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"Right, let's put everything on the dock and we can divvy everything up I guess." Dreqar speaks in a low tone, his eyes still going to the severed head. "I agree we need to go back..if anything...I mean...if this is...I think she deserves a proper funeral." He struggles to find the right words, but still makes the point.
Dreqar looks to Mercy and her tone, trusting the paladin more then Lamm's own words, he turns to see Waydon with Zellara's head. "That...but she..." He looks over at Veklen to see if the fellow magi was as shocked as he was. "Right...finish it...but I'm not going anywhere. We all need to see this done." he spoke as he he thought about Zellara and his dream before that. Twin maybe...surely he couldn't of got her and beat us here. And to get so close to each of us, without us knowing.
I see both sides of the arguement, but once Lamm talks, and he gets his answer, he wouldn't stop Waydon, In fact Dreqar would be okay with a more literal disarming, and dislegging, before turning him over. Which satisfys both camps.
"Waydon wait." Dreqar yowls in frustration as Mercy and Kishta try to stop him. "I really don't care if you kill him or not, but I want my answers first...we all deserve answers. I have waited to long, so for now just hold, please."
Dreqar picks ups the Falchion, and then wipes the blood off of it, on the dead half orc. He then turns to Lamm and pats the flat of the large blade in his palm. "What I want to know Lamm is why you took my Vensi away from me?" The catfolks ears folded down and his face was a snarl. His ginger tail was fluffed out and swinging in agitation. He kept starting for another question, but couldn't quite bring himself to ask if it was Lamm himself, or a hired goon, or even a child, forced into it. Though the way his eyes kept darting to Mercy, Kishta, and Veklen and back to Lamm showed his mind was turning wheels.
Seeing Veklen and Waydon searching and keeping Lamm down, Dreqar goes over to the bodyguard and searches the corpse. Perception "Might as well see what we got here."
Search Lamm until the only thing on him is his shirt and pants. Level 2:
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Dreqar swings at the passing half orc desperatly trying to stop his attack on Arianna, but cringes as he can't put any force behind the blade. He watches the others finish the brute off, and turns to Gustag to watch him heal Arianna. When Gustag heals her he breathes a sigh of relief. "Remind me I owe you two drinks good dwarf." the catfolk sheathes his sword and turns to more pressing bussiness with Lamm.
Seeing Gaedren go down puts a dark smile on Dreqar's lips, injured still he steps in front of Arianna putting his body inbetween the halforc and her. "Your boss is as good as dead, do you really want to join him? Your kinda outnumbered here." the catfolk taunts.
"You dirty, cheating scum." He taunts towards Lamm before looking at the wound Dreqar gives a look of concern with the bolt stuck into his arm, coupled with the pain from before, he grits his teeth and moves towards Gustag. "Not to be a bother but could someone pull this thing out of my arm?"
Dreqar moves in as soon as the way is clear, he wastes no time in targeting Lamm with a Ray of Frost spell vs. touch
Dreqar enters as the fight starts. "Gaedren! You scum, I'll pull your hide off." He snarls, rapier in one hand and moving his hand to ready a spell.
"I didn't hear anything, but let's not wait. If we all attack here and now, he shouldn't get a chance to escape."
Dreqar smiles softly at the sight of the kids and watches Veklen move off, intent on following him, but still not wanting to scare the children, he sheathes his rapier. And lets the others talk as he thinks to himself. Vensi...I hope I'm doing this right.
"Well no time like the present." Dreqar readies a spell and draws his rapier falling in line behind Waydon to support him.
"I say we help you out Mr. Kegswiller, the more the merrier as the saying goes." Dreqar grinned and looked to Veklen, "Nah Vek, you know that stuff is too heavy for me." the catfolk moved his arm back and forth, still feeling the heavy sting from where he was hit. His face showing a twinge of pain. "If no one wants them, I'll take the vials though.
Dreqar stares at his new wand of Acid Splash for a moment before tucking it away. "Yeah Veklen, tie em' tight. If they tell us everything and it checks out...might not tell the guard..." he shrugs as if not making a promise, but trying to be nice.
Dreqar steps up to the wand wielder and takes the wand off the body. "Don't think you'll be needing this."
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Dreqar sheathes his sword and moves his fingers back and forth as if contemplating a spell, "I would listen to this man here. Unless you want to be flayed alive." The catfolk smirks and taps his claws against the wall.
Dreqar grunts being hit so hard bringing the seriousness of the fight to him, he quickly taps his fingers along his blade bestowing his power, (arcane pool: swift action +1 enhancement for 1 minute) then turns on his attacker and snarls out a magic missle spell while lashing out with his charged rapier.
Dreqar moves behind Waydon and stares at the person in the doorway in front of him. "Oh hello there." He cheerfully addresses the guy infront of Waydon and then casts his Acid Splash cantrip on the guy.
Congrats Waydon.
"Call my friend a b~!*~ one more time" Dreqar threatens as his ears flatten down he runs two fingers down the blade of his rapier, tapping into his arcane pool, enchanting his blade. He walks up to the hurt half orc and strikes at him.
Hooray Crit!
extra damage
I'm glad there is no version of the ASPCA in Golarion
"Oh well..." Dreqar speaks in a way that sounds like he is enjoying the moment to finally strike at one of Lamm's goons.
Half orc: fire
Dreqar kicks open the door with a grin and looks at the half orc. "Surrender now or you and your fido are ash."
Dreqar lends in close to whisper in Khista's ear. "I'll differ to your wisdom on this, since you know Lamm better, but say the word and I'll go in right with you...you take the dog."
Dreqar holds still, he listens to the sound of the snoring and whine of the dog. Why did it have to be a dog? he thought as he slinked to the door and looked to Kishta and the door, nudging the door with the point of his boot to see if it was locked.
Dreqar creeps inside keeping his rapier out in front of him, his right hand twitched, ready to make the neccessary motions for a spell.
Get well soon Theanna.
Dreqar bounds for the door following Waydon without another word.
Dreqar felt his hands tighten, a mix of trepidation and anxienty flowed through him, as Zellara read the harrow. Thousands...depend me...Oh Vensi, are you wanting me to do this?...Protect them... he thought. At Waydon's word he jumped and was on his feet, ready to follow the guard out, he turned quick on his heel and bowed politely to Zellara. "Thank you Ma'am, for your hospitality, the information, and the harrowing." He rocks up on his tip toes and back to his heels, "I'd like to no longer wait, for better or worse. The longer we stay idle there is a greater chance he will move on his own, not to mention the longer he is free the greater the chance he will endanger the children."
Thanks a bunch, and yes. I spent the day at Carowinds with my sister. I also got a suit of chainmail armor with helmet from my folks, so it was a great day.
Dreqar hums to himself as he thinks about which one to take, moving his hand over and taking a card slowly and carefully.
Dreqar grins, that almost happy 'predator' grin as she tells him about Lamm's whereabouts. "Finally, I want to look him eye to eye." the catfolk clenches his free hand into a fist. "We should go now, and strike at him before he gets wind of us knowing this information."
Dreqar's features twisted in a look of honest apology when Arianna spoke, his heart going to his throat, as he thought of how to pull his metaphorical foot out of his mouth. "My apologizes ma'am I'm....I'm sorry for your loss." Looking to Waydon he takes a seat at the table, and let's out a sigh. "Veklen knows this story as well, but I am Dreqar Soriano, Catfolk, and student at the Acadamae here. There I meet a beautiful Evoker named Vensi, and we got close, she was the light of my life, made every morning a good one, and I had every intention of taking her as my wife once we graduated." he tears a little,"Guards found her stabbed to death, at first the finger's pointed to my...friend...here...but then things got complicated, and all I know is Lamm sold her ring, the ring I gave her to some, dredge of a backshop peddler merchant. I need to find him, I need to know if he did it, or the name of the person that did it for him. He will pay one way or another." He rested his chin on his fingers.
Dreqar cast a sideways glance at Waydon as the man unsheathed his sword. "Relax, friend." he holds up his card and lets him look at it. "I'm a catfolk, I assure you my kind is honorable...on the majority..." he smirks and and listens to Waydon talk about his boy. The smirk fades fast from his feline face. "Either Lamm or someone that works for him took the light of my life from me. I know what it's like to lose the someone you love." He waits until Veklen shows up, at first he didn't recognize his old friend the months having given the half orc some more then usuable roughness to his features. But when he spoke there was no mistake. "Veklen." The word came out as a hiss, and Dreqar's ears folded down and back, a clear sign of the anger he felt. His hand went to his rapier's hilt as he listened to Veklen explain himself. "All I know is your name came up a bit, and then witness turns up gutted. Even if some poor sap took a drop for that, it still seems all too convienant. Especially since the word going around is the sap had nothing to do with it." Dreqar took his hand off his sword Wonder just how much Lamm paid you he shook the thought from his head with disgust. So many questions, and accussations filtered through his mind, he wanted to curse Veklen, but instead found himself speaking. "There is bread and drink under the table" with that he turned back to look at the tapestry turning his back to his former friend. Dreqar's ginger tail thrashing like a mad cobra.
Dreqar steps in behind the Varisian woman and looks at the other three already there. He gives a short bow and looks at the tapestries. He inhaled the smell of incense and felt his fur stand on end, a feeling that he attributed to nerves. He looks at Arianna's harrow card. "I'm guessing we all have a card. Quite a fancy way to send an invite." He stares at the image of the creature juggling the hearts. I would hate to have to tangle with whatever that is.
Dreqar sits on the edge of his bed staring long and hard at the card and the message. At first he feels unnerved that someone could slip into the Acadamae and into his room without raising suspsicion, but he can't help feeling like this was the break he needed. This is going to be my best chance. He starts to prepare his spells, using the harrow card as an impromtu bookmarker. Then gets ready for the day. Actions: Spell prep: 1st: Burning Hands, Magic Missile Cantrips: Detect Magic, Acid Splash, Ray of Frost Once I complete my days study I head out looking for the house K.Local As soon as I know I head directly there.
Dreqar's reaction to the dream:
Dreqar wakes up in the Acadamae's dorm screaming Vensi's name, he sits up and pants as his heart thumps in his chest. He trys to rationalize it as a normal dream, but he can't convince himself of it. It was to vivid and the words Vensi spoke. "Protect them" he whispers to himself, and finds his hand on his rapier's hilt. He silently wondered who Vensi would want him to protect. Dreqar spends most the early morning and afternoon in the Acadamae, debating theory, demostrating his knowledge and listening to more experienced spellcasters, like any normal student. Normally he would do with an outgoing enthusiasm, but nowadays he does alot this half heartedly, his thoughts preoccupied with finding Veklen and Lamm. At night he often wonders a specific district looking for trouble of the sort that might be connected to Lamm. He eavesdrops on guards and frequents Inns looking for clues.
I think combining the to would be great. When Veklen was at the Acadamae, he was friendly and scholarly. He would have definitely been sympathetic to anyone who had to work hard to get in. Veklen could have been friends with Dreqar before the murder (thus making me an easy target for Lamm to frame). what do you think?How would you feel towards me after the murder? After the fisherman changed his story? That does sound interesting since Dreqar was out going and quite open to people. He has never believed in knowledge is power, guard it well, so he has probably shared and debated with Veklen on what spells work best, since Dreqar's is almost all offense orientated, Veklen only has Shocking Grasp and the rest of his spells seem to be support buffs, and Color Spray. Veklen being stronger, and Dreqar being more dex based also kinda lends to the idea they may of been friends but probably have different viewpoints on how to fight and use spells in combat. Finding out Velken being fingered as the murderer, he would feel like the half orc had struck out at him for pointing said differences out. If the fisherman changed his story, he'd still want to get at Velken if anything just to find out what he knew, even though he'd probably accused Velken of working for Lamm, unless proven otherwise. Mikhal's hanging would further muddy the issue. Since the way it reads is the person that fingered Velken for Vensi's murder is killed, Mikhal is framed for that killing. And Arianna has cleared her brother's name after the fact. So he'd ask Velken about that death too, even if he had no knowledge of it.
Checking in, and yeah I like both ideas about me and Velken. Maybe combine the two a little.
Dreqar pulled up a chair at Gellius's advice, sitting in it backwards to give his tail ample room to swing back and forth, while resting his arms on the back. Before he is able to say more he listens to Kishta's chastizing and feels his ears burn a little, a sign of embrassment. He wasn't used to the seeder underworld still, having spent more time in a classroom then on the streets. "Ma'am...forgive me but that....creature...has to pay, revenge is all I have left. If not on the creature, then who? He speaks in a lower more subdued voice to Kishta.
Dreqar looks over to Tyldric, with an almost predatory smile and raises his mug of ale as well, and drinks, still savorying the best ale he had drank in a while, especially since the Acadamae didn't provide for such...indulgences. "That rat has an answer to a question I'd like an answer to, and I'll roast him from sole to scalp to get it." Dreqar frowns a little thinking about Vensi, the beautiful love of his life. Her blonde hair, the dark blue eyes, the smell of her perfume, that he swore he could still smell in his book, all of it came to his mind at that moment. He then picks up his ale and sips it again, and he realizes he is gripping the mug so tightly it's shaking. "He took the most beautiful creation I ever had the pleasure of knowing from this world. I want to know why." The catfolk growls at the end, putting a point on his desires. |
