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Baldur's Gate: Descent into Avernus (IC)

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Walking casually through the Lower City, no one questioned the presence of just another member of the Flaming Fist. As far as finding the target of their mission, it was pretty easy; public bathhouses in the Lower City were few and far between. The bathhouse is a one-story stuccoed building with stained-glass windows and clay roof tiles. Ten-foot-tall walls enclose a large courtyard outside the southeast corner of the building. The closed wooden doors to the courtyard are engraved with images of smiling nymphs dancing and frolicking in water. Hafdan couldn't see into the courtyard, but he swore he could hear the ever so quiet beating of wings stop as something landed atop the wall next to him. Nothing was visibly there.

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The party's journey to Vannath manor was not without its perils, but once you arrived within the walls of the Upper City a notable calm replaced the vibrant tension of its lower neighbor. There were no riots in the Upper City. Vannath estate at this time of night was dark, the only movement visible being the march of Watchmen and the house's personal guards that kept the home safe. Doubtless her family was currently Trancing, but they would more than likely be finished soon judging by the late hour. The large, two-story manor home was incredibly gaudy compared to the homes from the rest of Baldur's Gate, but fairly middle of the road for a Patriar- which is to say, not as overly extravagant as some.​
 
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Hafdan charsheet
Dwarf Fighter - Axe & Shield
HP: (14) 13
AC: 16/18
Passives:
  • Perception/WIS: 12
  • Investigation/INT: 9
  • Insight/WIS: 14
Battleaxe: +6, 1d8+4/1d10+4
Handaxe 20/60, +6/+5 1d6+4
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Walking casually through the Lower City, no one questioned the presence of just another member of the Flaming Fist. As far as finding the target of their mission, it was pretty easy; public bathhouses in the Lower City were few and far between. The bathhouse is a one-story stuccoed building with stained-glass windows and clay roof tiles. Ten-foot-tall walls enclose a large courtyard outside the southeast corner of the building. The closed wooden doors to the courtyard are engraved with images of smiling nymphs dancing and frolicking in water. Hafdan couldn't see into the courtyard, but he swore he could hear the ever so quiet beating of wings stop as something landed atop the wall next to him. Nothing was visibly there.

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Pausing, Hafdan reaches out a meaty hand to lean against the wall and shake his right boot as if there were a stone in it bothering him.

"Well that's odd," he says facing as near the direction of the beating wings as he can manage, "Most things flying around the Gate don't have the sense to do it invisible. I'm wondering why you do?"
 
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"AH!"
Immediately, wings fluttered in response as whatever it was flew away upon being discovered. It was difficult to keep track of something invisible and in the air. Eventually, there didn't seem to be any sign of its presence anymore.

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Later that night, while everyone was resting, you felt that same creeping sensation of being watched. It pulled you from otherwise restful sleep, like a sixth sense warning you of danger. Looking around the dark room, however, there was no sign of any other living thing. For a moment, it may seem to be as with the other times this has happened- little more than a figment of your imagination, making your hair stand on end and sending a chill up your spine. It's not until you turn back to the bed that you notice something.

In the window above the bed, a pair of eyes, almost seeming to glow in the night light, stared at you from right outside, mere inches away from the glass. The creature appeared more or less human, but with taut grey skin and ragged black hair. An open wound, seeming to perpetually bleed, gaped in its neck. Otherwise, its features were... familiar, but it was hard to recognize with the effects of death across its face. Before you could really collect your thoughts to study it closer, and maybe you have a solid guess, whatever it was noticed that it had been seen.

Without a word, it darted out of sight of the window.​
 

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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 2 Cleric - AC 9 - HP 21/21 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 15 (+2) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 13 (+1) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)

    Nima was up early. Not only to get some smithing work done, but because she didn't actually know how the rest of the party would have agreed to continue their mission. Not that she really minded if they'd already left without her, most seemed to despise the Genasi or at least be suspicious of her. And her selfless act of saving Guin's life was something she didn't need to be confronted with.

    She'd spent a large portion of the night considering her deity Gond. Yesterday was the first day in a long while she'd ever used a Guiding Bolt, or any kind of divine magic really. It came so naturally, and felt... good. Like there was some potential in her that she never got close to seeing. Some magic. Nima had always considered her religion to be just something to assure herself with, to pass the time and have some purpose in life, but now she saw paths open before her. She pondered on it longer while firing up her forge and opening the large doors to her workshop.

    She stepped outside for a few moments, taking a few breaths. It was still relatively dark and early. She didn't even know if she got a full night's sleep in, but she felt better. After staying outside a while, she moved back into her workshop and sat down placing her shield on an anvil and closing her eyes, pulling out her holy symbol and tracing it over her shield.

    "Bless my craft, oh Gond, and make it stronger. Witness my work and be pleased. I craft to honor thee and ask for thy blessing..." she muttered silently under her breath as her symbol gave off a divine glow, and her shield started doing the same. As it did, she got to work carefully carving patterns and symbols onto it.

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Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 18/18

Walk 35 ft.

STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)

As if on a timer, Tialaas awoke with the chirping of birds. His life in the wilderness had honed his internal clock to synchronize with the early rising of the animals that had once surrounded him. So just before the sun began to peak out over the horizon, he readied himself for the day. His schedule was methodical, starting first with the maintenance of his weaponry and armor before anything else. With the supplies he had, he made sure to sharpen the tips of his arrows and mend any holes that had been cut or worn into the fabric of his attire. When he had the leisure of a proper establishment, the process always went quickly. Next came inventory, as he made sure to look over his supplies and ensure that all of the equipment that he kept stowed away, remained where it had been. Though the guest room he'd slept in that night had been offered out of gratitude for his services some months before, he wasn't the kind of individual to blindly trust those around him. Thankfully, everything was in proper condition.
As brilliant sunlight broke the blue gloom of the preceding night, he strapped his studded leather down over his lean build and proceeded to layer the protective gear with his traveling garments and paraphernalia. While almost everything he carried had a home, the new addition of a mysterious dagger stood out like a sore thumb. While the majority of his supplies were either packed away or secured over his shoulder, the blade had no place. Like the day before, he slid it into the backside of his belt and hid the weapon under his cloak along with the rest of his figure.
"Walk the line of the Doombringer's teachings." Tialaas murmured to himself as he finished his preparations for the day, lastly using a discarded piece of parchment to write down his appreciation for the family's hospitality, and their compensation for his services. With nothing more to do within the residence, he took his leave and returned to the streets of the city as the world edged into the dawn of a new day. His next actions had already been decided, as he traveled quickly to the Elfsong Tavern as he'd been previously instructed by Zodge. His primary goal being to simply scrounge up any information that had been witnessed the day before. To this end, he made it a point to interact and question anyone in the immediate vicinity.




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As if on a timer, Tialaas awoke with the chirping of birds. His life in the wilderness had honed his internal clock to synchronize with the early rising of the animals that had once surrounded him. So just before the sun began to peak out over the horizon, he readied himself for the day. His schedule was methodical, starting first with the maintenance of his weaponry and armor before anything else. With the supplies he had, he made sure to sharpen the tips of his arrows and mend any holes that had been cut or worn into the fabric of his attire. When he had the leisure of a proper establishment, the process always went quickly. Next came inventory, as he made sure to look over his supplies and ensure that all of the equipment that he kept stowed away, remained where it had been. Though the guest room he'd slept in that night had been offered out of gratitude for his services some months before, he wasn't the kind of individual to blindly trust those around him. Thankfully, everything was in proper condition.
As brilliant sunlight broke the blue gloom of the preceding night, he strapped his studded leather down over his lean build and proceeded to layer the protective gear with his traveling garments and paraphernalia. While almost everything he carried had a home, the new addition of a mysterious dagger stood out like a sore thumb. While the majority of his supplies were either packed away or secured over his shoulder, the blade had no place. Like the day before, he slid it into the backside of his belt and hid the weapon under his cloak along with the rest of his figure.
"Walk the line of the Doombringer's teachings." Tialaas murmured to himself as he finished his preparations for the day, lastly using a discarded piece of parchment to write down his appreciation for the family's hospitality, and their compensation for his services. With nothing more to do within the residence, he took his leave and returned to the streets of the city as the world edged into the dawn of a new day. His next actions had already been decided, as he traveled quickly to the Elfsong Tavern as he'd been previously instructed by Zodge. His primary goal being to simply scrounge up any information that had been witnessed the day before. To this end, he made it a point to interact and question anyone in the immediate vicinity.
 
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The runners sent out from the guardsmen didn't really struggle to find Nima or Ja'Ruul. Fortunately, Ja'Ruul was already staying at Elfsong, and Nima promptly had a letter shoved under the door.


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While you went down to work and do your morning prayers, you noticed a note under the door. It read to meet your party back at Elfsong, at the bidding of Hafdan, the dwarf Flaming Fist soldier that had been working with. Otherwise, Pelor still hadn't woken up, likely resting off his injury.

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Your prayers rung up into the night. Silence followed, as it often did when one beseeched the guidance of a god, but you became confident shortly thereafter that Hoar had heard you. The Doombringer's eyes almost seemed to settle on you, his burning gaze considering your question in stoic silence. No voice ever came, but you felt something in your chest. Maybe it was just your gut, maybe it was Hoar's guidance. Justice will be served. Stay the path. A restful night of sleep followed, and your arrival at Elfsong was unimpeded. It seemed you were the first person present, having risen more early than most would.

The tavern was largely in a better state than the party had left it the night before, though blood still stained the floor in places. Alan Alyth, the half-elf bartender, nodded a greeting as you moved to wait for the others. The place was already fairly busy, though an uncharacteristic hush hung over its patrons. There was no obvious reason as to why.

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Visitors in the night aside, the night passed without incident at the Vannath estate. Any mention to the guards on Dragon's part would draw at most looks of confusion- none of them say anything strange come to or go from the estate's grounds. Most of you were awoken rather curtly by the estate's staff, generally younger human servants. "Breakfast is nearly ready. You may eat in the servant's quarters together, or your rooms." Lara received an especially passive-aggressive awakening as she opened the door to be greeted by two servants, both young women, who wore forced smiles and said, "We've drawn a bath for you at Lord Eygon's request."

Gwyn's awakening was considerably more polite, if every bit as intrusive. The knocking was gentle, and the voice on the other side was immediately recognizable as the estate's head servant, a portly dwarf named Authurn. "Lady Vannath? Are you awake? Breakfast is nearly ready and your brother Havel is here for the meal. Shall I have a bath drawn for you?"​
 

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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 2 Cleric - AC 19 - HP 21/21 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 15 (+2) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 13 (+1) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)

    Nima closed her eyes and sighed after reading the note. Seems like the rest had gotten up early too. She started to gather her things while considering if she should wake up Pelor or not. Part of her wanted to just leave without a word, just like he'd been doing to her for the last week. That'd show him. But she wasn't that bitter or petty, just yet. Besides, he needed healing. She quietly made her way back upstairs, before donning her armor, and kneeled down beside the bed to gently and stealthily check out his wound.

    Luckily he didn't seem to wake up. As she looked at is wound though, Nima was pleasantly surprised. It seemed to have healed over almost perfectly and required no further attention.

    When that was over and done with, the Genasi went back downstairs, reluctantly put her chainmail armor on again, grabbed her newly decorated and carved shield and mace as long as some supplies, and then took the same note she found earlier, scribbled a "will be back soon" on the back of it, and left.

    She silently made her way back to the tavern, already not looking forward to seeing all the familiar faces again. She especially didn't look forward to Guin. After sparing the woman's life yesterday, Nima had spent quite a while speculating how she would react to her now. Something told her there wouldn't be much of a change though. With resolute steps, the Genasi pushed open the tavern door and walked inside, ignoring the looks while looking around for the nearest empty chair away from people and sitting in it.

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Rising from his slumber with a grunt and groan or two, Hafdan takes a moment to splash some water in some strategic places, get his beard into a presentable state, and shrug back into his chain and uniform before making his way back to the Elfsong. He kept up the reputation of the Crimson Fists along the way by picking up and apple here, a sausage there, and maybe a sweetroll or two with nothing but a snort and a shrug as if to say Consider it the price of all this peace we bring to you.

With a mouth full of sweetroll he strolls down the street and takes up a position across from the Elfsong. Leaning against the wall he casually flicks at crumbs on his tabard, and waits.
 
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Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 18/18

Walk 35 ft.

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STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)

Tialaas felt the heat in his chest, the same warmth that had directed him ever since he'd joined the ranks of his Order. The feeling lingered with him, and in a way it gave him comfort. While on one end it provided reassurance that wrongful acts wouldn't go without punishment, it also gave him a greater sense of devotion to his cause. Though he wasn't one to waver in his beliefs, there was always something to be said for rewarded faith. Though he knew not the nature of the consequence, he trusted in the divine judgment of Hoar.
Turning his attention back to his more immediate circumstance, Kal took in the Tavern and its numerous features. He was no stranger to the establishment, as public spaces were typically the best places for information, acting almost as hubs for rumors and chitchat. While not everything claimed after a few pints of mead had merit, more truth could be found here than most corners of Baldur's Gate in his experience.
"Morning Alyth, another barfight yesterday?" He questioned as he strode towards the bar. His voice remained level but held a comfort within it that alluded to a degree of respect and familiarity with the bartender. The recent bloodstains told him all he needed to know, and he could easily deduce that the group of conscripted adventurers that he'd missed the day before had likely brought such slaughter to the premises. But, it wouldn't hurt to pry forth some variation of a first-hand account if he could. He readied himself to additionally comment on the sullen silence of the place but stopped short when he realized just who had walked in.
Though he'd never personally met the woman, the descriptions he'd been given had all but painted a vivid depiction of her Water Genasi's traits. If it weren't for her involvement in his makeshift investigations he might've even felt a tinge of ironic humor at her occupation in comparison to her race. He did his best to remain stealthy as he watched her move to an isolated area in the Tavern, keeping her within his sight as he listened for a response to his inquisition.



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Tialaas felt the heat in his chest, the same warmth that had directed him ever since he'd joined the ranks of his Order. The feeling lingered with him, and in a way it gave him comfort. While on one end it provided reassurance that wrongful acts wouldn't go without punishment, it also gave him a greater sense of devotion to his cause. Though he wasn't one to waver in his beliefs, there was always something to be said for rewarded faith. Though he knew not the nature of the consequence, he trusted in the divine judgment of Hoar.
Turning his attention back to his more immediate circumstance, Kal took in the Tavern and its numerous features. He was no stranger to the establishment, as public spaces were typically the best places for information, acting almost as hubs for rumors and chitchat. While not everything claimed after a few pints of mead had merit, more truth could be found here than most corners of Baldur's Gate in his experience.
"Morning Alyth, another barfight yesterday?" He questioned as he strode towards the bar. His voice remained level but held a comfort within it that alluded to a degree of respect and familiarity with the bartender. The recent bloodstains told him all he needed to know, and he could easily deduce that the group of conscripted adventurers that he'd missed the day before had likely brought such slaughter to the premises. But, it wouldn't hurt to pry forth some variation of a first-hand account if he could. He readied himself to additionally comment on the sullen silence of the place but stopped short when he realized just who had walked in.
Though he'd never personally met the woman, the descriptions he'd been given had all but painted a vivid depiction of her Water Genasi's traits. If it weren't for her involvement in his makeshift investigations he might've even felt a tinge of ironic humor at her occupation in comparison to her race. He did his best to remain stealthy as he watched her move to an isolated area in the Tavern, keeping her within his sight as he listened for a response to his inquisition.
 
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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 2 Cleric - AC 19 - HP 21/21 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 15 (+2) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 13 (+1) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)

    As Nima sat in the tavern with her newly decorated shield resting against the side of her chair and her mace hanging from her belt, she felt herself being watched. It was an uncomfortable feeling, which years of paranoid living in a city like this had honed her senses to. Her heart was beating faster as she looked around subtly.

    For the wood elf, it really wasn't difficult to spot Nima. Not only was she a water genasi, but on top of that, she in her heavy chainmail with her shield and mace stood out in a city filled with people used to fighing more nimbly and quick on their feet. There was also a certain craftsmanship to her armor, the way the chainmail managed to fit her form especially perfectly in a way no "mass-produced" chainmail ever could betrayed the fact that she made it herself.

    As she looked around to find which eyes had taken an interest in her, she managed to catch a quick glance of a wood elf near the bar. Not one of those she'd seen yesterday, this one was new. He wasn't particularly staring at her, yet she felt that he had taken notice of her since she entered this tavern. Just a minute after having sat down, Nima stood up again, grabbing her shield and slowly making her way back outside, her eyes occasionally glancing at the wood elf until she'd left the tavern.

    Once outside, she took a few faster breaths and swallowed. She was feeling a panic take over her body and almost started to hyperventilate with a terrible dry feeling in her throat, until she caught sight of the dwarf she had seen yesterday, and barely managed to collect herself. "... Hafdan" she spoke softly, approaching. Surprisingly, she seemed somewhat comforted by his familiar face. "I... assume the rest will be here soon? I don't think it's safe to stay here for too long..." She glanced back at the door to the tavern behind her, seeming suspicious of something, with a pretty clear shake in her voice.

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Hafdan charsheet
Dwarf Fighter - Axe & Shield
HP: (14)
AC: 16/18
Passives:
  • Perception/WIS: 12
  • Investigation/INT: 9
  • Insight/WIS: 14
Battleaxe: +6, 1d8+4/1d10+4
Handaxe 20/60, +6/+5 1d6+4
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Once outside, she took a few faster breaths and swallowed. She was feeling a panic take over her body and almost started to hyperventilate with a terrible dry feeling in her throat, until she caught sight of the dwarf she had seen yesterday, and barely managed to collect herself. "... Hafdan" she spoke softly, approaching. Surprisingly, she seemed somewhat comforted by his familiar face. "I... assume the rest will be here soon? I don't think it's safe to stay here for too long..." She glanced back at the door to the tavern behind her, seeming suspicious of something, with a pretty clear shake in her voice.
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"Hnnph?" Hafdan replied around a mouthfull of sweetroll. He masticated quickly two or three times and swallowed the bread. "Whaddya ya mean? It's not safe to stay anywhere in the Gate too long. We said early morning - course I don't know what that means to posh types like the patriars - prolly too bust deciding which spoon to use to open the wobbly end of their soft boiled eggs - but they should gathering round soon enough."

He eyes Nilma like a snake sizing up a bird's nest full of eggs, or a beat cop trying to figure out if a gaggle of kids is trouble or not.

"What's got you spooked, smitty?" he asks in a not-unkind way. " I didn't take you for someone with water in their spine the way you put down the beating last night."

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Rising early in the morning, Grond wonders why the gods were punishing him with such a bad headache. Just because he had a few (or perhaps more than a few) drinks before bed, he shouldn't feel so bad, should he? Ah, burn it. No sense in griping about it now. There is work to be done.

He gets out of his bed with a few curse words tossed in for good measure, then slips on his armor and straps on his sword. With the hidden dungeon under the baths and a bunch of nasty cultists to deal with, he's sure he'll get a good workout.

Setting out in the pre-dawn morning, the Dragonborn makes his way to the tavern that the group agreed to meet at.
 



Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 18/18

Walk 35 ft.

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STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)

Tialaas watched her leave, his gaze now blatant after being discovered. He'd attempted to be cautious, but her response in abandoning the Tavern entirely tipped him off. It only served to further cement his suspicions of her involvement, and that she'd likely know just who had discarded the blade he now held. What he intended to do with such knowledge, truly wasn't up to him. He'd pray to his god for guidance after obtaining all the necessary evidence, but only Hoar had the right to judgment in circumstances like these.
He waited a few minutes before he got up to follow his mark, pulling forth the dagger as he neared the door. Once outside he saw the signs of panic as she began to talk to a dwarven man, clad in Flaming Fist garb. What her intentions were at this point, Tialaas had no idea. But he recognized the addition of the new figure as a potential threat to his quest for answers. With the understanding that his window of opportunity had begun to close the moment she'd left the bar, the Blood Hunter twirled the murder weapon loosely in his hand before flicking it towards the pair. His intention had been to pierce the wall near her head and send a message. Instead, the blade went wide due to his inexpertise with knife throwing and instead embedded itself a few meters away from her. Though ultimately, he felt the meaning was all the same.
"Stop there, I have questions." He challenged from across the road, as he pulled forth his Flaming Fist Badge in a bid of authority. Though he was against the organization as a whole, the soldier she'd been talking to presented a liability if Tialaas didn't show a reason for his aggression. If nothing else he figured that waving such an indication of allegiance around would settle the man, as it was common for the Fist to take advantage of their positions.



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Tialaas watched her leave, his gaze now blatant after being discovered. He'd attempted to be cautious, but her response in abandoning the Tavern entirely tipped him off. It only served to further cement his suspicions of her involvement, and that she'd likely know just who had discarded the blade he now held. What he intended to do with such knowledge, truly wasn't up to him. He'd pray to his god for guidance after obtaining all the necessary evidence, but only Hoar had the right to judgment in circumstances like these.
He waited a few minutes before he got up to follow his mark, pulling forth the dagger as he neared the door. Once outside he saw the signs of panic as she began to talk to a dwarven man, clad in Flaming Fist garb. What her intentions were at this point, Tialaas had no idea. But he recognized the addition of the new figure as a potential threat to his quest for answers. With the understanding that his window of opportunity had begun to close the moment she'd left the bar, the Blood Hunter twirled the murder weapon loosely in his hand before flicking it towards the pair. His intention had been to pierce the wall near her head and send a message. Instead, the blade went wide due to his inexpertise with knife throwing and instead embedded itself a few meters away from her. Though ultimately, he felt the meaning was all the same.
"Stop there, I have questions." He challenged from across the road, as he pulled forth his Flaming Fist Badge in a bid of authority. Though he was against the organization as a whole, the soldier she'd been talking to presented a liability if Tialaas didn't show a reason for his aggression. If nothing else he figured that waving such an indication of allegiance around would settle the man, as it was common for the Fist to take advantage of their positions.
 
Guinevere awoke casually, as if she had fallen asleep in her bed and not been almost killed the day before. A servant had woken her and she waved them away.
It took her several moments for the realization to kick in and then her shoot out of bed.
The first and only thing that came to mind...the wound...the scar.

She reached the mirror and with a bloody curdling scream, all hell broke loose.
A full production of sobs, curses and chaos erupted in her room in addition to an eldritch blast being cast against her accosting mirror.

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Dragon did not sleep much last night. Not after the sight of the intruder. The house guards might not believe him, but he stayed alert. It would not surprise him for an assassin to try and take one of the Vanaaths life. Not after last night.

But as morning came. Nothing happened. All was well. And he would have found something for breakfast if not for the scream that emanated from Guinevere's room.

The tabaxi crossed the hall in a flash. Barreling into her door with his full weight to slam it open and enter her room with as much quickness as possible. His claws were outstretched and his eyes darted to every corner after seeing Quin was okay.

No intruder. No monsters. "What is it?!" He demanded. "What happened?!"

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Alyth didn't immediately respond to his fellow half-elf, so focused was he on his drinks. It wasn't until the man stormed off and hurled a knife across the street that the bartender's eyes went wide- more out of surprise than anything. Momentarily, he settled down. The level of bloodshed seen here the day before was enough to make even him jumpy, despite the regular murders that frequented establishments like Elfsong. Walking over, he shook his head. "Aye, another barfight," The man scoffed.

"Hells, it was more like a battlefield. Throwin' spells and shite in my tavern. Top of that, the ghost just up and sings a different song." Alyth tilted his head towards Nima and Hafdan before returning to the bar. "It was those two that were part of the group that dunnit, if you're lookin'."

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The scream and sound of shattered glass drew more than just the restless Dragon. Shortly after Guinevere's bodyguard burst into the room came a pair of lower ranking servants, followed by a familiar member of the family (to Guin, at least) clad in the shining plate armor of the Flaming Fist. The man had distinctly elvish features, but more rugged, with a close-cut beard elves generally couldn't manage. A scar ran down his cheek, resuming on his neck. His shoulder length brown hair, normally worn up, hung messily at his armored shoulders. It was her half-elven brother, Blaze (or Major, for the uninitiated) Havel, likely here on a rare morning visit.

The man brandished a longsword with teeth bared in an uncharacteristic display of concern for his younger sister. Looking around, when he noticed no immediate danger around, his tense expression fell into a somewhat annoyed leer, even as Guin continued to be a sobbing, screaming mess. "Clean this mess up." His voice lacked any of the honeyed tact of his sibling, but still carried with it a sort of booming presence. His eyes briefly seemed to notice the scar; Guin was probably, but not necessarily, too upset to see the corners of his mouth twitch upwards slightly. Without waiting to check on her further, or even addressing either her or Dragon directly, he left the room. Maybe he trusted Dragon to take care of her. Maybe he didn't care. Either way, the servants, doing their best to stay out of the pair's way, set about clearing glass from the floor.

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Elfsong itself was every bit as welcoming, though as the others noticed, it was uncharacteristically quiet compared to the evening before. Everyone seemed somewhat on edge. Could have been the barfight, could have been the change in the song.​
 

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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 2 Cleric - AC 19 - HP 21/21 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 15 (+2) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 13 (+1) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)

    "Someone is watching us... Looking for us..." she said, already feeling uncomfortable with the word 'us' in this situation. The less she would associate herself with anyone else, the better, but in this case they were in fact all in the same boat. "We have to..."

    The genasi was interrupted by the sudden sound of a dagger digging itself into the wall not too far from her. The distance was definitely large enough to not be considered an actual attack with lethal intention, but also... kind of too far away to be threatening. Nevertheless, in the instant Nima's eye fell on the dagger, she knew it was one of hers. She recognized her subtle signature mark and the soft-edged green scales that adorned the handle of it, like she decored each of her weapons and handheld tools with.

    Her head turned and her body quickly followed as she drew her shield and raised it, standing firmly in front of Hafdan and keeping her eyes fixed on the same person that was looking at her from the bar earlier. These were the consequences that had finally caught up to her. Finally one of her weapons had been used to kill the wrong person, and now it was traced back to her. She swallowed softly, but kept a brave face, her shield emitting a faint divine glow.

    "I've done nothing wrong. I don't decide what ones does with the weapons I smith" she said sternly with the same stare, a handful of words that she'd always feared she had to say to someone about to arrest her. "If you're looking to pick a fight, think twice..."

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Hafdan charsheet
Dwarf Fighter - Axe & Shield
HP: (24)
AC: 16/18
Passives:
  • Perception/WIS: 12
  • Investigation/INT: 9
  • Insight/WIS: 14
Action Surge [ ] / Short Rest
Second wind [ ] / Short Rest

Battleaxe: +6, 1d8+4/1d10+4
Handaxe 20/60, +6/+5 1d6+4

Things happened very quickly for Hafdan and a face used to glacial changes of expression spasmed with the effort of keeping up as it shifted from disbelieving scowling at Nilma's surprise of being watched, to wide-eyed alertness as someone threw a knife if not at them, then at least in a conversational distance and in a tone that wasn't exactly polite. Finally it settled back into a comfortable and practiced scowl as the considerably smaller Genasi took a defensive position in front of him.

He sidled into position next to Nilma with his shield also raised, and his hand on his axe at his side. If not immediately ready for battle, he was at least poised for it. He followed Nilma's gaze to its terminus at Tialaas and the badge he was brandishing.

"Hells' bloody tears," Hafdan let out exasperatedly, and then speaks to Tialaas, "Who're you now? You've got to do better than a badge you could have pulled off of any body or bought for half a loaf of bread in the shambles if you're going to go flinging daggers at people in this town, boy. Speak up then!"

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Name: Larassa LaFraeNicknames: Lara, Shadow
Class: RogueLevel: 1
Equipment: Shortbow & Arrows (18/20), Shortsword, 2x Daggers, Leather Armor (AC 16)

Waking the following morning, Larassa immediately shot upright in bed with a dagger in hand, her breaths coming in short gasps and her eyes wide. She glanced around the dark interior, her eyes searching for the Flaming Fist or anyone coming to claim her bounty. Seeing she was still alone, Larassa sighed and got out of the bed, leaving it rather soiled since she had not been provided with a bath or clean clothes last night. Dirt , oil, and strands of her fur now coated the silky linens.

Lighting a candle on the nightstand, Larassa quickly donned her belt and holsters along with her knapsack and shortbow. She mindfully pulled her hood over her head and went to exit the bedroom, only to find servants standing before her. She blinked in surprise and took a step back while being equally surprised at what they said to her. She truly had not expected anything when she had helped bring Guinevere back here, being allowed to stay the night alone had been more than she could have expected from complete strangers.

Ignoring the forced smiles, Larassa merely nodded at the servants and allowed them to lead the way to the bath. She could care less how passive aggressive anyone here was to her. A free night indoors, a free bath, this was all way more than she had bargained for. Larassa was starting to see the benefits of 'befriending' this odd trio of the group.
Though, as she walked behind the servants, Larassa remembered the unexpected kindness from Inula yesterday evening. She absentmindedly touched the simple bandaging Inula had done for her on her hand and though her expression did not change, Larassa's heart warmed at the memory.

By the time Larassa was brought to her bath and left to it, she gleefully dressed down and slipped into the warm waters, elated at the sensation. She could not recall the last time she had experienced a proper bath, if she had ever, and Larassa was beyond ecstatic about it. She sunk into the waters with just the top half of her face showing, her ears twitching.
As absorbed with the wondrous experience of bathing she was, Larassa dimly heard Guinevere's screaming and merely continued to enjoy her bath. She felt no rush to exit it and curiously picked up the various items provided to her, wondering what she was supposed to do with each of them. She eventually figured out they were additional cleaning items and she knew little about proper items made for someone with fur versus someone who only had skin and hair.
Using the items available to her, Larassa soon smelled of lavender and her fur began to stick up on end. Amused with the products she was using, Larassa even gave herself a mohawk of fur on her head before sinking into the warm waters once more

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Guinevere shuffled out of view and into her bathroom as Fallen Dragon burst through the door. She ignored his questioning, only screaming, "Noooo, don't you dare look at me! I'M RUIINED!!! DEFIILED!!!!" She slammed the door and climbed into her clawed bathtub.
"There's no hope for me, this meager estate will be my tomb!"

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Axtis makes her way to the tavern, looking for the others that she is supposed to meet and manages to spot Grond leaning up against a wall, apparently also waiting for the others.

She heads up to him and joins him on the wall with a nod, then pulls out a dagger and begins to clean under her fingernails with the tip.
 



Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 18/18

Walk 35 ft.

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STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)

Tialaas paused momentarily and cocked his head towards Alan as the man answered his question. He wasn’t necessarily surprised by the delayed response, the bartender could often be found enveloped in his work, a trait Kal had learned to respect. Though, he frowned at the mention of the ghost’s song changing. For all the times he’d been in and out of the Tavern, never once had the spirit changed the lyrics of such a saddening tale.
At the mention of the two figures he’d startled across the street, Tialaas’s face momentarily darkened and he pocketed the badge in his flowing garments once more.
“I doubt they paid for any damages or offered to remove the bloodstains.” He mused, though his tone was brittle and dry. As if pulled taut by the tension in the air, and similarly stressed by his own growing annoyance at the pair. As Alyth made his way back into the bar, Tialaas turned his attention back on the duo that now had drawn their shields and weapons. With a scoff, he pulled his longbow down over his shoulder and quickly plucked an arrow from his quiver, notching it in the same instant.
“Now that we’re all armed and glaring at each other, I’ll repeat. I have questions for you.” He spoke, singularly at the Genasi woman. As he did so, the veins in his body visibly bulged and strained under his skin as he prepared for potential combat. A faint scarlet glow could be seen, outlining his circulatory system as the power within him began to ignite. The all too familiar sensation of heat burning through his body welcomed the conflict greedily, but his training in the order helped him keep such destructive mysticism in check.
“As for you dwarf, this is strictly between me and the Blacksmith. Similarly, you could’ve plucked your armor off of a corpse, and the Fists wouldn’t have batted an eye.” Tialaas quipped, his voice cold and transactional. He kept his gaze trained on them both, watching for any aggressive movement that would require a swift response, but otherwise made no action to engage them in full-on battle. After all, his intentions were based on acquiring information, and he wouldn’t senselessly attack unless provoked or given enough to believe they deserved punishment.



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Tialaas paused momentarily and cocked his head towards Alan as the man answered his question. He wasn’t necessarily surprised by the delayed response, the bartender could often be found enveloped in his work, a trait Kal had learned to respect. Though, he frowned at the mention of the ghost’s song changing. For all the times he’d been in and out of the Tavern, never once had the spirit changed the lyrics of such a saddening tale.
At the mention of the two figures he’d startled across the street, Tialaas’s face momentarily darkened and he pocketed the badge in his flowing garments once more.
“I doubt they paid for any damages or offered to remove the bloodstains.” He mused, though his tone was brittle and dry. As if pulled taut by the tension in the air, and similarly stressed by his own growing annoyance at the pair. As Alyth made his way back into the bar, Tialaas turned his attention back on the duo that now had drawn their shields and weapons. With a scoff, he pulled his longbow down over his shoulder and quickly plucked an arrow from his quiver, notching it in the same instant.
“Now that we’re all armed and glaring at each other, I’ll repeat. I have questions for you.” He spoke, singularly at the Genasi woman. As he did so, the veins in his body visibly bulged and strained under his skin as he prepared for potential combat. A faint scarlet glow could be seen, outlining his circulatory system as the power within his blood began to ignite. The all too familiar sensation of heat burning through his body welcomed the conflict greedily, but his training in the order helped him keep such destructive mysticism in check.
“As for you dwarf, this is strictly between me and the Blacksmith. Similarly, you could’ve plucked your armor off of a corpse, and the Fists wouldn’t have batted an eye.” Tialaas quipped, his voice cold and transactional. He kept his gaze trained on them both, watching for any aggressive movement that would require a swift response, but otherwise made no action to engage them in full-on battle. After all, his intentions were based on acquiring information, and he wouldn’t senselessly attack unless provoked or given enough to believe they deserved punishment.
 
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    N i m a
    Water Genasi - Level 2 Cleric - AC 19 - HP 21/21 - Walk 30 ft - Swim 30 ft
    STR 15 (+2) DEX 8 (-1) CON 18 (+4) INT 13 (+1) WIS* 19 (+4) CHA *11 (+0)

    Nima shifted uncomfortable when the elf pulled a bow. He definitely seemed more skill with his weapon than she was with her mace. But Hafdan did have in point in saying that badge could just be stolen. And even if this man was Flaming Fist looking to cause trouble, he'd be outnumbered and have picked a very bad time to do so out in the open.

    Nevertheless, she felt like cowering behind her shield at the moment. Sure, there had been a handful of her clients that tried to intimidate her in her starting months as a blacksmith, but by now it had been at least half a decade since someone openly questioned her for her work. It felt strange, and it made her think about why that was exactly. Tarina's very specific choice of words in saying 'we take care of our own' yesterday made Nima draw her assumptions, and she didn't like where she ended up.

    "You'd be making a big mistake attacking us here, Elf..." she said, kind of going through her thought process on the spot and out loud. "But I guess if you wanted either of us dead, you would've thrown that dagger a bit closer to us... Certainly a friendlier welcome than I've had yesterday..." The Genasi once again thought about her sparing Guin's life, and came to regret it once again when reminded of the things that woman had said to her.

    Feeling more encouraged by Hafdan's presence though, Nima slowly slipped her mace back into the strap on her belt and moved over to the dagger, keeping her shield raised just a tiny bit. She grabbed it by the handle and gave a tug. It didn't really come out. With the slightest hint of a purplish blush on her cheeks, she gave another tug. Then used both hands to pull on it hard and finally got it out and looked it over. Definitely hers. And she figured lying about it wouldn't do her much good.

    "I'm not telling you who I made this for. I don't know, I never know. It's how I've stayed alive in this city. I don't meddle."
    Her face was still and quite unwavering.

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Tialaas Kalot

Wood Half-Elf

Level 2 Blood Hunter

AC 15

HP 18/18

Walk 35 ft.

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STR 16 (+3) DEX 16 (+3) CON 13 (+1) INT 19 (+4) WIS 11 (+0) CHA 10 (+0)

At her words, Tialaas’s grip on his arrow tightened and his eyes narrowed with precision as he attempted to discern the truth in her statement. The results were inconclusive, something he’d definitely have to work on, going forward. But in incriminating circumstances such as these, the easiest thing to do would have been to remove herself from the equation, as she did. That gave him little to believe, and even less ground for him to regard her actions. He could mentally justify if she’d simply said no on account of principles, but what he’d been given was a non-answer. A cop-out, which only made his veins glow brighter as the blood within him almost literally boiled.
“A mistake would be acting as if you weren’t implicit in whatever actions were made with that blade that you forged. You mark it with the symbols of your god, something of a signature. In a sense, that weapon has your name on it, your reputation.” Tialaas began, his words carefully selected from the research he’d done into her beforehand. With each statement he made, he pulled his arrow back farther while maintaining the angle he had.
“I have no intention of killing anyone today, but I will get answers.” He stopped short as he attempted to remember her faith and it’s nuances but found that even with his studies within the Order, his memory had fallen lax. For all of his digging, he simply couldn’t recall. Regardless, he continued, there were other points that needed to be made.
“Tell me Nima, how could you not be meddling when lives are being taken with your work? Does the man that brews poison lack responsibility when an assassin asks for his most lethal toxin? And if he doesn’t ask, is he not just an enabler?” He proposed as he regained his intellectual footing, working instead with just logic instead of religious implications. If nothing else, his wit wouldn’t fail him.
“If you truly never know, then you’re a coward.” Kal finished, his accusation coming across as if he had fired an arrow. Though, no projectiles truly had been launched. But he intended for his words to hold the weight of a blow regardless. He was testing her compassion and viewpoints with this, a hail mary of sorts. If nothing came of it, then that would be the end of his verbal approach.



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At her words, Tialaas’s grip on his arrow tightened and his eyes narrowed with precision as he attempted to discern the truth in her statement. The results were inconclusive, something he’d definitely have to work on, going forward. But in incriminating circumstances such as these, the easiest thing to do would have been to remove herself from the equation, as she did. That gave him little to believe, and even less ground for him to regard her actions. He could mentally justify if she’d simply said no on account of principles, but what he’d been given was a non-answer. A cop-out, which only made his veins glow brighter as the blood within him almost literally boiled.
“A mistake would be acting as if you weren’t implicit in whatever actions were made with that blade that you forged. You mark it with the symbols of your god, something of a signature. In a sense, that weapon has your name on it, your reputation.” Tialaas began, his words carefully selected from the research he’d done into her beforehand. With each statement he made, he pulled his arrow back farther while maintaining the angle he had.
“I have no intention of killing anyone today, but I will get answers.” He stopped short as he attempted to remember her faith and it’s nuances but found that even with his studies within the Order, his memory had fallen lax. For all of his digging, he simply couldn’t recall. Regardless, he continued, there were other points that needed to be made.
“Tell me Nima, how could you not be meddling when lives are being taken with your work? Does the man that brews poison lack responsibility when an assassin asks for his most lethal toxin? And if he doesn’t ask, is he not just an enabler?” He proposed as he regained his intellectual footing, working instead with just logic instead of religious implications. If nothing else, his wit wouldn’t fail him.
“If you truly never know, then you’re a coward.” Kal finished, his accusation coming across as if he had fired an arrow. Though, no projectiles truly had been launched. But he intended for his words to hold the weight of a blow regardless. He was testing her compassion and viewpoints with this, a hail mary of sorts. If nothing came of it, then that would be the end of his verbal approach.
 
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