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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2020 19:52:28 GMT
Kjell sees a couple of ruffians approach the cloaked maybe-wizards and the cloaked men hand them each a small bag like a coin purse. The men speak to them for a minute then the henchmen nod and turn towards Konrad and Justine as the pirates point towards them.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 13, 2020 20:01:22 GMT
Konrad walked to the corpses. The scene wasn’t exactly as he had experienced those years ago...but it was close enough. Only powerful magic could exsanguinate so many people so quickly, leaving them dried out husks the color of chalk. "I can't tell if its him," he told Justine then, a scowl on his face. "It's not the same. But it's... eerily similar" He sighed. "I felt like I would just... know, you know? Like I would see it, and just know with certainty if he was responsible," He looked around to see where the Wizards' friends were, and if they'd taking any notice. “I’ve seen this before,” she said. “Whoever killed your parents hardly has a monopoly on this kind of fell magic.” She touched his arm to comfort him a little. It was hard not to have the answers one needed. “We should go if there are no clues to be had.” |
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 13, 2020 20:06:04 GMT
“I’ve seen this before,” she said. “Whoever killed your parents hardly has a monopoly on this kind of fell magic.” She touched his arm to comfort him a little. It was hard not to have the answers one needed. “We should go if there are no clues to be had.” Konrad blinked for a moment when she said that, as if the thought had never truly occurred to him before. Then he nodded, "Perhaps we should trade stories some day, and see what we might learn," he said. The fact that Justine said she'd seen this before... when she had been a resident of Lockhart's, his father's own long time foe, made Konrad curious, but more determined than ever to get to the bottom of it. "you're right, we should go" he said, taking her hand, and heading back to the patio. "Thank you Kjell," he said to the elf when he returned, "It was not a fruitless trip." |
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 13, 2020 20:35:43 GMT
"His parents were killed the same way," Kjell replied to the Comte, taking note of the ruffians.
She nodded in response to Konrad when he returned with Justine. "Do you think it was him?" she asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2020 20:39:03 GMT
As they leave the charnel house, the wizards look to the departing party and discuss something among themselves then they swiftly split up and hurry away. They definitely have something in mind. The ruffians rush off toward Priscilla’s.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 13, 2020 20:39:58 GMT
"Oh, and there's spies," Kjell added, pointing to the ruffians seeing as they were now on the move.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 13, 2020 20:43:11 GMT
"They must work for the Mutineers who run the Whorehouse." Damien replied and sipped his wine. "This is an excellent red. It has a wonderful fruity taste right on the tip of your tongue. I am amazed to find such a fine vintage here." Then he chuckled, "Of course... they must have stolen from someone with exquisite taste."
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 13, 2020 20:46:57 GMT
Justine watched the spies and the wizards disperse with a frown as she fondled the handle of her gun. “We had better get back to Ceutinde. I think the storm won’t be the only thing we have to worry about. We will probably be sleeping in shifts tonight.”
She glanced up at Konrad. “Are you alright?”
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 13, 2020 21:02:06 GMT
He nodded, "Yes... I'm alright, thank you. It's just quite a bit to think about. There are clearly things going on here that we don't really understand." he added, to the group at large. "but I agree, let's get back to the inn. I have a feeling when the storm lifts there's going to be a showdown on way or the other. Plus Ceutinde can fill in some blanks for Damian here."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2020 22:37:47 GMT
Their attempt at furthering their emotional bond is slightly interrupted. Kjell’s sensitive ears hears the axe chopping beneath them over the howling winds. The platform under the gun shop starts to sway and they hear ropes starting to break. From above they hear a sudden snap and a man falls off the side of the rock and directly into the frothing waters below. They can run back up to the cafe which sits on rock itself or try sprinting down the ramps towards the ships. Kjell heard something creaking uncomfortably down that way.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 13, 2020 22:38:18 GMT
“Do any of you know the way to the inn?” Justine asked a bit nervously. “Maybe we ought to head back to the ship. Unless there’s only one inn in this place?” She looked toward Damien quizzically. He seemed like he might have been here before.
“Holy-!” she yelped and leapt back. “Which way?” Justine was not keen on making decisions.
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 13, 2020 22:51:11 GMT
"Shit. Run!" Kjell shouted, instinctively darting down, towards the ships.
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Post by Konrad of Wolfhaven on Jul 13, 2020 23:01:03 GMT
Konrad’s father told him that in his many decades of adventuring there was only one truly unbreakable axiom. Many tactics and strategies which could be debated endlessly, but one principle was eternal.
Never. Split. The. Party.
“C’mon!” He yelled to Justine as he tried to catch up to the speedy elf.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 13, 2020 23:05:35 GMT
Justine was right on their heels, not bothering to fumble her firearm back into its strapping. The only thing that could make this worse would be a giant boulder rolling behind them. She resisted the urge to check.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 13, 2020 23:11:55 GMT
They pass a haberdashery (that’s a hat store K) and get to the entrance of a hole in the rock tavern. The hand railing collapsed and the four have to make a split second decision to jump the sudden gap separating them from the ships.
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