A man is dead, Maria. Cleo's voice wavers a bit, but she takes a deep breath and continued There was a fight with men trying to do harm to master Volioker. It shouldn't have turned deadly but it did. We can't hide that.
Cleo looks quickly to the man laying on the ground, his skull caved in, and turns away quickly. Maria...
In the distance you all hear the sound of armored footsteps hurrying in your direction.
I'm not good enough Cleo answers sadly. Reaching up and squeezing Maria's hand, happy her friend is still alive. Then goes to check on everyone else to make sure no one else is still hurt.
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Vandra and Jeaux walked over to the others inspecting the bodies on the ground. He gave the dead leader a kick in the side in a fit of anger before looking at what was pulled out. "If nobody wants them, I can take the potions and try to figure out what they do," he said to the others. Picking up the dagger that was on the thug's body, he added, "And if nobody objects, I'll take this. I think I need to have more than just the spear."
We tried fighting to subdue with the flat of our blades, they turned the sharp edge on Maria and Vandra.
Cleo slowly nods in acknowledgement of Furnok's words. Gives him a half smile. Are you hurt at all Furnok?
[ooc]never played a lawful good character before, so I'm trying to be true to what I think she'd be like, plus not be too freaking annoying with her own morality. This is a game of combat, people will die, no worries.[/b]
I'm fine, thanks.
"If nobody wants them, I can take the potions and try to figure out what they do," he said to the others. Picking up the dagger that was on the thug's body, he added, "And if nobody objects, I'll take this. I think I need to have more than just the spear."
"Take the potions and the blade friend Vandra - best if you can garner their purpose, than a merchant who will probably be interested first in the best possible deal" - the barbarian nods.
"We have nothing to hide from the sheriff" - Helgarr then adds, turning to Maria - Their attack was unprovoked, was it not?"
Helgarr smiles at Maria - "If you mean me, I have still much to learn in the ways of combat. As for the spoils, it will depend on the nature of the vials, but nothing more I believe. If we do sell them for profit, then yes, I have some purchases to carry out"
"It is settled then" - Helgarr nods - "If you believe you can carry it all" - then moves to meet the incoming footsteps.
"I can carry that Maria" - Helgarr laughs - "You just need to stop stuffing your pockets, and allow me to do it"
Coming up from the center of town, 3 green guards and a heavily armored sheriff Hemlock jog towards you. His golden chainmail shines in the moonlight. As he approaches, you can hear him say "...late again! Damn I hope everyone's okay."
When they finally reach you, the Sheriff takes a good look at the scene. "Hmm greetings adventurers, Volioker. I'm sure you can explain to me what happened here. Looks like a couple of Sczarni got more than what they bargained for."
They decided to get all steely and violent. We tried using the flat side of our weapons but they started drawing blood on us so I returned the favor. I reckon it is time we mosey on down to whereever they bunk and clear the place out.
The sheriff waits a moment to hear everyone's side of the story before he responds.
At such time Volioker, still covered in blood says "Pardon me, Mr. Hemlock. I do say that these young men and women have helped me tremendously in protecting my home and honor. You see, sir, no offense, but your men have proven to be... less than reliable at getting to this side of town lickety-split like. In my humble defense, I hired these heroes to defend me in my most vulnerable hour. Should any of their actions be considered criminal, I am the one responsible. I am fully aware of our laws (having written one or two of them myself), and place myself in your capable hands."
Helgarr stands there, letting the others do the talking, but she nods in approval at the dwarf's behavior - "You are most honorable master Volioker, yet we all should answer for our own actions, if need be"
"This one still lives..." Ali speaks up, from where he is crouched over the unconscious thug, having just finished stuffing his pack with anything of worth, to divide between the group afterwards. "Lucky for him." Ali stood up, brushing off his hands and sighing, before stepping over the man and moving to stand by Maria, giving her a playful shoulder.
"Had to join the bloodied club didn't ya guys?" He grinned, reaching out and shaking Vandra on the shoulder. "Well it looks like the Lady of the Grave has averted her gaze from we three for the day at least. Good, I would prefer not to help bury either of you!"
"Furnok there is little to no point in us darting down to their hideout right this moment. Both Maria and Vandra are not in any state for it, I do not have the energy left to cast any more and I doubt Vandra or Cleo are any better off. Besides, one of them got away. He has a head start and has almost certainly headed straight there, so they are expecting us. I think we call it a night, yes?"
"They tend to lie low if they escape... as I've seen so many times." Hemlock sighs. "Well, we'll take this one to the barracks, and the dead one too. Hopefully we can figure out his identity. Feel free to keep their items, unless it's obvious evidence. We would simply confiscate them anyways."
"In the meantime, thanks for your work. Furnok, you've done good things for keeping the peace in Sandpoint, but I'm... concerned about your use of deadly force. No one cries when a goblin is killed, but most men have a family. Not to say that this man's death is unjustified, as you all have the right of self defense, I just... wish it wasn't needed."
"And I apologize, Volioker, for never arriving on time. I have such few men that I can't even properly patrol the borders for goblins, yet alone threats from the inside. If we can finally get some aid from Magnimar, perhaps we could set up a small post here."
Sheriff Hemlock sighs heavily, obviously troubled.
I certainly can head down to the armory and find a sap for head slapping
Ali frowns a little but shrugs, before nodding. "Well I think you should probably wait till the morrow but if you can't, me and Azeri will accompany you!" Azeri grunted in agreement.
Cleo snuggles into her fur enjoying the warmth and friendship.
Tired as she is, she'll still want to go with Maria Please, I'll stay across the street, huddle in a dark alleyway and just listen. I promise. I can cause a ruckus as well as anyone if you need a distraction.
Cleo rushes to follow, relieved and worried at the same time.
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Ali frowns again, but shrugs. "Fine. Don't die right? And don't do anything stupid!"
'You aren't really going to suggest we...'
'Do you think YOU can change her mind? She hasn't had to answer to anyone her whole life. We can tail her I guess and just watch from a distance?'
Ali glanced over at Azeri and as their eyes met his vision swam. For just a moment he caught a view of himself, as if he was looking in a mirror, but... taller.
'What the hell was that?'
'I... I don't know. I think I looked through you!"
He closed his eyes for a moment and began to focus on that ever present thread, between Azeri and himself. He could tell what the other man was feeling, how his wounds ached and how he was tired and hungry but now... If he focused he could catch scents he had never smelled before, old liquor, oiled metal and a soft loamy smell he could not identify. He could hear clearer and staring out in to the night, he could see further, out beyond the lamps, if in a strange grey shade, but still.
"I can see everything you see, hear everything you hear and smell everything you smell... I can FEEL what you feel!" He stared up at Azeri, eyes wide and unfocused slightly as he stared back down at himself.
"By the gods I need a drink, yes..."
Ali shrugs the pack on to his shoulder and sighs. "Fine. I'll leave it in your room for you. Listen to Cleo if she says it is too dangerous!"
Sheriff Hemlock nods as the party prepares their actions. He orders his men to pick up the remains, and shoulders the unconscious man himself. Curious, but not wanting to pry, he bids the group farewell and heads back to the garrison.
Volioker reiterates his promise. In thanks for saving him, he will open any lock you present him, only 10 questions asked.