[Game Thread] Hail to Her Lady

[Lazersetcetera]

what about back to the hotel? We might recognise someone. And I think they are doing that spiced grill buffet lunch about now.

[Fenris]

"Well we could do the top down approach. It would seem to be better than just jumping around to addresses at random."

[Lazersetcetera]

Alright, Talos, hold your horses

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We'll do it your way. i was just thinking about lunch. My new body (and drunkenness) is doing that to me. It'd be nice to sit down and have a meal.

I just didn't want to eat on the hoof.

ooc *That was the perfectly innocent and relevant word s n i g g e r. The only racial insults I intend in this post are towards equines.

[Moridain]

ooc I suggest using the synonym Snicker, I had the same problem with that word. It doesn't roll of the tongue quite the same but this site isn't the first I have come across to filter all but the S. :P

The Zombie shrugs "You should have eaten before we came, you silly boy..." she comments mimicing an annoyed parent with a twinkle in her eye.

More seriously "Well, I suggest the market branch simply because it is closer. As to teh one on the hotel floor, the problem is the same as the benefit: if things go wrong, someone there might recognise us."

"How abot we go have a look? We can always head to the hotel one if we don't like the look of it, and it is pretty close to here."

[Caput]

"There seems to be less risk of collateral damage if we avoid the hotel, and if we do make a fuss elsewhere, we are less likely to be billed for it the lower it is. I vote for the nearest one, since I have little use for the less fortunate classes in this body." Hippies won't be impressed by gold anyway, but it's a shame I can't use the place as a buffet. The poor wretches will put up with anything if you tip generously.

[Fragmaster01]

Prattle The people haven't definitely spoken, but the people arguing for the close one have more convincing reasons. The poor people one is clearly voted out, though, due to your party's terror at being around wretched folk.

You wander about through the market district, to this supposed Hive of Flowers and Villainy. At the very least, they've gotten the whooshypaths open again(like sidewalks, but enchanted so that you actually float an inch above the walk, and fancy wind magic blows you along). These things always serve to amuse, mainly due to the less-dextrous folk who get on them for the first time, and fall flat on their [Awkward Anatomy Bit Here].

10 minutes later, you arrive at the supposed address. The place is set up like a simple countryside chapel, albeit made of the same magical stone as the rest of the place. You expected something ostentatious, but you honestly wouldn't notice it if you hadn't been told about it. Two robed folk(a gnome and a gryphon) stand here, talking peaceably amongst themselves. "Good morning!" the gryphon exubes, in a slightly odd turn of phrase. There is no such thing as Morning in Spire, merely Periods of Light Whenever the Weathermancers Feel Like It. Sometimes they get really high, and make the lights flicker on and off because it amuses them. You suppose this birdcat has subscribed to the philosophy that "morning" is the period after you wake up, whenever that might be.

You note that the Gryphon is very young, clearly no older than 13 or so. Now you feel awful, knowing that you're probably going to end up punching his face in, for the sake of your quest to punch the head hippie.

Ah well, them's the breaks. He should have known better when he joined up with an organization of Peace and Love. Those always tend to be targets of violence for whatever reason.

[Caput]

Eshti walks up to the door, waiting to be stopped or asked a question. Or they could open it for her, that'd be fine too. Daw. Gryphon kid. I am so collecting you once we taken down your current master. Come to think of it, I'm going to be short more than a few minions once I get my powers back. Enslaving defeated villains was not my best idea ever. Damn it.

[Lazersetcetera]

Aww, it's sweet, Eshti. Can I have it? And what's the thing about collateral damage? That's only a problem if it costs us anything, right?

[Fragmaster01]

The gnome takes offense. "Collateral damage? What's this all about? Do not utter such violence in our presence!" He is squeaky, yet not very loud. He'd be adorable too, if he wasn't so... bite sized. He's making you hungry just looking at him.

A few murmurs of people inside the mission can be heard. Gnomey's antics have caught their ear.

[Moridain]

The Zombie lady smiles "Ignore him. We are here because we seek peace and love, even though we are obviously deformed and unworthy... Will you let us in and tell us about The Lady?"

"We have already heard enough that we are considering doing a pilgramage to all the chapels of the lady in the land!"

The fact that his pilgramage will probably be us burning down all the chapels of the lady in the land is left unsaid.

[Fragmaster01]

"Oh, that won't be necessary. To become one with the lady is to be in her presence all at once! Traveling alone is time spent away from her grace, you see." You don't see. Probably some crazy psychic connection crap.

Gnomey leads you inside, with the gryphon left at the door. It's a nice place, quaint and cozy(if you like rectangular boxes). It's got a little altar and pulpit up front, as well as a bunch of little beds for people to lie down in, with two aisles running down the bedlines to walk through. More like an almshouse than a church, but you'll go with it. The fresh scent of gently roasting cow wafts in from the back. There is a cow-person on one of the beds, but she doesn't seem to mind. Inner Peace!

Lesse... a door to the left that smells like cow, so kitchens. Door to the right which smells like a horde of people, so more sleeping rooms. Where's the magical 'Talk to Bitch-Lady' portal? Oh, right. Hidden, of course. No one ever does these sorts of things the easy way.

OOC Most of the people in here are lying down, so you don't have an accurate number. At least 10 or 15, and possibly more when you add in small creatures that properly camouflage with the sheets.

[Moridain]

The Zom-naga looks at the others as if asking 'What now?' after all, kicking a young gryphons ass, and the butts of all those around the area. Its like kicking a cat, doable and others might argue even justified if it pees all over you and scratches your hand but you still feel really bad after ward.

[Caput]

Eshti returns the look and gives an awkward shrug, attempting to say 'I dunno. I guess we just try not to kill anybody?'

[Fenris]

Seeing that the others are at a lost about what to do next, Talos figures it may be wise to contine drawling information from the gnome.

"Will we have the honor of meeting thy Lady? Some of my friends may seem to be a bit skeptical about this. And they may achieve a better understanding and willingness for peace and love if we could meet and talk with her."

[darthcharon]

Adrian had been rather quiet recently, deep in her own thoughts perhaps, but as they walked (slithered, trotted, and, in her case, bounced) along, she was already forming an idea in her head. As the gnome leads them ahead, she slowly lags behind, then quickly

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1d20+18

(17)+18

Total = 35

slips away, seeking a place to hide. If she can get away from the guided tour, she can hopefully find whatever is here that they don't want them to find.