Scuffled Man *Groans in pain holding his wound*
Bobbin Are you okay?
Scuffled Man "H-help!"
Bobbin What do you need help about?
Dral Winterward looks out
Dral Winterward "What is it"
Dral Winterward to the man
Scuffled Man "I.. I tried to visit my grandmother and some horrible man told me to leave."
Vendor 'Xon looks up
Gillian Massey anyone got a healing kit?
Scuffled Man "I told him no, and his goons-" *Coughs blood on the ground* "His goons took after me!"
Bobbin He looks the man over then nods slightly.
Dral Winterward "Where at is your grandmother?""
Scuffled Man "Her grave is in the graveyard."
Bobbin Drink this or it looks like you won't make it to a proper healer.
Bobbin ... Eh...
Vendor 'Xon smiles at Gil sound like a quest
Scuffled Man "He wont let anyone near the graves, he was digging something up."
Bobbin He attempts to hand the man the healing potion.
Scuffled Man *Grabs the potion drinking it quickly*
Dral Winterward "Some goons told you off from your grandmothers grave"
Dral Winterward "I don't need to hear more.. on me if your comin"
Riva Rootclaw dusts her hands lightly and quirks a brow towards the fire.
Scuffled Man "He .. Just an arse.." *Coughing from drinking it to fast*
Scuffled Man "I'm going to get to the shrine and get this looked at." *He limped off towards the city*
*Into the Graveyard*
Bobbin Alright, I'll watch your back Dral.
Dral Winterward chuckles
Dral Winterward "Maybe you wanna go first?"
Bobbin You know this is probably some kind of setup
<i>There is a fog to the air as the rain begins to fall from the recent storm.
Dral Winterward "Noo.. that man was hurt.. and who lets people dig in the graveyard?"
Bobbin Hey there Wild.
Riva Rootclaw meandered on after the pair, curiosity driving her more than anything. She offers a slight nod of greeting.
Dral Winterward "It's dark, either of you can help with that?"
The mud is wet with several footprints.
Riva Rootclaw cast a gentle light on Dral-- wary of anything too bright.
Bobbin Well, guess we best get to looking
Dral Winterward "Aye.. "
Dral Winterward Tell let you discover those prints.. I am oblivious really
Riva Rootclaw gestures to the ground. "Perhaps those prints will lead us to the quarry?"
Dral Winterward following the tracker now
<i>A red light flickers across the graveyard
Bobbin Either one of you have a deathward handy?
Riva Rootclaw "Yes. Gather round closely."
Bobbin Thank you
Riva Rootclaw nods and eyes the red lights warily, after murmuring the incantation in her native tongue.
<i>The sounds of digging can be heard near the cave to the west. The sounds of bickering can be heard between a man and women.
Bobbin I lost the footprints. I guess pick a path.
Dral Winterward "Well, I hear shovels..sounds like up them stairs?" looking around
Dral Winterward "Seems like time for people who don't clank to have a look? or you wanna rush em?"
Riva Rootclaw cants her head a little, tilting one of those keen elven ears upward. "I hear arguing-- something about shooting someone, and fear of the Fist coming. Perhaps related to the injured man?" She keeps her voice low.
Bobbin Let's see what's happening first. We're not guards.
Bobbin For all we know he attacked them.
Dral Winterward nervously shifting his weight
Bobbin Well, let's go see.
<i>The howling of wind moves through the vally and across the tombs.
Dral Winterward Whispers "We can't let em get away iffin their diggin up the dead"
Bobbin He shrugs.
<i>The noise is coming from the east
Riva Rootclaw looks to Dral with a slight nod, then moves to follow the tiefling, having only caught the tail end of things.
Sniffling Half Orc "Someuns comin boss!"
Bobbin Hello.
Sniffling Half Orc *Sneezes on his hands looking to the others*
Dral Winterward "STAY still "
Lovarik Terrorfang *Sticks his shovel in the ground digging deeping in the grave*
Giggling Rogue "Is that the
Flaming Fist?"
Riva Rootclaw observes from behind, remaining in her elven form for now, wary of drawing too close like this, though.
Sniffling Half Orc "Nuw, its just some gnome and his friends."
Sniffling Half Orc "What do ye want? We have business here."
Sniffling Half Orc *Sneezes again sniffling*
Giggling Rogue *Giggles.*
Sniffling Half Orc *Looks to
Bobbin* "What ye lookin at half breed?"
Bobbin He looks over the bodies then winces and says, "That goes a bit beyond any kind of adventuring this being an active graveyard."
Lovarik Terrorfang "Tell them to leave Gormok! We have work to get done!"
Dral Winterward Moves around to the side trying to block off runners
Bobbin He sighs and kneels down and changes his boots.
<i>A pile of dug up bodies rest to their left with two chests covered in dirt
Sniffling Half Orc "Aye Gigguls!"
Sniffling Half Orc "This un here is takin 'es boots off!"
Sniffling Half Orc "What am do?"
Lovarik Terrorfang "Hey! You! Stay away from my work!"
Lovarik Terrorfang "Blasted thieving gnomes!"
Dral Winterward goes to grab the shovel out of his hand
Bobbin After putting on another pair of boots he stands back up.
Lovarik Terrorfang *Grabbing at his shovel as its taken from his hands* "Hey! You bloody bastard!"
Lovarik Terrorfang "Do you have any idea who I am!?"
Dral Winterward "Get your arse back away"
Giggling Rogue "Oi, leave master's shovel in peace!" *Giggles.*
Riva Rootclaw cants her head, puzzled. "I do not think hired grave-diggers would be attacking visitors to a graveyard," she remarks quietly, though that much is obvious; she glances over towards Dral, weight shifting a bit.
Bobbin Can you explain who you are?
Giggling Rogue "Needs it for work, important work, yes!"
Dral Winterward tosses the shovel away out of reach past the fence
Lovarik Terrorfang "I am
Lovarik Terrorfang!"
Sniffling Half Orc Tarra Fang!
Bobbin He nods slowly then asks, "What's the work involve and what do you plan to do?"
Dral Winterward "You like handin out poisoned drinks per chance?"
Giggling Rogue "Yeah!" *Giggles.* "Terrorfangies!"
Lovarik Terrorfang "Why would I do that! I just need a few dead pieces for my golem."
Lovarik Terrorfang "Would you shut up with that incessant giggling!"
Bobbin He shakes his head slightly.
Giggling Rogue "What? You told me you loved it last night!"
Lovarik Terrorfang *Looks back to Dral* "Leave and you and your friends can take some of the pieces I found on some of these corpses. I don't need the gems just the parts?"
Lovarik Terrorfang "I hate her."
Dral Winterward "You should take a walk with us as I see it"
Lovarik Terrorfang "I am
Lovarik Terrorfang. I do not follow orders from the likes of you"
Riva Rootclaw "Should I... perhaps retrieve one of the Fist while you two remain to watch them?"
Sniffling Half Orc *Sniffles nervously.*
Lovarik Terrorfang "Hey now!"
Dral Winterward "Sounds like an excellent idea to me" nods once
Giggling Rogue "Why you gotta be like that?!" *Giggles at Riva.*
Lovarik Terrorfang "Theres no reason to get the Fist involved."
Bobbin "Look. Lomack. You do know there are easier and less stupid ways to get bodies... for... whatever?"
Lovarik Terrorfang "We can strike a deal."
Giggling Rogue "Good deal, yes!" *Giggles some more.*
Sniffling Half Orc A d-dd-deal! *Sneezes again*
Bobbin "If you stay here and tae these bodies you and your two friends are going to end up killed."
Lovarik Terrorfang "And if we leave peacefully?"
Giggling Rogue "Whoa! What a mean thing to say to someone!" *She snaps at
Bobbin with a giggle.*
Bobbin "You'll probably have the Fist looking for you as I'm sure a patrol is mustering any minute now."
Dral Winterward "
Lovarik Terrorfang "So... What you're saying is you didn't see anything, and we can leave?" *Eyeing the crossbow*
Bobbin "If you want to make a golem to play cards with, that's your business but at least go and get the parts from some pests like full orc, goblins, or kobolds, or gnolls."
Riva Rootclaw rubs her jaw a bit. She looks to Dral.
Dral Winterward "You can walk to the fist with us.. you can have us grab the fist.. or we can take you to the fist"
Bobbin "Better yet, Trolls. The heal great."
Sniffling Half Orc *Sniffles few times, glancing to his sides.*
Lovarik Terrorfang "Hmm.. I have considered your offer."
Dral Winterward "
Bobbin, you'll let me have the green idiot if this goes down yea?"
Bobbin He looks to his feet and raises a hand and says, "Bob, stand here a moment."
Lovarik Terrorfang "Terror dang bows to nobody! Guards! Kill them!"
Giggling Rogue "Why ye keep talking about them Fist? You sound threatening!" *Giggles.*
Dral Winterward subdued Sniffling Half Orc
Giggling Rogue "Nooo sniffles!"
Dral Winterward subdued Lovarik Terrorfang
Riva Rootclaw subdued Giggling Rogue
Dral Winterward "HA! tie em up"
Bobbin Bob... You're way late.
Riva Rootclaw grunts, easing a step back then-- squinting at the shadow.
<i>The three bandits lay motionless on the ground.
Bobbin Well... Let's get these three to the Fist, they might have a little life left in them."
Dral Winterward rummaging through a bag for rope or twine or something
Dral Winterward "I err.. got nothing"
Riva Rootclaw returns to elven form, stepping forward to check the three for said signs of life.
Dral Winterward "Three of them.. three of us.. think we can carry em??"
Bobbin He hauls the Hin to his shoulder.
Bobbin Eh might as well check these too.
Dral Winterward sighs.. "Alright.. give me the big smell one"
Dral Winterward grabs the orc
Riva Rootclaw "More of a dragging, as I doubt the Fist would appreciate a large animal hauling a body out."
*Remains motionless.*
Dral Winterward "Take that ones mask off.. lets see who they are"
Riva Rootclaw reaches to pull the mask off of the man who'd had one-- Terrorfang.
Bobbin He sets the Hin down then tilts his head with a frown.
Riva Rootclaw attempts to, anyway.
Dral Winterward "Hey, that's meant for those lying in peace"
Dral Winterward "Surely that's where they got it from.."
Dral Winterward "Imma come back and let these people rest after we take these three to the Fist"
Bobbin Fella making golems thought maybe one of the chest were.
Bobbin He picks up the Hin.
Riva Rootclaw "Graverobbing is considered taboo when in a graveyard," she agrees.
Dral Winterward Hmphhh
Dral Winterward Starts to haul the orc to the east gate
Bobbin I think I can carry the Hin and scrawny one.
Bobbin He changes his belt.
Riva Rootclaw "I can carry one of them," she shrugs, pulling herself to her feet. "Whichever you do not."
Bobbin He offers the Hin to Riva after pulling their leader by the scruff of his robe.
((There are two humans and a half orc))
<i>The bodies drag easily.
Riva Rootclaw takes the giggling human and helps drag her.</C
*Eastern Farmlands*
Riva Rootclaw looks to the left, and to the right.
Bobbin He drags the body clear of the archway then drops it.
Flaming Fist Officer . . .What?
Flaming Fist Guardsman Oi. . what's that?
Dral Winterward Drops the orc and lets his had slam against the ground
Flaming Fist Guardsman Yall turning ya selves in for a muggin?
Dral Winterward "Ooops"
Riva Rootclaw carefully sets the human down and rises, hands splaying, palms up, indicating she is unarmed.
Bobbin Of course not. These three were digging up bodies and they said to make a golem. Have a priest revive them and see for yourselves.
Bobbin The also attacked a man that should have reported it to some guards by now.
Flaming Fist Officer "Ah, this one."
Flaming Fist Officer *Looking down at the three* "Good work, you three."
Dral Winterward "Aye.. Riva and
Bobbin here did quick work of those three"
Dral Winterward "Hopefully, they will sing praises at the campfire later"
Flaming Fist Officer "Good work. Which one of you is
Bobbin."
Flaming Fist Officer *He looked to Riva* "Good work
Bobbin."
Bobbin After a tilting his head toward Dral he says, "So, there bounty for bringing in criminals?"
Riva Rootclaw "I-- am Riva."
Flaming Fist Officer "Oh.. Well then, good work Riva."
Riva Rootclaw rubs the back of her neck.
Bobbin "I'm
Bobbin the Magnificent today."
Flaming Fist Mercenary *Flops a body on the ground by the hair* Fresh meat.
Riva Rootclaw inclines her head a little in acknowledgement, and glances to the left.
Flaming Fist Officer *Looking down to the masked unconscious man then to
Bobbin* "You two part of.. The same cult?"
Flaming Fist Officer *Looking between the masks*
Flaming Fist Mercenary Cult. . one of them cultists?
Flaming Fist Mercenary Hands. . show us the hands.
Bobbin What?
Flaming Fist Mercenary -Hands-
Bobbin Oh... Forgot about the mask.
Flaming Fist Officer "I've seen that mask before."
Flaming Fist Mercenary *Leans down and checks the hands of the downed man.*
Bobbin No...
Riva Rootclaw "I need no bounty," she states carefully, taking a step to offer the mercenary some space.
Bobbin He lifts his empty hands and pulls off the mask.
Flaming Fist Officer "Right then. The three of you are lucky."
Flaming Fist Mercenary Back of the hands.
Flaming Fist Officer "We had a bounty on this one for a while now."
Flaming Fist Officer "Three thousand gold to his capture."
Bobbin He shows the back of his gloved hands.
Flaming Fist Mercenary Bare hands. . .
Flaming Fist Mercenary Ya can do it over there.. away from folk.
Flaming Fist Mercenary If ya like.
Flaming Fist Officer *Looks down at the new body* "Remove these bodies, if you will."
Flaming Fist Mercenary Aye sir. . I'll haul 'em.
Bobbin "Don't see how that makes a difference" He says while pulling his gloves off with a scowl.
Flaming Fist Mercenary *Peers. . . *
Riva Rootclaw looks between guard and tiefling.
Frederick Von Rittermark looks at
Bobbins hands
Flaming Fist Mercenary *nods with a grunt.*
Bobbin He shows the back of his bare hands.
Flaming Fist Officer *Reaching into his armor he took out a piece of parchment writing down with a grease pencil* "Bring this to headquarters."
Bobbin His hands do bare a few scratches but no tattoos or markings.
Flaming Fist Officer *Holding it out to
Bobbin* "Break it up amongst yourself as you will."
Frederick Von Rittermark shrugs
Bobbin He nods and accepts the parchment.
Flaming Fist Mercenary *Nods and grabs the still breathing man.*
Flaming Fist Mercenary *Dragging him by a foot.*
Flaming Fist Officer *Looks to the guardsman* "Get a few of the others."
Flaming Fist Guardsman "Yes sir."
Bobbin He nods then steps over to Dral.
Flaming Fist Guardsman "Pardon"
Dral Winterward "Ohh, I don't need reward for all your work"
Dral Winterward smiles
Bobbin He shrugs then says , "Thanks."
Flaming Fist Guardsman *Picking up the unconscious rogue over his shoulder and carries them off*
Dral Winterward "I need to get those who were dug up back in their holes"
Riva Rootclaw accepts the coin with a faint nod.
Flaming Fist Guardsman *Dragging the last unconscious half orc off*
Flaming Fist Officer "I'll write your names down."
Flaming Fist Officer "
Bobbin, Riva, and who would you be?" *Looking to Dral*
Dral Winterward "
Dral Winterward sir"
Bobbin Make sure you mention Dral too. He lead.
Flaming Fist Officer "Thank you Three. Spend that gold wisely."
Bobbin He changes his boots.
Dral Winterward waves his hands off
Dral Winterward "HA ha.. no no now"
Riva Rootclaw "Ah... thank you."
Dral Winterward "Just doin my part" nods once
Flaming Fist Officer "Mind the Roads." *Standing at attention*
Riva Rootclaw shifts her weight awkwardly, but looked oddly relieved at having her name marked down somewhere. "Fair winds."
Flaming Fist Officer "Certainly Madam. Go on ahead."
Dral Winterward takes a deep breath "Back to it then"
Flaming Fist Officer "Be careful in there."
Bobbin I don't think there is, but I'll be by the campfire for a while if you notice anything.
Silaqui Galanodel Thank you. Bows and smiles
*back into the graveyard*
Dral Winterward starts dragging bodies back into holes
<i>The bodies drop in the deep graves*
Dral Winterward searches the chests for anything peculiar before dropping the items back in the ground
it appears to be a book and some gems
Dral Winterward dumps it all in the graves with the bodies
Dral Winterward smiles "Job done then"