The road to Vrux.

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell comes down the stairs. He wears a fierce look on his face almost daring anyone in the bar to contridict what he has to say. "Nobody's dead up here, but we do need a competent healer. It's time for everyone to calm down and we'll ask this woman and that man why they were trying to kill the bard and the man in the bed. We are all going to settle down and get some answers. There has been enough bloodshed for one night."

 

[Legildur]

Makas looks at Morrison as he offers the potion. He is just about to stand up when Rell comes down the stairs and reports.

"Well laddy," Makas says to Morrison and the group of men. "It seems clear that you don't need me anymore. It looks like you caught the assassin and your friend has saved one of her victims."

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (half-elf bard)

Calondor opens his eyes and nods at Rell "Thanks" Calondor looks around for a moment taking in the situation then stands up and walks over to the hurt man in the bed. Seeing that the man is pretty bad off he begins to hum a short melody gestures and lays his hand on the man.

OOC: Cure light

Calondor stay's with the man to see if his healing helped him enough.

OOC: Very sorry for the lack of posting but I did not have access to the internet for a few days

 

[DarkMaster]

(Rell Diplomacy roll 18+1) As Rell appears in the stairs and tells about what happened the few villager left and the warrior shut up. Looking at him not knowing what to do. The drunk leader who is slowly standing back up, Obviously is used to those kinds drunk accident, tells the crowd "I suggest we listen to these man, and verify if what they say is true, if not we will kill them here HAHAHAHAHA"

The Dwarf owner stands ahead of the villager and adds "I guess this warrior is right, please surrender your weapon and lead us to the scene of the crime."

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Calondor still recovering from his injury approaches the badly wounded man and uses his healing magic to bring him back to consciousness. (CLW 8+2) The men dagger injury completly dissapears. He opens his eyes, touches his neck feeling it and still don't understanding what just happened. He looks around, looking at the pool of blood in the bed, the bloody dagger lying nearby and Calondor sitting on his bed. With eyes full of gratitude "I am not too sure of what just happened, seems more like a dream than anything else. In any case thanks Sir. My name is Utrolac, I am a merchant from Mergovia, I am here to buy silver for my King" Calondor can notice a slight foreing accent in the man otherwise perfect Axyrian.

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell heads back upstairs to explain what happened. He is wary of the innkeep given that the would be assassins seem to be in his employ. He appears unarmed, but of course his mind blade is but a thought away.

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (half-elf bard)

"I am Calondor and I am glad to be of help" Calondor wipes some of the blood off his hands "I am a travelling bard."

 

[Legildur]

Makas (dwarf warrior)

The dwarven warrior says nothing as the stand off is seemingly resolved. Sitting back down at the table, he picks up his ale and drinks again from it. "That was close," he says to Fror.

 

[RillianPA]

"I will wait down here, while Rell escorts some of you upstairs. Good job saving those people by the way Rell.

Now does anyone know anything about this assassin girl or her accomplice? Why would she attack the poor half-elf or the fellow in the room upstairs?"

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell smiles at the praise and proceeds upstairs thinking, Did I save them or us?

 

[DarkMaster]

The dwarf grunts a Morrison with a mad facial expression. "Wait a minute my friend, you are coming with us, we won't free you until it's clear that you aren't involved in all this. He turns towards the other employee. "You too, come over here" As the group of warrior closes on him. He shouts to the crowd. "The elder sage, won't be happy with your behavior, you will hear from us again." The men starts tumbling among the warrior hoping to escape the room (roll 15;28;22) rolling and flipping through the soldier he reaches the door and starts running down the street.

The dwarf curses at the inhability of the warrior to stop him. "Now I am going to have to explain myself at the grand tribunal." He looks at Morrison visbely stress and slightly scared (sense motive 13+3 DC 10)"You better have a darn good alibi now if you want to save your skin and ours my poor friend"

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"It's a pleasure. I still don't understand what happened, why was I attacked savagely like that. I was told that Axyrian law were similars to ours but I after what just happened I am really questioning. Attacking me with no reasons, He if you don't want me to buy your silver just say no, I will understand.

Calondor (sense motive 11+3 DC10) senses that the men is a bit loosing it, talking very quickly and jumping from one topic to another without finishing his sentence. He is clearly still under shock.