LoL gotcha. Just wanted to make sure it wasn't me.
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Okiedokie guys, my phone is down for at least another week; I'll have a texting app on my IPad for when I'm at home though. More info to come later.
Oh! Right. I zoomed in on the map so it excluded that label. My bad.
Which building is Old Light? I have a horrid memory lol, sorry.
Just so you guys know, if you need to talk to me, my phone is out of minutes probably until Friday, as of tomorrow sometime. You can both get ahold of me here or on my regular email.
I hope you know I have an obligation to shoot you a little bit if you hurt the stupid angry mob. :P
DM:
Lyssia darts between houses, staying low and quiet. Trying to stay in a discreet position while still able to see Thrawn, she turns slightly more to the east to run parallel to the Guardhouse.
DM:
Lyssia sighs and gets moving. She moves a few yards away and then starts to move parallel to Thrawn and the mob. She could hear the mob's angry shouts and hoped that he was smart enough to not actually hurt anyone. She climbs on top of a house a few rows back, to where she can see Thrawn on top of the building he'd leapt to, staying low and quiet.
A 1... Seriously? Ugh. lol
Lyssia grabs Thrawn's shoulder, slowing him. "Maybe it'd be best if I try to scout ahead a bit. That way we can avoid any villagers. Once we're out, you can tell me what it is you saw when you were looking at Kat." DM:
Crunch: Stealth:
Perception:
"I have no arguments." Lyssia heads toward the back door, nodding farewell to Buford.
Lyssia follows him into the room with the bodies, standing at the opposite wall. Lyssia glances at Thrawn.
"Alright. Can you try to at least send a messenger to let us know what's happening? Something..."
"One of my best friends," Lyssia says, and strokes the falcon's feathers.
Lyssia turns to Buford. "Anyway, are you not coming with us, then?"
Lyssia grabs a couple biscuits and puts them in her pack, giving a piece of her days ration to Akos before closing the top and slinging it back over her shoulder. "Karl is bound to be way beyond reason. Whoever is coming, I suggest they hurry up so we can get out of here. "
My son has hit CAPS LOCK multiple times, closed the window and back tracked while I made that last post. I had to retype it three times. OMG
"Thanks for your concern, but I'm already kind of an outcast, I've already lent my aid to Thrawn, rather dramatically according to the village outside, and my concern is catching the true murderer. For Kat and his potential future victims. Myth'rawn, Satinder has already examined the bodies. What more do you hope to find?" DM:
"I'm not entirely satisfied with that answer... Well, I'm not satisfied with that answer at all." Lyssia laughs and turns away. "But I suppose that's all I'm getting from you, eh? Fine. For now. I'm sure that eventually I'll either figure it out, someone will try to cut my face off, or you'll tell us more detail so that we can better protect you." She turns to Buford. "When do you think we can leave?"
Lyssia gives the elf a long, even look. "Well. I guess that doesn't come as much of a surprise. Who do you think is after you? Or, a better question: what knowledge turns you into such a threat?"
"let's go to Grump's place for now... I can go with you and maybe Help out with his sour disposition. As for any more theories.... I don't know. As far as I know the elf has kept to himself, and Kat was... I can't think of any enemies that she would have." Lyssia turns to Thrawn,
Satinder, I have nothing beyond that. What are your theories?"
Sssshhhh... Brian, don't give away our secret plans by saying we won't do it! Then it's lying, too!
Lyssia looks at Buford, puzzled. "I can't tell when he's being serious and when he's being... I don't know. Him? Is there a better description?"
Lyssia walks up to stand next to Buford as everyone gathers. "Karl's been informed? I didn't see, was he part of the crowd outside?"
"So what's the plan? Lyssia asks, "I don't suppose we can march out there and do a full body inspection of every villager physically capable of these acts."
Lyssia smiles at him sweetly. "I don't think you're helping your case by acting heartless. Even less so for being an idiot. But thank you for the offer."
LoL. I pictured a Terminator-esque drama sequence there. Music was playing in my head and everything.
Lyssia stands coldly, absorbing all the details and information. She'd heard stories before of the Skinsaw Murders. "who found them?" she asks the room. She continues to stare at the bodies.
lyssia gestures impatiently. "A lady? While I am a lady, Hemlock, I need answers, and I want all of them. I'll come with you. It's my connection to the victims that requires me to know exactly what happened, as awful as it may be. Please, lead the way."
*wipes sweat off forehead* whew! That could have been bad...
DM: Lyssia climbs down from her perch, careful to keep an eye on the seemingly pacified crowd.
"Thank you." she whispers as she reaches Buford, and opens the door wide enough for her and the priest to get inside.
That'd be a neat idea. Oh look, more tests, right? :P
DM: Lyssia crouches on the roof, searching for signs of further aggression. She nods at the good priest and holds her position.
@ Jack: What's that? Yeah I think I may have gotten myself into trouble with that, but I really wanted to see if I could get through to them. @ Brian: LoL yeah yeah Im a busy woman dontcha know?
Posted. Sorry it took me so long, guys.
"STOP!" Lyssia yells from atop the building, We all want justice! We ALL want revenge!! Kat was my best friend, and blood at that. But how can you people expect to get true justice without true answers??" DM:
"The good Sheriff and the Guard have our suspect. He's in hand with others who feel the same as you and I do! There's no point in acting like a crazed mob with no sense and no real ambition but to be angry. Act like the good people you are, and wait for answers, and real justice!"
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