A Sketch Most Sinister
23th of Kuthona 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
Though the city's arcane merchants have not yet recovered from your last bout of spending what had so recently been the governor's gold, you are able to find the two more scrolls of far travel, one stained rust red as though it had failed to save it's previous owner fast enough, and two conjurings of a more maritime bent. 'Superstitious sailors scorn binding the wind to their will, but we are a more discerning sort,' a man who smells and looks like he had recently bathed in perfume oils informs Mina again in her Osiriani guise, only stoking her suspicion more, but as far as she is able to discern the magic does what one would expect it to. A pity there were no mirror mages abroad, but they more common in Korvosa where rumor holds the young queen keeps them busy plying to her vanity. Your own journey won't take you quite as far as that...
The world twists and in a moment you're back outside the
Hog's Side, the din of the Shipyard District absent the nasal quality of metropolitan Taldan, which many along the inner sea mark as a sign of imperials having their noses in the air. All in all you are looking forward to sleeping away the day....
"Ah... Gorok, Kori, I think we have a problem," Mina tipped her head towards where a ragged piece of parchment clung to the wall of the inn, hammered in place with nails already rusting in the salt air:
Ten Ten Thousand Sails for apprehension of proof of death of the Sorceress Most Vile, purveyor of poisons bone-boiler, and drinker of blood, the savage flesh-ripper lizard-beast, and their ghoulish thrall. They find themselves accompanied by a goblin-demon of cretinous countenance and reek most rotten.
The drawings that accompany the rather sparse description leave no doubt as to who they mean, even if Mina appears to have her hair replaced with a pile of straw, you had gained the pallor of a corpse, and Cob has a toothy maw that takes up more than half of his face. Even Warty's there, feasting on a corpse while Gorok raises a bloody axe above them.
Interested are given what looks like a solicitor's address in Old Town, not the kind of person one would expect to be able to deal with 'crazed murderers' or the corpses thereof.
"Aspis?" you ask, your glamor already shifting into the first generic human face you can think of rather than the human-like iteration of your true features you normally use.
"Who else would it be?" Mina, who had done likewise and making herself seem much older in the bargain. "How is this legal? Isn't Andoran meant to have
laws?"
"Who says it has to be legal?" you muse, as you were are hardly in the best part of town. "Not the worst, but we aren't dwarves either... I think we should try to get our bearings before we make anything of our new infamy one way or another...."
What do you do?
[] Seek out the Pathfinders, if it is Aspis they will know and have reasons to help you, but that would also be the first place any associated of Gavhaul might look for you
[] Go to the Forester's Endowment, having helped them in the matter of House Vaelyn they might be inclined to at least share some information
[] Try divining some answers before you speak to anyone
-[] Write in question
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OOC: Enjoy.