[LPF] The Kidnappers' Trail

[HolyMan]

Ioseph (human cleric 2)

OCC: Not sure who we can trust yet.

"We thank you for letting us in, but I'm afraid we can't tell anyone but Damian that. I'm sure you understand." Ioseph says trying to be as pleasant as he can with the large hammer on his back. "Helerion's Honor we are on a mission to help his companion."


[sblock=Stats]
Ioseph

HP:23/23
AC:18 AC Touch:13 AC Flatfooted:15
INIT: +03
CMB: +03 CMD: 16
Fort: +06 Reflex: +04 Will: +06
Speed: 20'

Lg. Warhammer:
Attack: +01 = [BAB (01) + STR (02) + Wrong Size (-2) + Misc (00)]
Damage: 2d6+3(B), Crit: 20/x3, Special: Size-Large

Channel Energy: 5/5 (1d6 healing or 1d6 damage to undead DC 11)
Strength Surge(Sp): 5/5 (+1 to melee attacks, CMB, CMD, STR skills, and STR checks)
Deflection Aura (Su): 1/1 (20' aura; +2AC and CMD for 2 rounds)
Pearl of Power(lvl 1): unused
Spells:
Orisons: guidance, stabilize, light, mending
Level 1: shield of faith, magic weapon, bless, d-shield [/sblock]

 

[dammitbiscuit]

OOC: Yeah, we shoulda gotten more info out of Anna, or invited her along. No idea what I should avoid saying, or what I could reveal for advantage. The only thing we know is "talk to Damien", right?

Bipper seats himself and smiles toothily, with an air that assumes "we're done here", at the clerk.

...
OOC: if that doesn't work, and the pest hangs around, then:
...

Bipper gets up and stands tall, slightly violating the little man's personal space. "Thank you. That will be all." (intimidate)

 

[toasterferret]

After listening to your responses patiently, the man slowly pushes his chair back and stand up, closing the ledger on his desk.

"Very well. Come with me." he says, turning to walk away.

He leads you all down a short hallway, and through an unmarked door about halfway down. The room appears to be a conference room of some kind, dominated by a long wooden table in the center, ringed by chairs. Laying on the table is a map of E'n, marked by pins bearing notations that at a glance look strikingly familiar to the text in the cyphered note.

"Please wait here, while I inform Mr. Penrose of your arrival." the man says, before abruptly turning and walking out the door, closing it behind him.

Within moments you hear the door open again and the scribe walks back in, flanked by two of the embassy guards.

"Now that we have some privacy, I am interested to hear in what you were sent to speak to me about. Obviously it can't be anything official or you would know who I am as well as the proper ways to contact me." Damian says, with an amused look on his face.

 

[dammitbiscuit]

"AHHHH ha ha ha!" guffaws Bipper. "That's what we get for not doing our legwork!"

He takes a seat.

"We're here on behalf of Anna Pelacqua, who was recently kidnapped by people who seem to be from Irthos... and who possessed this coded missive. She says you're the type who enjoys decoding and keeping track of these sorts of people."

The encoded parchment is produced, and proffered toward Damien.

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"Is that so?" The man says. He stands from his chair and starts walking toward a door on the lefthand side of the room. "Right this way then."

After listening to your responses patiently, the man slowly pushes his chair back and stand up, closing the ledger on his desk.

"Very well. Come with me." he says, turning to walk away.

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[HolyMan]

Ioseph (human cleric 2)

Ioseph wondered if maybe they should have gotten a description of the man they were to meet form Anna before coming here. There was so much the group should had looked into but it was to late.

He stood by watching carefully and hoping that their lack of experience didn't get them all killed (or Anna).

OOC: or I could have just posted bump.

 

[dammitbiscuit]

[sblock=ooc]I figure he's either the right guy, in which case let's get him the missive and get the hell moving forward... or he's lying, in which case Bipper's sense motive is crap, so whatevs, but I'm ready to throw down if we need to - there wasn't a weapons check at the door [/sblock]

 

[toasterferret]

Damian reaches forward, taking the proffered note. He walks several steps to the table and pulls out the chair before sitting down and observing the note more closely.

"Hmm. Very interesting. This is written in a cypher that I have seen several times before. The note is describing the time and location of a dead drop. Are you familiar with the concept?" he asks looking toward the group.

 

[ZenSwift]

I cant say that I have ever heard of a "dead drop". could you describ it for us.

OOC: Normally Jec is quiet but this peaked his interest

 

[toasterferret]

"Certainly" the man responds, looking at Jec.

"A dead drop is an innocuous location where a parcel or note will be left for a specific individual to find. The concept is often utilized in intelligence operations when parties wish to communicate without have to be in the same place at the same time, or risk trusting anyone to deliver a message." Taking another glance at the note over the brim of his glasses Damian's eyebrows furrow slightly.

"It would appear this dead drop is to occur tomorrow night, and is to contain a new set of orders pertaining to one diplomat's daughter, whomever that may be..."

Slyly looking up at the rest of the group, Damian smirks and cocks his head slightly to the left.

"However, I am not in the business of doing things for free. If you wish to know the location of the drop, I will need you all to complete a task for me. Understand that normally I would be happy to help in exchange for monetary compensation, but I have recently found myself in a situation in which I am in need of outside assistance, with no connection to this Embassy office." He raises his eyebrows having made his offer, waiting for a response.

 

[sunshadow21]

"I trust this task of yours is sufficiently doable within a time frame that allows us to deal with our original task properly? As much as side tasks can be quite entertaining, there is a life potentially on the line, and we must not forget that." Thuvian speaks up after watching the whole scene, shaking his head at the diplomat/spymaster's antics.