[LPF] The Road to Tritower

[Lindeloef]

"Francis, for the love of the gods, would you please stop ruining this conversation? Or do you want to ruin it all?" Karra says with a slight tone of anger in her voice. Leira, you pat her down.

[sblock="occ"]if it speeds things up, assume I translated it. Different Timezone and all. [/sblock]

 

[FrancisJohn]

Francis John III
[sblock=Mini Stats]Francis John, III
HP: 7/7
AC: 18 FF:14 T:15
CMB: 0 CMD: 13
Fort: -1 Reflex: +5 Will: +1
Perception: +7 Initiative: +3
Bluff: +13 Sense Motive: +5
Armed: Light Crossbow +4 1d6
Bolts Remaining: 20/20
Unarmed: Dagger +2 d3+1
Adaptable Luck: 1/3[/sblock]

The halfling backs off, grumbling to himself. He hits down again, in his familiar cross-legged position. Why does the prisoner dictate the rules here? This is madness! He faces Karra and smiles, nonchalantly twiddling this thumbs.

 

[Anastrace]

Leira Olren

Leira moves over to the captive, and pats her down rapidly but without being too rough. "Translate this for me would you? I could be worse than my friend here, but I'm being ladylike. For now."

 

[FrancisJohn]

Francis John III
[sblock=Mini Stats]Francis John, III
HP: 7/7
AC: 18 FF:14 T:15
CMB: 0 CMD: 13
Fort: -1 Reflex: +5 Will: +1
Perception: +7 Initiative: +3
Bluff: +13 Sense Motive: +5
Armed: Light Crossbow +4 1d6
Bolts Remaining: 20/20
Unarmed: Dagger +2 d3+1
Adaptable Luck: 1/3[/sblock]

"Leira, make sure you look for the sleep juice.... I want some."

 

[Anastrace]

Leira Olren

Leira pauses her search for a second. "Y'know for a second I thought you were having trouble sleeping at night. That took me a minute. The masters always said I was slow on the uptake." She laughs

 

[Aura]

With a bit of translation, and only being touched by another woman, the prisoner seems to calm down a bit, coming back from the edge of hysterics. The search procedure is not without a little bump when a the area around the wound still proves to be tremendously tender, causing a flinch and painful yelp. When all is said and done, Leira has found a few items of interest.

[sblock=The Search]Leira finds: 2 empty vials that seem to have a residue of the sleep poison, a handful of silver and copper coins, and a small sloppily made map. No further weaponry is found. Anna found the dagger, while the rapier, hand crossbow, and 10 crossbow bolts were immediately obvious.[/sblock]
[section]
Anna Kallira
The priestess's seemingly distant stare belies her interest in the proceedings. As Leira conducts the search, she comments, "I hope we can find some good clues or other information. It's not like her stuff is of any value to us, since we agreed to return it as part of the deal." She concludes with a question moments later, "Any luck?"​[/section]

 

[Anastrace]

Leira Olren

"Well this is everything, I'm not sure what is worth it for us and what she'll need back. I'll let you all decide. Meantime, I'll just sit with her and make sure she knows she isn't going anywhere." Leira sits down next to the captive, patting her gently on the shoulder to reassure her. Then points at her, then at the woods and grabs her hard and shakes her head no. "Get it?"

 

[FrancisJohn]

Francis John III
[sblock=Mini Stats]Francis John, III
HP: 7/7
AC: 18 FF:14 T:15
CMB: 0 CMD: 13
Fort: -1 Reflex: +5 Will: +1
Perception: +7 Initiative: +3
Bluff: +13 Sense Motive: +5
Armed: Light Crossbow +4 1d6
Bolts Remaining: 20/20
Unarmed: Dagger +2 d3+1
Adaptable Luck: 1/3[/sblock]

After watching the disappointing results of the search, Francis sputters up "Buggery and haberdash! What useless search." He reacquaints himself with his trusty pipe, and begins to lose himself within his own thoughts. The enticing aromas dull tickle his senses, finally causing the halfling relax a bit. Just a little.What a bunch of softies.....

After a short while before they decide to set out, an idea hits him like a hill giant. "HEY HEY HEY! We didn't ask her the most important question!!! Ask her now!" He looks around to make sure he has the attention of all. "How did they know where and when we would be here, and what the goods of our transport would be?" He glares at the party, with this focus resting on Anzaldo.

 

[Lindeloef]

"As I translated, they got their information from a guy named Falcon and Grandmaster Torch. Whoever they are. So who else knew about our little caravan, that could have spilled the information to some criminals?" Karra asks

 

[Aura]

With the dark elf a little settled down, she does little more than watch on as the group exchanges ideas, her lack of understanding the common tongue distancing her from anything other than the delivery style of the words. However, when Francis focuses his gaze on Anzaldo, the old man asks, "What?"

[sblock=Rolls]Everyone roll a Perception and an Initiative to re-seed my roll buffer when you post next. No rush, just whenever you have something IC to say.[/sblock]