[IC] Monster Squad (homebrew)

Hobbit

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Durak looks mournfully at the parchment in front of him. His life path has not prepared him for the arduous task of a written statement.

After a few moments he shuffles his paws and leans down to speak to the attending officer.
"I can't." he mutters.

The officer, younger than the others in the room, and a little intimidated by the size of their witness, starts to explain that making a statement is Durak's civic duty and that a refusal will not go down well, before they notice the proffered pen and comprehension dawns.

The officer begins to ask questions loudly and slowly, using no unnecessary polysylabic words. They are leading the witness, and Durak's frustration is clear to others in the area.

(OOC: the statement obtained is truthful but not as detailed as it could have been.)
 

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After lunch you are led into an office whose door bears a small sign saying “I. Kosleri, M.R.U.”. The office has the typical high ceilings, and is sized to allow large people some elbow room. In the centre of the room is a large desk with an officer sat behind it. The space behind the desk is full of drawers (Frances recognises them as filing cabinets), with additional filing boxes carefully stacked on top of them. The desk itself has three trays of paperwork (IN is nearly empty, OUT is nearly full), your witness statements, and writing implements. It is otherwise empty, and there are two chairs and one large cushion for you to sit on.

The officer at the desk bears some examination. They are humanoid, slim but curved, purple-skinned, with long pointed ears like an elf, large curling horns like a ram, and when they speak, a mouth full of small pointed teeth. They're wearing a uniform, but their “armour” is lightweight leather of no intrinsic protective value, worked with quite a few magical runes. The statement in front of their is Thorn's, Frances statement is off to the side a little, and Durak's statement is the furthest away.
(I'm going to leave it up to you as to whether you recognise a tiefling. Certainly their appearance is unusual compared with most of the people in this city).
(Frances, Thorn, this woman has active magical effects besides their armour.)

Investigator Kosleri introduces theirself. They explains that they are part of the Magical Enforcement Division, and that thier primary concern in all this is the serious magical incident of the briars. They are aware that Fae magic is frequently connected with emotion, and they consider such an incident being connected with Fear to be a bad sign of further trouble. They are not treating the incident as an attack on the city - yet - because it's possible the Fae was in Dedalera's cargo. They explain that the ownership of sentient creatures is not legal in Starspire, and that if they find this Fae they will be free to stay or leave, but Magical Enforcement are quite concerned that there will be trouble and are keen to put a stop to it.

As such, Kosleri is in a position to offer a 200 Bob bounty if the Fae is found and persuaded to not do any more destructive magic. Would you like to take this job?
(Frances, 200 Bob is about six months rent)
 

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"I will help," Thorn says, almost before the question has finished being asked. Yesterday, they would have said out loud that they aren't in it for the money; but now, knowledgeable in the strange ways of the city, they only think that. Cities, they know first-hand, are alien and strange and terrible places, and a bad place to be alone and afraid. The Fae of the briar may not be as lucky as the dryad had been, in finding helpful folks and colleagues.

They're also a little ashamed of their outburst of temper earlier. In retrospect - given how much better they feel, after a lunch of sugarwater and sunlight - they realise how hungry they were. Another lesson about civilisation. It's tiring.
 

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Kosleri studied these three people. The human had the spark of magic, but no training. She knew the city fairly well, though, and that would be a necessary asset for a detached team. The dryad was the most valuable, the nearest thing they would find to an expert in Fae magic in the city. The other... they had thought him useful only as muscle at first. But their magics were showing various interesting oddities in him, including a tiny thread of his own magic. What was he, and how did he come to be? The world is wide, but surely a species of human-goat-lion hybrids, close enough for a ship that size, would have been noticed before now?
They added several inquiries to their low-priority mental to-do list. Kosleri's mind had an impressive internal filing system.

The dryad was naive. The hybrid suspicious. The human? Potentially deceptive. Would this be a true partnership or would the human use these people?
They filed that under "other people's problems".
 

Hobbit

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Durak shuffled his feet, 200 seemed like a big number, but what did he know. He looked at the talkative local, he'd take his cue from her.
 

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"That's 200 Bob, plus usual reasonable expenses, right?' said Frances. 'Done, we'll take the job' she added, before the investigator could change their mind.
 

Serket

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The Investigator steeples their fingers and gives an extremely deliberate smile.
"Excellent. A review of Dedalera's shipping manifest reveals several missing creatures, any of which could be candidates: a large hexapodal arthropod which seems to have escaped into the storm drain, one large constrictor and two small venomous snakes, four venomous spiders, one scorpion, two camel spiders, a gryphon, a dire bat, and sixteen birds of various types. We already have people intercepting the gryphon and the bat, and since I believe you can't fly..." (their expression indicates a question) "... I suggest you ignore those. But feel free to start wherever you like, and report back here as and when you have news."
If you have no questions, the investigator will bid you good day and send you on your way.
 

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Durak turns to the human as they leave.
"It's your city. Where can we stash gear and plan our hunt?"

The walk down the stairs sees a full bottle with a long neck emerge from a sling bag and he takes a long pull from it.
 

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"Do you think all of those creatures were intended for the same place?" Thorn wonders aloud. "That's a lot of venom, for one place. Also," they add, "some of them are quite small and will probably be eaten soon."

Or, well, something may try to eat them. If any of the little critters are fae in tiny disguise, things will rapidly go badly for the predator. In that case, all they'd have to do is follow the screams.
 

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Meanwhile, beneath a respectable-looking townhouse in the Eastern Ward, a "helpful human child" is selling a trio of venomous snakes to a guild they're loosely associated with for a better price than the importer offered.

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And, near the docks, two children argue:
"Look, it's not a rat. You can't keep it."
"It's fuzzy and it's friendly."
"Keeping rats is weird anyway. But that's not a rat!"
"It's close enough."
"Count the legs! It's a fricking spider!"
"It's cute and I'm keeping it."
"You are hopeless."
 
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