Fenthis Deathsteel wrote:
Fenthis will ask around a bit to see if he can find Isadora and then approach her location.
The inquiry leads him to getting an address and some directions, but as he turns on to the street a loud sound, like thunder, can be heard.
Arqran Tanin wrote:
"I'm afraid the mark of the name is lost on a simple being like m'self. Perhaps y'd enlighten me? I'd also be want to know any sort of gainful employment for those that call themselves adventurers, if by chance ya know." He raises one crest-like brow in question of the name and straightens his clothes, needing something to fidget on.
"I don't know about any employment opportunities for the folks that go about getting in trouble and fixing it anymore myself, but who knows, maybe it'll find you. At least that's how it worked when I was a lass. As for the name... Well, Belhaim is the family name of this region's most famous dragon slayer..." Bassy trails off as thunder echoes through town despite the clear skies. "Well, hatchling, looks like opportunity came a'calling."
The first of his group to enter the Wise Piper, Krish seeks an empty table and beckons for the innkeeper or one of the serving girls to come over.
Though she is a bit wary of the lizard and tribal wear, a serving girl does take Krish's order and comes back in a short amount of time. There's even a bit of scraps for the strange, winged lizard. Not long after that, Ruarc shows up with an announcement the whole tavern hears.
Ruarc, Son of Chaac wrote:
Ruarc busts into the inn all of a sudden, his green armor shining off of the sunlight behind him. He eyed those present, passing the gnome and the servants. Stopping by the dragon man, he gave a deep frown, his booming voice not even trying to be subtle, "I, Ruarc, have heard such dire news! These peoples' druid has gone missing. We must find them and return the rain to this land!" His face held no nonsense and it was quite chiseled. His eyes, they burned like righteous lightning!
Only a mere few seconds after Ruarc's loud news, the sound of thunder rolls through town, earning a brief chuckle or two from the other patron's of the Wise Piper.
Everyone hears the thunder at the same time, and succeeding at a DC 15 Perception check allows you to realize that the sound you thought was thunder actually sounded more akin to an avalanche.
Ruarc, Son of Chaac wrote:
The farms seem split down the middle between those that raise animals and those that harvest vegetation. More than one is pretty glad for any help Ruarc can give though, and most give the same response if asked about why.
“Our local druid and his wife were due back by here over two months ago, but no one's seen them. I think they took a wrong turn or came upon something nasty—though what could be scary enough to give them trouble I'd rather not think about!”
Krish watches the men take his former employer away, then shrugs and turns toward town, tapping an irritated staccato in counterpoint to his stride, "I will be at the Wise Piper."
While no one seems to mind the strangely dressed and decorated half-orc too much, there are plenty that stare when they think you won't notice. At least one of the younger children out with their parents that see Krish attempt, to their paretns' chagrin, to use dirt or mud to draw markings on themselves to copy his.
Fenthis Deathsteel wrote:
"I guess I'll meet you all there then." Fenthis heads into town and stops a guard to ask them where they post jobs at in this city.
While jobs seem rather sparse, there is a reward posted by one Isadora Malak for the return of her daughter, Bophre Malak, who seems to have gone missing.
Aqran Tanin wrote:
While the likes of Krish may get a few glances and stares, people seem strangely uncomfortable talking or even being near to Aqran. Many make excuses to leave, but one gnomish woman(hair pink save for a few lines of dark green) seems unperturbed and readily greets him back.
“Name's Bassy, young dragonkin. What brings the likes of you to this ol' town of all places? Dont'cha know how the town got it's name?”
"I'm to take him and all his property to the next town to check everything and anything he has to see if it's smuggled goods, has a hidden compartment, or the like. If it's any consolation, there's rumor he works in counterfeit coins too." The Sheriff explain as his men drag Silas Grib back and begin readying the caravan to leave. "Tell you what though, the Wise Piper Inn is a good place for the price if you need a place to stay. Just don't cause trouble and folks around here will treat you kindly enough."
Things had gone so well on the last job. Clearing out some bandits and even bringing done a rabid wererat gave you some minor fame in town and earned the attention of caravan owner, Silas Grib, about working for him as caravan guards. After fighting for your life it seemed like an easy job and you'd get to travel by caravan instead of on foot!
As the town of Belhaim comes into view, however, you get the feeling the easy job might be over quickly and your payment not coming. Greeting you just outside the city is a rather imposing man and a few others.
"Silas Grib, you're under arrest for smuggling! Come peacefully and you might get out of jail quicker!" The man calls out loudly, causing your employer to jump from his caravan and run back towards the treeline. He's caught by the guards rather quickly and manacled before he can get far. The leader then turns to you, looking you up and down. "Are you in league with Grib? Don't try to lie now or things will only get worse!"
A few people are being checked over by Dr. Gale, but they don't have anything more than minor scrapes or bruises. Everyone listens to Axel, though whether it was the gun, his wings, or just his cop demeanor is unclear.
The other people around the monument are just as surprised at the new changes. Some stand in awe of what's happened, others sink to the ground and sob into their hands, and still others start cursing angrily. Some even take off running.
Gerald stumbles over to Elise, unsteady with his newfound height and fluid movemets. Half-elf.
"Mom's gonna... freak when she finds out I need new clothes."
There was only time for every PC to have a conversation.
The air seems to change, becoming heavy, feeling weighed down with something. People start sitting down in the grass, holding their heads or stomach or just trying to stop shaking. Just as the weight in the air seems to have lifted, the worled seems to rip apart around!
Welcome to the Second Pulse, where you gain the full abilities of your race and class.
Evantually the boy makes his way over to Axel, the name tag on his white Pulse shirts reads 'Neal/Mâché37'.
"Hi. Name's Neal, but you can use my online name if you want. It's cool, seeing all the people Doc had as friends, isn't? Makes you realize you don't hear enough about all the good people in the world."
A few people stand out to Ace as he looks around. One young man, probably no more than sixteen, seems to be trying to talk to everyone at least once. Another, a younger looking girl, just leans against the monument and watches people. A man that looks to be in his mid-twenties also watches people, though he walks around and hovers around larger groups for a bit.
Gerald waves back to Elise and smiles, pointing her out to a few people. They don't seem to interested in her though. Maybe it's the wet scarf.
After it becomes apparent that no one else is showing up, Dr. Gale pulls a chair over in from of the monument and stands on it calling for everyone's attention.
"Everyone, we are here today to honor a man who wanted to help us all. A man who was brutally killed by one of the very people he was trying to help! Taken from us so soon, Dr. Rassmussen will never see his work completed. He was one of the best friends I've ever had, and my daughter's godfather. He was an amazing doctor in his field of study. Above all else, Dr. Rassmussen was a good person. Without him, the world is a little less bright. We must... we must all work hard... to brighten the world again. For him." Crying now, his daughter helps Dr. Gale down from the chair. After a moment of hesitation, someone else gets up on the chair and says a few words, and when they are done someone else steps up. It appears quite a few people are very sad Rassmussen is gone.
The monument has a pretty sizable crowd of people about it today, and little by littile, it becomes evident that almost everyone here, if not everyone, is one of the Pulsed. Teeth are a little to large, ears a little too long, and other small things give it away. One boy even appears to have a tail, though he never leaves it unhidden for long.
One surprise though, is that a man has managed to set up a booth and is giving out t-shirts, name tags(a few people are using their UnknownPower alias) and bottles of water with the help of a teenage girl who looks a bit like him.
Everyone seems to be having a good time actually meeting other people face-to-face for a change.
For the Doc
FireFingers: guess I'll see everyone one who is coming in a few days then
the_bleak: hope the park attacks are over by then,
Moonlit: I doubt it if it's one of us or a Pulsed animal
Mâché37: not anymore
For the Doc
^pointy_ears^: hey, just did a search online. Did anyone know that there was an Alice in Wonderland monument in Central Park? I haven't seen a white rabbit with a red coat on and a pocket watch(yet), but this Pulse pretty much threw us down the rabbit hole. sounds like the perfect place to meet for this.
Mâché37: because maybe we don't like the word freak?
FireFingers: Would "Pulsed" be better?
For the Doc
the_bleak: saturday works. noon good?
Two new topics appear online over the course of the day.
For the Doc
the_bleak: What if his killer shows up?
Mâché37: we could go during the day. I don't like the idea, but in broad daylight we might be a little safer.
^pointy_ears^: not liked we know who the killer was anyway. cops didn't even get the killer on camera
FireFingers: not much else to go on, but I got a bad feeling it's like one of us. Anyone know if the Pulse got animals too?
Aftershock211: like some mutt's got powers? yeah right
Mâché37: animals getting powers isn't possible, but people getting them isn't? makes no sense
^pointy_ears^: my mom's cat got really smart after the Pulse. Think the kitten this lady Doc Rass sent to live with us is the same. Not "it can do a lot of trick's" smart either. more like "it knows exactly what I'm saying" smart
Axel 'Ace' Arandorn wrote:
Axel pulls out his work phone, an older model cell phone that flips open, and hits '1' on the speed dial to call in to his precinct. "Hey Gary, I need a full crew down at the office of a Dr. Rassmussen. I have the scene sealed, and we need some statements taken."
"The crew is on the way."
Within minutes, a team from Axel's precint enters the building and goes into the doctor's room to process the scene. One officer steps aside to get statements from Elise, Feliks, Burne, and Alistiar.
Tried Googling how cops take statments, and I couldn't find anything. Just give the reason you came here, what you think the writing on the wall means, and if you have any information about anything strange happening around the office on any of your visits.
The instant Axel opens the door, it's clear why Dr. Rassmussen stopped messaging last night: he's dead.
His chest has a large hole in it, and his shirt around it is soaked with blood and some black liquid that has long since dried. The office is in a state of disarray like it was torn apart in the search for something.
Written on the wall in large, lopsided black letters is a chilling warning.
"ALL WHO WOULD STOP THE POWER WILL DIE!"
Axel 'Ace' Arandorn wrote:
Ace wakes up early, eating some cereal before heading downtown to Doctor Rasmussen's office. It takes a bit to walk to the office, and he arrives at around 9:30.
It's a nice day, albeit a bit cloudy. Upon arriving at the office building Dr. Rasmussen works at, Axel overhears a bit of conversation from some of the other people in the building.
"Strange for him to have a patient so early."
Elise Quartermaine wrote:
She frowned as she read the conversation about Dr. Rasmussen. She hoped he was okay. She bit her lip. Just one more thing that left her feeling powerless.
"You okay, Mrs. Q?" Gerald asks sleepily as comes out of his room and heads straight for the refrigerator. "Want some juice or something?
Wanted to see if the others were good to go, but I'm gonna move it on now.
During the night a new conversation starts online, and it seems strangely ominous.
Moonkin: Hey, anyone able to contact Doc Ras? Was talking in-chat about setting up an appointment, and then all I got was "Doc Ras is typing..." for the past hour.
Aftershock211: He's old, ain't he? Maybe he just fell asleep
the_bleak: are you sure? he didn't look tired when I saw him, and it was late then...