Well this is a right mess. At least for the moment I agree with Curnach. Arianna, we need to keep you with us for the moment until we catch this "criminal". I hope you understand. Let's go find this girl and get to the bottom of this before she ends up on the wrong end of a mob.
Skender pins Kressida Croft with his steely gaze. 'You're actually asking me to deny the people their chance at vengeance for the death of their king?'
Curnach sighs in frustration at Cressida, not having the courtesy or the tact to mask his irritation.
Yes, just one. Will you perhaps stop to say hello and ask who the new girl is before ushering in a total stranger into a discussion of this magnitude? Now that Arianna Curnach says, gesturing towards the woman without looking knows the address she is a risk. To Trinia, to herself and to the chance of the truth about this assassination ever coming out. You have implicated this poor woman into a plot that may be well over her head- you should be ashamed of yourself.
Turning to Arianna and sizing her up slowly and carefully, Curnach asks her in his usual, softer voice- Are you capable? You have the look of one who has travelled far to be in this place- and I assume you know how to use the blade concealed in your scarf. One of our number recently disappeared in the chaos of Korvosa and we could use all the help we can get- but if risk and adventure are not your preference, I must apologise but we will need to tie you up for the duration of the night.
Aside from the discussion about Arianna, Curnach shakes his head in dismay at the news. I think perhaps there was something to Tapestry's suspicions. The queen has allowed this chaos to reach the streets for her own motives.
"I am sorry, but I just assumed she was with you and I am worried about what will happen if the mob manage to catch her." she sighs, seeming very nervouse and worried over this whole ordeal.
Skender pins Kressida Croft with his steely gaze. 'You're actually asking me to deny the people their chance at vengeance for the death of their king?'
"Mob justice is not true justice." she stares at Skender "What if she were innocent? What if you were in your position and the ream murderer had pinned this on you? Would it be vengenance then or justice for that atter? No, it wouldn't and we need to bring her back safely so she can be questioned under magical means to be sure." her command of the law appears strong and she remains ferm on this case. "You will be compensated. I will pay you 1500 gold if you manage to bring her to one of my men where we'll keep her safe. If she is guilty trust me, she will be executed publicly."
I for one want to get to the bottom of this and capture this accused killer. With my spells we should be able to verify whether or not she did this. I know a back way there, let's go before the mob beats us there.
"Mob justice is not true justice." she stares at Skender "What if she were innocent? What if you were in your position and the ream murderer had pinned this on you? Would it be vengenance then or justice for that atter? No, it wouldn't and we need to bring her back safely so she can be questioned under magical means to be sure." her command of the law appears strong and she remains ferm on this case. "You will be compensated. I will pay you 1500 gold if you manage to bring her to one of my men where we'll keep her safe. If she is guilty trust me, she will be executed publicly."
'The mob isn't after justice. It's after vengeance. That's a holy cause. The people are scared and angry and need to put a face on their misery. In this instance that face is the one of Trinia Sabor. It may not be fair, but if the death of one person will put to rights the minds of the entire community, it is a worthwhile price to pay. I will pray for the soul of Trinia that she find her true reward in the afterlife; guilty or no.'
Skender leans back in his chair. 'If it later turns out that another person is found to be the true murderer of the king, I will gleefully avenge Trinia's murder. That won't be justice either. It will be vengeance.'
You will not be joining us then, Skender? The mob will have its 'vengeance' and be appeased one way or another- either by getting to her first, or by watching her publicly executed. I don't have a strong opinion on the matter, but I do work for Cressida and believe the guard and the watch are doing their best in hard times.
You will not be joining us then, Skender? The mob will have its 'vengeance' and be appeased one way or another- either by getting to her first, or by watching her publicly executed. I don't have a strong opinion on the matter, but I do work for Cressida and believe the guard and the watch are doing their best in hard times.
'A public execution after interrogation and trial is not vengeance; it is justice. I never mentioned nor implied anything about the watch or guard. I don't believe their actions have anything to do with this state of affairs. Do you?'
A grin blooming on his face, Skender says, 'Of course, I'll join you. You forget that trickery is as sacred as vengeance. Why not cheat the mob?'
Then let us cease wasting time discussing the philisophy of vengeance and justice, and make haste as Jerin suggested.
As she watches the by-play amongst the group she shakes her head "Boys will be boys" she thinks to herself.
Aloud she says "I may be the new girl here, but I can't see letting a crowd tear some girl, guilty or not, to pieces serves anybody's purpose"
As the group prepares to leave she goes across the taproom to the bar and asks Theandra for her things. As she pulls a finely wrought chain shirt over her head the barmaid hands her an equally fine rapier. "A gift from an appreciative client" she says, smiling. A carved shortbow and quiver complete her ensemble. Over this she wraps a drab grey cloak over her shoulders, a blot on her otherwise colorful dance outfit. " The better to blend in with."
Checking to make sure everything is in place, she nods to the rest "Ready to go!"
As you all leave, Jerin leads the way he came up with ducking down the cuts. Going is quite easy but you manage to dodge a few mobs and Order of the Nail patrols.
You then come across labours fighting nobles and creating a large mob that's unpassable, but Jerin finds a route around. After getting closer to midland you all see another mad man covered in some kind of disease that appears to be rotting his appearence, however he goes running down another part of the alley away from the group for some reason.
As you arrive at the tenement you find the place in a densely built section of the city, a place where, at ground level, direct sunlight is a rarity. Above, jury-rigged catwalks, overhanging roofs, lines of laundry, and homemade bridges of rope and boards create a cluttered tangle, a multi-level mess of gutters, upper floors, and rooftops. This is the slum above—a place known as the Shingles.
The Singles are like it's own sub-ward of the city. Here the Shanties built atop roofs, on the upper floors of otherwise abandoned tenements, and amid the jungles of chineys,peaked roofs, and eroding gargoyles are vagabonds, thieves, monsters and perils to match those found in the most dangerous slums from what you all hear about them.
The area is clearly dangerous and rife with life of all sorts. The main reason most people don't use those walkways are because of tales of the Chokers lurking around the roofs, but you see none from where you are.
You find a small group of people outside of the place that's said t be Trinia's living place. They appear to be talking to a group of hellknights who turn back and walk down the path they came and the people remain looking about, three staying outside and two leaning out windows on two different floors.
For the moment they seem to keep they're eyes out, but once you pop into they're sight they appear to shift.
"She not 'ere! Ya should check the other homes like the rest of the mob." this old man starts shouting towards you all.
He sweats as he says this and appears to be acting suspeciously.
You know something, venerable one. Let me assure you, if Trinia is innocent she has nothing to fear from us- we're not a lynch mob.
Sense Motive check:
Smiling her best smile, Arianna takes the old man's arm
"I assure you, Sir, that despite my companions rather rough appearance, we mean the Lady no harm. Quite the opposite, in fact. We are here to protect her from the mobs in the street and deliver her to a safe refuge"
Diplomacy check:
1d20+7
You know something, venerable one. Let me assure you, if Trinia is innocent she has nothing to fear from us- we're not a lynch mob.
1d20+5
The others look to him and he strokes his face and nods.
"Let them up. Please understand, we don't believe these lies. She's such a friendly and generous woman could have ever harmed the king. I hope you can all clear this up, she's on the third floor." he said to Curnach as he looks at you all as he seemed trusting of you all.You all notice as you enter that this is a place filled with many artists, singers and students of the university.
The directions you have to her room you find with ease and the door appears to be closed. It looks like a sturdy old door.
She may have taken precautions. I would have done in the same situation... Curnach mutters, inspecting the door and handle carefully without touching them.
She may have taken precautions. I would have done in the same situation... Curnach mutters, inspecting the door and handle carefully without touching them.
1d20+13
Seems ok... Curnach grunts in satisfaction, but waits for one of the more charming individuals of the group to open the door.
Skender steps up to the door and gently knocks. 'Miss Sabor? I am Skender Ghaelekin and I've brought some friends with me to ask you a few questions in the hopes that we can clear up this confusion. Will you speak with us?'
Round 1
Group Initiative:
Curnach Daveck:
Jerinthian Kos:
Arianna Rothschild:
Skender Ghaelekin:
Krenn Whetstone:
You hear no reply from the room
You hear movement of someone moving about in the room and drinking something.
Order:
???
Curnach Daveck
Jerinthian Kos
Krenn Whetstone
Arianna Rothschild
Skender Ghaelekin
Frowning, Curnach says-
Someone in there, drinking something... Could be poisoning herself...
Skender cocks his ear. 'Sounds like a red, maybe a '63?'
Perception check:
Arianna calls out in a sweet voice "Mistress Sabor, we mean you no harm. If we were here to arrest you we wouldn't have called out, now would we? We would ahve just busted the door down and taken you by surprise. We are here to escort you to safety." Arianna lets a hint of desperation enter her voice "Please, mistress. It's for your own protection. If the mobs below get ahold of you there is no telling what may happen. Nothing...pleasant, I assure you.
Diplomacy check:
Krenn, would you please be so kind as to open the door? If she tries to escape or fight us then I can disable her if necessary. Delay past Krenn's turn.
Tired of waiting, Curnach attempts to open the door.
Tired of waiting, Curnach attempts to open the door.
You find the door appears to be stuck with some considerable weight against it. You'll have to push harder to open it.
Curnach struggles against the door, then looks over to Krenn for assistance.
Watching Curnach struggling with the obviously barricaded door, Arianna suggests "Why don't a couple of you he-men get together a give it a go aat the same time?"
Krenn Round 1
Krenn attempts to open the door, using his crowbar to help him with this however he still doesn't quite manage it.
As Arianna pirouettes, her well muscled dancer's leg landing a solid blow against the door, you notice a bone wnad strapped to her thigh along with a multi color tattoo of some kind of flower. The door flies open as the debirs behind the door falls away. Bowing for the others to lead the way she says "After you, my heroes"
Strength check:
How embaressing for you Krenn... Curnach says with a chuckle.Obviously you loosened it with your crowbar.
This one-room flat combines all the amenities of a bedroom, a kitchen, and a painter’s studio into one fifteen-foot-square space, leaving little room for much else. A stack of cheese and bread sits on the counter next to several full waterskins, while the easel in the opposite corner holds a half-completed painting of an imp and a pseudodragon fighting atop a church steeple. A single window looks out over the tangled rooftops of the Shingles, while just under it, a woman sleeps in a curled-up position on a low bed. All the stuff in this apartment appears the bare basics, including the bed that the woman is currently sleeping on.
You find nothing of obvious importance in the room. You manage to see well enough that the painting had clearly been worked on quite recently and the paint on the brush is still wet.
There is something strange though, you see no empty beaker or glass containing anything and there are no moisture on the woman's lips. The strangest thing is how the bed is made. There is something strange about the way it's made with someone sleeping on it. There are no obvious ripples that there should be if someone was laying on it.
Curnach's eyes narrow.
Quickly- out the window. The lady on the bed is merely an illusion to distract us.
I can hear her sneaking below the windowsill... he whispers.
Curnach's eyes narrow.
1d20+10
Quickly- out the window. The lady on the bed is merely an illusion to distrat us.
She still seems quite real just sleeping there making soft breathing sounds, but Curnach's sharp eyes and wit say otherwise.
You also hear some movement just beneith the window ledge. Someone attempting to sneak across the roofs of the shingles.
Jerin takes a move to the window and looks out. If he can see her and she is within 30' he casts Tasha's hideous laughter on her. Will save DC 19. If not he will make a second move to try and get a close to her as possible.
As he moves he speaks to the little dragon riding in his pack in
Hearing what Curnach said she begins to make a dash for it whilst drinking a strange liquid from a potion bottle and continues to run recklessly across the roof.
The Shingles Chase
The Pseudodragon nods, Majenko flies over to her and uses his stinger on her which hits her in the shoulder and
attack:
damage:
Fort save: vs DC 14
She appears to rub off the effect of poison and continues on.
vs DC 19
Trinia falls down, laughing with such intensity that she can't stand up and lays there and then falls 10 feet to the ground, but continues to laugh even then. The mob is close so there's the fear of her being noticed as shes still laughing.
x10 = 10
Curnach takes the stairs two at a time, racing downstairs- and tying the woman up with his silk rope.
Curnach takes the stairs two at a time, racing downstairs- and tying the woman up with his silk rope.
Curnach takes the stairs two at a time, racing downstairs- and tying the woman up with his silk rope.
We should probably cautiously move across the shingles until we are past the mob then take her to Cressida. If we run into any trouble then I can make her invisible for a short period of time perhaps 15-20 seconds and get her by that, you will just have to make sure you have a good grip on her
In no mood for mobs, once Curnach has the girl secured he will cast Produce Flame and wave his flaming palm menacingly at any who get too close.
After Jerin's spell end she stops laughing and begins to cry sobbing loudly.
"Please, don't hurt me I didn't kill the king it's a set up!" she claims loudly, struggling against her bonds "Just let me go or take me somewhere safe. I didn't kill the king and I don't want to die for something I didn't do. Please..." she pleads to you all as she looks up at you all, helplessly.
Skender sees the woman drop down laughing and hears her falling to the ground.
Rushing forward, he jumps out the window down to the street. Speaking softly, he channels Calistria's divine energy and shielding her body with his own, places his hand on the prone figure of Trinia Sabor.