Insight:
"Umm, Cinro could I speak to you for a moment?"
Once the Half-elf is away from the merchant, he will warn him against drinking the cider.
"Something seems a little...off about this drink!"
"Looks normal to me. You think I shouldn't drink it?"
Meligaster convenes with Cinro and Shamsiel. "Sham, I trust you. Besides, we have better things to do than buy snake oil. Shall we proceed to the theater?"
The heroes ignore the cider.
As you all leave the Merchant gives cider to a random citizen
The citizen downs it and he seems okay.
As the group approaches the Theater, Meligaster points at the various doors, turning to face his comrades. "We should post someone at each point of exit, and send someone more charming than myself through the front door, to chat with our comrade. What say you, gentlemen?"
Perception:
Once past the cider seller, Shamsiel ignores the man as he listens to Meligaster.
"That might be a good idea...how many entrances are there? Maybe each should have 2 people watching them?"
Just when he's about to follow the rest to the theatre, Drek notices the four ciders apart from the rest. He faces the seller with a suspicious look, and signals the others to come back.
"Wait. Why are these four apart from the rest? What were you trying to do, uh?"
"Well, no cider today." Cinro shrugs and goes off.
"There are four of us, and I think three exits?" The half-elf doesn't remember exactly. "Maybe two in front, two in back?"
He returns to the merchant when Drek'Thar notices something. "Huuh... That's strange."
The seller responds to Drek Those four are special The Merchant is very shady looking too and kind of a mystery, looks like that Merchant from RE4.
"Special, huh?" Cinro stares at the merchant but soon gives up and turns to his companions. "Forget the merchant, we should follow the other guy."
Harcourt nods at the front door, pointing at it and nudging Cinro. "Why don't you go make yourself acquainted with our quarry, comrade. I'll wait near the back, ready for him, should he attempt to be uncooperative."
The burly soldier circles the building, waiting near the rear exit, weapon drawn.
Cinro nods, take a deep breath and warily enters the theater, his hand on the handle of the scimitar.
While the rest keep walking, Drek stops just a bit more with the merchant. "What's special about them? Can i smell them?"
Shamsiel will follow Cinro into the theatre, watching his back and generally there for support
As Cinro opens the door, two people with longbows fire at him, like they had it ready
.
These guys are 100 feet away as they are on stage.
Cinro, take
Init:
You can stay here if you'd like and take your time smelling them but regardless if you do or not they don't smell odd or anyting.
And then you run up to catch up to your allies showing up the theater a little late you are 10 feet behind Cinro who opened the door, Shamsiel is 5 ft behind Cinro.
Drek'Thar
He Meligaster
Cinro dashes behind the cover of a seat.
Meligaster bellows a roar, more annoyed than truly angry, but also not one to pass up a chance to roar at someone trying to kill him. He dashes toward the archers, slapping his shield with his axe and bellowing at the enemies. "Stand down, or this blade will be in your gullet soon enough, lads! We've no quarrel with you, but no wish to become flesh quivers, either!"
You are too close to the truth, so we have to get rid of you.
Shamsiel is up, then my guys.
Shamsiel fires off an eldritch blast at one of the archers.
Attack:
Damage:
Shamsiel misses, then they both fire a shot at shamsiel
if hit
if hit again, all heroes are up.
Cinro makes another dash forward right in front of the shooters, sending two fire blasts into them before hiding behind the seats again.
Drek moves towards the stage and tries to shoot one of the enemies.
Cinro takes down one guy
and and not affected
and botting people
and shamsiel misses
He Maligaster moves up and strikes the next guy
The last bandit tries to hit He Maligaster
All heroes are up again One bandit up on stage and you know that merchant he know arrives at the front of the door, so you archers now have someone behind you.
Meligaster maintains his assault on one of the bandits, bringing his axe back up to catch the man in the leg.
Cinro moves back to the front doors and shoots another couple of blasts into the merchant - attack first, ask questions later.
Current HP: 5/13
Reeling from the attack, Shamsiel calls upon his angelic blood to heal some of these wounds. He then fires another bolt of eldritch energy at one of the bowmen.
Eldritch Blast:
Damage: (agonizing blast)
Drek shoots another blast of frozen energy to the archer dude
He Maligaster takes down the guy on stage with a single strike and Cinro can't hit, but Shamsiel does blast the merchant in the leg.
Drek'Thar can't hit the dead guy on stage so he goes after the merchant
and He is freezing, but he tries to attack Shamsiel with greatsword
Heroes are up again and the merchant is bleeding badly.
Cinro runs up to the merchant and tackles him.
fail
He meligaster tries to hit the merchant
and dead
Shamsiel is down, anyone wish to get him up? Also looting the bodies finds no treasure only bows and arrows and shortswords, while the merchant having a greatsword. And no clues on the bodies to show who they may have worked for.
The heroes didn't kill the merchant, as they dealt non-lethal damage to him as they actually knocked him out and he has a massive headache when he wakes up.
Cinro rips some cloth from the merchant and bandages Shamsiel's wounds.
After that he wakes the merchant up. "Why did you follow and ambush us?"
You were too close to solving the the murder, which is bigger than you. I'm not the one who killed him, but I was hired. You want info on the investigation find Omast Frum, the first guard to arrive one scene and ask him about the White Swords. But I'm not allowed to tell you any more. He can be found at the South Tower of Truanu's wall.
The Merchant then realizes he is partly unclothed and screams
"I say we talk with this Omast. I definitely want to, since we almost got killed because of this investigation."
"Sure, we shopuld go. What shall we do with this one though?" he asks pointing at the merchant-ambusher.
Before the group leaves, Shamsiel heals himself.
Healing Hands 1hp
"Could maybe use a little healing before we take off to the tower...
"Let's bring him to the guards and then rest for a bit before talking with Omast."
You bring the assassin to the guards and place him under arrest. You then travel to the South Tower of located near Trunau's inner wall.
When you get there Omast is very drunk and has a beer in his hand. It was my job to look after Rodrik and I failed though he actually slurs his words. Then he takes another drink of his beer. I was away for five minutes, just a few rooms away and he is dead.
"You would've died if you'd been there with him," Cinro tries to calm the man down. "By being alive you can help us find the murderer."
But I'm a guard, I can take the bad guy, or if he used stealth, he would have to be fast enough to kill two of us. Hopefully you are right about finding the murder.
Okay, I guess you're right. Anyway I have been trying to clean up strange graffti all over Trunau, not sure if it is connected, but worth a try, white sword in the commons, barterstones, hopespring, sanctuary and the south tower, must be a secret message or a group. Also he meet a strange half-orc about a week ago named Katrezra.
He cheers up Drinks anyone, bloodstone brew for everyone. And Katreza can be fround at the Sanctuary normally.
Cinro nods and sips from a mug. "You know anything about this Katreza?"
Cinro walks into the Sanctuary and asks the question. However, Katreza is not the Sanctuary, as he goes up to a half-orc he assumed was Katreza. What are you talking about man? And I'm not Katreza
Tyari Varvatos, a female human Cleric of Iomedae walk up to you. She is a very beautiful blonde female, tall and psychically fit, but not body built strong. She gives you all a smile, introduces herself with a friendly pleasant voice. I'm sorry, but Katreza is not here, he usually is, but he disappeared a few days ago without telling anyone.