Lord_Raven88
First Post
After making brief introductions it doesn't take long to discover that the three of you share a similar view point when it comes to the Seekers and their methods. It also doesn't take Eton and Jerol too long to notice that Eric's finely crafted longsword bears an identical design to Jerol's clasp on the hilt, although his appears to be crafted from bronze instead of silver.
Unable to make much more of this unusual discover, you realise that they were either crafted by the same person, or perhaps are copies of another design.
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The rest of the day passes fairly uneventfully, the Seekers keep mostly to themselves and then in the early afternoon the Seeker Zealot once more goes to the main square and continues to preach to the locals, with some effect. Late in the afternoon he and his entourage return to their rooms and spend the rest of the night keeping to themselves.
Individually you while away the day exploring the small town of Portsmith, searching for gainful employment, or just plain lazing about. Later that evening you retire to your room, each hoping to get an early start so as to get away from the Seekers in the morning.
Before going to sleep you readily agree that it would be a wise precaution to secure your door for the night. Locking the door you push two empty chest (provided for storage) up against the door and then turn in for the night.
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In the early hours of the morning you are all woken from your rest by the sounds of raised voices and the sound of a women crying piteously from the common room below. Lighting the small lamp you discover a disturbing sight, sitting on the top of the chests (which still rest against the door) is a dagger and a pair of boots (which Eton recognises as his own) both of which seem to be covered in blood.
With a cry of alarm Jerol's (who is sleeping on one of the top bunks) eyes lock onto the empty bunk opposite him, resting there in a pool of spreading blood in the severed head of the gaunt innkeeper. His unfocused eyes stare at Jerol accusingly.
Unable to make much more of this unusual discover, you realise that they were either crafted by the same person, or perhaps are copies of another design.
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The rest of the day passes fairly uneventfully, the Seekers keep mostly to themselves and then in the early afternoon the Seeker Zealot once more goes to the main square and continues to preach to the locals, with some effect. Late in the afternoon he and his entourage return to their rooms and spend the rest of the night keeping to themselves.
Individually you while away the day exploring the small town of Portsmith, searching for gainful employment, or just plain lazing about. Later that evening you retire to your room, each hoping to get an early start so as to get away from the Seekers in the morning.
Before going to sleep you readily agree that it would be a wise precaution to secure your door for the night. Locking the door you push two empty chest (provided for storage) up against the door and then turn in for the night.
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In the early hours of the morning you are all woken from your rest by the sounds of raised voices and the sound of a women crying piteously from the common room below. Lighting the small lamp you discover a disturbing sight, sitting on the top of the chests (which still rest against the door) is a dagger and a pair of boots (which Eton recognises as his own) both of which seem to be covered in blood.
With a cry of alarm Jerol's (who is sleeping on one of the top bunks) eyes lock onto the empty bunk opposite him, resting there in a pool of spreading blood in the severed head of the gaunt innkeeper. His unfocused eyes stare at Jerol accusingly.