Paridon: The Dark Metropolis (Ravenloft)
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industrygothica
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"Well then," Darian states to whomever is listening. "I think that maybe it is time to regroup a little and compare notes. Seems we have a lot to discuss, and that some of you may need a little attention."
"Indeed" Father Berman says. He takes a quick but careful look at Ru. "Good work, Ru. Looks better than I feared. It might be best to save my healing spells, we may yet need them more urgently tonight.
The driver? Ah yes. I should see what became of him."
He goes to find the crumpled form of the carriage driver and will try to determine if the man yet lives.
[sblock]If the driver appears to be dying, he will try to stabilize the man, making use of his healer's kit. (heal +12)[/sblock]
The driver? Ah yes. I should see what became of him."
He goes to find the crumpled form of the carriage driver and will try to determine if the man yet lives.
[sblock]If the driver appears to be dying, he will try to stabilize the man, making use of his healer's kit. (heal +12)[/sblock]
InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
Chapter 3: What Makes You Tick
Fr. Berman leads the others (Darian, Ru, Torhan, Sasha, and the hunched madman) back to Hieran and Templeton. He is still in Markovstrasse, accompanied by four enforcers and two carriages, one passenger, one hearse. They are busy loading the corpse of the other bird-man into the hearse and keeping the growing throng of gawkers at bay. A bloody stain is all that remains of the driver now.
Out of the passenger cabin steps Gis. He turns to his charges, and states, "Perrin told us there was trouble. It looks rather public. I'll take care of this crowd, but you will need to leave the area for a few hours so as not to cause more of a stir." He indicates the passenger carriage. "Go, now. Everything should be waiting for you back at at the headquarters."
The hunchback is put in heavy manacles and searched. A sash is lined with a multitude of tiny blades, plenty of extra scalpels, and taken from him. The ride back is crowded, filled with eight people. Sasha wraps herself around Torhan in an attempt to make space. Temp sits as far away from the madman as possible, who is mostly unresponsive but seems somewhat agitated.
The carriage arrives back home, and Perrin waits out front to meet the investigators. "Welcome back," he starts, "Ada and Pigglemorth are waiting in one of our protection rooms. Where should we place these new folks?"
Fr. Berman leads the others (Darian, Ru, Torhan, Sasha, and the hunched madman) back to Hieran and Templeton. He is still in Markovstrasse, accompanied by four enforcers and two carriages, one passenger, one hearse. They are busy loading the corpse of the other bird-man into the hearse and keeping the growing throng of gawkers at bay. A bloody stain is all that remains of the driver now.
Out of the passenger cabin steps Gis. He turns to his charges, and states, "Perrin told us there was trouble. It looks rather public. I'll take care of this crowd, but you will need to leave the area for a few hours so as not to cause more of a stir." He indicates the passenger carriage. "Go, now. Everything should be waiting for you back at at the headquarters."
The hunchback is put in heavy manacles and searched. A sash is lined with a multitude of tiny blades, plenty of extra scalpels, and taken from him. The ride back is crowded, filled with eight people. Sasha wraps herself around Torhan in an attempt to make space. Temp sits as far away from the madman as possible, who is mostly unresponsive but seems somewhat agitated.
The carriage arrives back home, and Perrin waits out front to meet the investigators. "Welcome back," he starts, "Ada and Pigglemorth are waiting in one of our protection rooms. Where should we place these new folks?"
Boddynock
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Abass speaks drily, as is his wont, his glance lingering on the brutal hunchback and also on the ... overly friendly companion whom Torhan seems to have acquired.
"I suggest that we compare notes, then put our 'guests' in holding rooms where they will be safe. After that, it may be useful to speak again with the father and daughter."
"I suggest that we compare notes, then put our 'guests' in holding rooms where they will be safe. After that, it may be useful to speak again with the father and daughter."
Ru Brike, barbaric human monk
"Damn Lug," Ru grumbles under his breath as he realizes the man's managed to make off in the commotion. "I couldn't get lucky enough for you to break your neck in that fall?"
Ru shrugs. "Mine makes for a good story at the pub, but not much in the way of information: the birdies and a ... former associate of mine wanted to follow our carriage. Father Breman and I had a nice, harrowing fight with beaks, scalpels, and crashing carriages. Still don't know who these blokes work for, though."
InVinoVeritas said:
"Damn Lug," Ru grumbles under his breath as he realizes the man's managed to make off in the commotion. "I couldn't get lucky enough for you to break your neck in that fall?"
Boddynock said:
Ru shrugs. "Mine makes for a good story at the pub, but not much in the way of information: the birdies and a ... former associate of mine wanted to follow our carriage. Father Breman and I had a nice, harrowing fight with beaks, scalpels, and crashing carriages. Still don't know who these blokes work for, though."
"Your familiarity with the escaped driver may be our best lead" Father Berman tells Ru. "We must put out the word for the Watch to look for him, but maybe you have some idea where he'd go. Or perhaps a reward for his capture is in order as well. Surely such low-lives wouldn't hesitate to betray their own for cash.
As for the bird men, they were truly insane. One attacked me with his beak as though he were a real bird. I noticed that his mask was locked in place - it had a keyhole. Perhaps they were insanitized with the infamous gnomish drug. Any leads on that? We must question the boy. And who's the girl, Torhan?"
As for the bird men, they were truly insane. One attacked me with his beak as though he were a real bird. I noticed that his mask was locked in place - it had a keyhole. Perhaps they were insanitized with the infamous gnomish drug. Any leads on that? We must question the boy. And who's the girl, Torhan?"
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InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
"I'm not a boy..." Templeton mutters.
"Close enough," the gnomess teases. "And I'm Velth--er, just call me Sasha. That's my human name. And... did you say a locking mask?" She shivers, looking toward the shackled bird-man, who is staring at his confiscated scalpel-sash with concern. "By Garl, his mask is locked, too..."
"Close enough," the gnomess teases. "And I'm Velth--er, just call me Sasha. That's my human name. And... did you say a locking mask?" She shivers, looking toward the shackled bird-man, who is staring at his confiscated scalpel-sash with concern. "By Garl, his mask is locked, too..."
Rhun
First Post
Torhan digs into his pack and removes Edditomas' journal. "This is our victem's journal...it is about the only thing of interest I could find in his abode..." He offers the book to Abass, figuring the wizard to be most able to make sense out of anything it might contain.
Torhan turns his gaze on Sasha as she speaks. "I am not familiar with the gnomish culture...is there significance to the locking masks?"
Torhan turns his gaze on Sasha as she speaks. "I am not familiar with the gnomish culture...is there significance to the locking masks?"
Boddynock
First Post
Abass accepts the journal and examines it carefully, even going so far as to cast Detect Magic to check for magical auras. When he is convinced that there are no nasty surprises in store, he opens the journal, noting size, distribution of text on the page, number of pages written, any obvious formatting features, and so on. Having gleaned an overall sense of the structure of the entries, he then skims the pages. When he has time, he will read in detail.
