on his book. His wire-rimmed spectacles were perched on the tip of his nose as he stared down at his book, the tip of his quill tapping idly on the table as he takes in the atmosphere of this northern town.

The chill in the air was held at bay by the fire crackling in the hearth nearby, and by the mug of tea the barmaids graciously kept topped off for the old gnome. The haunting tune played by the elf up on stage washed over him.

He looked up in curiosity as the door opened and a man posted a notice on the board, leaving quickly thereafter. However, he would remain seated and sip at his tea, watching the reactions of the inn's other patrons.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

A young barbarian girl's eyes follow the elf out of the tavern, returning after a moment to her now-empty plate and mug. She scrapes a final half-empty spoonful of soup into her mouth, wipes her hands on her bulky fur outerwear, then rises and approaches the nearly bare bulletin board.

She pauses before the new posting, painstakingly reading it letter-by-letter, her brow furrowing in concentration and confusion as she slowly reaches the end.

However, where literacy was not her strongest suit, reticence was not either. She looks to the clientele nearby, and asks a question to anyone who will answer. "Reclaim victory? When was Ameura defeated?" After all, her tribe had traded here annually since before her own birth. "And is asking for visitors at midnight a tradition in the South?"

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Finally finishing his first ale of the night was certainly proving problematic for Devith, for the elf had never imbibed such a liquid before. Already the room was starting to prove awkwardly off-kilter, and the sudden intrusion of cold air was, while not uncomfortable, rather unbalancing when the world decided to go wonky. After the guard had taken his leave, Devith made his way over to the board to lean over and read the note, rather appreciative of the fact that the note itself was the only rightly-angled object in the whole darn tavern. Scratching his head thoughtfully, the elf straightens and heads back to his simple tavern-supper, talking to himself in low tones.

"This may prove fortuitous...when the world decides being askance is absurd again."

[Burnheart]

Murak had been sat in the Frost Hearth quiety drinking mug after mug of ale without it seemingly effecting him, though he once got up and headed out into the freezing night to check on his stabled animals, old Sourhoof his bad tempered but loyal pack mule and the reason he came to Ameura in the first place, the wild Branta that was captured and brought in by the village hunters a few days ago.

Checking that they were properly cared for Murak gave Sourhoof a quick rub down and an apple core, which earned him a brief affectionate nuzzle then a swift kick when his back was turned that made him smile "Hahaha you never change do you old friend" he says while rubbing his leg "and what about you my new friend?" he carefully asks the Branta whilst it shies away from his hand, putting a sad smile on Muraks face "Don't worry friend, i'll not treat you the way those hunters did" the sad smile is replaced by one of anger as he once again examines the marks the hunters left in a foolish and wasted attempt to train the proud beast.

After that he returns to the tavern, getting more than a few incredulous looks from other patrons since he went out barefoot and returned none the worse for it. After finding a new seat by the door Murak listens with a dreamlike wonder to the elfs song, a more beautiful sound than any he's heard before that brings tears of joy to his eyes. When she has finished he blinks away the tears to see that she has already gone, looking around he realises that people seem to be gathering around a plank of wood with scraps of parchment nailed to it, approaching it seems everyone is concerned with one scrap in particular "Hmm what is going on?" he asks.

[Adamant Sunrise]

The tavern doors swing open with a gust of snow and wintry air, revealing the small frame of an elf who looks as though he's just trekked across half the tundra to get there. Closing the doors behind him, Sky trudges up to the bar to enquire with the innkeeper if his usual room is available. The druid is clad in Elven whaleskin armor of the type worn by the ice-dwelling tribes, and with a recurve-bladed yataghan and a matching dagger sheathed behind his waist, and his face half-concealed behind a heavy cold-weather scarf, he manages to cultivate a threatening appearance despite his 5'3" of height. But that quickly dissipates as soon as he tugs down the scarf to greet the tall barbarian girl standing next to him with a cheerful smile. "Hi there," he beams to Chiyeni of Anar. "Were you saying something?"

[razorback]

The burly dwarf sat at a table near the door, his gear stowed in the seats next to him to dissuade anyone from sitting at his table, as he drank the bitter ale the Frost Hearth Tavern was known for. He was in the village trying to find some information on either Gunthrink or find a bit of work as his money pouch was a bit light.
<Information isn't cheap> he thought to himself <especially when it's bad>

He saw the tall, armored human enter and make his posting. From where he was sitting, he could make out House Devian.
<Pah, thieves and worse, they do be>
Think about his money situation, he gave himself a bit of a growl.
As long as they don't be asking me to do anything dishonest he mumbled, too low for anyone to hear over the singer.
Coming to stand next to the elf, he looks over at the huge human-thing.
<Hope he doesn't have fleas jumping off of him> he says about the Neanderthal.
It say House Devian be looking for warriors to reclaim victory for Village Ameura, whatever that do mean. he said to his question. Looking again at the size of the massive warrior, he continues I will be going. If you be too, great strength the can count on
With that, he went back to his table to finish his drink and gather his belongings.
If you as he points to the Neanderthal or any of you others be going there, I know the way and will be leaving shortly.

[Burnheart]

"Are the people of the village in danger?" Murak asks a note of concern in his deep voice "If so we should help to protect them" he goes back to his seat and grabs his gear, pausing to down the last of his drink "I'll follow you" he says to the Dwarf when he talks of guiding them.

[Daftendirekt]

Hearing the younger folk starting with talk of adventure, Percival takes another sip of tea and removes his spectacles, storing them carefully in a small, carved wooden case lined with red velvet which he slips into one of the many pockets on his heavy violet robes. Corking his ink pot and closing his book, he stows his things and clears the table, hopping down off of his piled up cushions and carefully smoothing the wrinkles out of his clothing.

Satisfied with his appearance, the old gnome heads across the tavern, weaving between the tables, hands clasped behind his back as he moves.

"Talk of an excursion, is there?" he queries of the folk at the bar. "Mayhaps it will spawn new ideas in this old skull of mine, provide some inspiration and illumination, yes?"

He twirls idly at his mustache as he looks up at the taller folk, being a mere three and a half feet himself, although his tall hat extends nearly another foot above him.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni smiles right back at the Elven newcomer. "Just reading this paper. It seems this town's headman is recruiting warriors at midnight, tonight. Sounds odd to me, but I am a bit curious." And staying up that late wasn't hard for her--she had often stayed up long past dark to watch the skies.

She looks back at the posting, pointing with her finger at single words until she finds the one she was thinking of. After a moment, she finds it. "It says 'unified group'.... that means 'just one', so we should go with these other folks to see what's happening." She smiles, proud of her misinterpretation, and not realizing in the moment that she'd as much as decided to go.

[Adamant Sunrise]

The elf's eyes follow Chiyeni's pointing finger, and his smile broadens at her decision to include him. Humans tend to be far less quick to trust him than that. "Well, I'd be honored. I'm not much of a warrior, but I guess it couldn't hurt to hear what they have to say. Coming with us, master gnome?"

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Speaking up in order to be heard, Devith lets out a soft chuckle before saying "Is anyone else noticing the 'may' part in the 'compensation' region, or are you just really excited to help?" Shaking his head slightly, he continues, "Either way, I would like to go with, if that's quite all right with Master Dwarf here."

[Daftendirekt]

"I care little about compensation," Percival replies. "I am well enough off. The nature of the work doesn't even interest me much; one finds inspiration in the most unexpected places."

His mind made up, the old gnome gathers up the rest of his things from his table, places a silver coin in the hand of the barmaid that served him, along with a sincere compliment and a genial smile, before heading out to retrieve his pack animal from the stable.

[razorback]

Huval looked around in dismal, realizing his offer to the hulking human had been seen as an acceptence by the whole group.
<Humph... well, they may have skills that do be coming in helpful> he thought to himself.

If you be coming, it be best if we were on our way. he said gruffly.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky gives a big, rather catlike yawn and then, barring any conversation, follows the rest of the group out into the comfortably cool air. He had been hoping for a little rest before starting out again, but the midnight summons promised to be interesting enough to keep him awake a bit longer.

[Burnheart]

"Of course" Murak rumbles in responce to the dwarf "Lead on" he gestures out the door then falls in step behind the dwarf "Oh i'm Murak" he says thrusting a huge hand out to the dwarf.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith shoulders his backpack with a heavy grunt, before checking his bow and quiver for security. Falling into step with the rest of the troupe, he walks out into the brisk air and takes a deep, filling breath. Musing mostly to himself under his breath, he makes an offhand comment on how nice the weather is before the walking convoy begins moving.

[Virtue]

The sun had already set on the village of Ameura. At this late in the evening, there were few people out in the streets, as most were huddled in the safety of their homes, against the cold wind that passed overhead.

Across from the tavern lies the East Gate, fashioned into the stone wall surrounding the village. This was the closest exit to the frozen badlands that was home to many sinister and dark creatures. The guard tower could be seen to the south, but it's lanterns were dark. Perhaps, they had delayed in lighting them, this night. To the north, about half a mile, would be the iron wrought gate of the third district. Adorned with hanging gargoyles made of blue stone, and the only gate with a permanant security.

It seems a quieter night than most, but for your small group of travelers, you would have little comparison otherwise.

Towards the East Gate, a hulking figure seems to be pulling something into a shadowed alley. Towards the North, the streets remain practically empty, only a lone woman seems to be leaning against a building, off to the side. To the West, the door of the Tavern closes behind the last member, as you face the chilly night. And towards the South, the guard tower remains still dark, and a gentle reminder of how far from city law you are.

The time reads 7:24.

Welcome, to the Village of Ameura.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

The tribal girl walks with her newfound companions, not even sure of most of their names. The stillness and silence didn't trouble her, but the narrow, confining streets left her feeling disquieted. Her eyes leap to each hint of movement through the dark.

Eager to fill the air, she babbles a bit. "It didn't feel nearly this crowded this afternoon. I mean, there were more people, but now it's so small, and well--"

Seeing the motion in the alleyway, she cuts off abruptly and--confidence bouyed by her companions--takes several steps closer, not entirely sure what she sees.

[Virtue]

Torches line the corners of the streets, each threatening to blow out, as another chill wind bites the bitter air. You would not envy those whose job it was to light the flames every night, as even now, a few have already gone out. From the entrance of the tavern, you can make out a hulking figure, about seven feet tall, shrouded completely in a thick grey cloak. He seems to be dragging a cart, but the cart looks lopsided and flat, with no handles. You can't quite judge the distance, but to the opposite side of the figure, you think you can make out open doors of some sort. A torch light in the distance flickers again, and goes out.

For those with Low-Light Vision or Darkvision.
Through the flicker of the nearby torches, you can see the cloak looks thinner than it should be for this weather, as it flaps in the wind. If you squint, you can barely make out movement behind the figure itself. You judge the distance between you and this scene to be not more than a brisk five minute walk, across the main road, and down several blocks, past a tannery. The tannery's doors lie halfway between the tavern and this figure, and are oddly wide open. A torchlight in the distance flickers again, and goes out.

[Daftendirekt]

Percival packs up his things on his caribou, and then heads out into the street, hunched against the cold. He peers around, seeking out the rest of the folk that had left the tavern. Upon spotting them, he hurries as fast as his short legs will carry him to catch up with them, clutching his walking stick with heavily gloved hands.

Walking at the back of the group, he keeps a hand on his satchel -- which stores his precious spellbooks, relatively empty as they still are. His keen, sky-blue eyes peer down the street at the movement, but he reserves comment until further observation can be made.

[Burnheart]

Spotting the figure pulling something into the alleyway Murak starts forward "Hey you" he calls out "Need any help with that?" he continues as he moves closer, his equiment jingling softly as he walks.

<Is he one of the people?> Murak muses as he gets closer <He's big enough>

[razorback]

Huval see's the hulking figure struggling with something when he hears his newfound companion yell out ""Hey you, need any help with that?"
<Hmmm, 4 hours to be at the spot... I guess we do have time for this> he thinks to himself.

Best be quick about it, boy, if you're going to help him. He looks over as he sees the diminutive gnome struggling with his pack, which was nearly as large as he was. <You have always made those who you guided in the wilds carry their own equipment, but mother always said 'respect your elders', and this one looks it>.

Do you be needing help with that, master gnome he says through gritted teeth.

[Adamant Sunrise]

As soon as the human charges forward, Sky shouts for him to stop. "Wait!" Assuming he does, the elf casts a glance down the street. "We should decide to go together, or not at all. He'll be long finished before you get there, at any rate. And I thought I noticed something strange about him, for a second there." He glances to the other non-human members of the group, looking for signs that they too noticed something out of the ordinary.

If the human doesn't stop, he'll say the same to those remaining.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni

Chiyeni easily keeps pace with Muraks strides despite the way he towers over her. She hadn't intended to get close or draw his attention, but now that they had might was well get close enough to see properly. And, she supposed,lend a hand.

[Virtue]

The silence of the night is broken as Murak moves forward and calls out to the shadowed figure blocks away. In the crowded streets of the day, his voice may not have carried, but here it echoed off the streets and filled the area, in the deep tone common to Neanderthals.

The shadow figure looked up quickly, it's face and body still completely in darkness. In a lunging motion it seems to haul the entire cart-like object up and towards him, and in less than an instant they're both gone behind the farthest building down the lane. Another torch flickers in the wind, but stays lit.

Off to the north, the women who had been standing outside, seems to suddenly notice your presence, and turns hurriedly to walk inside the odd colored building that she was standing outside.

The lanterns to the south remain unlit, the watchtower remains quiet.

[Burnheart]

Murak pauses when the elf speaks "Do you think?" he asks slightly bumused "I thought he'd" Murak looks back and realises the man is gone "Well you were right, mister?" he looks down at the elf who's yet to introduce himself and waits for an answer.

[Adamant Sunrise]

The elf holds up a gloved hand to shake. "Sky-at-Dawn. And you are?"

[Burnheart]

"Ah i'm Murak" he says taking the elfs hand and giving it a firm shake "Pleased to meet you" he says warmly with a faint smile "and the rest of you?" Murak looks at the others from the tavern.

[Daftendirekt]

"How remiss of me!" the old gnome declares. "Where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself; I am Percival Victor Xavier Tilley Mansfield the thirteenth! Arcanist, academic, researcher and author."

He says all this with a bow and a flourish, removing his tall hat for a moment before replacing it upon his head of messy grey hair.

"Curious fellow, by the by," he remarks.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith looks at the collection of individuals he's been walking with since the tavern. Attempting to smile as warmly as a creature of the Frostfell can, he looks each in the eye in turn, attempting to garner some sort of collective acceptance. Dusky-voiced, he simply introduces himself. "Devith Iceshard is the name. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." Unfortunately, it seems rather abrupt instead of a kind greeting.

[razorback]

I be Huval Pelegvirdhur, son of Huthwain and Dwirith, native to these parts. He said over his shoulder Sometimes guide to new comers, like some of you. Listen to my advice while keeping your step soft but lively and you may live through the perils of this land.

[Adamant Sunrise]

[after Chiyeni's post:]

Sky smiles to each introduction before nodding at Percival's comment. "Yes.. Did anyone catch something off about him just now? He moved, but my eyes were on Murak." The young elf looked as though he wanted to talk further with Devith, but put the thought aside for a better time.

[Virtue]

A small raven alights on the tavern roof, its silhouette pale against the rising moon. It begins to preen itself, completely oblivious to the scene below, where a group of strangers introduce themselves. A curious assortment of characters, including two arctic elves, a neanderthal, a human, a gnome, and a glacier dwarf make themselves known to each other. If the raven thought anything at all, which it didn't, it would wonder what would possess such an odd group to find themselves in each others company, in this cold, dark landscape.

The raven finishes preening and looks out over the night, before taking flight again, back to its nest in the harrowing mountains nearby.

Somewhere in the night, a snow camel brays in the distance.

The time reads 7:25.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni joins the introductions cheerfully, though neglecting any apology for failing to earlier. "I'm Chiyeni, from the tribe Anar. Our herds migrate northward of here." She gestures vaguely northward. "And I'm here to see all I can in the south, until the ancestors see fit to send me home." That sure sounded better than some of her more cynical thoughts... 'I'm looking for something, but I don't know what'.

"Did you really think there was something off about that fellow, Sky? He sure seemed large but so is Murak here. You want to check, as long as we're here?"

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky gives a shake of his head. "I didn't get a good look, but I thought maybe one of you had. Could've been nothing..."

[razorback]

Murak, did that strike you as odd? Where did that... person go?

[Burnheart]

"Well from what i could see, i thought he might have been a neanderthal like me" he says with a wistful look in his eyes as he gazes off into the distance where the man stood a few moments ago "So i wanted to help him if he needed it" he turns to face the others and adds "But i guess he didn't need it, what about that woman who was here before over by that odd looking building? She might be able to tells more about whats been happening in this village before we head to this midnight gathering"

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"Might not need help? With a load that big, I'd need half my tribe." Hyperbole, but not by much. "Let's see what was going on, unless we're getting late." For that last bit, she glances towards the dwarf, who has at least claimed to know this area better than the others.

Unless objections are raised, Chiyeni leads the group down to where the tall fellow was, and surveys the area.

[razorback]

Huval listens to Chiyeni and agrees with her course of action.
<Nothing like getting the blood flowing before we meet with House Devian>

Extending his hand, he replies with 'Tis seems to be a worthy bit of time. Lead on, if there be no objections.

[Adamant Sunrise]

The elf gives no objections, and heads down to the alley with Chiyeni and the others.

[Burnheart]

Murak also follows the others though he is forced to run just to keep up.

[Daftendirekt]

Percival follows at a leisurely pace, hurrying only if he is in danger of losing sight of the others. He twirls at his mustache and talks quietly to himself as he goes, moving his hands in strange gestures occasionally. After a few minutes, he quiets down and merely observes the goings-on.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith watches the group walk down to the alley, gives himself a bit of a shake and hurries to catch up, muttering quietly.

[Virtue]

The group wanders down the silent night towards where they had seen the hulking figure. They need only head south for several minutes, past the East Gate road, and towards the warehouses.

As they near the area where they had seen the scene previously, a few can hear a long, dragging sound, behind the nearest building.

*suddenly!*

A large crash comes from behind the building, as if a metal object fell onto the chilly stone street. For those in the front, you can hear a strained, frantic whispering and a loud scraping sound.

There seems to be multiple voices, attempting to keep as quiet as possible.

[razorback]

Hearing the crash, Huval quickly moves forward.
<That wasn't a sound one should hear at night> he thinks to himself.

He hisses Be wary, friends. as he feels the haft of his Dwarven Waraxe.



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[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith, keeping up rear-guard, suddenly alert thanks to the precautionary warning from Huval, attempts to discern what, if anything, is happening further along the way, keen Elven senses tingling with anticipation.


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[Virtue]

In the lead, Huval is the first to round the corner, his armor scraping against the edge of the building, as he turns towards the sounds.

What he sees however, is not what he may have expected.

And certainly not what was expecting him.

Frozen in mid-action, a group of five individuals are in various positions beside an open warehouse door. You immediately recognize the huge figure from before; now close enough, to recognize as a brutish neanderthal. Over his shoulder appears to be a dead body, in a stage of decomposition, the broken wheelbarrow overturned beside him. There are two human men, who appear to be thugs, beside the warehouse door. Both in a state of surprise, their hands already on the swords at their belts. From a distance, you can see slowly walking up a female elf, her crossbow already knocked, aimed towards the group as they round the corner. And finally beside the Neanderthal, another figure, completely hooded, stands beside wielding a somewhat dangerous looking dagger.

The assembly seems in a state of some surprise, obviously not expecting anyone to be out this late. The shrouded figure, beside the Neanderthal casually walks towards Huval, and speaks up slowly.

"Oye, Blimey! You lads 'ad best be turnin' around. There's nothin' ter see 'ere, round deese parts. Nuff said, yeah?"

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni freezes stock-still in confusion, rounding the corner closely behind the dwarf. After a brief moment parsing words, her reply is as much towards the dwarf as the hooded figure, and with limited eloquence. "Uh... that's not a normal burial here, is it?"

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky slips the bow from his back and makes a wide circuit around the mouth of the alley to put himself just within sight of the elf with the crossbow, his own arrow nocked in warning. He makes no sudden movements, but exhales deeply and focuses on the task. Somehow, he had let himself believe that this evening would be nothing more than an interesting diversion. He had forgotten the true grisliness of the business he was getting himself involved in.

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[Burnheart]

When Murak rounds the corner last and when he sees the group of armed strangers lugging a dead corpse around he pulls his spear from his back "Whats going on here?" he growls angrily.

[razorback]

As his new companion bellows out the command to the strangers, Huval brings his off-hand to grip his axe.

Best you be answering. he growls and then, while keeping his eyes on the strangers he answers Chiyeni No, this is not how we honor our dead. Explanations be in order. he takes half a step back that, he hopes, seems like a defensive move to the ghoulish group in front of him, as he prepares his offense.

[Virtue]

She was already training the bow on Sky as he circled around them. Both groups seemed tense, especially as the group from the tavern were blocking the only alley entrance to this side of the warehouse. The other group would have to go through the warehouse to get back into Ameura proper.

Or go through the tavern group.

The cloaked figure at front, smiles a bit. Those in front, can see a brownish hue on his teeth, as if he chews tobacco. A rarity in these parts.

"Gawdon Bennet! Woah, woah there. That's none ov yaaahr concern, i' is. We don't wan' any trouble 'ere, an' neither do you. If yew wan' ter be a bleedin' 'eart, why don't yew go find a guard awer something, if yew fnk we're up ter something. OK?"

The man turned to the others and snickered about something, the two brawny men in back joining in a muted chuckle. The Neanderthal had already dropped the object that appeared to be a dead body on the pavement, and had suddenly brandished a massive greatsword. The men in back, were now wielding a sword in each hand, while in their other, the faintest trickle of what appeared to be arcane energy, spilled from their empty fingertips.

Turning back, the stranger tilted his hooded head and grinned.

"Lawds! You don't wan' ter turn dis in'er a fight awer anything. You don' even know what's goin' on 'ere. So go on, an' just turn around an' walk away, innit."

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky keeps his bow trained on the foremost members of the other group, and if possible, moves slowly to put the corner of the building between himself and the casters at the rear. "He has a point, dwarf. We're not the law here. This needn't concern us."

[Burnheart]

"Then explain what it is you do here" Murak growls in responce to the hooded stranger then when Sky finishes he adds "We may not be the law but if these folk" he gestures with his spear at the group in front of them "are guilty of murder i'll not stand by and let them walk away"

[Virtue]

The hooded figure gave a greasy grin.

"Blimey! Oye, murder? Haven't a clue what yer talkin' about."

The man glances casually back at the dumped body on the ground, as if it was the first time he had ever seen it.

"Oh, yew mean dis old fng? Was like what when we found 'er, wasn't she boys? Nuff said, yeah?"

He pauses for a moment and turns back to the tavern group.

"We was just doin' aaahr civic duty, an' takin' dis 'ere body we found ter da morgue, by way ov dis 'ere abanda warehouse. Nothin' strange in that, yeah?"

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni glances from the hooded figure to her companions, getting more confused by the minute. "If this isn't a normal burial, why are they doing it? Did he get the Red Plague or something?" And why was Murak talking about 'murder'?

Sense Motive on the fast-talking bloke: [roll0]

Chiyeni doesn't want a fight, but she might if she understood the situation. I'm not sure.

[Daftendirekt]

Remaining quite hidden behind the taller folk, Percival listens carefully to the conversation happening in the alley. Musing over his options a moment, he nods to himself as if reaching a conclusion. He murmurs a few arcane words quietly to himself and then raises his cupped left hand as if trying to hear something.

"There they are, in the alley, the body snatchers!" a voice calls from a little way down the street, back from where the group came, quickly followed by the clomping of boots and the creaking of metallic armor.

Going to use my 1/day gnomish Ghost Sound to imitate a guard.

[roll0] EDIT: Oop, sorry, forgot to use Rollv. I'll remember next time.

EDIT2: Forgot to mention... that was a Bluff check to imitate the guard.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Not one to pass up on an opportunity as presented the sudden appearance of guards, Devith takes the moment to enforce the situation in his favour. Even a tiny bit of fear can go a long way, after all.


Casting Cause Fear (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/causeFear.htm) on the Neanderthal with the greatsword.
Frightened for [roll0] rounds unless succeeds on DC 14 Will save, then Shaken for 1 round.

[Virtue]

?!?!

The sound echoed off the walls, as the sound of footsteps came closer. The two thugs seemed panicked, and nearly dropped their swords.

"Oh Iborighu! It's the guards, I thought you said tha-"

"Gawdon Bennet! Quiet, yew idiot. I can talk aaahr way aaaht ov anything. There shouldn't evan be any-"

The sound of metal hits the stone pavement as the neanderthal drops his greatsword, and turns towards the warehouse, speaking in a deep, guttural voice. "We in trouble." With his long strides, the hulking man passes the men easily and runs into the warehouse.

The female elf seems visibly shaken by the sudden movement and possibility of guards, and looks to the hooded figure for a response, but it's two late for the two men by the door, as both have already turned on their heels and ran into the deserted building.

"Blimey! No, yew idiots! Rattle an' Hum back!" It was too late, they had already gone. The man with the hood angrily threw it back, to reveal a relatively handsome gentleman. His appearance was definitely not one from the north. He had none of the hardened features that usually came with the frozen lands.

The female elf took a step back and towards the man, as she lowered the crossbow. The stranger however, deftly sheathed his dagger, and folded his arms, taking a step away from the dead body, now laying there in the cold ground. He gritted his teeth, and narrowed his eyes, waiting to talk his way out of any situation that may arose, as the sounds of the guards grew closer.

[Daftendirekt]

Glad of his small stature, the old gnome slips back around out of view of the alley and quickly whispers words of the arcane tongue to himself. He pulls a pinch of iron dust out of his component pouch, sprinkling it over his own and head. He feels his whole body magically expanding and, satisfied with the effect, begins his second spell, knowing he's short on time before the charade is caught. Hoping his comrades are quick enough to cover for the quiet moment, he peers down at himself, satisfied with his appearance.

Gripping his staff-now-spear, he steps around the corner, a hard look on his clean-shaven human face.

"What's the meaning of this, folks? Such a large gathering after dark? Why don't we split this up and all head home, okay?"

Percival will Cast Enlarge Person on himself, followed immediately by Disguise Self to appear as a human guardsman with a spear.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

The tribeswoman's attention has been forward, on the body-movers, and she is as surprised as they are--though somewhat less nervous about the guard's appearance. "Hello! We just found this bloke and his friends--they ran to the building--moving this body," She gestures emphatically from beneath her furs with each clause, "and we were wondering what was going on. Or at least I was." She would've added a bit about 'coming over to help', but all these surprises had driven that goal from her mind. "Do you know?"

[razorback]

She speaks the truth pointing to Chiyeni We came across these miscreants with that body and sought to detain them to the rightful authorities, sir.

Whether Huval realize the decoy, his reaction will be the same.

[Burnheart]

"They admitted to finding the body and moving for their own purpose" Murak adds, disapproval evident in his voice and his eyes.

[Daftendirekt]

"Is that so? Well, stand aside then and let me investigate the scene!"

Percival waves his hand to shoo the group aside so that he may enter the alley, and approaches the body and the pair of body snatchers that chose not to flee.

I don't know if you want a Bluff check from me, but just in case, here it is: [roll0]

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith moves out of the way for the "guard", marveling at the efficiency with which the city would move in on ill-intentioned acts. Musing at the situation, he keeps a close eye on the body-snatchers and the guard alike, hoping his little trick with the neanderthal keeps him out of the way for a while longer.

[Virtue]

For a brief moment, a cloud of panic passed over the man's face, but he recovered smoothly. His eyes narrowed as he appraised the guard. The female elf, moved her crossbow swiftly to her pack, inching closer to the stranger.

"Not sure what deese strangers are on about, guvna'. We did just find dis body 'ere, but i' was 'em what was 'andlin' i' an' all."
The stranger tilts his head, giving the guard an odd look. "You...be a new un', are ya? There weren't s'pposed ta be...I mean I reckin I 'avent seen ya on dis route bafore."

The stranger bites his lip for a second, frowning at this strange group nearby. "We all on the up an up, aye? Lor' luv a duck! I suppose me an' me friend 'ere 'ad best be on aaahr way, an' leave yew ter yaaahr guard business, now what yer 'ere ter take care ov dis body then. Know what I mean?"

The stranger smiles a bit more confidently now, and steps aside with the elf, to allow the guard access to the body, as he gets ready to head out.

[Daftendirekt]

"I saw these folk from the end of the street, going into the alley," Percival says with a frown. "I didn't see any of them carrying a body."

Guard-Percival took another step closer, keeping a keen eye on the pair.

"And I think I would have noticed one when I was sitting with them in the tavern, you foolish fools!" he cries, a brilliant spray of color bursting forth out of his hands as he lets the illusion fade.

Casting Color Spray. Will save DC 14 negates.

If they have 2 HD or less, they are unconscious, blinded, and stunned for rounds, and then blinded and stunned for [roll]1d4 rounds, and then stunned for 1 round.

3 or 4 HD, they are blinded and stunned for [roll1] rounds, then stunned for 1 rounds.

5 or more HD, they are stunned for 1 round.

[Daftendirekt]

Messed up a roll. [roll0]

[razorback]

Suddenly surprised that the guard turned into the wizened gnome, Huval turned his attention back to the man and the elf-woman.
<Clever they do be> he internally praises the gnome.

Sinking into a deeper stance, he prepares to launch an assault if whatever magic the gnome unleashed was not effective enough.


Readying an action to bullrush the man if he or the woman make a threatening gesture towards our group.

[Virtue]

The prism sprays forth in a show of force, wrapping around the two unsuspecting strangers, and shifting from red to purple, passing through every color in the spectrum as it magically warps the minds of its victims.

Both targets still in a state of shock, the female elf lets out a brief gasp as her knees buckle, and her body slumps over onto the cold street unconscious.

The stranger fares little better, and falls to his knees, clutching at his face as he is plunged into darkness, his legs giving out, unable to move him from his spot as the magic overwhelms them both.

He lets out a deep yell, and falls to the floor.

"Awright geeezzaa! Oh bloody 'ell, what kind ov guard are you! I'm blind, ya freek!"

The stranger frantically waves his arms out, he feels the elven companion beside, her body unconscious.

"You won't 'ear da end ov dis, Benny'll 'ave yaaahr 'ead once me an' da guild are fruff wiv you! Sorted mate!"

The stranger can barely move, the magic still buzzing through his head, as he moves his hands back to his person and tries drawing out his dagger, still useless to the now temporarily crippled and blinded man.

OOC : The Elf's (Will Save + Roll) wasn't high enough to overcome Color Spray, and the Stranger rolled a 3.

[Burnheart]

Murak just looks at his companions and says "Hmm what should we do with those two? From what he" Murak points to the blind man "Said when Percival was disguised as a guard, they must have bribed someone to keep the Guards away while they worked" he shakes his head sadly "That being true i don't think it wise to turn them over to the guards, they'll probably just bribe their way free""

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"What did you do to them?" Questions the girl, unfamiliar with magic's limits. "Is he blind forever?"

As she calms down and takes in the situation, she pokes the blinded man with the haft of her spear. "Where'd this body come from? Why were you moving him, anyway?"

Finally she turns to Murak. "What choice to we have, other than handing him over to the guards? It's not like we can exile him from Ameura or anything." She couldn't think of any other suitable penalty that her tribe might levy.

OOC: I hope this is easy enough to parse, starting three sequential conversations in one post.

Also, Sense Motive on the bloke's answers:
[roll0]

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky-at-Dawn keeps an arrow nocked, though his bowstring relaxes somewhat. Being the furthest from the alley, he had a clear view of the gnome as he applied his spell of disguise, and smiled somewhat at the ruse. Now, as the others seem content to interrogate the ruffian, the elf concerns himself with keeping an eye on the warehouse next door, wondering if he is the only one who still remembers the half-dozen armed men lurking inside it. Keeping to the shadows if possible, he moves alongside the structure and peers inside.

Move silently: [roll0]
Listen: [roll1]
Spot: [roll2]
Spot:

[Virtue]

The stranger rubs his eyes, his mind and body reeling from the colored assault.

"Blimey, I ain't abaaaht ter tell yew anything, girly. You ain't da law 'ere, so run an' go cry ter yaaahr momma. You got a problem wiv me, take i' up wiv da guards an' bugger off, innit."

The female elf remains unconscious, and as Sky creeps around to the warehouse, he can't see much inside. The setting is dark, and there are no sounds emanating from inside. The door is only half ajar, but it looks like the others actually fled, rather than be anywhere near the prospect of a guard.

Whatever or whoever was in the warehouse, seems long gone, or at least from what you can tell from your position.

"Gawdon Bennet! In fact, I'm abaaaht ta lodge a complain' on all y'all. This ci'y don't take kindly ter grave robbin' adventurers, what castin' spells on innocents, while impersonatin' a pork chop, on' well connected gentlemen like myself!"

The stranger groans as very slowly, vision seeps back in black and pitched spots before his eyes. The dim light from a nearby street torch, doing little to aid in the man's sight recovery, as it casts shadows around the quiet alleyway.

[Daftendirekt]

The little man steps forward, staff in hand, and looks sternly at the stranger.

"I think it best you explain your purpose here, and most promptly. Threatening passers-by with death for happening upon your clandestine dealings doesn't bode well, as I'm sure any uncorrupted city officials will agree."

[Virtue]

The stranger unsteadily gets up, his body still weak, his vision barely at fifty percent as it slowly crawls back.

He chuckles unsteadily to himself, as he leans out his hand and tries to propel himself up using the brick wall beside them.

Lawd above! Who in da bloody 'ell do yew fnk yew are!" The stranger rubbed his eyes again, shaking his head, as the last of his vision crept back, allowing him to get a good view of the assorted group before him. I don't 'ave ter answer ter you, but i sure as 'ell know who you'll be answerin' ter in a momun'. You fnk I'm up ter no good, 'uh? Well come on then. Let's all take a jolly stroll down ter da taaahr, an' see what's what, 'mm?"

At this moment, the man straightens himself up a little more, and regains a bit of color in his cheek, as his unsteady smile moves more into a brownish grin. The strangers grin becomes more natural, as he regains the last of his bodily strength. The man folds his arms across his chest and looks down over the gnome, before turning to the rest of the assorted members.

"I know yaaahr type, adventurin' sort, muckin' up aaahr town. Everything's nice an' neat when yew fawerigners don't come an' poke yaaahr nose in'er business i' doesn't belong in. You fnk yew know what's goin' on around 'ere, do you? Well, let's go an' see a real guard, 'uh? And see 'ow dis night turns aaaht fer everyone."

[Adamant Sunrise]

Putting away his bow, the elf sniffs at the air and silently unsheathes the yataghan and dagger from behind his waist. Slipping in through the door, he will attempt to make a quick reconnoiter of the ground floor of the abandoned warehouse and, should he find nothing of consequence, return to the rest of the group by the alley door the ruffians used to enter the building.


Spot: [roll0]
Listen: [roll1]
Move Silently: [roll2]

[Virtue]

Warehouse
The warehouse is huge, from the looks of it. There are boxes practically everywhere, and a lingering smell of flesh. The boxes are clearly labelled in Common, with the names of various cuts of meat, including Branta Flanks and Auroch Thighs. The temperature is none too colder than the air outside, so the warehouse must be a temporary area for meat packing, before transportation, rather than a much chillier slaughterhouse, where meat would be actually cut and stored. A thin debris of sawdust still lines the floor however, fleckered white from the ravages of fallen snow in the previous weeks.

A general reconnaissance would notice nothing much out of the ordinary. A bit of good luck, and you would recognize the footprints of more than a few people taking long strides towards an exit in the rear. This door hangs ajar, and you can detect the faintest of movements if you strain your eyes. To the left of the entrance, is a door with what appears to be stairs leading down. It is propped open with a box. To the right, there are three doors, but all of them are closed.

There is a metal series of catwalks overhead, and various ladders on ground level to get to them. The only thing that seems to be on the upper level however is a windowed office above the three closed doors. From the ground level, you would not be able to see inside however.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky sheathes his sword as he reenters the alley behind the criminal, and kneels to examine the body dumped by the neanderthal. "Seems deserted, though I can't be sure. Stairs leading down. Lots of packaged meat in storage, but I'm not sure what kind." His normally pleasant expression is a mask of disgust as he speaks the last few words.

For analysis:
Search: [roll0]
Heal: [roll1]

[Virtue]

Body
She's dead, Jim.
Stuffied in a duffle bag, this blonde haired human is a knockout, or at least she would be if she wasn't pale, and for that matter, also dead. Though you might not be an expert, it doesn't look like she has been dead for very long, as there is no heavy smell, or insects around her. There is no sign of blood or struggling."

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"Ah, let's just tie them up, drop them and the body off with the guards. They'll find him in the morning, and if they do let him go... well, the city kind of deserves what it gets, doesn't it?"

She looks over at Sky, her brow furrowing. Perhaps unlike the elf, meat-eating is far from distasteful to her. "Not sure what kind of meat? What do you mean?" She glances to the body, her mind churning. "You mean, this body was destined to be someone's dinner?"

OOC: I now have the "A Little Priest" song from Sweeney Todd going through my head...

[Burnheart]

"Is that what you people are?" Murak spits the words at the blind man "Cannibals?!" he stalks forward and looks ready to run the man through with his spear.

[razorback]

Huval moves to intercept Murak

Nothing be proved... yet. While Chiyeni's plan maybe a bit more blubber than meat on the bone for my taste, it do have some merit. Maybe we should drop off this scoundrel off with a note and see how they treat him? The slowly evolving wicked grin that does not extend to to his eyes, which burn with a fire as he squints at the man on the ground.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

"Or we just leave him be...tied to the body, of course. Fewer risks that way, I would think. Possibly put a big sign on him that says 'I Am Guilty' or something." Devith shrugs, not really caring what happens to the man, or the elf girl. "Personally, I am a bit more concerned about what happens if the ones that were scared off come back. Whatever we do, it should be swift."

[razorback]

Agreed, we need to come to an agreement and be about it. Huval responded, starting to look about in case of ambush or the real guards showing up.

[Virtue]

The stranger glances up at the Neanderthal for the first time, as if the lumbering brute had done some amazing trick.

Gawdon Bennet! Cannibals? Bloody 'ell, what are yew goin' on about? I never done ate no person. So what da 'ell are yew gon'a do, 'uh? Goin' ter truss me up like a pig, an' leave me 'ere, wiv da body, 'm? Or 'ow abaaaht take me ter da taaahr, an' leave me there? So many opshuns, eh? As long as we get dis wrapped up pret'y soon, befawer I 'ave ter meet wiv D-"

The man freezes instantly in mid sentence, and shuts up, turning his head away from the group and narrowing his brow.

"So, you all outnumber me, not really a fair fight, is'n it? So what are yew gon'a do, huh?"

[razorback]

Boy, seeing as you not be from around here, I'll let you know what we do with cannibals in these parts. We usually break the bones in the ankles and wrists and leave them in the wastes. Sometimes they make it out and sometimes they get lucky and wolves tear them to pieces. And, sometimes they do be not so lucky.

[Virtue]

"Lawd above! What are yew goin' on about, yew big bleedin' git. I've been 'ere nearly seven years, an' I ain't once seen any ov yew rogues round deese parts. And I done told you, I ain't eatin' no people."

The stranger chuckles, as e female elf on the ground slowly seems to begin recovering, wearily.

"Thouf I done 'ear tell what yew savag' brutes aren't one ter pass up a good slab ov meat, 'uh?, innit."

The man gives a greasy smile, and glances back to the warehouse.

"Are yew all done wastin' yaaahr time? Sorted mate."

[Burnheart]

"Then let us just drag these two to the guards and be done with it" Murak declares "Though we should bind them some how first"

[Adamant Sunrise]

The greasy ruffian crumples to the earth in mid-sentence, propelled downward by the pommel of Sky's dagger. The elf sighs and sheathes the weapon, stepping away from the unconscious scoundrel and returning to the body of the young woman, whom he prepares to lift. "Hate to interrupt the conversation, but I suggest we get these three inside before someone catches us out here and gets the wrong idea." If there are no objections, he will move to carry the body into the warehouse, laying her on a convenient table if there happens to be one.

[razorback]

Huval agrees with a nod of his head and grabs the unconscious man and begins to drag him into the warehouse with his free hand.

[Burnheart]

"Very well" Murak says with a sigh whilst bending down to grab the corpse "Come along everyone" he calls back over his shoulder as he carries the body forward towards the doors.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

The barbarian girl isn't really sure why the others plan to leave the scoundrel inside, but they all seem to agree it's a good idea--and, she supposes, it would embarrass him in front of this "D" fellow at the very least. She secures her spear and hefts a pair of unconscious legs, assisting the others.

[Virtue]

The group had knocked the stranger unconscious, but the elf was slowly coming back to the front. Still, it seems that both she, the stranger, and the corpse were brought into the empty warehouse.

Nothing inside had changed from Sky's previous surveillance, though the far door at the back end, was now closed.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith follows the group into the warehouse, peering into shadows suspiciously, but looks mostly unimpressed. "Well, here we are. A dark, abandoned warehouse. Who's good with rope?" Nodding approvingly at the situation, Devith rests his hands on his hips and assumes a pensive, but relaxed and lazy posture, leaning up against a handy wall.


Amazing Spot Check Go!
[roll0]

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni steps outside to her reindeer, retrieving her rope from its saddlebags. She steps back inside, and begins unwinding it. "Shame to see a good rope wasted on these folks," she murmurs with a sigh. "Stretch it out for me, will you?"

Ooc: Give me a hand with some Aid Another rolls!

Technically, I don't think this is supposed to be rolled until they try to escape, but we won't be here. She'll take 10 on a roll to bind the pair, if she can:
10+4(skill)+2(silk rope)+10(Binding Check)=26, +whatever the others can add helping pull her knots tight.

[Daftendirekt]

Standing out in the alley, Percival keeps an eye out up and down it, making sure their goons don't come back and try anything. Having done the hard bit, he leaves the rest to the others, figuring it is only fair that everybody does their part.

[razorback]

Huval moves to assist Chiyeni, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings as he lays his axe on the ground next to him.


Assisting use rope:
[roll0]

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky casts his gaze over the open stairwell leading down, then returns to studying the young woman's remains for anything of interest. "Unpleasant business, this is." He sighs. "No marks on her body that I can find. I don't know about you fellows, but I'd certainly like to know what was going on here."

Search:
[roll0]

[Burnheart]

"So would i, we should investigate this place before leaving" Murak replies looking around "Should we head up or down first?"

[razorback]

I say clear above before so we don't get trapped below.

[Virtue]

The warehouse remains large, and empty. A ladder nearby leads up to the wooden catwalks above. Other than the office, there is not much more on the upper level. There are stacks of boxes everywhere, creating the appearance almost of a maze. A door to downstairs lies on the left hand side, dark.

Peering down from the entrance reveals nothing, but darkness. The temperature seems to get colder the further downstairs you go. Other than three doors to the right, closed at the far end, and a closed, solid door at the back, there is not much else. Sawdust and frost lines the floor.

The elf, remains quiet, though conscouis and slightly groggy. She winces a bit as she is tied to the unconscious stranger. Nearby the dead woman is left laying on the floor. There are no sounds, nothing except the quiet, dark warehouse.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"Everyone else has run off, looks like." The girl was gladder than she sounded; the group of thugs were more menacing and intimidating than she'd let on in the moment. "We doing anything other than leaving these two? And her," she adds, indicating the corpse.

The player in me wants to kick down a couple of those doors downstairs, but the inexperienced Chiyeni isn't that much of a burglar yet.

[Burnheart]

"Well i think some of us should go and check out that room" Murak points to the office on the upper levels "It seems important"

[Daftendirekt]

Percival preens his mustaches for a minute, and then peeks his head into the warehouse, peering around a moment to see what the rest of the party is up to. Contented that they aren't in mortal danger, he sings an old Gnomish song to himself under his breath.

Listen here little girls and boys
stop playing, stop jumping, put down your toys.
Here is a tale of vicious snow camels;
fail to heed my warning and taste the nine hells.

You think you know fright
when dragons fly at night.
You think you know fear
when goblin men draw near.
The real fear comes when you hear warning bells,
warning you to hide from the snow camels.

Dragons fly with their fiery breath,
goblins use sharp steel to bring swift death,
but neither is so vicious as the snow camel's spit.
It's slimy and smelly and makes you throw a fit.

Now you know, the warning is told.
It's been said many times but never gets old,
that the snow camel's wrath shall never be matched
even when the greatest dragon ever finally is hatched.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Clearing his throat perhaps a bit too loudly, Devith makes a show of peering into the shadows again. "I still see nothing. Perhaps we should take our leave of these three, and jaunt off into the night to prepare for our midnight rendevous. Something foul may have been afoot; however, I do believe we have quite handily taken care of it in as much capacity as we are presently able."

[razorback]

The idea of letting killers go, especially with this one pointing to the male Implying that he is 'taken care of', does not sit well with me.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky's eyes glimmer with almost indiscernible traces of divine energy as he bends low over the body, his lips murmuring words in Druidic.

Casting Detect Poison.

He frowns thoughtfully and rises, pacing around the prisoners to the ladder, pausing before he begins climbing up to the office. "Don't worry about it, Devith. See you at midnight, okay? If I'm not there, I've been stabbed to death by this "D" person." With that, he begins to climb.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Staring in disbelief at Sky, Devith starts stammering, "No, no it-...apologies. This night took an unexpected turn and I believe I came over-prepared.This pack of mine is rather heavy and I fear it has affected my mood and spoiled it something foul. Of course I will help in this endeavour, just give me a moment." With that, Devith unburdens himself of his backpack and joins Sky in The Greatest Search.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky talks all the way up the ladder. "No, no, I understand. This is none of our business, really. And you hardly know me. It's kind of stupid to be doing this, risking both our lives like this for the sake of, well, curiosity." He gives a sigh of exertion, reaching the catwalk and instinctively drawing his weapon as soon as he stands. "I would have just walked away, personally. But now that I'm here, I wouldn't feel right about leaving that girl there on the floor without even having a look around."

...Which he does, presently.

[razorback]

Huval tries not to look at his new companions with contempt.
<Sometimes the right thing to do is not visible to others> he thinks to himself as he looks at the dead girls body.
Forget not she be someone's daughter. 'Tis seems that foul play was involved and the proper authorities do seem suspect.

[Virtue]

Sky makes it to the rafters, his weapon at hand. Nothing seems to be making a sound, and there is no sawdust nearby. From this vantage point, he can see the multitude of boxes scattered around the warehouse, but other than that, no new sights open up to him, from below.

Across the catwalks, at the far end, there is what appears to be an office door. It is closed, but beside it, is a foreman's window, which overlooks the catwalks. How to approach the office seems a different matter however, as it seems one of the catwalks between your side and the office's side, is missing, with nothing but empty air between the two sides of the building.

If you were to approach the catwalk's edge, you would notice a locked box, cemented into the ground. The other edge of the catwalk is ten feet from you. You could probably make it if you jumped.

~

Sky seems to be standing at the beginning of the catwalk upstairs.

Percival seems to be standing beside the open warehouse door.

Huval seems to be standing beside the dead body.

Devith seems to be standing beside the ladder.

Murak seems to be standing between the ladder and the dead body.

Chiyeni seems to be standing beside the bound strangers.

The time reads 7:36.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni sighs, consigned to guard duty as her companions got the more interesting tasks of exploring the house. It wasn't even as good as watching the herds at night--not a star could be seen, indoors as they were.

"Anything up there?" She calls to Sky.

After a brief period of swelling boredom, she kneels by her charges, searching each of them.

I assume they've been dispossessed of their weapons, but if not, she'll do that as she frisks them.

[razorback]

Huval looks up at Murak and ask What do you think we should do with these two? sensing the strong character of the man.

[Virtue]

Ellisande

OOC: Chiyeni seems to be the first person to search the strangers. With the stranger still unconscious a quick search reveals the dagger from before, with a rather twisted blade. On his left hand is a gold ring, enscribed with a double M. In his jacket pocket, is a folded letter. In his side satchel is a spellbook and a hefty coin purse. The female elf is still conscouis but remains silent, her eyes closed. The bow had apparently been left in the alley. A search of her slender body :smallamused: reveals a half full quiver across her back, a small coin purse in a satchel, and an unimpressive short sword at her hilt.

[Burnheart]

"I'm not sure" he replies honestly "If the guards here truely are as bad as we've heard handing these two to them would be foolish" Murak pauses for breath at this point before continuing "We don't have the capacity to keep them as our prisoners for long and killing them is out of the question" when Murak talks of not killing them his voice is firm and authoritative while determination fills his eyes, it is clear he could never be swayed on that point "Do we even know if these two are truely wicked?"

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky makes a search of the upper catwalk, folding his arms in thought at the 10-foot gap separating him from the office. "No, thank you," he decides. Daring leaps and precarious balancing acts do not appeal overly much to this elf, at least not in the absence of some pretty convincing reason to make them. On the other hand, the locked box is tempting, and he kneels to inspect it, keeping an eye out for traps. Chiyeni's query from below is responded to with a request for patience.

Spending a couple of minutes to take 20 on this search check, if that's permitted.

[Daftendirekt]

Hearing little from within the warehouse, Percival pokes his head in and looks around.

"Just how long, exactly, are we intending to spend investigating this place before heading to our appointment? Time is running short, after all."

[Burnheart]

"Actually there are still many hours left before we need to leave" Murak replies when Percival sticks his head in "So there is no need to rush"

[razorback]

Still, he interupts Murak and Percival if these two commited murder, we need to make sure that the crime is paid for. Do either of you know of anyone here that may be of help?

[Burnheart]

"I'm sorry but i don't" Murak replies with a shake of his head "I've not been in this town long"

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

As a newcomer to the city herself, Chiyeni had little to add to the discussion of Ameura's judicial structure. She relieves the two captives of their armaments, setting them on a nearby box. She examines the ring, and then unfolds the letter, struggling through it with her limited literary skill.

"Percival, this fellow has a spellbook. Would it tell us anything of him?"

[Daftendirekt]

Upon hearing the word 'spellbook', Percival runs into the warehouse as fast as his short legs will take him, and holds out his hands to Chiyeni, eyes shining in anticipation.

"It most certainly will!" he pipes.

[Virtue]

Chiyeni withdraws the twisted dagger, and other items placing them in her possessions. She attempts to read the letter, with is in scrawled common. Her limited literacy does not aid matters however, and unless someone else reads it, she would only get bits and prices of the following letter.


V,

As per our previous discussion, final payment will be delivered after midnight. Ignore the guards, they won't cause any trouble. We have taken care of that tonight. Leave the body in the cellar. Do not damage it. Do not be seen.

- D

Percival examines the spellbook. It is an odd one, rather old, made of a sandy leather hide. Though the spells inside are encrypted, there aren't very many of them. Within the spellbook however, as a sort of bookmark, is a silver necklace with the symbol of a cork, inside of a moon.

[Daftendirekt]

Frowning in thought as he examines the unfamiliar writings, Percival slips the pendant idly into one of the various pockets in his violet robes. After a minute of studying the book, he closes it, rubbing his hand excitedly over the cover for a moment before slipping it into his bag.

"It will take a while to learn the spells, but as for the pendant, I don't recognize it at all. We'll see if any of the others do."

Knowledge check to know what it is?

Arcana: [roll0]
History/Planes/Nature [roll1]

[Virtue]

As Percival examines the pendant, none of the knowledge checks he made would reveal the origin of the necklace.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni waves the dwarf over--he seemed the most worldly of the band. And besides, he was closest. "What do you make of this letter? I think it's about the dead girl. And it's from this 'D' fellow."

[Burnheart]

"What does that say?" Murak asks pointing to the letter "I can't read so if someone would be kind enough to read it out for me i'd be grateful"

[razorback]

Huval comes to the body and letter at Chiyeni's urging, takes a moment to read the letter and then reads it again, out load, his face growing red at what the others surmise is anger.


It do seem... an odd coincidence that we are to meet at House Devian at midnight and these fiends do seem to be meeting with someone named 'D' after midnight. Someone with guards. Someone with guards that expect this group to show up with a body and turn a blind eye to what is going on. It seems dark deeds are afoot in Ameura. While I do no expect all you to follow this through, my conscious will not allow me to let this sit. And it do seem like some powerful member of this community be involved.

He looks at his newfound companions, trying to gauge their reactions.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni is glad for Murak's request. The verbal reading helps, clarifying the message and cementing it, like the words to some story. It doesn't say the girl's death was intentional, but it's certainly suspicious, with the body-moving and secrecy. And her own thoughts begin to whir.

"Dagmar? Davar? Dormig? Lots of names begin with D. My own father was a Dathmig." Chiyeni assumed that this was true everywhere, not just in her tribe. "It might not be this Devian fellow."

She pauses a moment. "But that don't really matter, does it? There is something suspicious going on, and somebody should do something." In another tone, that might've been an attempt to assign someone else the duty, but Chiyeni could see that fate had picked this dwarf Huval--and herself--for the task.

"After all, the guards aren't going to do it. At least not tonight."

[Burnheart]

"Then it falls on us to take action" Murak declares resolutely "Where do we start?"

[Virtue]

As the group stands around two tied up bodies, and a dead girl, a distant chill passes through the warehouse, as the night outside continues on towards midnight. Several open windows at the roof, let in the pale moonlight, as specks of white, begin to drift down to the floor. Outside, it seems it is beginning to snow. Although, it is only beginning to drift lazily towards flurries, who knows what the night will bring to the town of Ameura.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Following Sky up the ladder was proving more problematic to Devith than he had assumed it would be. And then the addition of a jump. Being beyond Devith's skill in the physical world, he decides upon a better part of valor and returns to the ground floor, and begins examining the body with more mundane skills. Mostly musing to himself during the examination, Devith cuts in with "Could just be really bad code for "Dragon", too..."


[roll0] Heal Check for lack of anything better to roll.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky returns from upstairs after finishing his search, just in time to catch the tail end of the letter. "I couldn't get to the office, but there's a chest up there that seems to be magically locked," he reports. "Ah, by the way..." He produces the girl's magical ring, still glowing with a faint blue aura. "This was on the victim. It seems to be divine magic, but I couldn't tell anything further. Anyone else care to have a look at it?"

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"Can't get into the office? Is there something in there we want? The body was supposed to go downstairs, after all..." Chiyeni would happily jump the gap in the catwalks, if there was anything across the gap worth looking for. And, given her companions' searches, looking everywhere in the building was more or less normal in these civilized parts.

[Adamant Sunrise]

"You were here when we talked about this," reminds the elf. "Some of us thought it wise to search upstairs first, so I did." Not that those whose idea it was had accompanied him in the task. "So what now, friends?"

[Daftendirekt]

Percival walks over and plucks the ring out of Sky's hand, and begins rummaging around in his satchel again. Pulling out a scroll, he unfurls it on the ground and places the ring upon it, speaking arcane words and running his hands over the scroll. The runes written upon the scroll glow brightly for a moment, and then the whole piece of paper disintegrates, flowing into the ring in a glowing line until the ring sits upon the cold stone floor.

Going to use one of my scrolls of Identify on the ring.

[Virtue]

The ring glows a faint blue, as a script brushes over the inside of the ring.

To my Dearest Sister Lanaie, may you stay warm forever in the light of faith.

Through the magic of arcane identification, Percival taps into the blue threads surrounding the magic of the ring. The strings of blue magic flow with divine magic. Deeper into the strings, you can sense that it is faint with abjuration magic. Deeper still, it hums with energy of protection, that although faint, flow easily through the blue ring.

[razorback]

Huval stands there, an inscrutable look on his face. As quickly as his mind can process the information, he thinks about what the implications of what his is thinking.
I do think that there be two Girk that we can slay with one stone. Guard do be expecting a neanderthal and friends to be bringing a body. We are going to House Devian. And, if my guess do be correct, after their recruitment meeting, someone plans to do something with that girls body.
He pauses, looking at his new companions
Fate, it seems, do be smiling on us to put us in a position to bring justice to this girl.

[Burnheart]

"Fate is rarely so kind i have found Huval" Murak replies solemnly "but i agree with you" he adds with a smile "We shall seek justice for this girl and let those who would stand in our path tremble" he continues with a voice brimming with righteousness.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky kneels to watch the wizard work, smiling at the display of magic. "Nice work," he remarks. "Can you identify the spell?"

He nods in agreement with the dwarf's plan, casting a glance back to the basement still waiting to be investigated.

[razorback]

You do be intrigued, do you not?
Picking himself, he draws out his mace and hefts his waraxe and starts to walk towards the basement.
Coming, lass? he says with an arched brow.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

The girl doesn't need a second invitation, even if she'd been thinking of going up rather than down just a moment ago. "Let's see what we can find. These two aren't getting loose, after all."

[Adamant Sunrise]

"On that note, one of us ought to stay here just to make sure. Any volunteers?"

[Daftendirekt]

"Yes, the ring has a minor enchantment of protection upon it. I do not need it myself, as I am not one to wade into the thick of any danger I might encounter. I leave it up to the rest of you to decide who will get to wear it."

Percival holds out his hand, the faintly glowing ring lying in his palm.

"Also, I will stand guard. I've been doing it already anyway..."

[Virtue]

As you descend down the stairs leading to the basement, the temperature drops steadily. It is not long before you are in complete darkness, the last light from the door, and the sparsely lit warehouse, only illuminating part of the stairway.

It is much colder down here, colder than the outside of Ameura. Reasoning would be that the basement may be treated as a freezer, powered by magic, to keep meat preserved. There are no torches lit down here, you may need an alternative source of light, to see down here.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Choosing to stay with Percival, the captives, and the body, Devith assumes a seated position. "Percival, was it? What brings you to the area? If you're willing to volunteer that information, anyway. You seem rather...out of your element." Attempting a sincere friendly sort of smile, the awkward elf fidgets nervously.

[Daftendirekt]

Percival sits facing Devith, smoothing his heavy purple robes and straightening his tall hat.

"Yes, Percival Victor Xavier Tilley Mansfield the thirteenth. I am a scholar and a researcher seeking inspiration for my book. I wandered the south for a while with little result, so I figured I'd head north. Perhaps you've heard of my first publication? Magic, Illusion, and the Malleability of Reality. It's very popular in some circles," he finishes with a touch of pride in his voice.

"And yourself? Why are you here in the snowy north?"

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni squints into the dark. "I hear dwarves can see in the darkest night, but without the stars down here, I see little. Let me get my eternal torch." She returns to her pack reindeer, tethered by the gate, and retrieves an Everburning torch to light their way downward.

OOC, and from a base tactical perspective: Supposing that a martial character will need it most, should the ring go to a melee character? With a present AC of just 13, perhaps Murak would be best?

[Burnheart]

"Ah reminds me of home" Murak says when he gets down into the freezer/basement "Too dark though, lucky Chiyeni has a light" he continues while waiting for her to return with the torch.

[razorback]

Huvals vision begins to pick out the underground passage in tones of black and white when Chiyeni brings out her torch. <I should have said something, may have lost a tactical advantage>
Looking around, he prepares for the unexpected.

[Adamant Sunrise]

"Wear it?" The young elf looks aghast. "Percival, this ring belonged to that poor human. We're not going to keep it just because we found it on her corpse. Although..." He casts a glance to the basement, where the others are already groping in the dark, then sighs. "I guess, if it'll help us return it to its rightful owner, one of us should wear it for now. Thanks, Percival. Be careful."

He rejoins the others, holding the ring out to Murak. "You seem like an honorable type. Would you like to return this to the victim's family?"

[Burnheart]

Looking down on the ring taken from the dead girls body Murak frowns briefly before looking up and meeting Skys eyes "I swear that i shall return this ring to its rightful owners with Aengrist's blessing" he solemnly declares before taking the ring and placing it within his belt pouch.

[Adamant Sunrise]

"I thought as much. But the ring contains a minor spell of protection, and I'm sure the victim would want one of us to wear it for now. You seem to be a much better choice than I am." Although he might be able to get along with them fairly well, he has never felt at home with humans and is oblivious to many of their customs. He would not want the task of looking after, and returning, the ring, to fall to him.

[Burnheart]

"Truly? Hmm" Murak says when Sky mentions the protective enchantment, he then pulls out the ring and balances between his hands as he falls to his knees on the icy ground and bows his head in pray "Aengrist, iron knight whos blade cleaves the darkness and brings light, is it right for me to wear this ring, claimed from those who took the life of a young woman while i serve my vow to return it to her family? Fallen spirit would i have your blessing to use the rings power to protect me while i seek justice for your unjust death?"

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Nodding solemnly at Percival's history, Devith's smile weakens a little. "Sadly, friend, in all of the books I've read, I have yet to come across yours. Arcane arts were never my specialty; however, I do believe I would enjoy reading your tome. As for what brings me here, I have lived here my entire life, raised in the church and sent out on a holy quest to understand and perhaps bring enlightenment."

[Virtue]

-When- a light source is produced.


The metal steps seem steep, and descend down into the cold darkness. On either side of the steps are empty hooded lanterns, unlit. As you step to the final basement floor, you can see the chill of your breath. For those of you who have thrived in the Frostfell, this is not much colder than the wastes, but for those who are still new to this climate, it is indeed a chilly foreshadowing of what is to come. In the dim illumination brought forward by the 'torch?', your group can see hanging meat, on hooks. The meat itself however is already primed and salted, awaiting packing. There seems to be various doors built into the walls, that look to be locked freezers. There is nothing much else of note, except a large metal table in the middle of the basement space.

The table is of a blueish hued metal, and freezing to the touch. Anyone who would touch the metal with their bare hands would take 1d4 points of Frostburn damage. On the table are a pair of steel shackles, and a sealed envelope.

Murak
You feel as if your words have transcended beyond your recognition, as a warm feeling passes through your spirit. It seems as if you have been answered, as your diety understands the cause for your request. A tranquil calm passes through your body, the same feeling that a cleric might feel, when they request divine power from their diety.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni brandishes her Everburing Torch, and several of the band proceed down the stairs. She skims the room and shivers--though not so much the cold as the room's accouterments. "Shackles and hanging meat? Do we even want to know what sort of beings were butchered down here?" She takes a deep breath. "You want to tell us what's in the envelope, Huval? It helped so much to hear the letter above."

[Burnheart]

A great big beaming smile breaks out across Muraks face as he feels his god answer his pray "Thank you Aengrist, thank you fallen spirit" he says before getting up off his knees and slipping the ring on to his finger.

"That table, what is it made of?" he muses quietly "I would guess its where the boby was meant to be placed, but then why the shackles?"

[razorback]

As Huval walks down the staircase, he pauses at near the bottom to looks for any footprints or markers that may be of use.


Search to find tracks:
[roll0]


After spending a few moments looking, he moves to the table and retrieves the envelope, taking a look on the outside to see if there was any writing before opening it to see what it contains.

[Virtue]

Although, it is hard to tell, it seems that there are footprints in the dust on the chilled basement floor. It would seem they were made by someone with a heavy stride, but not much more could be said about them.

The envelope is bare. The letter inside simply reads.


There has arisen an unforeseen circumstance. Leave the female here. Return to this warehouse short after the eve of midnight. Payment will be delivered upon my master's arrival therewith.

- T.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni listens quietly to Huval's reading, then murmurs, "A 'T' this time. Not that that tells us much."

As the others discuss the note, she rattles the locked locker doors, peeking in through the cracks.

[razorback]

Lass, let's take a quick look around to see if anything else but beware touching anything, as the cold here will take your skin off if you do not be careful

[Burnheart]

"The cold does not worry me" Murak says "Now do you want me to open any of these doors?" he continues striding forward.

[razorback]

Huval goes to assist Murak in opening the doors, impressed at his ability to deal with the cold.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky-at-Dawn studies the horrors of the room in silence, his pupils narrowing to slits in the torchlight.

[razorback]

Huval looks up at Murak and, with hands gloved, begins to open the first door on the left.

[Burnheart]

Murak follows Huvals example and starts opening the second door on the left.

[Virtue]

I did say they were locked doors in the basement. I *really* hope everyone hasn't been waiting on me, for some re-explanation of this. I'll tell you what's inside of them regardless. Frozen meat. Not every door has treasures untold, especially in some random warehouse. The table is essentially a place where you place meat, to be prepared to flash freeze. In this magical setting, the table itself is doing the freezing. The shackles aren't actually part of the table, and are just resting beside the envelope.

[Daftendirekt]

Percival hums to himself a while, content to sit with Devith and wait. However, after a few minutes he grows restless and takes out the newly acquired spellbook and starts figuring out the unfamiliar formulas. Having not prepared the appropriate cantrip to instantly read it, he focuses on working it out mentally.

Spellcraft Check to decipher the first spell in the book? I know it takes a full day to actually put it in mine. He's just trying to figure it out at this point. DC 20 + spell level.

[roll0]

[razorback]

Huval struggles with the locked door, trying for a moment before stopping.

It do not seem right to break these doors on the suspicion that a crime has been committed here. Do any of you have any ideas?

[Burnheart]

"No" Murak replies while also considering a locked door "Perhaps we should return to the others upstairs?" he continues looking at each of the others in turn "I'll just get those too" he adds pointing to the shackles and walking over to pick them up.

[Virtue]

The group wanders back upstairs. The female body is where they left it, the two strangers tied up tightly together. Both seem conscouis now. The elf looks sullen and remains silent. As does the stranger, but his eyes watch and glare at your party. The snow seems to increase, and is creating a fine carpet on the ground, still thin and fresh white. The moon continues to meander slowly across the sky.

OOC : I hope I didn't offend anyone, and I didn't mean to make that last OOC sound harsh or anything. Really. Daften - will PM spell after work.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"Well, less there than I expected," opines the girl quietly, secretly a bit unnerved by the thought of the non-animal butchery that must've gone on in the basement. "Shall we drop these two off with the guard? They don't seem inclined to tell us much more, and we've a few minutes before our next meeting." She isn't sure if that engagement is still at Devian's manor, or if they'll try to ambush 'D' here, but the statement would be true either way.

OOC: I'm not offended, but I will note that OF COURSE we'll wonder what's in the lockers; they're not only locked, they're in a room that appears to be a torture chamber/cannibal's hideout. A side of meat may just be a side of meat, but we don't know that!

[Adamant Sunrise]

The elf exhales softly in thought, his breath visible in the chill air. "That'd be dangerous. We have no idea which of the guards are sympathetic to them. And we have no evidence. They could kill us on sight." He casts his gaze out into the street, watching the dark skyline of the town. "You know, I thought it was a little strange that the guard tower's lights were out, when I arrived at the tavern." His eyes swivel down to the female elf tied up on the floor. "I don't suppose you want to let us in on what all this is about, do you? Come on, kinsman, we're going to find out anyway. Why throw yourself in with this bunch?"

Diplomacy: [roll0]

[Virtue]

The female elf's features soften, and she looks nervously at the stranger she's tied up with. She appears as if she's about to speak, but the man elbows her hard. She cringes and remains silent, looking down at the cold ground.

The man looks up at you, and glares.

"Oye, you be wastin' aur time 'ere. Ya t'ink tis well hol' us? Blimey. Blimey! Who da 'ell do yew fnk yew are. This is me town. Nuff said, yeah?

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky-at-Dawn settles down into a crouch in front of the prisoner, soft elvish boots making scarcely a sound on the icy floor. "To be frank, I can only understand about half of what you're saying. But a man ought to know when he's beaten. You're tied up on the floor, and my friends are likely to kill you for your part in this crime." He looks again to the elf. "You were saying?"

[Virtue]

The man appears to be a bit taken aback when Sky mentions he can't understand him. It shuts him up for a minute, but his glare remains. It's likely h had heard that statement before, and it seemed to hit a sore spot with him.

The elf shrinks from the Sky's gaze, hesitantly glancing back at the man again. She seems as if she is about to speak, but instead remains silent, wiggling a bit in the rope that binds her to the strange man.

[Daftendirekt]

Satisfied over his first translation, Percival shuts the worn, patchworked book and slips it into his satchel, getting to his feet and brushing off the back of his robes. He listens idly as the others threaten the prisoners, smiling to himself at the comment about the man being hard to understand.

"Your clandestine dealings have put something of a damper on what was otherwise a pleasant evening of intrigue and companionship," Percival interjects. "We will most likely be forced to prevent you from further causing harm to either our persons or any residents of this charming town. However, as we cannot trust the guard, we are at an impasse as to how to do that. Suggestions, anybody?"

[razorback]

Maybe best to leave them here with a note saying they confessed. Whoever did this would not look upon these two under favorable light considering they were caught by an outside force. They might protest, but the just desserts they receive by whatever cannibalistic creature they are beholden to would probably fit their crime
Huval explained, careful not to look in the two captives direction.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Huval's suggestion meets Chiyeni's sense of justice just as well as leaving them for the guard. "Fitting enough. And what of their victim? Is their a boneyard nearby?" She suspected that her own tribe's tradition--leaving them for the wolves to consume--was not the custom in more settled parts. "That would preserve her until her family finds her wouldn't it? And the guard won't stop us on the way, thanks to 'D'." She spares a glance and a slight smile for the two captives.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith stares rather increduously at his companions for a moment before a brief glimmer of anger quickly passes over his visage. Visibly collecting himself, he calmly states, "Was that not, for the most part, the suggestion I had brought to the table only a short while ago, which was then promptly turned down? Regardless, if that is the consensus, we should make haste in dealing with the matter."

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky straightens up, nodding sadly. "Seems like the only thing we can do."

[razorback]

Huval holds his hand out.
Peace. Offense was not meant. Caution, in dire times, is what seemed the best solution.

[Virtue]

The snow continues to fall gently upon the roof of the warehouse. Through the windows, the waning light of the moon above shifts down illuminating patches of the warehouse, the snow filtering in, leaving a shallow snowfall upon those inside. Your group stands by the entrance now, the door open to the alley. The two strangers bound nearby, the dead female in repose where she lay.

As the moments drift by, a chilly whiny passes from outside, flickering the torch in Cheyani's hands for the briefest of seconds.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Shaking his head slowly and staring at the floor for a moment, Devith returns his gaze to Huval, an apologetic look upon his face. "Forgive me. I did not mean to be so rash. I am feeling the pressure of this building and that of our impending meeting. I chose my words poorly." Devith begins making his way outside, expectinghis companions to follow.

[Burnheart]

"Lets take all of them to a temple" Murak suddenly declares "The gods can decide their fate" he points to the prisoners "and the priests can give her the proper ceremonies to let her spirit rest peacefully" he adds pointing to the dead girls body.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"If a temple is where the southlanders would take the dead, let us do so." She steps over, and with a wiry strength that belies her size, hefts the dead weight. Looking to the others, she relies on their knowledge of the area. "Lead the way."

OOC: By my estimate, that'll put Chiyeni at a Medium load if the girl is about 120 lbs, and Heavy if she's over. (I'm assuming that the body isn't 200 lbs, in which case help will be needed!)

Also, if anyone wants to do anything with the body-snatchers' personal effects, they're sitting atop a pile of boxes nearby.

[Virtue]

Chiyeni hefts the dead female over her shoulders. The dark bag, keeping her safe and out of the public eye. Murak and Huval attempt to handle the elf and stranger, but they seem overly resistant. Glaring, the would-be adventurers knock the two unconscious, and together manage to carry them slowly but surely after the others.

With Sky leading the way, and Percy and Devith bringing up the procession, it was an odd sight to see all six of them walking slowly through the cold night. There were even fewer people on the streets now, but the snow continued to fall. The lights in the guard tower remained dark, haunting. The only illumination from the street lanterns, and the distant glow from the tavern.

The group may find it odd to not be approached at all during their short expedition, only passing by an old woman mumbling to herself in the dark. Eventually the adventurers approach the steps of a massive temple courtyard. Bright lanterns hanging from every arch, and a massive statue of a handsome human, a beard on his rugged features. He wields a massive greatsword. A plaque below the state shows a symbol of a diamond with a snowflake inside of it and reads, 'Devoted Aengrist, protector of Ameura.'

The group pauses, humbled by the size of the statue before them. Beyond, the gates to the temple are open, and here and there a man or woman in a robe walks in and out, ignoring the cold of the night around them.

[Daftendirekt]

Percival looks curiously around at the town as they walk, noting interesting bits of architecture and the strange lack of any guardsmen. He looks with interest at the statue of Aengrist, and then walks up to stand next to the girl's body.

"...So. Should somebody say something?"

[Burnheart]

Murak falls to knees and bows his head in prayer at the base of the great statue of his god "Iron knight, protector of the weak and guide to those who would be strong, by your will let these two criminals be judged fairly and tried honourably" he intones, a look of peace falling across his face like a shroud as he stands and faces his companions "Come" he says turning and walking forward towards the temple gates.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Cheyeni looks up at the statue, respectfully but less reverently than Murak. She didn't know much of southland gods, but Aengrist seemed a fine choice, an ancestor who guarded his children in the tundra. Yes, he'd do a decent job of dealing with these three southlanders (well, two and a soul).

Feeling the dark weight of dealing with the crime dissipate, she steps after the neanderthal towards the temple proper.

[razorback]

Huval ponders Percivals words as he watches Murak's reaction to the statue.

Looking about the courtyard, he tries to determine what would be the entrance to the temple itself, probably the largest door.


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Whatever he pickes out as the largest door, he points to and says below.
If they are all the same, he picks the one in the center.



That be my guess
With that, he starts walking, listening to see if the rest of the group was following.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith follows the procession quietly, paying little attention to the statue of Aengrist, but otherwise attempting to appear reverent.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky watches, once again surprised by Murak's show of devotion. He follows the others in without comment, still unsure of what to make of the neanderthal but guessing that he is in some way affiliated with Aengrist's priesthood.

[Virtue]

The temple courtyard was shaped like a horseshoe. In the middle lies the statue of Aengrist. On either side of the building are small closed doors, wooden in nature. Each door between the architectural columns. Unlike many of the buildings in the area, this was designed to be majestic. Surely the gods deserved the best, did they not? Your party walks in tow with the bodies into the main chamber. It's warm inside, and brightly lit, with priests and clerics wandering around, despite the time of night.

A man, in a white robe, adorned with gold jewelry notices your party. His eyes flicker to the three bodies being brought in, and a sense of worry furrows in his brow. "Erm...welcome ..travelers. Welcome to the Temple of Dieties in Ameura. I am Cleric Drunthain. To your left, lies the chapels for the dieties Hleid and Ulutiu. To the right, hosts the chapels of Telchur and Vatun. And of course, straight lies the shrine to our beloved Aengrist." The man tugs nervously at his grey hair, as he glances over the odd assortment of characters.

"Was there...erm...was there something we can help you with?

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

The barbarian girl steps abreast the hulking Murak, the corpse still concealed on her shoulder. Naive and direct, she asks, "Where would you take the dead? What if they were murdered?"

[razorback]

Planting his feet about shoulder width apart, Huval intones respectfully
Priest, as lady do say, we have come to have last respects paid. These two he points to their two bound captives along with others who fled, we found with the body. Based on their rancor, we do believe that they had a hand in this. Perhaps the deceased is one of your congregation?

[Daftendirekt]

This whole time, Percival merely follows along, taking careful note of the proceedings. Things such as this had not happened to him before -- strange threatening folk, mysterious bodies -- and perhaps they'd provide him with the inspiration he needs to truly start writing his next thesis.

Quite interesting it was the range of activity that occurred outside of the university. The old gnome muses to himself that he should have started wandering like this years ago. It was so fascinating! While thinking all of this, he was looking around curiously at the highly decorated insides of the polytheistic church.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith continues to follow silently, head down and staring at the heels of his companions. Looking up momentarily, the elf is mildly shocked at the lack of a wing for Iborighu, though he attempts to show little reaction.

[Virtue]

"..what...murder?!" The man's voice raised in a sort of panic, as it echoed in the temple. Several of he other priests moved closer to listen in. "I..erm....yes, well, if someone has gone, we have the means to bring them back. Our..High Priest will not return until tomorrow though, but until then you can leave the body in our consecrated area."

The man collects his resolve and shakes his head. "Erm..I..we..are not...equipped to handle ..murderers?" He glances at the unconscious elf and man. "Perhaps the guards would be better equipped for such a thing. Could you please bring the body forward, and remove them from the bag?"

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni steps forward once more, and as gently as she can, she opens the bag and lays the body as the priest directs. "Perhaps you know her? She might be a resident here..."

[Burnheart]

"She was wearing this ring" Murak says softly taking the ring off and showing it to the priest "I swore an oath to Aengrist that i would return it to her family, you do you recognise it?"

[Virtue]

"Oh...oh..no. Erm..oh my...." The man seems generally startled and taken aback as Chiyeni lowers the body to the ground and opens the bag, revealing the beautiful young woman. "This is..."

The temple had slowly begun to get a bit more quiet, the general background murmuring in the distance silencing, as people came over to view the body.

"You...erm...you are not from Ameura are you.." the man seemed solemn as he looked over the assorted party. "No, it would seem not." Looking back at the body, the priest Drunthain, moved to the necklace around her neck, slowly withdrawing it. You could see that the girl was wearing the same diamond snowflake necklace that the cleric himself was; the symbol of Aengrist.

"That ring...yes...erm...I know of her. She is in training to be a cleric here, her name is Lanaie Greenhearth." The man pauses and sees whether her name brings up any recollection into the faces of the adventurers. "You all..you..erm...really aren't from here." Coughting politely, he continues in a morose voice. "She is the younger sister of Reisa Greenhearth, the erm..the current challenger for ...Ameuran mayorship.."

The cleric seems stone faced as he continued, to see if anyone recognizes her now. "Erm...this..this may have to wait until the morning. Perhaps...perhaps it is best, if you leave ...those two here with us, and we will guard them until the morning...if Lanaie was..erm...attacked randomly, than this would be a job for the guards...but..erm..if there was...." The cleric ends quietly for a moment.

One of the other higher clerics seemed to speak up and start getting all the gawkers to disperse. It didn't take very long, but in only a few minutes, the adventurers were left alone in the main chapel, with Drunthain, two other priests and the bodies. The chapel seems almost foreboding now.

"Well...erm...yes, I'm sorry. This doesn't seem to be quite your night, is it? But as adventurers, our church is grateful that you have shown diligence in returning this child to our flock." Motioning to the other priests, they move to cart the girl off to an area where her body will be preserved until it can be raised. "Those..erm..they are unconscious. Well, we have...a chapel, as long as they are tied up, we can...erm..perhaps place them in there for the being."

Drunthain coughs politely. Looking around a bit quietly, he continues with a darkened mood. "You..have done well by the town of Ameura this night, but I would say no more about this to anyone. If you see the priest at the front desk by the altar, he shall compensate your party for the good deed you have done tonight. The church thanks you." Sighing the cleric nods to you all, and reverently leaves the main floor.

If anyone ask the cleric questions as he leaves, he will refuse to go in any more detail. His solemn response will simply be "I am sorry. Thank you for returning this child to us, but there is simply nothing more you can do for this situation. Please. This is not of your concern."

After three attempts to garner information, the cleric would become visibly frustrated, and the collective disposition of the church will lower one level.


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[Burnheart]

"Wait" Murak says after the priest finishes speaking "I swore a sacred oath in Aengrists name to return that ring to its rightful owners, what claim does the church have to it?" he smiles apologetically "I mean no offense brother but as a paladin of Aengrist i would see my oath fulfilled and from where i stand it would seem the only way to do that would be for me to give the ring to her sister Reisa myself" he gives the priest a questioning look "Am i wrong?" he asks solemnly, as he takes matters of his faith quite seriously.

I'd like to point out at this stage that upon his back Murak carries a Masterwork Bastard sword and Masterwork Heavy shield, both of which are inscribed with the insignia of the Knights of the Iron Glacier. I'd think the priests of Aengrist would recognise them and react in some way.

[Virtue]

The priest pauses in his stride and turns back to the group.

"Oh...oh my..erm..yes. I apologize paladin, the..the girl has thrown my mind off of erm..track." The man chuckles nervously, until his face seems to grow cold as he realizes what you said.

"Erm...wait..you..you wish to take the ring to Reisa herself...you..are serious in this? No...I can tell that you are. An interesting situation as I cannot refuse such a noble quest from a paladin of Aengrist, yet..." Again he pauses to try to form out the right words. "But...well...it's.."

"I..suppose perhaps there..would be no ..erm..harm in...it. The lady Greenhearth would want to know what happened to her ...sister..but.." He seems torn between something he doesn't wish to elaborate upon, yet he continues. "Very well, paladin. Here is the ring again. You will find the Greenhearth home in the north district, to the west. It is the largest home, on the west side, near the mausoleums. You may inform the lady that her sister's body will remain safe in the church, until we can revive her. Erm....she will want to know more, no doubt. You may tell her that your suspects are here as well, but....erm...that they will not leave the premises until the guards can come and clear up this matter."

The man looks off to the side, and seems to mumble something under his breath, before shaking his head and turning to Murak. "Thank you for being the messenger in this, young paladin. I...erm...do not envy you in this task however... The lady Greenhearth ...erm...has a temper.."

[Daftendirekt]

As the group leaves the temple, Percival finally pipes in.

"Well that was certainly a strange encounter, wasn't it? Shifty fellow. There is definitely something strange going on in this town that he is reluctant to expound upon with 'outsiders' like us..."

And after that he falls silent again, except for occasionally humming a bit to himself now and again.

[razorback]

It do make me wonder. But, followers of Aengrist are honorable and just. Perhaps he feared a trap of some sort?

[Adamant Sunrise]

"Generalizations are often dangerous," cautions the elf, staring up at the statue. "Still, I'd be lyin' if I said I had the faintest idea." He casts a glance back down the street whence they came. "I'd wager someone's going to be at that warehouse after midnight, though. Might be worth it to find out who."

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

In hushed tones as the group departs, Chiyeni airs her suspicions. "A mayor is like a chief, is he not? I'd not want to speak ill of the chief, and perhaps the priest is no different. But if Reina Greenhearth is challenging him for the position..." She muses for a moment. "Though if there is a connection, why murder the younger sister, and not the challenger herself?"

As they walk, the girl looks up at the dark sky. "Would it be too late to call on Reina tonight? It is late, but it is dire news as well." North, a visitor would be a traveler regardless of news, welcomed at any hour, but perhaps things were different in the strange customs of the south. "Time grows short, but perhaps we can fit it in before midnight... whichever destination we choose at that hour."

[razorback]

Like you, the intrigues of city folk tends to elude me, they do. But, if the challenger were to die or disappear before an election, it was cast doubts upon the current mayor. This, it would seem, is a message instead. Perhaps Reina has more siblings, parents, or childern that she might be concerned about?
While stating this, the shadows darkened his visage, giving Huval a dark aspect even though the tone of his voice did not change.

[Burnheart]

"Do you truly think that could be why this poor girl died, as a warning to her sister?" Murak says in a sad voice "Is this what being civilized means?" he adds morosely while continuing to lead the way to Reisa Greenhearths manor.

[razorback]

It is my experience that civilization do be less than civilized.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Devith looks at Murak quizically, pondering his meanings. "Casting doubt on the opposition is a very loud pronouncement of intent. Suddenly, citizens would wonder how an elect could protect their best interests if the ruling figure cannot protect their own family, and even if the previous mayor was terrible for the town in the past, those things are forgotten. Through strength and no signs of weakness, grows power. Huval is correct. Civilization rarely means no civil." Devith shrugs, and returns to his thoughtful silence.

[Daftendirekt]

"Have we come to an accord on our course of action, then?" Percival queries, looking up at all the taller folk through his spectacles.

[Virtue]

The snow continues to fall, as the adventurer group takes to the main road, following the stone walk towards the north of Ameura. There are closed shops on either side, and here and there random citizens make their way throughout the town. Unlike the eastern area, by the tavern, the lights seem brighter here and more random people can be seen walking on the road.

To the south lies the open gate to the residential miner district. Following the road north, will be the closed gate to the wealthier district above. This gate, unlike the others, is more foreboding, dark and metal. As you walk towards the gate, you would be able to see the distant guard tower to the east, between your position and the tavern. When you get to the north gate, there is a small crowd of well armed individuals, confronting two guards.

[razorback]

Huval nods towards the rest of the group.
I think those are other applicants. Best if we move forward.


From OOC thread~


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[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"Huh." Chiyeni doesn't doubt the dwarf, but is surprised. "That's a bigger band than I'd have expected. Think Greenhearth will still be up after we cross?" It didn't matter; as the crowd evidenced, both their destinations were on the other side of that gate. With the dwarf, she continued closer to the portal.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Prefering to continue on in silence, Devith follows his newfound companions, presently letting them take the charge and initiative.

[Virtue]

Your group slows down as you approach the crowd. You can see that some of them look like adventurers, much like yourselves. All in all, there's about seven or so, arguing with two guards near the gate.

The guards themselves don't resemble the ones you've seen elsewhere. Their armor has an orange hue to it, and appears more rugged than that of the guards elsewhere in the city. As you approach you can hear both sides to the conversation.

"I'm sorry, but as we told you before, we're under direct orders to not let anything through int-"

"We heard your excuses, you can't keep us from going into the district! We outnumber you significantly, now let us in!" The most vocal of the crowd it seems, to be donned in a full plate armor, with a massive bastard sword at his hilt. the others around him, look equally armed, except for one young woman in robes. "We've got an important job waiting for us inside, so let us go in, you idiots!"

"Hey, now. There's no call for names. Wedge and I are only doing our jobs! Until one of the city guards come back out, and start letting people in, there's nothing we can do." The second guard seemed obviously exasperated, as he stood by his companion. "Like we told you all before, until the guards come back and tell us that the murder is cleared, they don't want anyone going into the district!"

"Aye, that's right, mate. No one but another guard or a detective or someone like that can go on in. So you can all go an'-"

"Just shut up. W'ell find a way into that district, even if we have to go the long way around. C'mon guys, we're leaving." the armored man grits his teeth and signals to those with him. After a bit of grumbling, he and six others leave the area. Only two other bystanders remain nearby, milling about the entrance, talking to each other in hushed voices.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni steps into the gap left by the band of men, adopting a slightly more congenial tone than the departing bravos. "You say there's been a murder? What happened? When?"

[Virtue]

"I'm sorry ma'am. That information is classified, on a need to know basis. We can't just tell anyone what's going on around here, can we?" The guard stands up straight against the gate and crosses his arms.

The other remains quiet for a moment, before turning to his companion."Not that we could really tell them anything anyway, seeing as we don't know."

"Biggs! We're not supposed to tell them that! Who's in charge here, us or them!"

"...us?"

"Of course. So no more talking to the locals. We're under orders, remember. We don't want another repeat of that White Pearl incident."
Both guards look to each other and frown, before going quiet.

The two guards seem to have said their say and remain silent now, guarding the closed, metallic gate into the northern third district. Meanwhile, snow continues to fall around the town, slowly creeping its way through accumulation.

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[razorback]

As the group walks towards the guards, he thinks tries to recall if he had ever heard of 'White Pearl'.

We have business with House Devian. Guards, have many come regarding the posting?

[Virtue]

The guard nearby gives your group a quick glance over, before responding.

"Sorry Sir, like we told the others, until the investigation is complete, most of the guards are tied up in the northern district. We are to keep watch and make sure no one gets through. That group what just left, was also asking about the Devian House, and I reckon there are a few groups already inside the gate. But until we get the all clear from the Chief, nobody can see the district, not nobody, not no how."

"Well, another guard of course, or a watch detective from the guild, I suppose."

"Well of course, one of those can go on in! I meant someone other than them, obviously! Like civilians and adventurers and whatnot."

"Oh, well ok, alright then. Sorry folks, the gates may be closed for at least another hour at maximum."

All you might recognize about the White Pearl, is that it was once the fastest ice rigging ship in the Frostfell. Nothing could match it for sheer speed through the frozen waters. Rumor has it that it was lost to pirates years ago.

[Daftendirekt]

The small, violet-robed gnome steps forth from amongst his companions, straightening his spectacles and planting his staff firmly before speaking. He has a kindly expression on his face, and smiles amiably at the two guards.

"It's late, and we've already had a long night. We have an engagement which we must pass through these gates to get to, and do not wish to insult our host by being late. So, if you'd be so kind as to let us through, we would humbly be in your debt, fine sirs."

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[Burnheart]

"So you say only those on offical watch business are to be let through good sirs?" Murak says striding over "Then perhaps you could give us directions to this guild you just mentioned?" he asks politly with a soft unthreatening smile.

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

The girl falls silent, listening to the two make their ruse. Or is it a ruse? They are, she realizes after a moment, on an official mission from the priests. Perhaps they aren't deceiving the guards at all. She lets them continue--and relaxes. After all, another hour at worst wasn't that much of a wait.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Tapping his foot impatiently, Devith crosses his arms and looks at the two guards condescendingly, though he remains silent. After all, guards just do what they're told, and one cannot fault another for doing their duty.

[Virtue]

"Well..."

"Well, what?"

"These guys aren't like the other ones. They're not mean or anything. Maybe we should just let them go. The Devian House isn't even in the same direc-"

"Oh come on, do you want to be transferred again! I'm tired of moving from city to city, just because we end up encountering every random adventurer party in the world. Let's just follow orders this time."

"That certainly sounds like a plan, if I've ever heard one."

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A female guard approaches the gate, and motions for the two others to open it. She is tall, with auburn hair and deep northern skin. She glances over your assembled group, before turning and whispering into Bigg's ear. His face pales a bit, and he takes Wedge by the arm, and they both run off towards the darkened guard tower. I overheard you were heading to the Devian House then? I heard that he was in need of adventurers. I would find it suspicious, due to the recent investigation in the district, but sadly, I'm not paid enough to speculate on such things. At any rate, we have done as much as we can do, and the mayor has authorized the district to be opened again." As the female guard says this, she frowns slightly.

"Just a reminder to all assembled, that this district operates more quietly than others. The noblemen...pay more for increased security, so take care about causing too much attention up there."

And with that the guard looks you all over again and leaves back towards the guard tower. Inside the gates, the district is lit up, more brightly than the one you're in. Going straight will lead to one of the primary roads. To the right, House Devian, to the left, House Greenhearth.

[Burnheart]

"A moment please milady" Murak asks as the female guard steps passed them "Are you aloud to tell us anything about the murder?"

[Virtue]

The female guard frowns, and shakes her head. "I'm afraid that all open investigations fall under Secruity Code 0121, and are subject to media and civilian silence. This is to ensure that witnesses and identities remain secret until a full investigation can be conducted to determine the who, what, when and why of the crime at hand. To that end, I hope you will respect the orders of the guards within the district in relation to any outstanding queries."

Criminal Justice Major.

[razorback]

Huval mumbles to Chiyeni
'Tis my experience that guard do usually have looser lips.
He nods his head towards House Devian as he waits for Murak to finish.

[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky seems taken aback by the guard's secrecy. "You're saying you can't even say who's been murdered? What about the victim's family? Surely they know."

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

Chiyeni nods to the dwarf in acknowledgment, but replies in a bare whisper, too low for the guards or Sky to hear. "Perhaps true, but they've as much as said that it's a Greenhearth thing with their direction comment, haven't they?" She listens carefully for the guard's response, but continues musing. "Though if we go in the Greenhearth direction now, will it throw suspicion on us?" She has faith in the dwarf's (and Murak's) judgment, but her lack of comfort in civilized parts disconcerts her.

[Burnheart]

"That is a commendable level of discipline" Murak replies with a note of respect in his voice before turning to the others "Do you wish to accompany me to the Lady Greenhearth now or would you prefer to head straight to Devian House?"

[razorback]

Muttering back to Chiyeni
I believe you do be right.

To Murak he says
I believe we do have time to go to see Lady Greenhearth. I am ok with this if no one objects.

[Ashen Star]

Devith Iceshard

Nodding to Huval, Devith acknowledges the idea, saying, If I am not mistaken, we do have some time before we must go to House Davian, and I for one would like some closure on the previous events."

[Ellisande]

Chiyeni of Anar

"I'm curious too," Chiyeni nods, honestly agreeing with the proposal. She follows along as the group proceeds.

[razorback]

As Huval follows the rest of Murak and the rest of the group, he intentionally lags behind, keeping an eye out to see if the guards or anyone else keep tabs on their progress.


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[Adamant Sunrise]

Sky gives his consent to the detour, keeping pace with the rest of the group.

[Burnheart]

Murak leads the others through the streets to the gates of the Greenheath manor "I wonder what the people think of this battle for control of the town" he muses while they walk.

[razorback]

The same they probably all do think: not much, I imagine. Townsfolk seem to be content to let others dictate their fate and let corruption run free.