"Let me handle the Watch. As a slightly-unofficial apprentice lawman myself, I know how to talk to them. Now where do you suppose we can find some witnesses to the explosion?"
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"I suppose we interview the witnesses. That's what they do in the penny dreadfuls, at least." -Posted with Wayfinder
"Good idea. I'd hate to start the investigation without my beauty sleep." -Posted with Wayfinder
"I learned those business cards were a bad investment; they didn't even remember MY name. Also, we may want to start the investigation with the 'ortham brothers." -Posted with Wayfinder
"OK, where's the nearest paper boy? I want to see what they said about me." -Posted with Wayfinder
Benris visibly deflates. "Oh. I see. Well then, I'm sure it'll all come out in the papers soon enough. Where should we start?" -Posted with Wayfinder
"It would be my absolute pleasure, sir! Would this then make us, ah, honorary members of the Watch?" -Posted with Wayfinder
As soon as the other man leaves, Benris stands again and offers his hand. "Benris, Benris Carr. Maybe you've heard of me? A pleasure to meet you sir!" -Posted with Wayfinder
"Well, that's a blow to the ol' ego. At least we have all their money to console us. Which way out now?"
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Benris trods on the body of the assassin leader as he gets in position to clean up the rest of the group.
Benris continues to unload his weapon into the assassin leader. vs. touch
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Benris decides not to fix what isn't broken, and takes another shot at the assassin leader.
Benris steps to the side for a clearer shot, rotates to a new barrel, and takes another shot at the lead assassin.
Benris steps forward and takes aim at the lead assassin.
Benris reloads the two shots he fired. -Posted with Wayfinder
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Benris takes aim at a rat, for maximum damage. -Posted with Wayfinder
"I hear it too. Be alert." -Posted with Wayfinder
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"Is there a reason you expect us to be waylayed down here? I say we get out quickly rather than quietly. Now, who has a light? I can't see a thing." -Posted with Wayfinder
Benris dusts himself off and coughs up the dirt he breathed out on the way down. "Well, I guess we'd better get back up top and see what happened. I'm sure Captain Ironfoundersson would appreciate some help in making sense of the scene."
"Alright, clear the way!" Benris shouts as he pushes his way through the crowd. "This is a potential crime scene, so everyone back away! And nobody better leave either! We're going to need statements from everybody, and probably search your personal effects. This building is sealed off!" Benris waves his gun around, pointing it at the crowd to emphasize his points, and the crowd lurches aside to stay out of the line of fire.
"Rosie, how delightful to see you! I must say, I didn't realize you were interested in such pursuits. Perhaps you'd like to see my hardware? I've spent many long, lonely nights working toward its completion." -Posted with Wayfinder
Benris circulated through the party, chatting up anyone and everyone who would listen. "Hey, nice to see you. Love your hair, by the way. Have you heard about the work we've been doing? Brilliant stuff if I do say so myself. The name's Benris Carr; tell your friends!"
Faldus weaves his way through the crowds of Kenabres, but in truth it's not that difficult, because the crowds give him a wide berth. His abyssal heritage is apparent in his features, but he pays no attention to their looks. No one's opinion mattered except Master's, and he lies rotting in a Sarkorian field. He stumbles to the nearest vendor, surrounded by revelers, and digs through his pockets for the few coins he managed to scavenge from the bodies before he was chased off by quasits. He was eventually rescued by another troop of soldiers, but they tossed him aside once he was within the city walls, with barely a word. "I need something to drink," he says with a dry, croaking voice. "Is this enough?"
Answer: Kergal would of course search out the bath houses of any new town he arrived in, and on those occasions where he passed through an area with no such businesses or bodies of water, he would carry a custom-made tank with him on a cart.
Kergal is used to the stares and suspicion of the land-based people he meets, and this only further spurs him on to attempt to redeem himself in the eyes of his people, in the hopes of returning some day. But in his experience, fellow warriors quickly respect him as an equal once they see him fight alongside them.
Here's the backstory for my Merfolk Barbarian Background: Kergal was a rising star in the guard of a Merfolk kingdom far from the reaches of the land-based civilization. However he had a reputation for brash behavior, and it was often debated whether he would survive to be promoted a position of any high authority. Once, while romancing an aristocrat's daughter, he took her to an area known to be frequented by blood-thirsty dire sharks, in order to impress her with his bravery. However they were attacked by larger numbers than he imagined, and he barely escaped with his life. The girl was not so lucky. He was subsequently banished from the kingdom for life, and could find no home in any other Merfolk community. Instead, he is forced to live above the water, and is trying to make his way in Almas. There he finds a mysterious offer of employment, which might just be what he needs...
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