Pathfinder 1E Scotley's and Leif's Constables of the 14th Ward - Main Action Thread [3.5E D&D] [IC 04]

[Rhun]

"I'm disappointed that we could not deal with that foul creature prior to dawn's arrival." Brae scratches his beard as he considers. "Still, it seemed to single me out. Perhaps we can use that to our advantage. It didn't seem to have any concern for our numbers."

 

[Helfdan]

"That was well and bravely fought, Raul!" Alarion salutes the monk with his sword. He then turns to Brae. "You are correct, good priest. Hopefully we can find that spirit again this even...."

 

[Scotley]

Raul finds no identification on the zombies. From the their garments he suspects they are of the rabble living on the streets.

 

[Rhun]

Brae looks at the rotting zombie corpses with some distaste. "These corpses should be burned."

 

[Lou]

Ederaul Mamier

"Are we going to do it or call in the Bravos?" Raul asks Brae. "On second thought, perhaps we should do it. We don't need one of the Bravos turning on us." Raul will begin moving the zombie body parts to a pile in the center of the alley.

 

[Rhun]

"We should call for a horsecart. Where is the nearest crematorium?"

 

[Lou]

Ederaul Mamier

Raul looks around the alley and realizes that he doesn't remember exactly where they are. He move to the street to get his bearings.

OOC: So where are we in the ward? Just down the street from the Patriarch's house?

 

[Leif]

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"Are we going to do it or call in the Alphas?" Raul asks Brae. "On second thought, perhaps we should do it. We don't need one of the Alphas turning on us." Raul will begin moving the zombie body parts to a pile in the center of the alley.

PSSST!! You guys ARE the Alphas, Bro!!
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[Leif]

Raul looks around the alley and realizes that he doesn't remember exactly where they are. He move to the street to get his bearings.

OOC: So where are we in the ward? Just down the street from the Patriarch's house?

Actually, now that you look around more, none of you is immediately familiar with these surroundings. A few moments of checking ladmarks shows you to be a good bit deeper into Clayfields than you remember being - like close to a mile deeper.

 

[Rhun]

Brae hails a passing youth. "Good morning, lad. Would you be so kind as to perhaps fetch a horsecart back here for us? There's a silver in it for you would do us this favor."