Of Vile Darkness

[Rybaer]

Lord Torr Stormrider - human weretiger/rogue/fighter

*Torr burns the request from Ralam, dons more subdued attire, and departs for the meeting (at the Guildhouse or other meeting site?). If Ralam is not yet in attendance, Torr will amuse himself with whatever drinking or gamble diversions are available.*

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

Loviana smiles sweetly as she replies back on the verge of laughter, “I imagine tea stains from a clumsy servant would be more understood than a smears of cinnamon from your own hand.”

As Loviana flashing a happy grin she replies joyfully towards the High Righteousness, “I’ve had the most wonderful day too Orshallan and I look forward to diner tomorrow with much anticipation…”

*Her words trail off as she drops her eyes towards the floor as a small frowns forms on her gorgeous face.*

Her blue eyes still look towards the floor as she reluctantly ask, “Does this mean are tour of the city is over, and your trip, my High Righteousness?”

 

[linnorm]

Ralam Human Rogue 5 / Assassin 7

*When the apprentice informs Ralam that Torr has arrived at the guildhall he cleans himself up and goes out to the common room to greet him.*

"Good evening, Lord Torr. If you will follow me..." Ralam leads Torr back to a meeting room after ordering a bottle of wine for them. The room is a small meeting room, a table and six chairs the only furniture. Ralam sits facing the door and pours a glass of wine before offering some to Torr. "Any ideas on how to deal with this situation? My thought is to corner the target, let him know that we want him to get his brother to let their father rest in peace, and then take a finger or two to demonstrate our seriousness."

 

[Rhia]

Eradiel, Drow Wizard 5/Mindbender 5

"Thank you, Lady Felsadora. I will leave you to your work now. May Hyroneous bless you for your kindness to me this day."

*With a grateful smile and a bow, Eradiel lays two gold pieces down upon the desk, "For the Temple." She smiles again, and slowly makes her way out of the Honor's Guild. She takes Devon's arm as he leads her meek form to the awaiting carriage. As enters the carriage, she has a silent converation with her tiefling cohort.*

"Devon, tell the driver to drive by the Temple of Heironeous. I wish to refresh my memory of it's structure. And have him keep track of how long it takes to get between here and there and between the Temple and my house. Have him notify us when we arrive at the Temple."

*Once that is settled and Devon is seating near her, she continues to keep their conversation private. In silence, her hand start to roam over the butler. Eradiel has the notion to see if she can arouse Devon even in this somewhat plain form of Lady Janel. Her hands and body explore lustfully while her mind communicates business with him.*

"This is what I need. I want you to contact Astrid and find out who we have in or near the Temple and also the Honor's Guild. I want an eye kept on the comings and goings on Orshallon and Larissa, they won't know her name, of course, but make sure they have a description of her. I want to know every move either of them makes for the next couple of days, in fact, they are to keep an eye open for the next week. It's possible I won't need that long, but just in case. Also any serving women that come and go, perhaps picking up wash or mending. In addition, I want an eye kept on Lady Felsadora. I want to know where she lives, if she lives alone, which I highly suspect, and what her schedule is. She may come in handy later. While we're at it, have someone give me any details of this dead arduous priest, Terrel. I especially want to know where he may have gone during the few days before his death. Someone should remember seeing him walking through unusual streets, visiting any unusual homes, anything. It's time to put everyone to work. Immediately. I want to find this little tart and discover her secret. I simply need more information before I go bursting into the Temple. Now, wouldn't that be something?"

*Her eyes gleam with laughter as she presses her body close to Devon's, biting at his ear.*

 

[Rybaer]

Lord Torr Stormbringer; human weretiger/rogue/fighter

"Good evening, Lord Torr. If you will follow me..." Ralam leads Torr back to a meeting room after ordering a bottle of wine for them. The room is a small meeting room, a table and six chairs the only furniture. Ralam sits facing the door and pours a glass of wine before offering some to Torr. "Any ideas on how to deal with this situation? My thought is to corner the target, let him know that we want him to get his brother to let their father rest in peace, and then take a finger or two to demonstrate our seriousness."

"Thank you," Torr says, accepting the wine and downing half of it in a long pull.

"You plan seems sound," he says. "It's a matter of trying to catch him away from his residence or in it. If we hit him at home, it might emphasize that we will take the matter into the family's personal life if necessary. On the other hand, hitting him away from home will likely leave him more vulnerable.

"One of my specialties lies in stalking prey. Harry the target through the streets at night for some distance before pouncing. Perhaps we could try such a gambit in this case. I will lead the target to a place of our choosing where you can lie in wait. A suitably dark street, for instance.

"Of course, if this man is possessing of magic, fighting skill, or other talents, he may choose to make a stand rather than flee. Do you know anything about him? What we might expect?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"When did he leave, and how many men did he bring with him?"

"He left about two weeks ago, and he took six others with him... One of them was Saint Norin, and there was another man that was riding a winged mount. All of them looked pretty important," the first man stammers. The second one is moaning into his gag and thrashing.

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"This is what I need. I want you to contact Astrid and find out who we have in or near the Temple and also the Honor's Guild. I want an eye kept on the comings and goings on Orshallon and Larissa, they won't know her name, of course, but make sure they have a description of her. I want to know every move either of them makes for the next couple of days, in fact, they are to keep an eye open for the next week. It's possible I won't need that long, but just in case. Also any serving women that come and go, perhaps picking up wash or mending. In addition, I want an eye kept on Lady Felsadora. I want to know where she lives, if she lives alone, which I highly suspect, and what her schedule is. She may come in handy later. While we're at it, have someone give me any details of this dead arduous priest, Terrel. I especially want to know where he may have gone during the few days before his death. Someone should remember seeing him walking through unusual streets, visiting any unusual homes, anything. It's time to put everyone to work. Immediately. I want to find this little tart and discover

*Within a day, Astrid's network can find out some of the information for you. You learn that yesterday Orshallan was seen in the company of Larissa when he was making his rounds of the city shrines. Larissa is said to be quite lovely, with raven black hair and blue eyes. There are a bevy of servants that see to the needs of the Temple of Heironeous, many of them older laybrothers and laysisters. They live on the temple grounds.*

*Lady Felsadora does indeed live alone, in a small apartment in a very quiet section of town. It's the White Wing quarter, a rather insular section of Andeluvay containing people that simply wish to be left alone. That quarter pays extra fees to the city guards for tighter patrols.*

*Of Terrel you learn that he had been at these games of taking what he wanted from women for a very long time, but most agree that he would never inflict the kind of abuse that Larissa had suffered. A black eye perhaps, but not much more, he was too much of a coward to inflict further harm. The odd thing is that he was only seen in his usual haunts in the days before he died. He was seen nowhere unusual at all.*

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As Loviana flashing a happy grin she replies joyfully towards the High Righteousness, “I’ve had the most wonderful day too Orshallan and I look forward to diner tomorrow with much anticipation…”
*Her words trail off as she drops her eyes towards the floor as a small frowns forms on her gorgeous face.*

Her blue eyes still look towards the floor as she reluctantly ask, “Does this mean are tour of the city is over, and your trip, my High Righteousness?”

"I've had a wonderful day too Larissa. But I must return for evening services, my congregation is expecting me. If you aren't too tired, you are welcome to join us of course. I must meet with my commanders and seconds tonight as well, but I may be in the gardens later if you would enjoy a midnight stroll," he says with a gentle smile. Unlike many other men you've met, there isn't a hint of duplicity in his eyes. Most others would be thinking of a midnight encounter of a much more physical sort, Orshallan simply seems to be asking for a walk.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Gwyn ap Fomor, Half-Fiend Mortal Hunter

"He left about two weeks ago, and he took six others with him... One of them was Saint Norin, and there was another man that was riding a winged mount. All of them looked pretty important," the first man stammers. The second one is moaning into his gag and thrashing.

Gwyn tears the gag off the second, snarling "Have you anything to say to spare your life?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The man gasps for a second and then gains his composure.*

"You won't get away with this. The church will find us, and when they do they'll find you and smite you straight back to the Nine Hells!" he howls.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Gwyn ap Fomor, Half-Fiend Mortal Hunter

*Gwyn reaches into the man's mouth and tears his tongue out.*

"You shouldn't go calling people devils; it upsets them, and then look what happens."

*Gwyn will play with the first man, seeing if his story changes or has discrepancies, for the hours until he is again able to use his Mortal Skin ability. When he can shapeshift, he inflicts a gut-wound on the man (enough to kill him, but not for an hour or so), ensures that the overconfident one is quite dead, and uses the tongue to assume the second man's form. He then returns to Wode and gives his report.*

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Rogue/Corruptor/Bondblade)

Loviana smiles apologetically as she replies in good naturedly, “I’m sorry, I know better than to try and consume any more of your time than I do already. I do thank you for your invite but… I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea, and I’m afraid I would do something stupid, or silly, or simply wrong and that I would embarrasses you in the process.” Her eyes cast a worried look, “Orshallan, Do you mind if I pass on evening services tonight?” Loviana not wanting to be seen as scared of attending services continues on with a happy tone, “If you insist upon my going then I simply have no choice in the matter.”

Her eyes light up at his invite for a midnight meeting and a sweet smile forms both from the invite and at what she perceives as his naïveté , “I would love to be your company as you enjoy your midnight stroll."