Resurrection City III: The Breconshire Horrors
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Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
Diggory stares at the axe, still a bit unnerved by the creature. Where did we get that? He looks at Walsingham and Hewitt with a puzzled look on his face. Clearly, the axe never really registered.
JimAde
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"Yes," Trevor says jovially. "Deuced odd, what? I'd heard Wales was a bit wild, but have you got red indians about?" He laughs, apparently greatly amused by his own wit and positively oozing "worthless dandy fop."
[OOC: Walsingham will attempt to draw out the constable, hoping the "stupid fop" bit will get him to let his guard down a bit. He clearly knows something. Bluff +8, Diplomacy +8, Gather Information +8 if any of them are relevant.]
[OOC: Walsingham will attempt to draw out the constable, hoping the "stupid fop" bit will get him to let his guard down a bit. He clearly knows something. Bluff +8, Diplomacy +8, Gather Information +8 if any of them are relevant.]
Andrew D. Gable
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The constable pauses and raises his lantern, turning this way and that. Then he looks at each of the men in turn, casting a critical eye upon them. "Red indians?" he scoffs in response to Trevor's remark. "No. You're those London gents who were up at the Kelly house, aren't ye?" The constable scowls and hefts the stone axe. "I'd best be disposin' of this," he says, and idly tosses it onto the banks of the Grwyne Fechan. "Ye don't be knowin' 'bout them, not fullways anyhow. You gents stayin' at the 'otel?"
When the group nods their acknowledgement, the constable leads them into the pub where they met Jenkins and Llewellyn. Leaving them by the door, he strides over to the bar, leans in, and whispers something to Jenkins. The barkeep nods his assent, and he moves towards the windows, and closes the shutters - which you now notice are massive, thick wood affairs which cover the entire window, darkening the entire room. The constable takes his leave. "You fellows be watching yourselves," he says as he exits.
When the group nods their acknowledgement, the constable leads them into the pub where they met Jenkins and Llewellyn. Leaving them by the door, he strides over to the bar, leans in, and whispers something to Jenkins. The barkeep nods his assent, and he moves towards the windows, and closes the shutters - which you now notice are massive, thick wood affairs which cover the entire window, darkening the entire room. The constable takes his leave. "You fellows be watching yourselves," he says as he exits.
Andrew D. Gable
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After the necessary monies change hands - in a generous mood, Langan pays for your rooms - all the men are shown upstairs by a rather unattractive young woman. As they enter, the woman walks quickly over to the windows and closes the shutters, which once again are massive pieces of wood like the ones downstairs. If the light were extinguished, the room would be rendered completely pitch-dark. She murmurs something under her breath and leans over, ostensibly turning down the blankets. During this display, she rather nonchalantly tosses a black object onto the floor beside the bed, where it strikes the floor with a heavy sound.
(She repeats this process for each of the four rooms)
(She repeats this process for each of the four rooms)
Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
"Say, then, what's that about?" Diggory gestures to the black object the woman has thrown on the floor. "Ye've obviously not the most enjoyable job judging by the disagreeable way ye're carryin' about, but why'd ye be throwin' things on me floor?" Still a little shaken by the encounter in the woods, the axe, and the idea of "them," Jamison has little patience for this.
Andrew D. Gable
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She looks about as if to make sure nobody is listening. "Ye've seen the tylwydd teg, sair. E'ryone in this 'ere town knows they're out there in the woods. They don't bother us, not so long as we do the things we got to do." She points with her foot to the black object, which Diggory now sees is a small bar of iron. "But outsiders, now that's another story, sair. So - we does extra things." She thumbs towards the massive shutters.
Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
"Oh. Well, I'm sure ye know better than I do, then. I don't suppose ye could be tellin' me what the 'things ye got to do' are, could ye?" Diggory smiles pleasantly.
JimAde
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[OOC: Making the assumption that Walsingham was shown to his room before Diggory]
After the woman leaves, Trevor kneels down and regards the dark object on the floor. Seeing that it is just a bar of iron, he picks it up and examines it more closely. Then he sets it carefully back where the woman put it. Best not to take any chances.
After putting things in order a bit, he steps out of the room to find the others, get a meal, and discuss the evening's strange events.
After the woman leaves, Trevor kneels down and regards the dark object on the floor. Seeing that it is just a bar of iron, he picks it up and examines it more closely. Then he sets it carefully back where the woman put it. Best not to take any chances.
After putting things in order a bit, he steps out of the room to find the others, get a meal, and discuss the evening's strange events.
Andrew D. Gable
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The woman looks around again. "Recite little things that're supposed to placate them. We put up these big shutters so's they can't climb in our windows at night, they're fond of doing that at times. We put these small iron things about, to keep 'em away, also. And..." she pauses. "I overheard the constable telling Mr. Jenkins 'bout the little axe you found. We've always got to get rid of things belonging to them. They always come back for what's theirs."Kajamba Lion said:
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