Anything unusual happen on our way to the harbor?
Any taverns on the way to the harbor? Or does the whole undead thing make it kinda pointless, he he.
Ash catches Philips' glance.
"Feh! Just being undead doesn't stop people from enjoying themselves." She informs him.
"People sing, they dance..." Her lips quirk in humor, "One of the most favoured games of course is playing 'Knuckle bones'." Ash shakes her head.
"Music is a tad scares, though if you're a Bard and can sing you pretty much set your own price. Most taverns make do with the best vocalists they can get."
"Games of dice and cards are also big." Ash adds.
Philip chuckles, "Knuckle Bones, that's a good one. Actually, I an, or was still a kid, and I never really got a chance to go to taverns before, but one of them may have seen Themon, especially since he needs to eat, right?"
Philip chuckles, "Knuckle Bones, that's a good one. Actually, I an, or was still a kid, and I never really got a chance to go to taverns before, but one of them may have seen Themon, especially since he needs to eat, right?"
Ash looks back at Philip.
"If the person you speak is alive? Then for eating there is probably only the power of magic that will be sustaining him." She sweeps her arms in a circle. "Look around. Does anything here look edible? No, this Themon doesn't need to leave their retreat for something as simple as food." Ash continues to walk towards the harbor and the awaiting encounter at the light house.
"No...if Themon was inclined to visit a tavern now-a-days it would be for entertainment..." Ashs' voice drops lower, "...Or companionship..."
Ash looks back at Philip.
"If the person you speak is alive? Then for eating there is probably only the power of magic that will be sustaining him." She sweeps her arms in a circle. "Look around. Does anything here look edible? No, this Themon doesn't need to leave their retreat for something as simple as food." Ash continues to walk towards the harbor and the awaiting encounter at the light house.
"No...if Themon was inclined to visit a tavern now-a-days it would be for entertainment..." Ashs' voice drops lower, "...Or companionship..."
On hearing Ashs reply, Philip feels a strange feeling come over him. It takes a moment for him to realize he was blushing. Or would be if he was still alive. "Wait a second, here. Why would he need...companionship? And would he be out of luck, I mean wouldn't he need..." His voice trails off, and he averts his gaze as he digests what he has learned about stuff he really didn't care about before.
"Wait a second, here. Why would he need...companionship? And would he be out of luck, I mean wouldn't he need..." His voice trails off.
Ash again glances over a shoulder. An eyebrow raised,
"Huh? I don't know lint about this Themon guy. I'm just pointing out problems with your ideas, that's all. For some one to want to go to a tavern, or any establishment, they need to be getting something out of it. Now, if Themon were a warrior then I can see him wanting to go to a weapons smith or armorer. For some one to want to go into a Tavern, they would be wanting to get something from one, right?"
She slows her stride so as to walk amongst the group and not lead them, the better to converse.
"You indicate Themon is a Wizard, yes? He's intelligent, yes? He's alive, yes? So, for him to want to go into a Tavern that's catering to only people who're undead, what's he going in there for?" Ash purses her lips an frowns in thought.
"...See a crime, find the motive, catch the criminal." She quotes, "Not sure where I read that in the Library Vault. Still, I don't have a handle on this Themon fellow. I just remember the name, you guys seem to know more." Ash grins, "Except where the light house is, of course." She finishes with a wink.
Philip flounders for a response at the end of Ash's comment (and the wink at the end did not help things either). Then inspiration strikes, "Well, Ash, I was thinking maybe he was looking for information, like maybe how to get to the lighthouse, kind of like what we are doing. He could also have been hiring a guide or bodyguards even. I think those are good reasons for him to go into one, and someone may have seen him."
Nalaliel "something's wrong... i have a feeling we're being seen by something evil..."
At the robed ones' comments Ashs' hands drop to her hips and she looks around as well,
Filleox falls into a sullen silence. All this talk of "companionship" depressed him. Filleox's greatest love had always been of life, and his current state seems to be mocking him. Filleox actually wishes that he could feel hunger, thirst, or another need of the body. It's an absurd thing to wish for, considering the obvious impossibility of SATISFYING any of those compulsions. He knows that getting his wish would only frustrate him all the more, but he wishes it all the same.
Nalaliel's warning snaps Filleox out of his brooding. He looks around.
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you don't find anything with the perception check, but the detect magic does reveal a strong magical effect coming from one of the houses, though its impossible to determin what kind of magic since it feels like several spells of high power are cast on this place
Philip draws his sword, and glances around him . He whispers to the others, "Let me go check it out." He then slips off into the shadows, trying to track the unknown shadow down.
Despite Philip's implication to stay behind, Filleox joins him, clutching his morningstar, unwilling to let Philip face possible danger alone. He sticks to the same shadows as Philip.
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you find after a few minutes of tracking the shadow, a small skeleton trying to enter a building opposite of the magical one, it doesn't notice you, but it seems to be having a hard time picking the lock of the building, which is unusually quite and empty, for such a place in the middle of this city
Philip motions quietly to Filleox to move into flanking position, and draws his sword, then moves close to the small skeleton, and quietly asks him, "Having some trouble, my friend?"
Ash stays with the robed figure and the small...person...
Though her hands hover near her waist and the scimitars that are sheathed there.
"Hey do me a favor, little one, and answer our questions first. Number one, who are you, and number two, why are you following us?"
"Right, and I am the King of Siam. Now why don't you try telling us the truth, and we won't...hurt you."
"Ha ha, tell us another one! If you were going to play a prank on us, then why are you trying to break into this house here?"
"So, is this your home, or did you just pick that window out of thin air?"
"Special spot for what, hiding, stalking others?"
"Ok then, can you tell us anything about that house?" Philip points to the house with the magical auras surrounding it.
"What kind of magical wards does it have? Glyphs of warding?"
Philip turns to Filleox, "This might be worth checking out, those wards could have been left by Themon."
Filleox asks Twig: "How do you know that it's magically warded? Are people prevented from coming in, by some kind of invisible wall? Or does something terrible happen to those who approach?"
After Twig replies, Filleox considers Philip's words.
Philip turns to Filleox, "This might be worth checking out, those wards could have been left by Themon."
"I don't know. This house seems an even weaker lead than the other one. We don't know that the house has anything to do with Themon, nor with us. There could be any number of wizards who might have warded the place. Nalaliel said that we're being seen by something evil, but I've seen no evidence that it has anything to do with the house. And even if something evil is watching us, we don't know that this 'something evil' has any hostile intentions toward us."
"I don't know. This house seems an even weaker lead than the other one. We don't know that the house has anything to do with Themon, nor with us. There could be any number of wizards who might have warded the place. Nalaliel said that we're being seen by something evil, but I've seen no evidence that it has anything to do with the house. And even if something evil is watching us, we don't know that this 'something evil' has any hostile intentions toward us."
Philip shrugs helplessly, "Well we don't have to check out the house now, plus it sounds dangerous to try to break the wards. Let's go to the lighthouse first, then we can return to the house if the lighthouse proves a dead end."
"Speaking as one who follows his philosophy rather closely, I would say we take him with us. He is no friend, but I would much rather have him where we can keep an eye on him, I assume killing him is out of the question?"
Philip turns to Filleox, and says, "Well good thing we did not go into the house, otherwise we would be trapped as well."
Motioning to Twig, he asks "would you like to come along with us?"
"Off to the lighthouse then."