A message on a Homing Pigeon

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A message on a Homing Pigeon

Malag aste: *looks at Pigeon to see if its carrying a note*

Kittie: *eyes the pigeon with interest, her eyes wide* 

Malag aste: No Kittie

Kittie: but.. but!

Malag aste: No.

Kittie: Hrmph.. If they were carrying a note, I would spit it out.. 

Vixen:  has everyone seen the homing pigeon on the table yet??

Sarah Paumera: *smiles at everyone*

Magnus Grey: Any news to report?

Kittie: That bird looks tasty?

Magnus Grey: I heard the raid a few days ago went well.

Fallen Angel: I'm in a good mood today

Magnus Grey: I had planned on having you follow up on information gathered there.  But something else has come up...  *points to the bird*   One of my scouts had been following Forskis into the mountains.

Vixen: I hope we are going after him

Magnus Grey: He was tracking him through the Serpent's Spine.

Vixen: *nods*

Magnus Grey: His latest message is a day late.

Vixen:  ohoh

maints magic: "sighs"

Magnus Grey: And the pigeon came back only with a piece of a broken crossbow.

Vixen: sounds as if we are one scout less

Magnus Grey: The scout in question doesn't use a crossbow.

Crystal: *frowns*

Magnus Grey: Vixen, that is my worry.  The mountains are dangerous.

Malag aste: *furrows brow*

Kittie: *frowns*

Magnus Grey: And I don't wish to have half of you walk off a cliff.  But desperate times.

Kittie: *looks at her claws* Glad I sharpened these.. 

Magnus Grey: I will gate you close to the scout's most recent base camp.  But after that, you are on your own.  You may need to climb a few rock faces.  Those of you with experience may need to throw rope down those who are less skilled.  If Forskis killed my scout, he is even more dangerous than I believed.  So don't let your guard down.  Don't get caught on a rock face with an armed gargoyle killer.  Your cover in Britain and beyond is important.

Malag aste: *quirks a brow*

Magnus Grey: But with Forskis, bring him in or put him down.

Malag aste: I'd rather put him down at this point...

Magnus Grey: If he is part of the Fellowship conspiracy, he is willing to kill it's members.  Better to fight back first.

Fallen Angel: We should take the whole lot down at this point

Magnus Grey: Fallen Angel, that would be my way, but there are already lawyers and public statements involved.  Apparently no one in Britain "knew anything about events in Minoc"

Fallen Angel: I hear that the lawyers are part of the Fellowship

Magnus Grey: It being "a distant backwater" or something.  Tonight, focus on the murderer.  Any final questions?

*None*

Magnus Grey: Good hunting!

*Exiting the gate at the scout’s base camp the Royal Spies were met by some very shading characters, After dealing with them clues were found that Forskis was on a hit list to prevent him spilling the beans to the RBG if capture.  Looking around we found a goat trail leading around and over the mountain.  Following  the trail led the Royal Spies to Iolo*

Duncan: "Climb these rocks.  Looks like the mounts can handle it.

Iolo:  *humming comes from up the mountain*   *sings a song about climbing rocks and great falls*  Hail friends!  I seem to have gotten a bit stuck.   Reminds me of a story about Shamino and a bucket.   Teach an old bard to go after a killer alone!

Vixen: are you pinned under a rock?

Duncan: "can we pull you out?"   'You're the scout?'

Iolo:  Scout?

maints magic: we are here to help  no worries

Iolo: Is that whose bird that was?

Duncan: "Aye."

Vixen: did  you send a homing pigeon to Brit?

Iolo: Bird wandered up here, so I tied a message to its leg.

Vixen:  that bird is why we are here? 

Duncan: So, ah.  Let's pull those rocks off you.

Vixen: well we got the message

Iolo: Forskis dropped half a mountain on me, but he didn't finish the job!

Vixen:  where is he?

Duncan: * starts to and pull*

Iolo:  *wiggles free*  *winces*  That's a nasty break...

maints magic: "tosses heal spell"

Iolo: I'm not going to be able to help you much.  But I can tell you about the gargoyle.

maints magic: directions will suffice

Vixen: no worries

Iolo: He's clever.

Vixen: give us all you got  we will avenge you

Iolo: Likes to make false trails and double back.  Ambushes and traps. You need to take care going after him.

Kittie: We will, thank you Iolo

Malag aste: Certainly will

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Vixen: well he has two worries now on his trail, there a kill on sight order from others that are after him as well.

Iolo: Good luck, friends!  Oh wait!

Vixen: yes?

Iolo: The gargoyle can't fly!

Vixen: good

Iolo: I noticed that from days tracking him.

Malag aste: Did you rip his wings?

Vixen: injured wings maybe

Martyna Z'muir: His wings are scarred.

Iolo: He leaves a trail like any humanoid on land.

Vixen: from the fire he set?

Iolo: I don't know the reason, but use that to your advantage.

Vixen: indeed thank you sir

Iolo: He has been killing to eat as he   Messy hunters are easy to track.

Vixen: *nods*

Kittie: *nods*

Iolo: You all get justice for Feridwyn.

Vixen: ok point us in the right direction sir

Duncan: I think I see what he means

Iolo: I think west and then north for now.

Duncan: This way....There's blood.

Iolo: Follow the blood.

Duncan: Follow the blood trail to a blocked tunnel

*Of course nothing would be so simple to follow the trail without something wishing to stop us*  After dealing with that we found the tunnel that was sealed, and had to improvise using the horns of a goat to clean the area*

Iolo:  Follow Forskis's trail of blood!

Vixen:  following the blood

Iolo:  Careful for the wild animals!

Angry Mountain Goat: * Angry Mountain Goat is wracked with extreme pain. *

Iolo:  These goats are feral beasts!

Duncan: "All the goats dead now?"   "Seems not."

Iolo:  *limps over*

Vixen:  strange bird over here

Duncan: "Umm....Should you be here?"

Iolo:  I was feeling better.  Show this old bard the trail. 

Duncan: "Know a way into this tunnel>"

Iolo:  Digging?  If you don't want to dig, please stand back.

Spoonman: dogs like to dig  looks like a few dogs here

Iolo: Are you going to have the lame old bard do it?

Duncan: We could cut off the goats' heads and use the horns.  Aye, like he said, dogs like to dig. Who here can go into dog form.

Iolo:  That's a story...goat horn shovels!   *starts to dig*

Duncan: * digs with a goat horn shovel*

Spoonman: good job Duncan

Fallen Angel: Where to dig?

*Clearing the tunnel was done so swift that we surprised Forskis*

Forskis:  *snarls*  Brought friends too.

Vixen: Forskis there a kill order out on you come with us willing or dead

Forskis:  *growls*

Kittie: *growls back* *points* You're using innocent felines for your own agenda!!!!

Fearful Mountain Lion: * Fearful Mountain Lion is wracked with extreme pain. *

Kittie: I won't forgive you for that!!!!!!

Forskis: *shrugs*   Kill you too. 

Spoonman: your a wanted man, Forskis, and not just by us

Forskis: I am a gargoyle, not a man.   *well dud we know that*

Kittie: For what you did to these poor felines, I'm going to personally enjoy clawing your eyes out!!!

*Things were going from Bad to Worse for Forskis and it was not long that he was looking for his escape tunnel*

Forskis:  Let them come. Kill them too.  *snarls* Lot of you.  Too few knives.

Duncan: "Basically your one chance to live is to come with us, and quietly."  "And quickly."

Malag aste: Now like I said you can come quietly or die

Forskis: Forskis not weak.  Not live in human iron cage. 

Duncan: Oh, nono no....You're not weak....We're just betting you're smart.

Therrick'Kar: Assassins are always weak, cowardly and vile.

Forskis: Insult my wings!

Duncan: "Don't prove us wrong."

Forskis:  Kill you one at a time.   *runs down one of two tunnels*

*Splitting forces was the only option left, half down one tunnel the other half the other tunnel*  

The battle was swift and quick, Forskis was dead*  Reporting back to HQ we were debriefed*

*here we discussed the Minoc Fellowship house being closed, the land being returned to Minoc, which of course would make a certain Governor very happy.  Our continuous missions of spying on the Fellowship, and not leaving snacks (Homing Pigeons) unguarded when Kittie was around, and the sighting of a Strange Bird, it being sometimes an ill omen*

*The strange Bird*

Thus ends this report!

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