Illidan fiddles with his data slate transferring his spycam pict recorder to the data slate and sends it to local arbite for processing. requesting photo diagnostic: who are these men. Criminal report, any Background information. Frequent location spotted down to their favorite food or color. Need this informational Asap.
Illidan puts the slate away. "sorry I have been working day and night with building reconstruction. If I don't finish this work by the end of the night my boss is going to have my hide, but I will need to finish my drink first. This job is a pain in the @$$ if you know what I mean. Illidan flashes a smile as some ladies stroll by. Places a few thrones on the table for the drink. IllIdan leans over the bar and ask the barkeep " you know where I can find company as fine as those " Illidan points to the ladies that passed by "but more easier to get friendly with? Illidan points to the thrones on the table for his drink grinning from ear to ear
The lady seems a bit hesitant to talk but then breaks down.
"It was horrible! We heard screams and by time we got there she was in pieces!' She begins to cry a bit and calms herself down.
"I don't understand why anyone would want to do this... There was blood everywhere..."
Auraix makes an inquiry test trying to get more info from the servant.
Inquiry 1d100 ⇒ 60
After a few moments she calms down and opens up to you a bit more.
"Poor Mam´sel Zamura… well, I doubt that she merely was victim to a robbery. After all that happened, it would be too much of a coincidence. But she might not have been singled out as a target by the murders if she had not swaggered about her possessions so much. She used t claim that she owned, and I quote her in this, “a thing that Haarlock himself was proud to look on”. Perhaps that’s why her room was ransacked after the bloody deed."
"I'd like to talk to Priator. You gentlemen seem like the folks to ask. I'm betting you can direct me to him or pass along a message. You seem connected."
Huntarr stands in a way that covers the whole table if he should draw. He watches the idiot with his hand on his gun without staring at him. He wasn't interested in challenging the local scum to a duel.
Illidan continues to talk about the reconstruction, a building project that doesn't exist. Something so boring and drab no one cares to listen and keeps a watchful eye on huntarr making sure he is not in any conflicts.
Huntarr nods and backs away from the table, his eyes on the guy holding the gun. Once he is sure he won't be shot in the back, he signals Illidan before leaving the bar. Once outside, he arranges to rendezvous with their ride and gives the Arbite directions to their next stop.
"Bal Grey was a squared-away, military type. Everything in it's place. The red cloth got me thinking that he was really killed for whatever Priator gave him, especially since it was missing. Honestly, I expect to find Priator in parts just like all the other victims. That item. That's gonna be the key to solving this whole warp-spawned mess."
When you tell the Arbite about the location he has never heard of it or doesn't know where it is but follows the directions you were given. This is obviously some deep undercover location that the local arbites have no idea about.
You make it to the area that was provided without incident. The shuttered plant is a sprawling, wreckage-strewn mess, rusted and reeking of rotted fish and industrial effluent. Security is light, consisting of a few chained wire-mesh fences and crudely barricaded doors.
Huntarr directs the Arbite to park in an alley out of sight. He gets out of the car and moves to the mouth of the alley, quietly, using all of the equipment at his disposal to observe the area, looking for people and other possible security measures. He also uses his Auger to see if there is power in the building, and where it's going.
Illidan snaps a photo of the plant, stamp it with the geo coordinates and transfer the knowledge learned thus far and send to Auraxis, huntarr and Nihil
"Huntarr believes that we are tracking an item through all these killings someone believes this to be of great value. We are in pursuit of those who may know of its whereabouts or seen it last. Once we get a better understanding of what we are chasing I will fill you in. Over."
"please feel free If I left any crucIal detaIls out"
You make your way past the fenced area and into the plant. Inside the main building is a maze of broken machinery and trash, gantry-ways and hoists, lit only by the weak light and rain coming in from the roof. At the centre of the building looks to have been a dwelling place and work quarters. This area, based around a now-cold drum fire, is strewn with old mattresses, drug paraphernalia, worthless trinkets, mismatched and damaged furniture, spoiled food, empty bottles, vandalised statues, and other random junk. Three twisted corpses lie around the fire drum, all having died some days ago by their level of putrefaction. Around them are broken blades and spent shell casings—but no guns. One corpse, despite its condition, was clearly singled out for worse treatment than the others, each limb having been snapped at distorted angles. Looped silver chains around this corpse’s neck are heavy with fingerbones, runic talismans, and other signs of petty warpcraft.
Illidan records his way through the plant covering as much footage as he can with his pict recorder. Illidan then downloads the footage to data slate and sends it to auraxis nihil and huntarr
"Nihil please examine these bodies it you can figure out anything from there tortured methods, bindings, runes and talisman we may know more about what we are dealing with. Illidan speaks to huntarr through the micro bead. " Huntarr this place ranks of heavy $#&*, bodies everywhere no signs of the enemy. It's a little to quiet in here watch your step"
Illidan will preform a Psyscience test to see if the warp has been disturbed in this area or weakened by any petty rituals 1d100 ⇒ 33 vs 40