Act 2 Scene 2: “In Search of The Crown” (Game Thread)

[Jenara]

“Hiding in the Barn?” Mira comments to herself, “Sneaky, Adran want to come and check whats going on?” The bard comments at a normal volume, turning back to face the Barn while Jerry and Merrick approach, levelling the crossbow she doesn’t interfere.

“Do you want to check with Pyros and see if there isnt anyone else inside?” Tapping Elsa’s leg with her own she nudges her, “Shout if you need me. Adrastia, you might be better placed to speak to him..”

[Nocturno]

Pyros will disappear around the house to see if the backdoor is still broken. Not looking for Elsa.

Cross looks at Mira, then follows behind Pyros keeping pace with Elsa.

[Chris1234]

"I'm Jerry and this is Merrick. I know the owner of this property so who might you be?" asks Jerry, holding her hands up but still moving closer.

[thawizkid]

“Hiding in the Barn?” Mira comments to herself, “Sneaky, Adran want to come and check whats going on?” The bard comments at a normal volume, turning back to face the Barn while Jerry and Merrick approach, levelling the crossbow she doesn’t interfere.

“Do you want to check with Pyros and see if there isnt anyone else inside?” Tapping Elsa’s leg with her own she nudges her, “Shout if you need me. Adrastia, you might be better placed to speak to him..”

While Adran had been checking out the house with Mira, he says Agreed, I believe that to be the more urgent matter at the moment. Adran approaches the barn with a readied arrow and spells.

[mltillis]

A lanky dark-haired man steps from the door gripping a hammer loosely. "My name is Pytor. My grandmother Marta and I took refuge here last night. But she has disappeared with the coming of day. She was too old and frail to have removed her wagon from the barn on her own. What have you done with her?"

[Chris1234]

"Not us, as Mystra is my witness," answers Jerry. "There's nasty stuff out in the wild around here. Man-wolves for one thing." She tries to get close enough to see if 'Pytor' is on the level. "So, let's get people together and we can look for her. Tell me about the wagon. Horses? Or..?" The priestess beckons the others closer.

[Jenara]

(as this is basically an introduction, I'll write this as such)

A redheaded woman appears from behind the building, hoisting a crossbow in her hands she moves forward, flipping the red mane back with one flick of her shoulder. Striding forwards she regards him with interest for a moment, a red skirt moving around her legs as she gets closer.

"I mean this with the greatest respect, but crazy old lady..?" She asks as she approaches, "I'm sure she moved on all by herself." Lowering the crossbow ever so slightly she gives a nod. "Pytor?"

(Adrasria and Adran are with her,)

[thawizkid]

Adran replies Done with her? We are travelers passing through, we have done nothing.

[Jenara]

(Wizkid, This isn't ontashs farm, this is where they killed the Wolf man)

[mltillis]

Pytor warily eyes Adran while gripping his hammer tightly... "So you say. But if that were so, how then did your redheaded friend know how to describe her?"

[Jenara]

“You took that as a description?” The Redhead laughs quite openly, watching his mannerisms for a few moments, “I’ve met someone like that but it was over a month ago, not that I need to explain to you.” Still holding the crossbow she sighs, “Drop the weapon, lets talk this over.”

[TristenC]

Pyros rushes around the building, Elsa and Cross trotting behind to keep up. He finds the broken door still smashed and now open. The kitchen table and chairs had obviously been moved so as to barricade it probably overnight, but moved back again most likely when whoever was inside left.

Pytor realizes that the redhead's clothing is an interesting affectation of gypsy garb, though the shawl tied about her skirt [if mira is wearing it] seems authentically of the bohem tribe.

As Pytor is talking to the others, a second woman steps into his view from behind the bard. Trailing as she was, she seems to have missed the first part of the conversation. Long ebony hair tumbles down to frame a dusky-hued face. She wears the garb of an Equaar woman, and moves with an agile grace that speaks of hidden quickness and strength. Her left hand rests on a rapier of fine make, and her right carries a ranseur; though at the moment she uses it like a walking staff.

Looking the newcomer up and down with obvious curiosity, she raises her hand in the traditional gypsy greeting. Greetings, Equaar. she says, You are looking for someone? Beyond the group, Pytor can also see another horse has arrived with the group and seems to be cautiously meeting Mist Cleaver

[Nocturno]

Pyros listens, and then if hears nothing, other than the talking outside(if he hears that) he heads in.

He will motion the rest to be quiet with a finger on his lips doing a mock SHHHHH.

[mltillis]

(After some thought Mist Cleaver should be in the proper tongue "Satâr de Ceață" )

“You took that as a description?” The Redhead laughs quite openly, watching his mannerisms for a few moments, “I’ve met someone like that but it was over a month ago, not that I need to explain to you.” Still holding the crossbow she sighs, “Drop the weapon, lets talk this over.”

"No. Talking would not make sense... Nothing makes sense anymore. Old women and their wagons do not vanish into thin air. Nor do the dead come to seek vengeance upon the living... Save your talk for one who thinks it matters." Beads of sweat form upon his brow as his stomach knots. "Better yet, you can tell me something useful. How far till the next town that has strong drink?"

Looking the newcomer up and down with obvious curiosity, she raises her hand in the traditional gypsy greeting. Greetings, Equaar. she says, You are looking for someone? Beyond the group, Pytor can also see another horse has arrived with the group and seems to be cautiously meeting Mist Cleaver

Pytor pauses to examine the woman so similar to the people of his own lost tribe. "Greetings domnișoară... Yes. My grandmother, Marta. But she is gone now almost as if she was never here save for a note and more questions than answers... My apologies for the rash accusation against your comrades. My thoughts have been on edge for many weeks now and few things can calm them. Please, just point me in the direction of the nearest town and I will trouble you no more."

[TristenC]

Pyros listens carefully before moving into the farmhouse. Things seem largely as the party left them, aside from the table being moved. He cannot hear anyone else inside


Back outside The dark haired woman's brows draw down in suspicion. Odd... if you speak of the one others call 'Mad Marta.' I know her well, and she has no male grandchildren. she says coldly. Why the lies? Why her?' she asks, tensely.