[PFS/DMK] 2-13 Murder on the throaty mermaid (Inactive)

Game Master Kludde

"well for one where did you get your perfume it reminds me of the roses in the infernal garden" she says "also what can you tell me about elves"

The aquatic elf prisoner cringes a bit, even if that last remark was in plain Taldane.

I don think it was that other elf, so must've been you, yea. Ulamon responds. Not sure where Thanzeril was, shouldn't he have been guarding that cabin?

The perfume? A little souvenir from Ostenso, that. Nice, don't you think? Very feminine.

It is quite nice, although somewhat thick and flowery.

The ones in this area are an elitist bunch. They are very reserved, even to half-elves. But then again, you'll find a lot a racial prejudice on this ship if you look closely.

Loenor grins at the other elf's reaction, but nods solemnly taking in the quartermaster's statement.

"Thanks. Azura, perhaps we should inquire to Thanzeril?"

Seeing the woman near the mast of the ship fiddling with a dagger, Loenor feels his pouch and becomes a mite distracted.

"A moment on that."

He crosses the ship to join Haygrim and the lady. Lowering his head, he produces a rolled up parchment. "A missive from a friend."

Anera reacts a little surprised upon seeing the 'big elf' moving towards her. She does, however accept the letter with a hmmm, opens it, reads it, and then signs it with a quill. I will contact the Baron myself she says finally.

"so you have not been with a elf from this region yet?" she says sounding slightly disappointed "it is just that I have heard that there ears are of direct relations to there .. longevity" pausing for a moment "if you are tired of the prejudice on this ship may I offer a alternative"

Loenor bows his head in thanks and turns to Haygrim. "Are you alright up here? We'll be belowdecks talking with Thanzeril." With another nod to Anera, Loenor departs to join Azura in heading down the hatch.

Oh, what are we doing with the prisoner elf? Keeping him there?

Sephriel? No. Haughty, distant. Thanzeril? I'll keep to my strict 'don't kiss and tell' policy there. But the prejudice does get to be a bore. What alternative are you talking of?

smiling "well I am simply suggesting that you work at my mistresses court she says that she would like someone of your pedigree to work for her" she says allowing a pause before her curiosity gets the better of her "surely it must be a burden to keep all the secrets for yourself maybe we could .. talk about them " she says winking hoping to learn more about her crew mates.

diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (11) + 9 = 20

Azuretta briefly moves into the captain's cabin, and return with a sealed piece of parchment a moment later. Here. she cays deliver this to your mistress.

I suppose you want to know who murdered Sephriel? I can tell you for sure it wasn't Thanzeril. He was too busy with other things in the forward cargo hold. And that's all I'll reveal of that part of my talents

looking victoriously at the parchment this will put me leagues above the other one she thinks giving the woman a kiss on the cheek "Thank you I am sure you will not regret it" she says hugging Azuretta

Hagrym nods to Anera. "Not all elves are so bad, dearie. They might not hold their liquor well, but I've dealt with much worse."

He follows Loenor, hoping to hear what sort of luck they had. "mind if I tag along?"

If it's only liquor you don't hold well, you've been lucky with the food, she adds to that.

running to the large group of pathfinders "me too!" she says grabbing on to Loenor's arm.

"Of course, Hagrym."

Loenor is surprised at Liara's appearance at his side but accepts the escort. "We were just about to talk with Thanzeril about his whereabouts. Want to come along?"

His zeal is at odds with his skillset. He just wants to clear his name.

Snuggling herself in the elven mans arm looking at his ears and giggling "yes but I must ask why he was ... busy with some thing" she says.

Ain' seen a lot, las' night. I was' just finished setting the course for the next day - captain's orders - then wen' down to me bunk. Did hear someone get up when the ruckus started, just after that big elf ran by.

As Azura hears the man speak, she feels there's something about the way he pronounced 'captain'.

Azura huffs with frustration when Loenor pronounces that their captive knows nothing. She moves the dagger back to his throat, as if about to deliver a killing strike, but instead purrs in his ear once more.

She stayed with Ulamon as the others went to interview their next suspect. "This is not the first time you have fought against these 'elf-supremacists' is it, my friend? I read they were responsible for the destruction of The Polished Barnacle."
She placed her hand over his and gently squeezed in a show of support and encouragement. "That ship and her heroic crew still burn brightly in our memories as a shining example of the brave spirit of freedom we must all uphold in our battle against those who would strip us of it. My Andoran superiors in Absalom believe we might yet further the cause of freedom against the Chelaxian fleet with a reminder of their defeat. Would you be willing to part with the ring you were awarded by the Sargavan government? I do not ask lightly, I know it must be a treasured symbol of your victory. I would be grateful indeed if you would consider granting it to further our cause. She spoke with sincerity, her clear blue eyes serious with the gravity of her request.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

Once the matter of the ring is settled, she'll return to the subject of the murder.

"Captain Veane seems eager to assign blame everywhere but himself. You'll forgive my tongue, I hope, but a true captain assumes responsibility for what occurs on his own boat. Whoever committed the murder had a key to the room where Sephriel was staying. Do you know who all would have access to such a key?"

"Also, you said you heard someone get up from their bunk after you had retired, can you guess who that might have been. Or at least who all was there in the room before you to have left after you bedded down for the night?"

"And one last thing I need to ask you, do you know of a stowaway on board? He might have seen something as well, and I need to speak with him on another matter too."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

Yea, these elf supremacists. Pteh he says, as he spits on the floor, a near-miss on the aquatic elf. Still, murdering one outright? That would make as bad as them, wouldn't? Ah, yea, The polished Barnacle, a fine ship she was. I have the ring right here. I would gladly donate it to your cause.

The captain's not the strongest type, is he? Here's to him being punished harshly for his failure, the idiot. I'm sure Marzack would make a far better captain.

Stowaway? Snig, you mean? Check the forward cargo hold, that's the usual place to find him.

Darvik looks both confused and irritated all at once ever since the attack on the ship occured. The aftermath of the murder and all the questions surely hasn't help him either. Murder, politics, what else must I deal with on this cursed vessel?

Darvik as mostly kept to himself once Liara had taken over the conversation regarding the Cheliaxian issue that they had been aware of, instead letting his mind become occupied with anger and self-pity over the current situation.

After a while he finds the aforementioned cleric that has managed to wrap herself around the elf known as Loenor. Hmm, and I thought it was my charm and rugged good looks that had her purring at my side. Seems I was wrong. If I'm not interrupting anything I'd like to tag along as well. I've had enough self-reflection for one day.

A lot has happened, I picked the wrong time to go away from the game for the weekend. I'll try to somehow get up to speed though to be quite honest Darvik is not well equipped to handle the talking stuff anyway. From what I can tell some faction missions have been taken care of though, right?

Eolowyn translated while Loenor questioned their captive. Knowing that Azura is better in taking care of talking she was waiting outside for her, hoping that she can convince Ulamom. She tried to overhear them while staying silent herself.

Perception vs humans: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (2) + 10 = 12
Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (10) + 9 = 19

After Azura comes out she falls in step behind her, quietly asking "Any luck?"

Faction missions:

[X_]: Andoran
[XX]: Cheliax
[X_]: Osirion (/Grand Lodge)
[__}: Qadira (nobody is doing the Qadira mission
[X_]: Taldor (/Szcarni)

X=Part finished
_=Part unfinished

There's still some NPCs to meet on this ship. Also, if at some point any of you has a 'ercule Poirot theory on who did it, feel free to PM me ;-)

Realizing her day dream was broken a blush finds its way to her cheeks Does he like me as well? she thinks a hurt look in her eyes as she releases Loenor from her grip " I see no reason why not Sir Willowbrook" Liara says sounding somewhat apologetic "maybe you could tell us what our next step is" she says making sure to distance herself equally between the two men.

Thinking he'd really doesn't have the emotional space to deal with such matters Darvik elects to go a different route. On second thought, you two go question whoever it is you're talking about. I'll go take a look around some of the ship we haven't searched yet.

Without an answer the fighter turns back the way he came and will begin to search the places that have yet to be discovered, starting with whichever place is closest.

Liara's jaw drops as the fighter walks away from her before fallowing after him What am I doing she thinks to herself as she follows closely behind the man.

Why are you here? Darvik states bluntly. You have a suspect to question. It seems obvious that the man does not wish to engage in conversation at the moment. We can talk later if you still desire to. With that Darvik leaves and continues to his destination.

Darvik flees to the cargo hold, which is filled with crates and boxes. Standing out among those are two large, sturdy wooden cages filled with straw and sawdust. A man sits on a stool, leaning against the slats of the wooden crates.

Hiding from sumtin'? Wouldn't go too close to that crate with that breastplate, boy. the man says. It's quite clear why: each of the crates holds a rust monster, monstrous creatures that devour metal by turning it into oxide.

Eolowyn and Azura are of to the forward cargo hold

pausing at Darvik's words before looking at him walk away "it is .. just I don't want you to.. get hurt" she says tears flowing from her eyes as she continues to follow him

do you really not want me to accompany you?

The forward cargo hold is full of barrels, crates, and burlap sacks. The room smells or a mix of wet animals and a heady perfume. A nest of tattered rags lies crammed in the prow of the ship. Lurking from behind a crate, with two beady little eyes, is a half-man, half-rat creature.

Me, hurt? Now why would you think that? Darvik doesn't turn back as he answers the question, however.

Darvik doesn't seem to, no. Me? Might be fun and interesting if you did, LOL. I really hadn't developed Darvik that much but its been fun doing so. What would she do? Do it.

What are those creatures? Darvik asks as he looks at the man he has encountered. Quickly looking back to see if Liara has followed him, he then turns back to the man on the stool. Hiding? Not from what you think. What about you? What do you hide from? What's your name?

Distracted by the mans words Liara absentmindedly walks into Darviks's back " Monsters?" she says holding her holy symbol close to her regretting her hasty decision to follow the man this far " and who are you" she says timidly hiding behind her larger companion.

Velagon Dorhay, at your service. Me, I'm just takin' care of these beauties. And you are?

Darvik Willowbrook. This lass here is Liara Vashj. The fighter says the last bit with a hint of a sigh in his voice. Quickly gathering himself he asks, I suppose you've heard about what's happened? Where have you been all this time?

continuing to shy away behind Darvik Liara manages to say a few words " Liara Vashj servant of Asmodeus" pausing "are we safe? she says eying the wooden cages.

"Hi there, are you Snig Lacorse? My name is Eolowyn and this here is Azura. I think that there is little that goes by you is that right? I guess you know about the murder, is there anything you are willing to share?"

Yea, these elf supremacists. Pteh he says, as he spits on the floor, a near-miss on the aquatic elf. Still, murdering one outright? That would make as bad as them, wouldn't? Ah, yea, The polished Barnacle, a fine ship she was. I have the ring right here. I would gladly donate it to your cause.

The captain's not the strongest type, is he? Here's to him being punished harshly for his failure, the idiot. I'm sure Marzack would make a far better captain.

Stowaway? Snig, you mean? Check the forward cargo hold, that's the usual place to find him.

Azura smiled in appreciation, "Thank you, I am certain it will be put to good use." She found she quite liked the navigator and his breezy manner. "Can you watch over this wretch, for me?" she said, toeing the bound, unconscious elf. "I must see to this investigation."

After Azura comes out she falls in step behind her, quietly asking "Any luck?"

She smiled at her fellow Andoran and opened her hand, showing Eolowyn the ring before tucking it safely in her belt pouch.

"Hi there, are you Snig Lacorse? My name is Eolowyn and this here is Azura. I think that there is little that goes by you is that right? I guess you know about the murder, is there anything you are willing to share?"

Azura inclined her head as she is introduced, extending her hand in greeting. "I hope we are not intruding on you. Would you speak with us on what you saw at the time the dignitary was killed?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Hagrym follows Loenor and the others quietly. He wasn't much for the art of repartee, but maybe if he tagged along he could find out something helpful to point out to the others.

Sorrry for slow posting, but work blew up this morning....wild day.

By the way, Azura is a helper-bard and friendly enough that she would likely offer aid to those who asked. So if you need a helping hand to finish off your faction quests, just ask!

Loenor looks at Hagrym and just laughs. "Seems to devil dealers have gotten their knickers in a pinch. Come on. Maybe you and me can find the murder weapon? That won't require us talking to people."

That is, if it hasn't been found already. I don't recall finding one. Just that he was stabbed.

As he speaks, he casually releases his hair and tries to use it to hide his ears a little bit. It doesn't work so well as he'd like.

Metal eaters on a wooden ship. Should be safe, doncha think?

Darvik, Liara, nice to meet you. Last night, I was asleep here in the hold. Asleep, you can hardly call it that - people kept walking all over the place on the deck above. Lots of traffic here too: first Azuretta and Thanzeril, who went off to the forward hold, and then Mallick and Anera, who came to have a look at the cargo. Didn't get a lot of sleep that night.

Waa? No, uh, don't hurt me? I'm just Snig. Was here. Didn't see. I'm always here. Ask anyone. I don't go out. Always here. Snig looks on with slightly frightened eyes. Not going out.

not really she thinks as the man speaks "so how long were Mallick and Anera occupied with checking the cargo and did you over hear any of their conversation?" she says standing on her toes trying to peek over Darvik's shoulder to get a safe look at the monsters as she rests her arms against him for balance.

"I've not seen any weapon so far. I'm pretty good at searching though. I like that a lot better than just trying to talk to everyone. Let's go looking..."

Loenor nods. "I recommend we start at the bilge and work out way up." With that, he leads the dwarf down to the lowest level where Liara and Davik are.

Personal player thought: Honestly, if it were me, I'd have run down to the bilge and fed the knife to the rust monster. That or throw it overboard, but there were too many people on deck. So I doubt we'll find anything.

Hearing foot steps from behind her Liara turns seeing Leonor pushes off Darvick shoulders distancing herself from the man Leonor what brings you down here? she says blushing

Sense Motive, including the +2 vs humans: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (17) + 2 = 19

"Ok, you are always here, can you tell us who came into this hold since last night?

Motioning Liara to come closer out of earshot of the crew, Loenor relates "We decided to look for the murder weapon. It may not tell us much, but it would at least put my mind at ease. Plus, people here don't seem to care too much for my kind. Best I not speak with them if I don't have to. What's in the crates?" He points to the boxes strewn with sawdust.

Liara almost happily strolls to Loenor's side "that is a good ideal and I have noticed a slight hint of racism towards you for what ever reason I can not tell" she as she looks to the wooden cages "they seem to be rust monsters" she says fidgeting.

"Rust monsters? Hrmmm. I don't like the sound of that. Why are there rust monsters on board." Loenor now formulates a similar theory as stated above by the player. Keeping safe behind the barrier, he looks for any traces of a blade or blood.

Perception?: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20

Azuretta, and that bodyguard. Kept silent. Tried to sleep through it. Didn't work. Still kept silent. Always do.