Augury Part I: New Beginnings

[Concerned Ninja Citizen]

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It seems I didn't look at Shiki's sheet when selecting my text color. Sorry about that. Would the same color in a different font be distinct enough?

"Good idea. Yes, I can do that."

Alvin hurries over to the thugs, starting with Stuve, and checks their injuries making sure they aren't in immediate danger. After having done this with all three he binds their hands.

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Take 10 for 15 on untrained heal check.

[dipolartech]

Internal Monologue:

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Weapon: Check. Cover story? Check. Possible allies? Check. In-roads on the seedy underbelly of society? Not-so check.

Alright, time to depend on the kindness of strangers and see if we can move this to some place less visible.

Kheldar, supported by a rather long hafted weapon with a wicked extra curve behind the blade, drunkenly stumbles towards the center of the trio of downed assailants.
"A' a' ah t'ink d'ese fellas h' ha' have had tooooo much d'urink," Kheldar sways as he tilts his head to look downwards, " wu'hy don't w' uh we helllp t'em outsuude?"

A much more urbane very quiet voice is heard emanating from the drunken man. The same voice as before when draconic sprung forth from the unlettered bartrash, "Bartender is a good guy, he'll probably help with any problem if we take this at least out front."

[sirpercival]

((Alvin: you manage to stabilize the one thug who was bleeding; the other two are merely unconscious, in various conditions.  Would you like to make a Use Rope check for the binding?))

[Concerned Ninja Citizen]

Having bandaged and bound the thugs, Alvin remembers Issac's words. He attempts to search them but rifling through the pockets of unconcious men feels wrong, even if they did try to kidnap him, and he makes a poor job of it.

Search: 1d20+3= 5

[Flay Crimsonwind]

Isaac, still an eye on the door, trying to prevent anyone from entering or seeing the damage (and also judge just how much the neighborhood might have heard of the ruckus), asks over his shoulder, "Find anything on them? Not that this isn't excitingly nervewracking...."

[skydragonknight]

"Hmm...is this something?" Kara says, poking though their stuff to reveal an item more valuable than a ball of lint yet less valuable than a castle.
Search 1d20+7 : 14 + 7, total 21

[sirpercival]

Kara's hand dips into one of the crossbow-wielders' pockets, and returns with a small pouch of the finest worked leather, with the strings cut neatly.

Inside the pouch, Kara finds:
~a handful of platinum pieces,
~a signet ring with a familiar sign -- that of Lord Gef,
~an oddly-shaped knife that Sorrel recognizes as an athame, and
~a large golden key.

[Sneaky_Sable]

With the threat handled and the offenders bound, the weasel monster Nora'Luuu took a side step back to the table, where he helped himself to another chunk of (slightly cold) food.

[Shiki]

"Oh.. so they aren't dead. Aw well, that's a good thing I guess," said Snowy as she saw Alvin stabilize the unconscious thug(s). She then turned towards Kheldar, seemingly intrigued. The cutesy tibbit eyed the drunk man as she heard a familiar tongue coming from him. After approaching Kheldar, she said in draconic "Who are you again and what is it that you want? You look suspicious."

[dipolartech]

"I have not yet had an opportunity to disclose to you my identity nor my reasons for approaching you. Perhaps when in a few moments we will be able to converse without concern as to which ears may be turned to us?"

[skydragonknight]

Kara removes the ring, knife and key, while securing the bag with the platinum coins to her side. The newly established 'party funds' pouch would be under her careful supervision.

"Not sure what the value of this is. Maybe the original owner or their family will pay a modest finder's fee for it." she said of the ring. She held out the key. "Now this is clearly valuable. However, what it opens is a mystery."
She held the knife. "Not sure what to make of this, though it's clearly well crafted."

[Garryl]

The ring that Kara holds catches Sorrel's eyes first when she draws his attention, and his eyebrows rise. "That's the Gef's family's signet. This probably isn't a coincidence."

Looking now to the knife, Sorrel remarks, "Huh. That's an athame, I think. From what I've read, it's a special kind of knife sometimes used in ancient ritual magic. Some of them were supposed to be imbued with magic themselves. Did you find those all together?"

[Flay Crimsonwind]

Sword slipping fully into the sheathe, Isaac looked like he was starting to relax. "So everything's tied up and dealt with? Good. Good." He maintained his post by the door, keeping an eye out for anyone who might have heard the ruckus.

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What kind of crowd, if any, are we drawing, by the way?