[IC Thread] Delving the Mists

[Fangor the Fierce]

Cerebus:

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Alyson, seeing that there is nothing more to do this night, decides to head back home, and get some sleep. This sure has been an eventful day! She will walk back home, keeping to the well lit streets, while listening for anyone and trying to make sure nobody is following her.

 

[Gramcrackered]

Orum: Fighter

Cerebus, Pyrex, and Salzorin:

Spoiler

Orum nodded to himself with a degree of contentment; it was good to see that things were more or less in control here. A stable base of law-abiding folk helped keep the city ticking like clockwork from day to day.

With that out of the way though...Orum found himself back at square one. He didn't want to get involved with the dice game, lest he ruin whatever Quilan was doing. He wasn't needed to deal with any sort of problem in the room.

Nonetheless, he had to remain vigilant! Alert! At attention!
With that in mind, Orum resumes thumping about the room, sipping his drink and generally making a complete ass of himself.

 

[Cerebus13]

Fangor:

You make it back to your house in good time, and don't notice anyone following you at all while traveling along the larger roads. You let yourself into the house and hang your coat up...noticing that Kalri has put her's there as well.
Stepping into the main living area you see Kalri dabbing at the cut on her arm with some water and a cloth, wincing from time to time as she cleans the wound properly.

Telsar:

Kalri bows to you as you thank her and says, "I am probably going to turn in very soon after I clean up the cut on my arm a bit first. Today was rather strenuous and I am quite tired." She yawns as she follows to see you out the door and off into the night.
Not knowing much about the area where the crime was commited other than it is a much poorer section of the city you are unsure if there are any taverns, "safe" ones anyway, so you decide to stop at one of the several that you passed by on the way to Kalri's place.
[OOC: Map #1 on my website is the general district that you are within, you have a vague idea that the body was found somewhere south of there but not too far away.]

You pick out a tavern that doesn't seem too rowdy, but not without its lack of talkative patrons, and step inside. Upon stepping up to the bar it doesn't take long for a few daring, if sometimes drunk, gents to step up and offer to buy you a drink. With a smile and a few winks you are able to overhear a few rumors about the recent murder that seem interesting:
"It was a lady that done it I swear! I got a cousin who seen 'er runnin' away from the dead gal with blood all runnin' up and down 'er arms!"
"I've been hearing talk of a gang of thugs moving into the area and extorting money from all the folks who come into their territory after dark. You won't see me wandering around down there when the sun goes down, no sir!"
Nothing else useful is said, and you begin to feel the effects of the alcohol relaxing your muscles as time passes.

Gram, Salzorin & Pyrex:

The dice game Quilan is in starts to speed up and he gets the hang of things. Games begin to fly by...

[OOC: to save time here are the highest rolls of the next 10 games: 8, 6, 9, 10, 7, 8, 4, 11, 9, 8. You can stop at any time if you wish or try Sleight of Hand, just use the diceroller.]

Some of the bar patrons are paying more attention to Orum now and laughing...thinking he is terribly drunk at this point. The bartender wearily shakes his head and begins wiping down some of the tables.

Anton spends some time drinking and listening to the banter between Quilan and the dice rolling men. He soon has a hunch that the man sitting directly across from Quilan is possibly one of his quarry...
He isn't very tall and is very slender and lanky. Several days stubble has grown on his face, but his hair is rather short and black colored...which contrasts his brown eyes. Hooked over the back of his chair is a wooden shield with a longbow and some arrows hanging next to it. He is clad in a shirt of chain with a sword on his belt and several daggers strapped onto himself in various places.

[OOC: Orum and Quilan are quick to notice that Anton is paying closer attention to the dice game than he seems to be. Eventually they see that he is glancing frequently at the man sitting across from Quilan, but they can interpret this however they want to.]

 

[Salzorin]

Quilan -- Rogue

As Quilan rakes in the pot once again, a winner, [[My rolls can be found here... I got 5 wins, 4 losses and a tie.]] he looks up at the men and jovially says, "It's not really fair for me to be taking all ye' money when I don't even know your fella's names yet." He signals at the bartender to bring over another round. "I suppose I'll foot the bill on this round too, but you all need to tell me a little bit about yourselves... otherwise I'll end the evening a poor man regardless of how well I throw the dice."

 

[Fangor the Fierce]

Alyson and Kalri - Anatomist and Apprentice

Alsyon, seeing that Kalri is safe, asks, "I went back to the site that the thugs were and noticed you all had left. I take it everything went well? Did the guards take the thugs in to custody? How did Natalie fare?"

Hearing the response, Alyson begins her readying for the nights sleep. Today sure has been a long one. Only the gods know what tomorrow will hold.

"I am sorry you got injured, let me make sure that is cared for." Checking the work that Kalri has done, Alyson smiles. "Well, looks like you have been studying quite a bit. That should heal nicely."

She then makes her way to her bed, to a nice long night of sleep.

 

[Telsar]

Natalie Bayne -- Wizard/Rogue

Natalia will act a bit scared at the talk of the extortionists, asking what areas they’re doing this in, so she knows where to avoid.

She’s very grateful when the buzz of the alcohol kicks in. She relaxes, and trades a few bawdy jokes with people, although if anyone gets excessively feely, she’ll lean in close to him and give him a dead stare, whispering “Any man who touches me will lose a body part…”, she looks down below the man’s waist and adds “or two.” [Intimidate +15]

After an hour or so, after drinking a bit too much a bit too fast, she’ll head out, trying to discourage anyone from ‘escorting her home’. She’ll empathically call to Perspie, her owl familiar, something she typically does when coming home a little light-headed as she is now, just so he can watch over her. Sometimes he’s around, sometimes he’s not. Then she’ll head home, to get some much needed sleep.

 

[Gramcrackered]

Orum - Fighter

Even Orum can't deny that he's beginning to feel a bit stupid; after all, it's not the biggest area that he's patrolling about in. It's certainly not like he's accomplishing much.

Sighing quietly, he finally picks a seat and slumps down into it. Within moments his sipping has shifted to outright chugging.

 

[Cerebus13]

Alyson:

You crawl into bed and are asleep almost before you hit the pillow.

Natalie:

Nobody knows exactly where this gang has taken up residence because they've only heard about it from a friend of a friend (typical). The man telling you this thinks they are living somewhere south of here right along the border of the poor district and the less poor residential area.

After your whispered threat to an overly friendly bar patron nobody bothers you for the rest of the evening and you are able to leave the tavern on your own. Feeling the alcohol tingle in your head you are glad to finally make it back home and into bed.

Gram, Salzorin & Pyrex

A few of the men look a little grumpy at Quilan's luck so far in the game, but one of the more drunk ones says with a slur, "My name is Ishmael!" He rubs his blurry eyes for a moment and then starts to name off the rest of his gambling partners, "And that there is Eindrininini, GunBEEjorn, Jaffar, and Omar.." His pronuciations of the names sounds rather...odd but the rest of the men just shake their heads and laugh a little at his drunkeness.

Orum begins to relax a bit as he takes down the contents of his ale faster than before, he is even able to mildly enjoy the music of the lute player. From what you can hear over at Quilan's table it appears that he is winning more than he is losing, but one of his drunken competitors doesn't seem to mind as he introduces everyone around the table and continues to drink the ale that Quilan is buying.

 

[Pyrex]

Anton, Urban Ranger

Heading back to the bar to pick up another mug of ale, Anton takes a good look at "Omar". On the way back to his table, Anton signals Orum to follow when Anton leaves.

Anton sits back at his table and waits for Omar to leave. When he does, he'll follow.

 

[Cerebus13]

The dice game continues for a while longer as the men continue to take turns tossing the bones. The next ten games result in scores of: 10, 11, 8, 7, 9, 9, 10, 8, 6, 12.

[OOC: Salzorin go ahead and do your rolls against these games again and tell me how many you win. You can drop at any time but can't rejoin again until the next set of rolls.]

Tossing back his head to empty the contents of his mug Omar sets the cup done and belches contentedly. He stands up from the table and thanks Quilan for the drinks and the other men for the games of dice, but that he must be going for the evening.
He straps his shield onto his back and shoulders his longbow before heading out the door into the night.

[OOC: I'll end the post here at this point to give Gram and Pyrex a chance to decide how they will react to his leaving. Gram you can either roleplay out attempting to understand Pyrex's previous hand signals, or roll a d20 and add your Int bonus to it and I will determine what you are able to understand. You are getting a little drunk at this point also, but not so bad that it affects any Int checks yet since you are a rather strong fellow.]