Project Black Dagger - MISSION: SIREN'S CALL

[Festy_Dog]

A look of sadness manifests itself on Fealnne's face and he puts the firearm away. He replies loud and clear again to the deaf man.

"I'm sorry about your friends. We are looking for whoever killed your friends and some other people inside the warehouse," he says, he thinks for moment before replying, "I am pretty sure the reason they died was because of loud noise. You can't hear very well so you would have been alright. Did you hear any loud noises? And the scary fellow, we need to know more about him if you can tell us anything."

 

[Viking Bastard]

"Fihrst theyh were alive, then nut. Theyh...hurt a lott. Den te bihg guy chame... no, firhst te ghnome and the blahck mann, den te bihg guyhhh. Yes. He vass...odd. Valkehd funnyh y'knohw."

 

[Timothy]

Kudos looks disappointed, he was expecting a fight! But his expression slowly changes as the bum explains more and more, he actually pities Him! And as for the story, Kudos doens't follow anything of it anymore.

OOC: It seems I 've missed something while I was awayt that I did not re-read, so I'll be going through the thread tomorrow.

 

[Keia]

Keldor is concentrating on the bum's speech, murmuring words to himself as he translates. "Gnome . . . black man . . . big guy . . . walked funny - was scary looking."

Keldor looks to Fealnne and asked "Better descriptions? Especially for the gnome and black man."

 

[Festy_Dog]

Fealnne nods, looking a tad watery eyed.

"Can you describe those three people a little more? It would help us a lot, they seem to be the primary suspects," he asks the bum, "I guess we're lucky you spotted us back at the warehouse."

While waiting for a reply he fishes in his coat pocket for his wallet. He removes a large percentage of the money within and presses in into the bum's hand while giving him a hand shake.

 

[Viking Bastard]

A wide smile forms on the bum's face.

"Dhanks, many dhanks."

He buries the money into his filthy garments.

"Te bihg mann vass... odd. All whrongh. Movhed whrongh. Dey chame
inna... inna.... vhagon. Itt hada shymbol onn itt. Ah... vatyacallitt... shielhd...
ah yhellow 'D' onn a ghreen... ah ghreen.... thing... vattyacallitt."

He shakes his head in embarressment over not being able to explain.

"Te mensch... menn... goedd inshide afterhr... afterhr... frehnds dead...
and comhe outshide... te bihg mann... witt a bihg ting... a... ah... pianho."

 

[Viking Bastard]

"Te ghnome thold te bihg guy what to dho. Te blackh guy just sthood outshide."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

.......amn it farking spell keeping me from being seen and heard! When will this thing wear off! Suddenly from the back of the party a man a Fey-touched to be exact is standing looking a bit disheveled. He stands about 5'7" dressed in black robes with a silver star motiff and a silver chain shirt. He holds a black quarter staff with silver ends in his gloved hands. He opens his eyes to look around and what little light can filter into the alley glints off his bald head and his deep blue eyes scan the area. He smilesand his teeth shine white thru his black vandyke beard. Forgive my appearance. I am McAllister.

 

[Viking Bastard]

Well, when I said that you'd magically appear
I didn't mean it literally.

Oh, and a nitpick: it's Fey-Touched, not half-elf. No such thing as
an elf exists (a faerie would at least become very pissed off to be
called an elf and you don't want to piss of something with the
powers of a faerie, not that they are that happy to be called
faeries either, but I guess they have gotten somewhat used to it).

.

That said, you have all worked with McAllister, a Stargazer,
before at least once. Incognito sent him over if the problem
turned out to be originated from the shadow planes or
somewhere equally unholy.

 

[Viking Bastard]

"Dho yu nheed to khnow any morhe? Can I goh?"