Standing Against the Giants, Brimleydower's Giantslayer (Inactive)

Game Master Kagehiro

Giantslayer Roll20

Burning Corpse Stats:

AC 16; CMD 14
Fort +1; Ref +2; Will +2
DR: 5/bludgeoning


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Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

"Qytheerah, if I can intrude on your thoughts for a moment?" Skrioth waits a moment and not being told otherwise assumes she should continue.

"Similar things were said last night, but can you explain? Why does being of different races cause tension? Does not having many types in your village make you stronger overall?"


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

"This was indeed Rodrik's belief. And mine too. I came to Trunau in a Varisian caravan, a barefoot and rags-clad child who would probably have died of starvation were it not for the hospitality she was granted. I would give everything, my life, to defend what this town stands for; and just like me, there are plenty of people who could tell you similar stories. Alas, insularity has its drawbacks" she sighs and turns to face Skrioth.

"I don't know how much you know about Belkzen, but you probably realized on your way here how Trunau is the only sign of civilization in leagues and leagues. We're a solitary bastion surrounded by orc hordes that has endured against the tide for centuries now. This frontier mentality has breed a crawling vein of distrust towards outsiders, aimed not only at the orcs but also at the rest of the so-called "civilized world" – a world which is viewed with suspicion for leaving Trunau to its own fate, or so the blame goes." She curls her lips as her tone becomes bitter. "Though I have to admit, what Kurst said came as a shock to me as well; I'd never have guessed our own Patrol Leader was part of... of this. And yet, Ruby didn't hesitate to choose you, a complete stranger, as her ally. The innocence of children, one might say. But the fact Rodrik confirmed that choice means that he saw something in you, and in Morgder too, I think. The living proof that outsiders have a lot to give to Trunau."


Sounds like Destination #2 is officially Clamor then. Will sneak in an update when I get an opportunity.


The trip to Clamor is short, but cold. Heavy snow continues to fall upon Trunau, and a cutting wind has begun adding its weight to the assault. What has begun accumulating upon the ground is, as of yet, not too worrisome, but the sky promises more to come. By evening, the town will likely be under significant snow cover.

The ringing of hammer on anvil as you all draw closer to the smithy is a welcome sound, for it carries with it the promise of a roaring forge to grant reprieve from the freezing temperatures. Predictably, the front shop that adjoins the smithy proper sits empty and cold in the early morning hours. Sara Morninghawk is alone in the building, hammering tirelessly away to provide for the needs of an entire town. She glances up as you approach only for a moment before returning her attention to a decent length of iron, held stationary against the anvil by a large set of tongs. "Didn't think either of you were supposed to be here today. This got something to do with the Grath boy, then?" As usual, Sara remains gruff and distant, but those familiar enough with the half-orc woman are well aware that the news does not sit well with the smith at all.


HP: 20/20
Stats:
(AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 | Init +1 | Percept +2

Oooh. Look at how her arms flex while she works. Gods, Sara is sooo sexy. I wish I was like her, Grafelda thinks, blushing under her face paint yet again. Don't open your mouth Felda, you'll just embarrass yourself as usual. Let the normal people talk. The witch lurks at the back of the group, with her arms crossed over her chest. She steals glances at Sara's body whenever she thinks no one is looking, and tries to listen to whatever ends up being said.


Male Dwarf Barbarian 2 HP: 9/27 [7/25] (-2 con) | Rage: 4/9
Stats:
(AC 18, T 12, FF 16) | CMD 17 (21 vs bull rush/trip, 23 vs awesome blow) | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +1 (+3 vs poison, spells, and spell-like abilities) | Init +2 | Percept +5

Morgder sniffs the crisp air and looks up at the ugly sky. Gonna get cold and snowy. May be that I should start sleeping inside the walls now.

His attention is brought back by the sounds of metal shaping. Wonder if they can make me a hammer this size. He thinks, running a hand up the haft of his weapon. He has to admire the woman, she was probably as strong as him. "That's right. We found something suspicious at the scene." He returns her gruff and blunt attitude, enjoying somebody who talks strait.


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

Seeing Morgder looking at the sky, and the reaction it brings in his face, Skrioth asks, "what is it? What do you see? Are we in danger?"


Male Dwarf Barbarian 2 HP: 9/27 [7/25] (-2 con) | Rage: 4/9
Stats:
(AC 18, T 12, FF 16) | CMD 17 (21 vs bull rush/trip, 23 vs awesome blow) | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +1 (+3 vs poison, spells, and spell-like abilities) | Init +2 | Percept +5

"Hmm? Oh, it's just going to snow, pretty hard judging by that smell. That damp, crisp cut to the air."


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

Skrioth looks surprised and impressed, "Are all dwarves able to predict the weather simply by smelling the air?" She breathes in deeply through her nose, "I am not able to smell anything except that fire over there."


Male Dwarf Barbarian 2 HP: 9/27 [7/25] (-2 con) | Rage: 4/9
Stats:
(AC 18, T 12, FF 16) | CMD 17 (21 vs bull rush/trip, 23 vs awesome blow) | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +1 (+3 vs poison, spells, and spell-like abilities) | Init +2 | Percept +5

"It's a person thing, not a racial thing. I'd think you of all people wouldn't make those kind of assumptions."

Smooth.


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

"I am trying not to make assumptions, which is why I asked the question."

Smooth?


Male Dwarf Barbarian 2 HP: 9/27 [7/25] (-2 con) | Rage: 4/9
Stats:
(AC 18, T 12, FF 16) | CMD 17 (21 vs bull rush/trip, 23 vs awesome blow) | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +1 (+3 vs poison, spells, and spell-like abilities) | Init +2 | Percept +5

I meant me haha. Skrioth was asking a legitimate question and Morgder is like "Damn, no need to be racist."


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

poor girl is just trying to understand the world around her!


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

Qytheerah is uncertain at first about how to best break the news to Sara, but once she implies she's already heard the rumors, and Morgder confirms her suspicions, she chimes in to elaborate on their findings.

"We met with Rodrik last night, after the ceremony. He told us there was something big brewing and that he wished to discuss it with us in the morning. We were supposed to join him at the Ramblehouse for breakfast, and instead we found Kurst informing us of his brother's death". Her sentences are curt and terse, as if seeking to contain her emotions through analytical detachment. Instead, tears start forming in her eyes and soon her words are broken by sobbing.

"I'm... I'm sorry Sara. It's all so fresh, so recent. Anyway. The militia has already ruled it as suicide, due to him being found with his wrists cut open and a hopeknife in his hands. But look. Would you call this a hopeknife?" she asks the muscular half-orc while showing her the dagger Kurst gave them. "And here's what we found while searching his room" she says handing out the receipt. "He had commissioned a new hopeknife, but he still hadn't picked it up before his death. And now an unfinished hopeknife shows up in his hands as the murder weapon. Too much doesn't add up."

Slowly regaining her composure, she proceeds to share her own suspicions with her mentor. "Here it says Urnsul was in charge of crafting it. I hate to say it, but this makes her a suspect. We'd like to keep the matter as discreet as possible, though. Rodrik has been fighting hard to make Trunau a more open and tolerant place, and the last thing we'd want would be to smear his legacy by wildly throwing accusations at members of the half-orc population. Falayna's rings, I hate to even think we've come to this" she bitterly states, averting her eyes as if ashamed to say such a thing in Sara's presence.

"Did you know that Rodrik was in relationship with an half-orc woman, and that he had to move out of the Longhouse because Jagrin opposed it? Is... is that even conceivable, Sara?"


11/11 HP, Active Conditions: none
Stats:
AC 17; touch 14; flat-footed 13 | F: +4; R: +7; W: +4 | CMD 17 | Init: +4 | Perception: +2

Tharok stands beside Grafelda, his face grim, almost frowning. The cold that whipped away the scant warmth he'd gained in the Ramblehouse does little more than match his current mood. He makes no effort to stand closer to the forge, nor to speak with Sara. Instead, he simply waits for Qytheerah to ask her questions. This is her place of employ. Sara is her friend. It makes sense therefor for him to simply stand silently, and listen.


HP: 58/58 | Rage: 16/16
Stats:
Current AC: 21 (AC 17, T 10, FF 16) | CMD 23 | Fort +7, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +5 | Percept +11

As they approached Clamor, Arctorus breaks away from the rest of the group and moves around to the back of the building, hoping to prevent anyone from trying to slink away that direction.


Sara takes the hopeknife that is proffered, turning it over slowly in her hands and examining the craftsmanship (or lack thereof) as she continues to listen to Qytheerah's explanation. She remains silent for much time, seeming a wall of passivity despite bearing the brunt of what is, by Trunau's standards, a wild tale. As most do, however, even Sara Morningstar has a tell. Her jaws are clenching so hard it looks like she might grind her teeth to dust. She exhales sharply through her nose before returning the knife. Finally, she growls out through still-clenched teeth, "Well, that explains that. . ."

Seeing aggravation on Sara's face isn't an uncommon prospect, but seeing outright anger creeping into her features is unprecedented—and terrifying. It is hard not to flinch a little when the blacksmith reaches for a nearby sledge only to send it sailing across her forge and into a nearby stone wall in short order. She addresses no one in the room in particular when she manages to speak a venomous promise, "I'll break her ugly f&!!ing head in half. . ."

"Urnsul's not been back since yesterday. And that hopeknife disappeared with her. Now you say it turns up in the hands of a dead Rodrik?" Sara growls again, though thankfully doesn't reach for another object to launch across the room. "Don't take a genius to put that together. She played me. And if she's stupid enough to show up here again, I'll be more than happy to wring the truth out of her before I dash her stupid face across my anvil."

No one attempts to flee out of the back of the smithy. Assuming Arctorus would think to notice, there aren't any tracks in the snow either.


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

Skrioth grows more confused at each new fact she discovers, "but why would she kill a man she loved?"


Male Dwarf Barbarian 2 HP: 9/27 [7/25] (-2 con) | Rage: 4/9
Stats:
(AC 18, T 12, FF 16) | CMD 17 (21 vs bull rush/trip, 23 vs awesome blow) | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +1 (+3 vs poison, spells, and spell-like abilities) | Init +2 | Percept +5

Morgder takes a step back. Come on girl, no need for that. He nods in appreciation. "Try not to kill her. We'll try to track her down."


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

Qytheerah tries her best not to flinch as she witnesses Sara's reaction, though her expression betrays her fear as her eyes widen and her face grows pale.

So this is what she looks like when she's angry. All the years that I've known her, and never have I seen her like that. It's... truly frightening to behold.

Skrioth wrote:
Skrioth grows more confused at each new fact she discovers, "but why would she kill a man she loved?"

"Brinya was Rodrik's half-orc lover. Urnsul's the apprentice who crafted this poor excuse for a hopeknife" the tall Shoanti girl replies almost absentmindedly in response to Skrioth's puzzlement, still staring fixedly at the massive half-orc's outburst.

Morgder Kragmantle wrote:
Morgder takes a step back. Come on girl, no need for that. He nods in appreciation. "Try not to kill her. We'll try to track her down."

"That we will. And yeah, my desire to see the culprit's head smashed into a pulp is no lesser than yours, Sara. But I agree with Morgder, there are questions that must be answered first".

She pauses to place a hand on her mentor's shoulder, trying to calm as well as reassure her. "There's nothing you should blame yourself for. You couldn't have known, Sara. Remember, if it weren't for your willingness to give people a chance, I'd never have found a home in Trunau."

She waits some time for her words to sink in, before going back to the unpleasant part – the questioning. "I take it you're just as clueless as we are about Urnsul's current whereabouts; still, we're grasping at straws here, and every bit of information we can gather helps. This receipt says the hopeknife was meant to bear an inscription. Apparently, the one he was trying to replace had been gifted to him by his lover, Brinya. Do you know anything about her? Apparently, their relationship was quite a well-kept secret."


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

Skrioth takes a moment to collect her thoughts, "Just how many half orcs are there in this town? i've been here less than a day, and half of the people I know by day are half orcs. Are they being bred out of their own town?"


"Urnsul hasn't darkened the door here since yesterday evening, before the ceremony. Offered to close up so me and Agrit could get to it earlier. She goes missing with an unfinished hopeknife and Rodrik turns up dead." Sara shakes her head briefly before finding her center again. Her attention returns to the forge, which seems to bring some small measure of catharsis. "Don't conjure I can add much about Brinya. Know she's a basket weaver that stays at one of the flophouses here in town, but we've not had much occasion in the past to talk. If her an' Rodrik were bumping uglies, it's the first I've heard about it. Not that it surprises me—Brinya's 'bout as cute as our kind comes."

Outside, Arctorus stands vigil at the rear of Clamor, where the snow continues to drive down in growing volume. Nothing jumps out as interesting to the draconic behemoth, his only company apart from the snow an occasional murmur from early morning comers and goers on the opposite side of the building. After several more moments, Arctorus hears a loud crash from inside the smithy.

Perception (Arctorus): 1d20 + 3 - 2 ⇒ (9) + 3 - 2 = 10
Stuff and Things: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24


HP: 58/58 | Rage: 16/16
Stats:
Current AC: 21 (AC 17, T 10, FF 16) | CMD 23 | Fort +7, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +5 | Percept +11

Arctorus snaps his head towards the sound, a growl emanating from his chest as he storms through the rear door.


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

"Nonsense. Your kind has beauty to spare, Sara. Just like a strong spirit, it only needs the right connoisseur" Qyth half-jokingly replies, a clumsy attempt at easing some of the tension if nothing else.

"Look at Tharok here. Or Grafelda. She..." as her gaze falls upon Morgder and Skrioth, standing right in front of the two half-orcs, she suddenly pauses as if she has forgotten something.

"Right. Sorry. We went straight to the point without even making the proper introductions. Sara, this is Morgder, that mad dwarf who charged a hill giant all by himself – and probably saved a lot of Trunauan lives in the process. The red-haired one is Skrioth; she claims she..."

Her introduction is cut mid-sentence when a loud SLAM! is heard and the dragon-man massive frame is seen storming in through the forge's rear door.

"And this is... uhm" she stutters, eying the 400 pounds of draconic fury that have suddenly broken into the Clamor, "you know Arctorus, right?"


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

"Claim that I what?"


HP: 20/20
Stats:
(AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 | Init +1 | Percept +2

Grafelda jumps at the sound of the dragon man slamming into the door. She was deep in a reverie staring at Sara and trying to process the implications of her revelations. She turns her evil eye on the door, ready to fight whatever might come through.


HP: 58/58 | Rage: 16/16
Stats:
Current AC: 21 (AC 17, T 10, FF 16) | CMD 23 | Fort +7, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +5 | Percept +11

"I heard a fight! Where are they!? Did they escape!?"


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

Skrioth looks around quickly, "I heard nothing, and there is no fighting here."


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

"Everyone's fine, Arctorus. Unless you count the sledge, of course. Or the wall, for that matter" she says, pointing at the massive hammer Sara's thrown against the wall but a few moments earlier, now lying on the ground after the violent impact.

We've got our suspicions confirmed, but with no lead on Urnsul we've probably hit a dead end. Do you want to further investigate Clamor, or shall we move on to the next lead? And if so, which one? Brinya?

@Skrioth: I was about to tell about your vision of doom coming to Trunau, but then I thought it would have been like adding fuel to the fire in the current situation. Luckily Arctorus interrupted that particular faux pas.


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

No worries, I'm enjoying having my PC feeling like she's one well placed accusation away from being the murderess.


11/11 HP, Active Conditions: none
Stats:
AC 17; touch 14; flat-footed 13 | F: +4; R: +7; W: +4 | CMD 17 | Init: +4 | Perception: +2

Tharok pushes himself away from the doorpost where he'd been leaning as Arctorus comes rushing in, and then relaxes once more. The clouds scouring the sky above Trunau are bringing a vicious wind with them, and he folds his arms across his chest to help retain a little heat.

"Trunau's not a large town. We can ask Kurst to have his men seek out Urnsul while we go speak with Brinya."

He rubs at his jaw, considering all the options, and then nods. "Thank you, Sara." He looks to the others. "Shall we?"


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

Skrioth nods.


HP: 20/20
Stats:
(AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 | Init +1 | Percept +2

"Sounds like a wise plan," Grafelda says.


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

"It does indeed. Let's get going then" Qytheerah agrees, ready to follow Tharok's lead.

Once the others are out, she briefly lingers inside to properly say Sara her goodbyes. "Thanks for everything. I regret having been the one to break you the news... about Urnsul, I mean."

Upon reaching the main entrance, she briefly turns to address the half-orc smith one last time before heading out. "And sorry about the rear door. I'll pay for the repairs – just deduct it from my allowance!"


11/11 HP, Active Conditions: none
Stats:
AC 17; touch 14; flat-footed 13 | F: +4; R: +7; W: +4 | CMD 17 | Init: +4 | Perception: +2

Tharok leads their small group a dozen paces beyond Sara's smithy, and then stops, turning to face them. He takes a customary sniff of the air, squinting at the weather to gauge where it's headed.

Survival check to gauge weather: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Then looks to the others.

"Could be this is just a jealous lover's vengeance. Urnsul could have snapped over having to personally inscribe that message on the hopeknife. I don't think so."

Tharok gives an uneasy shrug. "It's too much of a coincidence to happen right as Rodrik was beginning to make his political views known." Tharok rubs his thumb over a scar that notches his jawline in thought.

"Let's do the following. Maybe you five can touch base with Kurst, update him, and then have him begin a search for Urnsul and ask the gate guards if she left town. I want to check in with my mother. She has her finger on the political pulse in Trunau better than anyone else. I want to ask her if there are any hidden factions that could be violently opposed to Rodrik's views. And... just get her take on what's going on."

He hesitates and then nods. "we can all meet at Brinya's after we're done. Does that sound like a good plan?"


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

"Stop! I am getting more and more confused." Skrioth takes a deep breath.

"Not 10 minutes ago, Qytheerah insisted that Rodrik was cavorting with Brinya, and not Urnsul. But now you are saying that he had a dalliance with both of them, and that the one killed him, and not the other?" She shakes her head, and her hair flies in the wind.

"Your mating rituals are more bizarre than those of an anglerfish! Is it the intent to try to impregnate them both, and the first to achieve success kills the father. I believe there are some land spiders that exhibit this same behavior, correct?"

"So do we simply find them, determine which of them is with child, and that one is naturally the murderess?"

She looks at the group expectantly.


HP: 58/58 | Rage: 16/16
Stats:
Current AC: 21 (AC 17, T 10, FF 16) | CMD 23 | Fort +7, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +5 | Percept +11

Despite his rage of the morning, Arctorus cannot help but notice the scent of the beautiful woman's hair as it flips about near him. It soothes him for only a moment, before he adds his own voice and concerns to the discussion.

"If you are certain about Urnsul's guilt in this, why do we bother with interrogating Brinya? We should focus all our efforts into finding this killer and delivering vengeance for Rodrik's death."

The draconian looks at his hand, the cut still fresh and only slightly healed, before adding, "I do not take blood pacts lightly, and I am certain Rodrik didn't either. I had never seen him make one before. I will not sit idly by as we take a leisurely stroll around town talking to those who are grieving. What more could Brinya have to add to this? Did she socialize with Urnsul? Does she know where Urnsul lives? I don't. I never had business with Clamor. If she has little to offer us, why do we waste our time with it?"


11/11 HP, Active Conditions: none
Stats:
AC 17; touch 14; flat-footed 13 | F: +4; R: +7; W: +4 | CMD 17 | Init: +4 | Perception: +2

"Valid questions. We don't know Urnsul was the killer. We have no proof beyond a hope knife. We'll ask Kurst to hunt her down for us since he has superior numbers. Meanwhile we'll keep gathering information. We're just getting started after all. As soon as Urnsul is discovered we'll make talking to her a priority."

Tharok looks to Skrioth. "I don't think Rodrik and Urnsul had a relationship. If anything, she may have been jealous of Brinya. Or she could have been working for a political faction. Or not be involved at all."


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

Sorry Arctorus, 7 WIS does not for much self-control make... Don't worry, that's just going to be a temporary outburst – OOC I quite concur with your point (alas, the way those things work I'm under the impression the AP wants us to pursue at least a couple of leads before unlocking the next stage; basically, you can't skip to point E without first passing through at least three out of point A, B, C and D; for XP reasons if nothing else).

"Leisurely stroll? You think I'm enjoying this? That anyone's here enjoying this?" Qytheerah suddenly snaps, all the rage and pain she has been keeping tapped finally pouring out in a single outburst.

"We all lost something today. A blood-brother. A friend. A symbol. A... childhood crush, as selfish and juvenile as it sounds to put it in that list. So, don't lecture us about going around minding the-Inheritor-knows what business while Trunau grieves!" For a moment, she seems to have forgotten the difference in stature and frame between the two of them, as she takes a few steps towards the massive dragon-man, pressing her chest against his while looking him straight in the eyes – in what would be an intense moment if not for the fact that he's dwarfing her by a full 5 inches.

Seemingly realizing the futility of her act, she suddenly backs down, all the fight seemingly evaporating from her. "I'm... sorry, Arctorus." Falayna, how many times I've said that today? "You didn't deserve that. And I see your point. But Tharok's right. Even as the plot thickens upon one suspect, we're still grasping at straws here. This might still be bigger than Urnsul. Rodrik had something brewing, he wouldn't have summoned us to the Ramblehouse otherwise. And we still have no real motive for his murder, other than wild conjectures."

"Let's see if the guards have seen Urnsul leaving the town. And if they didn't... perhaps we need to change our approach. Let's see if we can shed some light on Rodrik's last days, understand what he was up to, get to know which toes he stepped on. And if there's someone who was privy to his plans when even Kurst knows next to nothing, that'd be Brinya, presumably."


HP: 58/58 | Rage: 16/16
Stats:
Current AC: 21 (AC 17, T 10, FF 16) | CMD 23 | Fort +7, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +5 | Percept +11

Arctorus' 9 ain't got you beat by much! Don't worry, RP is RP, and I love a bit of interplay.

As the girl throws her tantrum, Arctorus matches her advance step for step, unwilling to back down from someone trying to yell at him for doing what is right. As the two stood face-to-face, with Arctorus glaring down on her, it is clear that is is more than willing to scrap should Qytheerah push the issue to that point. His clawed hands clench tightly into fists.

As the girl calms down, Arctorus' gaze continues to burn holes through her for several more moments before he allows himself to relax.

I am tired of people treating me like a fool. They all know I'm right. Tharok wouldn't request the guard to hunt this woman down unless they had proof she was involved. We should be joining that hunt!

"Tharok said he wanted the guard to hunt her down. If you weren't certain she was responsible, why waste the man power?"

He sighs as he slumps his shoulders in resignation before standing again in silence and frustration.


11/11 HP, Active Conditions: none
Stats:
AC 17; touch 14; flat-footed 13 | F: +4; R: +7; W: +4 | CMD 17 | Init: +4 | Perception: +2

Tharok doesn't react beyond a subtle widening of his stance as the two face off. His jaw clenches, his nostrils widen, and as Arctorus rises to the challenge he narrows his eyes.

His relief, when Qytheerah backs down, is obvious.

"Listen," he says as Arctorus seems to lose spirit. "We don't know anything for sure yet. Urnsul is just a suspect. We don't even know where she is. So we're just being smart. Using a large number of people to find her quickly while we continue following up good leads."

It's clear he wants Arctorus to not only understand, but to agree.

"She might be responsible. She might know something. She might have just fled knowing she'd be a suspect, even though she was innocent. We don't know. So while the guard searches for her, we'll talk to Brinya, and continue getting all the evidence and information we can. Agreed?"


HP: 58/58 | Rage: 16/16
Stats:
Current AC: 21 (AC 17, T 10, FF 16) | CMD 23 | Fort +7, Ref +3, Will +4 | Init +5 | Percept +11

Arctorus nods silently in response, making eye contact with no one.


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

Qytheerah was about to answer Arctorus' question when Tharok interjected. As it is, she just manages to direct a tired smile towards her friend, nodding in agreement with his words.

IF Kurst is in such a position as to spare some of his men on a half-orc hunt. IF Jagrin isn't adamant on calling it a suicide, and the less we dig into his son's history, the better, she bitterly reflects.

Instead of voicing her considerations out loud, she opts to address Arctorus directly, placing a hand on his scaly arm.

"At the very least, Urnsul has some tough questions to answer" she says in a gentle, subdued tone, very different from the one she used earlier.

"But without a strong lead, abandoning everything just to track her down is simply not a good investment of our time. Not every problem can be brute-forced through. The hopeknife is one piece of the puzzle. Let's try and find the others, and we might end up locating Urnsul far swiftlier than by embarking on a blind hunt."


HP: 20/20
Stats:
(AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 | Init +1 | Percept +2

Grafelda sulks in the rear of the group, watching as the most passionate members face off. They are just like the warriors of Bokrug's tribe...Jostling amongst themselves for position. Who will become the alpha of our little tribe? Will this investigation unite us or break us? The witch absentmindedly fingers her disgusting curse poppet as she thinks. She uses her tusks to bite her upper lip in an expression of deep inner consideration.


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

Skrioth drops back and approaches Grafelda, "perhaps the currents of yesterday pushed apart a bit? I have no desire for there to be eddies between us. I apologize for my confrontational words last night."


HP: 20/20
Stats:
(AC 15, T 11, FF 14) | CMD 14 | Fort +4, Ref +1, Will +3 | Init +1 | Percept +2

"I don't have a problem with you, you just were being so defensive. I am a suspicious person, and for that I will apologize. Your story of divine intervention bringing you to Trunau isn't that different from my own. If you had told me up front, I would have never gotten so suspicious to begin with. Anyway, I hope we can become friends. Despite being a weirdo, you're really interesting," Grafelda replies. Now she wants to talk, huh? Oh well Felda, you aren't the easiest to get along with. Just let her be her and things will probably work out.


Male Dwarf Barbarian 2 HP: 9/27 [7/25] (-2 con) | Rage: 4/9
Stats:
(AC 18, T 12, FF 16) | CMD 17 (21 vs bull rush/trip, 23 vs awesome blow) | Fort +6, Ref +4, Will +1 (+3 vs poison, spells, and spell-like abilities) | Init +2 | Percept +5

Morgder had been silent for the proceedings, listening while keeping to his own thoughts. But the bickering finally pushed him over the edge. "Stop yapping at each other. We have a job to do and we're going to do it like civilized people, not rabid dogs."


11/11 HP, Active Conditions: none
Stats:
AC 17; touch 14; flat-footed 13 | F: +4; R: +7; W: +4 | CMD 17 | Init: +4 | Perception: +2

Tharok raises an eyebrow at Morgder's words, but shakes his head and claps Qytheerah on the shoulder as he begins to stride off.

"I'm going to look for my mother. I'll meet you all at Brinya's."

So saying, he heads off, striding quickly, face grim.


Female Aasimar (Angel-Blooded) Oracle 2 (Battle) | HP 20/20 {effects: 1 pt. of DEX dmg} | AC 15 (Tch 11 FF 14) | CMD 15 | F +1, R +1, W +1 | Init +2 | Perc +3, darkvision

Qytheerah nods silently yet decisively as she watches Tharok setting forth towards the Ivory Hall at a rapid stride.

"Let's get going then, every instant we lose is one more instant the murderer gets to spend free."

Or alive, as far as I'm concerned.

"First stop is the main gate. Let's see if they've spotted Urnsul leaving town. If not, we rendez-vous with Kurst at the Longhouse and ask him if to mount a hunt for her within Trunau" she resolutely says. "Everyone's on board?" she asks, looking each and every one of her companions in the eyes, though lingering on Actorus in particular.

Finally, she addresses the two outsiders, her head slightly bowed, her tone apologetic. "Morgder, Skrioth; I'm sorry for the unseemly sight you had to witness earlier. Today hasn't been our best day, but Trunau's better that that. I'll strive to be as well."


Female Merfolk Oracle of Flame / 2 (AC: 19 [T: 13 FF: 16] | HP: 4/17 (0NL) | F+2, R+3, W+1) | Init: +3 |Perc: +3, Darkvision 30’)

"No apologies are necessary to me. I'm a bit turned about though, which way is towards the main gate? If you lead on, I shall follow."

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