The Gray King

[EvolutionKB]

Oliver, Human Binder

Oliver speaks aloud, putting his thoughts into spoken words. "A demon hunter, like our friend here, hired you and paid you in the skin of a demon. The skin was sent from courier to courier to here. Whoever killed the Master Tanner, also killed the couriers, trying to track down the trail of the skin. Now that they have what they want back, perhaps the murders will stop as well."

When he is finished speaking to himself he looks to the barrister. "Why do you live alone in a large home? Surely a man of your wealth could afford a few servants," he wipes a gloved finger on the wall, coming away slightly dirty, "to tidy things up."

 

[Erekose13]

Maavnod hunches a little more, hiding his mutation a bit. He does not reply to the man's comment. His head turns away from the man and the group, hiding his shame.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

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>"

Orthos shakes his head at the kobold. "I did not hunt for him. He had a legal problem with transporting some goods across country borders, and I got it straightened out for him. Just a misuderstanding with some borderguards really, but it might have been expensive for him. He left a while ago, heading west, last I knew. And I really can't tell you more, that would be a breech of barrister-client privilage..."

Orthos trails off a little uncertainly as Arrgha'n fires forth his own questions.

"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.

"Ah... well, that is..." he trails off again, and looks around at the odd collection of people in his house, with knowledge they aren't supposed to have, about a crime committed practically on his doorstep. He swallows audiably.

"The hunter, he called himself Roth. He was human...ish. He had scars, like you goliath. Odd-colored skin, yellow-like, with red eyes, no hair. He had a few bits to him that don't normally come standard at birth, you see. I mentioned it once and he damn near shoved my teeth down my throat, so I kept my mouth shut. He talked like he had a mouth full of mush, and stalked like a hunting cat. Scary-silent he was.

"The Cult-," here he falters, as it's obvious that Arrrgha'n's description of the Master Tanner's death disturbed him mightily. "Roth didn't like the Cult. He said they were after him, that they didn't like what he did. He hunted odd things, and they didn't like it. They kept trying to steal from him, and he said they'd turn violent. Host help me, and now they turned up on my doorstep!"

Oliver speaks aloud, putting his thoughts into spoken words. "A demon hunter, like our friend here, hired you and paid you in the skin of a demon. The skin was sent from courier to courier to here. Whoever killed the Master Tanner, also killed the couriers, trying to track down the trail of the skin. Now that they have what they want back, perhaps the murders will stop as well."

When he is finished speaking to himself he looks to the barrister. "Why do you live alone in a large home? Surely a man of your wealth could afford a few servants," he wipes a gloved finger on the wall, coming away slightly dirty, "to tidy things up."

"All the couriers..." he sounds frightened, but also resigned, like he expected to hear it. "I thought that might happen. I told you the Cult didn't like Roth hunting what he did. And my servants are none of your business!"

 

[FreeXenon]

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

"He had a few bits to him that don't normally come standard at birth, you see."

Arrgha'n looks quizzically concerned as he asks
"What do you mean by that?"

 

[Zurai]

Valerian, Elven Archivist

"The Cult-," here he falters, as it's obvious that Arrrgha'n's description of the Master Tanner's death disturbed him mightily. "Roth didn't like the Cult. He said they were after him, that they didn't like what he did. He hunted odd things, and they didn't like it. They kept trying to steal from him, and he said they'd turn violent. Host help me, and now they turned up on my doorstep!"

"All the couriers..." he sounds frightened, but also resigned, like he expected to hear it. "I thought that might happen. I told you the Cult didn't like Roth hunting what he did. And my servants are none of your business!"

Valerian attempts to soothe the frightened man, while still trying to get any information about the mysterious Cult from him. "What do you know about the Cult? Any information you can give us will be more information we can use to stop them. You do want them stopped, don't you? You wouldn't have to live in fear, then."


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[Erekose13]

Arrgha'n looks quizzically concerned as he asks
"What do you mean by that?"

"Mutation. It affects those touched by raw chaos." replies Maavnod. He then places his hand on Arrgha'n's shoulder, the sticky substance secreted by Maavnod's hand evidence of his own mutation.

 

[FreeXenon]

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

A slight wave of relief washes over him at Maavod's words, but he looks to Orthos for confirmation.

 

[EvolutionKB]

Oliver, Human Binder

"My apologies sir," Oliver says slightly bowing his head. "How long ago did he leave? We are traveling in that general direction currently. Don't worry, we won't mention anything about your dealings with him."

 

[stonegod]

The kobold 'harumphs' at the man's dismissal, and becomes bored of the apparently inane one's conversation. It keeps its eyes out on the building, idly wandering around until recalled.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Valerian attempts to soothe the frightened man, while still trying to get any information about the mysterious Cult from him. "What do you know about the Cult? Any information you can give us will be more information we can use to stop them. You do want them stopped, don't you? You wouldn't have to live in fear, then."

"Stopped? I don't even care, I just don't want them around here! They're a bunch of crazies, that's why. Most of what they do doesn't make a lick of sense. Burn this, destroy that, no rhyme or reason. Killing the couriers was the most coordinated thing I've ever heard of them accomplishing! I don't know who they are or where they live, because, Host's favor, I've never met them face-to-face. And I hope never to have the pleasure. Any luck being, they'll keep going along the chain and I won't see them again."

He seems supremely unconcerned about any one else being in danger, but only afraid for himself.

"My apologies sir," Oliver says slightly bowing his head. "How long ago did he leave? We are traveling in that general direction currently. Don't worry, we won't mention anything about your dealings with him."

"Roth left not more than a week ago. I don't know how fast he travels, but if he's still hunting, it would be slow. If the Cult is tracking the couriers..." he shrugs helplessly. He seems profoundly embarrassed and frightened to the extreme.

Irthos wanders away from the others, peering in other rooms. One of them seems to be a display room of some sort. There are several lovely pelts and hides of unknown beasts, some furred, some simple buckskin, all of them dyed fantastic colors. There are also a pair of unusual stuffed trophies. One seems to be a stag, but with a gleaming metallic horn upon its snout. Even upon close inspection it is difficult to tell if it is a fake or something that grew there naturally.

The other seems to be a small basilisk, its scales glittering a brilliant emerald green, but with an unusual crown of what seem to be arched serpants growing out of its head.