LEARAH RELIGHT RESPONDS:
"This is indeed troubling, as Vaidun mentioned usually powerful magic-users keep themselves well-protected in their own homes. So it appears that something or someone have assaulted the mages home with two intentions. The first, is that they used the looting as a cover-up to throw us off track and their true target was the mage, or second, a group of powerful theives attacked the home for a reason, most likely looking for a particular item and waylaid the mage before he could mount a defense. It would take much coordination to surprise a magic-user in his home. Did your uncle have any enemies you knew about my dear Learah?" Blade says, leaning back in his chair thinking about the possibilities.
"This is all most troubling! As I just said, I am not aware of any enemies of Uncle Londie, but that does not mean that there were are none."
Receiving his glass of wine, Vaidun swirls it a bit and takes a sip. His eyebrows raise in surprise, as if he didn't expect to find quite such a nice flavored drink here in the Dalelands. He smiles and nods at the master of the inn. "Quite nice, goodman. When I am finished here, I may well have some business to discuss with you."
With a smile, he turns his attention back to the conversation at hand. "Vandals? That is strange, considering your uncle to be a prominent mage. We have a tendency to guard our homes with the magics we practice, and it generally takes those of skill to penetrate said magics. Were you and the local constabulary able to find any clues while you were at the mansion?"
Learah Relight says to Vaidun,
"No, he had no real enemies that I am aware of. The people here always liked his fireworks shows very much. But, honestly, I had not had overmuch contact with him in recent years, so I cannot really say what he may or may not have been up to. Clues? No, nothing was apparent to our untrained eyes. I am hoping that you have more success with this!"
As the others entered the building, Whin stayed outside, his gaze alternating between the golem and the guards as he sized both up, though in truth he was keeping an eye on everything.
"What do you think of the guards?" He whispered as he stood next to the golem, crossing his arms. "Either they are used to such adventurers, or they are arrogant enough to think that no troupe of outsiders could challenge them, or they know something we do not."
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Talking to my sword here, though anybody listening in would probably think whin was stupidly trying to converse with the golem, and hopefully be quite taken when they hear a response.
Dear Sweetleif, do you wish to RP the sword or should I? In case you do, it's got the personality of a smiteful warpriest.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC]Oh, PLEASE?? Can I, can I, huh, huh, huh???? Have you named the sword yet, or may I?
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The sword's voice is quite high pitched, and to the untrained ear sounds very much like the scraping whine that is produced when it is very rapidly withdrawn from its sheath. "Ahhh," it says, "They're all a bunch of pu*****! Let me at 'em! I can take 'em!"
Sam gives a slight bow to the large lady. "Congratulations, m'lady. I am Sam. We would like to search the house for any clues that might have been left. We need directions, and if it's locked up, do you have a key? Also, are there any neighbors you know of?"
[sblock=OOC] "I am Sam. Sam I am." Let's see.... that reminds me of
something. Oh, yeah:
"I will not eat them with a moose,
I will not eat them with a goose.
I will not eat them, Sam I am,
I do not like green eggs and ham!"
And for this case, we have this adaptation:
"Is Uncle Londar in his house?
Is Uncle Londar with a mouse?
I do not know where he may be,
so why don't you come look with me?"
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"I tried to lock it up again, but with so many of the windows broken out now, I fear that it did not do much good. Nevertheless, here is the key," Learah says, handing Sam I Am the key. [She also gives you directions to the place.]
Laz took his distance from everyone else taking post as he leaned against the wooden door frame of the exit... he used his acute elven hearing to pick up on the conversations between Learah and his new-found companions. Laz was being his normal typical self, standoff-ish at best as he looked about the room slowly, keeping an eye on things. His companions would be more than able to devise what was going on here, too many cooks would spoil the broth...
OOC: Thanks! I appreciate that! - Your overworked DM
