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As they move through the mists, Osric keeps an eye out for incoming attacks and pitfalls.
Osric pulls the group around the corner and through a cramped ally.
Osric puts a hand over the water glasses and leans towards the others. "I wouldn't drink that if I were you. It doesn't smell right. He looks back at the bartender, watching for any signs of who he might signal.
Osric follows the others into the tavern. "Leoni, what are the consequences here? Did their Mister just leave your guild? What recourse do you suggest?"
Osric kneels beside Leoni watching the shadows disappear into the mists. "This is bad. Lungs' people just broke Mister neutrality. They've declared open war. We can't follow them now." Osric sighs, "However, we may be able to use this to our advantage."
"Leoni, where else can we be seen from?"
"Guess they showed up already." Osric hops up and hurries out into the fog, drawing his sword as he goes.
I'm going on an unexpected business trip tomorrow morning. I'll be away for the week, back next Thursday. I don't know what my posting schedule will be like while I'm away. No idea about free time or connectivity. Sorry.
As Osric ties up their prisoners, he lines up their belongings. He makes a point of placing Gasp paraphernalia front and center. He works quietly, letting Odebie do the talking.
"Byron, is there anything here that might aid us in dealing with the heat? Do you think you can whip something up?" Osric starts looking for something that might do for rope.
"Hopefully we will have no further interruptions. Osric is quiet frustrated with them at this point. "I don't think anyone else will be trying to resist arrest at this point.
How would you rule on a Cure Light Wounds extract being used to heal another person? The RAW says that the extract loses potency when it is away from its creator, but what happens if the creator applies it to someone else?
"Do your instructions also come by way of a dead drop?" Osric is certain that this scum is probably being truthful and will not be able to give much more information.
Osric retrieves his blade as they drag the unconscious ifrit back into the shop. After a quick bout of first aid, he looks at the shocked elen. "This lady was just doing a fairly good job of not telling us when you would be showing up. Now, will you do a better job of telling us where you came from?"
"Very well." Trusting the Mister, Osric thrusts forward through the steam.
Osric watches as Fiordelise and Byron down one Oread. They should be capable of taking out the other one. He runs after the ifrit as fast as possible. Sky! I'm probably going to lose him in the steam. He calls out after the ifrit, "Sono più veloce di te. Io ti prenderò." Ifrit: "I'm faster than you. I will catch you."
Osric glances at their captives and hurries towards the conflict. "Why do they always make it hard."
Osric nods ax Fiordelise lays out her plan. "Sound thinking." As he and Odebie take their prisoners behind some of the shelves, he raises his blade. "Now, no funny business, or we'll just start up again."
I'm going out of town for the weekend. I don't know what my network connectivity will be like. Just FYI.
Osric glances at Odebie, "So, what now?"
Yeah, i apparently didn't think the questioning part of investigation through. I'll probably put some Ranks into Intimidate and Diplomacy next level, but his Charisma is still not great.
Osric gets a somewhat vindictive look. "Besides, I'm pretty sure the penalties for assaulting an officer of the law are a sight less severe than those associated with the production and distribution of Gasp."
Osric watches their reactions, interrogations were never really his thing unfortunately.
But he seems distracted by the plants.
Osric quickly descends. "Let's get both of you over here." He waves towards Fiordelise to bring the undine to the front of the shop. "Now, you both know something about this Lungs character. Let's hear what it is?"
Seeing that Odebie appears to have the pogonas under control, Osric redirects to the shop owner. "I'll take this response to mean you know something, but don't want to share. I'm disappointed." With a quick motion he mounts the shelves and rapidly ascends, waiting for the owner to make her way to the top. "Can we just skip to the end and get our answers without excess property damage?"
Hearing one of Byron's explosions, Osric looks over to see lizards attacking the gguard-elen. With a quick glance at the undine he declares, "I expect to finish this conversation when we're all safe." He then hurries over to assist Odebie.
Osric draws his sword from its cane, holding the scabbard in his off hand. Dropping into a fencing stance he declares, "Người phụ nữ không xứng đáng để được gọi là một tên hèn hạ như vậy, không phải bởi một người như bạn. Nghiêm túc, chúng tôi chỉ muốn nói chuyện. Tôi không có ý muốn làm hại bạn." Undine:
"The lady does not deserve to be called such a vile name, not by one such as you. Seriously, we just want to talk. I have no wish to harm you."
Seeing the undine facing off with Fiordelise (and giving every appearance of being about to bolt past her), Osric races through the hothouse aiming to get to any back door before the undine.
Osric will close the distance between him and the undine. Covering more than half the space. "Bạn có! Dừng lại! Bạn không thể nhận được ngay." Undine:
"You there! Stop! You can't get away."
Hearing trouble from the back, Osric heads to the door.
Odebie gets there first and flings it open. Osric follows and assesses the situation.
Osric watches the women walk into the back of the shop. He turns to Leoni, "What can you tell us about this place? I know you are just here to be our eyes and ears in the Steam, but if you know something, we should hear it."
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"Let's see what we can find at the flower shop. Everyone be ready for anything." Osric fingers the latch on his cane. Although with Odebie's hammer and Fiordelise's sword in plain sight, his obfuscation seems unwarranted. He steps forward and holds the door for his companions. "After you m'lady."
Osric watches the passers-by, trying to judge if they know anything. Anyone they greet he watches carefully for signs of deception.
"If I did not hold you in favorable regard, we would not be here." Osric shrugs. "That said, as long as we are successful, I will provide you with a marker good for future engagement of my services." Sigh, if I keep giving away free work, eventually I'll have to actually move into the Dims.
Osric pulls one of the chairs over and sits. "I'm glad that I am fondly remembered. Last night there was a dust up at the Plucked Vulture. Not exactly an unexpected event, to be sure, but one of the miscreants got away by smoking Gasp." A look of sour distaste crawls over Osric's face as he continues. "The little weasel's partner claims he got it in the Steams, near Garden Street. Off of an elen named ... Lungs." He spits the name out like rotten meat. "We don't exactly have an abundance of cash, but we would like your assistance in finding this elen."
Osric steps forward, "Our pardon ma'am, but does Franco still reside here?"
Osric goes over to the ottoman and lifts the top. He rummages about for a bit and pulls out a rumpled leather jerkin and breeches. After a quick brush to check that the metal studs are well oiled and not rusted he presents it to Fiordelise. "I hope this will be suitable. Hopefully not too warm."
Osric stops pacing as a look of wonder crosses his face. "Actually Odebie, nevermind, you guards don't get down there much. Too hard to patrol I guess." He goes over to the desk and starts sifting through papers. "It's in here somewhere...Aha!" He pulls out a wrinkled sheet. "Leoni, Franco Leoni. An elen I met a few years ago on a case. He lived near Garden Street at the time. Might still for all I know. He's a Mister by trade, has a talent for seeing through the steam." He looks up from his reverie. "Sorry, got distracted." "So, it's hot down there, really hot. River is practically boiling that close to Volcano, throws off a lot of steam. (How the place gets its name actually.) In addition to being hot, the visibility is lousy. Which is why crime is such an issue there." He frowns distastefully and takes a swing of his coffee. "Misters get paid, and paid well, to guide folk through the steam. As well as keep an eye out for unscrupulous types who might be after an elen's wealth at the expense of his health." With a glance towards Byron he continues, "Byron, you're probably familiar with some of the products of Garden Street and the area around it. Lots of exotic herbs, flowers, drugs, that sort of thing." "Anyway, we should see if we can get Leoni to help us find Lungs. That is, if we can find him." He looks around the room at everyone else and realizes how much he's been talking. "Ok, lecture over. What do you elen got."
Yeah, ok.
Once everyone was comfortable Osric began, "So, last night we found evidence of Gasp being sold out of the Steams. We're looking for a guy going by the name "Lungs", who works south of Garden Street. But that's about all we know." Still pacing, he pours himself another cup of coffee. "Odebie, what can you tell us about that area?"
By the time Odebie arrives, Osric is pacing. A small desk in the corner shows signs of being used recently, but the papers are in such disarray it is hard to discern what that use was. The dustbin next to the small fireplace has a small pile of coffee grounds and a fresh pot is sitting on the hearth. "Welcome to my humble office. Have a seat. Would you like a cup?" He asks. "We probably have a few minutes, Byron isn't often on time. He has a tendency to get distracted."
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Osric blinks groggily as Volcano's light brightens the world. In his head he plays over the events if the previous night. Sky! I've got guests coming. Gotta get myself together. He gets up and makes a pot of coffee, gets himself together and heads down to the sitting room. Preparing another pot of coffee he waits.
"Thank you. I guess we'll reconvene in the morning." With that Osric checks the latch on his cane, straightens his waistcoat, retrieves his hat from a jagged outcropping, and calmly steps out the door. The walk home is uneventful. He starts to climb the stairs to his apartment when a voice emanates from the darkness in the hallway. "So, how did things go? You get anywhere with your investigation?" Osric turns to find Pilgar leaning against a doorframe. He responds, " I'm not sure. I didn't find what I'd expected. Didn't spot any transactions, but one of the patrons got in a fight and have me a lead on something down in the Steams. I've got some folk coming over in the morning to discuss it. Thanks for asking." The big Oread smiles. "No problem Os, you have a good night." Osric turns and heads back up the stairs. "You too, Pil. You too."
Osric laughs, "Hunh! I guess I got a lead outta this after all." He thinks for a moment. "If you guys are really up for helping, I guess we could meet up in the morning. I've got an office a little north of here. Byron, you know where it is." He gives more precise directions for Odebie. He turns to Fiordelise, "Ma'am, if you'd like to find out what your brother was mixed up in, you're welcome to join us."
"I'm done with him, Odebie can take him if he wants." To Byron he responds, "I think these two thugs chose this place as neutral ground to shake down the ifrit over there." Osric waves toward Fiorenzo. "Lucky for him, his sister showed up." "As for me, I heard that this place was a waypoint for Gasp trafficking. So when I heard the little guy's wheeze, I thought I had it. But now I've probably shot my chances here. I'll just have to run my stakeout some other way." He frowns. "Did your business go ok through that mess?"
Osric smiles condescendingly. "See, wasn't that simple. One of these days it'd be nice if you scum would just cooperate without it needing to come to threats." Once Lazzaro has given up the name of the elen involved, Osric will turn to Byron. Casually waving off any further interest in the large ifrit. "Now that that mess is dealt with, you look like you want to talk."
Osric leans in, "I'm certain that Corporal Odebie of the Dims Watch would be very interested to hear how you threatened the nice young eleness with the date tomorrow with Cadet v'Manco." He looks thoughtful for a moment, "For that matter, maybe Cadet v'Manco would be interested, I'm sure we can call him back. I don't think it'd sour his mood to have to come back here again tonight."
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