The Gray King


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"Olladra's luck that you should all stand in front of my house..." the voice mutters. The eyes dart back and forth, seeming to take in each member of the party there. It lights on Arrgha'n and Oliver, studying the truth of their words, on Yatrax and the others, warily, and then rests on Maavnod. The eyes stick there, widen, and then the slot slams shut. A great deal of rattling, clanking, and snapping is heard, bolts being thrown back, chains being moved, locks clicking, all the sounds of a miser opening his door.

It opens to reveal a short, rotund man of middling years, his head mostly bald and ringed with dark hair. An expensive robe of red and blue strains over his stomach as he waves you in frantically. The hall of the home is opulant, with a mosaic on the floor, tapestries on the walls, and carved chairs in the corners.

"In, in!" he hisses frantically. When all those that choose have entered, he rounds on Maavnod.

"You, goliath! By the Bones of the Keeper, I haven't seen your like in a while, and that wasn't in a good place. Are they following you? The Cult, are they following you? Did you see them, hear them?" The man's questions have an edge of panic to them, and he keeps looking over his shoulder.
 

"No demons have followed me. I crossed the Wastes. I crossed the Twilight realm. I fought in the war. No demons are following me." he replies assuming that this man is speaking of the Demons of the Wastes. The thought that the man could be speaking of some other group at the moment escapes Maavnod.
 

Arrgha'n (Half-Daelkyr Kin-Hunter) HP:28

Arrgha'n enters Orthos' dwelling with everyone else and he tries to keep himself obscured form their host. While the rest of the group is talking Arrgha'n will scrutinize the area to the best of his ability looking for anything that is out of place or may be of use in their investigation.







[OOC: Spot +7/9; Listen +7/9; Search +7 ]
 
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Valerian, Elven Archivist

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
"Are they following you? The Cult, are they following you? Did you see them, hear them?" The man's questions have an edge of panic to them, and he keeps looking over his shoulder.

Valerian perks up at the mention of a Cult. "Cult? What Cult? Would it have anything to do with this symbol?" and he pulls the drawing of the blood spiral out of his shroud. "Any information you have would be appreciated. Any information." He pauses for a second then realizes something, "And no, I'm not affiliated with any Cult. I can't speak for the rest of my companions. This symbol was found at the scene of Master Tanner's murder."
 

The kobold sniffs the air, its strange cloak gathered about it. "Sssoftsskinss all believe in cultsss. Falsse sshadows of the Progenitorsss." It had nothing more to say on the subject.
 

Oliver, Human Binder

Oliver raises an eyebrow at the kobold. He tries to calm the rotund man. "Nobody has followed us. It would be best if you answered Valerian's questions," he says as he nods to the elf holding the diagram. "But what I think he is trying to say is that we have reached a dead end, any information that you have that would give us a clue to what is behind these happenings would be most useful. Especially if it has to do with a cult. Don't worry, I assure you, you are more then safe with the big guy around," he says nodding at the goliath.

Diplomacy +10
 

Arrgha'n, the hall seems to be perfectly normal, perhaps with a faint hint of dust in the air, like this place isn't used very often. There is also not a servant in sight, and while your experience with the rich is extremely limited, you know that the high, mighty, or monied have servants that do everything for them. For this man, presumably Orthos, to answer the door himself is odd.

Orthos (you all assume) seems mildly relieved at Maavnod's comment, but loses his cool completely when Valerian pulls out the coil symbol.

"Mockery! You-. It-. They've been here now. The Coil... The Cult of the Coil," he says in a frantic whisper. When Oliver's reasoned words cut through his hysteria, he draws himself up short.

"I am a barrister, a man of the law! My clients pay me well! One was a hunter, he paid with unusual skins that he sent through a series of couriers. I sent them to be dyed and now this. I think they've been tracking it, whatever beast that once was, and it called them. Maybe they'll leave well enough alone now, maybe..." he says, gray and shaking. "I wasn't threatened, but the dreams... And you, goliath, I heard of your kind, but you... you bear their scars."
 

Irthos' orange eyes narrowed at the renewed statement about the Wastes. Its scaly voice hissed. "Isss the ssskin now gone? Who wasss thisss hunter? For what did you hunt for him? <Shah>"
 

Arrgha'n (Half-Daelkyr Kin-Hunter) HP:28

"The Master Tanner's building was marked with that symbol, and then under the stealth of the night a Ethereal Filcher went to the roof and presumably found the symbol. It then entered the residence while the Tanner was working on something and somehow a Ethereal Marauder joined the fray killing the Tanner. The Filcher and Marauder made off with the Tanner's goods via the Ethereal.

What work were you doing for the 'Hunter' and who else was involved? What more can you tell me about it: Race, Sex, Identifying Marks, Speech or Movement Patterns? Anything else of importance?

Tell us of the Cult of the Coil. How you know them and know of them. Tell us also of your dreams and what of the 'scars'.
" he rattles off quickly looking impatient.
 

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