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Seeing the beast appear Desdemar exclaims, realising he can't fire his longbow at the creature for fear of hitting Cei he strides into the room raising his tankard and gestures as to toss the contents on the creature "May his libation be a scourge to you, beast"
"I wonder, what are the chances that this room is responsible for the collapse and the carnage outside? Whilst I'm as curious as the rest of you as to whatever this is but..." his minds wanders as he studies the contraption and attempts to determine its purpose
"Agreed, we should see what's hidden here. Someone has gone to great lengths to seal off and hide this area of the tower. I wonder what it is they are trying to hide..." As Sabrine pulls the level Desdemar has his bow in hand and is intently watching where the door will open.
"I do not like this, there are an awful lot of cells here. Why would some of them have been sealed off behind such thin walls?" he pauses for a moment, lost in thought, before returning to the matters at hand and gesturing to the wooden door "It seems likely that as this section of the tower was barricaded the room ahead will be empty, but before we go through let me see if anything can be heard beyond that door. It's possible those walls were built to keep something in..." Desdemar moves quietly to the door and places his ear against it, listening for any sounds beyond.
Desdemar joins the party at the two new openings "Best to leave that door stuck until we plan to pass through it. I wonder, perhaps these corridors are somehow linked or leading to the same room. Should we scout each in parallel or proceed through the same one together? The corridor looks fairly narrow, I can cast my light on an item held by whomever will lead and cover you with a bow?"
As Sabine's song washes over him Desdemar ponders "A song of courage as we tackle these beasts, I wonder if Cayden Cailean himself had such luxuries". Desdemar steps forwards insiting "Back foul beast!" and deftly strikes with his rapier at the centipede threatening Sabine .
Desdemar holds the illuminated tankard high as his eyes rake the room, attempting to identify the creatures as they scurry towards the party.
Drawing his blade Desdemar tries to embolden his allies "Don't let the fact they are uglier than us intimidate you, we have the advantage here!". Rapier in one hand and tankard in the other Desdemar feels the courage of Cayden Cailean rising within him "May the Guidance of the Drunken God flow from this tankard into you" he proclaims as he clanks his illuminated tankard against the armour on Yngvilda's shoulder, casting Guidance on her. Guidance: Guidance: The creature gets a +1 competence bonus on a single attack roll, saving throw, or skill check. It must choose to use the bonus before making the roll to which it applies.
Desdemar gives Sabine a sympathetic smile "No need to apologise Sabine, it's already in the past. Once we've helped her here the Baroness won't hold a grudge." Desdamar scrambles up the ramp after the others and follows them down the trap door into the debris strewn room. Before descending into the darkness he casts light on the tankard strapped to his belt and holds it aloft in his off hand - "I'll walk by you and light the way Yngvilda". Once down he casts the light about the room, over the scaled bodies and debris Once done he'll join Yngvilda by the trapdoors "Well then - up, or down?"
As the party approach the crumbled tower Desdemar joins in with the efforts to find any injured innocents and townsfolk.
When he realises the absence of law enforcement he looks to the deputies as they falter in their duties .
Desdemar is preparing to stride over and knock on the wizard's door when the undertaker steps up. As the Baroness and her son address the party he tries to weigh them up . "Well met my lady, you are quite correct in your assessment. We are indeed a capable group and I'd be happy to help investigate these occurences. What can you tell us of Hunclay? Are they the only wizard in the town? We met a young wizard in the Wise Piper's Inn mere moments ago, said his name was Morkai. I wonder if he knows Hunclay."
Having recognised the sound and pinpointed its direction Desdemar stood and downed his drink in silent toast to Cayden Cailean before confidently strapping his belt with rapier and quiver on and stowing his bow, thinking to himself "Probably won't need these, but better with me than left behind. I always feel better with a Caydenite blade to hand." Desdemar is half way to the door with Galandram and Yngvilda "The Luck Drunk approves of your bravery fellows, let's see if there's any in need of help. Sabrine, be safe - we'll start investigating, meet us when you can."
Desdemar smiles at Talia "I must say again, we are most grateful for your generosity Talia. Blessings of the Lucky Drunk be upon you and your inn. My name is Desdemar and I am but a simple sellsword, my plans remain the same - right wrongs where I can, earn money to keep my tankard full and spend more time in a bed than on the ground outside." Turning to the wizard Desdemar raises his tankard in toast "Morkai is it? Well met. Join us in our discussion if you please."
Desdemar stands by almost bemused as Silas first tries to apportion blame and then is arrested. He speaks to the local law keepers: "We've no intention of hindering your investigations, we're just out here trying to do honest work." looking at the small village and wondering whether the small unit here are the entirety of the village's law keepers he continues "In fact, once your investigations conclude Sabrine and the rest of us are innocent of any smuggling perhaps, as Galandram suggests, you could help us ascertain whether anyone in the village has a need of some guards? Merchants passing through, or the like?" Turning to the party he tries to lighten the mood: "Well, it's not quite the excitement I'd expected on this journey. The payment did seem too good to be true, but at least we get to visit an Inn again sooner than we anticipated. Right?"
Desdemar unaware of any reason not to comply drops his pack to the ground and places his longbow on top for inspection. In the process he hears Galandram's message and, sensing the tone of caution in his voice, opts to leave his rapier in its sheathe and takes a step back from his mound of belongings on the ground and towards where Silas sits atop the caravan: "Do you need a hand down, friend?" as he offers assistance Desdemar will search Silas' face for orders or signs of trouble.
A young man saunters over from the bar carrying six ales in over-stretched fingers. He's dressed in fine, if plain, attire - clothes of natural tones are covered by a tan studded leather jerkin with silvery burnished studs. A basket-hilted rapier hangs from his hip and his pack has an unstrung longbow strapped to it. His neat beard surrounds an easy smile as he approaches the table. "Well met compatriots, the names Desdemar!" as he greets the party he places tankards of ale in front of each person "I don't know about you but I'll relish a real bed this eve, though I confess the journey has been dull enough that I almost feel I haven't earned it. I'm not sure what the next leg has in store, but with the fee we're being paid I can't imagine it's to be as easy as the journey thus far..." he reaches a soft-skinned hand to each person in turn and requests their names.
Desdemar Salvus, inquisitor of the accidental god, reporting for duty. |
