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The rain pounds down upon you as the twilight begins to darken. You hurry towards the doors, to the sounds of people clamoring within the 'church' you walk toward. Double-doors open easily on well-oiled hinges and allow you entrance to the Church of Gemidar, god of Alchemy. Before you stretches a wide entryway to the gathering hall, dust hanging in the air above and clinging to the 'pews' and tables in the large space.
A man stands to the side, by a staircase, and receives the weapons of the worshiper entering before you, as is custom. You too give your weapons to the man, who hands them to a boy that takes them to a holding area, like a coat-check.
Down the spiral stairway you go as the sounds of 'worshipers' grow louder. You open the door at the bottom of the stairs and join the flock.
A riotous good time is had by these churchgoers, for Gemidar brought the men of the Central Kingdoms both Medicine and Alcohol, and his worship services are more parties held in the taverns that act as his churches. While business is not as good as it once was, and the Great Hall upstairs has fallen into disuse, this chapel serves well enough. Crowded and intimate, peoples of all walks gather here and all that is asked is that a good time be had by all, and of course that they pay for their drinks.
You catch the eye of Tevissa, one of the head Priestesses, as she carries a tray of libation and sustenance to the table. She welcomes you, saying "Come on in, and take a seat," gesturing to the round tables scattered about or the bar-stools at the alter. "One of the Brothers or Sisters shall be with yea shortly, hon." She then makes her way through the crowd which parts before her, even the drunkest know not to get in her way.
I scoff. "I thought you said this was a place of worship, Father Moonsoul," I say to one of my travelling companions. "This is no more than an alehouse."
Father Moonsoul's eyes widen and he waits with baited breath, cringing visibly as a burly dwarf that is clearly a Warpriest of Gemidar approaches. "Welcome travelers. Come, join in worship," he says, a smile on his face but eyes hard as he looks at you, Dawnstrider. "Observe, Judge," he says to Ildun'hil, using the honorific of a ranked priest of one of the Twin Judges, "on these sacred grounds you may find warlords of Meraddah and Dezran at drinking as friends. Any race may find a home here, and it is purely out of respect for the house of Gemidar that they make merry, even if just for the hour they are in these hallowed halls." This is a command to you to respect the law of Gemidar and hospitality of the church, but once said, the Dwarf's mirth returns and radiates, as he lifts his hold symbol, a stein on a rod that doubles as a vicious mace, and drinks deeply. "So have a drink and give thanks to the Lord of the House that you will have warm beads and hearty food this night!"
He escorts you to the bar, and your companions enter gingerly, as they are not a worldly bunch and seeing the variety of races is worrysome to them. The Dwarf walks you to the bar and waves at the Priestess, whispering. She returns not with a harsh dwarven ale, or rotgut liquor that dwarves favor, but a crystal glass of a fine blood-wine, recognizable by the unique color only produced by grapes that grow only in the Feywild, a sorely missed delicacy for you. "First glass is on me"
"...If I must..." I say tentatively, forgetting myself in anticipation. "I suppose i may indulge for the moment." I lift the glass. "In Morridan's name, let us drink, my brothers." I sip the Feywine, the slightest hint of a smile crossing my lips.
Seeing Ildun'hil actually taking ease, Father Moonsoul and the other pilgrims begin to mill about, and chat. It seems easy in this place. As you sip the wine, it immediately hits you that this is no ordinary vintage. "Finest apothecary-priest crafted this. You were in luck to have arrived when we have recently decanted the tasting bottle." the dwarf says.
"So where's the judges headed, eh?" the Warpriest asks, taking another swig from his scepter. "Yea off to the capitol, Kranna, or headed ta the Halls of Erdas. Or perhaps yer jest makin the rounds, dispencing fairness and layin down the law for poor uncivilized folk throughout the countryside?" There is a hint of sarcasm in his voise as he suggests that teh pilgrimage is one of dispencing justice, as it is admittedly heavy-handed and of questionable effect, but the pious believe that every bit of good they do counts, and helps. The Priest does give the priesthood a grudging respect for their work even in that case though.
"If you MUST know, we are coming from the capital," I say. "We are indeed making a pilgrimage to the Halls of Erdas, as is required for the clergy of Morridan. We've been paying our respects to the gods along our journey, and this..." I grimace slightly "TEMPLE happened to be on the way." I turn to Father Moonsoul, and hiss at him, "Why are you just sitting there slackjawed, you oaf? The humans I would expect this from, but you are an Eladrin, so act like one!" I slam my hand flat on the table, then pause for a second. I turn back to the dwarf. "Excuse me, dwarf, but would you mind pointing me to the washroom?
A figure sits at the opposite end of the room, dark, elongated, quiet, like a shadow, misplaced among all the near-brawling drunkards sardined between she and the two Eladrin. She watches the crowd with thinly veiled disdain, bordering on disgust. She silently pushes her empty glass towards the edge of the counter and taps her fingers twice. She shifts her gaze away from her refilling glass and back toward the Eladrin when the newcomer slams his fist into the table, making the mugs rattle against the surface, but overall not deterring the rowdiness of the crowd. Her eyes narrow and she watches their mouths as they speak.
I push myself through the double doors of the church and take a second to catch my bearings. My eyes focus, and then I realize where I am and let out a sigh of annoyance and think to myself: 'Oh, this 'church', lovely. That child would have run into a place like this. He is going to get a good long talking to later.'
I turn and notice a man at the weapons check, and walk towards him, hoping he may give me some information on an orphan boy who ran off in this direction. My mind wonders back to the child, Thomas. I can't believe I let him out of my sight again. I'm such a terrible caretaker. I hope that child will be o-'I stop mid-thought as I accidentally walk into the weapons check man. I step back, embarrassed, and begin to say "Oh, dear, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."then realizing I was talking into his chest, I tilt my head far back to make eye contact. Oh, dear, he's a lot taller then I was expecting. I bring my hands to my chest and start to fidget with my fingers. "Ummm" I manage to squeak . "Have have you seen a boy run past here?" I start to speak faster because of my nerves."You see, it is getting a bit late and it's raining, and he's always doing this, and I'm worried he may get a fever if he stays out too long."
Ildun'hil
Father Moonsoul shrinks a bit, having been enjoying a halfling brew of his own, and attempts to compose himself. The dwarf chuckles, "Warshroom's thattaway" he says, pointing across the hall. He then says to either you or Moonsoul, just making conversation, "Personally I'd recommend tryin ta swing by a little town I know of. It's a bit out the way, but they gots one o' the most amazin temples I been ever seein, or rather two temples. See, it's twin temples to tha Twins, built in perfect symmetry. It's a little out o' yer way an not well known, but still worth the extra day or so o travelin."
Twila
You are able to make out much of what they are saying thanks to your training, simple pilgrims by the look, but you have yet to encounter these Judges in this realm yet. The Eladrin seems to be distracted and as of yet unaware of you. You can try to keep it that way w/stealth roll.
Areli
The large man raises an eyebrow and looks down at you for a moment. "Of course sister, although he didn't run in. He and a couple boys came in a short while ago. But if you are worried about one of them falling ill, this is certainly the place to do it. Please come in, and don't worry yourself over-much about the lad." he says, his deep, powerful voice softening and calm. He motions for you to enter.
Being a local, Areli, you are familiar with the skill of Gemidar's healers and know the clergy are responsible folk, but Thomas is a masterful trouble-maker and this is not a place to make trouble.
You enter and see the usual crowd, many familiar faces from your small town, as well as several new ones, robed men and women, a few sporting a symbol of the Twins. Judges, here? But why, what is their business," you are left to wonder, not knowing which of the twins to whom these folk are primarily beholden, Morridan or Eldan.
"Fascinating," I say dryly as I rush off towards the washroom. I run through the door, to find that the sink, as it were, is a large trough filled with water. Of course, I think to myself, It would just be a trough for pigs to slop in. I should have brought my purification ritual scrolls with me. Nonetheless, I dunk my hands into the translucent water, shuddering all the way. I pull my own personal towel out of my pocket and wipe my hands dry, only to dunk them a second time. I return to the other judges at the table about 5 minutes later.
A crowd can be overheard just across over from the 'church' with their fascinated ooh's and awe's before surging into a thunderous uproar of cheer. In the center of the praise stood a single drow, his skin as dark as the night sky with varying hues of dark blue, his eyes were a piercing violet, his long, snowy white hair pushed back behind his ears and decorated with a few mini braids all entangled with jewels, beads and even some monster remains such as teeth and claws. He was donned in a black cloak with the hood up, hiding his face, hair and skin from the public eye. The crowd was amazed at the young drow's magical abilities being able to repair things that were once broken. After a delay in the applause the drow bid the crowd ado for he had business to attend to, for what reason he had no idea. The crowd breaks off one by one as they all go about their own ways, some going into the church that the drow just so happened to be going into as well, some would try to start up a casual conversation with him but he'd just ignore it and keep on walking.
The young Drow, who was named Krengos, opens the church doors in a common gesture, there's no need to dramatically open the doors widely, that would attract attention which he doesn't really want, his kind usually aren't taken too well around these areas. The bottom of his cloak brushes the floor with of his steps as he passes by the crowds all in a drunken stupor of joy and finds himself a quiet little corner that he casually leans against and surveys the church area. "Why am I even here?" He mutters to himself watching the people go about their ways.
So I'm going to need some rolls from people!
Areli, can I get a Streetwise check to track down the kids in the tavern, and Do some RP about how you ask for info.
Krengos, Can I get Bluff check for hiding your identity
Twila stealth as you appear to be trying to observe inconspicuously
Ildun depending on what you want to do next, you can try for diplomacy or streetwise to do things like evangelize, or get information about the road to your destination, or the Twin Cathedral. Or some other cation you think of in the church.
WHenever Dovan wants to post, we'll see what ya need.
I thank the weapons check man and bow before taking my leave for the stairs. My mind goes back to Thomas. Oh, dear, that child, I hope he isn't planning to do anything...sacrilegious. And he has other boys with him too, there is no way this is going to end well. I absentmindedly start rubbing my temple with the palm of my hand at the thought and then bang my head on a banister at the bottom of the stairs.
As soon as the swirling stars leave my eyesight, I decide it may be best if I don't get lost in thought while walking, as I seem to make a danger of myself.
I then take note of the usual people from around town and take note of the judges, and wonder what they could be doing in this town, in this church, of all places. Reminded of the matter at hand, it was probably best not to dwell on this for now.
I scan the area for Thomas.
Areli, Glancing about, there are a few too many new faces to sift through, and you do not note Thomas or any of the other children that he could have gotten down here.
You can dither toss Streetwise to talk to people and find the boy, or insight to take a closer look at the new folk and try to get any information about them before delving into the search.
A booming laugh is heard over the crowd, erupted forth from the large maw of the dragonborn in the corner. He was discussing his travels with the others at his table, and they were enthralled with his tales as much as he was with theirs. He always enjoyed merriment and stories, though that wasn't why he had come in here in the first place. Why did he come in, anyway? He couldn't rightly remember, until it hit him like a charging bulette. I NEED A JOB! He stood up suddenly and flipped the table with his knees, sending his drunken compatriots to the floor with what was left of their drinks. He stumbled about the church, trying to find any kind of board that might post local jobs. He knew he shouldn't have spent all that gold on wine. Why did it have to taste so good?
I almost jump at the thunderous racket suddenly descending upon a different section of the room, ale washing up over my boots from the mess of toppled goblets clinking and rolling away from 'church goers' grips. I turn my gaze away from the washroom door the Eladrin had just entered and immediately spot the source of the commotion. I roll my eyes. Lovely. A Dragonborn. I sigh. Now I'm going to need something good to keep me around here much longer. I down the rest of my drink unceremoniously.
(wow, f*$# you dice gods)
While walking over to his selected corner Krengos's robe got caught on one of the floor grooves while the robe was brushing against the floor and unbeknownst to Krengos he continued walking along to his corner, it wasn't until he got to his corner that he noticed the dark black cloak lying on the floor now tattered after being ripped off his body and now his face and skin color were in full exposure. He did a quick body search to see if everything was still on him, his armor and items were all still intact and then he let out an irritated sigh after seeing the cloak on the floor and people's eyes fixating on him, for after all it's not so often one sees a drow.
I hear bellowing and turn my attention toward a dragonborn yelling about well...who knows. I thought to myself Ah, on the one hand, it would probably be best to ignore him so I'm not encouraging of his behavior. On the other hand though, this is a church, and he is making a ruckus.
I had better keep an eye on him just in case. Besides, little boys like dragons and loud noise, right? Thomas may show himself to see this.
I notice head priestess and decide to ask her for her help.
Twila inconspicuously watches the ensuing shennanigans.
Areli, the priestess of Kemma enters, and after a cursory glance over the place walks over to a priestess. The woman turns out to be one oh the High Apothicaries, the perfect woman to ask about anything happening in the chaple. "Ah, yes, we've had a couple boys here trying their very best to get drunk, asking for flagon after flagon. Our Acolyte had the wisdom to fill them with Ginger-beer, as she suspedted it was one of your's here, and we would not userpe your authority over the wards of your goddess." You chuckle thinking that Thomas has been drinking non-alcoholic beverages all night and must be thinking himself a proper dwarf.
As she follows the priestess to her lettle rebel, the cloaked man, Kregos, passing her snags his cloak on a loose floorboard, revealing his black skin and white hair. The bar goes quiet around the Drow, the silencing spreading as others turn to see where people are staring. A moment passes with bated breath.
Drow are not from the surface and do not worship the panthion of the central kingdom. As such the priesthood and patrons do not know if the foreigner will respect their gods and traditions.
The Battle-Priests are watching Krengos to see if he makes any offensive moves, until a large Dragonborn lets out a boisterous shout!
The Eladrin Priest, Ildun'hil raises an eyebrow, staring at the strange Dragon and lets his gaze rest for a moment.
Drow has mere moments to retrieve his cloak, should he wish.
Eladren, being direct descendes of the fey are slightly more disconnected from the feud than elves as Eladren primarily live in their towering cities on the edges of the Feywild and Material World. Drow and Elves on the other hand are both firmly terestrial.
Drow appear to be somewhere in between with the Eladrin's alien nature and arcane tendencies, but are native to the material plane.
Although the stories vary greatly. Some say Drow were created by the same being as the elves or eladren, some that there is common ancestry, some that they arecreated independantly as a twisted parrody of elf-kind.
Regardless, the lore stands as has always stood.
Krengos is deadpan as any option to try and hide is very slim, it would be too obvious, too many eyes watching. Under a table perhaps? Creep over into the shadows? He curses under his breath not knowing of what to do, not make a scene, well it's too late for that. The gods here are not of one he worships, but then again the gods of his own kind are not ones he worships either, in fact he doesn't really follow any religion. One night he awoke and the stars and the sky were shining brightly, calling to him, it was then as a young drow that he was given the abilities to wield the cosmos. But if he casted anything he would be seen as dangerous and attacked at an instant. He casually walked over to a table a bit off to the side and sat down. He looked over to one of the nearby waitresses and asked her "I'd like a drink, please." He said in a calm tone, gathering his thoughts and remaining a relaxed composure.
The Priestess glances from the comotion brewing over in the corner with the Dragonkind, then to the drow. After looking him over for a moment she asks, "And anythin' ta eat for yea?" she asks. SHe shoots a glance at one oo the nearby priests who opens the top of his mace and takes a swig , and then gives the Drow his cloak.
"Yeah dropped this mate." then takes a look around at others before resuming his conversation with a nearby friend.
I stand in the doorway of the washroom, surveying the area with a look of utter disdain. I can't stand the sight of that overgrown lizard lumbering about and causing destruction. I can't comprehend why that abomination of an elf-kin wasn't hanged on the spot. I can't help but notice the ape girl scurrying about, obviously looking for the little half-apes in the corner. But most of all i can't stand the ungodly din qnd stench filling the air.
I walk wordlessly past my fellow clergymen, who are guffawing loudly about what I can only assume is lowbrow humor, which, admittedly, is kind of a broad category for me. I wander through the room and up the stairs, giving the weapons check man nary a sideways glance as he offers me a cheery grin and hearty greeting. I walk up to the dusty tabernacle and kneel for the only thing I really do enjoy: meditation.
O mighty Gemidar, I pray, I do not care for you. Your disciples are slovenly and loud, and compare poorly against Morridan, the king of justice. Quite frankly, I hope that blasted lizard sets this place aflame. O Morridan, give me the strength to survive within these walls for one minute longer.
Rayla responds to the high priestess with a nod and for a moment Rayla lets her gaze skim over the crowd in the 'temple'. Only a brief flash of a smile crosses her lips as she is amused about the euphemism. It seemed unsuspicious, but that was in itself reason for caution. Especially now that the familiar weight of the greatsword on her back was missing.
She stands not particular tall, but still her appearance is as impressive as the way she presents it is aggressive. She's strong and fed well enough that the obvious muscles are just covered in smooth curves. And she doesn't seem to care about decency, for an open mantel constitutes most of her outfit. It is clad with steel armor scales and a few leather bands around chest and waist keep it in place. Beneath that she only wears a wide band of suede clad with bronce armor scales around her breasts and a something between a loincloth and an extremely short skirt of similar make around her hip.
What's more strange is glitter of her skin, as though it was dusted with gold, the reflection from her long blonde hair which makes it appear as though it was some kind of polished steel in straw blonde and the warm inner glow of her brown eyes, with eyeballs which are just a bit too white. The water of the rain pearls strangly off her - while her hair and clothes are soaked her skin is already perfectly dry. She doesn't seem to be feel cold either, as though the cold couldn't touch her.
She turns to the bar still displaying the same grim look as she pulls out a stool and sits by the bar's corner, not shy about using her elbows to squeeze through. As she addresses the bar man her demeanour changes instantly and with a surprisingly soft voice that has a somewhat inhuman but pleasant resonance, she asks: "Greetings, good man. Rayla the Devilhunter my name. What's the speciality of the house? I'd like to try which gift Gimadar has granted to this house! Nothing too strong, though, too much devotion can make one loose sight for reality." Rayla winks and smiles openly and honestly and while she takes care she can still overlook the place she relaxes visibly and lets her guard a good way down. No indication of devil activity here...
I say with a big smile on my face."Oh, thank you so much for taking care of him, my lady." The Apothecary smiles back at me and gestures the direction where I may find my little troublemaker. Shortly after we begin walking and Thomas comes into clear sight, I hear the patrons of the church collectively gasp and I turn to see the commotion. Oh, dear, a Drow too? So, that makes tonight's church patrons a Drow, loud Dragonborn, several judges and some type of high elf, maybe? (Embarrassingly enough, I have a very hard time distinguishing different classes of elves. Who can though? They're all so tall thin and feminine anyway it is a wonder people can tell their genders apart, let alone different classes? Oh my, was that a racist thing of me to think, I'm a terrible nun! Bad, bad, bad!!) Anyway, I have a bad feeling about tonight, it would be best to get the children out of here while I still can.
I try to call to Thomas, but it seems his full attention is on the Dragonborn running amok. My mouth pressed to a hard line as I looked to see the dragon man roaring and causing a fuss. This is a church, I thought to myself, True, it seems more lax and disorderly than most, but still, this is a house of worship and this man-dragon is setting a very bad example to the children watching. Dear me, I feel as though I am about to do something very stupid, but I can't just let him carry on that way in front of the kids. I sigh deeply.
I turn to the kind apothecary woman and say
"That dragonborn is making quite a fuss, yes? This is a house of worship and he is setting a bad example to the boys. This partnered with several, rather unusual patrons, makes me worry. You've done so much for me already, and I am very grateful, but may I ask another favor of you this evening? Can you see to it that the children get to safety while I try to calm the dragon man down? It is important these children know that bad behavior the like of which this man is displaying is not right, so I must make an example of this man."
I smile at her and say "Will you help me, please?"
Religion -1= (14) -1=13
Perception +0= (4)
Dovah manages to find presence of mind enough to remember that this is not a simple tavern, and attempts to compose himself. Unfortunate for him, the he's been drinking a Honey-wine brewed by Giants, so he does not notice the Lady-apothecary and Nun approach. "M'lord Dragonkin, Compose yourself. It unbecoming of your kind to suffer so from the Wine. We have no Job-boards here, but I'm su--"
The apothecary's words are cut short by a scream. The boy Thomas fell to the floor and there is a woman staring in terror as he convulses while most back away. Areli can only stare in horror as the trouble-maker twitches uncontrollably, frothing at the mouth "Gurg-bluugh-grubbggg" eyes rolling back in his head.
Everything changes in an instant. Patrons move out of the way of the swiftly moving Priests of Gemidar, now demonstrating their Jolly Father's other aspect. three form a triangle around the boy and shine brightly, bathing him in light as a fourth kneels down and lays hands upon the writhing child. and his breathing slows, and limbs come to rest. Priestesses rush in with flasks of clear and colored liquids and elixirs for the healers to use, flitting through the crowds with a barmaid's skill, taking now droughts of restoration rather than inebriation.
"I have never seen such an affliction... I can feel him fighting against it. More Herbs!" Shouts the priest as the Lady Apothecary lists of components and begins creating elixers.
An elf points at the Drow and shouts, "It was him, it had to be! Murderous bastard poisoned the child. Coward!" It is clear that had all weapons not been taken, there would be bloodshed. Instead the elves are appealing the the Priests who ban all deadly violence in their church. "Heathen doesn't worship our gods, follow Gemidar's mandate! "
I hear the noise and screams from upstairs. I feel a pang of guilt, as I just wished for misfortune upon this place. I rush downstairs to see the boy on the floor, encorcled by my bretheren, and the drow, encircled by an encroaching swarm of angry people. I hear their accusations.
It doesn't take much to see these ignorant fools have no proof of the drow's guilt. I take matters into my own hands. I bellow at the top of my lungs.
Krengos shifts his eyes to the side to notice that people are accusing him of this boys recent episode in what would look to be a poisoning. He rolls his eyes as the people point and shout at him. Of course they would assume it's me, I'm a Drow, let's make an assumption that someone else did it based on their race and not even bother of actually figuring out who did it. In a calm and simple manner Krengos raises his voice not in a angry way but just to spread his voice around. "I did not make contact with the boy nor anything that he may have consumed so please detract your accusations to something else. To prove my innocence I will help you discover who did it even though I was given a negative reception."
The panicked hubbub around the child is shifting dizzily, effectively blocking my view from its center, but there is a brief parting in the crowd that allows me to see the boy dying on the floor. I feel my gut clench and I make the first purposeful move I've made all night and stand quickly, knocking the stool I had perched on aside and standing tall at the edge of the crowd. "I think before you do that, you should focus on saving the boy's life, which I've yet to hear anyone offer a suggestion as to how." I project over the heads of the crowd, voice clear and low as a bell. " So I'll offer one." I take a step toward the crowd, bringing one of my small satchels around to my front and unclasping it.
At the Eladrin'call for silence, all but the chanting priests of gemidar and those among the judges able to assist quiet down. Those who would falsely accuse the Drow, cowed, allow the dark elf to offer his assistance to the judges. But it is the pale woman that draws the attention of the priests. "and what solution is this?" the priest asks, haughty as he is the healer of the highest order here, yet more than that earnest and hoping for insight from wherever it may come.
The crowd parts before the Shadar-Kai allowing her to approach
My eyes widen and I cover my mouth out of horror as my worst fear came into fruition. Everything in the church seems to slow down around me and I can't even bring myself to breathe.
I look over to the Shadar-Kai who declared that she could help and air left my mouth in a sigh of relief. Surely, this means she is familiar with whatever it was that poisoned young Thomas. If can identify the poison and knows the remedy then there is hope for saving him. She also may be aware of the type of person who could get access to such a thing.
I stand up tall and say in my sternest voice "Guards, high priests, block the exists. We must not let the person responsible for poisoning Thomas escape. First, we tend to the lad and nobody leaves until the child is well and we find the culprit."
I rush over to Thomas' side and I implore the people crowding him to give him room and the healers room to work.
I turn to the Shadar-Kai woman as she made her way to Thomas "You said you could help him, my dear lady? I was entrusted to be his guardian, is there anything I may do to help?"
When Dovah heard the small woman say to seal the exits, Dovah immediately goes to the front door, barring it with his huge, red frame. He crosses his arms, looking down at everyone. "As the tiny woman says! No one leaves."
I take a knee next to the boy and turn his head to the side, looking the human girl in the eyes. "This boy has been poisoned by one of my own kind." I say venomously, eyes narrowed. "Shadar-kai assassins have been known to use this toxin in our work because of its discreetness. It is a slow poison that does not seize its victim until hours, sometimes days after its distribution." I slit my eyes and flick them around the room. "This, of course, means that everyone in this church is likely innocent, unless the boy and the culprit have been here all day." I turn my gaze back to the convulsing boy, laying a hand on his forehead, eyebrows peaked. "This boy is at death's door, I'm sorry. The best I can do for him at this time is to introduce another toxin that will induce a comatose state, slowing the effects of the poison. I don't have the necessary herbs for the proper cure. Though…" I lift my gaze to the boy's guardian. "…you say you want to help? Let me see all the herbs you have." I sit up straighter and, and in a fierce, clear voice, call upon the rest of the room to donate the herbs I need for the cure.
"It's incredible how knowledgeable you are of these poisons, Sister," I say, dropping a pouch of Rare Herbs into the Shadar-kai's hand. "From one glance you could tell the poison came from a Shadar-kai assassin. One might as well say it's incredible how well a Shadar-kai assassin would know how a Shadar-kai assassin works!" My voice raises to a crescendo as I turn to face the rest of the bar patrons, half provoking them, half holding them back. I swing back to the Shadar-kai and narrow my eyes. "Seeing as you are the only one whose hands can cure the boy at this moment, I have no choice but to let you do as you please. Nonetheless, you are a suspect, and until the true culprit is caught, I will keep a strict eye on you, Greyface.
I flinch at the Eladrin's sharp accusation and slur, though it was to be expected. I keep my eyes down, examining pouch after pouch from the growing pile of herbs in front of me. "It is true, had I been in contact with the boy a day ago, I could have poisoned him. Though, I find it incredible how you could forget that an assassin is paid to kill. Why, then, would I be inclined to save this boy if I had agreed to kill him in exchange for gold?" I lower my head further as I say this. "It's bad business. Not to mention, assassins are not wont to draw all this…calamitous attention to ourselves. It all goes against my instinct to stay inconspicuous. You don't stay alive long as an assassin if you can be recognized, and everyone in this room knows my face, now. Do you really think I would be here, let alone calling mass attention to myself, let alone trying to save this boy, if I had been hired to kill him?" I flick my eyes up to the Eladrin briefly, a tiny hint of smugness in my expression. "I suggest you begin using some forethought before accusing the only one in the room doing a shred of good."
Krengos watched the events unfold as the Shadar-kai had debunked the mystery of at least the poison source revealing it to be that of another Shadar-kai so that cleared his name already. In an almost immediate response to her deduction the Drow eyed at the crowd and said to them: "I believe an apology is in order here. Since we now know the culprit is someone else." He said in a snarky tone.
"It still could have been you. Maybe you did it earlier, and jsut wanted the chance to watch him die! Vile scum." one elf hisses at Krengos. Most folk in the Church are less convinced than this vocal elf, including other of his kinsmen.
The priests fetch the herbs requested by Twila, and the Lady Apothecary catches on quickly to the nature of the potion, working quickly got brew the drought while her brothers hold off the poison with their magics. You are able to quickly brew the potion
Cowed by the Judge and hiding wanting to be as far from the Shadar-Kai and Eladrin's arguments, many patrons move toward the stairs to take their leave, running up against the Dragonborn. Some are becoming slightly panicked. Not at the point of opening into riot, but if it gets worse investigations may be hampered.
I twitch slightly at the Shadar-kai's threatening gaze. Realizing that the populace is becoming uneasy, I shoot her a look, as if to say This isn't over. I turn to the crowd and say "Calm yourselves, people. I am Monsignor Ildun'hil Dawnstrider of the Order of Morridan, God of Justice, and as such, I am placing myself in charge of this investigation. You have nothing to fear."
Dovah grunts as he holds back the flighty elves, trying his damnedest to stay put and for everyone to do the same. Irritated, he speaks in another booming shout:
I slap my forehead with the palm of my hand so hard that it will probably leave a mark.
Krengos shot a glare at the elf who had kept badgering him on being the culprit, he was growing tired of this pathetic little surface walker, any act of violence however would only lead to more suspicion which is definitely something Krengos could do without but the presence of this irritating little whelp he could also do without. Krengos looked at the other elf straight in his eyes and said with a determined grin. "You still think that I did it? What proof do you have that says it was me. She just told us that it was a poison used by one of her own kind. I've never seen that boy until he was convulsing on the ground." Krengos said with his arms folded over his chest. "Despite your racist assumptions of my doing because I'm a drow. What else furthers your guess as to why I am the culprit. Remember, racism aside." Krengos said with a sheepish smile, followed by a cheap taunting giggle. He feels that he may have caught the elf in a trap of words.