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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Oghma" data-source="post: 1796347" data-attributes="member: 71">Sul, 1st of Rhaan - Part 2Part IIAs soon as we reached the upper levels of Sharn, the skies opened up and deluged us with rain.  If rain wasn’t falling directly from the sky, it was falling in sheets off roofs, walkways, and bridges, and we could barely see ahead of us.  It was a warm rain, so it didn’t chill us and make us miserable, but it made us need to navigate from lantern to lantern, as the rain obscured our vision much past about 60 feet.As we approached a skybridge, some of us noticed a cloaked figure slip away, avoiding the lanterns and slipping over a barrier and out of sight.   In the middle of the bridge, there was a body lying in a pool of rain mixed with blood, swirling in a pool around it.We ran to the body, but it was too late.  The shaman tried to staunch the bleeding, but the figure was already dead.  It was an elderly man dressed like a scholar with a satchel clasped tightly in his hands.Samia slipped the satchel out and peeked in it. “Paper, quills, an apple, and a book!” she exclaimed.Suddenly, the cloaked figure whipped up from under the skybridge and attacked our warforged friend, viciously snarling “Flesh-loving traitor!”  Her battle-axe cleaved through the moist air to clang heavily on our ‘forged adamantine-hardened body, knocking him back. The blow uncovered her features to reveal a female-personality warforged face eager for the kill.In seconds, we had swarmed about her.  First came Gear, whose heavy morningstar pounded against the war-forged body.  Rand whipped out a long sword and cut deeply into her side.  Baldon, the shaman, brought fire into his hand and tossed it onto her.  Our  ‘forged whipped out a huge great sword, and stepping back, nearly cleaved the other ‘forged in two.A tiny form lifted out of the ‘forged, and, with a whirr, sped off into the night.  We couldn’t stop it, or even see it after a few feet.  The final messenger had flown off to inform its owner of what had happened.Gear cursed.  “We should have caught that thing!  I might have been able to look at it; maybe figure out where it came from!”Samia looked up from the first body.  "He's got a money pouch!" she grinned, hefting a small leather bag.  She turned to further examine the body.The sound of running boots made us turn around.  Sam quickly moved away from the body.“Olladra’s bloody nose!” said a stocky figure wearing the green-and-black of the City Watch.Facing us was a powerfully built dwarf with a close-cropped beard, leveling a crossbow. Two humans wielding halberds, a male and a female, stood to either side ready for anything.  “By the order of the Watch, drop your weapons and explain yourselves!”, the dwarf bellowed.I stepped up to speak.  “Thank goodness you are here!  We found this body, and while we were looking at it, this warforged attacked our warforged friend…” At a loss for a name, the first thing that popped into my head was “… Target!”  Samia hid a grin and the warforged, somehow, looked pleased.I explained what happened, outlining the fact that we discovered the body and that the apparent attacker attacked us.  We showed him the body of the scholar and the body of the warforged.  Something, however, made me decide not to reveal the presence of the satchel and the book.  If we were going to do this House Sivis thing right, we were going to have to get some answers ourselves.A few locals came out and added that they had seen everything, and that our version of the events was accurate.The dwarf, who introduced himself as Sergeant Dolom, gruffly allowed as to how we’d done well, but that we should things like this up to the watch.  We agreed and wished him well, and left in order to avoid answering any more questions.“Target?” Rand asked at the same time that Samia laughed “Target!”  I looked over at the warforged, who said “It seems… right.  I like it!”“Target it is!” I said, smiling. Everyone laughed, partly in relief for surviving the attack, and partly because, in the end, we all enjoyed ourselves.  Target.  He’s big enough, and he can sure take a hit.While we were walking, a cloaked figure stepped from the shadows and showed a House Cannith signet ring.  “If you would know the truth of Bonal Geldem’s murder, go to the Broken Anvil Tavern at dawn,” he said, and walked away.</blockquote>

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