conversations.from: system
conversations.value: 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: gpt
conversations.value: Jammyr: Slums of Korvosa aren’t a nice place to leave by any means, but at least they equally aren’t kind to anyone. In many nicer places, a young ratfolk would be an outcast, a pariah but here, Tullu’s just another poor soul struggling to make a living.Being able to see in the night as well as in the day, Tullu often prowls the streets in the darkness - slums aren’t really safer in the day, and in the night, at least much of the threats are asleep.Coming back from one such a prowl, Tully approaches the small hovel that acts as her abode. In the junk-filled and weed-strewn yard, she sees Petula, an old woman living next door, as she strikes the hanging rug with a stick repeatedly, raising a cloud of dust.Seeing the young ratfolk, the old woman calls out,Tell your friends to keep it down, would you?! I know you young folks need your fun, but I’m not young anymore; won’t do me good to wake up to the sound of your parties in the night!”Which is strange to say the least, as there certainly was no party in the Tullu’s hovel last night - or if there was, she wasn’t invited.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: Although Tullu had neither thrown a party nor allowed anybody into her......she hesitated to call the ramshackle hovel a home.....she decided it would be best to act as if she had invited some friends over to avoid causing Petula any more stress than the intruders had already. She told the elderly woman"I will be sure to remind them to keep the ruckus to a minimum next time."She then headed into her abode, her hand held close to her weapon in case it was necessary to arm herself quickly.Perception roll: 14
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jammyr: [Ooc] Roll Perception, please
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jammyr: Approaching the door, Tullu notices something unusual. The door’s slightly ajar - which it certainly wasn’t when she left; closer inspection reveals a broom supporting the door from the inside, with a basin precariously balanced on top of the resulting construction. Opening the door is sure to cause the basin to tumble down, and hoping it’s filled with just water might be a tad too optimistic.[ooc] Disable Device is trained only, meaning Tullu can’t safely dismantle the trap; but there might be other ways around it.[/ooc]
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: Tullu stood completely still for a minute as she weighed her options. Finally deciding what she should do she rushed the door and kicked it hard then back flipped away as fast as she could manage. She then  watched the results of her action unfold.Attack: 16Acrobatics: 15 + 2 = 17
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jammyr: Not a moment later than Tullu flips away from the  door, a cascade of sharp rocks rains from the ceiling into the place she  would be had she entered the door normally.Standing up,  miraculously unharmed, young ratfolk peers inside her house. It doesn't  look like anything's missing - than again, any sane dweller of the Slums  is well aware to carry anything worth stealing on their person at all  times - but what humble belongings are in the house are all scattered  and smashed, and there is one thing that wasn't there when she left - on  the nail in the wall, a string of hemp coiled into a tiny noose hangs.[ooc]Trap attack: 5+10=15, miss; (damage 5) <=not applies
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: The tiny hemp noose made Tullu feel uneasy. She placed her hand on the handle of her morningstar, hoping she would not need it, as she proceeded deeper into her hovel. She hoped whoever trapped her door and placed the noose was either long gone or open to talk if they were still present.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jammyr: Whoever did this to Tullu's hovel seems to be long gone now, though as she searches, Tullu hears the steps from the outside. Luckily, it's just Petula, came to check on the latest source of noise."Are you hurt, child?"she asks, looking inside, and making a warding gesture as she notices the noose,"My, my... surely he'd be dead by now..."[ooc]Feel free to roll Knowledge and/or question the old woman... or something else.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: Seeing Petula's gesture did nothing to calm Tullu's nerves. She did her best to keep the fear and nervousness out of her voice as she asked her friend"Exactly who is it that should be dead?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jammyr: "There was a man",Petula says, after some thinking,"a long time ago, when I was but a girl myself... a thief, a famous one. Called himself Hanged Man... he left nooses like that as a calling card, so the people would know who robbed them. But he disappeared nearly, what was it, fifty years ago? Some say his luck finally run out, some say he got enough riches to not care anymore... all I know, he never was arrested."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: Tullu ruminated on Petula's statement before replying"Fifty years. Fifty years would probably be treated as an afternoon stroll if this 'Hanged Man' should be some breed of elf....or intelligent undead."She paced the room as she spoke, finally stopping and saying"In any case it seems I should do everything possible to solve this mystery. Thank you for telling me about this person, Petula. I shall begin my investigation immediately. Errr, right after I tidy up a bit that is."She hugged her elderly neighbor then began to straighten up the mess made by the trap.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jammyr: "It's nothing, my dear", the old woman smiles,"I'll tell you if I remember anything else, but my own memory isn't what it used to be..."[ooc] OK, so what exactly do you want to do in context of investigation? Anyway, give me a Kn.(Local) check to see if Tullu heard any relevant rumors herself; otherwise, asking around with Diplo might help - or you might have some other ideas?
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: Knowledge(Local): 15Tullu looked at the noose again and tried to recall if she had heard anything more than what Petula remembered about the Hanged Man.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jammyr: Pondering on Petula’s tale, Tullu remembers that she did hear the name, The Hanged Man, relatively recently - though not in relation to the legendary thief. A new youth gang, calling themselves Hanged Man’s Orphans, rose into prominence recently - and, apparently, their mark of distinction is wearing a tiny noose somewhere on their clothes. Besides the calling card, though, it doesn’t seem like there’s much in common between the man as Petula described him, and this new gang of - being honest - common street urchins and pickpockets.[ooc]Sorry for the long silence, hope to post more from now on.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: Tullu thought about the odd similarity in names between the famous scoundrel and the gang of urchins. Were the gang members actually related to the rapscallion or were they merely trying to profit from his reputation? She thought it would be prudent to ask around to see if any of her contacts knew anything. Another puzzle occurred to her. Why break into her house in the first place? She asked her neighbor"Petula, would you happen to know who lived in this house at the time that The Hanged Man was active?"
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conversations.value: Jammyr: "This house?" Petula shakes her head, “Don’t think so. People change often around here, and everyone repairs and rebuilds, so it might be even said it’s not the same house it was back then anymore…”
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: . Tullu thought about that for a moment before replying"You are probably right about that, but I still have to wonder why they broke into my house. I do remember that a group of small-time pickpockets have started going by the name Hanged Man's Orphans and they use a miniature noose as their symbol. It is possible that these ruffians may be trying to profit from the Hanged Man's legendary reputation."She grabbed her gear and made ready to leave. She told Petula"I am going to find these scoundrels and talk with them. I will see you later, my friend. Keep yourself safe while I am gone."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Jammyr: “Hanged Man’s Orphans… I heard something about them, but can’t tell you anything useful, I’m afraid”, the old woman shakes her head.“Be careful, kid; in the slums, trouble can find you even when you’re not looking for trouble…”As it happens, itiseasy to find trouble around here; cutting her way through a side alley, Tullu sees three human youths, two boys and one girl, maybe a couple of years older than Tullu, cornering a fourth one, looking no older than the rat girl herself. Three assailants are looking rather typical for the local strays, but Tullu notices the shoelaces on their boots are ties in the same fashion as the tiny noose she found in her house.“Put on the laces, Coleen”, the larger of the thugs says, holding his fist in front of the victim’s face, with two similar noosed twines clutched in his hand.His victim, barefoot and dressed only in a rag tunic fixed on one shoulder, backs down, as if trying to pass through the wall, and shakes his (her? It’s hard to tell, really) head with the determined look.It doesn’t look like either side have noticed Tullu yet.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Trelane Q Discord: Tullu was not sure what was happening but judging from what she had seen and heard so far it appeared that three kids were attempting to force the fourth to join their gang. The young witch did not think this was a good thing, first because it took away the target's right to decide their life for themselves , second the person in question would never be completely loyal to the group that they were forced to join.She stepped forward and cleared her throat saying"I have some questions. First 'What is going on here?' Second 'Which of you broke into my house?' Third 'Why would you break into a run down hovel in the first place?' "With that she held out the tiny noose she had found hanging on her wall.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Jammyr: The oldest-looking of the bullies looks at Tullu with slight interest,"Your house? Nah, wasn't any of us; but the meaning should be clear no? Take the laces, join the crew, pay your dues, maybe do a chore or two for us some times, and you'll have no trouble, understand? Refuse, and... well, Colleen, I guess you'll have to serve as an example... not that you're good for anything else..."