Tír Na NÓg

[*Mander]

////Since this started before recent events, I'll play Mashano as he was then


Well, this wouldn't do. He could hardly find any trace of the firbolg if the crowd burned or sacked the place. Going into casting again, he barks out a word of power and sends a dweomer of Mass Reduce Person at the crowd. If the effect hits, he would follow with summoning a Stinking Cloud about the shrunken men in an attempt to panic and scatter them.

[*Krayt]

((Mashano))

The inciting cheers and angry mutterings turned to a chorus of high pitched whimpering. As the clould enveloped them the chorus of whiners changed into one of panic scattering like a group of mice scampering for cover. The small shades flickered about in the green haze and was all soon gone.

[*Selebius]

A scream in the Hive? She hesitates only for a moment then remembers why she is here.

She is no warrior, no huntress- her combat abilities are very limited and crimes and violence are common in the Hive.

Stopping for a moment she takes off her badge, pockets it and then she dismisses the invisibility that protected her and enters the door under the Broken Wheel.

[*Midnight]

Emila pounces on the man as he falls and calls back her undead so it stands over him. Not one for subtlety she reaches up and pulls the dagger lodged in its ribcage. She drives it into the fleshy part of his thigh up to the hilt leaving it there. She bares her fangs and hisses at him.


"Caillfhessa. Where?"

[*Krayt]

((Xar))

She finds a stair immediately as she enters, it leads 15feet downward. Below she can see a corpulent siting man on a stool behind a counter with a newspaper in his hand. The light is vague the only souces being a few candles placed on the counter. One patorn from the outside barged in and went down the stairs rushed up another stair from the same level as the counter leading to the upper floor. The corpulent thin haird man looked up with a bored expression "Drinks above beds below"

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((Emila))

The man struggled to keep his head above the waterline with the skeleton pushing him down with his scythe on his throat. His arms and legs waggled wildly as he overcame him panic splashing water around him while he gasped for air.

((Intimidation please. Ranks plus roll.

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((Mashano))

If he continued into the tunnel he would find Emila interrogating the ruffian.

[*Midnight]

As she sees him struggle she forces his face down beneath the water, the undead not having the same visceral aversion to the filth as the living would she holds him down there for what she judges to be thirty seconds before pulling him out staring at him waiting for an answer.

//Intimidate modifer of 8 I rolled a 7 for a total 15.

[*Selebius]

Xar tilts her head, adjusts her mask- then she tenses, quickly glancing at the people moving around her- like some predator attracted by some quick moving prey.

Her orange eyes meet the man's, her voice is hollow as she speaks:

" I am looking for information. I have the jink to pay for it."

[*Krayt]

((Emila))

When he emerged he gasped widly sucking in as much air as his lungs could bear without bursting. Panting with his cheast heaving vilently he spoke in fear.

"I know I know let me go an' I'll tell."

He grappled the haft on the skeletons weapon that had just allowed him as much space as to draw his breath.

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((Xar))

The man waverd with two fingers inward to himself gesturing that he would take her jink.

"What can I help you with?"

She can her a rumbeling from the room above and clatter of moving feet.

[*Selebius]

"I am looking for information about for a basher who stayed here for some time."

She puts five Merts down on the table but her hand rests on the coins, his eyes watching the man. The sounds from above make her glance at the veiling and the stairs briefly but her attention soon returns to the man again.

"Caillfhessa. What do you know about that one?"

[*Midnight]

Emila pulls him up from the cesspool one handed by the hair her other hand pulls the dagger from his leg as she sets him down on the floor sure the wound will stop him from running anywhere.

'How about instead of that I don't let you go and you show me. Then after I let you go."

She turns to the namer who is with her.

"Fear is an emotion you should purge yourself of. It will stunt your development. This should help yours somewhat."

She raises her hand and casts a spell.


"What is your name?"

((Spell cast: Shield Other))