Dr. Si's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Alpha Group

[Dr Simon]

It's been a busy day, what with the otyugh rampage followed by Natalya's commission to help her aunt and cousin, the visit to Dromdal Manor. It is late in the afternoon by the time Tristan, Bael and Jerrigan arrive at All The World's Meat in North Point. Maya had been uncharacteristically compliant about staying behind at Dromdal Manor, her whispered promise of retribution not-withstanding.

The butchery stands in a busy trading street, a two storey building with an attached palisaded stockyard. The front window has wooden shutters that fold up and down to form a blind and a counter respectively. By the time you arrive, the stock has sold out. A man who was born to be a butcher - large, with red mutton-chop whiskers and a florid complexion - is wiping down the counter with sand. Two men stand idly by the door to the shop, swords at their hips and a hint of mail beneath their clothes.

 

[kinem]

Tristan takes the lead into the shop. Looks like we came at a good time - no customers around.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen. My name is Tristan. My collegues and I are here to present you with an offer that I think you would be wise to take. It should get you out of some hot water, and at the same time you might help save a woman's life.

We recently joined the city guard, and were told that you guys were deserters that had set up shop here, handing out free meat. We were told to bring you back into the guard, and we were promised that you would be allowed to rejoin it with just a slap on the wrist if you cooperated. But if you don't, you can be sure that arrest is the next step.

Recently we were asked to help protect a woman who is likely being hunted by the infamous Slicer, who has escaped from prison. We can use more manpower to stake out her residence. If you help us, and we catch the Slicer, we could all be heroes, and surely you would get off without even much of that slap on the wrist."

 

[Leif]

Jerrigan Arbordelve

Jerrigan stands ramrod straight, his arms folded across his chest, in mute support of Tristan.

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Jerrigan Arbordelve, Cleric 1 of Sarenrae (Goddess of Sun, Redemption, Honesty, & Healing)
HP: 24
AC: 20, FF: 16, T: 14

Saves:
Fort= +4 [+2(class),+2(ability)]
Ref= +3 [+0(class),+3(ability)]
Will= +5 [+2(class),+2(ability), +1(background trait)]

Scimitar= Att +2, Dam 1d8+1

Domains:
Fire (domain power at 1st level, Fire Bolt - ranged touch for 1d6+1/2levels),
Healing (domain power at 1st level, Rebuke Death - dying subject regains 1d4 hp)


Spells Prepared
0 Level: Detect Magic, Guidance, Resistance
1 Level: Bless, Summon Monster I*

*converted to cure spell of same level
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[Walking Dad]

Bae tries to do the same as Jerriagan, but cannot avoid a slight grin because of Tristan's self-confidence.

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Bael
AC 16 (T13, FF13), HP 25/25, F +2,R+5,W+0
Resistance to cold 5, electricity 5, and fire 5.
Darkness 1/day, Sneak 1d6
Rapier +2 . 1d6+2 . 19-20/X2
Shortbow +3 . 1d6 . 20/X3

Stealth +8 (including ACP)
Perception + 4
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[Dr Simon]

The red-whiskered man looks up.

"Deserter is an ugly word," he says with a scowl. "Folk's who throw words like that around ought to watch themselves."

"We don't got no business with Kroft no more," adds one of the door guards, a tall man with thick eyebrows that merge into one bushy monobrow.

"But we can do business with you, if the price is right," adds Whiskers. "Step inside and we'll talk."

 

[kinem]

Tristan walks further in, knowing the others will have his back.

"We can talk about prices, but first we have to establish some trust. That means explaining the desertion situation, at least.

If you have a different story than Kroft told us, it had better be a good one it you expect us to believe it. What's your beef with her?

In any case, the threat of arrest is not something you can ignore.

I rarely trust those on the wrong side of the law. Granted, I don't always trust the law, either."

 

[Leif]

Jerrigan Arbordelve

"Enough, Tristan. You can't hear their answers if you don't hush yourself first."

[sblock=stat block, Jerrigan]
Jerrigan Arbordelve, Cleric 1 of Sarenrae (Goddess of Sun, Redemption, Honesty, & Healing)
HP: 24
AC: 20, FF: 16, T: 14

Saves:
Fort= +4 [+2(class),+2(ability)]
Ref= +3 [+0(class),+3(ability)]
Will= +5 [+2(class),+2(ability), +1(background trait)]

Scimitar= Att +2, Dam 1d8+1

Domains:
Fire (domain power at 1st level, Fire Bolt - ranged touch for 1d6+1/2levels),
Healing (domain power at 1st level, Rebuke Death - dying subject regains 1d4 hp)


Spells Prepared
0 Level: Detect Magic, Guidance, Resistance
1 Level: Bless, Summon Monster I*

*converted to cure spell of same level
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[Walking Dad]

"I think he means simply that we cannot trust you. That isn't meant as offense. You cannot trust us either. Let's talk about the things that will give us a reason to trust each other... money." Bael interferes, fearing that they will loose the opportunity to gain any help or information.

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Bael
AC 16 (T13, FF13), HP 25/25, F +2,R+5,W+0
Resistance to cold 5, electricity 5, and fire 5.
Darkness 1/day, Sneak 1d6
Rapier +2 . 1d6+2 . 19-20/X2
Shortbow +3 . 1d6 . 20/X3

Stealth +8 (including ACP)
Perception + 4
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[Dr Simon]

"You should listen to your pals," says Whiskers to Tristan. "If you want to hire some muscle, that's something we can talk about. If you want to give us a lecture you can take a hike. As my friend Baldrago here says, we've got no business with Kroft any more, and you've got no business in our business. Now," he wipes his hands on his apron and looks at Bael. "What's this job, devil-boy?"

 

[Walking Dad]

"Breaking some crazy killer's legs for attacking an old lady. And playing guards for some snobs. Could be fun." Bael says with a smirk.
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Bael
AC 16 (T13, FF13), HP 25/25, F +2,R+5,W+0
Resistance to cold 5, electricity 5, and fire 5.
Darkness 1/day, Sneak 1d6
Rapier +2 . 1d6+2 . 19-20/X2
Shortbow +3 . 1d6 . 20/X3

Stealth +8 (including ACP)
Perception + 4
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