An Ironclaw: Squaring the Circle game set in the environs of Triskellian, with potential to expand further. Focused on the intrigue and violence surrounding the conflicts between the rising Guilds, with a lighthearted base tone.
"The grey hair may be a link, perhaps for communication? But the cypher, that may be the key..." Natalia speculates.
"Yes, there is the matter of their actions, Madonna Rosza. And I witnessed black magic when she attempted to use it on me and the others! This is a case of her using her foul magics against another noble, something that should not be lightly overlooked!"
Gwenn nods, "Of course, Captain, Lady Juette. That simply means it is both local, and far reaching. Powerful individuals are being targeted for nefarious magical schemes."
The Rat then nods to Quinn, "My lady, I think there are different magics here than those you know. I've heard horrible tales of the Spellbinding Sorcerers, told by the Abbot, while I was in training. They do such naughty things to your mind… And Delroy saw Lord Nicusor use those dangerous arts. I just saw him disappear…"
Gwenn trails off, as Natalia whispers into her ear, her eyes almost bug in shock before the rat recovers her senses to answer. As she whispers, Gwenn turns her gaze from person to person, glaring a dare to one and all to eves-drop.
There's no hiding the fact that Gwenn places her hands on Natalia's shoulder near the end of a bit of a monologue.
♪♫ You shook me ♫♪ (Private to Natalia):
Seriously, Natalia only! ☺ "Heavens! No, My Lady. He has enough to worry about already. He got so…" You can hear a subtle change in her tone, a little less frantic than she's been since arrival. Less defensive, too. "… so upset when I said I'm going to come along and help him. Light, My Lady, he got so protective. I can't… Light, I don't know what to do…" Needing a bit of support, even if only figuratively, Gwenn lights both hands upon your nearer shoulder, "Please, Don't tell him."
♫♪ Warehouse Blues ♪♫:
Farther away from the point Delroy had disappeared up the chain, there's a light thud that may likely be a robe shrouded academic abruptly ending an unplanned plummet.
Point of fact, Delroy saw the old tiger do the disappearing act, I was fairly clear about that. Well, I think I was anyway. Nicusor hasn't evinced any spells except fire elementalism.
The Captain seems a bit confuzzled and falls back on his training and a bit of harrumphery. "Well. I think it just so happens that we've the tongue-waggers to answer our riddles right through this door. And a hall after that. And a another door or - let's go see them, shall we?" He paces smartly over to a heavy wooden door reinforced with steel banding, a complicated lock courtesy of the Bisclavret adorning it in style. The Captain waits for his betters to decide their course.
Rough and Tumblers:
Delroy appears to have reached a high point in the large crate stacks near the back of the room. The simple way for our intrepid warrior to reach him would be to climb the crates laboriously and reach the top. The less simple way, and probably more risky, but quicker would be to follow up the chain he used to reach the second story, and follow back down the other one. Or jump back down.
Speaking of such, Delroy realizes that haste has perhaps made waste a wee bit too late, and while you manage to avoid anything really nasty, those bruises aren't going away any time soon. Still, you're where you intended to be, and...is that a ladder on the back side of this mountain of containers? You could have sworn they were all pushed up against the wall...
The ermine hemns quietly at Gwenn's assertion. "I know nowt of any plants...If you mean Kaeva, she behaved rather oddly after the Zvonimir attacked her. Indeed, she seemed to have forgotten much of what had happened, including why she was there to begin with. I'd noticed her wandering away from Ilier rather casually before...But after the attack, she insisted that she could not leave his side for any reason, save that he asked it." Rosza Juette shrugs. "She had been scared senseless, la?"
Rosza looks at at the Captain and gestures at Natalia with a sort of Well, there you have it, flourish as the Natalia agrees that yes, she did indeed see the bat do terrible and forbidden things.
At Jackrum's apparent invitation, her whiskers twitch back unenthusiastically. "What, the Zvonimir? Do you think we should wait for the Witch-Finder, Captain? I've no idea what questions even to ask a dabbler in black magic."
Quinn examines the boxes dimensions just in case there is another secret compartment .
"I have to agree with the Modanna. We should wait for Delroy. It is his job and training to hunt down illegal magics." Quinn turns to Natalia, "Do you think we could use some form of magic to identify who this hair comes from? You said it might be a...synochodel link though weak, could it be used to identify?"