The Hunted (DM: IronSky, Judge: ???)

[Neurotic]

"Peace, people! We're here at the behest of the city guard! We have a information that this place may be the center of the next disturbance. Since this is a matter of some urgency, we hurried to see if you need help. Please, calm down! No harm is done. We need to talk to the master of the house."

Once such is identified Illarion once more addresses the group of people
"Stand down! Situation is under control."

OOC: I'll talk to the hm, father? mother? of late Mr. Dartanian Grey

Bluff (1d20+12=32)

 

[jkason]

Devinihm, wilden druid

Devinihm cringes as Earth once again applies his own brand of nuance to the group's entrance, then takes Illarion's lead, doing what he can to calm the staff and assure them of their safety so that the group might find Gray's family for questioning.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Earth stops dry, like a bulldozer turned off after his job was done. He uttered no word as the staff of the manor surrounded him, brandishing weapons and torches.

 

[Iron Sky]

The Hunted: Day 1, Hour 4, Minute 59

The members of the estate are halted, though not calmed, by Illarion's words. A handsome older man with bright red hair that pretty much has to be Dartanian's father steps forward, sticking the point of his greatsword into the ground and leaning on the hilt as he regards the group. An attractive older woman with even brighter red hair stands at his shoulder with a loaded crossbow.

The rest of the house lower their weapons, but still have their weapons in hand.

"We're the masters of the house. What's this nonsense about? The next disturbance? This is the first disturbance as far as I'm concerned."

 

[pacdidj]

"Are you his mother then?," says Auntie Mab as she shuffles forward. "Oh, you poor, poor dear. I hate to be the bearer of bad news dearie, but your son, Mr. Dartanian, is dead! We all saw it ourselves outside the Hanged Man tavern. I wouldn't go down there though. You should save yourself the gruesome sight. Not much left of him really. He was torn apart by some fearsome Abyssal beast from the looks of it. A quick death though, I'll reckon, so at least there's some consolation in that."

"But if you're feeling up to it dearie, we'd like a few words with you if we may. You see, we've been deputized as investigators dearie. Mr. Dartanian's death looks to be connected to a rash of murders all around Daunton," the old woman says as she presents her papers.

"Oh, and we're dreadfully sorry about the gate and the bell dearie. Earth here has... his own way of doing things." Leaning in closer and giving the woman a significant look she adds, "He's a scrumgrum you see. But I think he's in denial about it." She continues in her normal tone, "Rest assured though, we'll make amends for the gate once we've received our commission at the end of the investigation."

Auntie Mab's words don't seem to have quite the placating effect she'd intended though. Perhaps it has something to do with her vivid description of Dartanian's manner of death...

Diplomacy (1d20+9=10)

 

[Iron Sky]

The Hunted: Day 1, Hour 5, Minute 1

The fiery-haired man and woman exchange glances as Mab speaks, the man staggering back as it sinks in and the woman growing visibly angry.

She levels her crossbow at Mab. "If I find you are lying, old woman or no, deputy or no, I'll make this garden your grave. You think I care about the gate when you say my Dart is murdered by some demon?"

The other members of the household murmur in angry agreement, grasping their weapons.

Mr. Grey raises his hand to calm them and looks at the group. "So you come here in the middle of the night to wake us up, warn us of some disturbance? We shall consider ourselves warned and retire to come to grips with our son's death. Unless there is something else you seek here?"

 

[Neurotic]

Diplomacy (1d20+10=18)

"We're truly sorry for your loss. Could you just tell us if he brought home something from his latest venture and we can talk more in the morning. Please? It may be important."

Regardless of whether he receives a reply, after they turn away he says
"Good night."

 

[johnmeier1]

You yourselves may be in danger, there is something that may be in your house. Raijin looks to whoever has the note from the basement.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Earth moves his head to face the lead couple. Dirt falls from the joint, like mortar from the bricks of a wall during an earthquake. "The fact that you are still alive means that we've outmatched the creature. You might be the next target, hence our chance to destroy this unnatural abomination once and for all, before it takes more lives." states Earth, with no delicacy whatsoever. "If the object that we seek is within the walls of your house, then we might represent your only chance to survive this night."

 

[jkason]

Devinihm, wilden druid

Devinihm nods. "It is as the others say. We do not yet know how many there are, but we know the hunters are faster than men, and that they ... change. Did your son speak of these creatures?"