Hawk nods, agreeing with Lluvia's summation of events and watching the Baroness closely for her reaction.
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Nope, I just haven't had anything substantial to add to the IC conversations so I've been quietly reading along.
I'm still here.
"The bottle is the only magic I see. Appears to be a curative potion." While the group divvies up the items, Hawk puts on his pack, ready to move out.
Hawk, who's been silently puzzling over this wealth of odd information, steps up at Lluvia's words. He casts a spell and examines the goods she has laid out.
Hawk pulls a crowbar from his pack and quickly sets about tipping vats or prying vats open as needed.
I'm aware of that. But the alternative is using Magic Missiles and Arcane Bolts til I run out of spell energy - which isn't likely to kill him unless he has a glass jaw. So unless we can lure him down by pissing him off, I don't see a better option at the moment.
If he's got wings I might be able to bring him down to ground level next round... with a favorable miss chance roll.
Plus you have Blind-Fighting, so you get to re-roll your miss chance if you fail the roll the first time. Frat, how is Ilquis flying? Does he have wings?
"You're good with light. How do you feel about heat?" Hawk sends a lancing fan of flame toward the strange creature. BOOM:
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Hawk doesn't hesitate, weaving a spell even as he speaks, "Who brought you here, Imp? Name your master." He completes the spell and sends two bolts of energy lancing at the elusive creature. Then he releases a portion of the strange wooden object in his hand. From the length of wood he continues to hold, two lengths of wood linked by chain swing freely. He steps forward and tries to smear the runes of the magic circle with a foot.
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Hawk's eyes rise toward the ceiling. Curiouser and curiouser... He stands, smiles towards his unseen 'host', and summons up his courtly manners - useful in all sorts of awkward situations, according to his mother. "Greetings to you! I'm Hawkren and I thank you for your kind welcome. We are here looking for the Chandler. We were - we thought - reliably informed that we could find him or her here. Or do we have the wrong home?"
Hawk nods agreeably to the archaeologist, casts a distrustful eye on the vats, and says quietly, "Even cast in the most positive light, I find this scene disconcerting... Maybe the Chandler was working on magical candles to defeat the plague - and was using blood magic to do it. That seems possible and would explain this circle surrounding the candle-rack. But then someone put a hard stop to that, didn't they?"
Hawk tsks silently at what appears to be a blood ritual of some sort. He examines the scene and tries to recall if he knows anything about such a circle.
Having already secured the candle in his pack, Hawk gives the pale man a curious look. He slings the pack over his shoulder, "Should we need it, the candle will be right here. Unless you can light a taper faster than anyone else, I see no advantage in you carrying it. Shall we press on?"
Hawk collects the candle and stand while the others check the door.
It was a shameless waste of occult energy but Hawk wanted answers now regarding this candle. He utters an ominous phrase in the tongue of dragons and delves into the secrets of the items before him...
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"We've got the residue of magic here along with an eldritch candle and a lockbox. I would speculate the candle was used to summon those creatures, possibly as a trap to guard the lockbox." He pauses briefly, "At least that might explain this scene somewhat." Status: Spell Effects:
Hawk closes in on the crate containing a magic aura. He examines the crate cautiously for an obvious open side while he analyzes the eldritch aura more thoroughly. "There's something interesting within this crate. I'd suggest we leave it alone until we've finished up down here." He regards the dark cellar with a skeptical eye.
"Might be a victim of the trap. I thought I heard a fleshy thud just a moment ago."
Right, I'll switch that to 'Hot Bedroom Action'. :)
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Hawk lifts the bedding to show Lluvia the fine dagger resting there, before lowering the bedding again. He says quietly, "It isn't magical but it's well-crafted. Since we're here to find the chandler, I think it's best to leave it... especially with our prickly 'colleagues'." He rolls his eyes to emphasize his unstated point. Status: Spell Effects:
The Varisian scans the bedroom with both eldritch and mundane vision. It provides a useful way to steer clear of this storm of rival ideologies. He throws the new-new-comer a casual but friendly wave, not choosing to enter the conversational fray.
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Aw hell, go for full on craziness. Krasimir falls through the skylight none of us has noticed til now.
Hawkren draws an odd instrument from his belt - a set of capped wooden staves linked by chain. It looks like a collapsible ladder missing at least half the pegs necessary to make it useful. He gives Lluvia a curt nod indicating his readiness.
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Hawk listens to the pale man's cavil and makes another dreary mental note about an ersatz colleague. Turning his attention to matters of more interest, the Varisian tosses an appreciative nod towards the Kayal woman's weapon of choice, "Nice work with that. Thanks." He would have used her name but - quickly scrolling through his memory - he was reasonably certain that none save he and Lluvia had bothered sharing their names. Interesting what passes for civility here. He cat-foots over to watch Lluvia at work, observing her methods with interest, hoping to improve his own skills.
Hawk glances at Lluvia and responds quietly, "Nah. It broke the furniture more than anything else." He picks up a portion of the shattered wax face, examining it with curiosity before tucking the piece in a pouch in the bandolier slung across his chest.
As an afterthought, Hawk mumbles a quick spell. A lightly glowing field surrounds him. He explains, "Just in case there are more surprises in this 'simple chandlery'." Status: Spell Effects:
With relief, Hawk deftly side-steps the mannequin's strike - especially once he witnesses the monster's blow turn a table into kindling. Weighing the few good options, the Varisian presses his attack. He snaps a series of kicks to the creature's chest curious to see how much damage the mannequin can take... even as he prepares to switch tactics.
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Frat, should we post for Round 2 or are you going to bring Lluvia into the init cycle?
Ah, I see. You chose it through the Fey Magic (2 RP) alt human trait, presumably with Stealth as well.
Whatever floats your boat, DAA. I've heard that Midnight Mirror has some challenging combats, so your CON penalty may get a significant workout. :) FWIW, I glanced at your character sheet and noticed that it looks like you didn't include the AC Penalty for your armor on some skills. Also, unless I'm missing some twist, Pallys don't usually have Acrobatics as a class skill.
Hawk staggers briefly from the surprise blow then steps into the demented mannequin and drives an iron-hard elbow into it's head and follows it with a knife-edged hand strike aimed towards what passes for the creature's groin.
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And you do get a stat boost at 4th, so you could knock that up to an 8.
He rolls his eyes at Hawk. "Fine, just don't get in the way. We're trying to figure out what's going on here." Hawk leans cautiously against the edge of one of the dusty tables and cocks his head, appraising the other man's reaction. He says drily, "Interesting assumptions. I'll do my best to not trip you up." He nods toward the other door. "Lead on."
I think Praetorix is MIA and since Hawk doesn't know his position with the Umbral Court, that wouldn't factor into his thinking.
Just to clarify, that actually wasn't a threat. Quite the opposite. What I was saying is Lluvia and I were likely to be considered by the authorities as accomplices to the break-in since we clearly weren't going to report you. And given the LE nature of Nidal and the Kuthonite love for torture... we were hanging our asses out there by not calling for the constables immediately and we couldn't expect mercy from the law for just being 'witnesses'. My guess is the Nidal rule would be 'guilty by association'. That's why I commented we were beyond 'discretion' and clearly 'complicit' with what you were doing. Apologies if my meaning wasn't clear IC.
The Varisian raises an amused eyebrow at the young Kayal woman. He says lightly, "Oh, I think we're past discretion at this point. I'm not familiar with all the local laws here but I'm pretty sure we're now complicit in this... investigation." Hawk pokes his head curiously through the doorway, marveling at the sheer amount of wax in the shop. Erring on the side of caution, he mutters a quick spell and sweeps his eldritch gaze across the room.
'And what a terrific lookout I turned out to be...' She grumbles to herself. Behind him, the door creaks open loudly. Dario winces at the sound. LOL. Well played and well written, guys.
Oh, it's ON! :)
Rounding a corner and strolling into sight, along the same path as the elven woman - but a long stone's throw behind her - comes another interloper on the team's questionable endeavors. The olive skin, dark hair, and loose smile identify him as a Varisian. But his clothes peg him as a practical traveler - from his stained and worn boots up to the unkempt ponytail curtailing the excesses of his hair. As an after-thought, he deftly unties the simple leather thong holding his hair back, re-gathers his mane, and quickly reties it. Satisfied with his presentability for an introduction, the Varisian smiles genially. "Hiya. I'm Hawkren. Folks call me Hawk... well some folks, at any rate. It seems that we may all be here on related errands." He turns his keen, dark eyes on the creaking door the team appears to be shielding, "We going in there, or what?" The question is curious, not challenging, and the smile sits reassuringly on his face.
Works for me. So presumably the Baron sent out word when the curse/epidemic hit (and before he got demented), soliciting help and offering a reward of some sort. The odd epidemic and rumor of it being somehow related to the Fetchlings would be enough to pique Hawk's curiosity.
Frat' - are we all meeting up at the Chandlery? Do you have a plan to make that happen or should we drop some possible ideas on you?
Hi guys! Just wanted to say I'm looking forward to playing with y'all.
Great! Thanks.
I'll go with web bolt... it is fun to write up creepy descriptions of how it manifests. :) I'll tweak that bit now. I've updated Hawk's character sheet to be more legible and I tightened up his personality description. I'm pretty much done. Just let me know if I make the team. Thanks much for your consideration.
Hmmm... apparently Snowball is from People of the North, is that acceptable or should I look for a spell from the pre-approved sources list?
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