It was a blast! I had fun playing Tuco and would love to pull him out one day again.
Hope you recover whatever creative juices and may 2021 be a better year!
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Yeah I found that clearing the cache and cookies was the key. A big PITA.
Fair enough. Have a happy new year and holiday everyone!
The Tailor listened. He learned how to do it easily in his years of patching people up, and knew when people were scared and bullheaded... Wondering how best to handle this, he spoke up finally. "'Dis ain't just 'bout no government and peoplefolk in it. Yous really thinks that they ain't gonna just tie up loose ends? A god. A part of a god. Crusades been started for less yeah?" Walking around the room he looked at each of them, "Not going to mean much to yous but whatever eldritch power is teaching me has been tellin' me what needs to be done. They be an agent of devotion, and I owes too much to thems to just lets this fall into the hands of some folks who might jus' use it to blow a whole nation away." At the thought of the college the half-orc sighs, "That might be Jase, but unless Joie 'ere plays in 'da sandbox all nice-like, we can't be doin' such things."
The Tailor hears it. It was a sound of power, one that he only heard when he spoke to the sliver of his patron. The stone, much like the mirror, betrayed something bigger behind the scenes. "It... it sounds likes a heart." He was trying to process it, but really had no way to explain it. He looked toward Faithe, "Can you feel it? The magic in the air getting pushed away by the stone?" He was hoping he wasn't crazy. Tuco stared at the mirror he set down, "Does this here, does it stop them primal forces?" A part of him knew the answer would be vague, but on the other hand it was through devotion that he got his power... And there was nothing worse than watching these new companions die to some event that he would create if he couldn't control his detection or tests.
Tuco smiled. "Get youself a seat. It be a long evening." He looked at Jase, "Hope not."
Tuco holds his tongue, but only until he realizes he might be the only one. "Aye. I can." Giving a proud grin he grabbed a seat, "No clues what we be findin' but get some water ready in case it be goin' bad." Setting up a small area, he pulls some thread out and creates a little circle on the table with it and sets the mirror down. "Lets me knows when yous ready for this."
The mirror fades and the words echoed. He turned to the others, "Aye I ain't splittin' up. Somethin' feels wrong, all sorts of it."
Enjoying the rest of the meal, Tuco looked pleased with it all. "Aye well, people be payin' with other prices for stone as well yeah?" Gathering what little things he had, he excused himself for a moment. "Jus' need a bit Jase, lemme think 'bout it." Finding a darkened corner, he speaks to the sliver of his patron in the mirror. He knew there was something scratching at the back of his mind, but couldn't quite place it. "'Dis stone. Do I pursue it?" He didn't know if he would hear back, he rarely did, but something told him he had to.
"Discussin' what? It just be a job. Yous knows, one of 'dem things that tons o' chums have." He pats his hand on Daerokh's back, "Ain't 'dat right? Stoneworkin' is noble indeed."
Tuco wondered why Jase was being coy, there were politics involved but honestly the half-orc didn't care for them. "'Dat stone. It be what Jase means." He lets the silence of the table convey what he said.
Tuco looks toward Joie, "Mayhaps death aye but a chance fors a life for me. What I got it ain't livin' see, it be survivin' and it ain't the same." He knew this could propel him forward, not only that but possibly get to the actual root of the murders and it was something his patron expected.
The half orc is happy to see Joie sit down as well as Faithe, he was worried his gambit would only leave him and Jase. While he was fun company he dreaded the idea of what would happen if it was just the two of them. He did his best to place where Daerokh would land in this situation but didn't want to assume things due to him being a dwarf. The half-orc had to deal with enough of that in his own life. "Aye, whatev' Jase 'ere recommends." Its not like he didn't drink, but there was still a sneaking suspicion in his head. "So... Business be good yeah? Problem bein', our business ain't not been done yet."
Tuco walks into the Rising Sun, almost embarrassed for a moment that he didn't look the part. Grabbing a seat in a corner, he does a quick look around with his magical sight, hiding under the table for a moment to obfuscate the casting. Getting back up, he pulls out his mirror and gently sets it beside him, before cleaning it off with a shockingly clean napkin. Speaking something unintelligible under his breath, a quick sheen comes off of it before the light's trick ceases to be. "I ain't not thinkin' 'dis week be in a place like 'ere. Been long since I had coin 'nuff to come to such a place."
"We has some money, les' be grabbin' a drink somewhere's where magic ain't so crazy. Might need some information and I can't be doin' everythin' when all chaos be going nuts."
I think I settled on Burning Amplification. Whips and stuff will become much less relevant as we go through considering how many of us actually can fight, no need to really patch a hole that doesn't exist. Also going to swap the Urban Grace spell for Burning Hands, because I forgot Burning Sands has no saving throw and is not a valid target for Amplification.
"Hm. Aye. Seems like it be the ends of it but I's pretty damn happy wit' you not takin' no cut. 'Dis 'ere can get me a real place yous know? A reals business." He grins, "Consider it a debt I's can pay yous another time aye?" He starts to walk on out, his wallet heavier than ever, "Drinks on Jase. Les' get outta 'ere." He always played to his perceived nature, they wanted to see a carefree, carousing half-orc they would. It was never difficult.
Mirror Witch / Tatterdemalion 3 HP +6 (4+2)
Favored Class +1 1st level spell (I figure it's going to be hard to find Scrolls in this game) ABP Resistance +1 Familiar Int 13 (+1 Mod)
2nd Level Spell Slot (+1 Bonus Spell) Currently Looking at Urban Grace (1st), Delay Poison (2nd) and Lay of the Land (2nd). Trying to get the less flashy spells that people don't normally take. I'll probably grab Web next level and flavour it as controlling strings and cloth.
Skills (2 + 3 Int + 2 Background)
Feat: Not sure just yet.
Tuco looked onward, he wasn't entirely sure about the Shieldmarshal, honestly he wasn't sure about anyone that other than the ones he did the investigation with. There was a lot to still be demystified, but it wouldn't come easily. He walked in a strange silence, listening for the whispers from the mirror at his breast.
The Tailor nods, "Wells, I thinks we needs to make an appointment wit' 'dat Brigher aye?" He grins, his tusks popping out, "I hears alls I needs to hears," He lets go of the supernatural energy in his fist, "Yeah? 'less yous all got some more to be talkin' 'bout on 'dis 'ere date."
The Tailor listened in and started worrying a little bit. It was one thing to be caught in a tangle with Geb but it was another to hear stories about divine beings and their splinters. "Di' bein' mo' complicates than I's thought. Kaymar Royce, he workin' alone? Where's they hang out?" He wondered about who Old Norris was and why this had to do with the property office... There was too much and truthfully he couldn't trust him.
"Whatcha doin' Jase!? This ain't right!" The nuance of the situation was lost of the usually streetwise half-orc. "Yous can't jus' be sendin' some poor old sod off to die!"
Tuco winces then smells the ghoul. "I thinks you be talkin' to the lady yeah?"
The Tailor looks at Joie and shrugs, "Wells you knows where to find m---" Suddenly he hears the shouts coming from inside and rushes in. He sees the scene play out in front of him, or well the tail end of one. "So... Yous all 'kay?" He gives a toothy grin and tries to instinctively grasp the magic from before but find that he can't.
The Tailor looked at Joie, and saw Jase walk away. It didn't matter, he had enough undead in his nose for one day. He poked at Joie, hoping to get some emotion from her, "Chief, didn't goes well? Wes found some'tin'. The word bloodstone... It be real is all." He sniffed, hoping to sense something on her, "Figure bein' all Nexian and such you'd be on 'dis 'ere."
"Joie? You okays?" He goes to her as she marches out, hoping their almost good news would offset her staunch walking.
Tuco started wondering, what more could this day hold? he shook his head, imagining an undead lawyer trying to get its ghoul friend off. That seems ridiculous.
Tuco just waved the notes and smiled, he didn't want to rock the boat when the swashbuckling fellow was so kind to right it. Stepping outside he counts to ten in his head before speaking up, "Wes gotta regroup fast. Ain't seemin' to be good if we founds only a sliver." He wonders what the fastest route to the precinct is and stops for a moment, "Always gonna be on one of us yeah? I ain't givin' it to someone who I can't throw y'know?"
Tuco looks at it, his face having an almost ruby glow on it, "'Dis it? All 'dem bloods bein' spilt for a stone..." He looks at Jase, "We keep it quiet-like yeah? Les go, I dun wanna be them guy to takes it but it's too dangerous to be leftin' 'ere with 'dem mourning fellas." He pokes Alorea, "You know 'em, dey yous client so what you say?"
Be careful and be safe.
Tuco lifts his head up, "Think we has everythin' 'ere?" He turns to face Jase, "Whatchu got 'dere?" The Tailor started to pack up all of the paper, "Hope it be a clue, I wonder what 'dem other's be havin' luck wit'."
The half-orc signals them over with a silent hand, "Looks 'ere." He had hoped it would be a quick answer, but if it was that easy there was the chance they wouldn't have found anything at all here. "It always be settin' round 'dis 'ere stone chummers." Shaking his head he begins to copy, "I dun like it."
The witch looks around hoping to find something of note within the notes.
Tuco lets Jase talk, he seemed to know how best to manage these things. No doubt that Jase had stumbled into someone else's house before. "Alorea 'ere mights be able to fills you in wit' more info, honest I dun be knowin' how much we can say. Needs to be irontight is all." he wanted to ask about Bloodstone but knew it was a terrible price to put on their head just for a quick search, "Mind leadin' me 'dere?" He gives a toothy smile, "Also it smells great." It only takes a moment for his stomach to rumble, it had been a long day and now that it didn't smell like rot he realized how hungry he was.
The half-orc takes a step inside and looks around, he wasn't quite sure what to expect but since he left the streets down home he was certain that what he had really was the bottom of the barrel. "Can't be speakin' much to that jus' yet, hopes yous understand it bein' all fragile like yeah?" He tries to find a seat, giving it a quick pat down, knowing that he would probably track in some dirt and dust, but there was no need to be rude. "Unofficial-like, I thinks so." He lets the sentence hang in the air, it would no doubt be closure for them, at least temporarily. "But chums... We has some questions and needs to examine some of Kiria's stuffs. I know we ain't got no warrant so I'm askin' as politely as I cans."
The half-orc shakes his head, "Dis 'ere is why folks like mes get a bad rep y'know?" He gives a quick nod, "Wes 'ere to discuss well..." He gives a sad look, "... Kiria. We may has some information that can be provin' useful to Alkenstar and wes have some questions." He shoots a glance at the others, "If yous have us 'dat is."
Tuco shrugs, "Ain't none offense taken chum. I's heard worse believe me." He knocks as a sign of formality, "Never knows." He glances at the papers quickly, but doesn't really focus on reading them. He was sure he could guess the story and their views, Alkenstar never really changed much after all.
Tuco takes what he can and begins looking for anywhere where information can be gathered. A half-orc in the tattered clothes he was in wasn't too side eyed, but once they saw the bag and the papers stuffed in haphazardly it drew some stares.
"Iverness was it?" He looks toward Jase and Alorea, "Any of yous know where wes can find 'em?"
"Bloodstone..." The word sends a shiver down his spine and he looks toward Jase, "I's rather not go wit' 'dis information." He thinks back, who was the first lead? Who was the second? There was something about the second lead, "Who was the second deader?" He considers the situation, "I thinks we head to a scribe's place Jase."
Tuco cracks a book open and begins reading, it takes him a while to get the gist of everything again, the hand not what he was used to... Or how it's written.
Tuco wiggled his nose, "Well I ain't hurtin' for anythin' rights now. If yous wants me to take a look at them books I s'pose I could. I do have me own ledger at the house so I knows what we lookin' for if we be cookin'."
Tuco raised an eyebrow, "Seems reasonable, 'dat is whys we 'ere right and ain't some regular ol' patrols'm." He did the best he could to not keep his eyes straying for too long, it seemed that in the short time he was with the investigation team he had to play jailer and torturer far too often. "So yous from Geb? Why murder and whys 'ere of all places? Seems little much work for yous to come all 'da way out to 'dese 'ere parts."
"Takes a looks round, I can stays 'ere with Joie." He didn't want to let her hold it alone. He wondered what they would do if it couldn't hold... But not for too long, such an idea would probably be its end. Unraveling his whip he hands it to Joie, "Use 'dis. No point gettin' you hair all rancid."
The Tailor didn't notice, his gaze was fixed on the ghoul. "So guess that means yous be under 'rest n' all." He wondered how he was able to channel this magic and hold it without causing an eruption; he made a mental note to discuss it later with his patron.
Tuco approaches, but allows the undead to speak. "She be serious yous knows."
The white glow comes off his hands as he moves in.
Can't say I know how it is, but I hope you're all staying safe.
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