Elhona nods to Yves. "She may be of help in where to go next, but I am unsure if we would yet be rewarded. A moment more." She walks over to inspect each of the windows along the external wall for signs of entry or exit.
Kibur recognises the symbol of Clan Rough Diamond - it sounds better in Dwarven - a nomadic Clan made up of outcasts that is widely despised in Dwarven society.
Clan Rough Dimaond
Axes [strikethrough]IIIIIIIIIII[/strikethrough]IIIIIII
Helms IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Shields IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Ozzit - Wealday, sundown.
Elhona finds that the windows are not possible to open the thick bubble filled class fitted directly into the stone walls.
Kibur wanders to the board with the dwarven runes and the writing there confims the markings.
Clan Rough Diamond, Outcasts. Most likely da kind ya seek fer stuff ya don't want others knowing yer buyin.
anyone ere of a feller named Ozzit? If not we may be meetin em shortly. lookin fer his weapon supply based on what I be readin' ere.
Elhona quickly turns away from the windows. "Never heard of him, but I can start asking around for his whereabouts, if you think it wise."
Elhona quickly turns away from the windows. "Never heard of him, but I can start asking around for his whereabouts, if you think it wise."
taking a quick look outside.
no time, by what I be readin he will be ere in an hour or so. Or at least dems that work fer im.
Denenor chimes in with Yves. "Owners indeed. Let's keep the folks in mind having business with this shop; many of these things are likely their wares or puchases. This is not a plunder-house." He casts a withering look around, hoping to put an end to the get-rich-quick thoughts. "Surely we can search for the owners in a bit though; they will be grateful merely to know order has been restored and their items were retrieved."
The paladin didn't know anything about these Rough Diamonds though. "We'll have to keep an eye out for their markings. I have a feeling there are more of them than just struck here."
"Speaking of 'stuck here' can someone give me a boost?" Gabriel will start prising his throwing stars out of the walls and ceiling.
"It is important to find the heirs but just leaving this stuff is asking for it to be stolen."
Chandra says as she continues to search for clues.
[ooc]Chandra will look for other items with markings on them [ /ooc]
As the sun begins to set five fur clad dwarves, approach the forge, all armoured and armed. You can see them coming through the windows and they appear to be in something of a hurry. Their appearance is more unkempt than typical dwarves seen in Absalom.
Yves hopes that Kibur will can solve the problem diplomatically.
But to ensured he will stands in a position close to door, where he can goes unnoticed if a fight starts.
Elhona ducks behind one of the work tables and readies her pistol in her buckler hand, and her sword in her right hand, ready to jump out if needed.
The dwarves push the door open and enter the forge with no apparent ill intent, their leaders eyes flash from you to the corpse and he reaches for his axe shouting,
"Blarakk tagrath armans!"
As they go for thier weapons Kibur raises his hands and speaks out to them in dwarven. the emblem of his clan becomes visble indicating his noble status.
No need for war, I have come here on behalf of my clan to negotiate a contract. we have arrived but a few moments before you to find this. we wish to discuss what may have occured and who as well as why.
You don't need to speak dwarven to figure out what he just said.
Gabriel will hold up his hands placating, "Easy now. We didn't do this to the poor lad, in fact we were sent to investigate the crime. I don't suppose you speak common do you?"
The oldest of the dwarves, by the grey lacing his beard, lowers his axe slightly and asks in halting common,
"Not too good, but is enough to make for understand I thinking. I am Ozzit Firebelly, leader here of small part Clan. You claim is not you kill?"
To Kibur Ozzit says,
"We were hired by Jacqueline Bright at Jacq's Hire House to investigate the death of the dwarf Ambassador from Highhelm. The Token Guard couldn't get into his forge where the body is because of some little magical constructs. Apparently the Dwarven Merchants Guild are prepared to pay for justice. We were supposed to find out what happened and kill or capture whoever did it."
The dwarves exchange glances,
"We have foes here in two, seek to stop us taking our new home. Aide find here, and hinders to. Agents here for money men try yo pay us off, find somewhere else, try to threaten. Now seem kill friends."
Chandra watches the display wondering what they are telling Kibur.
Kibur responds to whoever among Ozzit's crew
what happened I cannot say for sure. but someone did not want your request to be finished.
Kibur indicates the board with the tallys
You know as well as I do that his clan is not the most respected clans among the merchant guilds, still his talents do not go unnoticed. Perhaps the one you sought to use these weapons against have learned of the order and sought to prevent the shipment.
perhaps If you could tell us who it that you seek vengence against I will pledge what I can of my clan to assist
indicating that Kibur is not entirely with some influence.
Elhona remains crouched down behind the table and quietly says to herself, Come on, Kibur, get us out of this.
Ozzit nods slowly,
"We do not ask help from Clans. But if you wish find murder perhaps we can set up so foes come after you. Make you seem new allies. You are willing? Perhaps then capture foe and find truth."
Denenor was slow to see the subterfuge at first - and annoyed when he did realize what was going on - but he kept his silence. There was no need to upset those so quick to bloodlust.
He bows slightly to their visitors, happy to strike an accord. "I am Denenor, and if I may be so presumptuous of my partners, we would be happy to aid you in ensuring the murderer faces the consequences of his crimes."
"Good. We take dead of body to kin. You meet at Tin Hill in The Puddles, The Boar, we think watched, we show some maps give silver to make make bait be better, then you wait for approach. Yes?"
Tensions calmed the dwarves move forward and collect the body, shrouding it with their fur cloaks. They then reverentially carry the corpse away Ozzit pausing to say,
"Half hour, or after, then come."
After they depart, Denenor frowns. "Though I can get us to the puddles, I don't frequent such ... locations. Do any of you know where this "Tin Hill" is?" It was just the sort of shady area he did not want to visit, but duty called.
"I'm a bit confused. What exactly did we agree to?"
"Looks like we're gonna help find the killer. Never been to Tin Hill. Who can lead the way?"
"Lets see I seem to recall a place call something like that, now where was it?"
Whereas Chandra words, Yves, now cool after the exit of the dwarves, think aloud, "I have been a bit in the city, but, maybe, in one of the taverns I heard something about this place, The Puddles ...
...or somewhat along the woods or wildlife there...
Chandra recalls that The Boar used to be a cavernous tavern with several fighting pits and even a stage where risqué plays and dances were put on. It has been flooded out for years, and the building has been abandoned like many in the district, until now apparently.
You head back towards Puddles, in no hurry since Ozzit asked for time...
Chandra walks toward the boar to busy congratulation herself on knowing the location of the bar instead of paying close attention to the area around her.
kibur shares all the information discussed with Ozzit that they may not have understood. and follows along toward the appointed meeting place.
Gabriel will follow along, peering about curiously, Fascinating...I haven't been to this part of town before."
In the way by the Puddles Yves think to yourself, This is the result of the supposed 'civilization', laughable! And they say so superior for that things...
Elhona looks around carefully as the group approaches the Boar.
"Very well, we will track down these outlaws - in the underbelly of the city if we have to."
As you make your way through the waterlogged byways of Puddles, just as Yves vaults over a puddle, you hear the sound of music... Pipes perhaps trilling a cheery little ditty that fills the otherwise empty streets.
Suddenly the water and cobbles boil with tiny furry bodies as thousands of rats pour from the decrepit buildings to surround you!
Elhona curses the trap, lines up her pistol on the winking halfling, trusts her guts, and takes a shot at him.
Seeing the swarm coming towards his fellows Yves does not think twice and moves onto the mass of squeaking rats, preparing the warhammer to snatch his targets.
He makes his way thinking about rats.
Pesky little monsters, I just smash everyone!!