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"Your idea of fun has come into question Mephiston," Pyrrha mutters as she brings up the rear.
Note the dead body and maybe come back later after the blood trail is followed.
Pyrrha settles into her fighting stance, ready to respond to anything that stumbles by when she adds, Doesn't sound like anyone wants to disagree. So what now? Turn back and go poking around where we found the money and the letter, or push down one of these paths?
Pyrrha eyes the trail south down the corridor. The fact that this one hasn't bled out already has me wanting to heed caution over a speedy pursuit. He doesn't appear to be wandering without purpose, and his stamina has kept him moving faster than even a hardy soldier. Be careful. Pyrhha cautions as she draws her weapon as she continues to bring up the flank of the bloody path.
Running on adrenaline, this one. Wont be a body far from here unless there is healing nearby. Substantial magic or alchemy for his sake. Pyrrha says leering down at the manhole entrance.
Revealing a kerchief and holding it to her nose to ease her sense back into the Puddles, Pyrrha prods in jest, I might have believed you for your word, yet you were still compelled to drag that up here, what for may I ask?
That's a start. Might get lucky and be able to work our way backward from there. Pyrrha says rolling her shoulders ready to head there along the way.
Any chance you have a number for this earlier question JonDM?
I'm not detecting a pulse
Ok, just checking. Btw, How much money is in this backpack we absconded with?
Are we missing something here or was this a red herring?
Pyrrha makes a face a blows at a stray hair in futile, Well this was a bust. Back to combing the Siphons? Maybe we can find another clue here?
Pyrrha joins Ahto near by but is keeping an eye out more for trouble than worrying about what the Tiefling might do. Let's make introductions quick before you know who arrives.
Or can we at least see the tiefling since Meph is magically bending light around himself?
Taking in the scene Pyrrha breaks the quiet, Too early? Or too late?I'm just noticing its quiet, the real question is why?
Ready to move out to the burnt down abduction site I think.
Without any other leads and nothing better to do, let's get going. Pyrrha says as she does her part in confiscating the coins.
Pyrrha does a double take at the massive amount of coin, fighting the urge to say how impractical it is to make large payments that way, especially when it complicates her stealing it from their target. She does ask with a greedy grin, Need a hand with that?
Pyrrha does her best to follow after the vanguard of the group's members while keeping an eye on anyone straying from the safety of its numbers.
Welcome to 2018 everyone!
Pyrrha wanted to fly over and avoid all the pressure plate traps in the floor for a bit.
With the touch of a feather and an arcane word Pyrrha joins Ahto and Mephiston on the other side of the divide by floating just off the ground.
Pyrrha speaks only so loud as to be heard by those in the central chamber, even though hearing this group was not difficult with all the armor sliding and clinking against itself, To be honest, I think our mark would have been thinking the same thing as Tosguld. How many of the city guard could even attempt that leap? If I were our man, that pit is either my escape route or the entrance. Maybe both.
Yep. Me too.
Hey, I'm currently travelling around for work and encountering a lot of time constraints making it difficult to contribute. I should be back to attention by this weekend. Do what you need to do to progress until then. My apologies.
Oh wait, I might have something. Pyrrha stops herself. Here Mephiston, take this. If no one can tell you it was poisoned, then it'll be good to be extra cautious. Pyrrha draws a flask with a green painted stopper with the letter 'P' etched into the top of it.
Pyrrha takes a moment to ensure Mephiston would be alright before she turns to address those approaching from behind. I guess we shouldn't be surprised that there are traps, but we need to be extra weary of traps that might be more fatal than the one Mephiston just stumbled on. Anyone have antitoxin or poison proof in case there was more than rust on these blades?
Pyrrha waits a moment before tailing behind Mephiston, keeping to corners and darkness for cover.
Even if he is only successful at being a murdering bastard, it is still a surprise to me that anyone would willingly live here just to avoid the guard, Pyrrha comments before listening at the door.
Fyi I am travelling abroad and finding internet access scarcer than predicted. Pyrrha is with the captain of the guard being all brooding as usual for purposes of whatever happens until I can post regularly again.
Be careful and keep safe
I'd like to take a moment to explore Tos's information gathering and then all head to the Puddles.
This is going to be a waste of time,
A half suspicious, half surprised brow arches over Pyrrha's observing eye as she tilts her head slightly at Varrren's compliment. Then her eyes swing to Variel as she remembers his connection to Varrren before looking back address him. Diol-lle, or thank you in the common tongue she says with a slight nod. Slyly Pyrrha turns back to the topic at hand before anyone solidifies the bounty angle, Six-fingers, you keep eluding to it, but just how much do you think is a fair value for your information? I just want to hear it in case we want to save ourselves time and just pay you the weight up front.
Are there any laws surrounding bounties and liscensure? Net us some coin if we pick up a license on the way.
For someone dealing in information, you're guessing too much for my comfort. We kill this goon, we make enemies out of every one of that goon's associates. We are we sticking our necks out for a big maybe. If we do this, it better be worth.
Pyrrha joins the others in the house at the tail end of Azulth's comment and adds, Wet work is what landed us in this situation to begin with. Being on the giving end doesn't make it any better. Killing someone carries a heavy cost, what makes you think your information is as valuable as our skills being used to commit a crime? Don't take offense Six, but drawing the answers we want from you with magic might be cheaper and more practical. With a flippant wave of her hand and a shrug, Pyrrha continues, We aren't being motivated beyond idle curiosity to look into this. Favors and money are too steep for me. Let alone risk of imprisonment for someone else's revenge.
Variel senses Pyrrha's alarm through the spell he had placed over her as she catches the final traces of an invisibility spell being cast on the top floor. Quickly Pyrrha draws ground mica from her spell components and weaves arcane words with somatic gestures before splashing the place the invisibile person was last seen standing in with magical, glittering dust. Top floor, we have a guest! A guest cloaked in an invisibility spell! Pyrrha calls as she draws her weapon. Mechanics: Glitterdust DC 18 Wil or blinded A cloud of golden particles covers everyone and everything in the area, causing creatures to become blinded and visibly outlining invisible things for the duration of the spell. All within the area are covered by the dust, which cannot be removed and continues to sparkle until it fades. Each round at the end of their turn blinded creatures may attempt new saving throws to end the blindness effect. Any creature covered by the dust takes a -40 penalty on Stealth checks.
I'll keep an eye out. Pyrrha volunteers at Ahto's suggestion.
Before entering the Naughty Nymph Pyrrha stops a short distance before entering. No good us all going in there so I'm going to keep an out on the main entrance and the side from here. With any luck I won't be spoiling any more ambushes but it never hurts to be cautious.
Unless that special rate is free or paid for by your government I think I'll just make due with my injuries. Let's go.
Hmm... Pyrrha stares off into nothing as she delves the tombs of her accumulated knowledge.
Twist? You're right, that isn't much to go on but it's better than nothing. We could start with members of his gang. What was the name of the gang?
Back to the embassy then? Pyrrha says somewhat agreeing before turning and heading back to where she last say the entire group. On return, Pyrrha and the others with her rejoin those waiting, No luck finding the slippery red-skinned man. Only potential clue is the remains of a scroll, though it could have just been some random's trash. I can not make out the spell that was scribed on it but a diviner may be able to lead us to the last person to has used it. Pyrrha pauses a moment, her eyes flicking to and fro, And what about your luck, find anything better?
Do we have anything other than the scroll to go on?
After turning up the scroll, Pyrrha takes the piece of scroll, and examines it, turning it over between her finger and thumb. Definately the remains of a magic scroll, though impossible at the moment to decipher what magic it was meant to cast. Possibly a spell to erase any trace of the users passing if it was involved in what happened, maybe? The best way to find out would be a location divination spell, whoever had this scroll before us may be discovered with a skilled enough caster. But there is no reason to suspect that it belonged to anyone of interest and it could very well be nothing more than garbage. Pyrrha looks back up to Varrren, Ahto, and Variel, offering up the bit of parchment for their own curiosity if any. Should we go back to the others? Or maybe just wait for this to play out?
The go signal... indeed. Right behind you. Pyrrha mutters as she follows after Variel into the streets. After Variel casts his spells and the start of his search, Pyrrha resigns herself to keeping a lookout of their surroundings. Just because a brutal crime had recently occurred didn't mean the opportunists, pickpockets, and variety of other cooks weren't still out.
Pyrrha sighs, I don't give two damns about my looks you elf kissers, but even in spite of the ham fisted attempts at compliments, I can still spare a little time putting my nose where it doesn't belong as long as I can keep my hide well clear of this mess even it inevitably blows up in or faces. Ahto barely has much of his left to spare so I suppose I'm preserving a bit of history; the priestesses of his church will be thanking me at least. Pyrrha turns back to the others. I'll go to the scene with you. Take a look maybe where that ledge goes to while we're at it. |