The Reconquista: Part I (Shadows over Istivin)

[Hypersmurf]

The guard he is speaking to examins the speaker closely and then looks up at all of you, shaking his head, "I don't know what this man is talking about. He's not Alanar. Alanar is at least fifteen minutes younger."

OOC: !? /OOC

Edit: Oh. That makes more sense.

 

[Hypersmurf]

“About two hundred feet. And I wasn't exactly clear before, it's not the person who has to be around, just his mind and the focus for the spell, which usually is a small gem or crystal. It's, however, very risky not to have the physical body nearby, which is in a kind of hibernation, while the mind is possessing another's body, and therefore is likely left in a safe spot within a similar distance.”

"Gullam, time is of the essence, so answer concisely," Mega-Reivik says seriously to the guardsman. "Why were you trying to arrest him, and where was he first seen behaving oddly?"

 

[Branding Opportunity]

The older of the two guards, the one who had spoken with the shackled man turns to Reivik, finally releasing his grip. He looks nervously at the man, pulling out a piece of cloth from his belt and tying it around the captive's mouth before answering. The held man slumps against the wall, still weak from his recent ordeals, his eyes half-closed.

"Sorry, had to be sure he wasn't going to kill any more of us," he remarks looking at his fallen comrades scattered about the alley. "We should also call in some more men from the guardhouse to help us with these poor bastards. What a way to go," he sighs.

He momentarily loosed his train of thought then looks back at Reivik, "Sorry, don't know where I was there."

Clearing his throat he continues, "Well, we were patrolling this district, just having looped around the Abandoned Quarter when we came across this piece of work. He was wandering about, trying to be stealthy, but there are so few folks out at night these days that he stood out like a minotaur in a pottery warehouse. When we approached him he began babbling something incoherently, and then commanded us to go back to our post and leave him be. That's when he started getting violent. Good thing you showed up when you did."

 

[Hypersmurf]

Clearing his throat he continues, "Well, we were patrolling this district, just having looped around the Abandoned Quarter when we came across this piece of work. He was wandering about, trying to be stealthy, but there are so few folks out at night these days that he stood out like a minotaur in a pottery warehouse. When we approached him he began babbling something incoherently, and then commanded us to go back to our post and leave him be. That's when he started getting violent. Good thing you showed up when you did."

"Good thing indeed," Reivik agrees. "So he was right here when you saw him?"

If so, have a quick glance around. Does anything within line of effect and two hundred feet stand out? An open window, a house with gargoyles, anywhere an expensive gem might be left without being too obvious yet retaining a clear line to the street?

 

[Thanee]

Latalya

“There is still a spell, which alters his appearance, which might be the reason, why he looks unlike you know him.”


OOC: Disbelieve?

 

[Branding Opportunity]

Reivik:[sblock]OOC: You look about (Spot check) but can't seem to find anything obvious which might fit this description. Having said that, you're darkvision is only out to 60 ft. and it is still the middle of the night[/sblock]

 

[Branding Opportunity]

OOC: Disbelieve?

Even though Latalya knows that the face of the tied man is a fake, she can't seem to see through the illusion. He still appears to be a man in his late forties with aquiline feature, dark-black hair, a scraggly beard and wild, blood-shot blue eyes. (OOC: Will save 3 + 10 = 13, failure; if anyone else wants to closely examine him, I will also make Will checks for them)

 

[Ranger Rick]

Hearing Latalya words George also tries to disbelieve the illusion. (will +7)(Spot +17/being an elf +2?)

 

[Ranger Rick]

"Good thing indeed," Reivik agrees. "So he was right here when you saw him?"

If so, have a quick glance around. Does anything within line of effect and two hundred feet stand out? An open window, a house with gargoyles, anywhere an expensive gem might be left without being too obvious yet retaining a clear line to the street?

OOC: Not being good with the ways of magic, George is looking for a person. If he knows to look for something else he will.

 

[James Heard]

Her face still frowning in it its ruined way, Eshanna strokes the heavy symbol of Wee Jas at her breast and mutters words of Protection that make Latalya pale and unconsciously edge away from her, a fact noted by the priestess with a disapproving arch of her brow.

"I'm going to heal him now. With him lolling about like that we can't very well interrogate him, can we? But first...just in case" she tugged at the enormous two-handed sword tossed careless over her shoulder and pulled the gleaming steel from its prison, the gaping pommel of a decapitated giant head struggling against death thanks to the magics therein. "He's not a giant, but mages bleed just as well." she offhandedly.

Her prayers to the Witch Queen were dark, befitting her countenance. In the end though, the Chant of Rebellion was finished and she released the healing energies into the beaten spellcaster.

At the perimeter, Anders and young Thom began to work their way back toward the group, peeking into windows and looking for sewer entrances as means of some foul escape.

OOC: Casting Protection from Chaos on herself and Cure Serious Wounds (3d8+8) on the spellcaster.