The Forgotten Forge

[Verbatim]

"If I recall anything that I think might be of importance, I will definately seek out the guards to tell them."

Turning and preparing to leave, Sareth heard the booming voice of the city guards and whispered a stream of soft curses at his bad luck this night.

~If I do not lose my job this night, it will be a miracle all in itself...~

Turning back around, Sareth heard the loud human, Pohl he introduced himself to the approaching figures, and knew that while he could more than likely disappear in the night around them, especially with the rain and clouds on his side, there was nothing for him to be worried about.

~A series of unfortunate accidents which we happen to be caught in...~

Feeling the first bit of moisture starting to leak in through his hat, Sareth hoped this street meeting would not take too long.

~The last thing I need is to catch a cold...~

 

[DarkMaster]

Two males and a female, wearing the green and black studded leather of Sharn's City watch, emerge from the rain-drenched night. The leader, a powerfully built bald dwarf with a close-cropped beard, steps forward, leveling his crossbow in your direction. The small ball of arcane light, hovering just above his left shoulder, illuminates the area. To each side, a human male and female stand with hlberds at ready.

"Olladra's bloody nose!" the dwarf curses. "By order of the Watch, drop your weapons and explain yourselves."

As Pohl tries to explain his story the dwarf repeat his order "Sir drop your weapon first and explain yourself, I don't want to shed more blood tonight but if you don't comply I will not hesitate." The dwarf seems quite bothered by the rain and do not seems to be very patient tonight.

 

[Karl Green]

Zanick 'Zane' Marcela, human wizard

Zane raises his hands and shoes Nicadema with a quite "Quite you"

Looking at the Dwarf he says "I say sir, we are the victims of this crime, not the perpetrators! This obviously insane Warforge killed Master Bonal Geldem and assaulted us."

 

[Delemental]

Tai sets her spear onto the ground slowly, then stands quietly, hands open in front of her.

 

[Verbatim]

Keeping his cloak closed tightly around him, Sareth stood his ground waiting to see how this was going to play out.

~Alright..they have us unarmed, but will that really let them listen to reason?~

 

[DEFCON 1]

With his warhammer in one hand and the body of Bonal Geldem over his shoulder, Pohl nods at the dwarf's request and tosses his hammer to his left.

'As you wish, sir. You will also want to look at this, I imagine.'

And with that, he gently lays the body on the ground face up at his feet.

'Nasty business, this.'

 

[DarkMaster]

The large dwarf looks at Pohl who seems to be leading the group. He looks at the Warforged axes and at the large wounds on Bonal's body. He raises back his head to look at Pohl still trying to explain the situation. (diplomacy roll 19 + 1)Tai bites her lip at the human attempt to convince the dwarf. The dwarf looks a few seconds in Pohl eyes breathing loudly. A few commoner approaches the scene and starts corroborate his story. He listen carefully to the four witnesses and Pohl while observing the wound on the body.

"Fine then, you were trying to help the poor man when you were attacked. He looks at Pohl. "If I were you, I would leave this kind of activity to us, I wouldn't want to have another murder report to fill tonight." He turns his back and looks at the other two watchmen. "Ok, you two bring the body to the watch, I am fed up of this rain. The dwarf then leaves the place without looking back, cursing the bad weather. The four heros notice that Bonal's satchel is still lying on the ground a few feets from his body. Sareth and Zane (spot roll Pohl 13+4, Tai 6+3, Zane 19 +2, Sareth 16+4) noticed that the two guards didn't notice it yet.

 

[Verbatim]

Seeing the satchel on the ground and in the open, Sareth walked casually towards it until his cloak covered it as well as his boots.

~While I don't want to get mixed up in this business, especially in this weather, something tells me that young man who knew the deceased might have more than a passing interest in looking further into things...~

Keeping his face calm while the rain beat down on the brim of his hat, Sareth knew it was best to wait until the guards left before giving the pouch to the them. He just hoped that they would catch on to his movement and not make a fuss over it.

 

[DEFCON 1]

'Very good, sir! Glad we could be of help. And yes, I will take your recommendation to heart. Good eve!'

Pohl watches the three guardsmen pick up the warforged and Bonal Geldem and carry the bodies off down the bridge. As the rain continues to stream down his face, he turns to the three compatriots and the couple of commoners who corroborated his story and addresses them.

'Well I for one am ready to get out from this weather. Join me at the Snake for a drink? Courtesy of House Tharashk. Anyone who could use a warming glass of anything you please, come follow me!'

And with a smile that basically says to he who might be watching carefully "I'm trying to be impressive and show myself off by buying a round of drinks for a bunch of people I don't even know"... he picks up his warhammer and takes a few long strides back to the tavern, not paying any attention whether or not people fall in behind him (as he arrogantly expects them to as a matter of course).

 

[Delemental]

Tai quietly approaches Sareth, standing over Bonal's satchel.

"Master Sareth, I know you said earlier that you have business to attend to with your House. If you wish for me to take that satchel and deliver it to Master Marcela, I will do so if you want to be on your way. Of course, I would also be glad to vouch for you should you need to explain why you were delayed."