Looking at the grisly totem, Nik'o asks to the Ratcatchers: "Must be tough work! How do you all make a living? I mean, do you catch them often? And then, how do you turn this into coin?"
"Just make sure that it does not bleed on to the floor,
The floor was cleaned only a few hours ago,
And I don't want to have to clean it again."
After a few drinks are passed out
"No touching the Barmaids, inappropriately as we do have the
"You grab, You pay." policy, and "pay" has many different meanings here.
And when pay refers to this policy, it's next to always bad for the grabber."
"Rat Catching is a trade which pays little, and be holden many dangers clear'n rats from the sewers, that be how we knew when this plague struck, that them ratmen musten be b'hind it. So when we caught this'n senak'n around, we grabbed it, and Bors cut 'is 'ead off with a silver axe. Another group went back down to get s'more!"
Nik'o beams a smile at the ratcatcher, obviously interested by his tale: "That's fascinating! But how exactly did you know the plague had struck and that ratmen where behind it?"
"It's ob'veeos ain't it, them ratmen is vile disease riden mongrels, surely ain't no coincidence, the plague breaking out, and see'n them skulking in the alleyways, spread'n their filth."
"The silver axe came from Josephonn's pappy, he been kill'n rats since afore any of us wuz born."
Male Human Fighter- L5 | AC23 | hp 54/54 | Percep +0
Drakus glances curiously at the Rat Hunters, then leans in to mutter to the others.
"Ya got an idea Princess? Seems ta me we got bigger things ta fry than helpin' those hobos stick a few rats. Like findin' the source o' them coins. Or did I miss somethin'?"
Nik'o nods to Drakus, perplexed: "From what I can tell, the ratmen don't seem like the source of the plague, though they could be one of the reasons it spreads so fast... Kind of like those vampires, dumb brutes, no masterminds, but good for spreading. It might be worth investigating, but it might very well be a loose end. In any case, it would perhaps help slowing the spread of the plague..."
Gregor, looking wan and out of energy, has just been sitting and listening to all the hubub while he nurses an ale. At Nik'os breakdown of what she's thinking, he agrees, "No, Nik'O, you may be on the right track. They may not be the main force behind it, but employing intelligent rat people to spread a disease would be a crafty move. Maybe there is a way we could interrogate them."
He turns to the ratcatchers, "Do you know where we, members of the Korvosan Guard, could find a lead to speak with these ratmen?"
Sorry for some reason Marra's avatar popped up, but that was supposed to be the NPCs talking LOL...derp Anyone else working on their RPG Superstar items? Year 6 of entering.
2d10 + 7 + 2 ⇒ (8, 9) + 7 + 2 = 26 Kn: Dungeoneering. (That should have been the roll versus the vampires...)
"I don't know, were-rats can be dangerous, but this really isn't what they do, scavengers and thieves, yes, but plague bringers, that would be more in line with the derro we fought before. That silver axe is probably the only reason they were able to kill it."
Male Human Fighter- L5 | AC23 | hp 54/54 | Percep +0
Drakus looks over the vigilantes with his soldiers professional eye, wondering if they stand a chance out in the field with a real enemy/monster.
Profession: Soldier:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
I tried to get things one direction or another, but what next? The coins or the ratmen? Nik'o offered the ratmen, then got convinced to go after the coins...
Gregor, looking wan and out of energy, has just been sitting and listening to all the hubub while he nurses an ale. At Nik'os breakdown of what she's thinking, he agrees, "No, Nik'O, you may be on the right track. They may not be the main force behind it, but employing intelligent rat people to spread a disease would be a crafty move. Maybe there is a way we could interrogate them."
He turns to the ratcatchers, "Do you know where we, members of the Korvosan Guard, could find a lead to speak with these ratmen?"
Sorry somehow I completely overlooked that post...wow...
"Sewers, but if'n me pallies get t'em first, we gunna slaughter'em all...just rats they is."
They're not talking about wererats it seems, just folks who live in the sewers... But those see lots.
"I'm full. Thanks! Now we would like to speak with these ratmen. Before you get to them. Could it be worked out?" she smiles and slides a gold piece on the table.
Gregor tries to add a little assistance to the influence Nik'o is trying to garner. Seriously, one gold, his words will have to do wonders. "I'm sure that if we received information by speaking with the ratmen, that would aid the defense of the city itself. The Korvosan Guard just may be able to find a way to compensate you hard-working, truly powerful, gentlemen."
Male Human Fighter- L5 | AC23 | hp 54/54 | Percep +0
"Right then." Sgt. Drakus drained his tankard and stood up.
"Let's sleep at Zellaras old place and come back in the morning. I don't think we can do anything more until then."
He picks up his shield and bardiche and readies to depart.
Nik'o prefers to return home for the night. Once there, she spends some time cleaning the Lady Ashax Cafe, as most tables have been left as they were by her exhausted mother. She reflects on the whole situation in the city and her family's dismal situation. For a moment, she's about to break, but instead, she starts and whistle a Chelaxian song her mother sang to her as a kid. It brought hope to her heart, for she knew her small band of companion could make a difference in these troubled times.
Donagar went to sleep in a sturdy chair in front of the fire at the bar, exactly when he passed into slumber is impossible to know since his eyes remained slightly open through out the night.
He is awakened by the barmaid cleaning up the floors....
Orders a drink and then heads for the meeting place.
A night of fitful rest is had, each of you has dreams which border on night terrors. Images of a rising darkness, dead innocents, and a city in flames.
Donagar:
You have visions of soured beer and a joyless Cayden.
Drakus:
You have visions of Field Marshall Croft's citadel gutted by flame.
Gregor:
You have visions of your leadership failures, ending in the death of hundreds
During the meeting, you find that 4 of the hunters died, while 12 wererats were slaughtered including some young rats, striking just before dawn as they went to sleep.
