GamerAim |
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
She reached into her pouch and took out a ring. It was simple and made of silver. She slipped it onto her finger and walked over to Mr Steelcutter behind the desk. She held out her hand, so he could see the sigil on it. It was the sigil of the holy Churches Inquisition.
She looked him in the eye.
"I have my holy seal Inquisition papers as well if you wish to see them Mr Steelcutter. As for the dire consequences Mr Tipper talk of, lets start with the possibility that the Papal Bank suddenly and unexpectedly started taking great interest in you creditors and investors. I wounder if this may trigger the local tax inspectors to look into your business activity's as well. This would be a most trying time for such things to happen now would it not?. Then again I suspect of you where to hear Mr Tipper out and lets say... undertake his recommendations. Then such possibilities my not be possibilities at all. Why I suspect all this trouble could be cleared up in no time and you could get back to you profitable business with nothing more said."
She waited a moment letting him take that in, Then in an instant the menacing was gone. She smiled takiing her hand away, and bowing to him once. She the went back to the back of the room, taking a seat she sat and crossed her legs.
Let Mr Tibbs the carrot, me the stick, and lets see if he knows what best for him.
She seem to be off thinking on other things, not paying to much heed to the two men at all. Just a woman waiting for men to conclude their business.
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
::"If not then Ill have to try a more direct root, lets hope Mr Tipper can work his magic shall we"::
Then to Mr Tipper.
::"I will leave the Diplomacy part to you from here on out, I hope knows whats bet for him"::
Leon Hatcher |
Finally, Leon clears his throat and steps forward. "Mister Steelcutter, what I think is being driven at is that we all know there's trouble, and nobody wants anybody to get hurt. Money tends to make folk go a little stir-crazy, as I'm sure you know, and offering rewards to whoever wants to get involved is bound to get some folks in over their heads. And I'm sure you don't want that any more than we do. My bosses are willing to take things into their hands and help clear this problem up, but we need your sign-off on that, so to speak. Your cooperation in putting this to rest."
His frontier accent is dulled, now, but a twinge of it remains.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
She picked up the change in Loans mind state as she talked. The surface feelings of frustration and dissaprovel. As she went and sat he talked she kept sat. cross legged a slight smile on her face.
When he had done with his plee for help she sent to him a simple message.
::"Just the right amount of carrot Leon, Well done, your learning"::
had she known that he would act, the tack he would take with cutter. No.. how could she possible have known.
.
Felix Tipper |
GamerAim |
Leon Hatcher |
He puts away his frown quickly, and nods to Steelcutter. "Suffice to say we'll handle things, and you won't have to worry about it any longer. The only things we need you to do now are keep a helpful attitude and try not to let this information get around too much. People tend to get antsy when they find out the Law's come to town, you understand." He pats one of the guns on his hip and smiles. "We may need more assistance from you, only information of course, and nothing too pressing. Anything you have to say about what's happened so far, what you know, would be very helpful--seeing as you're the boss and all, I figure you know more than just about anybody."
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
She felt Leon closing his mind to her and the words he thought at her. The slight smile never left her face as he did so.
Yep you can close your mind to Telepathy, no DC a PC just dose it.
She was used to being called 'A witch' being an elf and one with such gifts as hers, well that just part of ones life. The superstitious and country forks did it the most. She put it down to the backward ways lead to small closed minds. In the time she had known Leon she had found him... a little like that. Out there in the wild and badlands. The world rendered down to country idioms and saying. His eating manners also left a lot to be desired. Even for a human he downed his food like a wild man. Lashing off flesh to rip with teeth. She never eat meat and fact she never eat, long ago replacing that need with a crafted blessing. She look at the fine white tattoo around one finger. But she liked a drink of fine wine now and then, Elves liked sutler flavors than humans so finding a good one was hard. But a nice green tea... Her mind was wondering, she was board she relied, she told herself off for being lax. In an instant she had re-focused and looked around the room. Taking in everything she could see.
Now what do we have here
Concentration takes 15 detect magic/psionics no display
She though looking for interesting things.
perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26
GamerAim |
Perception (Thomas): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28Perception (Harkell): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
You notice the strange dents mentioned in the newspaper, which are circular except for a wedge shape in each. Remarkably, you conclude that they're actually huge round two-toed footprints.
A yellow cloth tape used by the police crisscrosses the front door to the office, which hangs partway off its hinges so it doesn't close all the way on account of the above-described dents. Some boards have been placed across the door from inside the office to keep it shut.
There is also a locked side door on the left end of the building. Just outside the door is a spill of sand and extinguished cigarettes marked by lipstick, presumably untouched evidence that fell out of the building when it was tipped over.
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
She sent a message to McFaddy team.
::"Hello McFaddy, I hope things are going well now your free to look with out of interruption. Where here with the factory owner, he was one of few there soon after the attack. He says that one of the dead a male Leony Inter appeared to have been killed when an office building was overturned. The boss said a desk fell on him and coroner says the man suffocated. A Ryellia Clerke female the Boss says, looked like someone had beat her to death with a wooden bat. They were both long-standing employees for the company with no known enemies, which is why the Boss believe it was a gang that came in and beat Ryellia, then when she escape into the office, tipped it over out of spite, after fleeing the scene. So there is 1st hand testament, would you be so kind as to have a look for this office that was turned over."::
Leon Hatcher |
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
She stood up and looked at him, a smile on her face.
Her magic and psionic detection of the room done, she was all diplomatic now.
"Let's just say the ones behind this may have upset someone of influence. The who, what and why dose not matter, what matters is, we find them and remove them from your grand works as soon as we can Mr Steelcutter. We would appreciate if you kept our involvement in this matter between ourselves. We will work faster with our undue attention."
Diplomacy 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (11) + 11 = 22
She then picked up her small note book.
Thomas McFaddy |
Talking to both Greenbeard and the Lady here. Boss thinks it's a gang that's come after one "Ryella Clark". She was found beaten, which is different from the seemingly accidental death of the other victim. We found unusually old remains here from a Cedranan soldier. Let's not ask the boss about that unless you have a good reason to, we don't want to tip off that we've been poking about here if we can avoid it, but let's try to find a local historian or something. Can you ask him about any problems he's had with local wildlife? I think our office tipping is the result of a kick from some very large creature. We're heading into the offices now.
I don't know my animals too well, two toes makes me think it was some kind of bird, maybe? He scurries around to compare the opposite side of the building to see if it has been "kicked" from the side that would have been laying down as well.
Let's check in the office and then get out of here. We don't want to be snooping about if the Law comes back around.
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
::"understood, I will ask Mr Tipper to enquirer"
@Tipper
She looks out the window a moment as if admiring the view.
::"Mr Tipper, Mr McFaddy would like us to enquirer about any problems with wildlife around here. Mr Hatcher dose not like me talking to him like this could I ask you to."::
Then she says as she makes her way to the door.
"A goodly town and so nice to be out in the countryside. I hope Mr Steelcutter you are given due respect for bring to them such fine industry here."
and she means it, that was a compliment.
Felix Tipper |
"Is there any troublesome wildlife in the area? I can't imagine an animal could swing a wooden bat, but I'd like to address all possibilities."
GamerAim |
(Perception, Harkell): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11(Perception, Thomas): 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29
In Leony's desk, Thomas finds an envelope with tickets to a horse race in another town next weekend, a shopping list for fishing gear, and a metal tin of primitive antacid and heartburn medications. On Ryellia's desk, he finds a framed daguerreotype (basically an old-timey photograph, for those who don't know) of Ryellia and her husband, a tin case of tobacco cigarettes, and various frog-related nick-knacks.
In the rest of the building, Thomas finds a set of complicated blueprints and construction paperwork, a set of keys, a broken typewriter, a well-equipped first aid kit, and an unsent letter from Ryellia to Gadren detailing the discovery of a horse skeleton during excavation - the letter is dated the same day as the employees' deaths.
GamerAim |
Alyln, Felix and Leon leave the office and depart in the buggy to pick Thomas and Harkell up at the construction site. The ride there is uneventful, but upon returning to town, the party encounters what appears to be a severe accident involving a horse-drawn buggy. The buggy itself has crashed into a culvert along the side of the road, crushing the poor horse (most likely to death). Thomas and Harkell recognize the sheriff they met earlier, his horse tied to the crashed buggy and blocking half the road. Also here is another horse-drawn buggy apparently belonging to the Edrev hospital, where a nurse is helping a woman wrapped into a blanket into the back. Another nurse stands in front of the medical buggy, writing in a small notebook.
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
looks out form the buggy,
"Well this dose not look good, If you don't mind I'll stay back here while any of you who wish to render help."
But she points at the crash adding to those with minds open to hear.
::"Be careful, not every is always what it seems."::
she suffered form paranoia, she know that of herself, it could be nothing, but having spent years hunting evil cults, she was always careful.
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
As the others started to get out she braced herself with a little internal force. This could be nothing or it could be something. Someone hurt by accident or design. The others where far better at detecting such things. She would only get in the way. Better to sit back and see what unfolded.
So she played the part of a noble woman waiting to see if help could be given.
GamerAim |
The sheriff points his finger at Thomas, and shouts angrily and accusingly, "You! I was on my way back to the site to question you when I saw this had happened!" he pulls out some handcuffs, but stands where he's at, "Those forms you mentioned don't exist."
The nurse at front looks up from his notes to reply to Leon, "Aside from the horse, there was only one victim, and aside from some minor injuries and shock, she's fine, don't worry."[b] He looks over at the altercation between Thomas and the sheriff, [b]"I'm not sure how much more I feel comfortable telling you."
Leon Hatcher |
Leon frowns and shakes his head. "Let's leave the politics to the politicians. I'm asking you as a concerned healer. If anyone needs help, that's what I'm here to do."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
Felix Tipper |
Felix steps in to intervene. "I can't condone lying, Thomas," he lies. "I assure you, good sir, if my companion deceived you, there will be consequences in their own time."
Aid Another on Diplomacy. I have a +9, so no need to roll.
Lady Alyln De-La-Qill |
She sat in the buggy, while Felix went to smooth the water. As they had left the office back in town. The Inquisition insignia on her clothing had faded as fast as it had appeared. She was careful when she used to item tattooed on her arm. She never changed the type of clothing she had on, only the color and designed on it. Now there was no glammer on her clothing, it was as it really was. Well made but Noble traveling cloths.
Once Felix got out she made her mind up to so like wise, but where the others headed to the group dealing with the injured. She walked to the crash site. As if the others and the walking was not really of interest to her.
Perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22
GamerAim |
The sheriff mulls it over for a moment, "If you can give me a good reason to, I'll let everyone except those two stay." he points at Thomas and Harkell. He then shouts at Alyln, "Hey! What're you doing over there? Step away from the scene, ma'am, unless you or your friends give me a valid reason to let you stay."
The nurse opens up, "Well, the woman claims her horse struck an animal, but she didn't see it, just felt it. When she hit her head, she tried to reign in the horse, but the animal, likely a cow, began to attack the buggy, ramming it over and over with its hooves, and the horse ran into the ditch and...got crushed. The animal, which she never caught sight of it, but said made a horrible braying noise and smelled foul, continued to strike the buggy until Robbins rode up, but he said he saw no animals in the area."