Lucian nodded to Marcus, as he loosened his sword in it's scabbard, "I'm ready let's open it."
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"If it starts barking, they'll know we're here. Any of you good with animals?" asked Lucien, "If not lets open this door that's straight ahead and come back for it later?"
"Ugh..." the stench made Lucien's eyes warter. He scanned the room, there were two doors, one to the left and one ahead. Hoping to get away from the smell, Lucian moved over to the door ahead and checked it, but didn't open it yet.
Lucien smiled "Oh I have an idea, how we can get word. We march down there, beckon her and smash the doors down. Or..." He looked around dubiously, clearly some of his companions had misspent youths, "... perhaps one of us can finesse the lock?"
Lucian frowned, "Do they sleep in there?! If so what you say makes sense. I was assuming they'd be sleeping wherever they could, likely all over the quarter..."
Lucien asked impatiently, "Did you find anything? Did the place seem well guarded?" When the conversation turned to planning their assault, Lucien noted, "I was a few roads back and I saw a lot of kids. Maybe we should attack at night... I don't think it would be right to fight where the little ones might see. Also I think we should stick together, rather than trying anything too fancy, no telling what we're going to face in there."
Hope you're able to keep safe and warm!
I'd like to suggest we don't spend too much (real) time scouting. PbP games are all about keeping posting momentum up. Right now half the party doesn't have too much to do :)
A few streets away Lucien waited as patiently as he could, he tried to lounge rather than pace. There wasn't much to be done and the waiting chafed although he didn't complain to anyone. He tried to stay alert in case he was needed although he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long.
"Right." nodded Lucien, "Perhaps we should form two groups? Those who are able to move stealthily scout ahead while the rest of us wait a short distance away. If you need us, holler and we'll come running."
"Going in blind doesn't seem like a particularly good idea." remarked Lucien, "Although there's something to be said for the element of surprise. Lamm's got away with things for so long, he won't be expecting organised resistance."
Lucien's gaze lingered on the dwarf, to have worked with Lamm and to give him the benefit of the doubt... Well inside knowledge would be useful, assuming he could be trusted. After a pause he asked, "Do you know sort of wand Yargin has?"
Lucien considered Zellara's words and his own experiences and those of the gathered company. He shook his head, "It shouldn't have to be like this, we shouldn't have to take the law into our own hands. But how else will justice be done?" Although the outcome was likely the same it mattered to Lucien why they where doing this. After Ematti had said her peace, Lucien spoke up with quiet conviction, "I'm not doing this for vengeance. I'm doing it so nobody else has to loose a loved one, only to find that the so called proper authorities will do nothing. We'll be sending a message that Justice is back in town."
Lucien regarded each of the newcomers in turn. He was particularly interested in the dwarf who claimed to know the evil man that Ematti had mentioned but not named. When the man who had the looks of a wizard about him asked if everyone had been summoned, Lucien stopped his pacing, glanced at Ematti and nodded as he replied "It sure looks that way, stranger. My inviration was scrawled on the back of a 'The Dance' harrow card. Anyway let's cut to the chase, who here has a grievance with Gaedren Lamm? All of you? I certainly do. Can't be sure if he killed my fiancee but it I know for certain he pawned the ring that had been stolen from her corpse. The ring I gave her." Lucien's voice may have been calm and steady but fury smouldered in his eyes.
"I received a very surprising card that suggested I come here to see about dealing with an evil man." Lucien's eyebrows rose, "Huh. Well isn't that a coincidence, I too received a card. A harrow card at that..." As a full blooded varisian Lucien was naturally well aware of harrow decks and such, although he tended to put his belief in the solid, reliable teachings of Abadar instead. "I am now unarmed, young man. If you don’t mind letting me pass." With a quiet chuckle he graciously replied, "But of course Ma'am." He followed her downstairs, but he didn't sit, choosing to pace slowly as he waited for their mysterious host to arrive. He pointed out the note and asked, "I assume you've read that? It's most peculiar. Anyway you mentioned an Evil man, perhaps we have something in common? Korvosa is supposed to be a shining city of law, a beacon of civilization against the darkness." He sighed unhappily, "Or so they say, it's just words. They talk about Justice but they don't know what it means."
Freshly shaved and in new clothes, Lucien confidently strode down Lancet Street to the address. Looking around he had the sense of a trap closing in on him but he wasn't about to back out now. If anything he straightened his back, determined to whatever he found with dignity. He peered into the abandoned butcher's shop next door, and wondered what had happened to the owners. Shaking his head he mused, nothing good, times were hard. His attention turned to number 3 and to his surprise he found the door ajar. He adjusted his sword belt and cautiously entered, sniffing suspiciously at the unexpected smell of spices and eyeing the unusual wall hangings. There didn't seem to be anyone home and his hackles started to rise but curiosity got the better of him and he lightly climbed the stairs. Spotting the note he read it quickly before replacing it, he glanced at the food but he wasn't feeling hungry so he left it be. It was about then he realised he wasn't quite as alone as he'd thought, there was a old woman armed with what appeared to be a Morningstar. He gave her his best smile and said, "Uh hello? I'm sorry is this your house?"
Anyone who knew him would have been surprised by Lucien's appearance, he felt like he'd aged a decade since that fateful night ten days ago. Then like now he was on patrol, but this time he was no longer an official member of the Korvsan Guard and his beloved Angella was dead. He'd found her face down in an alley not far from here. He and his partner Staunton hadn't recognised her at first. Staunton was squeamish around dead bodies so Lucien had gone to check before they dragged her onto the mortuary cart. He renumbered feeling sad as he walked up to her, and then when he rolled her over and saw her face, his world fell apart. He remembered the feral cry that escaped his lips, the tears that mingled with the rain. His watch captain had been sympathetic, offered him as much time off as he needed. In his heart though Lucien knew he wouldn't be going back. There was too much red tape, too many laws designed to protect the powerful at the expense of innocent citizens. He thought of this and more as he read the card for the third time. Somebody had placed a bundle of flowers and a harrow card in that alley, next to the ones he'd placed several days before. The note mentioned Gaedren, the very same lowlife scum who had pawned Angella's ring. In a flash he resolved to accept the invitation, he knew where Lancet Street was, but not before he cleaned himself up. If he was going to do this he was going to do it right, Angella would have hated to see him like this. He ran a finger through ten days worth of stubble, that would have to go. He would find some fresh clothes, buy them if needed. |