3. The Trade Way
"Where are you headed?"
"Where have you come from? Beregost? And before that? How far south?"
"We are on a urgent mission from officer Vai and need to come through this way. I appreciate your vigilance but we are on a time sensitive mission." Dieter says in a clear voice holding out the writ from officer Vai.
The guards part and let the party cross the bridge to continue their journey.
But they soon come across a troublesome scene. They can smell the burnt wood and flesh long before they see the wreckage.
The horses, both of them, have crossbow bolts protruding from their mangled corpses. A pair of motionless humanoid legs lie splayed out from behind the charred, overturned carriage.
And on the ground before it all, a familiar walking cane; it’s broken in twain, held together by just a few splinters.
This was Aldous’ carriage.
The guards part and let the party cross the bridge to continue their journey.
"Form a parameter, let’s see where they took him."
Her mind races. She should have found Aldous, talked to him, told him they were alright and they didn't need to leave Beregost so soon. She should have—Stella takes a deep breath and breaths out slowly. Even if the worst happened, even if he had died, death would not be the end. She had now seen three raised from the dead within the past month. Kidnapping and ransom, however...the Blacktalons or the Chill could hold him for ransom dead or alive, which would certainly raise tensions...
She nods at Dieter's words, asks Noctalia to search the trees for signs, and positions her horse to help seek for signs of conflict and travel.
Rolls
Noctalia Perception (Adv.) - (1d20+3, 1d20+3)
1d20+3 : (3) + 3 = 6
1d20+3 : (19) + 3 = 22
Stella Perception - (1d20+4)
(13) + 4 = 17
"He was headstrong, and was going anyway. He left too quickly, you couldn't have caught him. None of this is your fault." She holds Stella's eyes for a moment, then looks for tracks, wishing the dirt were snow.
"Snow-brained nobleman wanted to be a hero," Aiwë mutters in Orcish, along with a few other choice curses.
Rolls
Survival - (1d20+1)
(11) + 1 = 12
The humanoid body is... difficult to identify. It would seem these carcasses have been exposed to the elements and wildlife for about a day. Still, Dieter's certain this corpse used to be a dwarf, and he's pretty sure he knows which one: Kagain, Beregost's vendor of guards and mercenaries. He seems to have been killed by a well-placed stab wound on his back.
The crossbow bolts sticking out of the horses are an obvious clue as to how they died, but there are other lacerations as well made by bladed weapons. Dieter is increasingly certain that these poor beasts weren't merely killed, but made to bleed for target practice. For sport. Death was not quick.
While Noctalia surveys from the sky, Stella and Aiwë uncover more details about the scene. And everything seems staged. There was no battle here, no clash of opponents. In fact, it doesn't look as though there were ever more than a handful of people present. The carriage was tipped and set aflame, with some sort of agent (likely alcohol) to ensure the fire spread. The walking cane was snapped directly in half - a highly unlikely occurrence to have happened during a time of stress.
There don't seem to be any tracks leading away from the scene; the people responsible were clever enough to try to hide them. But keen-eyed Noctalia spies where the tracks pick up about a half-mile to the northeast, in the direction of a large forest. The Wood of Sharp Teeth.
She closes her eyes as Noctalia surveys the scene so she can get a look over it as well, describing what she sees. She likely has the same realization about the same time as some of the others do. "The attack was...staged? But why?" Eyes still closed, a mischievous grin crosses her face, interupting her train of thought. "You might say it was a staged coach." She clears her throat and tries to wipe the smile off her face. Focus, girl.
Her demeanor becomes sullener when she's told how the horses were treated, not to mention the dead Beregost mercenary.
A few minutes later, Noctalia returns. "She found a trail! That way." Stella points toward the Wood of Sharp Teeth. She steers her horse in that direction and starts it moving before anyone even agrees on performing a rescue mission.
Dieter gives Aiwë the look. Dieter has never seen Stella like this and that was a bad sign. He leans over to Aiwë "you need to watch her, she’s going to do something rash. I don’t know what it is but when she does it’ll get us killed Dieter whispers
"his wand was gone but I don’t know if he kept it hidden on purpose. He was pretty quick to pull it out in the Inn so there’s a chance the bandits knew it was there. With hope he has it stashed on his person. Dieter says addressing the group.
"I’d like to point out our good friend Ajantis is not with the dead. This is highly incriminating. We have a few options ahead of us and potential issues we need to take into account. The main being that Ajantis if he is with these abductors is waiting for us and is aware of our abilities. Luckily for us he is not aware of our typical fighting style but he did stand back and watched us. If I was him I would have been watching very closely. I propose we go in quiet. " Dieter continues
"Stella, how high can your bird fly, Can you see clearly when it is at its highest? Dieter asks "we can know their exact location without them seeing it. We can encircle them and close the trap hard and fast. I would not be opposed to killing them while they slept, these people fight dirty and deserve no quarter" dieter says referencing the current ambush.
She frowns at Dieter. "You mean like holding ground against ogres and thinking the Fists were after us? I've got it, don't worry."
She blushes and a few eyestars turn pink and indigo. It seemed Dieter wasn't the only one prone to over-zealotry, she realizes. Was her newfound confidence more of a danger than a strength?