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"I think we can agree to those terms." Merisiel then waits patiently for the dwarf to follow through on his agreement.
Merisiel raises an eyebrow. "That seems awfully pugnacious for someone with such a sizable gambling debt. If you would rather end up dead in a ditch, though, we will happily take our giant spider poison and silk sacks elsewhere..."
"I agree... Mr Ninefingers sounds like he would be the most.... motivated buyer. Let's try him."
Remembering that Ulisha was dissatisfied with her existing contact, Merisiel wracks her brain, trying to recall which of her contacts would be likely to want what the party has just acquired...
Dagger in hand, Merisiel does her best to harvest what she needs from both spiders.
Merisiel moves to inspect the corpses.
Merisiel keeps stabbing at the injured spider, whistling a jaunty tune!
"It looks like we are in a bit of a sticky situation..." Merisiel tumbles around to a flanking position, and stabs!
Merisiel cautiously moves forward, dagger in one hand, and rapier in the other.
"Sounds like an interesting place! Let's go hunting..."
Merisiel tosses another dagger at the flatfooted woman she already hit.
"Unless of course you want to have a messy and ignominious end, in which case we will be happy to oblige..."
"Yeah, no... We know how things work around here. My counter-offer is this: Drop your weapons, and your valuables, and we won't turn you into crow-food." So saying, Merisiel tosses a dagger in the woman's face.
Merisiel nods. "I've heard that might makes right in Numeria, so shows of force may be required. Skymetals like adamantine are also quite prevalent in the area." She then grins. "Let's go see what is at the crash site!"
Merisiel dashes forward, ready to stab a guard.
Unable to break free of the crush, Merisiel instead attempts to cartwheel over the top of the group surrounding her, and then make a mad dash for it...
...putting a bit of distance between her and the crowd, she then ducks down a side alley, and attempts to hide...
...quickly stealing a shawl from a washing line, and ducking behind a cart.
Merisiel dodges between several villagers, then lithely rolls between a few more, all the while keeping her eyes intently upon the fleeing 'cleric'.
Unfortunately, the sheer press of bodies means that she doesn't make any headway.
Merisiel frowns. "This all seems highly irregular. I say we have a rather pointed 'chat' with the man, as soon as he puts in an appearance."
Merisiel shares what she knows with the others. "Worship of Razmir began in the River Kingdoms, where it spread quickly and led to the creation of a theocracy. Allenstead has always resisted conversion despite being on the very edge of Razmiri territory. Razmir is known as the Living God, a man who claims to have ascended to divinity by completing the Test of the Starstone. His faithful preach law, luxury, and obedience." She then frowns. "That statue of Razmir is troubling, considering the town's rabidly anti-Razmir stance; something drastic must have changed, and quite recently, too..." Merisiel moves forward to look around.
Merisiel gives the tiny creature a burial on the island in the middle of the stream (by placing a few boulders over it in a rough cairn), and then turns to the others. "Right then - shall we be on our way?"
"Tsk, tsk, little one!" Merisiel wags a finger at the little creature, then moves forward to stab it.
Merisiel does her best to move the boulders.
Merisiel nods. "Fair enough. I'll check the rocks over in the river." She then moves to do exactly that.
Merisiel wrinkles her nose. "Eww! Erasmus, if you were that hungry, why didn't you say something earlier..."
Merisiel wrinkles her nose in disgust. "Ugh. This place stinks of raw meat!"
"That looks suitably ominous!" Merisiel conducts a quick search of the area, although she is careful to avoid stepping inside the circle of standing stones.
Merisiel nods vigorously. "Haunted spots usually have an interesting history... which usually translates to the availability of some interesting loot!"
Merisiel wrinkles her nose... Fairly amateurish job... ...but keeps silent, for the moment.
Not needing to be asked twice, Merisiel moves to grab the tapestry, and escape as quietly as possible.
At the formal admission of guilt, Merisiel brightens considerably. "Ah, well, in that case:", she clears her throat, "We are formally performing a citizen's arrest. Try not to resist too much..." She then shanks the woman!
"Agreed. I once came across a painting of Sarenrae and a succubus, which was worth a pretty penny..."
Merisiel chips in: "If you would like it to disappear permanently, we would be happy to help with that..."
Merisiel shrugs. "I can give it a shot..."
Merisiel looks on with interest as the woman attempts to break the gate down. "Anyone have a crowbar, or a portable battering ram...?"
Merisiel grins in appreciation of Kyra's quick-thinking. "Excellent work - we'll make a Rogue out of you, yet!"
Merisiel gives the woman a long look. "That sounded awfully like a confession..."
With a shrug, Merisiel cautiously enters the graveyard, and inspects the body.
Suspecting an ambush, Merisiel cautiously slinks forward, and inspects the gates...
A lithe elf wearing comfortable leathers, and literally festooned with daggers, casually swaggers into the room. Skimming over the notes, she nods in satisfaction. "Mystery? Hidden treasure? Sounds like fun!"
@I'm Hiding in Your Closet: Silverhex Chronicles is a series of six inter-linked 'quests' (i.e. one encounter adventures), with a single chronicle sheet.
I certainly would be interested in some more CORE games - I would even have some of my *actual* PCs free ;-)
@Doyle Padmore: Is there something else you would like to run...? ;-)
The chronicle sheet looks fine; thanks for running the game :-)
"No thanks; I have other plans for it..." No longer able to reach the worm, Merisiel tosses a dagger at it.
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