Walking Dad
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[Living Pathfinder]The Green Faerie
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InVinoVeritas
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You all sleep well that night. When you awaken the next morning, you learn that Alnar has not yet returned.
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Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan stumbles downstairs still half-asleep, his clothing a bit in shambles and his hair a mess. As he reaches the common room, he seems to finally realize what a fright he must appear, at which point he runs his hands through his hair, pats his clothing, and almost instantly appears as put-together as if he had spent a great deal of time primping.
"Okay, so I think we agree no one goes wandering off alone after this, yes?" Nathan says when he realizes Alnar is missing. He sighs, thinking, then asks Willow, "We have to meet with our client first, or the poor, high-strung fool's like to think we've all gone missing. But if we made our way back to the opera house after that, Willow, could Boon still pick up Alnar's scent, do you think?"
Nathan stumbles downstairs still half-asleep, his clothing a bit in shambles and his hair a mess. As he reaches the common room, he seems to finally realize what a fright he must appear, at which point he runs his hands through his hair, pats his clothing, and almost instantly appears as put-together as if he had spent a great deal of time primping.
"Okay, so I think we agree no one goes wandering off alone after this, yes?" Nathan says when he realizes Alnar is missing. He sighs, thinking, then asks Willow, "We have to meet with our client first, or the poor, high-strung fool's like to think we've all gone missing. But if we made our way back to the opera house after that, Willow, could Boon still pick up Alnar's scent, do you think?"
HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
[sblock=OOC] With the current timing deliemna in the Tavern thread (my fault sorry), I think we should stay here. [/sblock]
"If he doesn't show up here like we all agreed upon, perhaps something truly has happened to him." Markas says after sitting down to breakfast.
After a couple bites he adds, "We could ask the guard to investigate should he not show up in the next forty eight hours. But they would be hard pressed to find him themselves. Boon may prove a better choice at that." he says with a grin.
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"If he doesn't show up here like we all agreed upon, perhaps something truly has happened to him." Markas says after sitting down to breakfast.
After a couple bites he adds, "We could ask the guard to investigate should he not show up in the next forty eight hours. But they would be hard pressed to find him themselves. Boon may prove a better choice at that." he says with a grin.
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Walking Dad
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Ta-Am-Ath AC 15 (T15, FF12), HP 13/13, F +3,R+4,W+4, CMB +4, CMD 16
"Yes. We should take the matter in our own hands. I doubt the guards will help us. He hasn't even vanished for a day..." Ta responds to the former guard.
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Ta-Am-Ath
gained: 2 potions of mage armor, 60 gp
lost: 10pp, 1 potion of mage armor.
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"Yes. We should take the matter in our own hands. I doubt the guards will help us. He hasn't even vanished for a day..." Ta responds to the former guard.
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Ta-Am-Ath
gained: 2 potions of mage armor, 60 gp
lost: 10pp, 1 potion of mage armor.
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InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
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A frigid splash of water strikes Alnar's face, rousing him to consciousness. Opening his eyes, he sees the morning light filter through stained glass windows above him, multicolored light cascading across the stone chamber and the lurid feminine statue standing above him. He feels himself lying down, on a cold marble slab. It is only then that he realizes his head hurts, the searing fire of last night's slashes still gnawing at his neck and chest. Trying to adjust his position, he attempts to shift his weight, but fails. Craning his neck, he realizes he has been shackled to the slab.
A murmur can be heard, the chamber echoing the slightest sound. One of the orcs from last night comes within Alnar's vision, and looks his body over. She then looks up, and steps away.
Another woman steps into view, an elf. Her features are dramatic, alabaster skin pulled taut across strong chiseled cheekbones, and long, willowy hair a shade of green so light it appears to be nearly blonde.
"Good morning," she intones. "Do you know who I am?"
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As the discussions commence, Zitteaux feeds you with a glorious array of puff pastries and a dark, invigorating brew that he claims is a personal secret.
About halfway through the meal, Umberto returns to the inn. He looks around furtively, and joins the party at the table. Stammering, but with a quiet resolve, he proclaims, "My brother Carnemorto is dead. His body was decomposing quickly, but your comrade was able to pull him from the swamp and get him back to town. He'll rest in the family tomb. Your friend, the half-orc, he... isn't all there, is he? Kept singing something about frogs and granite."
Umberto shakes his head. "Never mind. What have you learned?"
A frigid splash of water strikes Alnar's face, rousing him to consciousness. Opening his eyes, he sees the morning light filter through stained glass windows above him, multicolored light cascading across the stone chamber and the lurid feminine statue standing above him. He feels himself lying down, on a cold marble slab. It is only then that he realizes his head hurts, the searing fire of last night's slashes still gnawing at his neck and chest. Trying to adjust his position, he attempts to shift his weight, but fails. Craning his neck, he realizes he has been shackled to the slab.
A murmur can be heard, the chamber echoing the slightest sound. One of the orcs from last night comes within Alnar's vision, and looks his body over. She then looks up, and steps away.
Another woman steps into view, an elf. Her features are dramatic, alabaster skin pulled taut across strong chiseled cheekbones, and long, willowy hair a shade of green so light it appears to be nearly blonde.
"Good morning," she intones. "Do you know who I am?"
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As the discussions commence, Zitteaux feeds you with a glorious array of puff pastries and a dark, invigorating brew that he claims is a personal secret.
About halfway through the meal, Umberto returns to the inn. He looks around furtively, and joins the party at the table. Stammering, but with a quiet resolve, he proclaims, "My brother Carnemorto is dead. His body was decomposing quickly, but your comrade was able to pull him from the swamp and get him back to town. He'll rest in the family tomb. Your friend, the half-orc, he... isn't all there, is he? Kept singing something about frogs and granite."
Umberto shakes his head. "Never mind. What have you learned?"
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You're are the nice women who is going to let me go. Alnar says smiling to the women.
Look, this is all a misunderstanding. I was following Maschera, to see where she lives. I'm a fan of hers and was wondering that perhaps, maybe, she might go out with me or something. Pathetic I know, but that is just how it is. Then she started singing and my head felt funny and this orc lady pulled a crossbow on me. Well I thought she was going to kill me so I clawed her with my nails and then these orcs charged me.
Look, I don't know if you are her agent or if she is dating your boyfriend or anything, but I don't know anything about it. I just graduated from the University and they don't have very many women there.... I know that makes me only more pathetic but she was so beautiful... Alnar says trailing off. Look, you can have her OK? Just let me go and I won't say anything. I'm sure there are lots of women that can sing in this town. Nobody will miss her.
bluff = 20, diplomacy = 3
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Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
"Kanli is ... Kanli," Nathan says with a bit of amusement. "But he does get the job done. Speaking of ... I'm afraid this wasn't a simple fight. Someone was hired--or, at least ordered--to take care of your brother. We found signs of the fight, and believe we found where he was dragged to a boat and taken to where you found the body.
"We visited the opera house where Maschera sings, as it also seemed pretty clear he was quite infatuated with her. I should tell you we've been pretty close to the breast with information about Carnemorto's disappearance. We presented ourselves as 'security experts' looking into your brother. We're meeting Maschera here later this morning, or we're supposed to. I'm afraid subsequent events have me worried she, too may have gone missing.
"One of our number stayed behind at the opera house, and he hasn't returned. Meanwhile, a gaggle of half-orcs assaulted us, as well, one feigning to be Abzienta and claiming Maschera was 'hers.' We dispatched them, but I suspect a similar encounter for your brother might be at the heart of his own unfortunate circumstance. We haven't proof of that at the moment, however.
"So now it's your turn," Nathan say, leaning forward. "Your brother's finances, as we understand it, were perhaps in more shambles than those of your house. It took little effort at all for us to convince people you might be upset about that. So: enlighten us as to your last few encounters with your brother, will you?"
"Kanli is ... Kanli," Nathan says with a bit of amusement. "But he does get the job done. Speaking of ... I'm afraid this wasn't a simple fight. Someone was hired--or, at least ordered--to take care of your brother. We found signs of the fight, and believe we found where he was dragged to a boat and taken to where you found the body.
"We visited the opera house where Maschera sings, as it also seemed pretty clear he was quite infatuated with her. I should tell you we've been pretty close to the breast with information about Carnemorto's disappearance. We presented ourselves as 'security experts' looking into your brother. We're meeting Maschera here later this morning, or we're supposed to. I'm afraid subsequent events have me worried she, too may have gone missing.
"One of our number stayed behind at the opera house, and he hasn't returned. Meanwhile, a gaggle of half-orcs assaulted us, as well, one feigning to be Abzienta and claiming Maschera was 'hers.' We dispatched them, but I suspect a similar encounter for your brother might be at the heart of his own unfortunate circumstance. We haven't proof of that at the moment, however.
"So now it's your turn," Nathan say, leaning forward. "Your brother's finances, as we understand it, were perhaps in more shambles than those of your house. It took little effort at all for us to convince people you might be upset about that. So: enlighten us as to your last few encounters with your brother, will you?"
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
[sblock=Alnar]
"Looking to court Maschera, are you?"
The elf laughs, a gorgeous peal like a flock of migrating geese on a crisp autumn morning. She places a slender hand on Alnar's chest, feeling his heartbeat. She looks him in the eyes with a playful look and a smirk just a shade malicious.
"I've gone through your things," the elf informs Alnar, "and I'll save you the trouble. There is nothing that you could offer Maschera that would endear you to her." With a maudlin mocking tone, she continues, "No, I am quite afraid that someone of your poor, pathetic stature could never possibly prove to have value to the mysterious beauty that is Maschera. You would do best to forget her."
She steps out of Alnar's field of vision for a second, returning with a female orc--the driver of last night's carriage. The elf laughs one more time, its tone much darker, as if the crisp autumn morning broke into a sudden snowstorm. "But don't say that Abzienta never had a talent for matchmaking, that she knows nothing of love. Kazzag, here, she would love to get to know someone like yourself." The orc looks Alnar over, a disturbing fondness in her eyes.
"I should leave you two to get acquainted. I have a performance to put on." With that, Abzienta leaves.
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"Well, first, I would like to thank you for your investigation. It sounds like there is a mystery that we will have to get to the bottom of, and so I should first like to pay you for your part thus far."
Umberto pulls out a sack of 400 gp and hands it to Nathan for distribution.
"Now, regarding our finances. It is true that House Gabbiano has fallen on hard times, and my dear brother... my dear, late brother... has been known to have a weakness of some type at any given moment. Perhaps it's gambling, or fine wines, or women. Women it is, then. I had gone over our family's ledgers and noticed that he had been taking money from the treasury. No, we still have ample reserves to care for ourselves... myself... just fine. But still, I did not know how or why he was spending, but if this Maschera is involved, I should like to meet with her, as well.
"I spoke with Carnemorto maybe a week ago, to approach him regarding the spending. He stormed off in a rage, saying that it's none of my business, that it's his money too, all of the standard signs that he found yet another vice. I spent most of this week touring the gambling-houses, taverns, importers, even a couple brothels looking for some clue as to how he might be spending. I stopped by a jeweler yesterday morning, first thing, and noticed his signet ring right away. The jeweler told me how he came to own the ring, and I ran here to learn more..."
Umberto wipes away a tear. "I can't believe he's gone..."
The door to the back room opens, and standing in the doorway, pale as a ghost, quivering, is Maschera.
"He's gone? My Carnemorto?"
"Looking to court Maschera, are you?"
The elf laughs, a gorgeous peal like a flock of migrating geese on a crisp autumn morning. She places a slender hand on Alnar's chest, feeling his heartbeat. She looks him in the eyes with a playful look and a smirk just a shade malicious.
"I've gone through your things," the elf informs Alnar, "and I'll save you the trouble. There is nothing that you could offer Maschera that would endear you to her." With a maudlin mocking tone, she continues, "No, I am quite afraid that someone of your poor, pathetic stature could never possibly prove to have value to the mysterious beauty that is Maschera. You would do best to forget her."
She steps out of Alnar's field of vision for a second, returning with a female orc--the driver of last night's carriage. The elf laughs one more time, its tone much darker, as if the crisp autumn morning broke into a sudden snowstorm. "But don't say that Abzienta never had a talent for matchmaking, that she knows nothing of love. Kazzag, here, she would love to get to know someone like yourself." The orc looks Alnar over, a disturbing fondness in her eyes.
"I should leave you two to get acquainted. I have a performance to put on." With that, Abzienta leaves.
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"Well, first, I would like to thank you for your investigation. It sounds like there is a mystery that we will have to get to the bottom of, and so I should first like to pay you for your part thus far."
Umberto pulls out a sack of 400 gp and hands it to Nathan for distribution.
"Now, regarding our finances. It is true that House Gabbiano has fallen on hard times, and my dear brother... my dear, late brother... has been known to have a weakness of some type at any given moment. Perhaps it's gambling, or fine wines, or women. Women it is, then. I had gone over our family's ledgers and noticed that he had been taking money from the treasury. No, we still have ample reserves to care for ourselves... myself... just fine. But still, I did not know how or why he was spending, but if this Maschera is involved, I should like to meet with her, as well.
"I spoke with Carnemorto maybe a week ago, to approach him regarding the spending. He stormed off in a rage, saying that it's none of my business, that it's his money too, all of the standard signs that he found yet another vice. I spent most of this week touring the gambling-houses, taverns, importers, even a couple brothels looking for some clue as to how he might be spending. I stopped by a jeweler yesterday morning, first thing, and noticed his signet ring right away. The jeweler told me how he came to own the ring, and I ran here to learn more..."
Umberto wipes away a tear. "I can't believe he's gone..."
The door to the back room opens, and standing in the doorway, pale as a ghost, quivering, is Maschera.
"He's gone? My Carnemorto?"
Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan accepts the payment graciously, and is about to respond to their employer when Maschera arrives. He rises quickly and crosses to her, letting his concern show.
"We've only just now confirmed it, Maschera. We had hoped otherwise, and thus we did not want to distress you until we knew for certain. But now we need your help more than ever my dear. But for now, please sit. It's much to take in."
Nathan gestures for wine to be brought for the young lady as he walks her to the table. He also looks about hopefully that Alnar might be close behind...
Nathan accepts the payment graciously, and is about to respond to their employer when Maschera arrives. He rises quickly and crosses to her, letting his concern show.
"We've only just now confirmed it, Maschera. We had hoped otherwise, and thus we did not want to distress you until we knew for certain. But now we need your help more than ever my dear. But for now, please sit. It's much to take in."
Nathan gestures for wine to be brought for the young lady as he walks her to the table. He also looks about hopefully that Alnar might be close behind...
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