Insight's "The Isle of Dread" - Chapter One

[stonegod]

Skaros keeps an eye out while the others focus on the beggar.

 

[Scotley]

Geirgrim joins the conversation, but takes pains not to touch the men. "A very sad tale. Did all of you work the docks? It appears to be something that might be spread by contact. Can you remember anything unusual that you might have unloaded or a strange ship or crew you have contact with about the time the plague started or just before?"

 

[Shayuri]

"This would go more smoothly if you spoke the Common tongue," Astra says to the dwarves, a bit stiffly. "As for what we're doing here, we're consulting in an investigation."

"Now what are you doing here? You made enough noise to draw anyone passing by. You're getting work done, but work for who? ho has you digging holes in the walls?"

 

[Insight]

Inside the Secret Passage: Cassi, Nafije, Astra, Questor, and Vrashek

"This would go more smoothly if you spoke the Common tongue," Astra says to the dwarves, a bit stiffly. "As for what we're doing here, we're consulting in an investigation."

"Now what are you doing here? You made enough noise to draw anyone passing by. You're getting work done, but work for who? ho has you digging holes in the walls?"

The dwarves seem reticent to answer Astra's inquiry into their action.

Finally, the one previously identified as Rake steps forward. "Now, look here, elf. Why don't you run along back to the forest and play with the faeries? Us dwarves have real work to do."

OOC: If Astra or anyone else wishes to try to get the dwarves to open up, a Bluff or Diplomacy check would come in handy.

 

[Insight]

At the Temple District (Adam, Geirgrim, and Skaros)

Skaros keeps an eye out while the others focus on the beggar.

Skaros sees nothing terribly unusual. The other beggars are wandering in an out of temples and accosting passersby, asking for coin. Nothing else is really going on at the moment.

Geirgrim joins the conversation, but takes pains not to touch the men. "A very sad tale. Did all of you work the docks? It appears to be something that might be spread by contact. Can you remember anything unusual that you might have unloaded or a strange ship or crew you have contact with about the time the plague started or just before?"

"Hmm," Shabby Ken says, thinking about his dockworker past. "A lot o' ships did I unload. I don't recall anything unusual. There was that one ship wot was filled with skeletons. First mate says they encountered undeads or something. I didn't touch the skeletons. They brought in a priest to bless the ship or somethin'. Dunno. After that ceremony and whatnot was done, me an' the lads unloaded the cargo and went on about our business. That had to be... lemme think... p'rhaps a week or two before I started feelin' ill. Do you s'pose that's how I got sick?" He looks around at all of the beggars. "But, all those folk there. They weren't in my dockworkin' crew! Somma them 'r womenfolk. How might they have gotten the plague, then?"

 

[Walking Dad]

Adam of Brightcastle

"Ah, were some of the woman working as ... in a line of work that requires skin contact with others?" Adam asks unsure how to phrase his question.

 

[Rhun]

Vrashek steps forward, towering over the dwarves, but assuming a non-confrontational stance. "Look friends, our investigation is of the utmost importance. The fate of many depends upon our findings. And we would appreciate any assistance you could render..."


Bluff

Edit: Why can I not seem to get a decent roll in this game so far?

 

[Leif]

Questor, Halfling Chaos Sorcerer 6

Questor, seeing that some charisma is called for in dealing with the Dwarves, steps to the front of the party. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen ... and gentledwarves, and ladies.... Let us not quibble amongst ourselves concerning such inconsequential details! Both groups here have their own work to perform, so let us see whether any among us may have information or advice that will assist the other group in performing their chosen tasks, shall we? Master Dwarves, you were here first so you have the honor of speaking in the first place: Please tell us whether there is any assistance that we may render to you that will be of help to you?"

 

[JustKim]

Nafije immediately had an idea of what manacles meant. She had not been imprisoned here, but in Thyatis she was yet a slave. It was only by the grace of her wizard master that she was allowed to travel, and see to the needs of the Swords of Darokin, the master's old cabal some thirty years back.

She shielded her eyes from a mild glare and discretely looked at the manacles, and looked for the sturdy construction and telltale gouges in the chain that distinguished an escaped prisoner from a bizarre fashion statement. City dwarves did have some bizarre fashions, she knew, as she shook her hijab-encoiffed head.

 

[Scotley]

"A very good question. Do you know what sort of goods you unloaded from the ship of skeletons?"