The Antigrol Tide (IC)

Magyar Rhineholdt, human rogue

Mag opens his mouth to say something, then stops himself, glancing furtively back to Lissa for a brief moment. As Wakil and Malachi confer, he hopes the more moderate priest of Adonai can cool off the god's warrior representative.
 

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Colmarr Blackrock, Male Gnome Bard

“Come on Lissa, let’s not worry too much until we find out what’s going on,” Colmarr says comfortingly to the girl, as they make their way to the morgue.
 

Wakil half elf Pali

Though knowing better Wakil turns and follows his comrades. He would not want anything to happen to his friends in his absence. He knows that sometime in the not to distant future the children would be saved.
 

The group makes their way down to the south side of the docks and out along the southern jetty to a small, wooden-walled building. The front door is open. Inside is a small reception area with a second doorway leading further into the building blocked off by a curtain. The reception area is empty, but muffled voices can be heard from the back room.

"...for bringing 'em in. We always get a few more stiffs 'round the full moon."

The curtain parts and three men walk through. Two are junior guards; the third is barechested and dressed in overalls. He must be the undertaker.

"You've sent over to his family, yep? Well, then, everything should be in order. Ya'll come back now, ya here?" The undertaker smiles and waves as the two guards head out, both looking rather uncomfortable. The man then turns to the group. "Now, what kin I do ye for? Are ya pickin' up or droppin' off?"
 


Troth stays at the reception room, even if the others go further inside. 'Im taking a seat people' he makes a sign to Grondar that he is guarding this room and the entrance.
 


Malachi looks around the place. <Such a disregard...> He stays quiet, though, waiting for the gentleman's answer.
 

Wakil said:
"Examining the goods and then possible picking up. How many did you have come in last night?"

"Last night? None, really. Was 'specting more business, what with the riots, but apparently the healers managed to get most of 'em patched up." The man seems almost disappointed at that. He cheers up a moment later when he says, "There's still a few that might take to disease, though, so we'll see how it goes. Anyway, we did have one poor bastard come in early this morning. Burned up pretty bad, he is. Still trying to get an ID on him, though I don't hold out much hope for it. Then there was the stiff they pulled outta the bay this morning. Local tough guy. He got on the wrong side of some sailors is my guess. Got himself a nasty bump on the noggin and a belly full of sea water. Contestant number three just came in, so we'll see if anyone comes by missing a body. And here you are!" He smiles big, spreading his arms wide. "Come, come, take a look!" He sweeps aside the back curtain, ushering those willing party members into the next room.

The space is dark, without windows. Two lit lamps hanging from the ceiling shed light on a gruesome scene. Laid out along the back wall, wrapped in sackcloth, are three dead bodies. The first is ugly and bloated, his face a blackish-blue. There is a large, ragged gash in his forehead. The second man appears unharmed from the neck up, though his face is contorted in a grimace of pain. The final body is completely covered.


"So, you see anything you like?" the undertaker asks with a twinkle in his eye.
 

Grondar

Grondar looks at the others, he doesn't recognize the thug that drowned, but the other one might took a punch from him sometime in the past.
He smiles to himself as he sees the one with the pain grimace, but shake it off immediately and turn to the undertaker
Yeah, show me the covered one, and what left of his outfit as well.
 

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