Nothing acostes the group as they trek the deepened shadows, though Thaegrin knows to value their luck, for it is not that there aren't things here that would love nothing more than to tear the flesh and crunch the bones of outsiders...
The light of the noon day sun is oppressively bright in contrast to the midnight shadows of a moment ago, and it takes some time to get your bearings.
You are presently standing on a wharf perhaps 40 feet off shore as a small, fortified island. Small pockets of smoke rise into the bright blue sky where parts of the city still smolder the slightest bit.
People can be seen milling about on their various tasks, but no one seems to have noticed the lot of you yet.
Iskandarr removes the blindfold and looks about at his surroundings. perception: 1d20 + 16 ⇒ (6) + 16 = 22"What is this place?"
Knowledge geo 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16 where are we on the Valcia map?
Perception 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16, what kind of people are milling about? Slaves? Commoners? What do they look like? Are they armed?
The wizard shades his eyes with a palm as he looks out from the shore, his wizened eyes narrowing at the fingers of smoke further inland.
“Let us begin there,” he points to the smoke, “Our presence breaks no law, as we are here for Rudianos interests. But do not look for welcome from these people.”
His begins shuffling toward the site of whatever might be burning beyond the fortifications.
You are on a small island off the coasts of Isteroth and Erenon. It is a slavers hold where at least two major auctions are held each year.
Slaves and commoners dominate the population. Some are properly armed while others have simple tools like hammers, shovels, crowbars, etc.
The group walks half the distance to the shore before the populace notices them. Once that happens, a mass of people form a blockade on the pier, barring access to the beach.
"Who are you!? State your business" The cry comes from somewherein the midst of the throng.
“Our business,” the court wizard begins, rolling up his right sleeve as he walks forward. Fist pointed down, he exposes his inner forearm, revealing the scribe slave tattoo marked with freedom by right-of-purchase. “Is to investigate the disruption of business. Did any of you witness those who sacked the island?”
Diplomancy 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22, in case we need to lower hostility
Diplomancy 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26, for gather information (or just take the first roll)
|Tholan the Drolleye|
Tholan stands over Thaegrin's shoulder, in his usual spot, trying to look imposing but not menacing. He scans the crowd, trying to get a good feel for them and who the most important individuals would be.
Intimidate 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (7) + 17 = 24
Perception 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (17) + 10 = 27
Sense Motive 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (10) + 10 = 20
These people nearly all bear the mark of slaves, but theirs bear the mark of forceful extrication, not purchase. Clearly they've freed themselves.
The mob is ready to roast and eat any who support slavery.
"Amerys has liberated us! We will not bend again to the yoke! Do you intend to reestablish the 'business' of this island?" There is an accusitory tone in the voice from the throng, daring you all to speak a word in support of captivity.
A low toned growl begins in Iskandarr's throat, but he continues to watch the blockade.
Ready wild shape.