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Ao'thuir Heather nods, still in the grip of her emotions but slowly coming to terms with what happened. "...thank you. I'll go calm the children" Lucien and Ridik The Mountain Goblin looks outside and sees no trace of the intruder. Being short as he is, he does notice that the lock to this...

Wil listens to the conversation intently, taking mental notes as Stillwell speaks. The task before him continues to seem a difficult one. But he is nothing if not stubborn. At the very least, the watch seems trustworthy. He thinks to himself. I can count on them to report on any future...

Ishmael nods at Percy's words and awaits the clearing of the smoke/mist.

ao'Thuir Her anger dissipates at the Elf's words. Her tone becomes almost bashful were it not for the concern and the fear in her voice. With her anger dissipating she is shaken by the events that happened. "Is he greviously injured? Is Ignatious... is anyone else hurt?"

"What manner of devilry happened here?" Ishmael peers at the ruins.

The Search Continues OOG: No problem, guys. I only regret that I didn't get on this sooner. Anyway, on to the game itself! The Ground Floor (Ridik) Ridik searches the kitchen and finds his suspicion rewarded. The kitchen exit has been recently used. The intruder appears to have escaped from...

While Lasair talked to the two Watchmen, Wilhelm took the opportunity to visually examine the office. He also tries to ascertain the trustworthiness of the other party.

Wil notes her concern with a frown. "You have to, Lasair. The woman we're trying to rescue... her life depend on us. She has no other salvation but us. That said, there is no proof as of yet that these Night Watch are corrupt. But it pays to be cynical in these times and days"

Wilhelm asks the locals regarding the location of Night Watch's office and then proceeds to that place. As they ride/walk toward said office, he speaks to his comrade. "Lasair. Far be it from me to shirk from the fore of matters. But mayhap, we would benefit from your wordplay when dealing...

Ishmael grimaces at the goo that's splattered all about his hammer and his garb. But seeing Nars' situation made him reconsider his attitude. He moves up to the Dwarf and spends a charge of the wand upon him. 1d8+1=4

OOG: Doghead has handed me the reins of the adventure. Using his notes, I'll be handling things until he returns or until this adventure is resolved. Expect an update by Monday at the latest.

After some of the amused townsfolk go about their business, Wil speaks to his companions in private. "It would appear that this area is home to shadier activities come sundown. By the sound of them, I would not be surprised if this Night Watch is deep in unlawful actions themselves. Mayhap, they...

Hissing in pain at the acid wound, Ishmael stows away his shield (move action) and hammers at the Mouther with a two handed strike. (PA -3 for +6 damage). He starts inching toward the creature's flank.

Wilhelm will attempt to aid Lasair's efforts if possible.

Wil nods and leads the way toward the docks, asking directions from commonfolk where needed. "I am uncertain also about how we are to divide. People seem to react slightly better to you than to me. Mayhap you might lead the inquiries, Lasair?"

Ishmael charges the Mouther with a warcry on his lips. OOG: If charging is not an option, Ishmael will spend a move action to stow his shield and then cast Expeditious Retreat (10% asf)

"What are our options now? As I see it, we could seek psychic help as well as ask around the taverns and pubs in the vicinity. My eyes are drawn to the docks, because if they needed to leave, then these would be a prime place to search for clues. Furthermore, they might have roomed in an inn...

Wil finally understands Lasair's situation, or at least, remembers of it. "Ships are wooden vehicles that carry men and goods over vast bodies of water. They come in all shapes and sizes... perhaps it is best that we approach the docks. We can get information there as well" As to the other part...

"A Port?" Wil is puzzled by Lesair's question, having forgotten her origins. "It is a place where ships from afar stop to unload and take on passengers and cargo, my lady" "Oh yes, of course: the Prayer of Divination! But if such a path has already been tried then it does us nothing. 'Pity...

Wil muses aloud, giving his ideas to his comrades to use or refuse. "This kidnapper may well be associated with the baron. But this appears to be a port city. People come and go here all the time, so there'll be few that remember our quarry even if they saw them. Furthermore, they could have...