Now Niklaus and Elijah are even more intrigued, Elijah says, "No, I think we'll stay. What are you going to do if we don't go?'' just then Niklaus smirks. ((They will attack with their weapons first if they notice a fight starting))
Last Edit: Nov 11, 2014 21:30:08 GMT -6 by Deleted
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 12, 2014 14:25:13 GMT -6
Day 5/the rest of Turn for the Mikaelsons:
Both brothers drew their swords and lunged at the "witch".
"No, no!" she shouted as she was backed into a corner. She screamed, waving her hands in front of her face.
Blaine the Doctor tried to throw himself between them and the "witch", but Elijah shoved him aside. While Elijah was busy, Niklaus was free to run up and easily impale the defenseless midwife. She died on his blade even before he pulled his sword free from her gut.
Apparently, she had not been their mother in disguise after all.
For Elijah, this came as something of a shock. What had this witch hunt done to them, that they would stoop to such a crime only on a hunch?
For Niklaus there was less surprise; he had long assumed they would have to start doing this with their suspects to rule them out. It had just taken this long for Elijah to go along with it.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 12, 2014 14:28:11 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 10 for Rigellio:
Rigellio wandered away from the Jewel of the Velverdyva Inn, temporarily defeated and stinging from the guard's rebuke. But, eventually, he realized this was not the end of the world. The day was still young (mid-morning) and there was plenty of more time for him to think of ways to get in to see Lord Colbert, or to find out if he was even in there...
"Well, if you say so mister, but Gerald is going to be really sore with me!" He pauses a minute, effects a frown at the man and shakes a finger at him scoldingly. "You just lost me my job! Thanks alot!" ...before skipping off really fast.
Rigellio will run down the street, out of sight hopefully, before doubling back down a side lane or alleyway back to the place. He's going to case it and look for entries that others might not choose... Windows, cellar doors, a chimney he might fit down. He'll be on the alert for the guards and try to stick to the far side of the streets/alleys as he goes, trying to blend in with the crowd (if there is a crowd).
((Also, scottenkainen, thanks for speeding this along for me! Sorry I couldn't post earlier in between yours ))
Last Edit: Nov 12, 2014 15:45:19 GMT -6 by Merctime
Eljiah and Nikaus are both severely disappointed in finding that wasn't their witch mother and they just killed some harmless woman. They let the doctor go, and head to where he told them to go to look for witches.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 14, 2014 21:34:15 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 10 for Rigellio:
Rigellio spent some time carefully casing the joint. There were a lot of windows in the building; the back wall alone had four windows on each floor. Only two of the windows on the ground floor and second floors were shuttered, and none of the third floor windows were. The windows that were unshuttered on the ground floor looked in on the kitchen and the common room. The kitchen window was even built to swivel open and was tilted up, emitting delicious smells of garlic and onion.
There were no cellar doors, but there was a back door that led into the kitchen.
And there were three chimneys up on the roof; Rigellio would just have to scale three stories to reach them.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 14, 2014 21:44:36 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 3 for the Mikaelsons:
Elijah and Niklaus cleaned the blood off their swords and retrieved their horses from the hitching post outside Blaine's house. They rode away quickly before anyone could summon the authorities about their murder -- and they rode away to go find the authorities.
It was not hard to figure out where the Viscount's garrison was in town -- it was the largest defensible structure, with a crenelated curtain wall that flew the Viscount's flags over it. The entrance to the garrison was guarded by sentries who observed patiently Elijah and Niklaus riding towards them.
"Dismount and approach!" one of the sentries called out. "What's your business?"
Nik and Eli jumped off their horses, and swiftly walked near the men, Elijah says, "We're here looking for a certain witch." Elijah produced a drawing of their mother witch and showed the men. "And this is the certain witch we're looking for, does she look familiar to you guys? Elijah looked sincere as possible while discussing his mother witch, but he doesn't exactly want to bring up that the witch is his mother quite yet.
The young scalliwag, Rigellio, quickly shot both hands to his mouth and ducked into an alleyway. Therein, the boy was riddled by one of his coughing-fits for a few moments that had plagued him since he was a very small boy when he was far too active. And with all of the running about today, they caught up to him. Just after a small bit of this, he looked around to see if he drew any attention, and seeing none, exited the alley again.
He scratched at his chin. "If I were a lofty lord of where-ever-ville, where would I stay?" The kid's face curls up in a frown with thought, but breaks into a smile quickly. "The upper levels, of course! Everyone knows that lord's think themselves high and important, and that means getting rooms at the highest part of an inn!!"
Snapping his fingers, and looking rather smug and pleased with himself, Rigellio wanders towards the building. As he nears, his eyes are casually scanning the windows of the third floor... Looking for people in rich garb passing by in the rooms, or perhaps rich decor hanging visibly. Something that a Lord might decorate a room with. He sniffs the air, hoping to catch a waft of some expensive, exotic incense or perfumes that those rich fellows tended to have about them (at least he thought so).
He's looking, also, around the streets for signs of guards, and politely bumping into people wandering by with an 'oh, excuse me!' or 'Oops! I beg your pardon!' to provide cover for his interest in this building.
If he can near this side of the inn, he will look for some off-view nook, like a wall that faces an alley. This he will attempt to climb up to gain access to the roof, or at the very least the sill of the windows of the third floor.
Even before the climb, thoughts race in the youthful thief's mind of his exciting entry of the inn, the surprising encounter of this lord the crazy older coot told him of, and the proposal of a seemingly-innocuous but completely unfathomable-to-him question that he hopes will rocket him to adventures he's yet only dreamed of.
Last Edit: Nov 14, 2014 22:00:19 GMT -6 by Merctime
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 17, 2014 14:58:39 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 11 for Rigellio:
Rigellio sniffed the air, and smelled only nasty town odors -- tanning solution from some tannery a block away, barely masking the scent of animal waste.
Behind the building, Rigellio didn't have to deal with guards or bumping into people -- he only had to worry about tripping over a chicken as it ran in front of him, or not bothering the stray goat that was munching grass nearby.
He did, however, spot an un-shuttered window on the third floor with what appeared to be fine fabric drape hanging inside it. Surely no ordinary guest received special drapes?
The coast was certainly clear to scale the wall, though that goat had now wandered over to Rigellio and was trying to chew on his sleeve -- hardly the sort of monster Rigellio imagined adventurers fought.
So Rigellio went up. The ground floor was easy -- he just jumped, grabbed a ledge, and hauled himself up. The second floor was harder, as it was not so easy to hop up from the narrow ledge and grab anything and he had to brace himself against a shutter to make the ascent. Still, getting himself the rest of the way to the draperied window was a snap. The window, luckily, was one of those fancy kinds that could be lifted open, and it was even ajar, so it could not be locked. The window was opaque glaze-glass, so Rigellio was not entirely sure who he was peeking at through the window, but it was definitely two women, one dressing the other.
The young Rigellio's heart began to beat, not only due to the adrenaline of his undertaking, but also due to the war in his heart to resist peeking. With a few deep breaths (And he knew he would hate himself in the morning!) discretion won that battle in his heart, and he holds on to the wall, not yet looking into the window.
"These women need privacy, and even though this is an opportunity not to be missed... It's just... Wrong," The young man thought to himself in a rare moment of conscience. "I'll just hang on here, and listen, until the coast is clear to sneak in. Besides," The boy continues to muse in the quiet of his mind, somewhat to assuage his testosteronic youthful manliness, "Those guards would have a heyday with a peeping tom that just got caught sneaking in to where they told me I couldn't be!"
He simply waits, listens for any tell-tale sounds he can that might give any useful information, and hopes the coast will soon be clear. This must be the room that can bring him to his goal!
((Edited: I forgot to actually name my PC Rigellio in my previous post Man, sometimes I suffer a bit of the 'old age' syndrome!))
Last Edit: Nov 17, 2014 17:10:17 GMT -6 by Merctime
Niklaus just walks past the men, he'd rather get a look for himself then trust these men. Elijah will also follow to get a look for himself, even if these guys battle them. ((If they attack they will attack))
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 17, 2014 17:34:37 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 12 for Rigellio:
Rigellio was a patient and well-mannered young thief, this particular day. He waited a good 10 minutes, peeking only long enough to see if they were done yet. And he did hear snatches of lots of talking.
"You will look ravishing in this!"
"Please, if I could rouse any interest in my old husband by looking ravishing, I would not have to amuse myself with such trifles. Oh, don't look at me that way, Marthe, there's no harm..."
Rigellio was distracted by the sound of someone trying to get his attention below him. A man dressed like a commoner, but wearing a black mask over his face, was down on the ground below him.
"You, get out of here!" the masked man hissed from down below.
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 17, 2014 17:42:14 GMT -6
Day 5/Turn 4, rd. 1 for the Mikaelsons:
"Hey, hey you! You can't just barge in here!" the sentry shouted angrily, as the Mikaelsons left their horses with the sentries and walked into the courtyard of the garrison.
There were four men on horseback, practicing sparring with the flat of their blades in the courtyard, and six more men just lounging about idle, watching. There were four more guards on the wall, looking down.
One of the idle guards, wearing only a short chainmail coat under a tunic displaying the Viscount's color and linen hose strapped to his legs, drew a sword and approached the Mikaelsons.
"Hold, you two! We post sentries for a reason. Observe due process and announce your name and purpose to me, or face steel."
Three more guardsmen moved to intercept the brothers, while the men on horseback looked on for now, distracted from their sparring.
Rigellio nearly fell at the sound of the harsh whispering below, so full was his concentration at listening into the room! One arm flailed about as the other luckily held firm; That flailing arm found it's way to his lips, giving that strange masked fellow the universal "SSSHHHHhhhh!" Sign. His eyes bulging, the young man experienced some trepidation at his predicament, and wore it clearly on his face.
Quickly, the boy looked about him, left and right. Could that masked fellow be alerting him to someone coming? His free arm moving up to the roof-rail, Rigellio prepared to vault himself onto the roof at the slightest possibility of his (further!) discovery, but yet waited to see what more that strange person below would do next... Heart racing!
Niklaus says, "Oh, dear... you guys need back up to fight with us?" he continues, "We are looking for an evil witch, she deserves what she has coming to her... you guys are merely just putting off the inevitable!" Niklaus, in a rage gives them all an evil stare. He is so tired of following his brother on these dead ends, but realizes he's completely outmatched by how many guards are pouring in and notices Elijah motioning to leave.
Elijah adds, "If you are aiding her, we will get to the bottom of it!"
Both of the brothers set back to their horses. ((If the men try to fight still, they will fight back.))
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 18, 2014 11:31:48 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 12a for Rigellio:
Rigellio was right to prepare himself to hide, because the window next to him began to open! Rigellio tried to vault up onto the roof -- but moved too quickly and slipped!
Rigellio tried instinctively to grab each ledge he passed as he tumbled past, but failed, and was unable to right himself or gain control of his fall. A second later, he was sprawled out on the ground behind the inn, near where the masked man stood.
The head impact had been a critical blow. Rigellio had one last moment of conscious thought -- a fleeting memory of his good friend Pipsqueek the mouse -- before he was gone.
((ACK! Climb walls roll: 98%; saves vs. paralyzation to grab 2 ledges: 2, 12; damage - 8 pts. Life was just too dangerous for poor Rigellio.))
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 18, 2014 11:43:11 GMT -6
Day 5/the rest of Turn 4 for the Mikaelsons:
The guards did not seem to take the Mikaelsons to be enough of a threat to stop them from leaving.
"That's right, get out, you crazy fools!" was yelled at their backs, along with some laughter, as the two of them rode off from the garrison's gates.
Minutes later, across town, their pride was still stinging from this latest indignity. Killing an innocent midwife and being chased out of a military outpost, all in the same day! They needed direction now, something to help focus them off these defeats. Or at least a distraction.
And then a distraction came. They spotted a parade of armored fighting men -- eight in number -- marching into town from the south. With them was a well-dressed man armed with only a dagger. This lot of men were met by another well-dressed man, this one armed with a quarterstaff that he held like a walking stick. Their purpose was unguessable and raised the curiosity of Elijah and Niklaus. Perhaps more importantly, none of these men wore the Viscount's colors.
The boys decided to give up on finding their mother anytime soon, maybe they should just put it on the back burner and find people looking to hire adventurers for currency. Maybe these 8 armored guys have an idea, or they could join them... Niklaus decided to ask, "What are you guys?", and "Do you need any other men? We can help for some currency."
Last Edit: Nov 18, 2014 22:38:57 GMT -6 by Deleted
Post by scottenkainen on Nov 18, 2014 23:07:42 GMT -6
Day 5/turn 38 for Joaquim, Marcel, Caltaran, Ximo, & the Mikaelsons:
Joaquim, Marcel, and Caltaran arrived in Ryemend, but needed to find Ximo, who should be here already. They found the abandoned magic school and briefly considered if Ximo would have gone in alone...but that didn't seem like the careful man they had just recently met. So they waited a few minutes, and then it was decided that they should parade about more and remain visible for Ximo to find.
And he did. Ximo came jogging up to them, winded, having needed a little extra time to finish studying his second spell.
And they were spotted by the Mikaelsons, who had spotted the parading already and were finally curious enough to approach them.
"What are you guys?" one of these two horsemen asked. "Do you need any other men? We can help for some currency."
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 19, 2014 1:19:06 GMT -6
Marcel, a large man in plate armor, looked the two strangers up and down, then glanced to Joaquim, the thin man in plain clothes. The mage shook his head. "No mercenaries. In fact, we might want to have them searched for tattoos."
The big man sighed at the last sentiment. He didn't disagree, but it was a shame that things had gotten that far. Still, he'd rather not push a pair of armed and armored sellswords any farther than he had to. "Sorry, friends," Marcel said to the new-comers. "Official Church business. You'd best be on your way."
"Wait a moment..." Ximo interjected. But Joaquim and Marcel were already leading the band away. He hustled up to join them once again at the head of the party. "Why not take them on? They looked well-armed and ready for work. We can put them at the front if you're worried about their intentions. Or is this a bargaining tactic?"
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 19, 2014 8:03:21 GMT -6
"We don't know the first thing about them," Joaquim said. "They might be cult. We get close, they tip off whoever is inside. Or trigger some sort of trap."
"And just because a man has some fancy armor and a sword doesn't mean they know how to use them," Marcel added. "The Church has vouched for these other men. I'm not picking up any random stranger off the street who wants a little coin in their pocket."
"To that point, Marcel, I haven't seen you use that fancy armor or sword either," Ximo replied. Then, "Woah...woah...just an observation not an accusation. Is it so well known about the city that you two are opposing the cult? I'd like to know if I've already signed up with marked men. I may not be much to look at but I do enjoy keeping myself healthy. I bring no known enemies to this operation, I'll swear to that. I was under the impression the Cult had little idea you were acting against them...."
Ximo's thoughts kept tumbling out of his mouth, "I hope you two are doing things to make sure you are the ones doing the ambushing not the ones being ambushed...I know I will be looking into more...secure circumstances once we are done here."
Post by Ronny Serio on Nov 19, 2014 9:29:12 GMT -6
Joaquim was obviously agitated and started to respond, but Marcel held out a hand to still him.
"No offense, friend," the big man said, his voice level. "But I don't know you from Robilar, so I'm not concerned about your assessment of my abilities. The cult most certainly knows who we are by now, so if that's a problem, no one is stopping you from taking your leave."