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conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: firemagehao: The city streets are full of people, bustling around, to preoccupied with their lives to look deep into the city. They do not have the potential to look past its walls, under the streets, in the "storage" rooms in the stores. They trust what they are told by the "government." They don't take time to realize the patterns. The "accidents." The arson. The murder. They think it is just regular crime. Have they looked into who was the one murdered? Who might want to kill whom? No. They have not. Because they are content. But not you. You have noticed the patterns, and have all determined the next person to be killed on your own. Just a shopkeeper getting a little behind on in his payments. You may only suspect something will happen, or might even be there by chance. But you are there, and you see the others. (Introductions to the other characters. You have all me in front of a shop, and groups of people all coming to one place at once is not common)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Marthinwurer: Who arrives at the shop first? What type of shop is it? If I am first there I will enter the shop and browse.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: firemagehao: You all arrive at the exact same time.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tricou: Ubada walks through the city, his bow at his side.  "This is the one",  he thought as he approached the store.  He quickly looks around and notices a few other people approaching from out of the crowd. 2 elves, 2 humans, a dwarf.   "Have they noticed too?"  thought Ubada.  He walks to the others and says,  "Nice store isn't it?  Shame about the owner. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: salt3d: A hint of a smile crosses Len's face as he looks at the shop.   I used to steal from this place when I was a kid  , he thinks.   How times have changed.  
  
  Looking up at Ubada, Len grunts  "Hmph"  in acknowledgement.   Weren't no half-orcs around back then either.  
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Marthinwurer: Paul replied to the half-Orc saying,  "Yes it is. I remember when my father traded with him. He told good jokes." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dacia Brabant: Durandal 
   "What about the owner?"  asks the tall, silver-haired Eladrin man.  "Oh I hope he isn't dead, I had business to transact." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: mastermind: "He's fine. For now, at least."  said Tikania as she came out of the store.  "What's our plan? Pay, smuggle, or direct?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tricou: Ubada directs his gaze towards the human woman and says,  "So you have noticed it too?  It's very disturbing, these unrelated events connecting together in such a way.  I have noticed it since I first arrived here."   Ubada clears his throat and looks towards the small group now looking at him and says,   "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself.  My name is Ubada the Piercer. I used to lead a group of archers in my former warband, but that is behind me now.  And you are? 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: salt3d: "It didn't used to be like this;"  interjects Len,  "Crime was just a way to make a living. But this is different. There's been something going on that... that just ain't right." 
   "Anyway, the name's Len. I been livin' in the city most of me life, an' like I said things've been different lately."  Len glances left and right, then lowers his voice and says  "We'll likely draw the wrong kind of attention out here gas baggin' like this. Best we get inside." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dacia Brabant: "Hmm, I see. So I've come to the right place but at the wrong time, or maybe the wrong place at the right time?"  the Eladrin smirks and shrugs.  "Well, no matter, I've still business to conduct here--nothing sordid I assure you--so I've an interest in seeing that all's safe and sound. Yes, let us enter--
  
  Oh pardon my manners. Durandal Stormcrown at your service,"  he offers with a short bow and a smile.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Marthinwurer: "I am Paul Everflame, Wizard, at your service."  He turned to the eladrin and said, * "So, have you noticed anything  unusual  lately?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: firemagehao: You all notice something unusual, a black flash inside the shop.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Dacia Brabant: "I believe that would qualify. Let's check it out,"  Durandal replies, pointing at the flash. In an instant, the Eladrin's rapier is in his hand and he moves to enter the shop.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: salt3d: With speed and agility unexpected in a dwarf, Len slips in behind Durandal as the eladrin enters the shop. As he does so, he produces a crossbow that seems simply too large to have been concealed on his person. In a flurry of hand movements, Len loads a bolt and turns a couple of dials on the stock of the bow.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Marthinwurer: Paul ran behind Durandal and Len, drawing a glowing wand as he went.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tricou: Ubada takes his bow and draws back an arrow, readying himself for a fight. He quickly walks forward, trailing behind everyone as he aims inside the store.
  He yells,  "Get in front of me! I will let you know when to strike!" 
  Ubada then walks into the store and viciously shoots an arrow into the first monster he sees.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: firemagehao: As you step in, you see a masked, black-cloaked figure, pinning the shopkeeper to the wall. The blue hilted dagger at the man's neck. "See you in the inferno." He whisperers, as he slits the shopkeeper's neck. He twirls around, his hand extended, a blast of force knocking you all back into the street.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: salt3d: The force of the blast throws Len back through the door and he tumbles halfway across the street. Before he stops he is back on his feet running towards the shop, but the momentum of his tumbling works against him and although his feet are moving he doesn't go anywhere. After a second he gains traction and sprints back into the shop.
  
  Len heads straight to the prone body of the shopkeeper. Rolling him over, Len sees the gaping wound in his neck.  "Dead"  mutters Len, to no one in particular.
  
  Standing up, Len looks around the shop for clues that may have been left by the mysterious assailaint.