Act 3 Scene 1: Arrivals and Leavetakings

[Nocturno]

Pyros will give Jerry her component pouch back if he has it.

"This fancy crown is supposed to be able to send us all back to where we came from."

[Jenara]

"Pyros." Karl warns aware that most were unable to understand, but still there were things one shouldn't speak of.

[Nocturno]

"Yes? Did you want to have that game of dice now?" He asks completely oblivious to why his name was called.

[TristenC]

As the group settles in the young woman moves to the bar to fill their drink requirements.

The laws here seem to be pretty standard. No killing or stealing, etc. The dark haired half-elven man named Merrick explains. Each town is governed by a Meistersinger, kind of like a mayor, who is responsible for it's protection and civic duties. The greatest barrier to you finding work would probably be the language... unless you also speak Elven. Some here do, at least mostly those well educated or who run a business.

The halfling cleric chimes in, We are looking for a way out of here as well, back to our homes. We think we have a lead, by bringing a certain item to a man who can help us. Elsa offers.

The young waitress returns with their drinks and at Mira's request she nods, Certainement. Je vais le sortir tout de suite. A moment later the loud crash of her empty tray striking the floor echoes through the room. She stands transfixed, her face a mask of abject terror locked on the scene through the kitchen door. Crimson sprays spatter the counters, tables and chairs, a long red smear leaving a wide trail out the still open back door to the void of night...

[Jenara]

Mira sits holding Sabrina close, allowing others to tell part of the story, "Music is very important, I think I have an idea why, it soothes.. calms. There are things here that.." she jerks her head, hand going for her sword and she glances at the others. "Up. Now." She demands, "Jerry.." she shouts, standing, her care caught between two opposing actions. "Stay here, stay in the middle of the room.. Ariand. Please stay with her."

She had no spells, no magic, just an old sword and some party tricks thanks to some people not listening.

[Jenara]

Karl was on his feet in barely anytime at all. "Follow me, if you would be so kind." His eyes were on Jerry, And the other fighters, "Lady Mira, you were.injured.. I will deal with this. Stay with her, "Now!" He shouts and he's gone out the door.

[Jenara]

Sabrina turns deathly white, grasping Mira's hand she tries not to let go. No words are spoken as Karl rushes outside, heading into the darkness

[Nocturno]

Pyros curses his shriveled leg. "Lets go!" He will bolt out the door as fast as he can.

[Styrius]

"A warrior's calling never slumbers" Kybalion remarks. He stands up and heads with the other fighters to assist with the trouble.

[TristenC]

Airand, as if not hearing the bard, rushes out into the night alongside Sir Karl, Kybalion and Pyros. The pack is followed more cautiously by Esker and Iscind; the latter snatching a lantern on her way out. Elsa moves to the open door but remains inside, her shield up and her eyes focused on the opening and her friends beyond. With a grim expression Jerry shakes off any attempt to keep her in the common area and moves into the kitchens, Cross and Merrick close at hand. Fenrir the raven begins flying around in circles desperately, cawing and picking and pecking at Cross' shoulders causing him to wince and try to calm the bird to no avail. Sabrina clutches to the bard's arm, her pretty face scrunched up in fear and desperation, tears welling up in her blue-violet eyes. She resists, trying feebly to hold Mira back from entering the kitchen...

Behind the Broken Wheel: (Sir Karl, Pyros, Kybalion, Esker, Iscind)
The doorway spills into the fenced yard beside the modest stable, the thin fog obscuring vision to some degree. The few animals inside seem quite agitated. Out into the night the trail of blood appears at first to end abruptly as if the victim were lifted from the ground, but soon Iscind catches a thin trail heading towards the barn...

The Kitchen: (Mira, Elsa, Jerry, Merrick, Cross, Gregor)
The kitchen... A well organized and appointed domain in the Broken Wheel, a place of comfort and warmth; a place of pleasant smells, nourishment and the motherly welcoming woman who prepared sustenance for the patrons... Only now the kitchen had changed, transformed to a scene of horror. In almost bizarre fashion, nearly everything was in its proper place, as if the cook had simply stepped away; yet the blood told another story. A wide spray painted the wall by the preparation table, covering the knives and root vegetables only half-chopped. Smears lined the counter and the floor, with a broad soaking of crimson atop the central cutting table. Gouged into the cutting table itself in a jagged scrawling script is a message written quite obviously in blood. Jerry stares at it numbly...

[Actions?]

[Nocturno]

Pyros will follow the trail once pointed out. Quickly as opposed to quietly.

[Jenara]

Karl curses Pyros under his breath and draws his blade, stepping towards the Barn. "This creature needs to be finished. Quickly." He utters and moves inside.

[Jenara]

"This is.." Mira stands reading the words if she can, trying to keep Sabrina back, "This.. this is what I do." She explains softly, her voice a calming influence in the chaos.

[Styrius]

Kybalion follows Karl into the barn. He allows a bit of room between him and Karl to allow some room to use his polearm.

[TristenC]

Behind the Broken Wheel: (Sir Karl, Pyros, Kybalion, Esker, Iscind)
The group hustles towards the barn, the Kender fearlessly rushing ahead despite his stature and still partially withered limb. Showing some restraint, Pyros hauls open the wide barn door just as the mist pulls back and the moonlight glows ominously on the yard, casting the interior in deeper shadows. Inside his infravision detects the heat of the livestock, and a faint trace of failing warmth the size of a person, high on the far wall...


The Kitchen: (Mira, Elsa, Jerry, Merrick, Cross, Gregor)
Mira inspects the writing and finds it written in common! It's words are carved as plain as a clear day to those not of this land. It reads...