Dyer's Absalom Beguiled IC

[DyerMaker]

Absalom Beguiled


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The powerful lords and factions of Absalom are all aware of the complex, interconnected nature of control within the city. Even though no nation is currently besieging Absalom, trade is good, money flows through the city’s coffers, and Lord Gyr holds enough power to guarantee no one openly opposes him, it should never be thought that Absalom is at peace, or even safe. There is an ever-raging conflict between the factions that wish to hold the influence to rule Absalom from behind the scenes. To control Absalom is to control the Inner Sea, and no nation on Golarion or organization within it is ignorant of that fact. Lord Gyr may rule, but his decisions are based on what he believes is necessary to protect the people and wealth of Absalom. If a faction can gain enough agents, spies, saboteurs, allies, and gold to shape what Lord Gyr believes is needful, then it, at least for a time, controls Absalom.

[DyerMaker]

18 Neth, 4716

Oberon: A gentle Fall wind blows through the Grand Bazaar as Oberon is approached by merchant barkers, one after another. The hundreds of stalls, canopies, pavilions, and stages are aligned in the best example of organized chaos in Absalom. Anything one could want, or almost, can be found here. It is late afternoon, a few hours from sunset and Oberon comes face-to-face with a familiar face. Dressed in white with a heavy fur pelt resting on his shoulder, the man recognizes Oberon from within the crowd. He speaks with an exuberance that is harmful to the ears; O B E R O N! how long has it been? The man is Tyson Morillo.

Maria: Business is slow for the Lions Pride on this Fall afternoon, which is not unusual for this time of day. Patrons are sure to flood in when the markets slow down and thirst grows among the populace. Some come for the revels and others come to forget the problems that plague them when the sun is up. Maria does have one patron, Scab — a half orc, stone mason who's been injured for more than a month. Scab will likely spend his last penny on honey mead, sitting at the same corner table. It would take an earthquake to wake the half orc as he currently slumbers. The tiny brass bell rings as the door opens to the tavern. A female half elf walks in and takes a seat at the bar. Her hair is raven-black and she wears light, leather armor with a rapier on her waist.

Father Roark: Leaves of red, brown, and yellow fall around Father Roark as he sits on the white stone steps leading into his church. A few residents are on the streets enjoying their afternoon. Most if any, do not acknowledge the priest of Sarenrae, instead moving forward pondering their own concerns. Absalom is not a city of pleasantries and polite exchange — nothing out of the ordinary. Father Roark notices a young, Varisian woman walking alone. She is wearing casual robes with no distinction and she does not appear to be armed. Once the woman is parallel with the steps of the church, Father Roark notices that she is clearing being followed by a couple of unkempt ruffians wearing the same black cloaks. One holds a dagger in his right hand.

Dyrianna: Why, thank you. a patron at the Tea House remarks as Dyrianna delivers her order. The lady is charming, elderly and likely a wealthy widow. She has been kind to Dyrianna during her serving with the two mostly discussing the nicer weather Absalom has experienced this week. Walking outside to the elevated patio of the Tea House, there is a new patron at one of Dyrianna's tables. Most of those that visit this sparse cafe would be considered regular customers. Even those that are not clearly look as though they belong in Green Ridge. This man is older, with long grey hair pulled into a ponytail. He has numerous tattoos and his clothes are well worn, tattered, and dirty. His face is wrinkled, stern, and bitter.

[DyerMaker]

18 Neth, 4716

Rufus: Sitting inside The Doxy Pub & Grub, Rufus has a view of some of the most vile citizens in all of Absalom. The Doxy is only second to The Grog Pit as the most infamous watering hole in the Docks. Sailors and dockmen flow in and out for the tavern's home-brewed spiced ale and perhaps one of Absalom's best dishes, Doxy's Fish & Chips. In fact, most will dare eat anything else served from this establishment since you never know who's working the kitchen on a given day. Two men approach the table where Rufus is seated. Both are similarly dressed in black leather with short swords, one with a pistol. One has a black beard with a prominent scar across his face. The other is a young man wearing a wide brimmed hat. Are you Rufus?, the young man asks, Sliver sent us.

Alice: Waiting for her next appointment, Alice stares out of her window to the Sourwood tree that dominates her view. The tree shines with hues of crimson and deep yellow as its wispy foliage dances in the wind. This day has seemed to drag on. Alice's first appointment was a no-show. A woman Alice had spoken to a week or so ago who's husband had vanished in Green Ridge was supposed to return for a follow up visit. Hopefully, she too had not disappeared. Time would tell. As Alice was about to call it a day and enjoy what remained of her afternoon, three knocks rapped on her door. Walking in her office was not her appointed guest but a tall, handsome youth in fine clothing. Hello, pardon any intrusion, my name is Leonel. My brother made this appointment under his name, Agudo.

Berengir Lok: The back streets of the Coins, just blocks from the Lion's Pride, isn't somewhere that any resident in Absalom would typically find themselves, morning or night. With a face like Berengir's and being a half orc, the wizard is not out of place. Orphans run these streets and many have formed gangs that rival the worst in Absalom. A cling, then a clang stops Berengir in his tracks as a few coins drop from his pockets. Perhaps its simply a hole that needs mending, but this brings some unwanted attention. Three youth ease from a nearby alley in front of Berengir. These young lads are armed with club, short spear, and hand axe. Their appearance is that of filth and poverty, typical for this area. The tallest kid steps up; You there, ya big ugly. Yeh, you. We'll be taking all ya silver weight and pennies.

Dr. Archibald Bishop: Archibald wakes as the scroungy-looking goblin, Foo rolls his boot back and forth on the Doctor's shoulder. Git up cha kraze wank! Yer inda skreet! As Archibald's eyes clear from the grey blur he realizes that Foo is correct. His pants are wet from having urinated in them. His socks and boots are wet from resting in the lowest part of the street. The taste in his mouth is foul and salty. There is a small wound on the back of his left hand from some type of sharp object. Not a single coin remains in his possession — thankfully he travels light. Then there's the dirt and fall leaves resting all upon him. Git up!, Foo exclaims again. In this moment, a member of the First Guard appears, strong and confident; What's happening here? Who are you and why are you in back of the Perfumer’s?

[DrK]

Rufus (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=999108)

Rufus looks up as the two men approach the table. His head was still throbbing from the night before and the rats piss ale in front of him was barely touched, so tender was his stomach. His hands however were as steady as they normally were despite the rumpled clothes, unshaven face and bleary eyes. His eyes dart around the Doxy looking for any more trouble as he considers his answer. He had been an associate of Sliver - there were no real friends in the street gangs - before he had gone sailing and had looked up his old colleague since he'd returned to the cess pit of a city. Looking up at the men he pushes out a chair for the bearded one. "I might be, depends. What does he want with me?"


Hp 11/11
AC 17 (flat 13 touch 14)
Saves +3/6/2
Perception +6

[Hella Lugosi]

Father Roark

Roark grits his teeth as he spots the cloaked figures, and begins formulating his plan. He has watched enough thugs stalk the innocent to know what they were doing, and knew what would happen were he not to intervene. If he were to stop their pursuit, with any luck he would never see either them or the woman again, and no more would come of it. But he knows that things are rarely so simple in Absalom. And to put a stop to them, he has to look the part.

Ensuring the figures aren't looking at him, he brushes his hair frantically with his bare hands, causing his neat grey hair to turn wild and dishevelled. In an instant he steps into the path of the two ruffians, arms outstretched in overeager greeting, a battered copy of The Birth of Light and Truth in one hand. “GENTLEMEN! The Dawnflower blesses us all with this fine day!” He projects his voice with the force of a fire-and-brimstone preacher, hoping not only to startle them and stall their progress, but also alert the woman to his - and their - presence. “The doors to her church are always open to friends and strangers alike!”

Hp 13/13
AC 14 (flat 14 touch 10)
Saves +4/0/6
Perception +5

I'm not sure what kind of skill check this would take (bluff?), but let me know what I need to roll

[crowe]

Berengir Lok

Berengir trudged into the alley, thinking about her again. That face, her smell, the smile that could take him away for a day. Damn he missed her. Instead, he got a dark alley, the smell of rotted garbage, and a rainy drizzle. Just as it should be, he thought, when he heard it, the cling, and then the clang, the coin rolling slowly into the muck, that old deja vu, just as he had been dreamin', for the last three nights. That was the problem with being a diviner, you knew the suck was comin', and you knew you couldn't do much about it. Still, Berengir smiled as he looked up at the three expected faces. He gave them his best toothy grin, fangs and tusks and all. Halfways, he hoped they'd beat the snot out of him, maybe then he could stop thinking about her. Maybe it would feel good to lay in the trash and rain and bleed a while, not thinking about nothing but the new pain. Maybe not.
Berengir took out one of his smokes, hand rolled in scrollpaper, and lit it, with his thumb

You boys best scram, it's a school night.


Used spark to light the butt.
Intimidate: [roll0]
Knowledge (Local) to identify the boys gang/whose turf this is? [roll1]

Berengir Lok
Wiz1 (Diviner)
AC: 14
Init: +3
HP: 8/8
Move Action: 5 foot step back
Standard Action: Light a smoke with style
Free: Intimidate punks and discern their origins
Spells:
0: Spark, Detect Magic, Ray of Frost
1: Heightened Awareness, Colorspray, Sleep
Effects: None (Smokin)

[Blinkbear]

Alice, 18 Neth, 4716



Waiting for her next appointment, Alice stares out of her window to the Sourwood tree that dominates her view. The tree shines with hues of crimson and deep yellow as its wispy foliage dances in the wind. This day has seemed to drag on. Alice's first appointment was a no-show. A woman Alice had spoken to a week or so ago who's husband had vanished in Green Ridge was supposed to return for a follow up visit. Hopefully, she too had not disappeared. Time would tell. As Alice was about to call it a day and enjoy what remained of her afternoon, three knocks rapped on her door. Walking in her office was not her appointed guest but a tall, handsome youth in fine clothing. Hello, pardon any intrusion, my name is Leonel. My brother made this appointment under his name, Agudo.


If the fact that the man (?) at the door is not her appointed guest irritates her, she doesn't show that. If her client required that degree of secrecy, so be it. She quickly closes the door behind the man, pointing at a large wooden wardrobe next to it. "I am Alice, it is nice to meet you, Sir. Please, take a seat over there." She points through a door to a group of two chairs that stand in front of a big desk in the presumably biggest room of the house. Behind the desk is another chair with its back to the wall, presumably the one she usually takes a seat in. "May I offer you something to drink? Water? Applejack?" The furniture in this room is mostly spartan; a few closed sideboards here and there with oil lamps on them. The desk features only a small stack of parchments, a vial of ink and a pen, a simple oil lamp, and a jar with fortune cookies. There are few windows in the wall, with very simple drapes. All in all, it becomes apparent that Alice tries to keep the living-room-turned-office to look professional and welcoming, and should she be rich (what she isn't), she's well at hiding it. Her clothes tell a similar story: Unostentatious, dark, not made for fancy places but not the clothes of a beggar -- they fit her well but are also not overly revealing. Besides the entry from the hall, the office has a closed door leading to some other room. From the hall, there was another closed door, presumably leading to the kitchen - a fact that will be verified should he answer the offer for a drink with yes.

[Genth]

Dyrianna

Behind the mask, Dyrianna smiles at the older woman, placing both hands within her sleeves and bowing deeply. "You are welcome, Lady" she replies, the last word spoken in Tien. Leaving her to tea and tranquility, the woman glides towards the older man, her robes barely brushing against the floor as she navigates between the tables. She bows deeply as she arrives at the man's side. "Honored Guest, I shall be your server upon this day." she intones in Tien before switching to Taldane. "Good day, Sir. What may I get you? I can recommend the red lemon today, as our Tea Brewer has just got in a fresh box of the fruit."

HP 12
AC 12, Touch 12, FF 10
Saves 4/4/0
Perception +4

[grifter730]

Oberon

Oberon had always enjoyed autumn, and the gentle breeze whispered a promising day. Tuning out the merchant barkers, disregarding the stench of the market, and seeing only the beauty of the place (and potential danger) felt as natural as breathing. Yet, Oberon's mind never lapsed into daydream, and the moment his name was called, his impassive face turned towards the voice.

A genuine smile spread across his face as the sight matched the sound, and Tyson Morillo appeared. "As I live and breathe. Dear Tyson Morillo, how fares you? It has been too long." Oberon spreads out his arms for an embrace.

[DyerMaker]

Rufus: The bearded man sits down as Rufus pushes the chair out for him. I'm Cole. He points to the younger man still standing; that's Pike. Cole pulls a piece of parchment from his coat pocket and pushes it across the table to you. Sliver has a job for you if you're interested; says he's glad you're back. See ya 'round. Cole stands to leave with Pike. (on the parchment is an address in The Puddles; 29 Canal St.)

Father Roark: As Roark intersects the two ruffians, the one closest to him extends his arms and faces the priest. Slow down there father. You know what you can do with your Dawnflower! (attempt by the thug to Intimidate Roark, [roll0] ). The second thug continues after the girl, moving slightly faster than his previous pace.

Berengir: As Berengir speaks to the young thugs, "You boys best scram, it's a school night." They are unmoving, now blocking his passage forward. Berengir is familiar with the orphans in this area and knows their gang to be The Penny Boys, a rather vicious group led by an orphan half-elf named Rabbit. A few more steps in their direction and melee is certain to ensue. So, big ugly, what's it gonna be?

Alice: The handsome young man, Leonel, respectfully declines Alice's offer for a beverage; No thank you, but please, sorry for any confusion. I asked my brother to help with this connection for reasons of discretion. Leonel seems confident, yet upset in demeanor. You see, my girlfriend, Bella, has been missing for four days. This is very out of character for her. I was wondering if you might look into this, find her for me, you know, as a professional.

Dyrianna: Peering back at Dyrianna, the man's face and emotion is unchanging, stern as he answers; Whatever you recommend. When Dyrianna returns with the tea, the man accepts the cup and looks up at the masked server. You are known to me child, your true nature, your thoughts and will. What is it you want from this life? Can you answer this?

Oberon: Tyson dismisses his entourage for the moment. After a few moments of small talk; You know, everything that happened with you, it was a raw deal. I know you were innocent. So, what's prison like? What have you been doing all this time? What brings you back?

[DrK]

Rufus (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=999108)

Rufus looks at the bit of paper casually and drinks heavily once more. As Pike and Cole stand up to leave he tips his hat slightly towards them. Hmm, he thinks, musing Me and Sliver were never that close. Better be a job and not some real bad news coming way." Drinking up he flicks a copper to one of the wenches, pulls his hat down low and drags the short cape around to cover the butt of the pistol before walking out into the stench and evening light of docks.

He looks towards the puddles, pausing before nodding in a determined manner and walking towards Canal Street. Every now and then he stops in front of stalls or market vendors, eyes alert should anyone be following him. At several points he pauses and darts down alleys between connecting streets. Slowly winding towards Canal street he watches the street carefully and the house carefully for a few minutes before striding up to the door, sounding more confident than he felt, his hand resting on the pistol at his hip and hoping to the various Gods that would listen that he wasn't walking into a trap....

"Pike and Cole said there was work.... I'm interested."


Perception if being followed [roll0]

Hp 11/11
AC 17 (flat 13 touch 14)
Saves +3/6/2
Perception +6

[Hella Lugosi]

Shaken, Roark lets the act drop. His arms drop to his side and his face falls to a blank mask as he tries to compose himself, his voice dropping to a stern murmur. In spite of his fear, he still has to do something. “Very well. But know she’s watching you all the same.” With that, he breaks away from the thug in front of him and begins to set off after the ruffian as he pursues the woman. As he does so he brushes his coat aside briefly, revealing the ceremonial scimitar hanging from his belt.

I'm assuming Roark is shaken at the moment.
Lore (The Coins) to try and figure out what part of town the woman seems to be heading towards (and if it's particularly seedy/dangerous or anything): [roll0]

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon clasps Tyson's shoulder, smiling at him. "Prison. Well, prison was... unexpected, and quite full of surprises. But let us go have a drink, you lead the way. You know the best places to go to, as usual. We can chat more there."

Oberon waits for Tyson to lead the way, but regardless, he'll continue talking. "I have been busy, my friend, quite busy. Of late, I've been... training people."

[Genth]

Dyrianna

The woman stops, stiffening for a moment as the man claims to know her, but she swiftly tries to cover her surprise, inclining her head and saying in Tien "I don't understand sir" before repeating in Taldane. "You must have me mistaken for someone else, honored guest, I am just your tea server" she replies, trying to keep the bite out of her voice.

Bluff roll: [roll0]

[Eldest]

Maria

Maria's eyes light up at the half-elf's arrival. Gods be, she was bored simply giving the man his mead. She smiles at the newcomer. Well hello there gorgeous. Ya here ta buy, sell, or just drink in wonderful company? Her tone makes it a light joke at Scab's expense, not that the man could hear her much as he'd been drinking. She brings up a wood mug and offers it to the other woman, one brow raised.

[crowe]

Berengir Lok
The young toughs looked unimpressed by Berengir's warning, and could he blame them? It sounded pretty corny to his ears too. You need to come up with better material, Ber, you can't even scare the kiddies nowadays. These little bastards probably ran with the Penny Boys, street urchins led by a half-leafeater named Rabbit.

"So, big ugly, what's it gonna be?", the leader demanded.

What's it going to be?, Berengir shot back, Kid, let's run through your options. I could blast you into goo or turn you into a syphilitic two-headed toad, but if you keep on pissing me off, I'm of half a mind to let you rob me...Of course, then I would have to let word get back to Rabbit that you took something from me, something good that he'd want that you wouldn't be able to cough up, good enough that the Rabbit might pinch a couple of Pennies flat for holding out on him. So, your options are I beat your ass, and then Rabbit beats your ass for being a weak syphilitic two-headed toad. You beat my ass, and then Rabbit beats your ass for being a bent Penny for holding out on him. Of course, you three might think you are in the running for bad ass of the year, and you MIGHT be thinking you can kill me....course I've the Wizard's Curse, you kill me, and you all die. Or...you can just turn around and walk away as you came, I'll let you, THIS time, cause I like you, I think you are a good penny, you got some brass to you, kid. Ain't nothing to it, and none the wiser, you tangled with a dark and dangerous wiz and lived to tell the tale, otherwise, all your options are bad kid, real bad. Take my two cents and turn around and keep walkin.

While Berengir is saying all of this, he slowly adopts Defensive Stance #1 as taught by the College of Mysteries and his hands loosen, ready to let fly Eldritch might.


Bluff to get the kids to see that crime against a Wizard does not pay. (using Inner Beauty)
Bluff: [roll0]

Berengir Lok
Wiz1 (Diviner)
AC: 14 (16 Fighting Defensively)
Init: +3
HP: 8/8
Move Action: 5 foot step back
Standard Action: Holding Ready Action To Cast Sleep
Free: Try to talk punks out of beating my ass
Spells:
0: Spark, Detect Magic, Ray of Frost
1: Heightened Awareness, Colorspray, Sleep
Effects: None (Smokin)

[DyerMaker]

18 Neth, 4716

Rufus: Rufus was careful, confident that he wasn't followed. One has to have a good reason to visit The Puddles, transitioning into this area below sea level, Rufus now strolls and darts through calf-deep water. It's slow, wet, and loaded with trash. Canal St. is no different. The street slopes downward, terminating into the Inner Sea. Reaching the appointed address, Rufus finds a townhouse that looks to have been abandoned many years ago. On a pitch of several degrees, Rufus ascends the stairs to knock on the door. He is soon greeted by what can only be described as a deformed, perhaps mutated half-elf with three arms, one eye that is twice the size of normal with the other side of his face melted and a right leg that is twice the size of his left. Rufus is startled but resolved, "Pike and Cole said there was work.... I'm interested." The half-elf only grunts and motions for Rufus to enter. Moving into a room lit by torches with a single chair, Rufus notices a familiar face sitting in the chair, the former head of the Black Sahguain, a middle-aged human named Leviathan. Standing beside Leviathan is a blue grippli dressed in black robes. It's... good to see you again Rufus. Whatever brought you back, you owe me. Are you ready to pay up?

Roark: Using his knowledge of the area, Roark is aware that the woman is heading toward the Grand Bazaar. Roark successfully pushes past the ruffian to pursue the other and the woman. This is now a four-person pursuit and the young woman is aware of the threat and is running for his life. Roark is aware that the ruffian behind him is armed. As the chase continues through sparse areas of people, Roark can see the crowds of the Grand Bazaar in the distance. (attempt to stay on pace through crowds, Acrobatics [roll0]) The crowds do not slow Roark, and he is soon within a few paces of the first ruffian.

[DyerMaker]

Oberon: Yes, yes of course, Tyson replies. We're not far from one of the Coin's hidden dives. Tyson motions for his entourage to follow; two beautiful half-elf women, and a rather large human warrior clad in chainmail. Who is your friend!, one of the women yells. Then, hearing a rustle behind you in the Bazaar, one different that the normal ruckus, Oberon turns to see a young, Varisian woman running among the stalls and stages on a path toward he and Tyson. (Perception attempt to notice the woman is being chased; [roll0] DC=12.

Dyrianna: (attempt to Sense Motive vs. Dyrianna's 20 Bluff, [roll1]) My child, you cannot hide. Your talents are needed in this world and they must have purpose. ... I will remain here for some time. Should your mind linger, seek me among the Stygian.

Maria: The half-elf woman cracks a sly smile. I'ma need somth'n stronger than mead or ale. Once the half-elf receives her beverage, she inquires, You're Maria, correct? Ever heard of the Black Sahguain?

Berengir: As Berengir takes his stance, two more armed Penny Boys are visible just up the street. The tall one speaks; Listen here ya big green magician, since you seem to know Rabbit, which I ain't too sure 'bout ya gotta know we ain't goin' back empty handed. Five gold oughta save us all some trouble, or Ima go and blow this whistle and me and my boys are gonna git ya in the rush. Ima count to five... just leave them coins on the walk and back ya ugly butt down this street. ... One! ... Two! ...

[grifter730]

Noticing the woman being pursued, Oberon calmly touches Tyson's forearm while keeping his eyes on the woman. His other hand pats the air in front of him, "Be calm, my lady, be calm."

Speaking to his friend now, "looks like you're about to see what I've been up to all this time." Oberon lets his body relax, brimming with energy. Keeping a loose grip on his staff, he stands light on his feet, ready to explode into action. "You take the lady, stop her, and help her. I'll handle the pursuer."


Just before the pursuer gets within about 10 ft of Oberon, he'll charge and attack with stunning fist.
Attack: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[grifter730]

Didn't want to edit the previous post so you can see that I meant to use Stunning Fist even before rolling. Just forgot to add that the DC is 12, since the Scaled Fist archetype uses Cha instead of Wis for Stunning Fist DC.

[Blinkbear]

Alice: The handsome young man, Leonel, respectfully declines Alice's offer for a beverage; No thank you, but please, sorry for any confusion. I asked my brother to help with this connection for reasons of discretion. Leonel seems confident, yet upset in demeanor. You see, my girlfriend, Bella, has been missing for four days. This is very out of character for her. I was wondering if you might look into this, find her for me, you know, as a professional.

Alice nods thoughtfully and motions Leonel to sit. Assuming he does so, she takes a seat on the other side of the table Again a missing person? Sometimes it feels like the city's a big sieve... A broken one as well.
"Please, I will need to know every detail. But let us first have a look at the basics." She pulls over a parchment and a pen to take notes. "You say that she is missing for four days. When exactly did you see her the last time? What was she wearing at that time?"
This'll be a needle in the haystack. Maybe her clothes tell something.

[crowe]

Berengir Lok


Berengir: As Berengir takes his stance, two more armed Penny Boys are visible just up the street. The tall one speaks; Listen here ya big green magician, since you seem to know Rabbit, which I ain't too sure 'bout ya gotta know we ain't goin' back empty handed. Five gold oughta save us all some trouble, or Ima go and blow this whistle and me and my boys are gonna git ya in the rush. Ima count to five... just leave them coins on the walk and back ya ugly butt down this street. ... One! ... Two! ...

THREE! Morpheum Retardus Nyx...!
Berengir speaks the ancient words of power, loud after first, that seem to taper off into a soothing whisper.
Gads, I swear these punks are going to kill me with their words....Five Gold? That's enough Bufo to keep me grogged for a week!...or a couple of days at least.... Unsure his Sonorous Spell will take the whole mob, he quickly fills his fist with ice.


Time to get dangerous. Hopefully I achieve suprise...
If not
Initiative:[roll0]

Berengir Lok
Wiz1 (Diviner)
AC: 14 (16 Fighting Defensively)
Init: +3
HP: 8/8
Move Action: Drawing Alchemical Focus (Liquid Ice)
Standard Action: Casting Sleep =Save vs Will DC:15 for 4HD of kids within a 10ft radius
Arcane Spell Failure (10%, Low Fails): [roll1]
Free: Take a Five Foot Step Back
Spells:
0: Spark, Detect Magic, Ray of Frost
1: Heightened Awareness, Colorspray, Sleep
Effects: None (Smokin)

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus looks about the room eyes narrowing at the deformed elf-thing and the grippli. Focusing on Leviathan he remains standing, nervous about seeing the ex-gang boss. A lot of memories from a youth he had fled to sea to avoid flooding back.

"Don't recall owing you much of anything Leviathon. It wernt yo that was trying to kill me before I boarded a ship". He looks about the room before deciding to braxen it out. "Do you gave work for me? Else I'll head back to in and finish my drink."

[Genth]

Dyrianna

The tea-server bows, frowning behind her mask, and simply replies "Enjoy you tea, Honored Guest," before returning to the kitchen, a worried look beneath the porcelain. "Mistress?" she calls out to the proprietor "When is the next shipment due? I was hoping to get a chance to go to the docks, and would offer to look into the deliveries then" she asks, racking her brain to see if she's heard of the Stygian

Knowledge (Local) [roll0]

[Hella Lugosi]

Father Roark:

Roark forces his way through the bazaar’s crowds, alternating between apologising profusely and cursing under his breath. Things had escalated a tad more than he would have liked. Hopefully the woman wouldn’t mistake her for one of her pursuers. He gave some thought to calling out to her to explain himself, but realised that nothing looks less trustworthy than a man chasing you claiming that he isn't chasing you. As he gets closer and closer to the first ruffian, he begins to formulate a plan in his head. “Ok, when she gets some distance away from them, I can cast Obscuring Mist to hide her escape, that should buy her some time. Once I do that, I can try one last chance to reason with these two gentlemen, failing that I shall have to put them to the swo-“

The thought is instantly cut off the second he sees a well-muscled stranger slam a fist into the first pursuer’s face. “Oh. Never mind.” He takes a step back, points back into the crowd from where he came from. “There was another one giving chase to her. He's wearing the same sort of cloak. Best be on your guard.” He places a hand on the sword on his belt, ready to draw it should the two thugs turn their weapons on anyone.

[DyerMaker]

Oberon: The Varisian woman runs into the arms of Tyson as Oberon delivers a vicious stunning fist to the ruffian in pursuit. The thugs face ripples from the blow as his feet leave the ground, falling with a thud on the ground below. The ruffian is now prone. A second pursuer slows, a grey-haired priest who appeared to be chasing the thug; takes a step back, points into the crowd from where he came: “There was another one giving chase to her. He's wearing the same sort of cloak. Best be on your guard.” He places a hand on the sword on his belt, ready to draw it should the two thugs turn their weapons on anyone.

Alice: Leonel answers Alice's questions as best he can. Raking his hand through his thick hair; I know this must seem crazy (Alice now pinpoints his accent as Varisian), but it's not like her. Bella, is her name. She came with me to Absalom only a year ago. ... Yes, four days. I last saw her at breakfast that morning. She was going to meet a friend from our homeland. She did not come home. ... You must understand, Bella is the love of my life. She's not as familiar with the city as most. ... Wearing? I don't know, maybe an ochre-colored dress, tunic style, maybe sea-colored. I don't remember.

Berengir: With his incantation and the motion of his hand, Berengir casts sleep on the Penny Boys; all 3 falling to slumber. It is in this moment that a chunk of stone strikes Berengir in the head, falling from the building above; Damage [roll0] A gash now cut into the half-orc's head, he notices two Penny Boys on the roof and two more advancing from further down the street.

[DyerMaker]

Rufus: Leviathan reclines in his chair, Your memory is selective Rufus. I pulled favors for you on several occasions. But, we don't have to split hairs on that. ... I do have work for you ... refugees from Cheliax, 30 of'em ... coming on a boat in two days ... 50gp per head if you get them to my warehouse safe-like. You up for it?

Dyrianna: The mistress replies that a new shipment will arrive in two days. Dyrianna has no recall on a group known as the Stygian. The man lingers at the Tea House for an hour, then rises and leaves. The tip he leaves is quite impresses for a cup of tea, 5 silver weights. A flower is also left for you, a dark reddish-brown flower with 5 petals that smells similar to coffee.

Father Roark: Running into the Bazaar, the young woman runs into the arms of a tall nobleman in white with a fur draped over his shoulders. As the ruffian approaches, an adjacent man punches the thug hard enough to knock him off of his feet. As you turn to look back for your pursuer, the second thug, he stops at the edge of the stalls, quickly surveys the scene and flees into the crowd, running away from your position.

[Blinkbear]

Alice: Leonel answers Alice's questions as best he can. Raking his hand through his thick hair; I know this must seem crazy (Alice now pinpoints his accent as Varisian), but it's not like her. Bella, is her name. She came with me to Absalom only a year ago. ... Yes, four days. I last saw her at breakfast that morning. She was going to meet a friend from our homeland. She did not come home. ... You must understand, Bella is the love of my life. She's not as familiar with the city as most. ... Wearing? I don't know, maybe an ochre-colored dress, tunic style, maybe sea-colored. I don't remember.


Alice nods and scribbles some notes on parchment. "What can you tell me about this friend of your homeland? Have you been in contact with this friend since Bella's disappearance?"

[crowe]

Berengir: With his incantation and the motion of his hand, Berengir casts sleep on the Penny Boys; all 3 falling to slumber. It is in this moment that a chunk of stone strikes Berengir in the head, falling from the building above; Damage [roll0] A gash now cut into the half-orc's head, he notices two Penny Boys on the roof and two more advancing from further down the street.
Berengir Lok
Berengir smiles in grim satisfaction as his spell goes off flawlessly, it was textbook really, better than he did on his finals, and under a lot more pressure.....

KRACK!!!!

....ow, oh, whaut??? did the building fall on me? no, of course not, they were setting up in, combat is a three dimensional sport and you were playing a two dimensional game old sport...okay, not the building, just and roofing tile....slate probably, judging by the dust...bleeding, lots of bleeding, head wounds bleed alot, oh boy, okay, get it together, I'm hurt...bad, more coming, but not yet, some above, so many, time to....

RUN!

When confronted with overwhelming numbers, survival is the better part of valor. Berengir turns tail and runs out of the alley as fast as his feet will take him.



Berengir Lok
Wiz1 (Diviner)
AC: 14 (12 if Running)
Init: +3
HP: 2/8
Full Round Action: Run Like Hell, if I can clear the alley, I will double move to break LOS and prevent them from Ranged attacking (turning in a way from my roof top attackers, if there is not immediate escape try to find cover, if I can't clear the alley in a double move, I will RUN at 4x speed to put as much space between us as possible.
Spells:
0: Spark, Detect Magic, Ray of Frost
1: Heightened Awareness, Colorspray, Sleep
Effects: None

[grifter730]

Oberon holds his pose for a couple heartbeats longer than was necessary. One never knows who might be a spectator. Best to give them a proper show. He hears the priest chasing the downed thug mention another pursuer, but when Oberon looks up, the man, or woman, was already heading off. No point in chasing after that one, this one's already stunned and looks about near death. Looking back down at the prone and stunned thug, Oberon snorts with contempt as he lifts his staff and smacks it down on the man's head to knock him out cold.

"Let's tie him up," Oberon says to the priest as he unloads his pack to take out his rope.



Hopefully I don't have to roll, but in case I do:

Non-lethal attack: [roll0]
Non-lethal damage: [roll1]

EDIT: Lol, well, that's embarrassing.

[Hella Lugosi]

Father Roark

Roark ponders chasing down the fleeing figure, but decides against it. His help is probably worth more here. He nods at the stranger's suggestion, before turning his attention to the woman. "I'm sorry things got so... hectic. I saw those thugs following you and just had to step in. Are you alright? Do you have any idea why those cloaked figures were chasing you?"

Diplomacy check, if needed: [roll0]
Perception check to see if the fleeing thug is heading back towards my church: [roll1]
I'm assuming this is happening during the daytime. If not, my bonus for diplomacy is +7 instead

[DrK]

Rufus: Leviathan reclines in his chair, Your memory is selective Rufus. I pulled favors for you on several occasions. But, we don't have to split hairs on that. ... I do have work for you ... refugees from Cheliax, 30 of'em ... coming on a boat in two days ... 50gp per head if you get them to my warehouse safe-like. You up for it?

Rufus looks at Leviathan suspiciously. The offer seemingly too god to be true. "50 per head you say eh... Whats the catch? They slaves you selling on or wanted by someone?" He pauses looking around the room. "You want to be telling me who's looking to stop these folks arriving and who'll be trying to stop me leading em' to your warehouse. 30 of 'em is quite a crowd to be sheparding. You gota safe place on the boat or docks to stash 'em so I can take 'em through town bite sized?"

Inwardly he also thinks of anyone who could help. Perhaps Alice? They'd been getting along okay since his return and he'd be willing to share the cash with her. Plus she may know some others in town they could trust to enlist for some help and/or muscle...

[Eldest]

Maria

Maria nods, slipping into a more professional neutral face. Aye, that I have. Little gang out o'the underground. Once was big, now is wee factions fightin' for scraps. Mor' is gonna cost ya, though, in kind or in gold.

[DyerMaker]

Alice: Leonel holds his head in his hands, then looks back at Alice in obvious pain; frustration. Our friend, this woman, she's an acolyte of the Dawnflower. Call her Bella's spiritual guide. She (Bella) wanted her to come along with us a year ago. Her name is Anna, she's odd, okay, not my favorite person. Bella begged for the last six months to allow her to visit, so I caved. She came by boat, obviously, but I don't know the name of the vessel. I can tell you that it would have come from Korvosa. Leonel sighs deeply, then slouches in his chair. I haven't seen Anna since Bella went to meet her. What can you do? Can you find my Bella?

Berengir: Staggering after the stone struck Berengir on the head, the half-orc runs back down the alley and into the arms of a corner strumpet. Oh deary, you're a large one and you're bleeding all over creation. She takes Berengir by the arm. Tell me where ya headed and I'll walk with ya. The woman is young with short, brown hair and bright blue eyes. She's a bit in need of a bath with the note of orange oil on her yellow dress. Point us in the right direction, lad.

Oberon: It takes Oberon a couple of times to strike the thug, but he is successful. Oberon begins to tie up the thug but the priest doesn't help, instead turning his attention to the woman as Tyson props her up and stands beside her as the good father begins to question her. Oberon, Tyson mentions, listen ole' boy, here's my card. Look me up later. Tyson and his entourage leave the Bazaar as a crowd begins to gather near the scene.

Father Roark: The young woman begins to calm down but is visibly upset by the ordeal. They were chasing me; chasing me! She folds her arms and bites at her fingernails. Who are you? Where is my friend? Where is she?!
The time is late afternoon, a few hours from sunset. You did not see where the second thug went.

Rufus: Leviathan slides to the edge of his seat. He motions to the deformed creature who let you in, Hap, show Rufus the door. ... My mistake; you're still small time. Hap moves to you extending his arm toward the door; Grrrr. Out. You.

[grifter730]

Oberon received Tyson's card graciously, fully aware when he's being dismissed, or perhaps his old friend simply didn't want any part of whatever trouble that seemed to follow Oberon. He sighs as he looks at Tyson's departure, before double-checking to make sure the captive was completely restrained with his wrists tied behind his back. Satisfied, Oberon drags the man closer towards the priest consoling the running woman. He plops down the captive, letting the man's face hit the ground, and set a foot on his wrists and his staff at a tender spot on the man's back, ready to strike in case the man wakes up and tries to be smart.

"Who are you? Where is my friend? Where is she?!" The woman was saying aloud.

"Peace, my lady. Peace. Take a deep breath and let your mind clear so that we can better understand you." Oberon speaks in a calm tone, his voice measured and soft, to better force the woman to focus and listen to him. "I am Oberon, a simple man," he spreads his arms out, palms up, "A woman being chased by men never ends well if the woman is caught, so I intervened. As to this priest, I do not know him, but he seemed intent to save you." Oberon gives the priest a nod of acknowledgment. "Now, who is this friend of yours that's missing? When did you last see her?"

[grifter730]

Oberon assesses the woman to see if he can gather any information about her (wealth, status, emblem, etc.), and to get a better sense of her.
Perception: [roll0]
Sense Motive: [roll1]

[crowe]

Berengir Lok
Staggering after the stone struck Berengir on the head, the half-orc runs back down the alley and into the arms of a corner strumpet. Panicked, the young wizard nearly ices the trollop when the past and the future hit the half-orc in a double whammy.

Orange Oil. Berengir's nose pushed right past the streetwalker's stink and went straight to the orange oil. Shelby started wearing orange oil after he brought her that first gift of oranges and chocolate. The smell always took him back, Berengir hadn't had a damn orange in three years. He thought of her, and his heart broke all over again.

Hello love. I'm going to die here. Soon I will see you again.

He wanted to give up. He felt like his brain, heart, lungs, and liver were having a heated argument about who wanted to give up on him first. It would be okay, to give in, to lay down in the dirt and let a bunch of kids pound his skull into the pavers with rocks over 5 lousy gold pieces. It would be okay, okay, Shelby would be there, they would be together...

Save the girl. Save the girl in the ochre dress. The dream. The damn dream again. Ah for god'ssakes, let me die, give me peace. Is it even THIS girl? This dress? Not REALLY ochre...She's just as likely to rob me and kill me as the Pennies...I DEFINATELY have a concussion.

Berengir stared at her dumbly as she prattled away. He ran through the options. He pricked up his ears and scanned the rooftops for the Pennies, he doubt he gave them the slip, but they were like roaches, they shunned the light.

Oh deary, you're a large one and you're bleeding all over creation. She takes Berengir by the arm. Tell me where ya headed and I'll walk with ya. Point us in the right direction, lad.

Berengir gives her a mad grin that must have looked absolutely horrific with the blood all over he face. Blue eyes and short hair, just like Shelby. Where are we going love? Point me in the right direction. Walk with me.

Lok shoves the icer in his pocket, collects himself, and grabs the girls hand.

Come with me.

Berengir heads towards the Pride.


Berengir Lok
Wiz1 (Diviner)
AC: 14 (12 if Running)
Init: +3
HP: 2/8
Full Round Action: Run Like Hell, towards the Lion's Pride

Free actions:
Perception (Signs of pursuit): [roll0]
Sense Motive (Is this chick setting me up): [roll1]
Knowledge Local (Do I know her? Or know what pimp she probably belongs to?): [roll2]

Spells:
0: Spark, Detect Magic, Ray of Frost
1: Heightened Awareness, Colorspray, Sleep
Effects: None

[Hella Lugosi]

Father Roark

Roark responds to Oberon's nod with one of his own. “Many thanks for dealing with him, friend. I doubt I could have handled him nearly as efficiently, my fighting days are long behind me.” He lets Oberon finish his inquiry before speaking up again. “Madam, if you are in need of security, I have a church not too far from here. It may not be much, but its walls are thick enough to keep you safe if there’s more of this one’s ilk looking for you. And if these matters are delicate, it will give you an opportunity to discuss them away from prying ears” Roark taps the prone thug with his boot to punctuate his sentence.

[DrK]

Rufus: Leviathan slides to the edge of his seat. He motions to the deformed creature who let you in, Hap, show Rufus the door. ... My mistake; you're still small time. Hap moves to you extending his arm toward the door; Grrrr. Out. You.

Rufus stands his ground a hand held up to stop the weird brute getting too close. "I ain't small time Leviathion. I just don;t want to be walking into a situation where I'm getting screwed and you walk away with no care in the world. You level with me and I'll deliver these damn refugees. I'm still as quick as I used to be and learned a thing or two more on the ships. "

[DyerMaker]

Maria: The half-elf looks up at Maria, her raven hair covering most of her face as the hood from her cloak pushes forward. Hit me with some more of that Throatburn. ... (she speaks softly) I need the current members, names and whereabouts. What's that set me back, coin-wise? The bell rings again at the entrance. It's Berengir being helped by a local woman. He's badly hurt.

Oberon: Tyson gave Oberon second look and a wink as he disappeared in the crowd. Tyson was not one for drama, at least not the kind he didn't create on his own. Oberon was able to somewhat calm the woman yet she still seemed frantic, I have to go, I have to go. It's not safe here. Understand? They have her and I'm next. Let me go! As an assessment of the woman's status, it's simply too hard to tell. She's not a lower class citizen, but the woman has a slightly torn dress and looks a bit disheveled. She does speak with an accent which you place as Varisian.

Father Roark: As Roark interacts with Oberon and the woman, she seems to calm even further. The reasons are unknown to either of you, but the woman does agree to return to the church if both Roark and Oberon will accompany her; I will go to the church, just get me out of here. I must go! Looking around, Roark is aware that a decent crowd has formed to get a closer look. This happening has drawn the attention of the Starwatch (Absalom's law enforcement), as two of their members are seen at some distance.

[DyerMaker]

Berengir Lok: Walking with the woman toward the Lion's Pride, Berengir saw no signs of the Penny Boys in pursuit. Perhaps they were content to stay in the back alleys and not surface to such a main thoroughfare. Whatever the case, it did not matter now. Berengir didn't recognize the harlot; maybe she was new or in rotation, yet again, not the half-orc's top priority. It took some time to reach the bar. It wasn't surprising that no one along the way offered to help such a petite woman aide a bleeding half-orc twice her size. Entering the Pride, Berengir recognized the ring of the tiny brass bell that sounded as the door swept past it. The strumpet immediately called for help, but you were halfway into the building before Maria knew what was happening. At least, this was a safe haven, and one with ale.

Rufus: Holding his ground, the deformed Hap, steps back for a moment. Leviathan stands, pulling the lapels downward on his long, charcoal grey coat. You've got balls, Rufus, at least one. You have two days to figure this out. This is too public for me and too high profile for some of my other guys. So, listen ... you come up with the plan and I pay you to execute it. If the Watch pins you, well, you go down. There are no surprises if its your plan. The ship is called The Purloin. Leviathan reaches in his coat and tosses Rufus a bag of coin. That's 200 to start. You'll get the rest when the job is done, the warehouse full. You're not small time? ... Prove it.

[grifter730]

Oberon nods at the woman. "Very well, I shall accompany you to the priest's church. We'll talk more there, but if you're specifically being targeted by these men, then we need to know more about them. Just give me a few seconds, try to give me some cover from prying eyes if you can," Oberon lets his action explain itself as he begins a thorough search of his captive, trying to discern any information he can get from the man's clothing, and anything he has on his person. He'll look as thorough as possible within the short time frame that he has before the inevitable eyes of the Starwatch descends upon them.

[Eldest]

Maria

Maria lets out a low whistle, ignoring Berengir for the time being. It was business, after all. Business comes before anything else. She replies, just as quietYou want knowledge that can start a gang war, then. Or finish it. That'll cost you, 200 up front, and a full accounting after. She slides the woman an ale, properly noticing Berengir for the first time. Gods, man, did you lose a fight with a wall? I told you your head isn't strong enough to break them down. She steps out from behind the bar, quickly grabbing rags and alcohol to treat the wounds.

[crowe]

Berengir Lok
Berengir falls upon the bar bench with all the grace of a pole-axed bull. He puts his Icer on the bar and whispers something to a little bird at his side that seems to be hopping around fussing over him. The bird flies out the front door and Berengir takes out his flask and takes a greedy gulp with shaky hands.

Gods, man, did you lose a fight with a wall? I told you your head isn't strong enough to break them down., quips Maria.

You obviously don't know how hard-headed I am. I got in a fight with a sack of Pennies. I put three of them to bed and the other 4 dropped a building on me.... Berengir winces as heremoves his wide-brimmed floppy wizard's hat and starts shaking masonry out of it.
Or at least a part of a building....I turned tail and made light like I was trying out for the Aqueduct Dograces when I ran into this...fair maid whom's name I didn't catch, who promptly rescued me and carried me back to our....YOUR.... magnificent castle with all due hustle.


Berengir Lok
Wiz1 (Diviner)
AC: 14
Init: +3
HP: 2/8


Actions:
Direct Tamryn, my trust familiar, to go outside and watch out for suspicious individuals/danger/Pennies.
Perception (Signs of pursuit): [roll0]
Knowledge Local (Do I know Maria's client?): [roll1]

Spells:
0: Spark, Detect Magic, Ray of Frost
1: Heightened Awareness, Colorspray, Sleep
Effects: None

[Hella Lugosi]

Father Roark

“But of course. It’s back the way we came, not too far at all.” Just as he’s about to set off, Roark hears Oberon interject. “Just give me a few seconds, try to give me some cover from prying eyes if you can," Roark takes a split second to make a decision as Oberon bends down to search the prone body, conflicted between making a swift escape and being left in the dark. In an instant he makes up his mind. “Very well, but hurry. The second they think about heading this way, I am gone. You might think about doing the same.” Acting fast, he takes his chance to step between the guard’s line of sight and Oberon, doing his best to form a visual barrier between them. He turns to the Varisian woman and lowers his voice to a low whisper. "If you have to run, it's the building made of white stone I confronted the pursuers outside. I shall meet you there."

[Eldest]

Maria

Maria gives a thin-lipped smile as she looks the lady helping Berengir over from foot to head. Her expression softens as he relays his tale, and she pulls a face, worried. You got rolled by th'Pennys? That's hard luck, that. She walks over and starts bandaging him up as best she can.
Spending 1 round of Archeologist's luck.
Know:local roll to know about the lady [roll0]
Heal check mostly for flavor [roll1]

[DyerMaker]

Oberon: Nodding at the woman and working with Roark, asking for a few minutes free from the eyes of the crowd, Oberon searches to the ruffian's clothing in an attempt to find any information about him. Oberon finds a nice-looking dagger on the thug's hip. Oberon then notices that the thug is beginning to lurch and squirm. Oberon's instinct is that the man is trying to free himself ... that's when Oberon notices the sea foam-like substance coming from the thug's mouth as the seizure continues. This occurrence draws even more attention from the gather crowd within the Grand Bazaar.

Father Roark: During this exchange with Oberon, the woman continues to react nervously. One of the merchant's barkers walks up to Roark and the woman; Is all well here? ... Lady, are you okay, do you need help? The woman raises her palms to the side of her face; like blinders on a steed; I must go! Go! She starts to pull away from Roark, heading back the way she came. Then, Roark catches a glimpse of the ruffian trying to escape, but no, he's having some sort of seizure. The Starwatch is moving in, and fast.

Maria: Negotiating for information with the half-elf concerning members of the Black Sahguain turns toward the bottom line; 200 isn't a problem, upfront, but I'll need assurance of how many members you're aware of and an all-in price, no surprises... at this moment Maria notices Berengir limping in, but continues with the half elf. Her attention is then turned to the fact that Berengir is actually hurt and rushes to his aid. Maria's knowledge of healing falters a bit yet she recognizes the local strumpet as Molly, a new freelancer in the neighborhood with few affiliations. During this interaction, the half-elf woman stealthily leaves the tavern.

Berengir Lok: Landing upon the bar, the strumpet continues to aid Berengir as Maria takes notice of his injuries. A half-elf patron is sitting at the bar but promptly leaves while the half-orc is in triage. Berengir doesn't recognize her. Sending his familiar out as an eye-in-the-sky, everyone realizes it'll take more than alcohol and bandages to heal this wound. The whiskey from his flask being providing the most comfort at the moment. A few minutes pass when the woman that helped Berengir from the corner to the Pride, excuses herself in a somewhat verbose way.

[grifter730]

"Fear not, priest," Oberon says as he searches the body. "I know too well the barbed lash of the law. I have no desire to overstay my welcome here."

The search took longer than the few seconds Oberon expected, and he knew the eyes of the crowd were gathering around them, circling them in. But the search may not have been fruitless, yielding a nice looking dagger that may hold some clue. It was all he could get before foam began dribbling from the thug's mouth. Oberon knew his cue when it was staring him in the face.

"I must go! Go!" The frightened lass was pleading and demanding.

No time to examine the dagger now. "Let us make haste, but not too obvious, or the stalking guards will recognize us for the prey we are." Oberon taps the frightened woman's elbow, and motions for the priest to lead the way. "I'll stay off to the side, ready to defend you or create a diversion if needed. Priest, if you're the type that can harness the power of your god, we may need your divine intervention to shield our escape."

Oberon gives them both a warm smile. "Be casual but be vigilant, a man distracted is a man defeated. Our fate may be in the hands of you and your god, priest. I pray you are no false prophet. Now, let us fly."

[Blinkbear]

Alice: Leonel holds his head in his hands, then looks back at Alice in obvious pain; frustration. Our friend, this woman, she's an acolyte of the Dawnflower. Call her Bella's spiritual guide. She (Bella) wanted her to come along with us a year ago. Her name is Anna, she's odd, okay, not my favorite person. Bella begged for the last six months to allow her to visit, so I caved. She came by boat, obviously, but I don't know the name of the vessel. I can tell you that it would have come from Korvosa. Leonel sighs deeply, then slouches in his chair. I haven't seen Anna since Bella went to meet her. What can you do? Can you find my Bella?


Alice looks up from her scribbled notes. "In a city like Absalom, this is a promise impossible to make." And with a bit of luck, she simply ran away. She smiles an encouraging smile. But I can assure you that I will do everything in my power to find her." Assuming he doesn't simply leave, she adds: "I still have more questions, and while they may be painful to answer, and you may have the impression of sitting around instead of searching her, it is imperative that you answer them thoroughly." She will then start to ask him further question, never more than one at a time, taking notes here and there about the interview.


Tell me more about Anna, please. What is her relationship to Bella? Where do they know each other from? How old is she? And how old is Bella? Can you describe Anna? (Should he ask why this is important, she will argue that someone might have seen Anna, while she was somewhere with Bella).
Did Anna stay with you? If not, do you know where she did stay, and if she knew any other people in Absalom? Maybe someone else from the church of Sarenrae?
Is Bella working or stay-at-home? If she's working, what is her job and who is her employer? What about you? (If he asks why this may be relevant, she argues that it's important to get a big picture.)
Why did you leave your home? Why did you chose Absalom as your new home? Did you both want to come here equally?


I hope it's alright I put the questions in a list, trying to speed up the interview a bit.

[Hella Lugosi]

Father Roark

Roark catches only a split second of the thug’s seizure before he looks away – he’d rather not keep that image on his conscience – before turning to the baker and forcing a weak smile. “Thank you sir, but we’re all quite alright.” It falls from his face as soon as he turns away, and he quickly whispers into the woman’s ear – “Follow me.” He leads the Oberon and the woman away from the crowd and back the way they came, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if the Starwatch had seen them. “If they pursue us, I can try to cover our escape, but you’ll have to use the opportunity quickly. As soon as I give the signal, bolt. You’ll both know it when you see it. Oberon, try not to lose either of us, I fear if you do then we may not reunite again.” He walks urgently, though trying not to draw too much attention to himself, and mutters a hasty prayer under his breath.

[crowe]

Berengir Lok: Landing upon the bar, the strumpet continues to aid Berengir as Maria takes notice of his injuries. A half-elf patron is sitting at the bar but promptly leaves while the half-orc is in triage. Berengir doesn't recognize her. Sending his familiar out as an eye-in-the-sky, everyone realizes it'll take more than alcohol and bandages to heal this wound. The whiskey from his flask being providing the most comfort at the moment. A few minutes pass when the woman that helped Berengir from the corner to the Pride, excuses herself in a somewhat verbose way.

While Maria fusses with the bandages, Berengir sticks with what he knows, the drinkin'. When he sees the other woman start to slip away, he interjects:

Thank you Maria, and thank you....er Miss...? I never believe we were properly introduced...Berengir Lok. Can I at least buy you a drink in gratititude?

[Eldest]

Maria notices the door close after the half-elf, and curses in dwarven.If you cost me that client, Berengir, I'm taking it out of your rent and your hide. In that order.

[DyerMaker]

Oberon & Father Roark: Staying to the side as they leave the Grand Bazaar, Oberon enlist Father Roark to use his divine abilities as needed. The monk continues to make certain the Starwatch or other thugs are not following them. Roark encourages the woman to follow him back to the church. As luck would have it, there was no need to cover their escape as they reach the church without further interruption. Inside the parish, the woman seems a bit more relaxed; Do you have any water here or wine? She was still anxious, but least conversational. My name is Belladonna. My friend Anna has been taken by some bad men.

Alice: Leonel squirms in his chair, anxious and impatient, which then turns to anger; Ran away! How could you say such a thing. We are lovers. She's lost in this city! Can you not help! Leonel calms slightly when Alice requests that he answer a few more questions:
Tell me more about Anna, please. What is her relationship to Bella? Where do they know each other from? How old is she? And how old is Bella? Can you describe Anna?
Anna? She's just a spiritual advisor for Bella. We are all from Korvosa. I've told you this already! Bella is nineteen. I don't know about Anna, thirty, maybe? How many more questions do you have? Anna again? She has pitch black hair, thin, religious tattoos, and always dresses nice.

Did Anna stay with you? If not, do you know where she did stay, and if she knew any other people in Absalom? Maybe someone else from the church of Sarenrae? Bella was going to meet Anna at the Docks, they never made it back to stay with us. Bella is lost in this crazy city. It's been four days! I'm not religious. I don't associate with these people, the Sarenrae.

Is Bella working or stay-at-home? If she's working, what is her job and who is her employer? What about you?
No, she does not work. She barely leaves our home, much less our street, the park ... that's all. Me? Import/Export. The highest quality seafood. That was my role in Korvosa and that is why the Consortium brought me here, so that you could have better shrimp. And yes, Bella was very excited to be in Absalom. She was taking to Green Ridge very well.

[DyerMaker]

Maria: Watching the half-elf leave created frustration within her toward Berengir. Perhaps she'll return.

Berengir: Molly, its Molly. Thank ya, but I must be getting back. A girl's gotta earn.

[grifter730]

Glad to finally be safe in the confines of the church, Oberon relaxes and offers them all a smile. The woman seemed to relax as well, and she asks for some wine, which hopefully settles her jitters.

"My name is Belladonna," she says. "My friend Anna has been taken by some bad men."

"Perhaps introductions are in order. A pleasure to meet you, Belladona. I am Oberon, a... teacher of sorts," Oberon quirks his lips ironically for a moment, but then looks to the priest, giving him the floor.

After introductions, Oberon speaks again. "Now, start from the beginning. Who is Anna? Where were you going with her? What led to her abduction?"


After those questions are answered. Some potential follow-up questions would include:
- Do you have any idea why they targeted you and Anna? What do you do for a living, and what does she do?
- Can you think of anyone that might want to harm you?
- Would you feel safe if we took you home?
- How long have you been gone for? Should we try to notify someone of your whereabouts?

[crowe]

Maria: Watching the half-elf leave created frustration within her toward Berengir. Perhaps she'll return.

Berengir: Molly, its Molly. Thank ya, but I must be getting back. A girl's gotta earn.

Berengir regards the woman curiously, her enthusiasm to get back to "work" seems uncharacteristic of the average streetwalker, and the name , the name seemed all wrong to him. Not like she'd use her real name, Ber, and mebbe her pimp beats her, or mebbe she just needs the damn coin...and she probably saved your worthless life Berengir.

As you will , Molly, still, it is cold and wet out, and you did save me from a dangerous horde that may still be out there looking for us.

Berengir puts a single gold piece on the bar.

I know you have got to earn, but maybe I could rent a drinking companion?


Sense motive on Molly's name and behavior [roll0]

[Eldest]

Maria raises an eyebrow at the offered coin, and matches it with one of her own. This one, on th'other hand, is for information o'particular value. Payment in advance, it's yours, tell me whatcha got when ya find something. More money at that point, depending on how much it earns me. She goes back to cleaning a wood mug, but her eyes promise a reckoning towards Berengir soon.

[Hella Lugosi]

“Just one second.” Roark retreats to the back of the church while Oberon makes his introductions to retrieve a dusty, but still hopefully palatable, bottle of wine. He brings a couple of glasses with him, placing them on the altar as he decants a drink for the woman. “This is supposed to be saved just for ceremonies, but I think you need it more than I do right now.” He begins to pour another drink before stopping himself. “Oberon, are you in need of a drink too?”

As Oberon finishes his introduction, he hands Belladonna a glass of wine. “I am Father Roark Alba. I preside over this church and keep a watch over the community.” He interjects one more after Oberon finishes his questions. “Take as long as you need to answer, the more detail the better. Remember, we’re both just here to help.”

[crowe]

Maria raises an eyebrow at the offered coin, and matches it with one of her own. This one, on th'other hand, is for information o'particular value. Payment in advance, it's yours, tell me whatcha got when ya find something. More money at that point, depending on how much it earns me. She goes back to cleaning a wood mug, but her eyes promise a reckoning towards Berengir soon.

Berengir puts on his best innocent smile, but his eyes tell the truth to Maria, I owe you one.

[Eldest]

Maria

She nods. As long as he recognized it, she was mollified. Turning her attention back to the lady of the night, she smiles, genuinely. I do pay well, in drink or in coin, for anything interesting you happen to know. Only string is I ask you don't sell anything you sell to me to others.

[grifter730]

Oberon

Oberon smiles warmly, but graciously declines the offer of wine. "I must stay focused. At all times," he explains.

[DyerMaker]

Oberon & Roark: Oberon is glad to be within the walls of the Church of the Dawnflower. Introducing himself to Belladonna and attempting to have a few questions answered. Father Roark excuses himself for a moment and then returns with ceremonial wine that Belladonna accepts but Oberon prefers to remain focused and does not imbibe. Belladonna responds to the kindness; Thank you for the wine. (she speaks with a prominent Varisian accent) Anna, she's my best friend. They took her last night. She arrived from Korvosa only three days past. Belladonna then breaks down in hysterical sadness.

Berengir & Maria: Molly seems genuinely stunned by Berengir's gesture. She pauses, then moves toward the bar with a sheepish smile. Berengir's instincts are well-versed and his hunch that Molly may not be the woman's real name is correct. Perhaps the name is an alias, considering her current profession? Molly takes a seat at the bar beside Berengir when Maria place a gold coin of her own beside the previous, mentioning information for payment. Molly looks slightly uncomfortable as the expression on her face changes from the slight smile to a more serious look. What kinda con are you two at here?, Molly suggests in a sarcastic, yet playful way. She accepts the drink that Berengir has paid for then ask the two; What type of information are ya look'n to have?

[Eldest]

Maria laughs, guileless, and serves her some of the good mead from under the counter. A con? Me? I don't give out money on a con, darling, I take it. No, I buy and sell information. I certainly can't keep this place open on mead sales alone. Come to me with something I can sell, and you get paid. Only string either way, I don't deal dirt on my contacts, and anything you sell to me, 'tis only for me. Sound like a fair shake? The coin's yours either way, think of it as payment fo'your time.

When you try to add in the accent but you can't find spots for it...
If she accepts, Maria will mention the Black Saugin (sp) as "a particular hot topic, at this time" but otherwise doesn't have any open accounts. She'd still pay for anything worthwhile.

[Blinkbear]

Alice: Leonel squirms in his chair, anxious and impatient. (... cut for retcon...) Leonel calms slightly when Alice requests that he answer a few more questions:
Tell me more about Anna, please. What is her relationship to Bella? Where do they know each other from? How old is she? And how old is Bella? Can you describe Anna?
Anna? She's just a spiritual advisor for Bella. We are all from Korvosa. I've told you this already! Bella is nineteen. I don't know about Anna, thirty, maybe? How many more questions do you have? Anna again? She has pitch black hair, thin, religious tattoos, and always dresses nice.

Did Anna stay with you? If not, do you know where she did stay, and if she knew any other people in Absalom? Maybe someone else from the church of Sarenrae? Bella was going to meet Anna at the Docks, they never made it back to stay with us. Bella is lost in this crazy city. It's been four days! I'm not religious. I don't associate with these people, the Sarenrae.

Is Bella working or stay-at-home? If she's working, what is her job and who is her employer? What about you?
No, she does not work. She barely leaves our home, much less our street, the park ... that's all. Me? Import/Export. The highest quality seafood. That was my role in Korvosa and that is why the Consortium brought me here, so that you could have better shrimp. And yes, Bella was very excited to be in Absalom. She was taking to Green Ridge very well.

Alice smiles, apparently satisfied enough with her answers. "Well then, Sir. I will finally need a detailed description of Anna, and where I can find you. Then I shall immediately begin with my investigation."

Assuming that Leonel gives her what she wants, she will head next to the docks to make a first quick ask-around-tour to find out if someone has seen Anna or Bella in the last 4 days at the docks, hoping to get a first trail.


So, if I understand correctly, she can apply diplomacy to gather information. As she is going to the Docks, I assume that her trait Friends in Low Places (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/traits/social-traits/friends-in-low-places-social) triggers. As such, she can ask around in [roll0] hours instead of 1d4, and people are generally friendlier to her there. Additionally, she has the Follow Up (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/classes/core-classes/rogue/archetypes/paizo---rogue-archetypes/investigator) feature from the investigator archetype. This allows her to roll two times for the same period of time, gaining the results of both.
So, here are my two rolls:
[roll1] and [roll2].

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark nods at Oberon’s refusal and begins to put away the spare glass when Belladonna begins sobbing. Planting them down on a nearby pew, he places a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
“I am so sorry about your friend. Sometimes it feels like this city is out take everything from you. But there are always people in this city who can help keep you safe. What was Anna like? Where was she taken, and by who?”

[grifter730]

In that other life from his past, Oberon would have enjoyed consoling this poor lady and taken advantage of her grief. Years of imprisonment and torture has a way of realigning one's moral compass. The priest seems to be handling it rather well, though Oberon couldn't be sure of the man's true motives. Seemed decent enough so far. Not wanting to pile on the questions lest he turn it into an interrogation, Oberon awaits for Belladonna to answer the priest's inquiries.

[crowe]

Maria laughs, guileless, and serves her some of the good mead from under the counter. A con? Me? I don't give out money on a con, darling, I take it. No, I buy and sell information. I certainly can't keep this place open on mead sales alone. Come to me with something I can sell, and you get paid. Only string either way, I don't deal dirt on my contacts, and anything you sell to me, 'tis only for me. Sound like a fair shake? The coin's yours either way, think of it as payment fo'your time.

When you try to add in the accent but you can't find spots for it...
If she accepts, Maria will mention the Black Saugin (sp) as "a particular hot topic, at this time" but otherwise doesn't have any open accounts. She'd still pay for anything worthwhile.

"Tis true, no con here, Gods know I wouldn't last long starting a con by cracking my skull. As the College of Mysteries taught me, "Knowledge is Power". Of course, they meant that is a slightly more literal sense, but Knowledge is Coin too, to the right people. I collect knowledge, usually on request, and report it to my clients. Other times, I use that which I know to help people out. For example, I might be able to help a working girl get out of the clinker or reduce her sentence with my knowledge of the Laws of Absalom and the Hands of Absalom to grease.

[DrK]

Rufus

Getting the information on when the ship is due in and where the dock and warehouse is Rufus takes the money and tips his hat to Leviathon. I'll see yuo in a few weeks to pick up what you owe me." and he heads back out in the stench of Puddles. The mixture of salt, seaweed and sewage almost comforting to him so familar it was. He pats the fat pouch of gold before turning and striding purposefully towards Alice's shop. This is too big a job to do on his own and right now she's one of the few in town that he can trust.

With a muttered "best make a good impression under his breath he pauses briefly to pick up some flowers from a street vendor before heading to her quiet little investigator's office. Knocking gently he pushes open the door hoping that she's in....


Is Alice in mid afternoon?

[DyerMaker]

Maria: Molly pauses for a moment considering Maria's offer. Then nods in acceptance; You've got a deal, provided I can stop in ya pub 'er when the weather's bad or I be need'n to rest me feet. Is that agreeable? I can't think of anything colorful at the moment ... Some bloke handed me this placard to come to a party tomorrow. Might be someth'n good there? Molly produces a printed card. It is an invitation to a theatrical party for Lady Seichya of House Tevineg. The address of the home is near the edge of the Puddles and Foreign Quarter. The party begins at 10pm tomorrow evening. Molly mentions; The bloke says they'd need some entertain'n and thought I'd do well. Bloke said I had to have this placard to get in.

Alice: Leonel replies; I've mentioned that before, about Anna, She has pitch black hair, thin, religious tattoos, and always dresses nice. As for me, I'm either at home or working. (he scribbles the address of both; home in Green Ridge and his work in the Merchant's Quarter)
Visiting the Docks using her abilities to gather information, Alice meets and speaks with several individuals. One dockhand in particular was helpful to her cause. An Absalom native named Hogg; Aye, yes m'am. I was working the morning with the Varisian carrack sailed into port. She's a might' impressive boat, she was, cargo of 'em fish eggs and some rare lumber. I did see a nice look'n lass with dark hair and a pretty green dress. She has some handsome ink too. Aye, and there was'un lass met 'er here on the dock, a real spritely lass.

[Eldest]

Maria beams. There's a wise lass, spot o'good fortune already innit? Don't want to take away from your earnin's, though, if you was plannin' on goin'. And o'course you can rest your head hereabouts. Mind you, the roof leaks a bit in places.

This will be expanded on, but I have finals to deal with.

[DyerMaker]

Roark and Oberon: Looking up at the priest from her seat on the church pew. Belladonna speaks about Anna; She, she's been my friend for many years. She came about a ship from Korvosa, our native Varisia, to spend time with me. We were leaving a pub near the Docks, The Doxy, when men grabbed us and placed hoods on our heads. I lost consciousness. When I awoke, I was in a smelly place, a sewer maybe, chained to the wall. It was horrible. Belladonna again becomes upset in the retelling. Anna was gone. I was there for what seemed like another day. When a man came to take me, again with a hood, and bound my hands in rope. The knot he tied was loose. When I felt the sun on my body, I pushed into the thug with my shoulder and got away. I was chased into the Bazaar when we met, you and Oberon. How can I ever repay you?

Berengir: Molly turns to speak with Berengir; So, wait, you and Maria both hire folk for information? Are ya working together or do ya compete for the same chalk? I gots to know who to do the tell'n. But, I do appreciate the drink. If there ain't noth'n else, I'll be tak'n my leave.

Rufus: Reaching Alice's home/office, he finds Alice walking south. Rufus would be meeting Alice on her way to the Docks. To keep the series of events in order, let's let Alice decide if this conversation with Rufus takes place on the walk or when she returns from the Docks.

[grifter730]

Oberon found it peculiar that Anna had already disappeared by the time Belladonna awoke. A good-natured person like Belladonna would assume the worst befell her friend. A cynical person like Oberon, however, assumed Anna was in on it, perhaps luring young ladies for whatever nefarious ends might land her a coin or two. At least they got a single clue, the Doxy. But that's a long shot to an answer.

After Belladonna calmed a bit, Oberon finally spoke up again. "I'm glad that you've returned, and that you fought for it. No need to repay me. Perhaps in the future you can visit one of my self-defense classes so you can better protect yourself against assailants, free of charge. But for now, just a few more questions, if you don't mind." If she motions for him to proceed, Oberon will ask:

"After you attacked your captor, where were you when you were first able to see again? Perhaps we can look around the area to see if we can find out anything."

"Did you ever overhear anything the guards might have said? Even something you didn't understand, any unique words, or meetings or anything that might be helpful?"

"Would you feel safe if we took you back home, or do you think they were specifically targeting you? Do you have family or friends who might be concerned you're missing? Perhaps we can contact them."

[crowe]

So, wait, you and Maria both hire folk for information? Are ya working together or do ya compete for the same chalk? I gots to know who to do the tell'n. But, I do appreciate the drink. If there ain't noth'n else, I'll be tak'n my leave

We work together, but really we don't compete directly. It more like I dig for dirt, and Maria sells it by the shovelful. Sometimes she needs me to find a useful bit to complete the big picture for her, sometimes I find a bit that she might find interesting.

[Hella Lugosi]

As Belladonna explains her situation, dark theories begin to flood Roark's mind. He knows the worst this city has to offer, and hopes that this woman hasn't fallen victim to it. Putting them out of his mind as Oberon speaks, he nods in agreement. "There's no need to repay us, though I wouldn't object if you decided to throw a few copper pieces into the collection plate." Aside from that, he lets Oberon continue uninterrupted as he questions her.

[Blinkbear]

Alice smiles upon noticing Rufus approaching her home, when she is on her way back from the docks. She walks up to him.

"Hey Rufus, how are you?" She asks warmly after giving him a friendly hug.

[DyerMaker]

Oberon: Belladonna takes the last sip of wine from her glass and attempts to answer Oberon's questions; I, I was so confused, maybe a small park, the sun was to my left and then at my back. I don't know, I just ran and ran until I saw the Bazaar in the distance. I kept running.

The guards, they were not like guards, but more Cerulean, perhaps. They spoke a tongue I did not understand. It was harsh, like angry. All the men were angry.

Yes, my lover, Leonel. I don't know if it is safe, but I would like to go there. He has good work and would reward you for escorting me home. I have a cat too. I named her Anna. We live in Green Ridge.

Father Roark: Contemplating what Belladonna may have gotten herself into. Father Roark listens intently as she answers Oberon's questions and his ears do not ignore the fact that this Leonel, the lover, might make a charitable donation to the church.

Berengir: After explaining the working relationship between himself and Maria to Molly. Berengir contemplates his knowledge of Nobility and things Local.

Maria: Molly thanks Maria for allowing her to rest at the Lion's Pride when appropriate. She then mentions; Would you rather attend this party? I mean, if you really want to go, we can work something out? Maybe 20 gold measure for the invitation?

Alice and Rufus: Coming back to her office from the Docks, Alice notices a fond acquaintance, Rufus knocking on the door.
Feel free to RP your conversation. Please.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark silently offers to refill Belladonna’s glass as she finishes it off. “What happened during your time in captivity? Were you kept alone, or did anyone visit your cell at any point?” Whoever had captured the two women had enough space to keep them separate, that would suggest multiple cells – perhaps even more unfortunate captives. “I advise we take you back to Leonel and make a judgement on whether you’ll be safe there. If one of them escaped, that means he may be able to lead the rest of his ilk back to this church.” Roarks grits his teeth - he'll have to make preparations for if that time comes.

[grifter730]

"I can stay for a few days if you'd like, in case your church gets ambushed. But yes, I agree that we should take Belladonna back home," Oberon smiles warmly at her. "It wouldn't do for a person to worry about their missing loved one. After that, I'd like to go back to the Doxy and see if I can't pick up any rumours about people being abducted. It's possible that you were simply targeted randomly, but if I find out anything, perhaps it may give you some peace of mind."

[crowe]

Maria: Molly thanks Maria for allowing her to rest at the Lion's Pride when appropriate. She then mentions; Would you rather attend this party? I mean, if you really want to go, we can work something out? Maybe 20 gold measure for the invitation
Berengir Lok

Berengir gets that deja vu feeling as Molly offers the invitation. Almost immediately, Berengir sees something he has seen before to, on Molly's face. Berengir had seen it on a starving woman's face once, when she standing in front of a bakery. She wants this so badly, and she can't afford it. Funny how 20 gold seemed like such an enormous amount nowadays, Berengir distinctly recalled his grandfather paying more than 20 gold for a pair of shoes, that he didn't like. You owe her Ber, she helped you out and you tanked her deal. Berengir draws a sharp intake of breath, which causes him to wince a little from the crack it got earlier. He drums hands on the bar to ease the pain and says to Molly:

20 Gold? Aw, you are sweet darling, but it's not worth it. These "parties" can get a bit theatrical, quite a few ladies have quit the party worse for wear, the blue bloods are a bit rough with their brushes, I've knew one girl who couldn't work for a month after some fop tattoo'd her for her critique of his masterpiece. It will take 20 marks just to hire good protection for that sort of party.

If one pays close attention, Berengir has 7 fingers splayed out on the bar.


Berengir Lok
Wiz1 (Diviner)
AC: 14
Init: +3
HP: 2/8
Action: Bluff and Diplomacy to negotiate the deal with Molly
Bluff: [roll0]
Diplomacy: [roll1]

Spells:
0: Spark, Detect Magic, Ray of Frost
1: Heightened Awareness, Colorspray, Sleep
Effects: Probably a little drunk

[Eldest]

Maria looks over at Berengir, amused. Then she fell into their usual good-guard, bad guard routine. It'd been a few weeks since they'd needed it. Down boy. Let me do mah talkin'. Turning back to the lady, she smiles warmly. I ken do seven afore and seven after, once I gots some salesable talkin's from the party, and a week's rent soes you know I ain't cheatin' ya, and you're gettin' a generous offer with that. I'd need masks, good clothes, and possibly a lout about to provide a lady protection. I'm good for it, you ken ask just about anybody on the street. An' besides. She gets a wicked grin. Sounds a bit o'my type o' fun. Already got the whip for the party.

In anticipation of Crowe's roll failing, sorry crowe... I honestly don't mean for her to beat up on Berengir like this, trust me that she actually likes him and he's just having a bad string of luck?
Second Round of Luck used (5/7 left)
Bluff if needed: [roll0]
Diplomacy: [roll1]

[DyerMaker]

Father Roark: Offering the young woman a second glass of wine, she kindly refuses. Belladonna replies; I remember Anna being in the room for a moment, but I was not in a cell, or it didn't seem like it. It felt more like a stone column that I was tied to in an open space. ... Yes, please, escort me to Leonel. We must go at once.

Oberon: Oberon mentions to Father Roark that he might stay at the church for a few days. He then encourages Belladonna and questions her about her captors. I do not know, she replies. The young woman stands and brushes some straw off of her dress. Noticing that her dress is torn in a few places, she pouts a bit and sighs.

Berengir: In an attempt to sway Molly from attending the party, Berengir elaborates on the details of such an event and why attending is a bad idea. His attempt falls short as Molly places her hand on his and speaks with sincerely, Oh deary, ya don't have to fear fer me. I'm new to this city, but I been at this fer a while. The tone of her voice and plain speaking is enough to make the half-orc blush.

Maria: Interrupting Berengir just as he finishes, Maria pauses for Molly's retort. Then, provides a solution of her own. Offering Molly 7 gold up front and 7 gold after. Molly pauses for a bit as she looks the placard over, then looks at Maria, then to Berengir and back to Maria. Tells'ya what. If ya bring me back some of those fancy biscuits ya got yerself a deal. ... And, I'll be stay'n here tonight, get'n drunk with you two. She smiles, ever-so-slightly, holds the placard toward Maria and waits for her to speak.

[Eldest]

Maria nods, smiling. Sounds like a deal. She pours a trio of drinks. To the start of a wonderful partnership.

[DyerMaker]

Ryl Aufein: The sun was setting in Absalom as Ryl stood across the street from the newly built Church of Asmodeus in the Ascendant Court district of the city; only two years post construction. The wind blew slightly from the south. Tradewinds brought a nice breeze into perpendicular streets this time of year. Ryl had been in the city for 10 days and was no closer to finding his family members than he was hiding within the walls of the church in Westcrown. His mind wandered as he pondered crossing the street. The sidewalks were crowded this time of day and Ryl tempered the sensation of feeling invisible among the masses. Any given person, on any given day, can be elated with joy or amiss due to some tragic circumstance. Ryl whispered this thought within himself as he watched the crowds sway like schools of fish in the Inner Sea. His process was interrupted by a verbal grunt. Was this a daydream or an actual noise. Ryl was momentarily confused as he was swept from his current state of torpor. Guurrr. Looking down an elderly human man in dirty robes looked back at Ryl as he sat pretzel-style on the sidewalk, his gaunt features and wisp of grey hair upon his nearly bald head gave away his apparent age. His eyes were not quite blue, but not green, somewhere 'tween the two. Guurrr, he grunted again at Ryl with his raspy baritone voice.

[Hella Lugosi]

"Thank you, Oberon. If you can spare the time, your protection would be most valuable." Roark nods politely as Belladonna's insistence. "Yes, of course. I can't imagine how worried he must be." He turns back to Oberon. "Assuming you have no further questions, I say we make our leave. As you say, first to Leonel, then to the Doxy."

[crowe]

Maria nods, smiling. Sounds like a deal. She pours a trio of drinks. To the start of a wonderful partnership.

Indeed, partner

[dantiesilva]

Not sure what colors have been taken so far so unless told otherwise will use red

It's so odd looking at all of these people and woundering what each of them is dreaming about each night. Do they fear the unknown beyound the walls of this city, perhaps the poorer parts of town where the guards patrol less because it is harder to control the gangs? Maybe that one is dreaming about slaying a vile demon. Ryl thinks as he watches a little child swinging a wooden sword as if it were a real weapon, and no doubt in the boys mind it was. "An ancient artifact passed down since the dawn of time in his family who were once the proud guardians of an empire." Ryl muses aloud a warm, kind smile on his face as his eyes followed the child until he was no longer within Ryl's eyesight.

In truth Ryl was a bit jealous of the boy who seemed to not have a care in the world, while he had been on the run but a few years older than the boy from unknown assassins trying to destroy his family for some unknown reason. It is that innocence that keeps me moving each day in the search for my family, I have to protect them from the same fate that befell the rest of us. Ryl told himself, though in truth if he ever found his family members who were said to be in this town he really wouldn't know what to do. Simply settle down and never reveal himself to them, always staying close though in case they ever needed his aid? Reveal himself to them and hope they would accept him into their small little family? No these were the ideals of a child, something that had been stripped from him, he would stay close to them however he could never let them know who he truly was or who he served now. They would not understand why he served the Lord of Hell, few outsiders ever understood the true battle from the dawn of time and the sacrifice that was made to protect man from being destroyed by monsters beyond their understanding so long ago, but he had a few pieces to the story, and knew that sometimes evil was necessary to bring about a brighter world.

Taken back to the real world by the sudden distinct Gurr like sound Ryl began to reach for his crossbow he kept hidden inside of his robes, however when he saw the poor elderly man his features relaxed as he bent down so he could see the mans odd eyes. "Hello sir, are you trying to get my attention? Perhaps you want me to get the guards, or maybe you think because of my robe that I am a girl. Though I can assure you I am not." Ryl says trying to lighten the mood slightly and appear friendly and helpful to the man, though something seemed off, odd even and he made sure to let his special friend know this from where he was hiding in the shadows away from the people. "I am sorry sir but if you can not tell me more than such a simple gurr I must bid you ado for I do not understand what it is you are asking of me." Ryl explains as he stops crouching and returns to his full height, which is still rather small for most males of his race.


Eioldon Perception check [roll0]
Eioldon Sense Motives check [[roll1]

[grifter730]

Oberon

Satisfied that he's probably gathered as much information as possible from Belladonna, Oberon nods at Father Roark as the priest was getting up to go. "I'll try to check on you daily for the next few days, just to make sure you're safe once you're home," he says to Belladonna. "First, let's make sure we get you home safely. Perhaps we can cover with a simple cloak and hood to help mask your identity?"


The plan is that Oberon and Father Roark will escort Belladonna home, and then visit the Doxy afterwards.

[crowe]

Berengir enjoys the shot and slams it down with gusto, producing another wince.

When he gets a chance, he takes Maria aside, out of earshot (and lipreading) of Molly and Scab.

I hope you are up to this, kid. These "parties" are the big leagues, some of the most powerful families in Absalom attend them. This is where the real business in this city gets done, you can make coin off of just seeing who attends and who talks to whom, let alone what kind of deals go down.

[DyerMaker]

Father Roark & Oberon: Roark thanks Oberon for agreeing to stay around the church for a few days. He then agrees that taking Belladonna to her boyfriend in Green Ridge and then visiting The Doxy was the next course of action. Oberon lays out a plan to hide Belladonna's identity as they proceed to escort Belladonna home, and then visit the Doxy afterwards. The pair move toward Green Ridge, weaving their way through the edge of the coins and into the adjacent Green Ridge. Belladonna tries to explain which way to turn and what roads to take, but she's not that great with directions and the three of you seem to zig and zag your way through the district. The two of you hear a loud CRACK from the south as Oberon feels a sharp pain enter his back. The monk takes [roll0] points of damage. Belladonna reacts with fear and pulls away. (You are now in combat. I'll have a map up soon).

Alice & Rufus: Standing outside of Alice's office, Rufus fills her in on a job he's been hired to do for Leviathan, leader of the Black Sahguain, a gang with formidable power 10 years ago but is now merely a shadow. The job includes taking a number of Chelish refugees / slaves to a warehouse owned by Leviathan. Rufus needs a bit of help and direction with this. Standing there as the sun sets. Alice and Rufus both hear the crack of a pistol a few blocks to the west.

[Blinkbear]

Alice & Rufus: Standing outside of Alice's office, Rufus fills her in on a job he's been hired to do for Leviathan, leader of the Black Sahguain, a gang with formidable power 10 years ago but is now merely a shadow. The job includes taking a number of Chelish refugees / slaves to a warehouse owned by Leviathan. Rufus needs a bit of help and direction with this. Standing there as the sun sets. Alice and Rufus both hear the crack of a pistol a few blocks to the west.
Alice jumps and instinctively steps towards the entry of her house and tries to pull Rufus with her. Then, she realizes that the gunshot had not been near but a few blocks away. Conflicted by her curiosity and her instinct to stay out of every gunfight she stares at Rufus while trying to remember if someone she knows live in the general direction. In particular her new client - maybe he had gotten into something shady...

[Eldest]

An eyebrow creeps up. The high and mighty, huh? Reckon I could make a mite bit better out of that than twenty gold. Lassie there's gettin' a tip suposin' I get useful dough.

I'd just like to apologize, I have no idea what her accent is anymore.

[DyerMaker]

Ryl: Ryl has a hunch that the man has purpose and is not a random homeless person. The man reaches upward as Ryl stands. He grins, exposing that all of his teeth are not present. Then the man extends his hand in a fist; Open you hand, expand your mind, and take this gift I present. The elderly man speaks with a prophetic tone and the presence of ages past. Open your hand. Take this gift.

Maria & Berengir: Molly drinks until she can barely walk and looks for a cot or bed within the Lion's Pride in which to sleep. Where, bed, thank'ya deary. Scab finally stirs and walks out, waving a hand as he does so. He left 3 pennies on the table as a tip. Two human men walk in a few moments after Scab. The bell rings again to alert Maria of their entrance. They both appear to be tradesmen, possible working the Bazaar or something similar. They take a seat at a table against the far wall, not at the bar.

Oberon and Father Roark: Now in combat upon the relatively calm, upper-middle class streets of Green Ridge. Roark spins as he hears the CRACK to see a pistol-wielding thug at the corner wall to the northwest. Combat Round 1 (About the map: The walls here are 7-feet with entry gates [grey] to the various homes. The street is [white] and your tokens are listed with a single letter. We'll use coordinates to note your moves. Please remember to list all actions; Standard, Move, Free, and list your current HP, AC, Spells etc. There's no need for initiative in this instance, the PCs move and then any opponents. [B]MAP (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1S3RHJsbdTtlqjfEWdK9RECHxuJqFIJPxHpnL_-qS93Y/edit?usp=sharing)

Alice & Rufus: Alice knows of no one to the west of her home. Rufus replies that its odd to hear a gunshot in this neighborhood, but not unique in nature; Probably a husband firing a round off at his wife's lover, he said with sarcasm. Alice then remembers that Leonel lives north of her, not west.

[Eldest]

Maria

Maria points Molly in the direction of a cot, and turns to the newcomers. What can I help ye wit?

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark’s eyes dart to the thug by the wall, drawn by the crack of the gun. He stares down the figure for a moment, doing his best to size him up, before he becomes aware of another noise – a grunt of pain from Oberon, as blood blooms under his clothes.

“Hells!” Roark raises one hand, channels his faith through his fingertips, and released a billowing cloud of mist. In an instant it swallows the trio, pouring down the street and reaching into the sky, giving them some much-needed cover. Drawing his scimitar, he turns to his allies and lowers his voice, letting the words pour out. “At least one gunman, hidden by the northwest wall. Shooting to kill, so not a random mugging.” Run or fight, he knows they need to make their choice quickly.

Roark [HP:13/13 AC:14 CMB:+0 CMD:10]
Free Action — Speak to Oberon and Belladonna
Standard Action — Cast Obscuring Mist (centred around self)
Move Action — Draw Scimitar.
Weapon Drawn — Scimitar
Spells: 1st: Obscuring Mist, Bless, Shield of Faith

If Obscuring Mist is 20ft high and Alice can see it over the rooftops, that might give her a decent excuse to check out the gunshot

[grifter730]

A loud grunt escaped Oberon's mouth as he grits his teeth, slumping and catching himself on Belladonna's shoulder as he instinctively moved to shield her. He had just enough time to turn his head and try to see his assailant, but a thick mist formed around them. This was more than just a flesh wound that he could easily ignore. Once the rush of combat was over, Oberon knew he'd pay for this oversight. He cursed himself for not noticing the gunman.

Calm yourself, Oberon ordered himself mentally, repeating the oft spoken mantra during his days of training in the far off mountains. There is no situation that you could not escape from. There is no situation that you could not turn to your advantage.Think!

Oberon spent a heartbeat to gather his thoughts. There wasn't much time. "This can't be a coincidence. You two stick together, run and seek asylum. A gunman is at a disadvantage in close combat."

Without pause, Oberon turns and explodes with a burst of speed out of the mist, charging straight for the direction the priest mentioned.


Free Action: Talk
Charge Attack (using his staff): [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

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HP: 6/12
AC: 13 (due to -2 from charge)

[dantiesilva]

"No gift is ever free, and to accept it without knowing its price would be foolish. Any faithful Chelixan knows this." Ryl says as his companion comes to stand by his side, towering over him. "What are the terms of me accepting this gift as you like to call it? For I doubt you will tell me what the gift is as you called it a gift." Ryl explains remaining cautious of the mans intentions.


Intimidate [roll0]
Perception [roll1] to see what is in the mans hand

[DyerMaker]

Maria: The two tradesmen order ale. One of them, wearing a hide waist coat, places a silver weight on the table and leans in toward Maria, So, lass, a mixed breed was in here earlier. She mention anything specific?

Berengir: Feeling a bit worse-for-the-wear, the half-orc takes up Scab's spot at the table, pondering his next move.

Ryl: Unsure of what is in the elderly man's hand, the poorly-looking fellow holds both fists forward; Pick one, either hand, right or left. He smiles another toothless grin.

Roark: Releasing a cloud of billowing mist to conceal himself and Belladonna. Roark, with scimitar in hand, stands beside the young girl as she steps back toward the south wall.

Oberon: Feeling the bit of iron pierce his back, Oberon settles himself and charges his opponent. The assailant is dressed in black leather and wearing a simple bandit mask. Oberon's charge is precise, striking the bandit in the throat with his staff, the crush of his larynx sounds like the snapping of chicken bones. As the blow is struck, Oberon is aware of two more bandits 'round the corner.

Alice & Rufus: The shot wasn't unusual, nor was the casting of an obscuring mist spell in the same direction. Rufus was more interested in the job for Leviathan and how Alice might help him. After all, getting in with Leviathan again could prove useful, but taking part in the slave trade was tricky business and not part of the heroic morale. What would Alice do?

Bandit 2 slings a strong-looking net toward Oberon; [roll0] - the net flies wide, striking Oberon but not entangling him
Bandit 3 casts Sleep upon Oberon; Will Save [roll1] - Oberon fails the save and falls prone into an indefinite slumber; rounds 1/40.

[grifter730]

The crunch of the thug's larynx brought a grim smile to Oberon. He made sure his satisfied face was the last thing his victim saw. The satisfaction was cleansed off immediately as Oberon noticed a flicker of movement, and dodged aside just in time to evade a net cast over him. "Two more here!" He warned Roark and Belladonna. "RUUUUUUNNNnnnnn..."

His eyes glazed over, and his vision blurred. The last thing he saw was the blurry forms of his assailants as they flew in the air. He had just enough time for one last thought. How are they fly--oh... I'm falling. Master always did say my arrogance would be the death of me...

[Eldest]

Ha'breed. Classy. She relies, flatly. Her eyes narrow, going off to the bar to get them their drinks. Coming back, she sets them down with a little more force than is strictly, necessary. How bad do you want to know?

She's half-drow. I figure that's a bit of a sore spot right there.

[Hella Lugosi]

“Oberon, wai-” is all Roark has time to say before his ally charges into the fray. He debates following his advice and turning tail as he listens to the ensuing chaos through the fog. He hears the crunch of bone and bodies hitting cobblestone, but his worst fears are confirmed as Oberon's scream for them to run fades away.

“OBERON!” His hand forced, Oberon makes his choice. "I'm sorry..." He grabs Belladonna by the wrist and flees the scene, turning to her as the path splits in two. “Left or right?”

Roark [HP:13/13 AC:14 CMB:+0 CMD:10]
Free Action — Speak to Oberon and Belladonna
Full Round Action: Run 80ft east
Weapon Drawn — Scimitar
Spells: 1st: Obscuring Mist, Bless, Shield of Faith

[Blinkbear]

Alice did not think too long about it.

"You're right. Let's go inside. After all I'm not a guard." she winks and unlocks the door.

[crowe]

Berengir is enjoying a quiet corner of the bar, though not so much the smell of its last inhabitant. The drink is holding him together, like a warm blanket, and he is seriously considering going upstairs to his cot to pass out. On the other hand, wasn't there something about not going to sleep with a concussion, and dizzyness and vomiting? But...how was that different from any other night, perhaps a healthy dose of Bufo is not what the doctor ordered...


So, lass, a mixed breed was in here earlier. She mention anything specific?

Even in a stupor, the "mixed breed" and the disdain it was said with, hammered it's way through Berengir's ears and triggered old defenses. Drunk and bleeding, Ber didn't think he posed much threat to these two, but none the less he quietly put his hand on the icer in his pocket and pretended to be oblivious and in his cups, an acting job he needed little help with at this point. Just ask yer damn questions and be on yer way, we've too much to do and I've lost too much blood already. Berengir thought to himself.

[DyerMaker]

Oberon: The monk yells out his final command before falling to slumber. "RUUUUUUNNNnnnnn..." a warning to Roark.

Roark: First, the priest sees his newly-met friend rush from the mist into battle. Next, he hears the warning to run. He runs to the east and speaks aloud, "Left or Right". Roark is asking himself as well as Belladonna, but the young woman is in a flight mode of her own, she pulls leftward. Then Roark feels it, something tight lashes around his left leg. He uses all of his ability to stay upright, but falls prone. Looking up he sees Belladonna run helplessly into the arms of one of the bandits. The boot heal was his last vision as the priest is knocked unconscious.

[DyerMaker]

Maria: Irked by the racial comments of the Tradesmen Maria shows a bit of ire as she returns to their table asking how badly they wanted the information. The man in the hide waistcoat turns to fellow with the wide brimmed hat; I do say, this one's got a bit of pluck in her. I like it, the other man replies. So, she was here then? And, what did she enquire about? How bad do I want the information, well, that depends on how badly you need the coin.

[DyerMaker]

Alice & Rufus: Seeing the mist but choosing to go inside, Alice and Rufus continue inside to discuss the dilemma that faces Rufus and further speak toward Alice's current case. Five to ten minutes pass when there is a KNOCK, KNOCK on the door.

Berengir: Sticking around to drink off the pain, Berengir is upset by the comments of the tradesmen. Looking up from his cup as that little brass bell rings again. Berengir's acquaintance, Truk enters the Lion's Pride. He strides over in a few steps and sits beside Berengir with some purpose. Oi, Ber, yor head, its bust'd.

[Blinkbear]

Alice interrupts their conversation, and answers Rufus' (most likely asking) glance with a shrug. "I'm not awaiting anyone." She then gets up to go to the front door. "Yes?" She asks through the closed door.

[dantiesilva]

"You place me in an odd predicament." Ryl admits to the old man as he looks at the second hand joining the first. " For one they say the gods work in mysterious ways, and that the right hand of god is normally a messanger. You came to be offering something from your right hand speaking in the voice of a phrophet. However the left hand is what does the work that must be done, and is often ignored or looked at in a darker light for their lack of following the rules." Ryl laments to the old man, not sure if he was truely following what he was saying. "Therefore if I must choose between being the Messenger and the Shadowy Hand I will have to follow the path that is left." Ryl says holding out his hand, but not to the left or right hand, instead directly between the two, leaving it up to the old man to detemine what his words meant.

[crowe]

Berengir: Sticking around to drink off the pain, Berengir is upset by the comments of the tradesmen. Looking up from his cup as that little brass bell rings again. Berengir's acquaintance, Truk enters the Lion's Pride. He strides over in a few steps and sits beside Berengir with some purpose. Oi, Ber, yor head, its bust'd.

His friend's fortuitous arrival brings a smile to Berengir's face, which brings another wince.

Truk! You salty dog you! Your powers of observation are as sharp as ever, drink?

Berengir pours his boy a cup in anticipation.

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus grins at the sound of the shot and continues on with the conversation with Alice. The fact that she seems interested in helping bodes well as although he hadn't wanted to admit it the job was probably too big for him. At the sounds of the gun shot he shrugged. "Od for gun shots from that district. Best head inside." As they continue talking inside he raises his head at the banging on the door and Alice's comment. Hand drifting to the pistol and taking it out the holster, holding it low behind a table he nods to Alice. "Best answer the door. But given the busy evening best be ready for trouble."

[Eldest]

Maria glares down at them. Aye, sh'were here. Anything mor', money up front. Match her price, you'll git your info. Less, you get jack. She crosses her arms. If I weren't feelin' insulted by the ha'breed comment, I might tell you her price.

[DyerMaker]

Alice: Alice hears a bit of shuffling outside the door; Uh, Miss Alice? Yes, uh, my name is Zhou, Master Leonel sent me with a dispatch.

Rufus: Rufus notes the gun shot and patiently waits for Alice to address the knocking at the door.

Ryl: Choosing to place his finger between each fist in addressing the old man, Ryl sees that both of the mans hands are empty as he unfolds his arthritic fingers. The man then presses both hands together as in prayer, grins that toothless smile that Ryl has seen a few times by now, bows slightly and turns around. The old man slowly limps down the sidewalk toward the south. ... Moments later, when the old man can no longer be seen, Ryl feels a burning sensation in the pocket of his breeches. Reaching in Ryl finds a single finger bone (likely a proximal phalanx) of some age. The bone is dark greyish-brown in color with black at each end. It is warm to the touch.

Berengir: Welcoming Truk to the table and pouring him a drink the two half-orcs share their kindred spirit of tall tales and warm brew. For Truk, the conversation then becomes more straight forward. Ber, I be need 'er help, again. See, Truk in deep wit da Barbers, cards see. He then makes a slicing motion with his thumb across his neck. Truk, need hed on shoulder. Small loan Truk ask, five-hundred measure. You help?

Maria: Glaring down the Tradesmen, Maria doesn't mince words with their inquiry. Why miss Maria, we meant no disrespect (Diplomacy [roll0]). Most take pride in their heritage. Yet, we know the lass was here and we have an idea what she was after and we're willing to pay for confirmation of that notion. But, if you're going to get all twisty on account, well, there are others who trade in information 'round here. The man in the wide brimmed hat leans forward. I think what my partner is trying to say is that we'll offer 50 gold measure for your trouble.

Roark: A female voice and the aroma of lilac spurns Roark to consciousness. The priest's eyes open to see a gorgeous, blonde human woman in a green dress kneeling to wake him. Her bountiful cleavage and sky-blue eyes are welcoming features to set the good Father at ease from his recent encounter. Father ... Father, are you okay?

Oberon: The pressing on his arm wakes Oberon, spinning up to a kneeling position with the haste of adrenaline preserved in his veins, Oberon sees a small boy, plump and innocent standing before him. His first finger lodged firmly up his left nostril. While his other first finger points directly at Oberon; You're bleeding mister. Hahahaha.

[Blinkbear]

Alice: Alice hears a bit of shuffling outside the door; Uh, Miss Alice? Yes, uh, my name is Zhou, Master Leonel sent me with a dispatch.

If the voice sounds trustworthy enough, Alice opens the door. "Come in." If Zhou does so, she closes the door after Zhou again. "So?"


[roll0]

[grifter730]

Oberon

Waking up to an unfamiliar surrounding forced several moments for Oberon to gather his wits, but then a sliver of a smile slid up his face. There might come a day when my arrogance does me in. But not today. Not yet. He thinks to himself.

Seeing the little boy pointing and laughing at him jolted Oberon back to his current predicament. Examining his body for the wound, Oberon grimaces and forces his mind on other things to ease the pain. "This little thing?" He asks the boy. "Won't kill me. Now, tell me, where are we at, boy?"

[grifter730]

Forgot to make a roll.


Perception: [roll0]

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark gingerly nurses the boot mark on his face as he returns to consciousness. He finds himself distracted by the woman for a split second, before he remembers his manners. “I… I’ve been better, but I’m alright.” Checking his surroundings, his memories slowly fade into view, and soon panicked words come spilling out faster than he can contain them. “Who are you? Where is Oberon? And Belladonna, they… they took her.” He begins rummaging through his coat, checking whether anything was taken while he was out. “Did you see where they took her?”

Perception: [roll0]

[Eldest]

Maria smiles ruefully. My apologies, I tend to be frustrated with those who bring up blood. So I'll tell ya what I'd tell her, if she asks after anybody who wanted ta know about her: that information isn't for sale. My buyers, my sellers, and my informants. I don't sell information on them. Bad for business. She inclines her head to the pair. You'll pardon the skirting about the point before, I hope. It's good to know a buyers purse, so as to know how much effort to go to on their behalf.

Diplomacy to smooth it over [roll0]

[dantiesilva]

Ryl and his Eidolon watch the old man leave with an odd sense of confusion as the man walks away. Perhaps he was crazy, after all anyone could...why are my pants getting warm all of a sudden? Ryl thinks sticking his hand into his pocket and finding a foreign object within. Feeling the odd shape of the item within his pocket he decides it is best to return to the church and await his new found friend for their spar of the day. And while he waited he could further analyze the strange bone.

"Interesting, not only did the old man get this in my pocket without either of us noticing but it seems to radiate a warmth. It is definantly magial in nature, but to what extend I wounder?" Ryl speaks aloud to himself as much as he spoke to his constant companion as he began looking for any signs that may give him a clue as to how the item worked before trying to use it.


Spellcraft check [roll0]
UMD [roll1]

And using detect magic as well to help with the spellcraft check

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus remains standing in the corner of the room as the messenger walks in. Holding the gun low and behind his back to hide it he grins to Alice thinly - "Do you know this guy Alice?". As he enters Rufus will carefully watch over the man to make sure that there is nothing untowards with the man. Then he waits patiently to hear the message while pondering how to move so many people across town.

[crowe]

Berengir: Welcoming Truk to the table and pouring him a drink the two half-orcs share their kindred spirit of tall tales and warm brew. For Truk, the conversation then becomes more straight forward. Ber, I be need 'er help, again. See, Truk in deep wit da Barbers, cards see. He then makes a slicing motion with his thumb across his neck. Truk, need hed on shoulder. Small loan Truk ask, five-hundred measure. You help?

Berengir laughs heartily.

Truk, I love you man, and I'll do what I can for you, but I just got rolled by the Penny Boyz, I've not a pot to piss in ora window to throw it out.

Seeing his friends dismay, he quickly adds (in a hushed tone).

Stick around, I might 'ave a job fer ya. 'Speck, but it may pay out.

[DyerMaker]

Alice: Opening the door for Zhou, Alice is confronted with a shy, meagerly dressed half elf male. Zhou is holding a piece of folded parchment bound with string. Miss Alice, Master Leonel wanted you to have this. He said the contents were found in the middle of his dining table. Nothing but this Miss Alice. He hands to parchment to Alice. Should I go now Miss Alice?

Oberon: Regarding his wound and then acknowledging the little boy, Oberon asks where he was. As the boy answers, Green Ridge, Oberon becomes aware that he remains in the spot where he killed the bandit. Surprisingly, nothing has been stolen from him and he is still alive. A bit fuzzy from the sleep spell, Oberon sees no sign of the dead bandit or the his associates. Voices can be heard around the corner.

Roark: Gingerly rubbing the boot mark on his face, Father Roark returns to consciousness. Checking his person, he notices that none of his possessions were stolen. The bandits were certainly after Belladonna and not to rob them. The beautiful woman who woke him attempts to answer his questions; My name? I am Belén. I live just there, across the street. I heard some noise and came out to see. ... Ober..., Belladonna... I'm afraid that I've seen no one else. Only you, Father.

[DyerMaker]

Maria: Explaining her principles to the tradesmen, Maria's silver tongue smooths the situation and the men thank her for the drinks, leave their coin on the table and quietly exit the pub. Maria notices Berengir sharing his ale with a slightly larger, rougher-looking half-orc.

Ryl: Ryl crosses the street to the Church of Asmodeus where he examines the bone more carefully. After some time Ryl is able to discern a strong aura of divination magic on the bone. In an attempt to use the bone as a magical device, Ryl comes to the conclusion that there must be some other component(s) for this bone to serve its purpose. Entering the church, a petite, dark-skinned woman dressed in purple and black robes greets Ryl; All hell bends to his will, Hail the Prince of Darkness, His time is nigh. She bows slightly and awaits some acknowledgement from Ryl.

Rufus: Waiting in the corner should things go wrong, Rufus listens in on the conversation between Alice and Zhou.

Berengir: After explaining to Truk how he doesn't have the money to help pay off Truk's gambling debt. Berengir mentions that he might have a job for his friend in the near future. Truk responds; Um, bad news fer Truk, maybe, um, we roll Penny Boy, say, you say? Yes! we roll Penny's! Truk git club. The half-orc stands, his chair falling backwards, rambling a bit on the floor as he proceeds toward the door.

[grifter730]

Oberon

Mountain's breath! I must've been knocked out pretty badly, Oberon thought to himself in disbelief as he realized his surroundings.

Assuming the perpetrators to be long gone, Oberon ignores the voices nearby for the moment. He creaks his neck, and looks at the boy for a few heartbeats. "Might be your lucky day here, boy. Got a gold coin if you can tell me what you saw here." He rummages his pouch and pull out a gold coin, flashing it at the boy.

[Blinkbear]

Alice: Opening the door for Zhou, Alice is confronted with a shy, meagerly dressed half elf male. Zhou is holding a piece of folded parchment bound with string. Miss Alice, Master Leonel wanted you to have this. He said the contents were found in the middle of his dining table. Nothing but this Miss Alice. He hands to parchment to Alice. Should I go now Miss Alice?

"No, please come in, Sir. Have a seat, treat yourself to a cookie, if you wish." She smiles. "I'd rather read this and maybe send you back with an answer if possible. Oh, and please don't mind my friend." She shows Zhou the way to the living room / office, takes a seat behind the desk, and motions Zhou to sit in the very same place that Leonel had sat a few hours ago. Then, she unrolls the parchment.

[Eldest]

Maria

Maria takes the coin quietly, and goes over to check if their drinks need refilling.

[dantiesilva]

I see so either it is meant for me to commune with someone, or for someone to be able to watch me, no doubt from the other end. I believe I will be placing this inside a safe place. Ryl says as he looks to his loyal companion. "Open your mouth please." He directs the summon before placing the item inside. "Now when you return to your home plane I expect you to drop that item off in a safe place where no one shall find it until we find whatever it is supposed to connect to, we do not want it being used against us, is that understood?" Ryl asks the outsider, making sure it understood what he wanted it to do.

"All hail the lord of of law, who even the gods do not disrupt in his proceedings of carrying out his sacred duty. We shall bring law to this unholy land, and the name of Asmendous shall be upon the lips of all citizens." Ryl replies in kind, bowing his head to the sister. "I have not meet you here before, then again I have only been here for a little over a week now. Could you tell me if anyone has come here recently fitting this description?" Ryl asks the young priestess, describing his acquaintance Oberon to her.


" I see, well thank you for your time, I must be off, I think he may be in danger and the Lord has plans for him I believe." Ryl explains rushing back outside and trying to search the few places he had seen the man before.

[Hella Lugosi]

Damn it. Roark sighs heavily to himself as rises to his feet, propping himself up against the wall. “Thank you for coming to my aid, madam. How long ago did you hear the noise? I need to know how long I was out.” Then, as guilt washes through his mind, another question forms. “Do you happen to know if someone named Leonel lives nearby? I have an urgent message I need to deliver to him. In person.”

Diplomacy: [roll0]

[DrK]

Rufus

Seeing Alice relax and the messenger clearly a real one Rufus helps himself to a drink before sitting with them listening a little but mostly just keeping an eye on things in case the messenger wasn't as trustworthy as he looked.



Just being polite and keeping in the background

[DyerMaker]

Darkness falls.

Oberon: Flashing the gold measure at the lad in hopes of retrieving information, the boy looks at the coin with the gaze of a Bodak. I saw you! Hahaha! You're bleeding, mister. ... my sister, she saw another man. The lad points toward the east. Looking around the corner you see two figures, one could be Father Roark.

Alice & Rufus: Zhou nods timidly toward Rufus; G'day sir, as he takes a seat appointed by Alice. Unrolling the parchment, Alice finds a single card, 2-inches square, stamped upon it in black ink is a trident. This is the mark of the Black Sahuagin, a once powerful gang within Absalom, but now reduced to only a few members and petty theft. Rufus is immediately aware of the significance of the card. In an earlier time, the Pistolero would have left a similar card at the scene of an assassination, or to warn, in a mocking way, a potential target that they had 24-hours to live.

Maria: Finishing up a few pub-specific duties, Maria prepares for the evening rush of patrons. But, the rush never comes. A few regulars drop by for a laugh and a shot of Throatburn (a very potent whisky typically made by the gnomes of Kalsgard, but distilled now in Absalom with less quality under the same name). Berengir and Truk have their exchanges, comings and goings when an older man enters the bar. His aesthetic is not one that Maria would normally serve. Homeless vagrants typically carry no coin. The man wore dirty, torn robes as he slowly saddled-up to the bar, his gaunt features and wisp of grey hair upon his nearly bald head gave away his apparent age. His eyes were not quite blue, but not green, somewhere 'tween the two. The man stares at Maria for a moment; rice wine.

Ryl: Having sent the bone to a distant plane via his eidolon, Ryl turned to the acolyte for information concerning the possible sighting of Oberon. No, my brother, I have not seen your companion. She bows and walks deeper into the church. Ryl continues to look for Oberon, possibly in Green Ridge.

Roark: As Roark questions the woman, she attempts to answer his questions; At first, we heard the loud crack, my baby brother and I. It wasn't until we heard a woman screaming that we came outside. It took a bit to wake you as well, maybe 10 minutes? ... Leonel? Leonel Coruna? Why yes, he and his lover, Bella, live two doors down. I'll take you.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon's heart stutters at what looks to be the priest. They didn't make it out? He wonders to himself, but he could already guess the answer. Anyone capable of taking him out would easily dispatch a priest burdened by a dependent.

Oberon flips the boy the gold coin without thought as he turns and walked towards what looks like Roark and another figure. As he gets closer and his fears are realized, Oberon lets out a harsh curse, knowing it's his fault that they're in this predicament again. Should've been more alert. Should've gone straight to the Starwatch. Arrogance always took its payment.

He claps the priest on his shoulder by way of greeting, and nods slightly at the lovely woman speaking to Roark, listening in their conversation as the woman explained the recent events.

Oberon will introduce himself after she's finished, and follow along. He also used Sense Motive on her (rolled a 22 in the OOC thread since I can't roll from editing if I remember right).

[Eldest]

Maria

She sets a bottle of rice wine and a glass down on the counter, out of his easy reach. Money. Please.

[dantiesilva]

Now where in the nine hells is that man? He never misses his sparing session. Ryl thinks to himself as he walks through Green Ridge with darkness beginning to fall. "It seems we may have to stop and spend the night in this part of town my friend, I do not like the idea of us trying to walk back to the temple in the darkness." Ryl states to the outsider walking directly behind him, the problem was Ryl wasn't very familiar with this part of town and as such didn't know where to go. All this time he had stayed close to the temple district, making short explorations throughout the city each day to look for his family, however he had never made it this far before due to not knowing enough information about the area, and thus not having a clear destination to set up shop for his search. However here he was now, and there was very little he could do about it, something told him his friend was in danger and he would wished to see how badly.

As such Ryl and his summon began looking for a inn to stay the night, he could ask questions there about Obren and with luck make a few contacts in this part of town.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark sighs with relief at the woman’s answer. “Thank you so much, you have no idea how much this helps us. As soon as my friend is up, we must-” He is cut off as Oberon firmly claps his shoulder. “…One second.” He turns to his ally and, noticing his wound hasn’t got any better, grabs his arm in return. He closes his eyes as he begins to summon forth divine energy. Adressing Oberon now, his tone shifts to one of concern. "How bad did they get you? Aside from the bullet wound, I mean."

Cure Light Wounds: [roll0]
Spells: 1st: Obscuring Mist, Bless, Shield of Faith

[grifter730]

Oberon

Oberon exhales a sharp breath as the healing magic takes its effects. "Thank you for that. I wasn't aware just how badly that was affecting me. I'm physically fine elsewhere. Merely wounded pride, that's all. Nothing that will affect me for long, as my master used to tell me. Now, I take it our charge has been taken from us? I was thinking of heading straight to the Doxy, it's our only lead after all. There's also someone I know that may be able to help us out. It's clear we're dealing with a very capable group of people, and we could use all the help we can get."


Oberon is back up to full health 12/12. Thanks!
Also, don't forget my Sense Motive check from the OOC thread!

[Blinkbear]

Alice doesn't say anything and just shows Rufus the card, one eye-brow raised. She suspects that Rufus knows what this exactly means, as he was older and more familiar with the gangs. Without waiting for any comment from Rufus' sight, she asks Zhou:

"Is Master Leonel at home now? Is he alone?"

[crowe]

Berengir: After explaining to Truk how he doesn't have the money to help pay off Truk's gambling debt. Berengir mentions that he might have a job for his friend in the near future. Truk responds; Um, bad news fer Truk, maybe, um, we roll Penny Boy, say, you say? Yes! we roll Penny's! Truk git club. The half-orc stands, his chair falling backwards, rambling a bit on the floor as he proceeds toward the door.
Berengir grabs Truk's ear before he storms out and whispers desperately in his ear.
Truk my friend, I know your need is great, but bashing pennies isn't going to get you anywhere. Hang out here, we might have a real job for you.

[DyerMaker]

Oberon: They didn't make it out? Oberon wonders to himself as he sees the priest speaking to a woman in the street. It's dark now but the street lamps of Green Ridge provide low light visibility. The monk moves closer to Father Roark to listen to the conversation. Oberon has a hunch that the young woman is genuine and wanting to help. Oberon welcomes the healing by Father Roark and mentions someone that might be able to help them.

Roark: The priest heals Oberon as Belén offers to escort them to Leonel's home.

Ryl: Looking for Oberon, Ryl doesn't want to be stuck in an unfamiliar neighborhood at night, so he looks for nearby lodging and finds what looks to be an older and prestigious building, The Anvil & Ivy near the north-western section of the district.

Maria: The old man slides a silver weight across the bar. Rice wine was consumed by the gods. It is said that Aroden favored it over all drink. Tell me of your first encounter with this beverage?

Alice: Showing the card to Rufus, Alice asks Zhou if his master is at home and if he is alone. Zhou replies, Master Leonel is at home, yes miss, and no, he is not alone. The help of the house is with him along with one of the masters from his employ.

Berengir: Grabbing Truk by the ear, Berengir saves his friend from making a grave mistake and urges him to patience. Truk not lose hed. Truk need coin, now! The half-orc slams his fist on the table in frustration, but settles afterward. Truk remember stronger drink. No more ale.

[dantiesilva]

"You may return home for the night, walking into this establishment with you will only bring unwanted attention to me. I shall call you first thing in the morning however, or if I feel the need once I have a room." Ryl informs his construct, waiting for it to fully vanish from the material plane before opening the door to the Anvil & Ivy inn. Slowly making his way to a counter of some sorts to rent a room for the night he waits to be acknowledged before stepping forward. " Good evening, I was wondering if you had any open rooms for the night, it seems I spent to much time in the markets today and lost track of time." Ryl explains to the person behind the desk as if he were speaking to an old friend.

"Also am I to late for dinner? I can understand if I must pay a little more do to the late hour, however I am more than willing to do what is needed." the summoner says kindly to the greater waiting to see how their interaction went before deciding if it would be wise to question such a man, or look for a dinning area, or bar within the establishment and simply listen to the stories being told.

[grifter730]

Oberon

"We must tread carefully, my friend," Oberon says to the priest. "These people threw an entire group at us to recapture Belladonna. Who knows if her family is being targeted as well. It would do well to proceed with caution. We may be walking in to another ambush, yet, we must also hurry, for perhaps we may be able to spoil their actions. Such is our predicament."

Oberon briefly introduces himself to the woman, and then asks her to point the way while he takes the lead. Moving cautiously with his staff ready in hand, Oberon proceeds to Leonel's house, eyes alert.

Make them pay, Oberon thought to himself. Please, please be at the house. I'll make you pay for the humiliation suffered -- it's just wounded pride, didn't you say so to the priest? Pay attention, lest you're humiliated again. Pay attention. Pay attention. Just survive through this, then maybe we'll go and fetch Ryl and his strong pet, and we'll put the hurt on everyone. Pay attention. Pay attention.


Stealth: [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]

[Hella Lugosi]

“I understand that time is more pressing than ever, but while we’re here, Leonel may be able to give us some additional leads to pursue if the Doxy turns up blank.” As soon as Roark mentions his friend, he nods. “Excellent. If we can trust him, he will no doubt be useful. Allies in this city are hard to come by.”

He turns to depart, following Oberon to Leonel’s house, but not before giving a few parting words to Belén. “Be careful. Before today, I never thought of this being a rough part of the city. Now I’m not so sure.” As he rejoins Oberon, he lowers his voice to a whisper. "I advise caution. If we charge in, I may not be able to heal you again."

Stealth: [roll0]
Perception: [roll1]

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus leans forward as the card falls onto the table and glances at Alice. "Alice, this is dangerous stuff. What have you got involved in. I know these scum and they aren't the kind you want to meet in a dark alley." Looking at Zhou, "Do you know what your master has been involved in to get this sort of card and provoke trouble from these gangs?" He drags his gun out holding it on the table, but not entirely threatening. "Give Miss Alice here some more infomration please friend"

[Eldest]

Maria raises an eyebrow at the man, but humors him. I was 17. We had swiped a bottle, Krelista an' me, an' we'd decided ta drink the whole thing. Bad idea, that, but we was young. She smiles, amused at the memory. Drinking down by the harbor and we's woke up inna rowboat, drifting in th'Ship's Graveyard. Hadn't the foggiest what we'd did, other than nobody bothered us much when we got back. Can't drink rice wine without tasting brine now. So you can keep your God's drink. This last bit is said with merriment.

[DyerMaker]

Ryl: enters the Anvil and Ivy after dismissing this eidolon for the evening. The Inn is one of the older buildings in Absalom and maintained in excellent condition. A human man, well dressed, with thinning hair white hair welcomes you from behind the counter; And how may I help you today, sir? He replies that he does have open rooms, 2gp per night, and that you are not too late for dinner; No sir, dinner is still being served, local fowl and fava beans. How many nights will you be staying? The man hands you a key with the number 15 stamped upon it and points you toward the dinning hall.

Oberon & Roark: Belén explains to Oberon and Roark which home is Leonel's. Moving in that direction the pair find the residence behind a locked gate with a simple sign upon the solid wooden gate; Under Guard — No Trespassing.. Oberon moves with determination while Roark advises caution.

Rufus: Observing the card, Rufus warns alice and then hints at a threat to Zhou who replies sheepishly to the inquiry; Sir, no sir, I'm simply a messenger for master Leonel and miss Bella. I know nothing of these matters.

Maria: The man smiles widely at Maria's tale, some of his teeth are missing but he seems harmless enough. The man pays for another portion of the rice wine and then departs without notice. Maria didn't see him leave. It was almost as if he had vanished, a thought that humored the half-drow. Approaching his place at the bar to remove his glass and claim the silver weight he left as a tip, Maria notices an odd object cradled by the empty glass. It was a bone, a very old-looking bone, perhaps one from a finger or the hand?

[Eldest]

Maria smiles after the old man: he'd vanished, damn mages, but he'd paid. She swipes the coin off the table and starts slightly at the bone. She picks up the glass, examining it closely, drawing on her knowledge of the body.
Arguable this is either know:local (humanoid based knowledge) or know: nature.
Here's a roll for each.
Using a round of Luck.
Local
[roll0]
Nature
[roll1]

[grifter730]

Oberon

Oberon momentarily ignores the warning on the sign, examining the locked gate, and peeks inside. "Is this sign always here?" Oberon asks Belen, and then turns to speak to the priest. "We can politely knock, which would potentially warn anyone inside of our arrival, or we can jump the gate, and potentially be arrested for trespassing, especially if foul play has occurred inside and we're caught leaving the place. Thoughts?"


Perception: [roll0] looking for signs of a break in, or a struggle.

[dantiesilva]

"To be honest I am not sure at the moment. With luck I should be able to find what I am looking for come the morning, however one can never be certain of things in such a large place." Ryl replies kindly enough to the older gentleman behind the counter. Upon hearing what was for dinner Ryl's eyes alight with a glow as he licks his lips in anticipation. " I hope it is as good as my parents used to make it." he says placing the two gold pieces on the table before taking the key for his room. "I assume I may sit anywhere, or do you have assigned seats for specific rooms? I know back in my home certain groups of people tend to sit together and I wouldn't want to seem rude or cause a fight in your fine establishment." Ryl remarks to the older man behind the desk wanting to make a good impression on him incase he would have to stay more than one night.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark studies the building intently before making his decision. “I say we enter politely at first. I’m not exactly built for climbing, and we to approach honestly if Leonel is to trust us. Plus, if we get caught and nothing’s wrong… we will look more than a bit foolish.” He thinks for a moment. “Alternatively, one of us could knock and enter that way while the other sneaks in over the wall. If Leonel is in danger, a distraction may be our best resource.”

Perception for any signs of a struggle: [roll0]

[grifter730]

Oberon

"Great idea!" Oberon tells the priest. "I can do the sneaking. I'll jump over the fence from the side or the back as you knock. Just give me a moment to get to the other side first."

Also waiting on the Perception results before moving forward.

[DyerMaker]

Maria: Having examined the bone in the glass, Maria determines that it is one of the metacarpals of the hand, possibly of the 2nd or 3rd digit, due to its length. The bone looks old, aged with a few pits and black on both ends.

Oberon: Seeing no signs of a break in at the gate, Oberon decides to scale the back wall while Roark knocks on the front gate.

Roark: Roark knocks on the front gate as Belén assists, calling out in her soft voice; Leonel, Leonel, its me, Belén! Moments later a gruff voice is heard behind the wooden gate; Uh, Belin, is that you? Are yu'n alone? It's me, Sam. I can't let'cha in if'n ya with others.


Ryl: Why yes, sit anywhere you like. ... Entering the dining room there are only two people currently seated. A middle-aged human male and a young-looking half-elf woman sit at a table near the bar. There are brown cloths on each table with place settings prepared. A server, a tall human man with slick-backed black hair and a brown apron approaches you with a gently smile, Good evening sir, sit anywhere you'd like. I'll be with you shortly.

[Eldest]

Maria shrugs and pockets the bone. She'd seen odder tips.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark turns to Belén, speaking under his breath. "Do you recognise this voice?" Waiting for her to answer in the affirmative, he prepares his next words for the man behind the gate. "Sam, I am Father Roark Alba of the church of Sarenrae. I am aware you have a job to do, but we have grave news for Leonel concerning Bella. Turn us away if you must, but do not do so without letting your master know that her life is in imminent danger, and that I am here to help rescue her."

If Belén doesn't know the voice, Roark will remain silent and let her do the talking.
Diplomacy: [roll0]

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Jumping over the fence, Oberon quickly examines the window and then peeks inside to see if there's any quick sign of a struggle.

He quietly moves forward towards the front entrance, hoping to overhear any discussion that might arise.


Perception (examine window, if any): [roll0]
Perception (peek inside, if there's a window): [roll1]
Stealth: [roll2]
Perception (listen to Roark's conversation): [roll3]

[DrK]

Rufus

the lanky gusnlinger shakes his head sadly at the lac of information from the messenger. "You must know somthing Zhou. What business is your master in? Where are his offices, where does he work? I've know servants and they talk, the maid talks to the cleaner who talks to.... You get my drift. If you think you are protecting your Master by not sharding with Miss Alice you are sadly mistkaken and your master will be found floating in the bay dead one day." Looking back to Alice he leans in, whispering quietly "What has this man got himself involved in to earn the ire of the such a nasty gang?"

[dantiesilva]

Taking note of the layout of the room Ryl noticed the only people in the inn seemed to be sitting at the bar at the moment. And knowing them, if they were like anyone else who sat at a bar, if you got them drunk enough, paid attention, and had luck on your side you could learn a great deal of information. "Thank you." Ryl says to the server before making his way over to the bar, sitting a few seats down from the two people already there. "So do you two have any suggestions on drinks? I have never stayed at this inn before." Ryl says casully to the pair, trying to start small conversation and open a few doors.

[Blinkbear]

Rufus

the lanky gusnlinger shakes his head sadly at the lac of information from the messenger. "You must know somthing Zhou. What business is your master in? Where are his offices, where does he work? I've know servants and they talk, the maid talks to the cleaner who talks to.... You get my drift. If you think you are protecting your Master by not sharding with Miss Alice you are sadly mistkaken and your master will be found floating in the bay dead one day." Looking back to Alice he leans in, whispering quietly "What has this man got himself involved in to earn the ire of the such a nasty gang?"

"I have no idea. I just know that his girlfriend is missing. He just came in today as a client. But it feels like it might be best to bring him in, right?"

[DyerMaker]

Maria: Pocketing the bone, Maria feels an unusual warm sensation from the bone in her pocket. It's atypical for sure. Curious about what it could be, the little brass bell rings as another potential patron walks in; a muscular half-orc who's more human than orc with light brown skin, no presence of tusks but the heavy brow and overstated jawline are dead giveaways to the visitor's heritage. He approaches the bar; Hey, uh, you see Molly here? She come here? I'm her friend, Brak.

Roark: Belén shrugs when Roark mentions if Sam's voice is recognizable; Maybe? He seems to know me. After Roark's conversation with Sam beyond the fence, the latch releases and a burly, tall human with shoulder-length brown hair opens the gate. He wears leather armor and holds a short sword with a crossbow and bolt quiver equipped to his back. Hi Belin, ok, so you know where miss Bella is? Beyond the gate is a stately manor. The home of Leonel.

Oberon: Peering inside a double window of Leonel's manor, Oberon witnesses a young Varisian man pacing about and talking with an older, balding man in green and yellow robes. The conversation seems intense. There are no signs of trouble or forced entry. It's hard to make out the conversation between Roark and the guard, but Oberon does notice that the burly, tall human opens the gate for Roark and Belén.

Rufus: Rufus presses Zhou for more information, but receives a blank look in return. Zhou looks down at his feet and looks back up again. Master Leonel wanted Miss Alice to have the correspondence. He said the contents were found in the middle of his dining table. Nothing but this Miss Alice. I know nothing more.

Ryl: The man looks over at Ryl; Wine. You can't go wrong with the grape.


Alice: Alice questions whether or not they should bring Leonel into the office for more questioning. The hour is getting late.

[grifter730]

Oberon

Seeing the guard open the gate, Oberon felt foolish for sneaking about, spying on people whom he had no business spying on. Tracing his footsteps, and making sure to avoid the window, Oberon walks back to the entrance to join the priest and Belén again. The guard would surely be surprised to have another person joining the party, best to get to the point. "We need to speak to your master. We ran into Belladonna, and she's in trouble."

[dantiesilva]

"I see, thank you." Ryl says as he waits to be served ordering a glass of the wine he was suggested before going silent. Simply eating his food it would seem, when in fact he was taking his time to try and see if he could hear anything of importance. However when the server comes by he puts his fork down, making sure no food was in his mouth before speaking. "This meal is truly amazing, compliments to the chef. However that is not the only reason I stopped you, I was wondering if you knew a man by the name of Oberon. It seems we got separated in the markets, and I wasn't able to find him before I had to retire for the night."

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark gives no obvious response to Belen's answer - he'll have to size Sam up for himself. He takes in the view of the mansion as the gate opens, and of the man who opened it. "We'd rather speak to Mr Coruna directly. We've gone through a lot of trouble to get here-" he points to the mark the boot left on his jaw, "-and we'd prefer that, with a matter as delicate and as deeply personal as this, he be the first to know. I'm sure you'd understand if you were in his shoes."

Sense Motive: [roll0]

[Blinkbear]

Alice thinks for a moment, then nods and addresses Rufus:

"I think it's best if we ask Leonel ourselves. Would you accompany me?"

[Eldest]

Maria is about to pull out the bone for a second look when the bell rings. The hand hangs in the air, after an aborted grab at her pocket, until she consciously drops it. I've had a Molly in here today, aye.

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus looks at Zhou and then glances at Alice before nodding. "Yes. Of course. Best be safe, I know this gang, they are not to be trifled with." He looks at Zhou, "Please take us to your master as fast as possible, we would like to speak more with him. Take us a slightly circuitous route and to a back entrance. Best make sure your master's house isn't being watched by any gang members."

[DyerMaker]

Oberon: Joining Roark and Belén, Oberon implores Sam to let them speak with Leonel.

Roark: Roark has no hunch about Sam either way. The guard let's the three of you in, then locks the gate behind you; Uh, you have ta leave ur weapons with me, in tha basket, front door. That's rules. Sam walks over to the door. I'll be back. Sam returns moments later, Uh, master Leonel says to wait in the foyay with me, ok. Sam watches as any weapons you have are left in the basket at the front door. He even pats you down, but not Belén to make certain you don't sneak anything inside. The home is well decorated in the modern style of the day. The foyer is cozy for the four of you. Two men can be heard arguing in an adjacent, central room.

Ryl: The server stops, he is a tall human man with slick-backed black hair. He pauses to consider the question for a moment; Actually, I do know Master Oberon. He taught my wife and I in the martial arts. I can have him paged for you in the morning if you'd like?

Alice & Rufus: Zhou leads Alice and Rufus in a round-about way to the residence of Leonel. Zhou arrives at the front gate; There is no back entrance, sir. He knocks, Sam, Sam, it's Zhou, let me in. There is a simple sign upon the solid wooden gate; Under Guard — No Trespassing.

Maria: My Molly, I'll bet ya. She stay'n here with you? Coz, she ain't in the usual places. You tell 'er Brak's here and I need my coin! Brak seems agitated, building toward anger.

[Hella Lugosi]

"I understand." Roark smiles politely at Sam as he opens the gate. He gives up his scimitar and dagger as he enters the manor. Ah well, it's not like I'd be much use in a fight up close. He stays quiet as he waits in the foyer, trying not to give anything away.

Perception to listen to the argument: [roll0]

[dantiesilva]

"I would greatly appreciate that, finding the man on my own would have been a nightmare. I will pay whatever the cost is for the message of course. Simply tell him Ryl is waiting here for him as he missed our meeting place yesterday. He will understand." Ryl says kindly as he continues to eat his food.

If nothing else catches his intrest Ryl will retire to his room for the night.

[grifter730]

Oberon walks calmly in along with the priest and Belén, discarding his worn bo staff along with the rest of the weapons without any fanfare. "The best weapon," he addresses the guardsman, "is one you never think about."


Perception to overhear the conversation: [roll0]

[DrK]

Rufus

The gunslinger looks about at the street and surrounding streets. Hands resting on the handle of the pistol he scans the area looking around to see if he can spot anything out if the ordinary, or more worryingly any gang members from his slightly shady past. As they approach the house he pulls at Alice's sleeve, "Lets hang back, don't let people think we are with Zhou over there. We don't to get mixed up if we don't need to. When the door opens we can pop into the house at the last possible moment." Slowing down he lets Zhou approach the house and waits for trouble.


[roll0]

[Blinkbear]

Alice nods and stays in the shadow besides Rufus, also observing what's happening.

[Eldest]

"Your" Molly walked out the same pair o'doors you're going out of. She glares at the half-orc. Or I'mma call over my bouncer and yer gettin' kicked out them doors.

Bluff!
[roll0]
Intimidate!
[roll1]
Spending 1/2 rounds of luck here, and hoping it goes well...

[DyerMaker]

Roark & Oberon: Roark attempts to listen in on the conversation, only hearing a few coarse words now and again. Sam interjects, Sum body knock at gate, I will be back, don't move. Belén waits patiently. Oberon places his staff in the basket, which doesn't quite fit, and remarks to Sam about weapons you don't think about. Sam retorts, Yur a funny guy, hahahaha. Don't move. Oberon is able to overhear the conversation. The two men and speaking about coin. How much was lent to Leonel by the other man, whose name is never mentioned. The lender is upset, he calls Leonel incompetent, he mentions sending him back to Korvosa packed in sardines. The sum is 20,000 gold measure. The lender insists that Leonel repay the coin with interest in 24 hours. There is no mention of Bella except as an excuse by Leonel.

Ryl: Any tip you see fit, will do. I'll make certain master Oberon is summoned at first light., the server departs gracefully. Ryl then departs to his room which is nicely furnished and provided with fresh fruit and wine.

Alice & Rufus: Zhou continues to pound on the gate when it is opened by a burly human. Zhou, you ar' back. Nice. Who ar' these people? What they want? Zhou informs Sam that Miss Alice was hired by master Leonel to find mistress Bella. Sam nods and lets you in the gate; Uh, there are some oth'r people waiting in lobby. You wait too.

Maria: Barking at Brak, Maria stuns the brute. Hmm, okay ... I'll be back if I can't find her. The bone continues to warm her pocket.

[grifter730]

Oberon

Oberon smiles solemnly as Sam departs, immediately going towards the door Sam left behind, opening it a crack. Might be Belladonna's captors. Oberon disregards Leonel's conversation for now, feeling he's already gotten the gist of it, and instead focuses his attention towards the entrance.

From what he's gathered from Leonel's conversation, it seems very likely that Belladonna's disappearance is no coincidence, though even if it's not related to this, it's possible it's related to some other scheme Leonel's involved in. Either way, they were just attacked moments ago, the perpetrators may be here for Leonel now.

Oberon turns towards the priest. "Seems we may be receiving unpleasant guests here. Best to prepare for the worst."

[dantiesilva]

"For a swift and speedy delivery." Ryl says taking out a gold piece and handing it to the man.

Once in his room Ryl sets the his light crossbow on the bedside table pointing at the door, never one to take a chance, before making sure to lock the window and draw the curtains so no one could see inside. Once completed the mage sets his back down on the bed and covers it under the blankets, making it appear like he was sleeping in the bed before picking up his crossbow once more and retreating to the corner furthest from the door that would still allow him to keep the window and door within his sight incase someone tried to enter before closing his eyes for the night, slumped up against the wall.

Taking 20 on a disguise check to make his backpack look like someone is sleeping in the bed for a total of 24

Unless he is woken up by someone trying to break in he will be doing nothing more this night.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark tenses slightly at the mention of the new visitors, but does his best to hide his true emotions. He keeps his eyes focused on the entrance to the lobby, expecting the worst to come in. "Shame. I was hoping for a quiet evening."

[Blinkbear]

Alice raises an eyebrow when she looks at Rufus, as if asking You want to come? After all, it was not his duty, but then again, he sticked with her that far... She nods to the burly man and advances towards him. Once she has reached him, she looks up to him and says very lowly but also very seriously. "So be it, but it is of great importance that we speak to Master Leonel soon. I might as well say that it's a matter of life and death. Make sure he knows I am here."


If you need a roll for diplomacy, here we go: [roll0].

[DyerMaker]

Oberon is suspicious of who might be coming through the gate and mentions this to Father Roark.
Roark tenses slightly but remains focused.
Ryl sets up for the evening, taking precautions should his evening be interrupted. He hears a slight sound near the room's entrance as a placard is slid under the door.
Berengir makes certain that Truk makes it home for the evening before crashing at the pub.
Alice and Rufus proceed toward the manor as Sam lets them through the gate. Zhou is curious why Sam was slow to open the gate.
Maria now has an empty pub as the evening seems to drag when the half-elf from earlier who inquired about the Black Sahuagin returns and takes a seat at the bar; Ale please.

Leonel enters through the dining area and into the living room. He is an attractive young man, early twenties, of Varisian heritage. Leonel is casually dressed and looks as if he hasn't slept recently and possibly a bit manic. Come in, come in, please take a seat. Sam, why has, our guests have been waiting in the foyer, please, may I offer you something to drink. Leonel approaches Belén and gives her a brief hug; Why, what are you doing here, and Ms. Alice, this is unexpected, please, tell me who these people are and what is going on? Is there word of Bella? Leonel is overtly anxious.

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus looks at Alice with a concerned expression. "Hmm... other people waiting. A death sentence from a violent gang. Its never a good thing Alice. Be wary and keep a weapon close." Making sure to step a ahead of Alice he follows the others in keeping his eyes and ears alert for trouble. Looking at Zhou as they walk in he whispers quietly Eh, Zhou, was your master expecting any visitors? Or is this a bad vibe situation?"

[dantiesilva]

Ryl quietly mumbles underneath his breath the workings of a spell, before long a eagle with wings as like that of molten lava appears in the room. "Grab that please." Ryl says to the bird in infernal under his breath incase anyone was listening reading the poster when the eagle drops it before him. "Good girl." Ryl says digging into his pocket and throwing a piece of jerky into the air for a reward.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark instinctively stands as Leonel enters the room. Initially wary of the new visitors, he sees that Leonel trusts them enough to speak of Bella's disappearance around them, and so decides to explain the situation. "Mr Coruna, I am Father Roark Alba of the Church of Sarenrae. I and my colleague-" He gestures to Oberon. "-rescued Bella from a pair of thugs earlier today. She told us about you and how she was taken, and we were escorting her back to you when we were..." He trails off, his voice beginning to falter. "Set upon. Outnumbered, they took her from us and left us unconscious. Belén found us lying in the street and directed us to you."

[Eldest]

Maria serves the man his ale, asks him to wait a moment before more business comes up, with all apologies, I must attend to another patron for a moment. She goes back to warn Molly of the possible "friend" of hers appearing, and warn Berengir of his newly drafted duty as backup in case the man comes back. She then returns to the man nursing his ale, not five minutes later. How can I help ye?

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon stays relaxed, prepared to lash out at the first sign of danger as the new guests arrived. He was surprised to see Leonel address them in a friendly manner, and assumed they were friends, or at least acquaintances. If they were involved in Belladonna's disappearance, it wasn't done in a direct manner.

He wanted to let the others speak first, but the priest responded first. Oberon paid careful attention to the other guests' reactions when Belladonna's name was mentioned, but otherwise he stayed quiet.

[DyerMaker]

Rufus was surprised to see other people waiting to speak with Leonel. In asking Zhou if this was expected, the servant responded; Nothing these days has been expected.
Ryl looks at the placard. It is an invitation to a theatrical party for Lady Seichya of House Tevineg (prominent servants of Asmodeus). The address of the home is near the edge of the Puddles and Foreign Quarter. The party begins at 10pm tomorrow evening.
Roark speaks to Leonel about Belladonna's rescue and subsequent kidnapping and mentions Belén's witness in his comments. Belén confirms his story for her part.
Maria leaves the female half-elf for a moment and then returns. The half-elf pulls her hood tighter to shadow her face, then pushes a small bag of coin across the bar. Here's the 200 measure. I need information on the Black soon, 48 hours.
Oberon stays quiet and observes.

Leonel speaks; Sam, you make take leave to the gate. Zhou, stay here for now. He calls another servant from the dining area, Ostlin please escort Ms. Belén to her residence. ... I love my wife and will do anything for her safe return. Thank you Father Roark and you Mr. Oberon for your part in aiding my beloved. Ms. Alice, here, is in my employ. I trust her and her judgement. I leave the matter in her hands and ask that you work together to bring my Belladonna home to me, and if it is written, her friend Anna as well. Everyone will be compensated, of course. Now, if you'll excuse me I have many matters with which to attend and all things weigh heavily upon me at this moment. If there are no instant questions, Leonel takes his leave.

[Eldest]

Maria quirks an eyebrow. Forty-eight hours. That's quita rush job ya got there. Ya had some friends in here earlier, by th'way, askin' after ya. I told 'em I don't sell out clients. She leans on the table and watches the half-elf for a reaction, curious.

Sense motive? Ignore if unneeded.
[roll0]

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark nods politely as Leonel makes his leave. "May the Dawnflower protect them. My church is in the Coins district, if you need me. It's hard to miss." He turns to Alice, noticing the gunslinger standing by her side. "It's a small mercy the pair of you are here - we were outnumbered just getting here, we're going to need all the manpower we can in finding the two of them. Now, where has your investigation led you thus far?"

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Leonel seems confident of the duo's abilities, and seemed a bit too stressed. It'd be unlikely he would provide any info that the investigators hadn't already asked, even so... Oberon clears his throat, "Leonel, is it possible that whatever businesses you're dealing with may have something to do with Belladonna's disappearance? Perhaps for revenge or leverage of some sort? Anyone upset at you? Maybe there's some historical bad blood between you and someone else?"

[dantiesilva]

"This is no simple coincidence my friend." Ryl says softly as he reads over the invitation once more, trying to remember what he could of the Tevineg House, and the person throwing the party Lady Seichya.


Sadly I will know very little, even less if she or the family is not known for magic.

Knowledge Arcane [roll0]
Knowledge The Planes [roll1]

"If I play my cards correctly I could easily learn much about this city and how it works from attending this party, however it is very easy to be made to look like a fool when one attends such a ball without knowing something about everyone attending. A dangerous game I shall have to dance if I am to learn anything of importance."

[DyerMaker]

Maria mentions to her client that 48 hours is a rush job and that some friends were in looking for her earlier. The half elf replies; I saw them. Those fools are too obvious. Can you get the info or should I 'ply elsewhere? By the way, you can call me Juno. Maria has no hunches about Juno otherwise, watching her sip at her ale.
Roark wished Leonel well and turns to Alice and Rufus to inquire about the progress of their investigation.
Oberon clears his throat, "Leonel, is it possible that whatever businesses you're dealing with may have something to do with Belladonna's disappearance? Perhaps for revenge or leverage of some sort? Leonel replies; No, those avenues have been turned, and turned again. I wish it were that simple. My wife would be sleeping soundly in this very home.
Ryl considers his options about the party referenced from the placard. Sadly, he has no recent or past recalls concerning House Tevineg.

How will your characters finish the evening?

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon nods at Leonel, letting the man go, and turns to the priests and the others. Roark was already speaking to them, and Oberon waited for a pause in the conversation before offering his hand. "I'm Oberon, a pleasure to meet you. I'm not quite sure why I'm doing this, but here we are," he spreads out his arms in defeat.

"As the good priest here has mentioned, we need all the help we can get. I've already taken one bullet, and would prefer to be doing the injuring and not being the injured. As such, I may have one other fellow who may be able to help us out. It is getting late, but I figure it'd be best to keep moving instead of stalling. Perhaps I can go fetch him while you three discuss the situation?"

How far away is Ryl's temple or wherever it is he was staying at? Oberon has no clue that he's currently out at a tavern/inn, but it'd be natural for him to try to visit the temple, especially since he missed their appointment for the day.

[DrK]

Roark nods politely as Leonel makes his leave. "May the Dawnflower protect them. My church is in the Coins district, if you need me. It's hard to miss." He turns to Alice, noticing the gunslinger standing by her side. "It's a small mercy the pair of you are here - we were outnumbered just getting here, we're going to need all the manpower we can in finding the two of them. Now, where has your investigation led you thus far?"


Oberon:

Leonel seems confident of the duo's abilities, and seemed a bit too stressed. It'd be unlikely he would provide any info that the investigators hadn't already asked, even so... Oberon clears his throat, "Leonel, is it possible that whatever businesses you're dealing with may have something to do with Belladonna's disappearance? Perhaps for revenge or leverage of some sort? Anyone upset at you? Maybe there's some historical bad blood between you and someone else?"


Oberon:

Oberon nods at Leonel, letting the man go, and turns to the priests and the others. Roark was already speaking to them, and Oberon waited for a pause in the conversation before offering his hand. "I'm Oberon, a pleasure to meet you. I'm not quite sure why I'm doing this, but here we are," he spreads out his arms in defeat.

"As the good priest here has mentioned, we need all the help we can get. I've already taken one bullet, and would prefer to be doing the injuring and not being the injured. As such, I may have one other fellow who may be able to help us out. It is getting late, but I figure it'd be best to keep moving instead of stalling. Perhaps I can go fetch him while you three discuss the situation?"

How far away is Ryl's temple or wherever it is he was staying at? Oberon has no clue that he's currently out at a tavern/inn, but it'd be natural for him to try to visit the temple, especially since he missed their appointment for the day.

Rufus looks up at the people gathered around and listens even more closely as Alice is introduced and the man in charge makes an offer of helping each other. He nods to the people gathered. Rufus, God's blessing on you." Looking at them more closely he grins inwardly as he takes in their handy looking nature - they may be able to assist him in his business with the refugess over the next few days. Looknig at the others he begins with a wary "Befroe we start helping strangers whats been happening? And what you needing a hand with?"

[Eldest]

Maria scoffs. O'course I can get the information.

If we're wrapping up for the night of activities, Maria would clean up, make sure Berengir is safe and same for Molly, and then go to bed. Tomorrow she'd spend the early part of the day gathering info.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon pauses and looks at the man addressing them. He dresses the part of a gunslinger, and looks to be more likely to kidnap Belladonna than rescue her, but he's with the woman under Leonel's employ. "As the good priest here mentioned, the lady Belladonna ran into us while under pursuit by a pair of men. We were on our way to take her back to her home here when we were waylaid. I took a bullet, and Roark received a good head pounding. She was gone by the time we awoke. My understanding is that Ms. Alice under Leonel's employ, which I took to presume means that it's her job to find Belladonna. Whether or not you help strangers is your choice, perhaps you and Ms. Alice prefers to work alone, but Belladonna was under my care when she last disappeared, and it simply will not do for word to spread that someone could be taken from me and not suffer a great a deal of consequences, the kind of consequences that will require as much help as possible, so I'm off to gather more help."

[DyerMaker]

Oberon implores the group to keep moving and isn't sure why he's doing this. He then answers Rufus' question by telling the gunslinger that, "it simply will not do for word to spread that someone could be taken from me and not suffer a great a deal of consequences."
OOC: Ryl's temple is in the Ascendant Court district an adjacent district to Green Ridge.
Rufus looks at the others, "Before we start helping strangers whats been happening? And what you needing a hand with?"
Maria scoffs. "O'course I can get the information." The half elf nods, pulling her hood tight before leaving a silver on the bar as a tip and leaving the bar; See ya in two. Maria cleans the bar and locks up for the night.
Alice mentions that everyone should return to their flats or homes and meet at her office an hour past first light, stating that, "There's not much we'll get done before then."

OOC: What is the group's decision? How do you finish the evening. Otherwise, Alice's suggestion will be the course of action.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark nods at Oberon's explanation, and lets him depart. "Godspeed friend. Meet me tomorrow morning at my church, I should be finishing a service shortly after sunrise. Bring your help, if they are willing to cooperate. Then we can resume looking for her." As Oberon leaves, he turns to the pair of investigators. "My good friend is right. We were outnumbered merely getting here, and quite frankly I wouldn't favour our odds if just the two of us were looking for Bella. She told us that her friend was kidnapped as well, so if they're able to hold multiple captives, I shudder to think how many prisoners they may have, let alone how many may be guarding them." He collects his thoughts. "Before she was taken again, she mentioned a pub where the two of them were first kidnapped. The Doxy. Now, whether the two of you want to help us or not, I will be there tomorrow morning. If you want to find her, I suggest you do the same." Straightening his collar against the cold night air, Roark readies himself to depart.

Unless anyone has any other questions, Roark will head back to his home and rest, before heading to his church some time around sunrise.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

After setting a time to meet and getting directions for Alice's office, Oberon departs for Ryl's temple. It was late, and his pride generally didn't let him ask for help, but they were clearly outnumbered by an extremely organized gang. Ryl and his eidolon could prove to be the difference maker in the inevitable encounter. With that thought in mind, Oberon made haste.

Oberon will go first to Ryl's temple, and since he's not there, he'll leave a message apologizing for missing their meeting, and providing directions and a time to meet tomorrow at Alice's office. He doesn't provide too much explanation in the message, beyond that it may be a matter of life and death for him, and should Ryl or his eidolon be up for such a challenge, they should come.

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus looks at the men before looking to Alice for a lead. "Aye, if the Lady agrees the more hands to the task should be safer. If she's been taken by the Sahguain it'll be bloody work getting her back. You'd best prepare for it. As to the Doxy..."

[roll0]


He looks about at the others- "What say we have drinks and get to know one another. I'm Rufus Kellani. Who fancies a drink? there's plenty of nice places nearby.

[DyerMaker]

The next morning brings a host of questions to the minds of everyone.
Oberon is summoned by Ryl via messenger to The Anvil & Ivy, a very good inn within the Green Ridge district.
Maria sleeps in knowing that she doesn't have to open until noon with one full day plus most of a second to prepare for the Theatrical party.
Berengir considers his options for the day.
Alice wakes early, pacing a bit as she considers the unfolding events.
Rufus is slightly hungover from last night's drinking. The Doxy is known for its proximation to the docks and its place of both legal and illegal commerce.
Roark rises early to greet his congregation.
Ryl awaits word from Oberon.

This round should be a time of PC to PC dialog, a monologue or self-propelled turn by your character. I'll follow up afterward with a post to bring it all together.

[Eldest]

Maria wakes up and goes around to her contacts, hitting them up for anything they know about the upcoming party and the Black.

[roll0] Diplomacy for gather information (party)
[roll1] Diplomacy for gather information (Black)

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark heads over to his church to perform morning prayer with his congregation. The ceremony is pleasant enough, if a little rushed, as Roark has other things on his mind. As his church empties, Roark takes a seat in one of the pews, waiting for Oberon to arrive.

Today's prepared spells:
0th Level: Read Magic, Detect Magic, Light
1st Level: Obscuring Mist, Burning Disarm, Shield of Faith

[DrK]

Rufus

Bleary eyed and ruffled from where he fell asleep in his clothes on the floor of his small flophouse Rufus is woken up when the maid arrives but at least is rewarded as she brings a steaming mug of cheap kaf to help to start to restore his state. The previous night had been a blur but they had seemed like a confident bunch and if he could help them rescue this Belladonna lady and poke an eye in the Sahguain gang he would happily join them. In return they may then help him with his problem. From what he'd been told he had a few days before the ship with the refugees arrived.

Checking the pistol was loaded and ready at his waist he headed out into the streets looking for Miss Alice and then from there heading down to the church to meet Roark and Oberon. Arriving at the church he opens the doors and head in cautiously - its been a long time since he's entered any GOd's house that wasn't Cayden's - and waves his hat at Roark. "Morning. You were wiser than I, my head feels like a dozen drummers pounding the beat."

[dantiesilva]

Ryl

As the morning sun rose the next day the young summoner collected his belongings, making the bed properly and making sure the room was tidy and clean before opening the door to his room, the invitation to the ball in his pack, as he made his way down the stairs for morning breakfast. "Well good morning everyone, I hope you are all doing well. I was curious does the price I pay last night include breakfast in the morning? If not how much do you charge while I wait for my friend?" he asked polietly, showing the utmost respect for the owner of the establishment.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon was pleasantly surprised to have received a summons by Ryl. Knowing that the two would meet in the morning put his mind at ease, and since he was nearby, decided that he would simply pay for a night's rent at the Anvil & Ivy where Ryl was supposedly staying. It was quite late by the time he arrived, so he set his internal clock to wake before first light, and went straight to sleep.

The previous day's action must have taken a toll on Oberon, since he overslept. By the time he awoke, the sun had already risen, and as he went to the commons area, he found Ryl enjoying speaking to another person.

Oberon smiled solemnly as he approached the man, the eidolon nowhere in sight at the moment. "It is good to see you, my friend," Oberon greeted him. "Apologies for missing yesterday's appointment, I have much to tell you, but we're running short on time, so it's best if we move as we talk. Should you choose to not pursue this dangerous undertaking, you can always go back here, but there's a meeting I must attend to now. Shall we go?"


Assuming that Ryl does go, Oberon will spill every detail of his encounter the previous day, starting with seeing his old friend, running into Bella and Roark, all the way until the night's end. dantiesilva if you need the actual details (not sure how much of everyone's interactions you've read), just let me know.

In any case, he would tell Ryl all the details as they walk to Roark's church to meet up with the gang. And then weren't we supposed to meet at Alice's office...?

[dantiesilva]

"And I you Oberon, I was worried when you didn't arrive for our normal training session. I hope everything is well." Ryl says kindly, though a hint of worry enters his voice towards the end. " I do not see why I can not spare some time to help you, at least for a short time. I have a ball to attend it seems tonight." the scholar looking man explains to his warrior friend as they depart the Anvil & Ivy.

"So what exactly is this all about Oberon? I am mostly following you out of curiosity as it has to be something important for you to have missed your sparring session the other day." Ryl explains his reasons for joining Oberon as they make haste to their destination, listening closely to what his friend told him.

I do not read anything not intended for my character sadly due to the fact it would be OOC knowledge and I sometimes am known to blur that line with small things like what two characters actually shared with one another while one was not there.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark raises his head as Rufus enters, standing to greet him. "Ah, welcome friend. I would offer you some wine, but I fear I already know your answer. Feel free to take a pew while we wait for the others. Do you know anything of this Doxy place?"

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon had just enough time to give Ryl the details of the previous day's events. They arrived at the church, and Oberon opens the door for Ryl, waiting to see if the man would join them in this dangerous endeavor or not. He had no reason to help out a stranger. Oberon himself was uncertain if he'd be so readily helpful if his pride and reputation weren't on the line.

I provided an outline of what Oberon would've told Ryl in the OOC thread.

[DyerMaker]

Maria reaches out to her contacts and in doing so, bumps into Rufus, an old friend from time past. Rufus is on his way to meet some friends. Maria recalls that Rufus had some dealing with the Black Sahuagin, but she could not remember what it was. 1) The Black Sahuagin primarily operates out of the Puddles district. 2) Their leader is known as Leviathan. 3) They were once as powerful as the Bloody Barbers but little is known of their downfall. 4) The Doxy was a known hangout of Black Sahuagin members. 5) No one seems to know about the party tomorrow evening. If they do, they're not talking.
Roark finishes his sermon and waits for Oberon and the others to arrive.
Ryl enjoys a complimentary breakfast while waiting for Oberon to arrive. Once the monk joins Ryl the two discuss the kidnapping and circumstances at hand. After some time, they meet Roark at his church. Ryl has a party to attend tomorrow evening.
Rufus tends to his hangover and while on his way to Roark's church, he meets the Maria, a bartending half-drow from his distant past. The two walk together toward the church.

Alice does not join the group. After waiting for her more than an hour. The group must make a decision on whether to move on or not. There is a heavy KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK at the door to the church. Messenger service, sir. A youthful male voice can be heard on the opposite side of the door.

Does Maria join the group now or later? Who will take care of the Lion's Pride? Molly perhaps? Berengir?

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark greets the two strangers to his church with open arms. "Welcome! I am sorry that we have to meet under such messy circumstances."

Upon hearing the knock, Roark assumes that Alice was finally rejoining them, but stops in his tracks upon hearing the male voice. Cautious, he peers under the door to try and see the number of silhouettes standing outside. If there is only one, Roark will venture outside to receive the message. "Who sent you?"

Perception to look under the door: [roll0]
If there's more than one person outside, Roark will just converse with the messenger from behind the door.

[dantiesilva]

As the two walked, Ryl listened patiently and quietly, allowing his friend to explain everything that had happened in detail this way neither would have a misunderstanding later down the road. At last Ryl speaks up, each word carefully chosen. "It seems you simply enjoy walking around the marketplace waiting for someone to need help, I can not fault you on such actions. If my own mission was not so important I highly doubt I would not be doing the same thing. However my family line is at stake, and that is something I can not put aside." Ryl explains calmly, keeping his thoughts collected.

"However you say this woman you tried to rescue said their were in fact others with her being held prisoner. Given the fact I have family I am looking for within this city I can not turn a blind eye to such a crime, espically if one of the women could be my niece." Ryl continues as they near the temple, taking note of the symbol to which the church worshiped before looking at his friend. " I hope whoever we are going to meet inside is well aware of my beliefs and will not try attacking my friends should they choose to join us in this fight. After all when it comes to religion many people have a hard time allowing followers of other faiths into their own temple." Ryl points out, showing the holy symbol to Asmendous around his neck.

Upon meeting the stranger who seemed to run the church, Ryl extends his hand, the sleeve of his robe rolling up slightly as he does so. "It is good to meet you as well. My name is Ryl Aufein, heir to the Aufein family. Before we get started do you have an open area I could use quickly, I believe our muteral friend wished for an aquaintance of mine to join us?" Ryl asks showing respect to the priest for Ryl was not in his own temple, but one of another deity.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon pauses at the doorsteps of the church, looking at Ryl, and then at the symbol of the church. It never occurred to him that the priest might shun Ryl. Oberon himself had no use for the church, and never really paid them much attention, thus he was at a loss as to Roark's beliefs. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure who the priest worshipped. "Ah... I suppose we'll find out soon enough. Roark's a pleasant enough fellow, but one never knows, I suppose."

When the knock at the door came, Oberon's first thought was that it was Alice, but then the young man's voice proved otherwise. Roark took the correct approach using caution. Oberon himself stealthily moved next to the door, his back to the wall, ready to attack anyone if they crash in.

[dantiesilva]

" I sure hope you are right my friend." Ryl says a hint of doubt in his voice, after all he had meet the young fighter in the markets when Ryl had been being attacked because of his companion and one true friend. Thinking of his eioldon only made him wish to call it forth now at this moment, however he knew it would not be the best of times at this exact moment, better to wait until he was inside.

[DyerMaker]

Ryl and Oberon discuss the nuances of religion and respecting the temple of another deity as Oberon explains his lack of need for religion of any kind. All believe that Alice has finally arrived, but the male voice at the door to the church changes that assumption. Roark approaches the door and sees only one silhouette.

Roark opens the door to find a young half-elf male dressed in messenger clothing. There are several such "runners" who are employed throughout Absalom to deliver correspondence. This messenger wears a bright orange sash from shoulder to hip placing him in the employ of the Navigators, a known service. The half elf presents a small wooden box and speaks in an upbeat manner; Good morning sir, I have a delivery for this address. I apologise but no name was registered. He hands the box to Roark.
OOC: It is customary to tip runners.

[Eldest]

Maria hurries through the street, shoulders hunched against the crowd, when she gets clipped by a man traveling the other way. Spinning 'round to curse him and his mother, she recognized Rufus from bygone days. Rufus! It's been ages! How are you?

[DrK]

Roark raises his head as Rufus enters, standing to greet him. "Ah, welcome friend. I would offer you some wine, but I fear I already know your answer. Feel free to take a pew while we wait for the others. Do you know anything of this Doxy place?"

Rufus nods and gladly takes some wine. "Nothing like the scales of the fish that but you eh!

Aye I know the Doxy. A sorrier cess pit you'd struggle to find. Hide your purse and keep your weapons handy" He sits for a while before they leave nursing his hangover like an old friend.


Maria hurries through the street, shoulders hunched against the crowd, when she gets clipped by a man traveling the other way. Spinning 'round to curse him and his mother, she recognized Rufus from bygone days. Rufus! It's been ages! How are you?

Rufus looks out of his bleary eyes before recognising the woman in front of him. "Maria, darling it's been too long. You still tending bar. Come, you'll be handy where we are going. I've not seen you since I got back from Sea. What you been doing?" He chats happily as he follows the others to all meet up before searching for this woman.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon looks at the priest as he's handed a box by the messenger. He raises an eyebrow inquiringly, nodding at the box.

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark gingerly takes the box from the messenger's hands, and hands him five copper pieces in return. "Thank you, son." As soon as the messenger is out of sight, Roark slams the door to the church shut. Leaning against the temple wall, he takes a deep breath, and opens the box.

[DyerMaker]

The group stands about as Roark receives the package and tips the runner. Opening the box, Roark finds a 16 ounce glass jar filled with water. Swimming inside the jar is a small charcoal-hued octopus with a very textured skin. There is a note attached to the jar that reads, in common; Eat me.

[Eldest]

'm actually after info for a client. Black Sahuagin. Heard of em? And you?

[dantiesilva]

"Well that is a rather odd note?" Ryl observes looking at the octopus swimming around in the jar as best as it could. "I don't assume you are going to eat it raw are you? And even if you were I would advise someone testing the food first. I could perhaps call someone who wouldn't mind a free meal to test it out." Ryl says thinking of the pet rat he had grown accustomed to summoning from the seven layers of hell.

[Hella Lugosi]

"Well this is... not what I was expecting." Confused, Roark presents the octopus to Ryl. "If you're offering... Ryl, is it? I'd rather not have one of us taste it first, so if you have something else that can do so, be my guest. If they shipped us a poisonous octopus and told us to eat it, I'd rather not reward them for the stupidest assassination method ever."

[dantiesilva]

"Why of course, if you could give me a moment." Ryl say stepping back before throwing out his arms to both sides, his carefully tended to hands being shown for one of the first times as he goes through the many arcane gestures required to call forth his friend Nazumi. As Ryl's hands create the gestures required for the spell, he speaks the infernal tongue, calling forth a creature he simply keeps on referring to as Nazumi. Promising it a fine meal if it were to come to his call.

Moments later the smell of Brimstone enters the room, as a tiny portal opens in the shadows of the temple, hidden from the common onlooker. A few squeeks can be heard before a rat with bone like protrusions, and rust like fur comes scrambling over to Ryl's side. "It is good to see you again Nazumi, how is the family?" Ryl asks the creature as he bends down and offers his hand out for it to climb up his arm to reach his shoulder.

"Nazumi we happen to hold with us a strange gift, and on the gift we were told to eat it. And saying I have not seen you in such a long time I felt it only right to give you a proper meal from the material plane. If one of the two people here cut a tentacle off for you, would you mind eating it? If you want whatever you do not finish you can even take home to your family." Ryl says with a familiarity most would find unsettling.

This whole Conversation between Ryl and Nazumi will be taking place in infernal as it is the only way they can communicate, sorry. However so it doesn't get weird I will ask that for RP purposes our DM controls my summons, while I only control them during battles. If you need an idea for how Nazumi acts think of Templeton from Charlotte's Web.

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Picture of Nazumi

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Perplexed but amused, Oberon leans down to look at the octopus. "Perhaps there's a meaning behind this gesture, something beyond the literal. Anyone here know anything about local lore regarding an octopus?"


Knowledge (Local)/general knowledge: [roll0]

[DrK]

'm actually after info for a client. Black Sahuagin. Heard of em? And you?

Rufus grins and shakes his head as he offers Maria some of the wine the priest had given him. "They are proving popular at the moment. They are hunting me, they been kidnapping this lady these folks are looking for and..." He buts off as a messenger carrying the octopus enters the room. Looking at the strange beast he shrugs offering only an "I've eaten things that looked worse than that did. But Rather you than me eh?"

He pauses again as the strange devil rat and crackling devil speech occur and looks on with curiosity. He glances at both Maria and Alice - "One thing to say eh, the city is never a dull one."

[Eldest]

Maria looks around the room. Seems like we could work together, no? Would ya mind introducin' everyone? I haven't th'pleasure. I'm Maria, I run a bar out thataways. She points. I also keep my ear to th'ground.

[dantiesilva]

Noticing the others talking to him ryl looks up from his shoulder coughing slightly to clear his throat before replying. "Sorry about that, I was a bit caught up. My name is Ryl Aufein, and this little guy here is Nazumi." Ryl says indicating the dire fiendish rat sitting on his shoulder talking into his ear. "I have had a few dealings with Oberon and was asked if a friend I knew could help him with a task. Sadly I have not had time to summon that particular friend yet however, he tends to not get along with others." Ryl explains referring to his eioldon.

[Hella Lugosi]

Studying the fiendish rat, Roark raises an eyebrow. Who in the hells is this man? Still, if Ryl was willing to enter his church in the first place, then he probably wasn't so bad. He turns to Maria as she makes her introduction. "A pleasure. Father Roark Alba. I preside over this church, and do what I can to make these streets a little friendlier." Pulling out a dagger from his belt. he places the jar at the altar. "It's a sin to spill blood in the house of a God, but desperate times call for desparate measures. I shall do the honours." He says, before muttering a quick prayer under his breath for the poor octopus.

[DyerMaker]

The group is surprised by the package and its contents as Ryl summons Nazumi, and considers feeding the octopus, or at least part of it, to his familiar. Oberon tries to recall what type of octopus is in the jar but his knowledge falls short. It does have 8 limbs. Maria and Rufus discuss the Black Sahuagin. As Roark prepares to remove the octopus from the jar, the water turns an inky black and Nazumi recoils, turning back to Ryl as an unpleasant odor fills the church.

Absalom Maps (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1H7REXXlgwp8fBg6t_g99-w1n7pnBh5wcEj4Cn6L7Dog/edit?usp=sharing)

[Hella Lugosi]

"Ssshhh, ssshh, it's alright." Roark does his best to soothe the creature. Thinking better of himself, he removes the jar from the altar and instead rests it on one of the pews. "I am sorry." He plunges the dagger into the creatures head, trying to makes its death as painless as possible, before slicing off a tentacle. His hands stained with blond and ink, he offers it to Nazumi.

[DyerMaker]

Nazumi refuses the tentacle, once again recoiling to Ryl. The smell becomes even stronger as Roark slices the tentacle of the octopus. DC 15 or become sickened for 10 minutes. Oberon [roll0], Rufus [roll1], Maria [roll2], Roark [roll3], Ryl [roll4]

[dantiesilva]

"What is it Nazumi?" Ryl asks noticing his friend from the infernal plane refusing to eat a meal presented to him. It was odd for the creature to be fussy when it came to eating food, espically saying he was a rat and given the smell something had to be wrong with this creature that he would not try to eat it.

"I think what we have here is some kind of poisonous fish, or other such creature, and someone was trying to get rid of you with ease. Nazumi like typical rats is not a picky eater, however he is smart enough to know when not to eat something. I do not know what you wish to do with that, however I suggest we get rid of it before it stinks out your entire church." Ryl says to the others in common, allowing Nazumi to dig through his pockets until he found a scrap of bread in one of Ryl's many pockets on his scholar robes. Poking his head out of the robe the rat seems to stand happily eating the bread ignoring the food that had been offered to him.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

"I have no idea what that creature is, but it's making me feel unwell. Please, dispose of it carefully, lest others are harmed by it. It is time for us to move as well."

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus staggers out of the black mist retching, taking a sip of the wine. "By the Gods. That stinks. Get the lid back on and roll the damn thing outside.". Stepping away from the cloud he nods to Maria, "Never a dull moment here eh..." Looking at the others he calls out - "Is there any clues in that vile stench cloud?"

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark's nose wrinkles immediately at the smell as he fishes the severed limb out, before frantically screwing the lid back on. Sighing as Nazumi refuses the tentacle, he wipes the blood and ink from the blade of his knife. "Well that was pointless. Unless anyone else has any ideas, I say we head off. If whoever sent this is trying to irritate us, they've certainly succeeded." Then, with a heavy sigh - "Maybe if I light some incense before we go, the smell will be gone by the time I return."

[dantiesilva]

To see if the creature is of a magical or extraplanar category
Arcane [roll0]
The Planes [roll1]

"If you do remember I could call someone who does not mind a free meal. I did not say that the creature called however would eat the object in question. And after you saw Nazumi refuse to eat the creature, you still choose to cut into it. So while it may have been pointless, and created a very foul smell, it was a choice you did make." Ryl points out defending Nazumi for not wishing to eat any kind of creature that could create such a stench with a simple limb being cut off. "As for the smell, I would suggest lanvander mixed with nightshade. It may seem like an odd mixture, however I know of few things like it to remove the smell of brimstone." Ryl offers the priest any kind of help he could on getting rid of the smell in his chapel.

"Why of course, Nazumi you may return home now. I hope you enjoyed your meal." Ryl says in infernal to the tiny rat in his pocket letting it know it had been dismissed for now. Once gone Ryl once again called upon his powers which allowed him to summon forth creatures from the planes, however when at last the calling was finished no creature anyone had seen before stood before the group. While it had many characteristics of a humanoid such as arms and legs. However each arm seemed to end in wicked claws, four in total on each arm where a normal persons hands would be. Even its head looked like a cross between a bird and a lizard of some sort.

"Everyone this is Vicarus, please do not be alarmed by his appearance (http://www.cgpin.com/application/assets/pins/165/1380400537_.jpeg100.jpg), he tends to listen so long as no one is trying to kill him or myself. Isn't that right Vicarus?" the young scholar says kindly to the creature that easily towered over him. However as you look at the creature it seems to only shake its head the slightest in acknowledgment of Ryl's question as it looks over the group confused. It knew of the one named Oberon, but these other faces were new to him. Allies, enemies? Best to wait for orders.

Yes it is a marauder from ME3
Second at GM I noticed while looking at my sheet I actually took a power my eioldon cannot have until I am level 6, may I change it out before it becomes an issue when combat begins or some other such thing of importance?

[DyerMaker]

Rufus and Oberon are both sickened and ready for the smell to dissipate.
Roark searches for incense.
Ryl recommends lavender and nightshade for the smell and then brings forth Vicarus.

While the group was toying with the octopus, Zhou, from the employ of Leonel, walks into the church; Um, excuse me, they have Ms. Alice. The um Wobbegang have her. I stopped by her office and a stingray was nailed to her door. That's a sure sign of the Wobbegang sirs and madame. The door was slightly open and her home is trashed. Who knows that they were looking for.

[Eldest]

Who's Alice? And why does a gang want her? Maria looks confused, and thankful that the octopus is back in the jar. She faked not caring fairly well, but it smelled nasty.

[dantiesilva]

Ryl looks at the creature in the jar as he thinks of the connection between the marine life and wonders if this could have been the gang warning them to stay out of their business. "It should not matter who this young woman is, if someone has been kidnapped it is the duty of those with power to act is it not? Asmendous believes that when the Law refuses to act in a lawful way, it falls upon those who know his will to bring the law to the lawless and serve out punishment to those who have been judged." Ryl explains, having been a victim of being attacked for no reason himself, and searching for the remainder of his family, he would hate for someone to ignore them when they were in need, and as such could not walk away from such a calling.

[Eldest]

Maria glares back. Didn't say anything about not helpin' did I? I did not. Knowin' why they're after somebody tells ya enough ta make it worthwhile ta find out. Are they gonna kill her? Sell her into slavery? Bit o'docklands justice?

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark mutters to himself as he searches his church for something to clean out the church. "Lavender... nightshade... I'll have to pick up some of the latter, perhaps when matters have calmed--" He is shocked into silence as he turns around, catching sight of Ryl's newest ally. "...Nice to meet you?"

Roark is stunned by Zhou's revelation. "Oh Gods." He takes a moment to compose himself. "We need to find them. Both of them, I mean. Leonel didn't mention any signs of the group being delivered to him, but no doubt they're behind Bella's disappearance as well."

Lore: The Coins to see if Roark knows anything about the Wobbegang: [roll0]
Sense Motive to make sure that Zhou is trustworthy: [roll1]

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Between his deep breaths, Oberon speaks up. "What do you know about this Wobbegang?" He asks Zhou. "Would a squid be a symbol of theirs, and does it mean anything? I mentioned before that I thought it had a symbolic meaning, not a literal one..." He pauses and tries to hold the contents of his stomach.

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus's heads snaps up. "What do you mean? When did this happen?" He looks at Oberron, a worried look on his face. "Oberon, she is a friend of mine. I need to find her - I owe her a debt after her mother helped me in the past.". He gulps, still retching after the weird octopus, "What do you guys know about this gang, I've not heard them before,"


[roll0]


He checks the gun at his hip, a curse on his lips.

[DyerMaker]

Maria is curious about Alice and why a gang would want her. Then, wonders what Alice's fate might be after Ryl instructs on the virtues of lawful behavior.
Ryl considers a connection between the octopus in the jar and the kidnapping of Alice. He also instructs Maria in lawful behavior and duty.
Roark searches for something to generate a more pleasant aroma in the church. He is also startled by Zhou's revelation. Roark has a hunch that Zhou is trustworthy and believes his tale to be true. He has only heard of the Wobbegang is passing and has no true knowledge of them.
Oberron turns his attention to questioning Zhou and awaiting his response. The thought of the smell turns his stomach.
Rufus also questions Zhou and finds his emotions spinning in all directions. Alice was a friend and confidant. She was also an excellent investigator and known for her precautionary approach. Still bothered by the smell of the octopus, he exclaims for any recollection of this gang. Thinking back to his past life, before he left Absalom the first time, Rufus recalls some notoriety of the Wobbegang; named for the Wobbegong, a species of shark known for its masterful abilities of ambush, Rufus remembers the gang working in groups of 7 or 8 with great teamwork and cooperation to accomplish both simple and complex goals. Mostly young turks at the time, the bulk of their number were of Chelish heritage with a flare for the dramatic, often leaving creatures of the sea as their calling cards.

Zhou is more than nervous as questions come at him from both Oberon and Rufus; Well, sir, I know the gang, the Wobbegang puts all manner of sea-loving creatures on peoples doors as warnings at in their mouths and such when they choose to kill'em. And, I know that my cousin Chan was killed by them for crossing the gang on dealing demon dust. They mainly stick to the Puddles, I've heard. Squids might be used by them, sure. I don't when it happened, I just stopped by her office. This church was the only other place I heard mentioned in the discussion with master Leonel. Is there any other way I can help you masters before going back. I'm much saddened by your loss, but um, maybe Ms. Alice is still alive. That's more positive thinking I suppose. Zhou holds his hat and looks down toward his worn shoes.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon clutches his stomach, and stands up slowly. "No point wasting any more time then, let's make haste. Last question, Zhou. Do you know where this gang's turf is?"

[spoiker="OOC"]Our only lead is the Doxy, so unless Zhou gives us something else, or someone else knows their location, maybe we hit up that place? Anyone got better ideas?[/spoiler]

[dantiesilva]

"It is pleasant to make your acquaintance as well." Vicarus responds in a voice like rumbling rocks sliding down a mountainside. His speech slow and careful, as if he were taking his time to choose each word before he said them. " If it is Ryl and Obbren's wishes to save these people I see no reason not to help in this endeavor. However talking does not solve anything, actions do." "We need to find them first Vicarus, unless someone here knows where these people hide, after all I am still new in town."

[DrK]

Rufus

Rufus cursed. "Aye, the damned wobbegongs. They were small when I was running on the street, thought they'd be dead and gone by now."

Looking at the pistol he grimaces. "let's head down to the puddles and the doxy. I'll be getting Alice back and if the gangs ain't changed then it's going to get messy. "

[Hella Lugosi]

Roark nods politely at Vicarius's responce, before turning to Rufus. "If you wish to put the Wobbegong down for good, I will be more than happy to join you." After lighting a stick of incense, he makes for the exit, heading to the Doxy.

[DyerMaker]

The Doxy is only second to The Grog Pit as the most infamous watering hole in the Docks. Sailors and deckhands flow in and out for the tavern's home-brewed spiced ale and perhaps one of Absalom's best dishes, Doxy's Fish & Chips. In fact, most will dare eat anything else served from this establishment since you never know who's working the kitchen on a given day.

Entering this open-air establishment just before noon finds the crowd rather slow. Everyone here looks interesting and not. It all depends on one's perspective and the type of information, trouble, or occasion you have in mind. The regulars are here:
Hickory (or Hick or Kate) is tending bar. A female human of average charisma and fierce reputation who earned her nickname for the wooden prosthetic leg she wears. Rumors abound at how she lost the flesh and bone version.
Sasha and Jynx, the infamous servers at The Doxy. These half elves are rumored to be wealthy but work at the Doxy to abuse the clientele. Sasha has a long-fade haircut dyed cherry red and carries an electrum-plated pistol around her neck. She could easily pass for a man if desired. Jynx has long blond hair in five braids and golden flecks in her eyes. She is quite attractive and has a reputation for smashing mugs over the heads of those who cross her. She is also a skilled swashbuckler and can wield a rapier with the best of them.
Brick is the ultimate rule of law in the bar. An Oread of reddish-orange complexion, Brick is typically asleep in his corner booth taking half a day to finish a pint. Yet, the Brawler is unstoppable when spurred to action and can easily separate limb from flesh and break bones with ease. Mostly, he launches troublemakers into the bay like a seasoned warrior hurling a spear.

Jynx gives your group a fun-loving grin; Sit where you will, but don't stand around like dumb-arse pelicans. I'll be right with ya.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

"Probably best if we split up and try to get information through different means," Oberon mutters to his group, and then walks towards the bar, nodding towards the one-legged bartender as he's noticed. He takes a moment to look around the place, tapping his thumb on the bar as he casually takes in his surroundings and awaits for the bartender.

When Hickory finally serves him, he'll order a brew that she'll recommend, and then ask her if she's familiar with the Wobbegang.

[DyerMaker]

Oberon looks around at the other patrons, then has a seat at the bar. Hick walks over; Hi. You're new. She then places a pint of spiced ale in front of the monk.

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon takes the spiced ale and gives it a taste. "Not new," he responds to the bartender. "Just been away a while is all. I'm back now though. Used to be that the Wobbegang likes to hang out around these parts. Any idea how a wayward son might get back in touch with them?"

[DyerMaker]

Oberon enjoys the spiced ale after taking a few sips. He remarks to Hick, "Used to be that the Wobbegang likes to hang out around these parts. Any idea how a wayward son might get back in touch with them?" Hick gives Oberon a slant look, serves another customer and while working, mentions; The Wobs? Gangs come and go here. Just yell out, you might get an answer.

Garren walks into the Doxy, noticing Oberon at the bar sipping a spiced ale.

[Hella Lugosi]

It has been a while since Roark has set foot in a tavern, so he doesn't wish to let his lack of local etiquette give him away. He takes a seat in the corner of the room and keeps his head down, doing his best to listen in to nearby conversations.

Perception, if there's anyone trying to keep their voice hushed: [roll0]

[grifter730]

Oberon:

Oberon pauses in surprise as the bartender replied. Then a smile crossed his face. "Sound advice," he says, before downing the rest of the ale.

He turns around to lean back on the bar, rotating his head to get an idea of what people were doing in general so that he can see if any of them will have a suspicious reaction with what he's about to do. "WOBBEGANG!" Oberon yells. "WOBBLE WOBBLE WOBBLE GANG! If you smell like rotten fish, or your sorry face would only bring a dead fish to bed, you're probably a member. Anyone smell or see anyone like that around? Anyone?"


Perception: [roll0]

[DrK]

Rufus swaggers into the bar, long coat flapping and hat casually tossed over the back of a spare chair before he collapses into the rickety wooden seat. ""Oh, wench, bring us ale".

Settling he winces at the sudden abuse shouted by Oberon. A muttered "Gods damn, that won't help us.". He looks around staring for trouble drawing his gun as subtlety as possible under the table.