IR Aftermath (Those Dead PCs are back in action! )

[Festy_Dog]

OOC: Zone of Truth and Detect Thoughts, how's zat?

 

[The Forsaken One]

[OOC: Works for me /OOC]

 

[Kalanyr]

"Kiss of the Spider Queen!, Ask the good nobles ,Stormcloud and Blood Drinker, right there and the Barkeeper how long I've been here. You insult me and you insult my father and mother! No wonder the Lolth worshippers think they should conquer the world its full of idiots! Besides that if I was a spy do you think I'd blow my cover and return here? I'm not as stupid as you time wasters seem to be. The bard was there fighting for his life and all you can do is question me?! "

 

[Mr. Draco]

"Perhaps we should all try to look at this logically. As it stands, Frye, yes, to us there is the possibility of your being a spy. However little sense it makes. Now, unless you go running, or try to kill the rest of us, we have no evidence of such a truth. But, either way, arguing about it now will only waste time. So if you'd be so kind as to tell me about the location that you saw them in, or what you know about their race, we might be able to find them, and ressurect our friend."

 

[The Forsaken One]

"Aye and some truthsaying spells wouldn't hurt either..."

 

[Kalanyr]

"We were in the forest above and what attacked us were 3 Rakshasha nobles. Truth-saying spells ? You ARE crude and uncultured, not to mention insulting, no wizard of my skill would be susceptible to such things, so why you expect me to be unshielded I do not know!"

 

[Darkwolf]

"Ok...Everyone just wait a second. I may not be thinking properly at the moment but that could be that my friend is missing and the last things around him are 3 rakshasha lords which he probably has no hope of surviving against. From the sounds of things, she is probably not a cultist but even if she was, attacking her here in the place where she works is not the thing to do."

"Fyre, how does one get to the surface and from there how do we get to where you two were? We would like to keep it somewhat fast also."

"I know you say that you don't have any more teleports and no way to show us how to get there. Are there any friends of yours that can get us there or show us a good site to pop in?"

 

[Kalanyr]

"Well there's the long walk option, the place where we were is the Grove of Rememberance, its a long way from the where the nearest path to the surface would bring you up. Perhaps Shadow, the waitress over there might have a teleport memorized or the Barkeeper might have something of use. Which is what I intended to ask them before your loutish companions got in my way."

 

[Macbrea]

A well dressed winged dark elf noble with silver hair and a green pendant hanging from his belt approaches the group from the bar, "Fyre is there a problem here? I was watching the gathering and noticed that they were starting to lear alittle too much at you. I know you gain alot of hanger-ons. This group may be alittle too dangerous to incite. "

Looking at the group, Mektos states, "Excuse me for my being rude. I am Mektos Hawkwine of house T'sidar. My family has sent me along to assist the group in this investigation."

 

[Sollir Furryfoot]

Xarindel and Ramus exit out of the lavish extradimensional area, stepping back into the room that they rented, opening the door, the elf hurries with his information, a hint of a tear pressing against the side of his face as he made his way.

Appearing downstairs towards the rest, and ignoring the winged elf next to the group, he confronts the rest of the group, "Ilaelthilen has been killed-his corpse turned to dust, but we must not act rashly just yet, that won't help us." Xarindel turns to Fyre, "You were with Ilaelthilen the whole time? Were you under the effect of a nondetection spell? Did you recognize the two woodelves that approached the both of you? They seemed to have been hunting in the area before they met all of you...There was also a third...do you know if he was invisible or cloaked also in a nondetection spell?" Xarindel waits patiently for the answers of his questions, taking them in as he hears them.

"Forgive me for asking everything in a rush...may I ask who you are?" Xarindel turns to the winged dark elf, eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.