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<blockquote data-quote="Hairy Minotaur" data-source="post: 3388034" data-attributes="member: 11574"><p><strong>The investigation commences</strong></p><p></p><p>The party reaches Highcastle and head towards the Church or Kador.</p><p></p><p>“Can we leave Haimish the Stoned within the temple? I don’t want someone putting him in the Park of Obscene Statues.” Menthos inquires</p><p></p><p>“You can leave him, but the merchant you’ll have to find other quarters for.” Helle responds</p><p></p><p>“What? Why? Where are we going to find a place to stick this thing at?” Xanthos argues</p><p></p><p>“Leave it at his house; I’m sure they won’t have any problems with it.” Helle replies</p><p></p><p>“They can’t help him either; I thought you said you could rectify this condition?” Xanthos asks</p><p></p><p>“We can, just not today and I’m not doing it for free. Charity is for the Morwynites go plead to them.” Helle answers</p><p></p><p>Xanthos and Turgar, who are carrying Lord Palmere slow to a stop and set the statue down in the middle of the street. Dawn was quickly approaching and they knew they would need a secure place before they lost the cover of night to the bustling city. Kessen left the group heading for the temple and rejoined Xanthos and Turgar. </p><p></p><p>“Why do we hide him in the inn room? Say it’s a piece of art if anyone asks?” Kessen suggests</p><p></p><p>“Because it’ll get stolen then.” Turgar counters</p><p></p><p>“No, why don’t we go ahead and hide it there. You guys can watch him while I go find out who we should deliver him to.” Xanthos offers</p><p></p><p>“Sure, and try to get them to agree to a hefty reward as well. No need for us to be breaking our backs for nothing.” Kessen states</p><p></p><p>Turgar and Xanthos hustle the statue back to the Scholar’s Inn and heft the block of stone up the stairs and into their room, where Turgar collapses on the bed. Xanthos bids them farewell and he heads back out into the city as the eastern sky changes from a royal blue to a reddish-orange. The shifter checks his pouches for the minotaur’s severed hand and heads towards the western gatehouses.</p><p></p><p>Doopa sets Haimish down in the open aired atrium of the Temple of Kador, as Helle heads further in to make his report to his superior. </p><p></p><p>Doopa, looks up at the brightening sky and then back down at Haimish, “Can we move him, birds will poop all over him.”</p><p></p><p>“So? If you’re worried about his hygiene, you can give him a bath before he gets fixed.” Menthos states as he answers the call of nature over Haimish’s legs</p><p></p><p>“Hey, what are you doing? You making it worse!” Doopa shouts</p><p></p><p>“You’re going to give him a bath right? Well I’m doing my part by supplying the ammonia.” Menthos answers</p><p></p><p>“What that?” Doopa asks</p><p></p><p>“Cleaning fluid, good for tile floors and other ceramics. Some cultures even believe it’s medicinal.” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>“Savages.” Doopa answers which gets a laugh from Menthos</p><p></p><p>“The high priest will see you now.” An acolyte says to Menthos</p><p></p><p>“For what? I didn’t ask to see him.” Menthos asks</p><p></p><p>“He wishes to remove that burning sensation you complained about a week ago.” The acolyte responds</p><p></p><p>“Oh really? Does he have the hot teifling babe with him too? Because I distinctly remember requesting help in that area as well.” Menthos replies</p><p></p><p>“No, he promises not to flay your skin while dangling you over the Pit of Eternal Flame by your eyes.” The acolyte responds</p><p></p><p>Menthos chuckles, but then abruptly stops after realizing the acolyte wasn’t laughing, “That’s a joke right? I mean I did the man a favor.” No response comes from the acolyte</p><p></p><p>“Doopa, sic him.” Menthos orders</p><p></p><p>The ogre stands confused, “Sick him? He is in a temple isn’t that what they take care of?” Doopa replies</p><p></p><p>“This way.” The acolyte motions</p><p></p><p>Menthos gulps hard and follows the acolyte into the inner sanctum of the temple, there he finds Helle and Statinisor talking, seeing Menthos enter they cease their conversation and turn to face the teifling.</p><p></p><p>“Welcome afflicted one, Helle has explained to me the events of this early morning, however there is a question that he cannot answer for me.”</p><p></p><p>Menthos looks to Helle and then back at the high priest. His mind raced with what the question could possibly be, Menthos tried to remember something he didn’t tell Helle about, but couldn’t think of anything.</p><p></p><p>“How much is your friend’s existence as a fleshy being worth to you?” Statinisor asked</p><p></p><p>“Well, I don’t. He’s not a fr. It’s always nice to have allies and collectable debts.” Menthos replied after changing his reply twice</p><p></p><p>“Yes, it is a fine thing indeed. Helle is going to the Courts of Maal to start the pendulum in motion for us. I would like to discuss an arrangement with you over the health of your stone friend out there.”</p><p></p><p>Menthos nodded as Helle left the two to continue their discussion, as Helle closed the doors behind him, Menthos noticed he felt warm almost hot for the first time inside the Temple of Kador. The feeling unnerved him as the high priest motioned Menthos to follow him through another door.</p><p></p><p> Xanthos, shifted into the form of an owl and soared out and over the city, on a heading for the Palmere estate, as he flew over the western wall he spied the bodies of dozens of small black creatures littering the battlements and the ground just outside the city wall. His interest piqued, Xanthos changes course and lands next to a makeshift shelter, where wounded soldiers are being treated. He shifts back to the form of an elven noble and walks out into the clean up effort that’s being carried out around him.</p><p></p><p>“Excuse me sir, I was wondering where I might find a sergeant or someone along those lines who would be in charge?” Xanthos asked the first constable he saw.</p><p></p><p>The man pointed out an armored individual atop the wall as the man Xanthos sought. Xanthos thanked the man and then ambled up one of the many ladders propped against the wall ferrying bodies up and down them like ants. Several times he was questioned or stopped and asked about his intentions or to state that this was a sealed area and he needed to return to the city. Xanthos always replied that he needed to speak to the Sergeant-at-Arms and continued on his way up to the battlements ignoring the calls for him to return to the city.</p><p></p><p>Xanthos approached the Sergeant and waited as he finished a conversation with a subordinate, “Get down to the school, tell them we got demons to be rid of and if they get you any crap you come back here and tell me and I’ll have the place leveled!” </p><p></p><p><em>Demons?</em> Thought Xanthos, <em>is that what the small black creatures were?</em></p><p></p><p>“This isn’t the place for you citizen. Who let you up here?” The man demanded</p><p></p><p>Xanthos half-heartedly waved his hand at the multitudes of constables below them, “Doesn’t matter, I have evidence of a murder plot subjugated by the Temple of Carnack.” </p><p></p><p>“Not surprising, they are the followers of the slaughter god. Why are you telling me this?” the sergeant asked</p><p></p><p>“The ruins last night, there was a party, a medusa turned half the place to stone and three minotaurs showed up with this branding.” Xanthos produced the hand of the minotaur, “they began killing everything that moved.”</p><p></p><p>“Yep, brand of Carnack all right. So, you were at this party?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes”</p><p></p><p>“With a medusa, priests of Carnack, and now they’re all stoned?” </p><p></p><p>“Well, some of them got away, I got away. Here, do what you want with the hand, I’m just reporting what went on is all.” Xanthos got a prickly feeling on the back of his neck, and left the hand with the sergeant. He then retreated back down the ladders and slipped behind a row of buildings. He transformed back into an owl and took off for Lord Palmere’s estate again.</p><p></p><p>The sun had just crested the horizon when Xanthos circled over the large manor of the merchant Lord Palmere. Xanthos’ eyes went wide as they took in the sight of a blasted out southern wall. Debris was strewn for hundreds of feet to the northeast. Xanthos traced a line with his eyes along the same path the debris took, it led straight to the western wall of Highcastle. Swooping in low, Xanthos spotted hundreds of small footprints leading from the manor and heading towards the city. Xanthos concluded the tracks must have been made by the demons the night before. </p><p></p><p>He soared again and turned this time to the ruins where the party took place. Sure enough it was crawling with constables and a few obvious mages as well. Xanthos landed behind some scrub brush and transformed back into the elven noble, he approached the entrance to the ruins and spied a dozen or so ogres lifting the stone statues out from the depths below.</p><p></p><p>“Did you find the Priests of Carnack? They were piled in the kitchen.” Xanthos inquires</p><p></p><p>A mage steps forward to record Xanthos’ statement, he hands the written script to an armored man in Overlord colors and insignia.</p><p></p><p>“We found no bodies of priests, we did find these statues, evidence of fire magic, a man that had been poisoned to death, and a doppelganger locked in a walk-in freezer, but no priests.” The man stated</p><p></p><p>Xanthos felt heavy magics fall about him as the scenery took on a bloated visage. He didn’t know what the magics were only that he felt compelled to speak the truth and remain rooted in his spot for as long as he did so. Xanthos divulged his knowledge of the Priests of Carnack and of him turning over a branded hand to a sergeant along the western wall of Highcastle. He told of the appearance of the medusa and of fighting the doppelganger after being alerted to it’s presence by Menthos.</p><p></p><p>Satisfied with the answers, Xanthos felt some of the weight lift and took the opportunity to return to owl form and speed back to Highcastle.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Hairy Minotaur, post: 3388034, member: 11574"] [b]The investigation commences[/b] The party reaches Highcastle and head towards the Church or Kador. “Can we leave Haimish the Stoned within the temple? I don’t want someone putting him in the Park of Obscene Statues.” Menthos inquires “You can leave him, but the merchant you’ll have to find other quarters for.” Helle responds “What? Why? Where are we going to find a place to stick this thing at?” Xanthos argues “Leave it at his house; I’m sure they won’t have any problems with it.” Helle replies “They can’t help him either; I thought you said you could rectify this condition?” Xanthos asks “We can, just not today and I’m not doing it for free. Charity is for the Morwynites go plead to them.” Helle answers Xanthos and Turgar, who are carrying Lord Palmere slow to a stop and set the statue down in the middle of the street. Dawn was quickly approaching and they knew they would need a secure place before they lost the cover of night to the bustling city. Kessen left the group heading for the temple and rejoined Xanthos and Turgar. “Why do we hide him in the inn room? Say it’s a piece of art if anyone asks?” Kessen suggests “Because it’ll get stolen then.” Turgar counters “No, why don’t we go ahead and hide it there. You guys can watch him while I go find out who we should deliver him to.” Xanthos offers “Sure, and try to get them to agree to a hefty reward as well. No need for us to be breaking our backs for nothing.” Kessen states Turgar and Xanthos hustle the statue back to the Scholar’s Inn and heft the block of stone up the stairs and into their room, where Turgar collapses on the bed. Xanthos bids them farewell and he heads back out into the city as the eastern sky changes from a royal blue to a reddish-orange. The shifter checks his pouches for the minotaur’s severed hand and heads towards the western gatehouses. Doopa sets Haimish down in the open aired atrium of the Temple of Kador, as Helle heads further in to make his report to his superior. Doopa, looks up at the brightening sky and then back down at Haimish, “Can we move him, birds will poop all over him.” “So? If you’re worried about his hygiene, you can give him a bath before he gets fixed.” Menthos states as he answers the call of nature over Haimish’s legs “Hey, what are you doing? You making it worse!” Doopa shouts “You’re going to give him a bath right? Well I’m doing my part by supplying the ammonia.” Menthos answers “What that?” Doopa asks “Cleaning fluid, good for tile floors and other ceramics. Some cultures even believe it’s medicinal.” Menthos replies “Savages.” Doopa answers which gets a laugh from Menthos “The high priest will see you now.” An acolyte says to Menthos “For what? I didn’t ask to see him.” Menthos asks “He wishes to remove that burning sensation you complained about a week ago.” The acolyte responds “Oh really? Does he have the hot teifling babe with him too? Because I distinctly remember requesting help in that area as well.” Menthos replies “No, he promises not to flay your skin while dangling you over the Pit of Eternal Flame by your eyes.” The acolyte responds Menthos chuckles, but then abruptly stops after realizing the acolyte wasn’t laughing, “That’s a joke right? I mean I did the man a favor.” No response comes from the acolyte “Doopa, sic him.” Menthos orders The ogre stands confused, “Sick him? He is in a temple isn’t that what they take care of?” Doopa replies “This way.” The acolyte motions Menthos gulps hard and follows the acolyte into the inner sanctum of the temple, there he finds Helle and Statinisor talking, seeing Menthos enter they cease their conversation and turn to face the teifling. “Welcome afflicted one, Helle has explained to me the events of this early morning, however there is a question that he cannot answer for me.” Menthos looks to Helle and then back at the high priest. His mind raced with what the question could possibly be, Menthos tried to remember something he didn’t tell Helle about, but couldn’t think of anything. “How much is your friend’s existence as a fleshy being worth to you?” Statinisor asked “Well, I don’t. He’s not a fr. It’s always nice to have allies and collectable debts.” Menthos replied after changing his reply twice “Yes, it is a fine thing indeed. Helle is going to the Courts of Maal to start the pendulum in motion for us. I would like to discuss an arrangement with you over the health of your stone friend out there.” Menthos nodded as Helle left the two to continue their discussion, as Helle closed the doors behind him, Menthos noticed he felt warm almost hot for the first time inside the Temple of Kador. The feeling unnerved him as the high priest motioned Menthos to follow him through another door. Xanthos, shifted into the form of an owl and soared out and over the city, on a heading for the Palmere estate, as he flew over the western wall he spied the bodies of dozens of small black creatures littering the battlements and the ground just outside the city wall. His interest piqued, Xanthos changes course and lands next to a makeshift shelter, where wounded soldiers are being treated. He shifts back to the form of an elven noble and walks out into the clean up effort that’s being carried out around him. “Excuse me sir, I was wondering where I might find a sergeant or someone along those lines who would be in charge?” Xanthos asked the first constable he saw. The man pointed out an armored individual atop the wall as the man Xanthos sought. Xanthos thanked the man and then ambled up one of the many ladders propped against the wall ferrying bodies up and down them like ants. Several times he was questioned or stopped and asked about his intentions or to state that this was a sealed area and he needed to return to the city. Xanthos always replied that he needed to speak to the Sergeant-at-Arms and continued on his way up to the battlements ignoring the calls for him to return to the city. Xanthos approached the Sergeant and waited as he finished a conversation with a subordinate, “Get down to the school, tell them we got demons to be rid of and if they get you any crap you come back here and tell me and I’ll have the place leveled!” [I]Demons?[/I] Thought Xanthos, [I]is that what the small black creatures were?[/I] “This isn’t the place for you citizen. Who let you up here?” The man demanded Xanthos half-heartedly waved his hand at the multitudes of constables below them, “Doesn’t matter, I have evidence of a murder plot subjugated by the Temple of Carnack.” “Not surprising, they are the followers of the slaughter god. Why are you telling me this?” the sergeant asked “The ruins last night, there was a party, a medusa turned half the place to stone and three minotaurs showed up with this branding.” Xanthos produced the hand of the minotaur, “they began killing everything that moved.” “Yep, brand of Carnack all right. So, you were at this party?” “Yes” “With a medusa, priests of Carnack, and now they’re all stoned?” “Well, some of them got away, I got away. Here, do what you want with the hand, I’m just reporting what went on is all.” Xanthos got a prickly feeling on the back of his neck, and left the hand with the sergeant. He then retreated back down the ladders and slipped behind a row of buildings. He transformed back into an owl and took off for Lord Palmere’s estate again. The sun had just crested the horizon when Xanthos circled over the large manor of the merchant Lord Palmere. Xanthos’ eyes went wide as they took in the sight of a blasted out southern wall. Debris was strewn for hundreds of feet to the northeast. Xanthos traced a line with his eyes along the same path the debris took, it led straight to the western wall of Highcastle. Swooping in low, Xanthos spotted hundreds of small footprints leading from the manor and heading towards the city. Xanthos concluded the tracks must have been made by the demons the night before. He soared again and turned this time to the ruins where the party took place. Sure enough it was crawling with constables and a few obvious mages as well. Xanthos landed behind some scrub brush and transformed back into the elven noble, he approached the entrance to the ruins and spied a dozen or so ogres lifting the stone statues out from the depths below. “Did you find the Priests of Carnack? They were piled in the kitchen.” Xanthos inquires A mage steps forward to record Xanthos’ statement, he hands the written script to an armored man in Overlord colors and insignia. “We found no bodies of priests, we did find these statues, evidence of fire magic, a man that had been poisoned to death, and a doppelganger locked in a walk-in freezer, but no priests.” The man stated Xanthos felt heavy magics fall about him as the scenery took on a bloated visage. He didn’t know what the magics were only that he felt compelled to speak the truth and remain rooted in his spot for as long as he did so. Xanthos divulged his knowledge of the Priests of Carnack and of him turning over a branded hand to a sergeant along the western wall of Highcastle. He told of the appearance of the medusa and of fighting the doppelganger after being alerted to it’s presence by Menthos. Satisfied with the answers, Xanthos felt some of the weight lift and took the opportunity to return to owl form and speed back to Highcastle. [/QUOTE]
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