Sorry, first round of exams is next week and I let this slip.
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After scanning the fighting pit, Tosguld stands and follows the sound of Ahto's voice down the hallway. He keeps his eyes peeled for any hazards.
Tosguld curiously inspects the sandy pit in the center of the room.
Tosguld watches as Ahto leaps across the collapse. He calls out to the two men on the other side. "I have a good length of silk rope if that helps."
Tosguld's eyes widen as he watches Mephiston leap across the collapsed passage. "Impressive! I'd end up swimming if I tried that." He remarks, chuckling.
Ah, I think Tosguld will still choose the north passage. More likely a traversable hallway will lead to their destination.
Tosguld stops and thinks for a moment, stroking his beard. "Looks like the north passage is our only way forward, then, eh?" He proceeds to make his way to the first bend in the northern hallway before waiting for Mephiston.
Tosguld examines the west passage, looking for any indication of foot traffic.
"Looks like the southern passage is a dead end." Tosguld muses. "North, then?" He proposes while motioning towards the doorway.
Tosguld retrieves his hammer and rests it on his shoulder. He eyes the door in front of them with a calculating gaze. "We should prepare for whoever, or whatever, is beyond that door."
Sounds good to me.
Law and Order: Tosguld sighs, "Looks like I've got my work cut out for me. Thank you for the information. Hopefully, I'll see you soon with Grozz in manacles." The captain salutes as he turns to leave. Where were we meeting up again? He opts to return to the tavern and wait for his companions there.
Law and Order: A grimace spreads across Tosguld's face as the elf describes Grozz. "I'm investigating what appears to be an unrelated crime concerning this Disciple character that's caused a ruckus recently. I've followed the paper trail to a Johnny Sixfingers. I believe he has vital information to this case, but in order to obtain it, he's asked that I find Grozz and 'remove' him. I plan to take him in to custody so he can stand trial for him crimes." The large man shrugs "I see it as a win-win. I get the information I need to continue investigating this case and another criminal is off the streets."
Stay safe! Take care of yourself first and post if you happen to have time :)
Law and Order: Tosguld enters the barracks with a faint attitude of superiority, but his demeanor loosens as he passes the lower ranking guards. He would not stand for such unprofessionalism in his own men, but now was not the time to make a scene.
"I am Captian Tosguld Gatewatcher." He introduces himself and any who accompany him. "I wondered if you or your men might know anything about a half-orc named Grozz. Through an odd set of circumstances, his crimes have come to my attention."
If it doesn't get in the way, I would like to do that. I just figured the group would be able to gather more information without a shiny guard captain tagging along.
"I can consult the rare few guards that patrol near the Puddles and perhaps some of my civilian contacts to glean more information." Tosguld offers.
IRL, I've never actually heard the term, but I gathered its meaning :b
Whoa, have fun :D
Tosguld shoots Varrren a quizzical look in response to his odd manner of speaking. "I, uh, agree. He may well end up receiving the death penalty for his crimes, but everyone is worthy of a fair trial."
Tosguld raises an eyebrow at Mephiston's comment and fails to contain a lighthearted chuckle. "Too honest, eh? I suppose you are a politician."
Tosguld frowns as Sixfingers speaks, but his continence lightens as Pyrrha airs her opinions. "There is a solution here that stays within the light of the law. I'm not opposed to doing you a favor, as you've proven yourself a valuable, if shady, member of the community. I will not, however, commit a crime. As Pyrrha has said, we will get the information we need with or without your help. Though I'd rather you played along."
Tosguld's examination is cut short when Pyrrha shouts from inside the building. Immediately, he sprints around to the door to make his way inside.
Tosguld ventures round to the back to examine the bodies in the dumpster. Perhaps he can determine the cause of death or identify some of them.
Tosguld listens to Mephiston and sighs before turning back to Variel. "Alright, sounds like we may need those guns after all."
Tosguld eyes Variel suspiciously. "No need to get aggressive. I don't trust this man, but I've no reason to believe he means us any harm."
"Excellent." Tosguld remarks, half to himself and half to those around him. "I think we know our way around the city, but your offer is appreciated. Thank you for the information." The large man pauses. "And please, if you see him, send word. I'm starting to worry, what with him so hard to find all."
"Eh, we don't mean to cause a scene, apologies." Tosguld notes, nodding to the barkeep. He slumps onto a barstool and lays a coin of his own on the bar. I'd prefer a more honest approach, but Mephiston knows what he's doing..
Tosguld nods toward Variel. "I agree. If I never see another one of those Red Mantis, eh, constructs, I'll die a happy man."
The guard's face lights up as Ahto speaks. "Excellent. Sound's like the Naughty Nymph is our next destination."
"Tail-Takers." Tosguld responds, disdain prevalent in his voice. "They've a grudge against Tieflings and, well, the name is pretty self-explanatory.
"The only lead I've been able to scrounge up is a possible identity: Twist. The fellow in question ran in with the wrong gang and went missing. Possible he's our guy, or just another tiefling." Tosguld shrugs and looks at the scrap of paper. "I had hoped we would find something more conclusive."
If there is more information to glean from the scroll I say we investigate, as it seems to be our only tangible lead to the red-skinned man. The only information I have to really offer the group is he may be a man named Twist.
I'm in the same boat as Mephiston, I believe. I'm ready to move on once the rest of the party completes their information gathering.
After gaining what information he can, Tosguld heads back to the cathedral to meet with Mephiston and relays what he's discovered. For Chelaxian eyes only: Our red-skinned man matches the vague description of a tiefling who went missing a number of weeks ago. The tiefling went by the name of Twist, and ran into some trouble with a gang out in the Puddles who called themselves the Tail-Takers. Exclusively targeting tieflings, the group cuts off their tails and hangs them around the various buildings in the Puddles to mark their territory. Usually, the bodies of the dead tieflings end up being put on display out in the city proper, but no one ever saw Twist's body or heard anything of him after he ended up in sights of the gang.
Tosguld seeks out some of his contacts who dwell in the shadier areas of the city.
He asks them about the red-skinned man and the Last Disciple.
I agree with Azulth. No need to have a large crowd gallivanting through the city, best to stay in small groups, I think. I like your idea, Jon. I'll look around for some unsavory individuals.
Tosguld turns to Mephiston. "Being a captain of the city guard, I think I know a few people you might like to talk to, sir." The large man suggests with a surprisingly friendly smile surrounded by a gruff beard.
Tosguld misses much of the conversation going on around him as the disappearing form of the assassin commands his full attention. A mixture of horror and disgust spreads across the man's face.
Tosguld runs his finger through his beard while the interrogation continues. "This whole situation just doesn't sit right with me. Captain Varris, I'm off duty on personal leave and I'd like your permission to aid in this investigation, unofficially. This operation feels like it's going to need to stay under the table."
As Mephiston interrogates the assassin, Tosguld leans over to whisper in Captain Varris' ear. "He - it's not human? Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
"Bloody criminals!" Tosguld launches two jabs in quick succession at the final assassin.
Tosguld rushes to the door as it goes dark and finds himself face to face with an assassin while he stands over the unconscious body of another. He swings once at the shady character with his adamantine gauntlets while assuming a practiced defensive stance.
Terribly sorry, I'm out of town today or a last minute trip. I promise to post tomorrow.
Never used Roll20 before, but I'm servant6 over there, too.
Tosguld leaves his hammer on his back. In these cramped conditions, fists will have the do.
"I only noticed the scene after the fighting broke out. This all seems very shady. I don't like the smell of it." Tosguld's eye's narrow as he examines the amputee.
A wide grin grows beneath the large man's beard. "I'd be more than happy to assist you in any way I can, Captain."
Tosguld's face softens with relief when the captain arrives. "Captain Varris? I'm Tosguld Gatewatcher, a captain of the Absalom city guard." He motions to the wounded Graycloaks. "A follower of the Last Disciple was preaching here. Some fool didn't take to kindly to that and started throwing punches."
Once Tosguld sees the wounded are being cared for, he stands and nods to the Graycloak. "Please stand back!" The gruff looking man shouts to the growing crowd. "The Graycloaks are working to control the situation and help is on its way. We need this area clear so healers can get to the wounded!"
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