Rynwyrd raised one eyebrow as Torgan delegated himself to talking to the attractive teenager, but since he didn't care he said nothing and paid it no mind. He slowly approached the man behind the counter. The direct approach hadn't worked with the wife but he didn't want to lie either.

"Good day to you. Are you Saul Lupescu, the owner of this store?" He waited for confirmation before continuing. "My name is Rynwyrd. I came to town to enjoy the carnival originally, but there was...an incident. So I have been tasked with trying to find out what happened. I spoke with your Mayor earlier and he pointed me here."

He paused a moment. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

Torgan
The teenager perks up considerably seeing Torgan approaching.

"Oh hey! You must be one of those visitors! Isn't it exciting? Mother says that if I finish my sewing I can go visit the carnival!"

She was so excited about a stranger talking to her that she jumped straight past his question and started to go on and on about how magical the circus was. Finally her brain caught up to her mouth and she processed his question and her smile faltered a bit.

"Yeah I know Viorec. He and my daddy are friends. Sometimes friends fight. Viorec was just upset about his missing son...why do you ask?"

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Rynwryd

The man behind the counter nodded at Rynwyrd although he had the general distrustful look about him that most of the townsfolk adopted.

"The name's Saul. Saul Lupescu. Mayor sent you, eh? What about?"

"Well..." Torgan hesitated.  "There was a bit of an incident at the carnival, and it involved Viorec.  The mayor was hoping someone with an outside perspective could help get to the bottom of things."

He scratched at his mutton chops awkwardly.  "Might be worth holding off on going to the fair until things get sorted out.  Anyways, what was the fight about?  I hear Viorec had some sort of plan he was stocking up for."

"Oh, and how well do you know his wife, Eliza?  What do you think of her?"

Rynwryd gave the man a short nod, and a look that said he was glad to have found the right person. "Well. That is a...delicate situation." He lowered his voice and leaned in ever so slightly, not wanting to make the man uncomfortable or anything. "The Mayor said that you and Viorec had an...argument? A disagreement?" He raised his hands slightly and gave the man a look to see if he wanted to offer a different word for it.

Torgan

The girl frowns when Torgan mentions unpleasantness and doesn't seem to react any special way to the mention of Eliza.

"Oh no! I hope everything is alright! Did something happen to Eliza? I like her although she was a lot nicer before her son went missing. Such a shame that."

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Rynwyrd

The owner gives a sigh and tells the same story that the mayor and Eliza had said earlier. Viorec was obsessed with finding his son and wouldn't let it go. When Saul had told him that he needed to focus on the family he's still got then Viorec went crazy and Saul had to pin him down to keep him from trashing the shop.

Moggrim shows up around this time and motions for the others to talk privately.

"You were right, the wife shot out of there just after we left. Went straight towards the Weaver shop across town at a quick pace."

Torgan smiled at the news.  Talking to the shopkeeper's family was starting to feel like a bust, but the widow sneaking off seemed promising!  It was a little embarrassing he hadn't thought to watch Eliza himself, but that was the whole point of working in a team, wasn't it.  He'd missed this sort of thing during the last few years of odd jobs and singing gigs.

Turning back to the girl, Torgan gave her a casual wave goodbye.  "Thanks for the help!" he called out, before rushing off in the direction of the weaver's.

Ryn frowned slightly, but gave a nod to Saul. "I see. Thank you for taking the time to explain this to me." He was about to perhaps say more or ask some questions when the dwarf Moggrim showed up at the store and motioned them over. "Please, excuse me."

He made his way over and listened to what he had to say. He gave a small nod. That was expected, though her choice of destination was not. He looked at Torgan and opened his mouth but the half-orc was already on his way out the door. He let out a small sigh and followed after.

The trio head out and make their way to the Weaver's shop. Marked with a fading sign  depicting a ball of thread and knitting needles the shop is fairly well maintained compared to the rest of the town. Inside the shop is filled with simple clothing, cloth, thread, and yarn with a large loom and spinning wheel take up most of the shop's back area, along with a large cage containing Mushfen silkworms.

The proprietor of the shop is speaking hurridly with Eliza but as the trio approach she motions for Eliza to head to the back room. The shopkeeper is a wizened old crone who looks absolutely ancient with a stooped hunch back, stringy white hair and hands gnarled by old age and arthritis.

The old crone calls out to the trio and waves them inside as they approach.

"Ah, hello! There! Come in, come in. I can see you're interested in my wares..."

Torgan came up short as the women spotted them.  Shit!  He probably shouldn't have just rushed down the street in plain sight.  If they'd been more circumspect, they might have had a chance to eavesdrop and figure out what was really going on.  On the other hand, the village already saw them as outsiders.  Getting caught skulking around and peeking through windows might wear out their welcome entirely.

With an apologetic shrug to his companions, the bard approached the shop casually.  He didn't cross the threshold, instead stopping to lean against one side of the doorframe.

"Oh, no time to shop, I'm afraid.  But we were hoping you could answer a few questions for us.  My name is Torgan Dul, and these are my associates Rynwyrd and Moggrim.  The mayor has us looking in on an incident that happened at the carnival.  Do you know Eliza and her husband well?"

The old crone cocked her head to the side.

"What? You'll have to forgive me my hearing isn't what it used to. Come in, come in."

She offered up a smile and motioned with a gnarled hand to come inside.

Ryn slowed down as the impetuous half-orc slowed and then entered the new store. The elf instead stopped and cocked his head to the side for a moment. His eyes narrowed and he headed around back of the shop instead to see if the widow was trying to hightail it since Torgan had been seen.

Rynwyrd moves into the shop while the other stay outside. Looking into the back he sees Eliza who snarls at him and charges pulling a sickle out from her belt.

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Round 1

Torgan's casual reply was cut off at the sound of Eliza's battle cry.  Straightening up, he slipped his heavy wooden shield off his shoulder and down onto his forearm.

"I can see you're busy."  He remarked, tightening the strap on his shield.  "If you don't mind, we'll just be on our way."

He held his empty right hand up to wave goodbye, which incidentally left it free to cast a spell

Move: Don shield
Standard: Ready action, cast grease under the feet of anyone who takes a hostile action. Thats a DC 14 reflex to avoid falling prone, and a DC 10 acrobatics check to move at half speed (failure triggers another reflex save)

Also, Torgan has 11 hp, due to his toughness feat.
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Rynwyrd let out a loud sigh as his blundering presence caused Eliza to become much more aggressive than before. "Stop! I have no wish to harm you!" He quickly tried to pull his elven branched spear from his back, and flipped it around. He swung the butt of the spear at the woman, intending to try and just knock her out instead of killing her. Of course, that did NOT go according to plan at all!


09:23, Today: Rynwyrd Darkmoon rolled 0 using 1d20-1 with rolls of 1.  Non-Lethal Attack with spear.

Round 1
Togran is prepared and snaps off a grease spell causing her to slip and fall prone onto the ground.

Moggrim pauses, waiting to see what will happen.

The weaver puts her hands back on the wall behind her and then starts climbing up the side of the wall, scrambling up until she is in the corner of the ceiling. With a cackle she suddenly spews forth a giant spiderweb that engulfs Moggrim and sticks him to the ground.

Moggirm squirms his way out of the webbing and

Rynward pokes at the prone woman with his spear but she kicks his spear away from her before he can bonk her on the head.

Rynwyrd was a bit distracted by the shopkeeper who suddenly walked up the wall and spat out webbing! His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. On instinct and training more than skill, he swung the butt of the awkward-looking spear again at Eliza, hoping to perhaps knock her out.

09:45, Today: Rynwyrd Darkmoon rolled 13 using 1d20-1 with rolls of 14.  Non-Lethal Attack with spear.
09:46, Today: Rynwyrd Darkmoon rolled 5 using 1d8-2 with rolls of 7.  Non-lethal damage if that hits.

Torgan was also taken aback by old lady's...unusual fighting style.  Was that a spell?  He hadn't seen any magic words or gestures, but then again the weaver was acting strange enough the spell might just have been hard to read.  Taking a step back to use the doorway as cover, the half-orc drew a javelin from the quiver at his hip.  As he hefted it in preparation for a throw, he took a deep breath.

"MOOOOOONSTEEEEEER!"  He bellowed out at the top of his singer's voice.  "There's a monster in the weaver's shop!"

He wasn't entirely sure if that was true, of course.  But it would hopefully attract attention and he was pretty sure he could clear up any confusion when people got there.  It would be a lot easier to explain than if someone happened to just walk by and see them laying into the local widow.

FREE: 5-ft step (using doorway as cover), yell
MOVE: Draw Javelin
STANDARD: Ready javelin to interrupt the weaver's next action. (+2 to hit, 1d6 damage.)

OOC: Did the weaver cast a spell (usually pretty obvious), or was that web more...biological in origin?  Either way, it doesn't change Torgan's action.
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Round 2
Togran is readies his javelin.

Eliza picks herself up off the ground and moves forward ready to attack.

Moggrim moves out of the webs and stabs up at the weaver with his spear but she bats the head away with her feet.

The weaver begins casting a spell. Torgan throws his javelin but misses and it strikes the wall next to the weaver. Moggrim jabs at her with his spear and she seems to lose her concentration.

Rynwrd backs up and bashes Eliza with his spear and smacks her good but she's still standing


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Rynwyrd hadn't knocked a lot of people out in his years of being alive. In fact, he'd never knocked anyone out. He hadn't really tried before. He didn't enjoy combat, and most of the few combat situations he'd been in had been life or death. He only had his own experience of being knocked out to use as a guideline - and he'd been knocked out fairly easily.

So he was very surprised when Eliza got back and came towards him again. So much so, in fact, that he missed her entirely with the butt of his spear by a wide margin.


09:51, Today: Rynwyrd Darkmoon rolled 4,1 using 1d20-1,1d8-2 with rolls of 5,3.  Non-Lethal Attack/Dmg with spear on Eliza.

Drawing another javelin, Torgan took a deep breath and raised his voice into a deep, rumbling song.  The song he chose was The Fall of Shelur Ghak, about a foul enchantress and her death at the hands of Urghal One-Eye.  Not that anyone listening would know that unless they spoke orcish, of course.  But even without knowing what the words meant, the song carried an air of iron-willed determination and heroic bloodshed.

MOVE: Draw Javelin
STANDARD: Inspire courage: +1 to attack, damage, and saves against fear for all allies.
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Round 3
Torgan lets loose an inspiring song to magically aid his comrades with courage.

Eliza stepped forward and slached at Rynwyrd but the elven alchemist easily parried the attack.

Moggrim poked at the weaver but she scurried up and out of his reach.

The weaver once again began crafting a spell. Moggrim tries to disrupt it but the Weaver has slid back into the corner and out of his reach again.

Rynwyrd once again attacks with the spear and this time Eliza parries it with her sickle.

Seeing the weaver start to cast a long spell, Torgan hurled his javelin at her with all his strength.  While still maintaining the notes and rhythm of his orcish epic, the bard started replacing the words with more understandable Common.  Ironically, the result was pretty close to it's original meaning:

"Ryn, the witch!  Quickly, she must fall!
 While you dally with the local girls
 She works to doom us all!"

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FREE: Maintain bardic music
STANDARD: Throw javelin at weaver,  (14 to hit, 7 damage if successful)
MOVE: Draw javelin

Rynwyrd glanced at Torgan and then made a 'very well, if you insist' sort of face. He took a step back from Eliza and put the spear upright in to the crook of his elbow. He then with a quick and practiced hand pulled out a vial and mixed some things in to. He gave it a shake and then tossed it at the witch. His aim seemed to be very good.

OOC: 5ft step from Eliza.
Throw bomb at Weaver, hit AC 22 for 7 fire damage.

09:40, Today: Rynwyrd Darkmoon rolled 21,6 using d20+4,d6+2 with rolls of 17,4.  Throw bomb at witch.
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