[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail

[Ashy]

After he has finished a thurough investigation, Tau returns to Uiim to make his report, "Not much let in there, no signs that point to anyone have been left after such an intense fire. There was something on the wooden beams, but I have no idea what it is." He stops as everyone in the crowd is now speaking. When the boy lets out what he has seen, Tau asks the young man to show him to the house, outside of which Tau will start looking for tracks.

Uiim looks from the crowd to the tracker, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean, Tau? Do you mean there was something on the beams during the fire, or that there was something left upon the beams in the wake of the fire?"

Once Tau moves over to begin looking for tracks, Uiim again pleads with the gathered throng. "Please remain here for the moment, and allow this good and true tracker the chance to discover any possible trails!"

 

[log-a-log]

DM:

Spoiler

Alright if I can't find any one lerking arund or some signs of people trying to escape. Then I guess I'll head back and if I heard the girl then I'll try to get into cactus's house or just to get to talk to tau being unseen whether that is getting his attention or what ever.

 

[Ashy]

Nassitch meandered through the perimeter of the small village, calling to Kimble on occasion. At other times Kimble would sniff at something and Nassitch would come running to see if he had found anything.

Disheartened, Nassitch came with Kimble to report to Uiim. "No tracks-es can be ofund that weren't all messied up with the people's walking here and about. Too much commotion for finding clues . . . did find a rabbit hole though," Nassitch explained.

After a growl from Kimble, Nassitch explained further, "Well, Kimble found it first he did, I made sures that's what it was."

Uiim nods at both, smiling a tense smile. "Thank you lads, thank you!" The old gnome starts to turn away but suddenly turns back to the kobold and the dog. "Nassitch, can you move about the crowd and describe log to the folk, and ask if any have seen him this morning?" Uiim has a hopeful look upon his features.

 

[log-a-log]

DM:

Spoiler

Alright if I can't do that then I had better make my apperance to uiimy so as not to worry him but I would prefer to stay hidden or for only uiim to know that I am safe maybe throw him a message like one of my signet rings or a dagger that he knows that I own. At his feet that is That is only if I am 100% sure that the murder escaped I mean I want to range far and wide

 

[Keia]

Nassitch (male Kobold) Ranger/Egoist 2/3

"Nassitch, can you move about the crowd and describe log to the folk, and ask if any have seen him this morning?"

"Sures I can," Nassitch replied. Nassitch raised his arm up, hand level to the ground, "He kinda looks like about this tall, with a cloak . . . and . . . um . . . a cloak. And . . . um, browns and greens, uh, a halfling . . . kinda round in the face, unless of courses all halflings are rounded of the face. And he grins . . . ummm . . . ."

Nassitch paused and looked at Kimble, who looked back at him and cocked his head to one side. "Kimble, what do you say we go an' finds Logs, huh?"

With a sharp bark Kimble and Nassitch started looking around and sniffing at the air, trying to pick up a trail on Log-a-log.

 

[Ashy]

Uiim nods, grimacing inwardly, "Thank you, lads..."

 

[Ferrix]

The boy nods his head feebly to Tau, then begins to walk off through the town in the direction he had ran a moment ago. Giving a nod of recognition to Uiim, Tau follows the lad off through the town.

Many of the people remain hushed, although a woman probably in her twenties steps forward, you notice that she was one of many who dragged you into the revelry of dance last night, "Cantus was about my age, he lived with his mother. He was often very sick, and some said that he wasn't really human. But really I just think they were being mean, the poor boy..." She breaks down in tears and is comforted by one of the miners, one of her brothers, and one of the drummers.

He looks to Uiim, his eyes as hard as the crystal he mines, "Magdie was a good woman, she took care of her son, and served as a healer of sorts. Although she never could do anything to heal the sickness in her Cantus' soul. We did not want to bring this down upon ourselves, we lead a feeble life, but at least we live. Now, who knows what will happen, we can't stay..." He is interrupted by Livius, "We're the start of a revolution boy! We don't need to be afraid anymore, the Mythar won't know who dun it, cause we don't know ourselves. We can only say that one of ours is missing and that means they'll think it's him." The woman cries out with a shattered rage weeping of sorrow, "Cantus would never do something so horrible as this... he's just misunderstood." She collapses back upon her brothers shoulder. Clearly these are troubled people.

Tau:

Spoiler

As you come out the shanty you can smell a vile sharpness coming from inside. Looking inside your stomach turns at the horror, a woman probably in her mid-years lies sprawled upon a bed, naked and ravaged, her stomach torn open with a viciousness that you've never seen before. Taking your eyes off of the horrid scene you examine the outside a bit more, hoping that concentrating on searching the area will get the daunting image from your head. You can see the scuff marks from where the young lad had presumably run to and from the shack and another set of lighter scuffs leading towards the center of town, but you can't really get a good idea of how long they've been there or much else about them.

Log-a-Log:

Spoiler

You aren't in earshot of Uiim, nor can you see him at the moment, as you are still scouting around a bit. Although you did hear raised voices come from the center. You notice Tau moving through the town towards a shack, he is following a young lad who looks quite shaken.

Nassitch:

Spoiler

Sniffing around a bit, you quickly pick up the familiar smell of Log-a-log, something along the lines of cooking spices and oiled leather. He seems to have been around a pile of discarded lumber on the far side, examining it a bit closer you can tell that one of the boards was knocked over recently. Following his scent you begin to circumnavigate the town, seems he was scoping things out. The trail is quite recent.

 

[Erekose13]

DM:

Spoiler

Not used to being the one to do all the investigatory work, Tau will thank the boy for leading him here and ask him to make sure no one else enters the building. If he spots log-a-log again he will point towards the building where the boy is standing watch. Later he will return to Uiim and relate the scene and ask for some help in searching the building for clues.

 

[Guest 11456]

Layonarai Leafrunner - Female Elf Spirit Shaman 5

The elven woman sticks close to Uiim, not sure what she can do to help.

 

[Ashy]

Uiim listens to the words of the prople before him and his face clouds. This was not at all the way things should be, he thought to himself, the revolution is not ready to begin...I am not ready for it to begin either...I am so ill-prepared still.

The old gnome holds out his hands, palms outward and speaks calmly. "Now, now, my good folk. I may not know much, but I do know one thing. The word 'revolution', if spoken within ear-shot, or thought-shot, for that matter, of a single Mythar will bring far more than mind-probing down upon you. You will all be imprisoned and tortured, or worse, within the blink of an eye. You will be beyond the help of any should that happen..."

Uiim pauses and lets his words hang in the air for a moment or two; he only hopes that the weight of those words penetrates the work- and oppression-numbed minds of those before him. He sighs, and then continues.

"I thank you for your words and for remaining calm. I ask that you each return to your homes now. If we have further need, we will contact you seperately. I would advise that you return to your daily routines as soon as possible. When they arrive, the Mythar will no doubt look kinder upon the maintenance of order and design than chaos and lack of direction. I ask that you do these things for yourself, not for my sake or the sake of my companions... Should any of you have anything to add that you feel we need know, please tell me now."

The old gnome looks up to Layonarai and smiles a wan smile, patting her hand gently, as would a grandfather pat the hand of a cherished granddaughter.