Darksun Killer In Ravenloft PT I

[dead_radish]

Tallask nods. "My thoughts were to contact the psychic. She seems to have more of a handle on things than a street rat. But there are six of us, and three sources. Perhaps we split up into pairs, to get this over faster?"

Tallask reaches back to unconciously grasp his longspear, which is leaning against the wall behind him.

"What can you people do? The chain wielder is clearly a warrior, the masker is a mind-bender. I'm a dabbler in the way, and a warrior. The rest of you?"

 

[Jarval]

"I'm a scout, of sorts. I have some skill with languages as well." Odten replies to Tallask.

Or at least, that's all I'm telling you. I doubt some of you would accept my true skills...

 

[Velenne]

"I'll go to the Lizard since no one will answer my damned question. I will make the informant talk. What does he look like?"

 

[dead_radish]

Tallask looks at the elf, and shakes his head. "If we knew, we might tell you, especially since he seems to be an informant within the Templarate. Could be amusing to see you shake him down."

He shrugs. "But all we know is that his informant can be found there. If anyone is sand-addled enough to dress up as a Templar, that could work, or else you could take another, and provide protection and step in if need be."

Tallask unconciously slips into the role of caravan master, albeit in a different form.

"You, lass, should investigate this Hass. I will speak with the psychic. Our masked friend here could accompany me. The winged fellow might be a fair companion for the tavern, with language skills, leaving the quiet one to accompany you."

He looks around to see if 1. people seem to be agreeing or 2. someone seems to have a better plan.

 

[Jeremy]

Drinchek turns his head to look towards Odten and croaks something hoarsely in Pterran, his voice is hoarse and whispery, like someone with a bad case of laryngitis or a damaged throat, "They are going to split us up..."

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Sorren nodded at Tallask. "I look forward to speaking with this... "psychic".

He stood and, grabbing his obsidian staff, nodded to the others.

"The sooner the better.."

 

[Jeremy]

Drinchek works his way to his feet and addresses the group in common, he works hard to try to make his voice heard, but the strain is obvious in his voice, "Perhaps some muscle would be a good counter balance to her softer approach, I will go with Odten. If kind words don't work, perhaps our warrior comrade can intimidate Hass into speaking the words we need to hear."

By the end of his short statement Drinchek is out of breath, and his voice is a croak, and he grabs at his water afterwards, gurgling some down. He shuffles over a step to stand behind the pterran.

 

[dead_radish]

Tallask nods. "If you are a pair, then you should act as one - everyone to their strengths, eh?"

He approaches the human mindbender. "I am Tallask."

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Sorren gave a slight bow to Tallask and removed his crystalline mask. He regarded him with piercing grey eyes.

"Greetings Tallask. I am Sorren."

With that, he slid the mask back in place.

[OOC: Tallask, where is your character sheet? Its not in the Rogues Gallery. I'm not sure what you look like.]

 

[Velenne]

The great elf with the chain walks over to the woman and eyes her suspiciously.

"Do not think that I am foolish. I have not survived on my own for so long by being anyone's pet, or anyone's fool. When we find this street rat, you can try your silver tongue. When that does not work, I will try my steel chain. And that has never failed me. I am Dukotti."