A man stands staring at the notes he has made on the wall.
Kelvin: dead, attacked by snakes Highforge: dead, attacked by ?scorpions (Actual cause of death unconfirmed, follow up)
Mirros: safe and functional. (Presumed due to security of the town) Luln: dead (unconfirmed, follow up)
Darokin: dead (reasons and cause unknown, follow up) Threshold, closed (reasons unknown, follow up)
The man sighs and looks to the imp beside him. “Well I vote we don’t go to Luln just yet, might cause an incident... I guess Darokin it is”. “Up in the mountains? You’re a right bastard you are” replies the imp.
A hooded figure trudges through the snow with an imp flying just behind him. “This weather is insufferable” says the creature. “Quite whining, we are nearly there. Watch out of the siege engines” replies the man. The man walks up to the door of the Capua Caravan Darokin office and opens the door, he sighs at the carnage found inside. “Right, time to get to work Imperious” he says as he opens and closes his hands to return feeling to them.
// I did some skill checks in the pictures, if the team thinks it is appropriate to reply that would be sweet. If not the investigation continues!
Last Edit: Jan 3, 2020 4:44:00 GMT 10 by Nobgoblin
Several adventurers are overheard talking about returning from a cave full of Bandits and Travellers, two tribes meeting for some unknown purpose at the time. It appears they managed to interrogate one of them and they speak openly in town about "Snake tattooed gang members" having organised this bizarre meet up and did not show up at all.
Verity is seen leaving a note for Kavar at the tower.
But if the earth ends in fire And the seas are frozen in time There'll be just one survivor The memories of our lifetime
A hooded man approaches a locked compound. He looks down at a list in is hand before nodding “this is the warehouse” he thinks to himself. The list is exchanged for a lock pick and the lock yields to his nimble fingers. The figure slips inside silently.
A scream is head as a man falls with a dagger wound to his neck, his companions look around frantically. “It’s just one man, get him” the lights go out and screams are heard. When the light returns there is only bodies and bloody boot prints.
A disembodied hand slams what appears to be the group’s leader to the ground. The hooded man squats next to him and taps him on the head with the hilt of his dagger. “I hope you’re not using, I need you to focus.” “Are you working for them?” The fallen man’s eyes widen in fear “What? No!” The hooded man sighs as the man on the ground says, “I told you what you want, will you let me live?” Leather creaks as the hooded man scans the room taking in the drug lab. “No.”
The hooded man strides up to one of the drug labs, he crushes one of the lotus flowers in a mortar and pestle and creates a sample of the drug. He carefully sniffs and tastes the resulting product “interesting.” He smashes the lab to pieces before slipping back into the shadows.
Sitting on the pier in the nest the hooded figure silently crosses another name off his list. He stares sullenly at the rising sun before boarding a ship.