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Tsadok will look down the alley, stepping away from the door... And see the cloak. Looking to Antaniel and sighing heavily. "Justice it is then, my friend." "Find another way in. I'll go in front." Tsadok knocks loudly. "Look you little twit, I haven't got all day here, if you won't let me in to pay a debt, you're the one who's going to have problems. You have until the count of five." At which point he begins counting. Intimidate:
"I came in peace, but if I must break your door in to talk to you I will. All I'm here to do is ask a question or three. May I please come in? We have a mutual friend who may need your help." Diplomacy:
"Hello, is anybody home?"
Tsadok approaches the party and says, firmly, "Someone's taken our dear Larur from us... and a sizeable amount of gold. We need to find him this afternoon, perhaps before the Goblin even opens up shop. I'm going to visit the moneylender that Larur was going to be paying, anyone else up for a trip... perhaps we'll even get to mete out some justice, Antaniel." Tsadok smiles. "Anyways, if you're coming, get your things, Saul needs to make sure that his payment was received, and that Larur is safe." To everyone, much quieter, he whispers "Hopefully we just find Larur in bed with a mistress, rather than stabbed dead in an alley."
Sense Motive:
"So, Saul, what was this errand he was on? Would it have taken him into any places Clegg Zincher's men would have gone after him? Would he have gotten... distracted... by a 'friend' of some sort? This is only a small list of thoughts for you off the top of my head, I'm sure that there are many things that I am not worldly enough to think of. I do believe that I can find him with help, specifically Tippello, Lyre, and Mario's help, as they are much more world-wise than myself. I'm good at seeing the openly bad intentions and the lying, not reading people so much. So, what say you, Saul? Should we get to it before we open tonight?"
"I'm afraid not, my comrades. I wonder where she could be."
Tsadok remains in the rafters, occasionally asking Sam a question or three. So long as it stays UN-eventful Tsadok will begin each day much like he did at the monastery, in silence. He appears torn in a decision, and then relaxes after a day or so. He pulls everyone together, and explains what has been bothering him. "Guys, I've done some... research on the Blot. Someone in the town knows what caused it and what the key is to removing it, perhaps even where this key is. The key to removing the blot, however, is not in town. The worst part is that the blot itself was made by someone intentionally. I can't say much more, as my source didn't have much more information. Does this help in any way?"
Tsadok's attempts to build upon Tippello's inquiries prove entirely fruitless.
Diplomacy:
"Good idea both of you, but don't you think that the entire town would be rioting if they knew where this was coming from? I'm all for looking about town, just to be sure, but I'm not certain it will produce the results we're looking for."
"I agree, Mario. Where do we start, though? Is this something from one of the Cyphergates, or is it the Blot, or something else entirely? Maybe a ritual of some sort? What kind of ritual would do this, and what cult would do it are two of my questions."
"So, does anyone have any good ideas as to what's next?"
"What kind of wierd things happen around the Cyphergate? Anything that would act like this? Perhaps the magic of the Cyphergate is interacting with the blot or just expanding if that's the case... Which could be putting us all at risk." Tsadok folds his arms and bows his head, his brow furrowed in thought. He looks up, but only for a moment, as he says: "The other question I have is what triggered this."
"What of that cursed Blot in the sky? Does it produce effects like this?"
Tsadok walks back into the Goblin, a look of relief upon his face. He walks to Saul, "Well, the good news is that this occurred all up and down the street. The bad news, of course, is that it occurred up and down the street." "Anyone got a clue as to what kind of magic this is, if that's what it truly is."
"Any ideas on what caused this?" Tsadok says, in a much quieter voice now that he realizes that this doesn't appear to be the assault everyone expects. "Wait, hold that thought."
Perception in the Goblin:
Perception on the street:
Tsadok doesn't even wait for more effects, going directly for the door to the main floor of the casino.
"Not good... not good... not good!!!" He thinks he mutters to himself, it's more of a dull roar to everyone else.
"Agreed Tipello. Although we shouldn't abandon our posts before the attack, a counterattack may be necessary to just tell him to stop. We don't want a fight, but we'll end any fight that he starts." Tipello:
Spoiler:
"I don't like surprises like this. At least knowing about it makes life easier... even if we'll have to defend our lives and our employees' again. What else have you learned, friend? Anything of import to stopping or, perhaps, defending against the attack?" Tsadok says, looking at his friend. Tsadok's left forearm has a bandage that looks more like a cast on it but otherwise looks ready for the normal crowd.
DM:
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** spoiler omitted ** Spoiler: "Well, are we better off knowing this now, Sam?" Tsadok says with a grimace where the quasit bit into his arm. He begins tearing part of his outfit to stem the bleeding. "Any ideas who knows about the key to removing the blot?"
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Strike one:
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Spoiler: "Damnable beast!" Flurry of Blows with the Kama: Strike One: Attack: Damage Strike Two:
Lyre:
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Spoiler: "Ahh, now I see, you little Fiend!" Tsadok grins as he attacks.
Flurry of Blows with the Kama: Attack: Damage
Spoiler: Will Save:
"What manner of beast are you?"
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Spoiler: Listen & attack again: Listen: Attack: Damage Miss
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Spoiler: Attack: Damage: Miss:
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Spoiler: Perception to try to find the square the blasted thing is hiding in: If possible, a single attack with the kama:
"Fiend! Show yourself, lest we send you to your masters instead of this mercy!"
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Spoiler: "Speak common, demon. We've got work for you to do. You're bound here and can be killed like any other being. So, listen to the offer, and agree. I've no use for a demon who won't do what it's told." Tsadok crosses his now mighty tree trunk sized arms, insuring that his kama is in his hand ready to be used at a moment's notice. "Sam, please describe to our... resident fiend what he needs to do to live." Intimidate:
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Spoiler: Knowing that he's going to be facing a demon, , He'll look for a Cold Iron monk weapon, specifically a Kama, so that he may flurry with it and quickly snuff out the demon if it becomes necessary. It will also help in the intimidation department. Any monk weapon will do, but the kama is preferable above all others, due to the inocuous nature of that.
DM:
Spoiler: Tsadok sighs deeply. "Well, given the options... What do you need? We will not be doing this in the casino, by the way. That would invoke too much danger. Perhaps you know of somewhere quiet and out-of-the-way? I am not pleased with this option, but if it helps in our goal, then I'm willing to try."
"If this goes awry, then we take care of the problem quickly, and, given the origin of the creature, in its favorite brutal ecstasy."
** spoiler omitted ** DM: Spoiler: "Well... This is an interesting turn of events. Why a quasit? Why something... so... vile? Why not use something of the goodly planes?"
Tsadok thinks a moment. This is all quite the shock for him to hear. Taking a deep breath he begins to speak again: "Worse, What happens if the spell goes awry? We mustn't get too far ahead of ourselves with this, lest the demon control one of us, if it is even capable of that. If this is beyond our ability to control, then I would strongly recommend against this. I can provide intimidation, yes, but why do that when a goodly being would serve without such... persuasions, and much less scrutiny under anyone's watchful eyes. Worse yet, how does one intimidate a demon?"
Perception rolls for the goblin:
Perception (second roll)
"Thank you, Saul. I'll be sure to have them stop by." Spoiler:
"Saul, if you please, I know someone with magical talent, who is looking for work at this time, who could prove quite valuable. I'm sure that the salary would be easily negotiated. However, the person I'm thinking of should not be part of the "normal" security, like me. I would only recommend them if they were to remain out of harm's way, only looking for the magical problems." Tsadok says. "As a matter of fact, they are doing research right now, and do have the requisite magical talent to find unwanted magical auras." DM:
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"Fair enough, thank you Tippello. What say you, Lyre?" Tsadok says earnestly. "I want to know what I need to do to make security work here, if I don't have an idea, I can't do anything about it. Saul, perhaps it would be wise to bring someone with some magical talent up to the rafters to watch for something of this nature with me."
"How powerful is that sort of magic, Tippello? I want to know the general power level of those that are tormenting us if we can. A general range would be nice if you could." Tsadok inquires, his brow furrowed. "What do you want us to do, Saul? I'd be happy to look into it, but I would be hopelessly outnumbered, I'm sure. That, and not having any spellcasting talent of my own might prove to be a problem."
Tsadok's former jovial facade disappears as he speaks once Martha has left. "Saul, who does this type of thing? Was it one of Clegg's men? Perhaps someone who wants to do things to frame Clegg? These are important questions, as we should be able to stop this kind of behavior in the future if we know who to look for." Tsadok thinks for a moment, "We shouldn't be this direct, though. There's not a good reason for that." To Tipello, "Do we know if magic was involved in the basket?" DM:
Spoiler: Thinking about things with Sam, Tsadok will offer to pay her once he starts getting money from the casino. He'll give her half of what he earns (he doesn't use it anyways), so that she can focus full-time on the blot. There, she's happy, and Tsadok has a full-time researcher helping him. Given this evening's events, he'll be happy to prevent putting her in such harm's way. He will describe the evening to her the next time they talk.
As Tippello treats Lyre, Martha stirs and opens her eyes, looking around in confusion. At the same time, Saul bursts into the kitchen, looking around in confusion, Larur right behind him. "What's going on in here?" Saul cries, eyes widening at the sight of the dead snake. Larur looks shocked as well, but he moves first to check on Lyre and to speak quietly to Martha, taking her hand and helping her to slowly sit up. Smiling to Saul, Tsadok says "We've got a new special for a couple of days. Antaniel and Mario've already insured the butchering. All we need now is an open fire and a tin can." Speaking directly to Saul, "Outside of the new blue plate special, I believe your life is directly in danger, and this casino may be part of that danger." DM:
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Tsadok will point out the basket as shown in the spoiler, and also observe:
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