The Enemy Within

[Neurotic]

"Wait!" Kildrak sighs at the elf's dissapearance.
"Fool elf! Clansmen, we need to prepare for the possibility that all this was elaborate ruse to get us here. Not likely, but still. Hans, can you follow him and make sure he's on the level?"

OOC: For the record, airwalkrr, while I appreciate roleplaying the character, I usually try to do it with group concensus. This can be the city, but we're as good as in dungeon in deserted backstreets. That said, good presentation of haughty elf

 

[Dr Simon]

Hans finds the alley where he thinks the crossbow bolt must have been fire from, but there is no one there, nor any useful sign that he can see. The only person Kildrak finds out and about at this time of night is a figure slumped in a doorway stinking of unwashed clothes and rotgut liquor. As its (his?) only response is "Wazza? Fuggeringerroffum.. um." before falling back into sleep (stupor?), there's not much chance of getting help from that quarter.

So Garold and the dwarves wait with the body until eventually Aaryn returns with a couple of watchmen in tow. The watchmen don't seem in much of a hurry.

"This him?" asks one of them, pointing to the body. He kneels to examine it and gives a sigh of frustration. "Guess we'd better get him to the morgue," he says with a hint of annoyance. "And you lot had better come with us. We'll need statements."

"And here's me hoping to knock off early," says his partner as the two of them lift the body between them.

 

[airwalkrr]

Aaryn, not being one for words, but also possessing the patience of a true elf silently complies with the guards. He does however pass his hand through the air as if tossing off a bit of unwanted garbage and instantly the corpse reeks less of death and smells more of pine. The journey to the watch station is suddenly quite a bit more tolerable.

OOC: Cast prestidigitation to remove the scent of death from the corpse and replace it with that of fresh pine trees.

At the watch station, Aaryn provides brief and simple statements and only when prompted. Generally one word answers. His vocabulary could seem to consist of only the words "Yes," "No," and "Perhaps."

 

[Walking Dad]

Gorim Grimmson

Gorim answers grumbling the questions.

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Gorim Grimmson
Perception: 12 Insight: 12 Low-light Vision
AC 17 Fortitude 16 Reflex 11 Will 12
Initiative: +1
Hit Points: 31 / 31 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist:
Saving Throw: -
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:7 Surges per day: 12 / 12
At-Will Powers: Brash Strike, Cleave
Encounter Powers: Dwarven Resilience, Hack and Hew
Daily Powers: Driving Attack

Condition:

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[FourMonos]

Garold mumbles to himself about bad tactics after the elf traipses off.

He complies with the guards directive and answers the questions honestly.

 

[Neurotic]

Kildrak is calm, answering any questions fully and describing their intentions at being out at such late hour (going to the boat). He bears the questioning stoically, without complaint, his hours at the forge teaching him that some things cannot be rushed.

 

[Insight]

With no luck finding a trail to follow, Hans tries to hide from the guards.

OOC: Stealth check to become hidden. Critted them in the face. =)

Once the guards have taken the rest of his companions away, Hans will try to follow the group back to whichever guard station they were taken. Hans will reconnoiter the place, looking for possible routes inside, just in case his companions need to be broken out.

OOC: Not sure how to handle this. I'll roll a Streetwise check.

 

[Dr Simon]

After much questioning the watch are satisified that there is no connection between the dead man and the group.

"You probably got mixed up in underworld business," says Watchman Stark. "There's a bit of trouble lately with Tileans moving in on the local boys."

"Do you think the dead guy looks a bit Tilean?" Watchman Erde asks his compatriot, who shrugs.

"Dunno, but crossbows, that's a Tilean weapon," he replies. Stark turns to the group. "You are free to go, gentlemen," he says. "Sorry for any inconvenience."

Meanwhile, outside, Hans gets the uncomfortable feeling of being watched, but the streets are deserted, apart from the rats.

 

[Walking Dad]

OOC: What time is it? Should the characters look for a place to sleep? Does Josef suggest something?

 

[airwalkrr]

Aaryn thinks to himself about the term "Tilean."

Edit: Geez the dice have been hating me recently.