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Back and ready.
I will be out of country from 13-15 Aug with limited internet access. Just put the game on hold on those days.
Np, np, RL first.
I drew the path Lirel will take to the marketplace.
Can the safehouse, when fully locked up, be gaseous formed into? Or is it airtight, so sunlight will not penetrate during the day?
Lirel returns to her safehouse, returns her guard armor, and longsword, then puts on her explorer's outfit. She disguises herself as a middle aged human woman, while hiding her dagger in her outfit, but still ensuring she can still draw it quickly.
She casts mage armor, then lights a torch and heads out into the street once more(after locking up the safehouse), this time headed to the marketplace. Time to see if there's any way to feed. On the way to the market, she will try to observe how people dispose their rubbish in Remballo.
I don't see the damaged house "Bertrand" marked on the map in Roll20.
Lirel knocks on the door. Perhaps I could ask about the damage and if the owner would like to make a report
"You can't put family in the barracks. At least not for long. I'd need somehwere to place my sister's lot when they move over next week. Anyway, thanks for your time, I'll be off!" Lirel finishes her drink, then leaves the tavern. She gives Finkle a clap on his shoulder. "Thanks!" After leaving the tavern, she takes a quick look around to make sure she is not being followed.
If she is not being followed, she goes back the way she came, to examine the damage done to the house "Bertand" and what might have caused it.
"Hello, Luco. My name is Meg. Good to meet you. Well, I had to get out of the usual patrol areas for a drink." She gives an exasperated sigh. "Have you happened to hear of a man called Savaro Borgandy? My friend, Zorak told me to contact him for a loan at a discounted rate for housing and furniture but he's nowhere to be found. Last thing I heard, he was seen around here."
"I just moved to the city and got a job with the guards. Moving is such a trying business, really. Still trying to get the hang of things."
Lirel pays for the ale, then wanders over to the card playing group. "What's about the in-substantial heretics? Not another cult of some kind, I hope?" She asks the men at the table.
"Many thanks, good dwarf, both for letting me in and the warning. Do you want me to help grab you anything from the bar?"She asks Finkle.
She makes her way to the bar, stcking to the shadowed areas (so people won't notice she doesnt have a shadow).
"Bartender, an ale please. Have there been any strange happenings around or have you heard of a man called Savario Borgandy?"
"Yeah. Was hoping for a drink. Tis ok, I'll be on my way. Know any other places still open at this time?" Lirel asks the dwarf.Lirel takes a quick look for any unlikely entrances to the tavern(I.e chimney, pipes, backdoor).
I wonder what kind of business they're conducting in there. Perhaps it was one of those places a guardsman uniform would close.
Thinking about the hunger stuff. I think Lirel will try to subsist on animal blood(if allowed), mostly chicken, out of pragmatism, since I don't see any ways of disposing bodies as yet(no large bodies of water, or plots of empty land to stuff bodies in). And you shouldn't keep a dead body in your house. The smell >< Of course, decompose corpse is a thing, but spells known are what they are. Is it possible to disguise puncture wounds(via blood drain) by slashing them with a dagger? I.e if the throat was sliced from ear to ear after the blood drain was done. What kind of check would it be?
Lirel looked at the note and furrowed her eyebrows. Her mysterious employer seemed to know what exactly she was doing. Almost as if...he was tailing her secretly. Lirel looks around her surroundings for signs that someone was following her.
Some way of communicating with her mysterious employer would be a good thing.Lirel thought to herself. Like I'd like to know when and where the forgeries appeared, and the day Savario disappeared and if he had made any enemies. Lirel goes back to the safehouse and makes a few tweaks to her disguise (to look like a female half orc - favoring the human side), before returning to the street, after locking the door.
Lirel looks around carefully for anything out of place, signs of violence as she makes her way to the Hooded Falcon Inn.
Also, GM, since its only us both, how fast do you want to move this. I am on GMT+8 timezone, I can definitely post once per day, though my maximum number of posts per day...never really counted ;) Possibly like those crazy active guys(depending on work schedule), maybe 5x? :p Dunno. But for your sanity, please tell me if I need urm...toning down on my activity. Also, I understand that figment familiars may not quite 100% mechanically fit the way I'm trying to play, but the way I see it, they're described as figments of the masters imagination, so whatever I like to think they're saying, I can think them right? Also the spiritualist phantom, which is described as a spirit counts as an outsider for the purposes of how clw and inflict light wounds affects it, not too far on how I'd picture Occulus would function. Not that I intend to use Occulus in combat. Mainly for RP stuff.
Lirel sighed. The voices of the dead were being obtuse again. "That's enough, Occulus. You may go to your rest." With that Occulus goes back to being a raven tattoo on the back of Lirel's neck. She put on the guardsman scale mail, then as a afterthought, removed the longsword from the chest and belted it onto her belt, together with her cold iron dagger. Appearances, afterall. Now well disguised as a city guard, she then took the letter, map and key, and stepped out into the night, closed and relocked the door, then headed towards House Borgandy, using the map as a guide.
Occulus could often be vague as the various spirits that possessed him struggled to get their grievances aired. But this time, Occulus's advice was now clear and succinct. And when the spirits were in agreement, it meant it was true. Lirel took a few deep breaths(out of habit) to calm herself, even though she did not need to breathe any longer. She tried to remember what she could about vampires.
She reread the letter again. Her mysterious benefactor had apparently meddled with her affairs for a reason, with the intention of getting her services, phasing it as a test. It wasn't really that much different from her old life, as a private investigator. The work remained the same, with just one complication, she was now undead and her master could kill her at his whim. Immortality had its perks as well, like now she could have endless time to pursue her vendetta with the Hand. Provided she succeeded in this mission and her master released her from his control. She had a week to do this, and the clock was ticking. She searched the room, opened the trunk, finding the rest of her gear as well as the cache of guardsman equipment. She looked at the longsword, longbow and arrows, shook her head then left them in the chest, then reclaimed her gear. In life, she had never known the use of those weapons, and in undeath she still did not know how to use them. She looked at the guardsman armor, and sniffed disdainfully. Not really her kind of thing, it was heavy and mostly got in her way. She took note that she would really need to find a good tailor who could mimic the appearance of the guardsman uniform with cloth.
"Occulus - what do you know about this place?"
Sorry. Took a while to come up with that post, now I need to find my familiar. Then we'll RP with ourselves a little longer and we can get movin.
Lirel groaned as she felt a spike of pain coming from her chest. And she had a splitting headache. Some days, things just don’t go well. She blindly reached towards her chest, encountering a familiar dagger hilt. She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from crying out loud as she slowly, painfully extracted the dagger. She then massaged her temples. "Argh, my head,” as she pushed herself into a sitting position. Something…wasn’t quite right here. People with chest wounds didn’t go around pulling daggers out of their chest. They either found a healer, or were brought to one quickly, or died. They didn’t wake up in some unlit basement of an abandoned house. She looked at her dagger in her hand with the letter on it. With growing trepidation she read the contents of the letter, in the dark. She found that she could see perfectly in the darkness. She blinked a few times, then reread it. ”No..no, it can’t be. I can’t be dead.” She stared at the letter in horror as she touched her face, encountering only her cold dead flesh. She realized that all this while she had not taken a single breath. ”Occulus…what kind of monster have I become?” Her voice took fearful high pitched note. Her last memories were of tailing a hooded figure down a deserted alley. Then nothing. Nothing that could have given any hint of what had led to her current predicament. |