[Living Pathfinder]The Green Faerie

[InVinoVeritas]

OOC: Just moving things along...

Boon sniffs the papyrus as Willow examines it. The lion sniffs the walls, the floor, and runs upstairs. He paws at the broken furniture, the large gashes in the walls, and runs back downstairs, out the front door. He follows the blood drops to the water's edge, and stops.

He sits a moment, looking at the water. He leans down, takes a drink, and trots back inside to rest on his cushion.

 

[jkason]

Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer

Nathan sighs.

"Seems logical enough," he says. "If where we found it was where he chose to dump the body, would make the most sense to get it on the water as soon as possible, just to avoid someone like Boon.

"I think that just leaves us with this opera singer as a lead, then. Who's up for some culture?"

 

[Walking Dad]

Ta-Am-Ath AC 15 (T15, FF12), HP 13/13, F +3,R+4,W+4, CMB +4, CMD 16

"Culture, or things that pass as such in this barbaric land?" Ta asks with a wink and a smile

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Ta-Am-Ath
Ta-Am-Ath

gained: 2 potions of mage armor.
lost: 10pp


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[HolyMan]

"Hey I grew up in this city," Markas says to Ta. "It isn't all savage and barbaric just the area around the foriegn quarter." He adds with a wink and a smile.

 

[Luinnar]

I'd hardly call fat people shrieking at each other in a foreign language "culture", but it is the best lead we have. Alnar says.

Unless it is a Dwarf opera, I could not stand them singing about gold for 3 1/2 hours...

 

[Vertexx69]

As the others wax intellectual and make jokes, Willow seems focused on the hunt. "Go to bridge now? Boon can follow blood scent for miles." The way she says this strike people as no boast, but a simple statement of fact. She shushes at the lion again, and taps the wall under the blood smear. The animal yawns and leaves his perch on the sofa, raising his maneless head is enough to carry his broad pink nose even with the shoulder height swath. He seems to spend a long time sticking his nose right to the mark, dragging his long whiskers through the scent. He look to his companion, waiting for the word to head out. "Boon ready to go now."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

At the front steps of Carnemorto's residence.​

Someone would have to be quite tall to leave a smear of blood up there, Willow thinks as they head out the front door. Boon first follows the blood drops a second time to the boat landing, and watches the water flow by. He then passes by a street sign at the bridge, labeled Via Clavata. Looking back, the number 43 is clearly visible on Carnemorto's rooms at the entrance.

Boon follows the scent across the bridge, through the main square. Passersby give the lion a frightened berth as he walks along. He stops to stare in the windows of a couple of shops--a flower shop here, a jewelry shop there--as he continues forward.

He stops one last time, at the steps of a grand building:

The Venza Opera House
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[sblock=Photo Credit]
Cannaregio Rain, Venice by Rita Crane Photography (returning soon), on Flickr
Venice Opera House 1963 by PhillipC, on Flickr
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[HolyMan]

"Well it looks like we will get to see a show after all." Markas says with a nod to the opera house. "Who wants to do the talking?"

[sblock=OOC] Who is the "face-man" for this group? [/sblock]

 

[Vertexx69]

OOC - not it!

 

[Luinnar]

OOC: I have +7 bluff and intimidate and +3 diplomacy