Darksun Killer In Ravenloft PT I

[dead_radish]

Tallask looks up as the templar arrives, and tries to recall if he's seen this particular man before in his caravan travels. He gestures for the serving girl to bring another meal, and sits back to wait for the elf to approach him, making no real move to greet the templar. He also attempts to watch the reactions of the other patrons, to see if any of them seem to be waiting as well, particularly the mindbenders.

 

[silvertable81]

"Oh, he's finally here." says Jayde to her drink buyer. "I'll just go say Hi, real quick like, back in a jif." Jayde walks over to the Templar's table and chooses her seat. She sits. "Good afternoon, Sir. Why did you call for me?"

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Sorren watched as the templar entered. Then sat back a moment to observe the others as they approached the templar.

"So." He thought. "I am not alone in this."

Sorren finally got up, and walked over to the templar's table. As he neared, one of the chairs seemed to slide out by itself. A low rumbling bass sound accompanied the sudden motion. Sorren took the chair and situated himself at the table.

He stared hard at the templar from behind his crystalline mask.

"Why is it that a templar, such as yourself, would summon a master of the Way, such as myself?"

 

[Jeremy]

"Waiting won't make it any better I guess," Drinchek wheezes.

He levers himself up onto his feet and works his way over to the table and seating himself.

 

[megamania]

DARKSUN
KALIDNAY KILLER
PLAY BY e-MAIL
SEGMENT 004

An elf enters the tavern wearing a chain as if he he knows how to use it in combat. A few of you sence an uneasiness in him.

The elven templar looks hard at Odten. He moves gracefully towards him and Drinchek. Suddenly and much louder than required, a female leaves the main bar suggesting this encounter with the templar will be brief and of little importance.
Sorren, with a quiet sigh, gets up and joins the growing group.

He glares at each of you, measuring you up and memorizing every detail of your appearance and presence.
“I am Jayzon, Templar of Justice. I have been mislead to believe you could do a job for the city….a paying job. It pays little but is better than working in the mines or fields. This job calls for discretion on your parts. Someone has killed several rabblers in the Rat Warrens. No true city offense but when a lower templar looked into it he went missing. The Templerate of Justice suspects he found the killer and was killed in turn. This is punishable by death…slow and painful death whenever possibly (a curling grinch-like smile rises on his face then disappears quickly). Unfortunately, this matter has been left to me to deal with now. I have no wish to sully my hands in the matter and thus I am willing to pay others to find the killer in my stead. Though I can not give you full authority to do this investigation, I can arrange certain previlgages to be granted to you while doing this job for the city.”
He pauses to stare sharply at each of you in turn. He then places a small light blue crystal on the table before you.
“Encoded onto this memory crystal, are the templar’s earliest notes to his investigation. You are fortunate that he was cautious enough to record this before the night he was killed. I demand regular reports of your activities. Met me here each day at mid-day. Do not be late again. I dislike tardy servants. They are so unpredictable. Your pay will be 5 bits a day for each of you. A quick and quiet capture may bring a bonus. If you refuse this assignment, I will see to it you go to the mine pits as a slave for the rest of your short lives.”
He gets up, leaving the crystal behind on the table, and leaves. You have little doubt the elven bastatch will do as he threatens.

Questions or actions before he actually leaves?

 

[Velenne]

Dukotti has the piece of mind to keep his eyes down and only nod when the templar is finished. If he has to track down some wayward slaves, he'll do so with pleasure if it means keeping his newfound freedom.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Sorren seathed with anger at the blatant disrespect this ignorant templar would show a master of the Way. He was tempted to destroy the man on the spot.

Instead he simply nodded silently. He knew that to give into his impulses would only complicate matters.

He would play along. For now....

 

[Jeremy]

A thousand questions race through Drinchek's mind at a pace not even he can fully comprehend but the overwhelming undercurrent is surprisingly one of disappointment. Drinchek sits silently pondering this, behind his thick shroud he is not looking at the templar nor even seeming much to listen, though it's difficult to tell amidst the heaps of mismatched, desert-worn robes.

At least he didn't order us killed on the spot. But what do I know about finding killers? What I *do* know is that you don't fight the system. So I'll just lay low, and do what I'm told..

Drinchek sizes up each member at the table for an obvious leader or at least a figurehead. Coming to the loud female or the masked man, Drinchek chooses the woman as she would draw more attention away from the rest of them. He orients his body to face her and waits for her response.

 

[dead_radish]

Tallask sighs heavily. "It would be quite the honor to serve, eh?" He is clearly weighing the value of doing business in Kalidnay against the cost of tracking down this slave.

"Why is it that you have not merely rousted the Rats from the slums and offered them all 3 ceramics to turn in the culprit, or sent in a templar hit squad? Is there something about this that requires outside help? Or do you just not wish to soil your hands?"

He is not confrontational when asking these questions, merely seeking information. He doesn't have the tact to phrase them subtly.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Sorren quickly brought his anger under control and cleared his mind.

He peered deep into the templar's eyes. "Why us?"