RE: Wizard Detective
03-30-2017, 09:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-31-2017, 11:21 AM by BreadProduct.)
Inside the pantry lies an altar, Solid stone, candles on the shelves where food usually would be, on the far wall written in red text that No doesn't recognize. On the altar a small statue of a winged creature with it's mouth open oozes saliva of some sort that's getting all over the altar and on the floor. "Well what do we have here?" No feels a hand squeeze around her torso, in a panic the weasel bears her teeth and bites the offending hand. "YEEOW!" No falls to the floor, she runs to the hole in the wall, jumps inside and continues her escape.
Morgan paces her so called office, it doesn't have any furniture and the place still looks haunted, the repairs she ordered will be coming tomorrow so all that's in the room is a couch. A dreadful couch who's upholstery reminds someone of being pelted by a bouquet of flowers with a fish in the middle, slap. Morgan smacks her cheeks. "Get it together North. Okay Logan you got the couch here so, what do we need to talk about?"
Logan clears his throat before talking. "As yeh heard before. My party consists entirely of the Gravel Forge clan. Ahm no exclusion, see me clan ain't in the best of conditions so we got ourselves character sheets and set out ta make a fortune to save the clan from bankruptcy." Logan gestures his arms outward defensively. "See we ain't bad folk but I think me brothers fell into a bad quest. An ah don't think me brothers can see the bigger picture."
Morgan paces in circles, it helps her think. "You looked worried when I said cultists." Logan nods slowly. "Aye, see I saw yeh enter the inn where me brothers got the quest, Ah wanted teh ask you what you saw in there that made yeh leave so quickly. First you said they were bandits but now they be cultists? How can ah not be worried?"
'The Dusty Shrew' once quiet is now filled with noise. "Where did it go?!" Yells one of the figures garbed in black. "I don't know! It bit me and it ran off!" No between the walls finds a support beam to climb up. "What did it look like?" The injured man thinks for a moment. "A giant white rat!" A second voice "You sure it wasn't a ferret?" A third voice "No a ferret has markings around it's eyes and a fluffy tail." A fourth. "I think the animal you are thinking of here is a weasel, a smaller body with a thin tail." The second voice "You are right it was a weasel, I think I know who the owner is. She was just in this building not too long ago." The third who's temper rises. "I knew it was a mistake to let her leave alive!"
Morgan perks up with great concern. "My familiar is still inside, I need to save her!" Logan who is now also pacing. "Well why did yeh send it in the first place?" Morgan stops moving. "I thought it was just bandits, bandits don't know magic. Cultists however are highly practiced in warding magic!"
No can see the window. It's so close, just keep quiet and No will be out in no time! The weasel scurries across one of the highest support beams that keeps the roof from collapsing and slams into the window. Shocked No looks at it sure that it is still open, No reaches out a paw and presses against an invisible wall, the air fuzzes on contact. She can hear the cultists go back into the main room. "Spread out don't leave a single nook or cranny untouched!"
Morgan paces her so called office, it doesn't have any furniture and the place still looks haunted, the repairs she ordered will be coming tomorrow so all that's in the room is a couch. A dreadful couch who's upholstery reminds someone of being pelted by a bouquet of flowers with a fish in the middle, slap. Morgan smacks her cheeks. "Get it together North. Okay Logan you got the couch here so, what do we need to talk about?"
Logan clears his throat before talking. "As yeh heard before. My party consists entirely of the Gravel Forge clan. Ahm no exclusion, see me clan ain't in the best of conditions so we got ourselves character sheets and set out ta make a fortune to save the clan from bankruptcy." Logan gestures his arms outward defensively. "See we ain't bad folk but I think me brothers fell into a bad quest. An ah don't think me brothers can see the bigger picture."
Morgan paces in circles, it helps her think. "You looked worried when I said cultists." Logan nods slowly. "Aye, see I saw yeh enter the inn where me brothers got the quest, Ah wanted teh ask you what you saw in there that made yeh leave so quickly. First you said they were bandits but now they be cultists? How can ah not be worried?"
'The Dusty Shrew' once quiet is now filled with noise. "Where did it go?!" Yells one of the figures garbed in black. "I don't know! It bit me and it ran off!" No between the walls finds a support beam to climb up. "What did it look like?" The injured man thinks for a moment. "A giant white rat!" A second voice "You sure it wasn't a ferret?" A third voice "No a ferret has markings around it's eyes and a fluffy tail." A fourth. "I think the animal you are thinking of here is a weasel, a smaller body with a thin tail." The second voice "You are right it was a weasel, I think I know who the owner is. She was just in this building not too long ago." The third who's temper rises. "I knew it was a mistake to let her leave alive!"
Morgan perks up with great concern. "My familiar is still inside, I need to save her!" Logan who is now also pacing. "Well why did yeh send it in the first place?" Morgan stops moving. "I thought it was just bandits, bandits don't know magic. Cultists however are highly practiced in warding magic!"
No can see the window. It's so close, just keep quiet and No will be out in no time! The weasel scurries across one of the highest support beams that keeps the roof from collapsing and slams into the window. Shocked No looks at it sure that it is still open, No reaches out a paw and presses against an invisible wall, the air fuzzes on contact. She can hear the cultists go back into the main room. "Spread out don't leave a single nook or cranny untouched!"