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Agatsu enters his usual unorthodox fighting style, then advances to attack the spider.
Someone had been here, huh? - whispers Agatsu towards Sylvar, and then steps in the room to start looking around and investigating before advancing.
Agatsu nods in agreement to Alistaire and Sylvar, and then proceeds to follow the rogue as he moves to check the door.
Agatsu feels the urge to shake and flee, but still manages to keep his composure.
Sylvar... Will you inspect the way for us? Maybe these closer doors first? - says the brawler towards the rogue, stepping inside the place and doing a brief scan of his own.
Agatsu approaches and tries to look inside from the broken windows by the side of the doorframe. He signs to the others to hold.
Very well. Let's go for it, then. - says Agatsu, also inspecting the building before going for the front doors.
Agatsu taps Omast shoulder friendly, as if reassuring him that anyone could have a lapse, especially in such circumstances. Finally, though, the brawler approaches his other companions. Well, it seems we confirmed our suspicions about the hopeknife. - he pauses - I find the tower graffiti the most odd, like him, but in a world where undead walk among the living and lizards breath flames, I guess we could always expect something arcane to bring the unexpected. He then approaches the window. Unless you have any other point, it seems it's time for us to visit the Plague House. Please, get ready, and let's see the road.
Pulling Allistaire and the others towards Lialda and further from the sergeant's ears, the brawler first answers him. Yes, it's a fine idea... As much as I would want to have some alcohol in my system right now. Omast is a good man, and he was clean for almost an year. I fear this lapse will... Like any little lapse would... Pull him right back. - and he gestures with both arms in a pulling motion. He then turns to the witch. I see your point. - he says, turning his head to Omast, then back to her - And maybe whoever assigned him to do it, also sees it. Yet, I don't see any new bottles on him. I myself find that some hard work for long hours without replenishing my mugs is one way to sober up. Finally, Agatsu scratches his chin. Unless, of course, we have something to control the... Poison... In his system, of at least a very cold bucket of water. Regardless, if we are to get him sober to make more sense, then we might have to stay here and wait for it to run its course.
I'm finally able to get back in as well.
Agatsu approached silently the sergeant. He never, in his lifetime, imagined the situation would inverse like that - but ever since the murder, he hasn't drank, and his friend, sober for an year, is now on this situation. The large man looked at Omast with understanding, and not condescending. He let their eyes cross and stare, before sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. As my companions said... We're trying to get to the root of it all. - he finally broke the silence, now not looking directly at Omast anymore - Your help would be appreciated.
Agatsu stays by Sylvar, shaking his head in agreement with the rogue - the brawler particularly liked the approach to say that it's important to keep him safe.
Best of luck on your future endeavors, Aradesh! JasonX, if you need the help, I can look over the submissions and send suggestions (or, I can reach out to people that play with me on other games to build something to play here with us).
Let's get moving. - says Agatsu, shaking his head in agreement.
So, this hirer of yours just handed you the coins without any warranty you'd carry the job? - asked Agatsu, not too confident - You know, it'd be customary to get half the coins before, half after the job. The half-orc was such a trusting benefactor! The large man approached the assassin menacingly. Unless, of course, you still have the other half to receive... And a place to meet to receive the new bag of coins. Right?
Agatsu steps up to flank with Alistaire and attacks the enemy with his sledgehammer, already in Shikigami Style.
Agatsu doesn't like to be in that situation - prone, with the assassin in top of him - and simply tries to stand up, even if this means being attacked. As he stands up, he pulls anything he can use as a weapon - even a chair! Adopting his shikigami style, as he stands up, he swings the improvised weapon against the assassin by him.
Agreed, young one. - says Agatsu towards Kilien, probably barely realizing she's likely older than him, at least in absolute terms - Let's get some rest and depart again first thing in the morning. Considering the attack we suffered, however, maybe all of us should be sharing rooms and doing shifts through the night.
We might still have time today to talk to her if we press. - said Agatsu, looking to the skies to estimate the time - About Katrezra, though... Even if he didn't skip town, we should probably give some priority to find him. Not only he may be in some sort of danger, but the whole coincidence of his disappearance does sound suspicious and could ar least indicate he knows something.
Yes... - says Agatsu, agreeing with his companions - ... Where can we find Katrezra?
And... We'd like also to inspect the body, if possible. - says Agatsu, complementing Aradesh. He, himself, didn't know much anything about inspecting bodies or finding evidence from them, but he heard there were even some clerics able to speak with the recently dead, and was clueless on how capable his companions were. He was simply bringing it out because they insisted on "going to the body soon", despite the fact that in his practical mind, the dead shouldn't be moving from one day to the other, but the living very likely will do so.
Very well. Let's all march together to inspect the body. - the large human completed, as he dropped his sledgehammer above his shoulder and started moving.
I think you're right, Aradesh... Brinya should likely be our next stop. And we can talk to others tomorrow - especially after we crossed path with that weird pack o'wolves. - says the brawler, silently nodding to thank Sara for her help.
I don't remember Urnsul myself... But we should find her. Would you have an address or wherever she was living? - asks Agatsu.
G'afternoon, Sara. - Agatsu greets her heartily - Always happy to be here, but unfortunately not due to good news as you well know. The large man walks cleaning up his weapon, as Aradesh speaks. We have also the hopeknife that killed Rodrik. - he finally completes, almost as if hearing the skies whisper on his ears, before producing such weapon.
Agatsu pulled his sledgehammer with both hands and immediately moved towards one of the wolves. It was visible - now that combat started - that she adopted his strangely exotic shikigami stance, getting a special grip on the improvised weapon. God forsaken wolves! Gotta enjoy our luck, huh.
Scat, you bunch of overgrown fleabags! - he yells at them, as he pulls back the sledgehammer.
Agatsu approaches with stern steps. Despite all that, and his usual grumpy manners, the kellid smiles openly to Sara - she always treated him well, and Agrit, her companion, was a sort of a pariah like him - she didn't leave Janderhoff in good terms. Dwarves also had a great predilection for good ale, so he felt he was in good companion.
We can split too. Feel free to go to the smith with the elves. I can take Lialda and Alistaire to go talk to Brinya. - says Agatsu, not a fan of wasting much time - Let's meet back here when we wrap.
Melira? - inquires Agatsu, scratching his head - Now we have a name. And a motive, it seems... Whomever is this "Melira"'s lover. Other preparations... It sounds to me as if Rodrik poked at some bee nest, and something else might be going on as we speak.
@GM: My apologies for asking it so late (and let me add, "pretty please"), but could I switch Agatsu to be a brawler instead of a monk? The entire build is pretty much the same, but I think with the Elephant in the Room rules, the brawler will work a lot better. We didn't have any combats yet and just a few rolls, and the character is very similar in skills etc.; I put a tentative sheet here in the profile for you to compare. I will lose mostly in defenses and some of the "special toys" monk gain, but it will be thematically closer to what I wanted to do (the drunk dude hitting people with his tankard) and the damage will scale better beyond level 6-12. Thanks again!
Agatsu picks up the key, but holds before moving to the suspicious guest's room, waiting for Aradesh and Alistaire.
So... No name? - says Agatsu, a little shocked with their finding - What can you remember of that man? Give us details. Where is he now? Agatsu approaches her firmly, looking around for his companions' reactions.
Hm. - Agatsu grunts, looking at Aradesh and Alistaire - Well, I guess I better go inspect the room, then. Maybe the kids found something already. Hmmm... Or maybe I should take a look outside. The ex-monk holds a bit for his two companions.
Greetings, Cham. - says Agatsu in a low tone. The halfling certainly knew the ex-monk well, and the fact he was sober now was a clear sign of how serious he was taking the whole situation. Did anyone hear anything last night? Or saw anything obviously out of norm? - he asked the obvious questions, more interested in shaking his head around with curiosity.
Will do... - says Agatsu, not really investing much on answering Aradesh. The ex-monk was focused in his thoughts, and feeling particularly inefficient being sober. He looks at Alistaire with curiosity. He was one of the recent outsiders around, and in Agatsu's mind could very well even be the culprit! Same goes for the strange short elf, Kilien. Yet, the authorities seemed to trust them even to help investigate.
Hi team! I will be travelling for the upcoming days for work (yes, irk! In Covid times!) and should be back by Friday. I'll try to keep an eye here and update as possible, but don't let me hold the action if I slow down a little bit. Cheers!
Agatsu wakes up to the news, shockingly shaking his head. Rodrik looked perfectly fine in the night before! While he found it all fishy, he couldn't really counter the fact that a dead man with cut wrists definitely look like a suicide. A murderer would probably try to kill him a lot faster to prevent cries for help - a good knife in the neck could do the trick, and still give him an agonizing end if the goal was so. Yet, he pushed himself to go around the roped off building. He doubted the militia would let him any close to the body or the scene. In his mind, Rodrik was a friend, and he wouldn't want his death to go without investigation or simply dismissed as a suicide... As painful as it was for him to admit things seemed to suggest it.
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