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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Nov 26, 2021 23:53:40 GMT
Everyone The man looking to be in his late fifties grunts in response to Heide and turns his form around in his seat to continue drinking from his tankard without looking at your group anymore, without saying a word short of the grunt.
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Post by Rix Arratay on Nov 27, 2021 1:07:30 GMT
Rix raises an eyebrow at the man, kicking back in his chair. "Huh, wonder what's up with him. Might follow him after this, see where he goes." He says quietly, his voice pitched to only reach the table.
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Nov 27, 2021 15:57:06 GMT
Before she decides how to approach the situation, Heide tries to get a quick bead on the man's intent and temperament. (Insight +4)
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Dec 5, 2021 23:04:39 GMT
Heide Before the man turns around, you keep a sharp focus on his movements and where his eyes move towards. You follow his eyes as he scans them up and down each one of your group, taking in everything he can and almost taking mental note of any weapons, items, and anything of general interest upon your persons. It seems that man has a keen interest in all of you and that this is no normal casual glance he is giving each one of you.
Once the man turns himself around in his chair, you keep an eye on him for a minute to see whether he does anything of interest. The man keeps himself to himself for that minute, sipping a small amount of his beverage as he stares into the wood of the bar.
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Post by Randall Grim on Dec 5, 2021 23:18:44 GMT
Oblivious about the red-eyed man, Randall is suddenly interrupted by the commotion and snorts “how can you expect me to read anything of importance with all this noise around” he then slide back the book to Waka and with an ironic tone he says “well, fortunately for all of us, there is nothing of much interest in this book, unless any of you are deeply interested in Dwarven genealogy”. And finally taking notice of the tension in the air he whispers “what?… what’s going on?”
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Dec 6, 2021 16:02:17 GMT
"Looks as though we've attracted some attention," Heide answers. She lowers her voice and leans in toward the others. "He gave us a size-up. Seems like he's either spoiling for a fight or reporting back to someone. But who's to say?" She shrugs and leans back again. "We can ask Kaylessa the next time she comes 'round."
The paladin gestures toward the book with her fork, flicking a bit of porridge onto the table in so doing. "It took some doing to get that thing. May as well hold onto it. I'm sure it's got something to do with something. Elsewise, it might be something to kill time with."
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Post by Wakathas on Dec 15, 2021 15:10:44 GMT
Wakathas smiles, "Shame! Thought it may have some clues on the situation. But you can keep it for leisure reading if you like, I have not the capacity to understand it." With a wink, he picks up his bow and began to walk toward the man, casting Prestidigitation on the man's clothing before sitting down next to the man, a bow of stew in one hand, while the other draped over the man's shoulder in a friendly manner. "A round for the two of us my lady," he called out to Kaylessa, "so friend, ya looking for hire hands?"
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Jan 8, 2022 11:07:03 GMT
Everyone Sunderlying and out of nowhere, Wakathas stands from his seat and openly approaches the elderly man who was keeping a keen interest on the group, openly casting a spell that begins to clear away the filth and dirt that covers the lower part of the man's clothing and boots. Wakathas then drapes his metallic feathered wing over the man's shoulder and calls put for a round from Kaylessa, who gives a slight look of confusion towards the man and then Wakathas.
The man shifts himself in his seat and shoulders Wakathas' arm off of his shoulder and shares Kaylessa's look before looking back to Wakathas. "Why thank you for the drink, friend. I'll also let you know that I am the hire hand around here. Don't think it's part of my job description to be hiring out more hands, Kaylessa?" The gruff speaking man looks to Kaylessa who breaks the slight tension with a smile and a small chuckle. "Of course not. Don't want to run myself and my earnings dry. Especially nowadays! Will make it the two copper please, my dear." She giggles to herself before starting to pour two tankards at Wakathas' request and passing them over the bar before accepting the coin. The man takes the tankard and raises it towards Wakathas and leans over to the rest of the group seated around the corner in the common room, raising it in acknowledgement before taking along gulp and then placing it back onto the bar. "Well, if that's all you were asking, I'll be heading out to the stables and taking care of me duties." The man stands from his seat and notices the clean state of his clothes and boots. "Well, I'll be. Your doing?" He looks back at Wakathas and thanks him again with a gentle squeeze of his shoulder.
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Post by Wakathas on Jan 13, 2022 22:24:15 GMT
"It was a pleasure. Name's Wakathas, at your service." Waka calls over the man's back but made no effort to further the conversation. "Well, that answer that question. My apologies lady Heide, my curiosity got the best of me." He says as he walks back toward his companions, "what's our next step, you reckon?"
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Jan 14, 2022 5:01:57 GMT
Although Wakathas has returned, Heide keeps an eye on the aarakocra's new friend, curious to see if he actually heads toward the stables.
But there are other matters, likely more pressing ones, that need to be addressed.
"Father Imdarr mentioned some strange cairns that have been raised outside of town. Said there was a shepherd who could guide us to them. Not sure in which direction, mind, but it might be worth going a little out of our way. And then there's that character peddling oddly marked goods off to the north. If we were to follow the lost delegation's path as planned, that'd be right along the way.
"So," she summarizes, taking another bite of breakfast, "I think it's cairns, merchant, delegation, in that order."
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Post by Randall Grim on Jan 19, 2022 10:04:20 GMT
Randall nods in agreement saying “whatever you say M’lady, but before we get going allow me to make a swift although necessary confirmation…” and with a gentle move he pera Hope on his shoulder and send her to land on the Inn’s roof as soon as the man leaves. Once she is there he will see use her senses to confirm the man is actually going to the stables as he said.
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Jan 20, 2022 0:45:58 GMT
Everyone With a plan for the day laid out by Heide in a certain order, everyone is quick to agree while finishing up on breakfast. Randall remains in a pensive state about the stablehand and stands from the table and moves to the door, allowing Hope to flap her wings and take to the sky of Red Larch. Randall then comes to sit back at the table, his eyes glazing over as his senses shift to that of Hope's.
Randall With your senses shifted into the perspective of your companion, Hope, you are able to see a good view of Red Larch Town from up onto of the Swinging Sword Inn, but you quickly start looking for the stablehand. It does not take long to spot the elderly man walking through the back court of the inn, his clean boots now slowly gathering a new layer of dirt and dust that Wakathas got rid of through use of magic. You notice that the man is walking a little faster than you would expect towards the empty stable at the back of the inn. Once he moves inside, you command Hope to find a spot where she can look inside, and it is easy enough for the owl to hop down a few slates of the roof and see inside through a gap that would act as a window, except there are no window panes.
The elderly stablehand is now sat at a table and dipping a quill into an inkpot before dabbing it loose of any excess ink and then putting the quill to a piece of parchment. For the next two minutes, the man continues to place the rest of whatever he is writing onto the parchment before waving his hands over the ink to dry and then wrapping it into a scroll with a small piece of string. The man then stands from the desk and moves out of sight for a moment, leaving the scrolled parchment on the table.
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Post by Randall Grim on Jan 20, 2022 1:14:57 GMT
Seeing the opportunity and growing suspicious about the odd behavior of yet another inhabitant of Red Larch Randall commands Hope to swiftly dive to get the parchment (dash, 120ft) and immediately leaving the stable through the roof or the nearest exit, if possible trying to break line of sight as soon as possible in case she is spotted by the man (flying over the roof or seeking coverage from buildings and trees). (Stealth +3)
Once the man lose her track Randall will command Hope to bring him the parchment in the Inn.
If she is not spotted Randall will command her to bring him the parchment and go back to the stable to keep her watch on the man.
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Jan 22, 2022 17:02:34 GMT
Randall With the scrolled parchment being left unattended for a few seconds, you waste no time in commanding Hope to fly straight through the open window space and into the room of the stable. As Hope easily clasps her talons onto yte scrolled parchment, her head swivels to see the elderly man who is in the process of reaching into a cage for a raven. Silently and effortlessly, Hope manages to flap her wings softly yet rapidly and escaping from the stable unseen by the elderly man. You do manage to hear a confused statement of "What?!" from the man as Hope makes her way into the sky and over the roof of the inn, coming back to the front door. Knowing your misson for Hope was successful, you change back to your own vision and give Heide,Rix, and Wakathas a nod before standing from the table and going to the door to retrieve the scrolled parchment before sending Hope back to land on the roof and keep an eye on the elderly stablehand.
Heide,Wakathas After about a minute of Randall's eyes being glazed over while using Hope's sight, his eyes return to normal and he gives you all a curled smile before standing from the table and moving to the door. Randall then returns shortly with a scrolled piece of parchment in hand.
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Post by Wakathas on Jan 22, 2022 21:02:17 GMT
"What ya find there?" Wakathas asks, while walking over to peek over the shoulder of Randall, giving him and the scroll a bit of cover with from wandering eyes.
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Post by Randall Grim on Jan 23, 2022 12:00:41 GMT
While Hope flies back to reposition herself to keep watch on the now confused man, Randall returns to the table covered by Waka and whispers to his companions “let’s see what message was so important that our odd fellow so eager to prepare” while discretely opening the parchment and putting it un the table so Heide and Waka is also able to read it.
If the parchment is written in an unknown language, Randall will discretely use his magic to read it (cast “comprehend languages” as a ritual) and transcribe whatever is written to his companions, whispering what he is able to read.
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Post by PotA Dungeon Master on Jan 25, 2022 22:47:59 GMT
Everyone With the scrolled parchment being questioned by two in the group, Randall discretly opens it as everyone gathers closer to read for themselves, saving it being listened to by any unwanted attention throughout the inns main floor. The writing looks to be in common and easily readable for all.
Thurl, There have been some developments within Red Larch since yesterday. An underground tomb was uncovered accidentally in the middle of the street. A group of four were eager to head inside and spent an hour or so within. They have been residing at the Swinging Sword and are looking to be investigating the missing delegation. There may be a possibility they come to you at the tower, but no guarantee. I will send in another report next ten-day, but you may have to put others on keeping tabs on this group if they leave town. I think their names are Heide, the half-orc. Rix, a human lad. Randall, an old man posing as human, but I saw the dark red skin of a tiefling. And then there's Waka, Aaracokra.
There is no signature of a name at the end of the letter, but rather a symbol that is an invetted triangle with three branching lines coming off the top of the triangle.
Randall You can't be certain, but you are fairly familiar with the first word, name rather, used in the letter. You only know one Thurl, and that is the Thurl Merosska, Knight of the Feathergale knights that you were hired to fi d out information on.
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Post by Randall Grim on Jan 25, 2022 23:06:59 GMT
“I knew it” Randall let scape between his breath. “there are something excessively weird about this town, the underground complex, the feather gale Knights, the missing delegation, and I bet, the necromancer as well. We might have not scrutinize this tomb as we should as I remember to have left at least one chamber unopened.” He whispers to his companions making sure to discrete. “should we go back at night to further investigate this tomb or should we confront the man in the stable? I happen to have developed some interesting new, and hopefully much more efficient, techniques of interrogation…” He continues and then suddenly look to his companions eager for an answer while thinking to himself slightly louder than he should “please say confronting? Yes?”
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Post by Heide Many-Sheaf on Jan 26, 2022 18:33:51 GMT
Heide grinds her teeth a little at the implication that all of these troubles are interconnected. "This town's starting to make me feel a little claustrophobic. It sounds like they want us to stay here because we're getting closer to the actual truth, and that sounds like it's out where all those other disturbances on. I don't think we should waste any more time with that stubborn stablehand. Better we get moving and catch them off their guard, 'stead of vice versa."
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Post by Wakathas on Jan 29, 2022 0:12:33 GMT
"Perhaps confronting him now may spoil things. I suggest we keep an eye on him next time we return here, perhaps we can sneak up on another report, getting further information," Wakathas smiles cautiously at Randall's eagerness, "most folks I know who lives in 'towers' ain't the type to be trifled with. Though with that being said, I don't sense any malintent from the wordings..." he pauses and ponders the situation for a few seconds, "I could also check with my contact to see if the name 'Thurl' rings any bell, before any hastily made interrogation." Wakathas emphasized the last word as his eyes meet with Randall.
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