A Merc's Life: Howl of the Carrion King [01]


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Houwlou Groulenas

"Agreed."


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Houwlou Groulenas - Male Olcán Ranger 1
Initiative: +1, Perception: +8(?)(+2 more smell/sound,+2 more vs. undead), Low Light Vision 60'
AC: 17 (4Chain Shirt + 2Lg. Shield + 1Dex);FF16;T11
Fort:+2 | Ref:+3 | Will:+4
HP: 21/21
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Zastoran looks expectantly at Aodhán. "Something I can do for you, my friend?"

"Yeah, well at least I hope so. I'm wondering if you've seen anything out of the ordinary before the fires? I really want to get to the bottom of this mess. My name's Aodhán, faithful servant of Lonrach and yourself?" Aodhán replies, reaching out to shake the fellows hand.
 

"Lonrach, eh? Now that's a name one doesn't hear often! I follow Nethys myself.

Very sad about Elaois. He was a charlatan, of course - complete drivel, all that stuff about reading the Harrow cards and such. Still, Almah seemed fond of him, and he was the only one here who could discuss the poetry of Bellianais and the music of far off Absalom. I'll miss our conversations.

Unusual? Hmmm. Well, I can clear the other group of mercenaries - I remember I was trying to read near the fire pit and had to move because they were being so loud. Yes, all six of them were definitely around the pit when the fire broke out, so none of them could have done it.

I suppose you might ask Dashki where he was. I don't remember seeing him around, and he has a positively unhealthy fixation on the Lady Almah. Always lurking about, trying to get a glimpse and to stay close to her.


[sblock=OOC]Trying to get the momentum going again, so I didn't make you work for all that like I should have. ;)[/sblock]
 

Meanwhile, Back at the Ranch . . .

Aodhán concludes his conversation with the diminutive cleric and rejoins the others.

Having gotten together and discussed your findings, it appears that Dashki is the most likely suspect . . . none of your conversations yielded information that would exonerate him, and he is quite the suspicious sort. Houwlou grumbles a bit at the accusation of a fellow gnoll hater, but reluctantly accompanies the rest to the Lady Almah's tent to present your findings. Kecil flags down Garavel and asks him to bring Dashki as well.

Soon everyone is gathered before the beautiful merchant princess . . .
 

"Mi' Lady, we have questioned those wheere are here with us and all seem to be noting that one individual is noted as being in the vicinity of the wagon at the time of the fire. one known as Dashki."

Harn repeats the gathered comments as spoken by his fellow mercenary company members for refrence.
 

Houwlou Groulenas

"I wish to say, M'Lady, before these proceedings get underway, that this accusation weighs heavily upon me, because I feel a certain amount of kinship of spirit with this Dashki. This does not excuse his crime, if such he has, indeed, committed, but I am still moved to plead with M'Lady for all leniency for Dashki that is within your discretion, under the law, to grant."

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Houwlou Groulenas - Male Olcán Ranger 1
Initiative: +1, Perception: +8(?)(+2 more smell/sound,+2 more vs. undead), Low Light Vision 60'
AC: 17 (4Chain Shirt + 2Lg. Shield + 1Dex);FF16;T11
Fort:+2 | Ref:+3 | Will:+4
HP: 21/21
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"After talking to Zastoran he also mentioned that none of the mercenaries were missing before the blaze, so they couldn't be suspect, and his thoughts also leaned towards Dashki as the culprit. I confirmed that Elaois had died in the blaze and not due to any events before that time" Aodhán adds
 

Dashki Answers the Charges

As Aodhán is finishing his statement to Almah, there is a scratch on the wall of the tent next to the flap. Garavel enters, Dashki in tow.

The lady presents your findings to her Gnoll expert, who blusters and fumes as she recites the charges. "My Lady, I did not do this thing! I swear to you I was having my lunch by the campfire when the fire started . . . this fire was not my doing!" The greasy man glances frantically from person to person in the tent. "How do we even know the fire was set? That idiot burned a hundred candles in his wagon. Perhaps he just got unlucky. We’re in gnoll country. It was probably pugwampis!”
 


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