As previously mentioned, we started our next company plotline and I have the first event's written report for your enjoyment:
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Act 2: Ashes to Ashes
Chapter 1
Not long after Papusashu's mansion was raided and the plunder fenced off to eager buyers, Kilid collected the post on his way to the tavern. He settled into a chair and handed the bundle to Inarah as they shared a pint with Helia and P'etri. Bills, payments for contracts performed and so on were all there, but one item in particular stood out with its ornate handwriting. Inarah opened the envelope curiously; it contained a handful of invitations, all in the same beautiful script.
The female's face went pale as her golden eyes passed over the contents. "Somethin' wrong, 'Narah?" Kilid frowned and came to stand next to her, resting a hand on his wife's shoulder. Voice trembling, Inarah explained that the Jackals had received an invitation to Papusashu's funeral. More alarming still, the names on the invitations were the false names the company had given when they crashed the party at the foul lalafell's mansion.
This raised several questions. How was a funeral arranged so quickly for someone who had not even left a body, who may not even be dead? How did the invitations, addressed to people who didn't exist, find their way to the Jackals' door? "Someone's toying with us," Helia remarked darkly.
After some deliberation, the four agreed to attend the funeral, scheduled for that evening, and bring some backup should anything go awry. Thara, Xiv and Yoral joined them on the ferry from Limsa to Thanalan and made the trek through the desert to the Church of Saint Adama Landama.
Their journey went without incident until they arrived outside Camp Drybone and noticed a broken down caravan with a mob of orphan children in tow. The children descended upon the Jackals, prodding, poking and laughing. P'etri found her coin purse not just lighter, but missing entirely, Helia had her hair pulled and the rest were scratched hard enough to draw blood during the swarming.
Moving swiftly on to the church, the company was greeted by a lalafell priest. He performed the last rites, including a tirade against "thieving mercenaries who thought nothing of plundering a dead man's home," and emptied an urn full of ashes onto the ground. Rather than falling to the parched earth, despite the still air, the ashes rose up with a life of their own and coated all of the Jackals head to toe.
Helia aggressively questioned the priest but he swore he was never given a name; only a very substantial amount of coin. Turning to each other with worried frowns, the company left the church and planned their next move. Helia and P'etri went straight to the Alchemists' Guild in Ul'dah to have the ashes analysed whilst Inarah and Thara agreed to try to track down the sender of the invitations.
"Aye, someone's toyin' wiv us alright...an' we're gonna find out who," Inarah mumbled under her breath as they headed back to Limsa.
Act 2: Ashes to Ashes
Chapter 1
Not long after Papusashu's mansion was raided and the plunder fenced off to eager buyers, Kilid collected the post on his way to the tavern. He settled into a chair and handed the bundle to Inarah as they shared a pint with Helia and P'etri. Bills, payments for contracts performed and so on were all there, but one item in particular stood out with its ornate handwriting. Inarah opened the envelope curiously; it contained a handful of invitations, all in the same beautiful script.
The female's face went pale as her golden eyes passed over the contents. "Somethin' wrong, 'Narah?" Kilid frowned and came to stand next to her, resting a hand on his wife's shoulder. Voice trembling, Inarah explained that the Jackals had received an invitation to Papusashu's funeral. More alarming still, the names on the invitations were the false names the company had given when they crashed the party at the foul lalafell's mansion.
This raised several questions. How was a funeral arranged so quickly for someone who had not even left a body, who may not even be dead? How did the invitations, addressed to people who didn't exist, find their way to the Jackals' door? "Someone's toying with us," Helia remarked darkly.
After some deliberation, the four agreed to attend the funeral, scheduled for that evening, and bring some backup should anything go awry. Thara, Xiv and Yoral joined them on the ferry from Limsa to Thanalan and made the trek through the desert to the Church of Saint Adama Landama.
Their journey went without incident until they arrived outside Camp Drybone and noticed a broken down caravan with a mob of orphan children in tow. The children descended upon the Jackals, prodding, poking and laughing. P'etri found her coin purse not just lighter, but missing entirely, Helia had her hair pulled and the rest were scratched hard enough to draw blood during the swarming.
Moving swiftly on to the church, the company was greeted by a lalafell priest. He performed the last rites, including a tirade against "thieving mercenaries who thought nothing of plundering a dead man's home," and emptied an urn full of ashes onto the ground. Rather than falling to the parched earth, despite the still air, the ashes rose up with a life of their own and coated all of the Jackals head to toe.
Helia aggressively questioned the priest but he swore he was never given a name; only a very substantial amount of coin. Turning to each other with worried frowns, the company left the church and planned their next move. Helia and P'etri went straight to the Alchemists' Guild in Ul'dah to have the ashes analysed whilst Inarah and Thara agreed to try to track down the sender of the invitations.
"Aye, someone's toyin' wiv us alright...an' we're gonna find out who," Inarah mumbled under her breath as they headed back to Limsa.
