Hilde follows the others in, murmuring a prayer for the people who died here.
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Hilde backs up to join the rest of the party as Wild opens the door.
Hilde murmurs to the goblin, "Lots of them...depending on what sorts of parties and things make you happy. We can talk about it later."
Also unwilling to face lots of rats, Hilde nods. "Good plan, Robin." She steps forward and listens at the door across the hall.
Hilde looks puzzled. "I thought he was investigating a threat to the community here, and lost his hopeknife. Where did he say it was stolen?" She peers around, frowning. "And it was something he thought was too dangerous to even hint at to Brinya...he just said it was an investigation, and didn't say where."
Hilde drops to one knee beside the collapsing half-orc, pulling a healer's kit from her pack with practiced haste and tending to the poisoned rogue. "Stay with me, Vethorm."
Hilde steps up behind Vethorm and casts a healing spell on the rogue.
Hilde catches up with the retreating gnome and claps him on the shoulder. "Stay with us!"
Hilde continues to close.
"I've got your backs." Hilde marches forward stolidly, finishing next to Ranhild and Robin.
The dwarf makes sure that her holy symbol is out, just in case. "I'm ready to go."
"To be fair to Sara, if Katrezra told her where he was going and asked her not to tell anyone, she seems like the sort who wouldn't break their word to a friend without a very compelling reason. Yesterday we only had suspicions, but after at least one attack meant to stop us from investigating I think we have more than that today."
"I think we're better off talking to Sara first, getting as much information as possible before we go outside the walls."
Hilde thinks about that, then shakes her head. "Not necessarily. If he had food or drink in his room, the killer could have poisoned it during Ruby's Hopeknife party."
Hilde nods, her spell confirming her suspicions. She examines the body more closely, sniffing around the corpse's mouth where Vethorm indicated. "I know that smell.
Hilde smiles. "Knowing we were going to be investigating a body, I prepared that spell today." She murmurs a cantrip and examines the body for poisons.
Good luck!
Traveling this weekend and didn't have time to post; I'll try to catch up tomorrow.
It's a common comment about the AP, although it's not quite as much whiplash as Second Darkness (in Part 1 you take over running a casino, and then all of a sudden you're altruistically taking on drow out of nothing more than the goodness of your hearts).
Hilde doesn't say anything more while Omast breaks down, but when the man pulls himself together a little she has one more thing to say, this time in a more tender voice. "I know you can't believe in yourself right now, Sergeant. But Rodrik did. Think about that."
I also didn't have a fever last time I had it. Both times I've had it, though, my major symptom--and the one that lasts longest--is that my heart rate would jump to like 120 bpm if I went up a couple of stairs. Walking quickly I'd easily get to 140 bpm or higher. And that didn't go away for a month or so. On the other hand, I've read that the best way to avoid long COVID is to do as little as possible for at least a month after you get over the primary phase, and the heart rate spikes made that easy.
Recovery comes first. Take your time...we'll be here.
Hilde frowns mock-seriously. "You're not helping the patient, Robin." Then she turns more serious as she helps the human to his (probably still unsteady) feet. "Sergeant Frum, you're outside Rabus' place. Several people from Freedom Town just tried to take you and kill the rest of us. They were paid to do it, they say." Ah, that's right. Omast doesn't like half-orcs--I'd better not mention that part yet. "So it looks like someone deliberately killed Rodrik, tried to make it look like suicide, and is willing to kill again to cover their tracks. Now, you can crawl back into the bottle and let them get away with it...or you can pull yourself together and help us find out who did it. That's your choice, Sergeant."
And does he smell fun--wait, don't answer that.
Hilde looks over Omast, trying to get him conscious again with her rebuke death ability.
After stabilizing the unconscious enemies , the priestess turns her attention to Wild. "Bolka's blessings go with you!"
With immediate hostilities ended (or at least moved elsewhere at a speed Hilde can't match), the cleric looks around. "Are any of you hurt?"
Hilde advances the long way around to avoid a potential attack on her approach, then swings on Purple.
She misses cleanly, and barely keeps hold of her mace.
Hilde advances into the fray, her slow (albeit steady) pace keeping her from where she could actually attack but putting her in position to support or strike next round.
Sizing up the opposition, Hilde considers and then casts shield of faith on Ranhild. Then she readies her own mace and shield.
Thanks, all. I thought I'd looked at that already, but will check it again tonight--no access to Roll20 at work.
I'm not seeing any tabs on my map, and have no apparent way to get to my character sheet.
Sorry for the silence, folks--I'm coming up empty on how to play Hilde in this situation.
"I've dealt with plenty of dwarves who've been chased into the bottle by the Black Dog...I may be able to help Omast out of it."
I'll be traveling for most of the next three weeks, and will likely only be able to post from my phone.
Hilde considers Robin's question. "Even if they left, I don't think they went far. This doesn't feel like a chance killing--there's too much of planning that went into it, and some sort of motive we're not seeing yet." She shrugs. "Maybe the wolves had nothing to do with Rodrik's murder, but that would mean two different people or groups plotting something. Maybe Purg has more from the guards."
"Aye, let's make sure Purg hasn't bitten off more than he can chew."
The cleric reaches up and squeezes the smith's shoulder. "You couldn't have known. But I didn't think this knife look finished. How did Rodrik come to have it?"
Safe travels!
Hilde holds up the hopeknife.
"It won't come on quickly, so plenty of time for magical cures." Hilde bows respectfully to the senior priest, and explains what she determined based on the animals' behavior.
Hilde stows her unblooded mace and kneels to examine the dead wolves.
"That still looks like rabies. Who was bitten?"
What part of Milwaukee? That's where I'm from, and I still have family there.
Hilde draws her mace and closes up the distance to the fight, but is unable to reach the last wolf.
The dwarf blanches. "They're acting like they have rabies! Put them down quickly!" She readies her shield and calls on her goddess to empower the party.
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