"Well, if the person walked in this alley, turned into a wolf, attacked the butcher, then left the alley, exiting as the person; how do you think we could track something like that? I'm sure the local guard would look at you with some suspicion if you went around asking if people have seen a man or woman turn into a wolf." He thinks aloud to himself mostly. After he ponders his question for a few seconds, he shrugs his shoulders. "I've got nothing."
"Well, if the person walked in this alley, turned into a wolf, attacked the butcher, then left the alley, exiting as the person; how do you think we could track something like that? I'm sure the local guard would look at you with some suspicion if you went around asking if people have seen a man or woman turn into a wolf." He thinks aloud to himself mostly. After he ponders his question for a few seconds, he shrugs his shoulders. "I've got nothing."
"There would still be tracks, unless it was a druid of course," Rhade replies.
"And maybe he or she slipped into a new pair of boots once they were safely out of sight," Ree opines with a shrug. "Let's face it, there are dozens of ways a determined person can give you the slip if they want to. And personally, I'm not too eager to plunge into the darkness when I don't have a clue what's waiting for me there. It'd be like just sticking your hand into a hollow tree without knowing whether there's a nest of vipers or owls' eggs in there, know what I mean?"
"And maybe he or she slipped into a new pair of boots once they were safely out of sight," Ree opines with a shrug. "Let's face it, there are dozens of ways a determined person can give you the slip if they want to. And personally, I'm not too eager to plunge into the darkness when I don't have a clue what's waiting for me there. It'd be like just sticking your hand into a hollow tree without knowing whether there's a nest of vipers or owls' eggs in there, know what I mean?"
Etrac overheard Ree talking he says very loud "Owl egg omelets are worth taking on a nest of vipers"
"And maybe he or she slipped into a new pair of boots once they were safely out of sight," Ree opines with a shrug. "Let's face it, there are dozens of ways a determined person can give you the slip if they want to. And personally, I'm not too eager to plunge into the darkness when I don't have a clue what's waiting for me there. It'd be like just sticking your hand into a hollow tree without knowing whether there's a nest of vipers or owls' eggs in there, know what I mean?"Etrac overheard Ree talking he says very loud "Owl egg omelets are worth taking on a nest of vipers"
"But again, a predator that is willing to attack a person in the middle of the town would not just wrestle a man to the ground and then run off. Unless one of you saw the beast and scared it off, two legged or four legged, we must assume that there is more to this story than meets the eye," Dirdelle says.
Catalina Stand's abruptly,slightly offended bt Baran's words "And You are something of a wilderness type, by the looks of it. Why don't you keep your beast under control over there?" She says smugly, pointing at Ulven. She pulls from her waist a silver holy symbol of Nethys.
Ulven abruptly stops, stares at the elven woman and walks over next to her, leaning very close to her ear so as not to be heard by anyone else.
Catalina:
He barely whispers, in a surprisingly melodious voice in Elven, "You do yourself no favor when you speak ill of those with whom you are not acquainted. It is a poor traveler who underestimates her fellow travelers. While I will not strike you for this insult, neither am I obliged to warn you of danger or to stop another's blade from taking your life, should such a situation ensue. You would do well to remember manners, little sister, and be polite."
With this, he pulls away and his face goes blank once more as his eyes darken into pools of night. He goes back to standing at the ready, always ready to move.
Catalina Stand's abruptly,slightly offended bt Baran's words "And You are something of a wilderness type, by the looks of it. Why don't you keep your beast under control over there?" She says smugly, pointing at Ulven. She pulls from her waist a silver holy symbol of Nethys.Ulven abruptly stops, stares at the elven woman and walks over next to her, leaning very close to her ear so as not to be heard by anyone else.
Catalina:
He barely whispers, in a surprisingly melodious voice in Elven, "You do yourself no favor when you speak ill of those with whom you are not acquainted. It is a poor traveler who underestimates her fellow travelers. While I will not strike you for this insult, neither am I obliged to warn you of danger or to stop another's blade from taking your life, should such a situation ensue. You would do well to remember manners, little sister, and be polite."With this, he pulls away and his face goes blank once more as his eyes darken into pools of night. He goes back to standing at the ready, always ready to move.
Catalina allows a moment of surprise to show on her face before quickly recoivering her arrogance. She follow's Ulven's steps back to where he stands, a curious smile about her face as she walks around him, words of the Elven tounge pronounced loud enough for anyone who cared to listen to hear " I speak no insult,merely an observation, Brother" She accentuates the last word, a palpable sarcasm in her tone at the mention of any relation to Ulven.
"For as long as you behave like a beast, I shall call you one." She says smiling all the while, having made nearly a full circle around the scarred elf, she leans in, placing a hand on his shoulder. " I have survived quite prosperously up to this point in my life, without you looking out for me, and i'm quite certain i'm more than capable of doing so for the forseeable future." She states calmly moving around the elf, she stops infront of him and looks deep into his dark eyes.
"You too might fare better if you were to remember your manners." She says, breaking her gaze, turning her back to the man, and slowly meandering to her previous position." He was attacked, wounded by something." She says, in common now. I really don't think the best way to get all the details is to rough up the victim." She states, confident in her words. "Mind your manners, Brother"
"But again, a predator that is willing to attack a person in the middle of the town would not just wrestle a man to the ground and then run off. Unless one of you saw the beast and scared it off, two legged or four legged, we must assume that there is more to this story than meets the eye," Dirdelle says."And maybe he or she slipped into a new pair of boots once they were safely out of sight," Ree opines with a shrug. "Let's face it, there are dozens of ways a determined person can give you the slip if they want to. And personally, I'm not too eager to plunge into the darkness when I don't have a clue what's waiting for me there. It'd be like just sticking your hand into a hollow tree without knowing whether there's a nest of vipers or owls' eggs in there, know what I mean?"Etrac overheard Ree talking he says very loud "Owl egg omelets are worth taking on a nest of vipers"
Etrac says rather loud "No predator would be brave enough to atack me"
Etrac hears Catalina talking as he has no idea whats shes saying simply becasue he dosent speak elven. Etrac says very loud "Why not Speak where Etrac can Understand!"
Etrac hears Catalina talking as he has no idea whats shes saying simply becasue he dosent speak elven. Etrac says very loud "Why not Speak where Etrac can Understand!"
Catalina smiles simply at Etrac. "Because some things are not for your ears, honey." She speaks with an overwhelmingly condescending tone, as if speaking to a small child.
The moments pass quickly as each of you try to figure out more from the wounded butcher. With a comforting smile to Dirdelle, as her spell roots itself within his pschye, he says,
" I didn't need to see it to know it's a werewolf. I heard its snarl and felt its fangs. I loomed over me and drug me to the ground. I suppose I would be dead know had you not arrived to save me, my Angel. Besides, another has been attacked. A stanger to town was assalted two nights past. Sherif Hemlock has him held over at the garrison for the towns safty. Angel, tell me you'll not throw me behind bars. Tell me you can cure me of this aliment. The moon is full over our heads and I have not turned, so tell me I will be spared the evil curse."
A glance at the sky shows what apears to be a full moon shining over Sandpoint.
Ulven stares hard at the injured man and abruptly walks over to him, grabbing the front of his shirt. Staring hard into his eyes and pulling the butcher close to his ruined face, he nearly spits out his words in a harsh, broken voice, "ARE YOU LYING TO ME?"Intimidate: 1d20+4=15
The butcher is now very afraid of you.
She pulls from her waist a silver holy symbol of Nethys.
"Just to make sure, Chodd." She reassures the butcher before touching it against his wound
The silver has no effect.
Catalina allows a moment of surprise to show on her face before quickly recoivering her arrogance. She follow's Ulven's steps back to where he stands, a curious smile about her face as she walks around him, words of the Elven tounge pronounced loud enough for anyone who cared to listen to hear " I speak no insult,merely an observation, Brother" She accentuates the last word, a palpable sarcasm in her tone at the mention of any relation to Ulven.
"For as long as you behave like a beast, I shall call you one." She says smiling all the while, having made nearly a full circle around the scarred elf, she leans in, placing a hand on his shoulder. " I have survived quite prosperously up to this point in my life, without you looking out for me, and i'm quite certain i'm more than capable of doing so for the forseeable future." She states calmly moving around the elf, she...
Ulvan stares at the woman for moment, then lets out a single harsh bark of a laugh and shakes his head. A moment later, his shoulders hunch once more and he continues to scan the area, keeping a watchful eye on everything.
Hearing the man's story, he begins examining the tracks on the ground more carefully, tracking the most recent as best he can, following any boot or footprints from the alley.
Survival to track: 1d20+10=19
Rhade having finished bandaging up the wounded man decides to use this knowledge to see if his injuries may have been hammed up to make it look like he was attacked by something other than a stray dog even as Catalina presses her holy symbol into Chod's flesh.
The blood on his clothing is most likely that of animals, however his wound is real and did cause him to bleed extensivly. The tearing and punctures on his arm indicate a bite attack. The creature would have had teeth like a wolf or dog and would have had a rather large mouth. The appearance of the wound seems to indicate that the butcher was indeed drag to the ground.
Hearing the man's story, he begins examining the tracks on the ground more carefully, tracking the most recent as best he can, following any boot or footprints from the alley.
Survival to track: 1d20+10=19
The freshest tracks seem to remain close to the grate covered stormdrain. The blood and the recent arrival of you and the other rescuer's obscure the way the persons who left the alley went. The animal tracks are few and can only be found near the site of the attack.
Ulvan stares at the woman for moment, then lets out a single harsh bark of a laugh and shakes his head. A moment later, his shoulders hunch once more and he continues to scan the area, keeping a watchful eye on everything...
Catalina nods and and vocalizes a short dry laugh, semingly content with this result.
"Angel eh?" She says in response to chodd's words "Either the buthcer is already suffering from lunacy or i believe he's making some sort of pass at you, half-breed." She says to Dirdelle.
" Behind bars would certainly be a safe place, both for himself and the sake of Sandport...but regardless of what we do with him, let's get him out of this damned alley before a crowd accumulates."
The freshest tracks seem to remain close to the grate covered stormdrain. The blood and the recent arrival of you and the other rescuer's obscure the way the persons who left the alley went. The animal tracks are few and can only be found near the site of the attack.
Ulven moves over to the storm drain, crouches, and tries to lift the grate up.
Strength Check: 1xD20+2: 17
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Ulven moves over to the storm drain, crouches, and tries to lift the grate up.Strength Check: 1xD20+2: 17
The drains grate removes easily, as if it has been removed often. From with in the 5x5 opening you can hear the sound of flowing water.
The moments pass quickly as each of you try to figure out more from the wounded butcher. With a comforting smile to Dirdelle, as her spell roots itself within his pschye, he says,
" I didn't need to see it to know it's a werewolf. I heard its snarl and felt its fangs. I loomed over me and drug me to the ground. I suppose I would be dead know had you not arrived to save me, my Angel. Besides, another has been attacked. A stanger to town was assalted two nights past. Sherif Hemlock has him held over at the garrison for the towns safty. Angel, tell me you'll not throw me behind bars. Tell me you can cure me of this aliment. The moon is full over our heads and I have not turned, so tell me I will be spared the evil curse."
A glance at the sky shows what apears to be a full moon shining over Sandpoint.
"I cannot promise you what I do not know. However, if we get you to the village priest, he may have magic that I do not," Dirdelle tells the man. Turning to Catalina she says in Elven, "he is neither crazy, nor making a pass. I placed an enchantment on him to make it easier for him to speak the truth to us."
The drains grate removes easily, as if it has been removed often. From with in the 5x5 opening you can hear the sound of flowing water.
Ulven glances at Rhade and Baran, raises an eyebrow and drops down into the sewer, drawing his kukri when he hits the bottom.
Perception in the Sewer: 1d20+10=18
As Ulven jumps down into the sewer Baran takes the knocked arrow from his bow and holds it up.
"Dirdelle, would you be able to provide a light spell on this arrow for me?"
As Ulven jumps down into the sewer Baran takes the knocked arrow from his bow and holds it up.
"Dirdelle, would you be able to provide a light spell on this arrow for me?"
"As you wish," she says and says a short prayer to Cayden Cailean. A few seconds later the arrow glows with a soft, warm light.
"As you wish," she says and says a short prayer to cayden Cailean. A few seconds later the arrow glows with a soft, warm light.
"Thank you friend."
Baran turns to the sewer entrance and speaks to Ulven.
"Ulven watch out, here's a light for you to see by. I'll be down in a moment."
Baran drops the arrow down into the sewer to Ulven.
The drains grate removes easily, as if it has been removed often. From with in the 5x5 opening you can hear the sound of flowing water.Ulven glances at Rhade and Baran, raises an eyebrow and drops down into the sewer, drawing his kukri when he hits the bottom.
Perception in the Sewer: 1d20+10=18
You drop twenty feet into the stormdrain and land in three feet of seawater. The passage is twenty feet wide and runs north and south with the water flowing to the south towards the Sandpoint shipyard.
Aside from the slime and fungi along the walls you are alone.
"Umm.. I'm not going down their.. I'll get my clothes all grimy. And i'll probably drown.. You see how deep that is? No way. Not happening." He huffs, crossing his shoulders.
Ree looks curious when Ulven wrenches open the grate and drops down below. "How's it look down there?" she calls to the Elf. "Any signs of recent comings and goings?"
You drop twenty feet into the stormdrain and land in three feet of seawater. The passage is twenty feet wide and runs north and south with the water flowing to the south towards the Sandpoint shipyard.
Aside from the slime and fungi along the walls you are alone.
Ulven grunts as he hits bottom and immediately begins checking the walls above water level for signs of hand marks, claw marks or signs of passage.
Survival: 1d20+10=29
HP: 32/38 and 1 Non-lethal
Ulven grunts as he hits bottom and immediately begins checking the walls above water level for signs of hand marks, claw marks or signs of passage.Survival: 1d20+10=29
HP: 32/38 and 1 Non-lethal
The depth of the water hides any chance of following tracks out of the sewer. However, you can tell by wet boot prints on the wall that someone climbed up to the surface with out touching the wall. The would have had to use a rope and used the wall as leverage for thier feet.
Baran examines the inside of the sewer shaft for any markings that are out of the ordinary.
The depth of the water hides any chance of following tracks out of the sewer. However, you can tell by wet boot prints on the wall that someone climbed up to the surface with out touching the wall. The would have had to use a rope and used the wall as leverage for thier feet.
Ulven will immediately call up to Baran in his rough voice, "BOOT PRINTS UP THE WALL. NO SIGN OF ESCAPE DOWN 'ERE. THROW DOWN ROPE."
Ulven will then take a moment and sweet his hand through the sewage at the base of the opening to look for any dropped items the attacker might have left.
Ulven will immediately call up to Baran in his rough voice, "BOOT PRINTS UP THE WALL. NO SIGN OF ESCAPE DOWN 'ERE. THROW DOWN ROPE."
Ulven will then take a moment and sweet his hand through the sewage at the base of the opening to look for any dropped items the attacker might have left.
Baran pulls the rope out of his backpack, toss one end down to Ulven and sets himself to hold the rope while Ulven climbs up.
"Don't forget my arrow."
Ulven grabs the arrow, stuffs it into his belt, takes the rope and attempts to climb up.
Climb: 1d20-1=15
EDIT: Actually, if I can hold that action, first Ulvan is going to head upstream to see where the closest human sized entrance is located, using the lighted arrow for illumination.
Rhade tries to discern the tracks of the creature that attacked the butcher trying to figure out where it headed after the attack.
Looking around Rhade notches an arrow to his bow as he makes a sweep near Baran making sure the butcher's attacker isn't still present and just hiding.
"I'm guessing that our mystery attacker had some help if he climbed up the wall in the sewer to get here," Dirdelle says. Turning back to the butcher she smiles. "Who would want to see you hurt," she asks.
"I'm guessing that our mystery attacker had some help if he climbed up the wall in the sewer to get here," Dirdelle says.
"Or claws," Ree notes. "Or maybe some small skill at magic. Maybe they were just an exceptionally good climber. But yes, a friend up top with a rope and a helping hand would probably have been very useful to someone trying to get out of there." The half-Orc seems to be enjoying the investigation, in a way ...
Etrac says interupting the other half-orc " Etrac could do with no Help"
Baran examines the inside of the sewer shaft for any markings that are out of the ordinary.
There mortor around the inside of the opening seems to have been chiped away from the inside to allow easy removal of the grate.
Ulven grabs the arrow, stuffs it into his belt, takes the rope and attempts to climb up.
Climb: 1d20-1=15
EDIT: Actually, if I can hold that action, first Ulvan is going to head upstream to see where the closest human sized entrance is located, using the lighted arrow for illumination.
FOR ULVEN
A search of the water below the opening reveals nothing. Moving north you walk about 100 yards to a large round chamber with a thick piller in the direct center. The water remains about three feet deep here but the flow southward has lessoned. There were no passages leading of the main tunnel. Painted on the piller are various symbols that appear to be images of the moon, transformations of men into monsters, and arcane runes. The piller is approxamately 15' in diameter.
Rhade tries to discern the tracks of the creature that attacked the butcher trying to figure out where it headed after the attack.
Looking around Rhade notches an arrow to his bow as he makes a sweep near Baran making sure the butcher's attacker isn't still present and just hiding.
There is nothing more that can be learned from the tracks that exist.
"I'm guessing that our mystery attacker had some help if he climbed up the wall in the sewer to get here," Dirdelle says. Turning back to the butcher she smiles. "Who would want to see you hurt," she asks.
He smiles at you and says, "I have no enemies that I know of. Oh sure, I have had some arguments over the prices of cut flanks and such but no one has ever threatened me."
FOR ULVEN
** spoiler omitted **
Ulven stares at the pillar, scowling. Finally he stomps back to the rope and calls up to Baran. "FOUND SOMETHING. SEND DOWN THE SPELL CASTERS."
Dirdelle climbs down the rope and looks at Ulven. "What have you found," she asks.
Dirdelle climbs down the rope and looks at Ulven. "What have you found," she asks.
Ulven nods in the direction of the pillar and begins slogging through, leading Dirdelle. When they reach the open room, he points at the pillar, but its careful not to disturb it.
As Baran holds the rope he directs his attention to the others.
"Perhaps hasty introductions are in order. My name is Baran Caranthir and this is Rhade and my compatriot down in the sewer is Ulven. I am a bounty hunter by trade and these two gentlemen are my friends and partners. We've come to Sandpoint in hopes of meeting Shalelu and garnering some information on the whereabouts of a bugbear brigand named Bruthazmus. That was Dirdelle who just went down to join Ulven."
Dirdelle climbs down the rope and looks at Ulven. "What have you found," she asks.Ulven nods in the direction of the pillar and begins slogging through, leading Dirdelle. When they reach the open room, he points at the pillar, but its careful not to disturb it.
Kneeling down, sticking his head down into the sewer, he yells "What's it look like? I'd come down to see for myself, but i'd drown!"
Looking up at Baran, "I'm Halungalom." He smiles brightly.
FOR DIRDELLE
"The pictures depict a process for turning men into monsters," Dirdelle says. "The symbols are just gibberish. They were most likely drawn by someone who had seen magic symbols before, but had never actually made them themselves."
"The pictures depict a process for turning men into monsters," Dirdelle says. "The symbols are just gibberish. They were most likely drawn by someone who had seen magic symbols before, but had never actually made them themselves."
Ulvan grunts at this, scowling. He looks around for any other entrances into this room, to see if he can backtrack and find the attacker's likely entrance point.
Perception: 1d20+10=17