Game Thread Prelude: Sandstorms and Sexy Ladies - Page 7

ChordataXVII · #91 08-09-2010, 04:30 PM

Raiiel's eyes close for a moment with an irritated sigh, but...the man did heve to protect his interests. Her hand was removed from the pouch and flicked forward, scattering the coins on the table halfway between them, quiclky checking to be certain it was ten gold. Allright, stupid mining towns, I'll get my papers somewhere else, what can you tell me about those rebels? Raiiel's hnad was placed on her hip as she watched them carefully, hopefully she wasn't getting screwed over, she didn't need to start a list of people to get rid of while she was in this stupid town.

Frodiddly · #92 08-09-2010, 09:24 PM

As Azog sits down, he acknowledges Edea's remark. "Well, let me have a bite to eat first. I've been... under the weather lately, and I'm starvin'. Bring on that soup, friend Aldwish!"

He continues to listen to the pair talking near him. He is intrigued by their plan... And by what would presumable be the hoarding of water by St. Rainon. It seemed that by opening the well up once more, one could certainly bring in a heap of gold... Or by creating a scheme of his own. If he managed to take the credit for opening the well, he could certainly put that uppity Dwarf in his place. He continued to listen in on their conversation, while thinking about how he could get into the well without the Dwarf noticing...

Chekken · #93 08-09-2010, 10:14 PM

Raiiel's talk with the bandit The bandit takes the coins and places them in his pocket. He spoke loudly and theatrically. "WHY THANK YOU FOR THAT ADVANCE ON THE LOAN YOU ARE LEGALLY GIVING ME, GOOD FRIEND!"

People around you give the two of you a strange look.

The bandit leans forward and whispers. "The rebels are everywhere, watching for an opportunity to overthrow Lijjan Mayne, the chieftain of the town, and to make slavery illegal. Two of the leaders of the rebels have been imprisoned for rioting, and are being held in the dungeons at the bottom of the guard outpost. If you are that interested in finding where they are, seek them out. The guards will allow guests, but you won't get much quality time to speak to him. If you want a longer time to speak to the rebel leaders, disguise yourself as a guard at 6pm any time this week. Say your name is Linda. If you're disguised well enough, the guards will let you pass." He speaks in a very serious tone. "But be careful. If they catch you, they WILL kill you."

At the bar Azog hears a bell from upstairs. "And tha' woul' be the soup! Hang on, I'll ge' it fer ye." Edea ducks under the bar (with his size, this is easily achieveable) and heads upstairs, his brown apron trailing after him.

Quiivern and the Tinhammer dwarves The two dwarves finally stop laughing and heave their drunken selves back into their seats. Tarus claps his brother on the back, causing some of his ale to spill onto the table. "Whaddaya say, brother? Should we go after some trolls?"

Marus shook his head. "Noooo way! I heard what happened to that wannabe adventurer going into the well. Never came back, did he?"

"Nope, never came back."

"So then it's too *hic* dangerous." Marus turned and smiled at Quiivern. "Sorry, friend, but we usually just go after goblins. T...trolls are too much. Big, scary creatures. Very smelly. Can be pretty offensive, too. They'll make you turn your back in embarrassment and then club you from behind. Mossgrower ain't in the well, though. He's way off to the northwest near the volcano. Has his own lair and everything."

Frodiddly · #94 08-09-2010, 11:02 PM

Azog commits what he hears to memory. He could easily execute this plan in their stead... He could bring an excellent chunk of gold to himself, and, if Magnus and the half-orc got in his way, well, no one would think to look for them over Cthulu's Cliffs. As soon as he finished his soup, he would speak to some of his companions. Perhaps a few of them would go with him over the cliffs and collect some water. It seemed like a sound plan to him. It would help bring some immediate relief to the town, as well as some immediate coin.

The barbarian took another drink of ale. This shall be a glorious expedition...

Magnai · #95 08-09-2010, 11:02 PM

Quiivern feels proud that he got some information and maybe some friends in the meantime. He's been short of that for a while. Just one wannabe adventurer? What was he like? You two could surely do better than that. What about the clan? We could get a posse together, pay them in ale and make a good time of it. Maybe we could even get that Mossgrower as dessert, or an appetizer if you so insist. Quiivern takes a real hearty swig of his ale. I can't keep faking this or else it'll be obvious. I wonder what else they know that's useful. If not, I can have a good dose of fun in the meantime.

So you just hunt little goblins now? Those can't be very hard. I've killed three of them in one swing before. Quiivern beams with glee and runs his hand over the hilt of his greataxe. He likes it when he can talk about his past conquests. Just don't ask about the last 5 years. Then thing'll get a wee bit messy.

ChordataXVII · #96 08-10-2010, 12:22 AM

Raiiel gave a bit of a nod as she straigtened herself out Of course... with that she turned back and headed over to the bar again. Sitting herself down in contemplation she looked over to Gregor with a defeated sigh I still have no idea what is in that well, above that it's voilent and easily provoked...and dangerous from the sounds of it.She scratched between Sigil's ears absently as she spoke. I'm thinking after everyone's fed and has enough to drink we should go out there, set the well on fire to force it out, and kill it if it won't respond to communication. she looked up, waiting for the readied soup. Digging a hunk of meat out of her pack she tossed it to Sigil, who now lay quietly on the floor, chewing on the hunk of deer flesh.::

Chekken · #97 08-10-2010, 12:36 AM

At the bar Edea the bartender returns from upstairs, bringing with her a tiny fat halfling girl, presumably his daughter. The only parts of her you could find attractive were her blue eyes and red hair. She wore a tiny dress that barely covered her, and a small plum-coloured ribbon around her hair. Nestled in the corner of her face is the largest mole you've ever seen in your life. She passes Azog his soup and smiles: she had surprisingly white teeth. The air is slowly filled with the distinct aroma of fish.

"Azog" Edea started, his voice shaking with excitement. "This is me daught'r, Sherry. She'd like te get te know ye."

Edea prodded her in the back, and she walked over to Azog. Sherry waved one hand enthusiastically, and then put both of them behind her back, looking at the ground. "Hi!"

Quiivern and the Tinhammers Marus shakes his head. "Look, I like 'ya buddy...I really do. But you really don't understand."

"No, he doesn't."

Marus turns to Tarus with a grimace. "Will you stop saying that?" Marus clears his throat. "This adventurer was a TOUGH guy. We're talkin' one of those warrior guys who could take on a whole swarm of villagers without trouble. People were actually scared of him! Whatever's under the well killed him. People tried to bring his body back into town, and the creature damn near killed them, too! Was some kinda four-legged something, apparently. Sorry, buddy, but we've gotta say no on this one. But hey..." He punches you happily on the shoulder. "If you wanna go after Mossgrower some time, send us a letter and we'll have the whole Tinhammer gang over there in a jiffy, hehe."

"You're kidding, right Marus?"

Marus sighed. "Yes I'm kidding. You really are hammered, aren't you?"

Magnai · #98 08-10-2010, 01:35 AM

Quiivern looks so dissapointed. He visibly pouts and waves his hands in a fake scared way. Ok. I see. Big scary four-legged creature killed a singular tough guy. Well, and a posse of people there weren't trying to kill it either. Quiivern takes another hearty swig. So this mossgrower. It got any water? People seem to worship that like gold around here. You and your friends have any way to solve that problem? Quiivern pushes the flagon of ale that he isn't drinking from in between the two dwarves. Quiivern makes a nice little smile.

snack · #99 08-10-2010, 03:52 AM

Sipping away at his water, Gregor listens in on everything he can. Unfortunately, most of the conversations are hush and the dwarves are making quite a racket, so that's about all he gets.
A four legged creature under the well. That story matches up surprisingly well with what I saw earlier. If it lives below in the mines, perhaps there is a connection between the mines and the well and it was not trapped at all.
Gregor is just finishing his water as Raiiel returns to the bar.
"Unfortunately, I don't know if that would work. I have a theory about the creature, I think it is not trapped down that well at all. From what I've heard from the dwarves, who have made there conversation pub wide, I think the creature lives in the mines under the town."
He finishes his glass and rises slowly.
"I think we should reassemble and see what everyone was able to find out. And all together investigate the mines."

JHouck8390 · #**100** 08-10-2010, 03:27 PM

Swald, discouraged that his attempt at bluffing the chieftain failed so quickly, presses on in a different direction.

Cheiftain Mayne, you seem to be verily thirsting for a solution to a certain problem. Surely, being a man inclined towards economically benefiting your town, you would be willing to make an investment? Of course, I won't ask you to answer just yet. It would be a disservice to refrain from spelling out exactly the course of action we intend.

I am offering to solve the problem of the drought here in your town. I offer no guarantee beyond this: the drought will end, or I will have pursued every possibility to that ends. In exchange, I ask that you compensate every surviving member of my force. A simple affair of performing a service for a fee. Surely, there is no more straightforward a deal?

As you may or may not be aware, a certain number of persons willing to aid your town have, in a manner of speaking, placed themselves at my disposal. One of whom is the elf of whom I spoke but moments past. It would be... unwise... for someone to try to take from her the liberty to which she was born. To this ends, I make my first caveat: affix your seal to a document placing her as my ward whilst in the sovereignty of the Empire of Rolt. This point is necessary to the fundamental composition of our fellowship.

Furthermore, we shall need lodging for the duration of our tenure in your town. My second caveat: provide a sheltered room for myself and companions at no cost. There need be no furnishings, simply four walls, a roof and a level, non-earthen floor.

Finally, my party shall need provisioning for special circumstances. My third and last caveat is simply to place a local artisan or two at the disposal of my party with directions to give us all priority and to charge all fees to the town coffer.

Assuming that you look upon these caveats as fair for the arrangement, I believe we shall strike a deal, as it were. If not, I am certainly open to a counter proposal.

Rolls

ChordataXVII · #**101** 08-10-2010, 09:13 PM

Raiiel looked around the room slowly and nodded. Caves huh?....Figures, I should have firebombed it when I hed the chance. After she finished looking she rose to her feet, setting Sigil's dish down on the bar and motioning for him to rise Well, I agree we all need to meet up and come to a decision, but Swald's been missing for a little while and we need to find him. I'm more then a little worried he's going to do more at the mayor's then just find information. I'm going to look around the town, I won't be far. with that she stood and made her way out of the tavern, looking about and removing the map to track down the prison the rebels were held in.

DiViNe · #**102** 08-10-2010, 09:50 PM

[Hayward Uth Mondrian - Human Fighter]

When the group was still back at the temple, Hayward drew into a dark and depressing mood at the news of his steed Pegasus. Shedding not a single tear but enough to fill a pitcher or two if any of the townspeople desired salty water.

"Oh my Pegasus... Such a loyal and valiant pony."

At this a few of the others looked over in wonderment that the man had in fact been speaking of a pony and not a great warhorse like the image Pegasus might have conjured up.

When visited with the thought of getting monetary compensation for the 'misdeeds' of the cleric, Hayward could only shake his hand as if to say it was fine and not to dwell on it any longer.

Making his way for the door, he entered into the streets quiet and somber.

* * *

In the streets, Hayward listened and watched the others go about their activities. When Swald disappeared off to the mayor's house, Hayward watched the man through squinted and contemplative eyes. It was clear the human did not trust his brethren.

When Quiivern spoke to the children of the monster in the well, Hayward again watched another one of his potential companions with chagrin. With the loss of Pegasus, and now the rather shady actions of those he may be spending serious time with, Hayward was in the lowest of places.

* * *

When the others moved from the street into the inn, Hayward followed separating himself from the group and finding refuge at a nearby empty table. Lost in his thoughts, his head propped atop his hands, as he watched through forlorn eyes.

The antics of the dwarves nearby put but a small smile on his face at moments, and their information truly piqued Hayward's interested at a moment or two.

When it appeared as if Raiiel was heading back off into the town, Hayward stood and walked over addressing probably his favorite of the people he'd met thus far.

"Milady, would you mind accompaniment on your walk?"

Frodiddly · #**103** 08-10-2010, 10:21 PM

Azog swallows his mouthful of soup at the sight of Sherry. She... Aye, she certainly is a sight... What have I gotten myself into? He did not wish to offend the newfound ally in Edea, but he had to get out of this horrible thing somehow... She was uglier than even a Dwarf woman!

He looked up at her, and winced slightly once again. "Um... Hello there, lassie. Name's Azog, as I'm sure your father's told ye'." He tries to initiate as little conversation as possible... He had no idea how he'd get out of this...

ChordataXVII · #**104** 08-11-2010, 03:28 AM

Raiiel turned, looking up at the man in surprise Oh! Ummm....yes, of course. Human, I seem to have forgotten your name since we were first introduced, I'm not used to meeting people , let alone this many people at once, if you could refresh my memory? This one stood tall, with an air of superiority, but without that savage fierceness that seemed to follow some. So either royalty of some sort, or a soldier with an overzealous yearning to a cause, at least that's all she could think of. I'm Raiiel....I suppose I haven't introduced myself properly to you... her hand reached out to shake Hayward's. It sounds like we've got our work cut out for us, dealing with this creature, and I don't even know if it has anything to do with the drought. Always nice to make good with your pack...but I do need to get to that prison, those rebels aren't just going to walk out of hiding.

snack · #**105** 08-11-2010, 04:37 AM

Gregor mutters a quick unheard goodbye as Raiiel leaves the tavern.
she seems in an awful hurry
He looks at his empty glass and then suddenly his attention is snapped back to his half orc companion. He could hardly see the plump halfling on the other side of the hulking man, if not for her fair girth he would have not noticed her at all. He catches only a moment of their conversation, and Gregor realizes with terror that the halfing bar tender had not been joking.
Stunned for more then a second, terrifying images flash into his head before he expels them with a fury that he then translates into action.
Leaping from his stool, Gregor hits the ground in full sprint. His small compact form rockets across the short distance to the half orc and he grapple attempt: Grab(touch attack vs. flat-footed opponent)

Dice Roll:

1d20+3

(12)+3

Total = 15

Grapple Check

Dice Roll:

1d20+3

(8)+3

Total = 11

leaps the last 5 feet in a diving tackle.
"YE' FILTHY BEAST, GIT YER'SELF AWAY FROM THE POOR LASS!!"