Sehkola grins as he soars through the clouds, lightning streaking around him and rain pelting his face. He laughs as a clap of thunder sounds around him and another bolt of energy streaks to the ground far below. Strangely, that's when he hears it ... is that crying? But how could that possibly be? Sehkola frowns as it dawns on him. Sighing, the rain and winds vanish ... and he opens his eyes.
Sitting upright in his bed, he can still hear the sound, apparently coming from downstairs. The common room, perhaps? Then, the obvious question: should he go investigate? After wrestling with that for a minute, he decides he should; he wouldn't feel right if someone needed help and he ignored it. Besides, if it's nothing, he can still get some breakfast.
Sehkola pulls himself out of bed and dresses. Leaving most of his gear in his room, he grabs his kukri and puts it on with its sheath. He heads downstairs, being careful not to hit his head on the low door jamb. As he gets closer to the sound of the crying, he calls out in accented Common, "Hello? Does someone need help?"
Elijah wakes with a start at one of the inn tables. Apparently he had fallen asleep the night before during the last parts of the festivities. Shaking his head a little to clear out the last of the haze, Elijah picks up his maul (ooc: earthbreaker) from beside the table and starts looking for where the sound of crying is coming from.
"I wonder what's wrong, did somthing happen?"
Sehkola is unsure exactly what to do; he asks in his kindest sounding voice "What has happened here? How can I help you?"
He will also look around to see if there are signs of violence, and if so, ask if the watch/constable should be summoned.
Would a Heal check reveal how long he has been dead and what killed him?
"People, people can we have some room for the lady please?" Elijah addressed the crowd while moving towards it from the table he had been at.
"Ma'am," Elijah said Lashara, he vaguely remembered her being a cleric talking to her the night before, "could you check the gentleman please?"
"Sir will you find the sheriff please? I'm sure Master Hemlock will want to talk to everyone." Elijah asks of the man seemed to want to help but didn't look like he knew what to do.
"Will someone start the fire and get some food going? This is a terrible shock to be sure, but I'm certain some food and warmth will help everyone."
Turning to the new widow Elijah's voice softs slightly, "Miss, Please come sit over here, Can I get you something to drink? We will take care of him, don't worry, everything is going to be fine." His voice tapering off to the crowd has he tries to calm her. "At least I hope it will, how did this happen?" He thinks to himself, "Well I must maintain a strong face, otherwise others will panic."
Init: (d20(12) + 0 = 12)
Kora was dreaming fitfully on the cheap cot she had rented to avoid having to stumble home drunk. Her troubled fantasy of Sandpoint being flooded was shattered by the shriek downstairs, waking her with a start and sending her rolling off the cot onto the floor.
Shaking her head and cursing, she checked her belongings to make sure nothing was missing and stumbled out the door and downstairs to see what was going on and whether she should be leaving out a window instead. She was still in a haze.
Initiative: d20+2=13
Spot: d20+3=14
::Roll d20(19) + 3 = 22 ::
Elijah Looks around trying to spot whatever made the priest retreat while striding forward to take a position between whatever was in the area and the inocent bystanders.
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Well since neither Sehkola or Lashara managed to see what caused the cleric to scream, they'll ready actions (I hope this is okay with you two but you were just below the check's DC). You Elijah manage to see the man's clothing move... and give a little laugh as a small serpent slither's out from under his shirt and moves toward the inn's owner (her name is Aurelia BTW). What do you do?
Elijah shakes his head as he smashes the serpent with his maul. He wasn't entirely certain it was poisonious, but no point taking chances on it.
:: Attack Roll d20(19)+5 = 24 ::
ooc: and if it hits
:: Damage 2d6(2,5) + 8 = 15 ::
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Yeah you killed it. The cleric gives a huge sigh of relief, but Aurelia runs over and gives a little cry of despair. "It's Belinda, my husband's familiar. He summoned her during his first day at the Acadamy. She must have sensed he was dying and came to be him during his last moments." She looks at Elijah :I do not blame you for her death, you did what anyone else would have." You all see sudden realization then fear spread on her face. "Oh no... if she was down here who was..." Before completing her sentence she runs upstairs. You hear a door burst open... followed by a shriek of utter despair.
:: I've just been rolling at the desk, here check this link for ooc stuff ::
Elijah shakes his head, "This is going to be a long day."
Somewhat confused at all that seems to be transpiring at the same time, but concerned that the new widow may be losing her mind with all that has gone on, Sehkola races up the stairs to see what has caused her shriek of despair. As he runs, he draws his kukri from his belt.
EDIT 2: Initiative again, in case it's needed Initiative (1d20+6=26)
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Having walked into an inn to watch a man smush a snake with a large hammer, Gavrin just shakes his head at the sillyness of bigfolk then as he watches the woman run off upstairs followed by a scream he takes off running upstairs, hoping that an intolerant drunk is involved in some way.
::Init (d20+2)=8::
Kora burst into the common room just in time to see people running about, some screaming, some brandishing weapons, and one dead on the floor.
Wide-eyed and utterly confused, she drew her short sword, and yelled, "What the hell is going on?" at no one in particular.
"I will do my best to find your son for you. What does he look like?"
"Who would have taken him? Do you have enemies that would want your husband dead and be willing to kidnap your son?"
Knowing what it's like to lose his entire family, Sehkola is moved by the woman's plight. "I will assist you in any way I can," he says to her. He then turns to the others who followed up the stairs. "I am not from this area. Do any of you know how I might track these devils down? Where their lair might be?"
"Who will come with me?" asks Sehkola.
Kora had been looking back and forth wide-eyed at everything being passed back and forth. Cayden's sake, goblins? She stepped forward towards Sehkola, but it was clear she wasn't showing any commitment just yet, though the mention of the stolen child did get to her. She couldn't just walk away after hearing that...
"I don't get it. What the hell are goblins doin' all the way in town jumpin' folks in their homes without more yellin' outside? And what about th' guard?"
Kora had been looking back and forth wide-eyed at everything being passed back and forth. Cayden's sake, goblins? She stepped forward towards Sehkola, but it was clear she wasn't showing any commitment just yet, though the mention of the stolen child did get to her. She couldn't just walk away after hearing that...
"I don't get it. What the hell are goblins doin' all the way in town jumpin' folks in their homes without more yellin' outside? And what about th' guard?"
"Hmmm ... where I am from, my village was often attacked by creatures who were good at stealth and attacking from surprise. I often forget that is not quite the case here in the far north, especially with these 'goblins'. You make a good point; we should investigate the room, and perhaps look outside for tracks and such before blindly marching off."
Sehkola will do a quick search of the boy's room, looking for anything odd or out-of-place. "Please, help me look. I have often been told I am not the most observant."
"I'll see if I can find anything...."
marveling at how quickly attention slipped right back off of himself Gavrin begins looking around the room, continuing to listen to the bigfolk talk but also looking for any clues but being very casual about it to avoid notice.
::Perception d20+2 = 3::
Not seeing anything from a quick glance around, Sehkola will instead slow down and do a more thorough search. "Slow down; not everything need be done quickly as the hurricane," he tells himself silently.
Kora followed the others, eyeing them and the room warily as she helped search.