Your a few hundred yards away from the camp. The man looks at you and grumbles. "Naw I'm fine right here. Besides with the fire I think it would be best I stay away from that excuse of a leader for a while...I know she's going to try to pin this on me."
Sanket(male Vudrani Human Monk, master of many styles lvl 1)
DM:
I am Sanket.
He offer the man a sip of his waterskin.
Sanket will wait for the man to answer with his own name. If he dont, or after he do it he will ask one more question.
Did you saw what happened? How did the fire started?
By th way, what is not human about this guys footprints? Do he have goat feet like a tiefling?
Beatrix narrows her eyes, seeming to think to herself for a brief moment before arriving at a conclusion. "He had been dulled not by spirits nor poison ... nor was he overcome by force ... nay, the fire claimed him." The priestess then rises again, giving Nasir a rather serious glance before turning again to seek out someone with whom to speak about the incident ... and a shovel.
You notice that he is a badly mangled leg and that he drags that leg behind him. He also holds a very crude walking stick in his hand.
"Name's Dashki." he says before waving off your water skin.
"I didn't see what exactly happened as I was finishing up dinner by the campfire when the wagon went up in flames. I have two guesses about what happened though. Either that idiot fortune teller ran out of bad luck and one of the hundreds of candles he burns in his wagon started the fire. Or maybe since we're in gnoll country it could have been pugwampis." You can make me a sense motive check if you wish.
Beatrix one of the guards will hand you a shovel if you ask. He will also let you know that his men were busy having dinner at the time of the fire and had nothing to do with starting it. Some of them did rush to try to put it out though as you witnessed when you were doing the same.
You can make a sense motive check if you wish.
Sanket(male Vudrani Human Monk, master of many styles lvl 1)
DM:
sense motive:
1d20 - 1 ⇒ (13) - 1 = 12
Did the footsteps that i followed stated at the burning wagon or on some other place?
As far as you know he is telling the truth. His footprints are hard to make out further in camp but they become the only footprints by the wagon and leading to this tree.
Sanket(male Vudrani Human Monk, master of many styles lvl 1)
DM:
And what is wrong with your caravan leader? She seemed competent enogh...
"Oh she's more than competent she's just stubborn thats all. She doesn't know a good thing when it comes her way."
Sanket(male Vudrani Human Monk, master of many styles lvl 1)
dm:
Should i confront him now why his footsteps were so close to the burning wagon?...Better wait for the others. He is lame and this is a desert, he is not going nowhere, dont give him any reason to flee.
Yea, women can be troublesome. I am going back to the camp, see you later on.
Sanket returns to the remains of the burning wagon.
As you return you see that the remains of the man are starting to be burried by the cleric. You can give her a hand if you want but you'll have to find your own shovel. Or you can start interviewing people.
Sanket(male Vudrani Human Monk, master of many styles lvl 1)
Back into camp Sanket extinguish his torch and politely ask one of the guards for another shovel. He then proceeds to help the cleric using the proximity to her to start a conversation.
Hello sister, please let me help you.
If a shovel or another digging tool can t be found i will just go to the cleric and offer to do the digging myself, my main goal here is engage Beatrix in a conversation.
Sanket(male Vudrani Human Monk, master of many styles lvl 1)
Sanket returns the elf his torch.
Thank for your kindness, my name is Sanket. The monk says bowing to the wizard.
Keeping his voice low the vudrani talks to the elf and the aasimar while helping her cover the body.
I followed a trail of footsteps from near the burning wagon into the desert and found a man resting against a tree near by. He was lame and dressed like a beggar. He told me his name was Dashki and that he was going to wait a bit for before returning to camp because there was bad blood between him and this caravan leader. He was afraid she would frame him for the fire.
He said he didnt know what happened and that he was having dinner when the fire started. But the wagon belonged to a fortune teller and apparently he used to burn a lot of candles inside it. He also suggested the possibility of a pugwampis attack.
The only problem with his story was the proximity of his tracks to the burning wagon. I thought we should talk to some other people and verify his tale before coming back to him and...maybe use some magic?
Sanket(male Vudrani Human Monk, master of many styles lvl 1)
Turning to the cleric Sanket says:
I think this people would open their hearts more easily to one of the faithfull, maybe you or your consort could talk to then sister. I can tag along if you wish to keep them civil.
"Hail, Sanket. I do know some magic, however I am afraid I have not yet learned to read thoughts. Neither am I the type who is good at charming others. I could try to learn a spell, but I am not sure if there is a wizard near us with it written down and the next town may be miles from us."
The elf grabs the Ioun Torch and places it back in his bag.
Beatrix graciously passes the shovel to Sanket as he wishes, and turns toward the leaf-bare tree in the distance and the disheveled man beneath it. "That man yonder? Hm ... were it he who did cause the disaster, he hath scarce reason to remain nearby. Wouldst thou I speak to them?" She nods in the general direction of the other people among the wagons.
Sanket(male Vudrani Human Monk, master of many styles lvl 1)
We shall do it the old school way then Sanket says to the wizard.
Lets speak to these people. Sister if you would please... The monk says while finishing covering the body.
I look around, what is the appearence of this npcs that we are going to interview? Alma, garavel zastoran...
I'll get character descriptions up later...little short on time now. The guards and camel drivers are out around camp. Zastoran is tending to issues in his tent(he's a cleric) and garavel and alma are in her tent.
The fair-haired woman scans the crowd, seeking someone who might be most open to talking about the incident, then decides to begin with one of the nearer caravan guards, whom she approaches calmly but purposefully. "Well met," she says, giving a simple curtsy, "Pray, could ye tell what you witnessed, ere we arrived?"
The caravan guard blinks at Beatrix a few times and then shakes his head.
"If you're trying to ask about the fire...me and my men were standing guard at Miss Almah's tent when the fire started."
One of the other men chimes in.
"Yeah and I caught a glimpse of that pervert, Dashki, trying to hide behind a tree. It was very clear that he was trying to get a look into Almah's tent. He's obsessed with her so I aproached him to give him some encouragement to leave her alone but he slinked off before I could get there."
Nasir ibn Al'Said(Male Human (Keleshite) Paladin (Sacred Servant) / 1)
Nasir will approach Father Zastoran tent, knock on the tent pole, and wait patiently for a response. Once he receives a reply he will enter and bow to the older man. "Forgive the intrusion, Father. But Mistress Almah has asked us to investigate the fire and the tragic death of her soothsayer. Is there anything you can tell me about it? Anything you may have seen or heard?"
An old man turns and faces you. "I was reading a book by the fire-pit, but the caravan guards were being to loud and rambunctious for my liking so I was going to return to my tent when the fire started. The caravan guards were all to drunk to have started the fire and as I said I was reading a book. I did notice that odd man...Dashki I think his name was...hiding behind a tree. No one with healthy desires skulks around a pretty woman the way he does. I didn't see him by the tent when the fire broke out though."
