Illidan regains his normal composure if you want to call it normal. " we are dealing with sorcery, usually there are agents needed for a ritual to take place or some kind of cleansing, possible dietary requirement for one to be a sacrifice or experimental subject. If there is some sort of forensic team that can examine what kind of preparation needed we can either pin point location this would need to be carried out. Or where items were purchased. We could have the arbiters here look into here if no further matters require our attention here."
Going to say Auraxis informed you of everything he found out from the local
Everyone info from Auraxis:
After talking to some of the local hab residents you gather the following information.
Bal Grey was a junior boss or sometimes called Rag-Baron of the Undertow. However most peopled liked him more than others, he was no rabid beast or crazy killer. He was an ex-PDF (Planetary Defense Force) Sergeant and ran his own crew and primarily was doing muscle for hire and making sure trouble stayed out of his area.
One person saw four figures in cloaks and hoods were seen in the street going up the stairs shortly before the sounds of violence and gunshots started. Afterward, the four men came out again, as calm as you please, and one staggered off round the side of the building—but the others paid him no mind and disappeared into the rain just afterward.
An old man that lived under Bal Grey's hab talks your ear off.
"Was another of them you know? A Rag-King and a bad one; a buyer and seller of meat if you catch my drift. There was bad blood between them there, but they did some deal and Bal got paid off with something flat all wrapped up in red cloth. Used to be some real tension between the two of them; a few of Bal’s lads cut up one of Priator’s, and Priator’s skinners gave one of his Bal’s best girls to the Saint—but all that was sorted out, best of friends now, everyone was talking about it."
"I think we learned all we are going to learn here. We still have several other locations to hit.
- Callisto: (Rag King; believed to be an assassination)
- Mam´sel Zamura Rolart: (beautiful noble lady; torn apart at dressing table; room ransacked)
- Legate Sen-Ar Dole: (Off-world trader & money lender; entire household slaughtered)
- Viscount Hiram Sur´Seculo: (Grandee of noble merchant house; household slaughtered)
Illidan voices to auraxis "on to the next locatIon"
Auraxis: "I think Huntarr and Illidan should go back to the Sinks and look for more clues from the local dredge there since he was the most recent victim. Try to find out what you can about this Priator as he recently did a deal with him to close up some bad blood. Nihil and I will deal with the Nobles to get whatever clues we can on those murders. Sound like a plan gentlemen?"
on his way out Illidan grabs an arbite that seems to do mindless task "Mind if I take this guy here along for the ride will need someone who knows the locatIon to these scum hIdeout.." without waiting for a reply Illidan grabs the lackey and ushers him out the door
"I doubt the crime scenes will tell us very much, but the Rag King's death scene is fine. Is there any pattern to how often these murders occur? May give us an idea of how long we have to get ahead of this conspiracy."
Illidan brings up a 3d Map Image of the one he scanned. "Mark on the map our targets hq, Huntarr and I will do some recon, we need you to watch out for who is watching us. Keep a close beat but do not let anyone detect you. If you see an ambush radio in to our micro frequency. 99.7.."
Illidan devises a strategy with huntarr "You are better adapt with the common element here. I will let you take lead. I will provide support either in arms or persuasion. Once we have our coordinates we will extract any intel from whatever, whereever and whom ever. the "Easy way" if necessary."
The Arbite talks to you a bit as you head down to the Sinks.
"It all started with the death of Callisto. He was a rag-king, a lord of crime. One day, he was found dead. First, no-one paid much attention to this. But then nobles started to die and now word is on the street that the nobles ordered the death of Callisto and the undertow was taking revenge."
"what kind of crime does this particular boss partaking? Drugs, Cardinal pleasures, smuggling? If It Is any heresey Im takIng the whole operatIon down. I wIll not stand for that Bleep Do you know who is head of his gang now? "
The arbite kind of chuckles at Illidan comments a bit.
"If it was that easy to take down crime would have been done a long time ago. Sometimes the crime is necessary to clean up itself but as to your question I believe the Marshal informed you of the 3 bosses already and I have no clue why the nobles would have bothered if it was them."
"Its not hard to take down crime. Just aim and shoot your target. Done deal. I do it all the time, but I do understand the concept of necessary evil, but Heresy is evil incarnate which nothing will be gained from. Its an abomination.
Illidan starts walking to locations of the rag tag kings final hour
Searching 1d100 ⇒ 4 vs 20 the scene when he gets there for clues about the murder, items around and further Intel
"No harm in trying. Let's go look in on the gentleman that Bal Grey had the issue with. The witness said he was there, so maybe he'll share what he knows with the right motivation. I think Auraxis called him the Priator? Something the old man told him makes me think that we need to know what he gave Bal Grey"
"I respect your verve, Master Illidan, but if the Arbites don't know where he is, how do you know where his base of operations are? Arbitor, take us to the watering hole with the worst reputation. Then stay out of sight while Master Illidan and I make some waves. Make sure that no Arbitors respond to any cries for help until we give the word. Feel free to let any Enforcers through, however."
The Arbite drops you both off as some hole in the wall type of establishment and leaves. Inside you see a lot of dirty hab residents getting drunk and having fun with girls. They don't pay you much mind as you come in.
(The Psyker Thinks for a moment ... everyone dies)
Illidan Huntarr E.Emp:
Illidan activates his spycam Pict Recorder prior to entering the establishment, and walks in pushing past Huntarr and makes a direct route to the bar. Dont want to give the impression that we are together.Illdan takes a position where he can keep an eye on Huntarr in case the more delicate approach to gaining intel breaks down
Awareness 1d100 ⇒ 23 vs 40