[Game Thread] Hail to Her Lady

[Fragmaster01]

The hippie panics, not convinced by your offer of fluffy clothing. His arms flail in a demonstrative manner, and he moves to run away screaming, in such a way as to attract his colleagues and/or the city guard.

[Moridain]

The bunny-snake-zombie-druid lady moves slightly to block the path but tries to keep it subtle "Please don't mind him, he is a bit insane. We are actually at the market to replace his meds. Don't worry though, after we are done here we will take him back to his padded cell, where he can go back to drawing pictures with his toes." she says the last in a

Dice bluff :

1d20+2

(20)+2

Total = 22

loud whisper

"Now then, will you accept a small gift for the lady? Perhaps a couple of gold coin? Anything to aid Her in her Good Works." she holds out a couple of Monies with a beautific smile.

[Fragmaster01]

Dice Diplomancy:

1d20+2

(16)+2

Total = 18

Kaitlyn: That was pretty good, at least from your experience. He is not, however, calmed by the thought of a zombie snake talking to him all close and breathylike. He runs away screaming.

Do you intercept?

OOC If you do, roll Initiative and your Violence method of choice.

[Moridain]

She watches the hippy run away, where is the peace and love now?

Shrugging, something it is rare to see a snake person do, she speaks to the others "I think it might be best for us to head somewhere else. Anyone need anything else before we go?"

[Fenris]

Talos can't help but be confused by the whole event that just transpired. Finally snapping to the matter at hand, "Uh, yeah. I'm good here. But where are we going to go? I'd say our one good lead just ran thata way."

[Caput]

Eshti scoots forward on her wheels, attempting to overtake the guy and block his path without actually hitting him. As she reaches him, she turns around and rolls backwards, putting out a hand to gently-but firmly send him back towards the party.

OOC Dice Initiative: d20+1 (13)+1 Total = 14 Dice Reposition combat maneuver: d20+15 (20)+15 Total = 35

[Fragmaster01]

Dice Initiative:

1d20

11

Eshti: Oh goodness these wheels are so cool. You're like a bullet, that shoots another bullet. Whoosh! You easily outstrip the guy, and shove him back into your little sewing circle.

The hippie is now terrified, and resumes flailing his arms demonstratively. His lips move and froth, but nothing coherent comes out. A stray drop of spittle lands on Kaitlyn's face, drooling down the side in a slow yet consistent trail of slime.

[Caput]

"Hey, cool it. We're only trying to talk. There is no need to shoot off and make a fuss." Not that I wouldn't drink your blood if I could. Damn, I miss that already. Need them fangs back. I wonder if you'll make it out of this alive? If I've come over all zen, my friends could be quite the opposite now.

[Moridain]

"Hey, hey! Calm down, you are going to hurt yourself! We have no intention of hurting you or The Lady. I swear it, and if I lie may The Lady seek to kill me." more than she already does, holding up her hand solemnly. Giving a wry smile "Do you really think anyone is silly enough to want to make The Lady want to hurt them..?"

"So please, if my friend lets you go will you stop flailing around? You want to tell us more about The Lady, right? We want to know more about The Lady. And when you are done, you can leave unharmed to tell Others. But if you run off as you are now the guards might want to take you with them to ask questions, and then you wont be able to tell anyone else about The Lady today, and that would be bad, right?" she smiles, wanting to express a lack of intent to maim and kill and eat her tasty tasty illicit herb scented brain.

Dice diplomacy:

1d20+2

(20)+2

Total = 22

[Fragmaster01]

Dice Rollin:

5d20

19, 18, 7, 11, 18

Total = 73

The hippie seems to calm down somewhat. His arms are still flapping about, as they haven't gotten the memo, but no more spit is flying this day. That is a good thing, you think.

A pamphlet flies towards your face in one of his flaps. He's got a practiced arm, it seems. The pamphlet boldly declares "Her Lady and You - A Simple Guide to Interplanar Peace". Catchy.

HLY-ASGIP "Are you filled with a longing you can't understand? A feeling that there should be something more in life, something without all the strife and bitterness? *logo of Her Lady Caladenzia here* "Her Lady, filled with compassion, is here to help you. She knows that everyone feels down here and there, and that these hard times can cause us to act in ways that may be painful, both to us and our friends. When you are ready, she will be waiting. Not every story has to have a bad ending."

There's an address list on the back with four local chapters of HLC's church/coven/cool-kid's-club. It's a very short Holy-Asgip, though presumably they have better brainwashing back at the Thrallherd Cave.

You are distracted from your reading by the resumed flailing of the hippie. He's grown fond of this, and seems to be getting a good bit of exercise now.

[Lazersetcetera]

That looks pretty... groovy, Cherry winks at the hippie, I, for one, welcome our.... flower children friends.

[darthcharon]

Adrian was still a little annoyed that they had managed to spook the hippie (they already drew enough attention as it was), but at least it worked out in the end. She couldn't think of any further uses this flailing madman could provide, yet at the same time she was loathe to let go of their first, and possibly, only lead. Well, even if we lose him, their kind is a dime a dozen. I'm sure we'll be able to find another should the need arise.

"That'll do, sir. Thank you for your time" Nodding to her companions to let him go, she wait's till he's out of sight before turning toward them again. "I, for one, suggest we go check out those addresses. "

[Fragmaster01]

He charges away, to drown his sorrows in... something. Probably cake.

The pamphlet has 4 addresses. One is in the market district, about a mile clockwise around the ring. One is back up in the hotel level, near the drop shaft. Two more are down in the Indigent Poor People section, presumably to convert the wretched sort.

Which one to crash? Also, what are the customs for crashing a hippie hangout? Should you bring food? Drugs? Flowers arranged in inappropriate gestures?

[Lazersetcetera]

hmm. Can we not go to the poor people branch please?

[Moridain]

The Zombie lady gives a curious look "Why not that one? Though I doubt we will fit in, not in these multithousand gold items... Perhaps the one in this district? Our wealth should fit right in there, even as strange as we are."