DM Kathy Sunday December 20th, 2015 10:04:49 PM In the Guardpost:
Var starts hurling insults back at the House of Silver people. There are fewer of them than there are of you, and a couple of them are unconscious. You notice that Reakos has reverted to his natural form, a Tiefling. One of the House of Silver thugs bangs on the bars separating your cell from theirs. The CLANG! echoes through the guardpost.
"Hey!" a younger-looking Knife with sandy brown hair comes over. "Knock it off, all of you." Interestingly, he doesn't punctuate that with a threat. In fact, he looks a little unsure of himself.
Lornak suggests planning your next move. Toston has some suggestions, and watches the Knives for any kind of pattern. Unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be one. None of the Knives seem to have been tasked specifically with guarding you, but all of them are going about their business and there are always at least a couple of them nearby.
Dušan puts some though into how to expedite the process. You realize that Talanthrel is not with you, so he either escaped or was killed. Or was captured by a completely different group of Knives, although that seems unlikely. If he escaped, he may be trying to help you from the outside. Which does little for you here and now, although it raises some interesting questions.
Wilford asks for scorpion, but is ignored. He decides to ignore the voice in his head and sit tight, for a while at least. Hmerrin concurs.
"Uh," the young, sandy-haired Knife grabs a passing veteran. "Uh, should we have 'em close together like that? Seems like they're gonna start fightin' again."
"You worry to much, Nole," the veteran says. He shows you an unpleasant grin. "They can save their fightin' for the Arena. Or they can kill each other here. What do we care?"
The veteral laughs. "Responsible! Ha! Good one!" And he walks away.
At the CMTC Office:
"I'm sorry," Madri says. "Mr. Boggs is away from the office. Is it something I could help with?"
The Dancing Drake
"Splendid," Boggs says. "The group I want you to join is out in the field just now, but I'm sure I'll be hearing from you soon. In the meantime, why don't you come with me back to the office? I can show you where everything is. Finish your drink and let's get out of here."
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) Sunday December 20th, 2015 11:18:47 PM
Asteria finishes her drink in one, long pause, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Excitement burns in her eyes as she nods, standing and very politely pushing her chair in. Well, as politely as she can. Which is more like a slam.
"Got it! Lead the way, Mister Boggs."
Grabbing her axe with a wink, Asteria prepares to leave. Not that she took much into here in the first place.
Alizar HP:19/19 AC: 15(T:12/FF:13) CMD:14 d20+8=14 ; d20+8=10 ; Sunday December 20th, 2015 11:28:36 PM
Alizar was still a bit sore from the rough handling by the Knives, "Absolutely worth it.", He thought to himself. While the others were discussing plans or threatening the lunk heads on the next cell over, Alizar watched the interaction between the two guards, then moved towards to bars once the veteran was well out of earshot, and put on his best, 'kindly gentlemen' face.
"Um, excuse me young man, a moment of your time if you don't mind? Nole, was it? Terribly sorry to bother you, but could you possibly explain to me what it going on? You see, I am a cleric of the noble order, and I was out for a walk when I came across this band of hooligans over there assaulting some people, so I stopped to see if I could help the injured, and well, here I am I'm afraid." (Diplomacy - 14)
(O.C.C. Ignore second D20 roll, had to post this on my phone and its a small screen :-/)
Alizar HP:19/19 AC: 15(T:12/FF:13) CMD:14 d20+5=13 ; Monday December 21st, 2015 2:25:23 AM
(O.C.C. - I just realized that maybe a Bluff roll was also required here, so I rolled one up.)
Bluff - 13
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:17/17; AC:18; Touch: 18; FF:14; CMD:17] - CMTC d20+7=16 ; Monday December 21st, 2015 1:51:32 PM
Toston also notices the interplay between the guards. He holds off on using acid splash for now as the guards seem pretty random in their activities and the last thing the gnome wants is to be bound again or potentially gagged.
He studies Nole, is his concern real or just an act to gain the prisoners' confidence. (Sense Motive : 16)
If Nole's intentions seem honorable Toston does the following: "Nole is it?" Toston asks, "You seem like a decent lad, what are you doing with these lot? Concern for prisoners isn't exactly a hallmark of the Knives?" Toston listens attentively to what Nole has to say.
Lornak (Tom I.) HP:24/24 AC:16/T:13/13 CMD:17 d20+7=18 ; Monday December 21st, 2015 3:26:51 PM
Lornak sits quietly and watches the guards, waiting for the right moment to attempt an escape (Perception: 18).
Var (Tom I.) HP:27/27 AC:16/T:13/13 CMD:19 d20+7=16 ; Monday December 21st, 2015 3:28:26 PM
Var does not stop hurling insults at the House of Silver, but he does so in a much quieter voice (Intimidate: 16)
Hmerrin(HP 31/31 AC20/14t/16ff, CMD 19) d20+2=21 ; Monday December 21st, 2015 7:26:11 PM
Hmerrin drops down to a sitting position, with his back against the bars.
Occasionally brushing back the hair falling into his eyes, he sits quietly, and watches. [Perception 21 - for any kind of guard behavior that might prove useful to getting out]
DM Kathy Monday December 21st, 2015 10:28:26 PM In the Guardpost:
Alizar and Toston both try to speak to Nole, the young sandy-haired Knife who seems less awful than the rest of them.
"You was part of a public disturbance," he tells Alizar. "That's why you're here. If you explain to the magistrate, maybe he'll just give you a fine."
Toston's questions seem to make Nole uncomfortable. "Just doin' my job," he says. "Don't see no call in hurtin' people we've locked up, is all."
Var continues exchanging insults with the next cell, while Lornak and Hmerrin watch the guards. You don't see anything new that might be of help in getting out.
In the next cell, Reakos sits up and starts giggling to himself again.
At the CMTC Office:
The front door opens, and Boggs walks in, Asteria in tow. He spies Talanthrel. "And there's one of them now," he says. "Asteria, meet Talanthrel. Asteria's going to be joining your team. Er--where are they?"
Wilford Grimly (HP:21/21; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) Monday December 21st, 2015 10:37:53 PM
(OOC- Sorry was playing with my new Christmas present - Stratego..with my daughters.. nothing like it. :)) Wil sits in the corner of the cell and folds in his legs. He sits and waits for whatever happens. All other things pass by him like they don't exist.
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 26/26; AC 20; Touch 14; Flat 16; Cmd17] Monday December 21st, 2015 11:00:40 PM
Talanthrel sighs "Yeah do you know what the normal time it takes in this city to go from arrest to trial to being sent to the Arena? Any idea when Boggs will be back?"
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 26/26; AC 20; Touch 14; Flat 16; Cmd17] Monday December 21st, 2015 11:37:50 PM
(Oops My screen did not load the last post, sorry.)
Talanthrel nods a greeting to Asteria, looks to Boggs and says "Currently? In a Knives lock up, for some reason they objected to our rousing discourse with the House of Silver. How did you want to do this? Bribe, jailbreak or other?"
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) Tuesday December 22nd, 2015 12:00:26 AM
Enthusiastically grinning, Asteria waves to Talanthrel.
"Yo! Can't wait to start working with you."
Even after hearing that the others are locked away, Asteria's grin never falters, and almost grows wider. She rests her axe against her shoulder, a crazy gleam in her eye, and speaks a little too enthusiastically.
"Jailbreak? Sounds great! I get to jump right into the action immediately!"
Var (Tom I.) HP:27/27 AC:16/T:13/13 CMD:19 d20+1=4 ; Tuesday December 22nd, 2015 8:39:14 AM
Var raises an eyebrow when he sees Reakos sit up suddenly. "Oi! Jailkeep!" Var says to Nole, "That one there is a Spellcaster," he says, pointing at the were-leopard, "and a dangerous one, Iffin' I say so myself. You might want to keep him in 'cuffs." (Diplomacy: 4...) Var does his best to say this respectfully and seriously, but comes out as more bravado and sarcasm.
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:17/17; AC:18; Touch: 18; FF:14; CMD:17] - CMTC d20+1=10 ; Tuesday December 22nd, 2015 11:51:00 AM
"He is also a lycanthrope" Toston adds on to Var's warning.
He then continues talking to Nole, "Nole, you seem different than the other guards. I understand that you are just doing your job, but why did you become a Knife in the first place? Was it to help people? If so I understand and I mean as a Knife you do have a potential to change things for the better from the inside. In fact that was why my companions and I were in that alley when you and yours showed up. We too were trying to help people. Granted we don't have the given authority that yours do and maybe we were a bit too enthusiastic, but surely you can understand where we are coming from? We did not resist your arrest and now that you have us we are willing to comply with your orders. I don't suppose there is anyway you could potentially speak on our behalf to the magistrate or do anything else to help us out?" (Diplomacy: 10)
Hmerrin(HP 31/31 AC20/14t/16ff, CMD 19) Tuesday December 22nd, 2015 6:36:54 PM
"I'd like to see it, too," Hmerrin comments. He lets the words hang in the air for a moment before adding, "as a spectator."
Alizar HP:19/19 AC: 15(T:12/FF:13) CMD:14 d20+8=22 ; d20+7=26 ; d20+6=19 ; Tuesday December 22nd, 2015 7:28:03 PM
Alizar let his companions speak, then added, "What they say is true son, to under estimate the crazy fellow in the next cell over would be unwise. I can see that you have a good heart in you, and that you just want what is best for the city. I can assure you we only want the same." (Diplomacy: 22)
Alizar kept one eye on Reakos while he spoke, trying to see if he was attempting to cast spells at this moment. (Knowledge - Arcana: 26) (Perception: 19)
Dušan (Erik) [HP:18/18; AC:12; Touch: 12; FF:10; CMD:13] Tuesday December 22nd, 2015 8:38:23 PM
Dušan lets loose a snore so loud it wakes himself, "Huh! What? Are we free yet?"
Dušan looks around a little startled and a little ashamed. No. They were definitely not free yet.
(Sorry I missed yesterday.)
Lornak HP:24/24 AC: 16(T:13/FF:10) CMD:17 d20+5=12 ; Tuesday December 22nd, 2015 8:54:46 PM
Lornak would normally feel comfortable in a stone cold structure with little to no light. Presently however, he is very conscious of how confined a space the cell that holds them actually is. He makes an attempt to re-iterate the danger Reakos poses. (Diplomacy to buff diplomacy roles d20=12) "Should that Reakos fellow choose to throw some fire in here there would be little recourse but to burn..." Lornak turns away from the cell door and speaks softly so that only the party can hear. "Do any of you have a force field like spell in your repertoire, or perhaps something in the vacuum variety?"
DM Kathy Tuesday December 22nd, 2015 11:53:50 PM At the CMTC Office:
Boggs frowns at the news. "All right," he says. He thinks for a moment, then nods. "You two, come with me."
He leads you to a run-down boarding-house on the edge of Cloaktown. He unlocks the front door with a key from his key-ring. The interior smells like mold and boiled cabbage. It's a maze of hallways; clearly this building has been changed and remodeled dozens of times. Boggs takes a left, then a right, and then pauses before a blank stretch of wall between two scarred wooden doors. He runs his hand along the wall, giving a satisfied "hmm" when he finds what he's looking for. He brushes aside a small piece of plaster, revealing a keyhole. Another key from the ring opens it, and suddenly there's a door there, swinging in on silent hinges.
"One of our safehouses," he says, gesturing you inside. "Wait for me here. I'll bring your companions to you. I hope."
Once you are inside, he shuts the door behind you. From this side, it appears to be a regular door, with a doorknob and hinges. The "safehouse" appers to be a single large room. Daylight filters in through shuttered windows. There is a fireplace with wood and kindling, but no fire, and the room has a distinct chill. There is a table and a few mismatched chairs, a couple of large wardrobes, and a stack of cots.
In the Guardpost:
Some of you attempt to warn the Knives of the danger Reakos causes. Indeed, his weird giggling is already making some of the Knives look uncomfortable.
"He won't make trouble if he knows what's good for 'im," a burly Knife says with a snarl.
From the cell, you can see the front door to the guardpost, so you have a good view of the man when he comes in.
He is a human man, short, stout, and red-faced. He is dressed as a superior merchant in a dizzying array of colors and patterns, his garments heavily embellished. He carries a silver-headed cane.
"Your pardon, good sirs," he calls as he enters. "I have lost my guard detail, and I am told that--ah! there they are!"
He marches past several astonished-looking Knives to your cell. "You've been naughty boys have you?" he asks jokingly. "Well, we'll have to re-adjust your contract, won't we? Now then, who do I talk to about getting them released? I need them, you see."
Perception DC 25 Highlight to display spoiler: {There is something familiar about the man's voice but you can't place it.}
Perception DC 35 Highlight to display spoiler: {Holy Flower, that's Boggs! You'd have been ready to swear he was taller than this merchant fellow, but it's Boggs all right.}
Asteria looks around the room in an awkward silence, a grimace evident on her face. Not the way she planned to spend her first day on the job. Then again, she hadn't planned to be in this job until today. Not much time for planning. Cracking her neck, she walks over to one of the chairs and sits, stretching out. Leaning her axe against one of the legs of the table, she returns her glance to Talanthrel.
"So, is this some sort of ice breaker? Yo, I'm Asteria, my favorite color is green, and I like smacking people with my axe. How 'bout you?"
Although she grins and is highly amused by this, Asteria truly does want an answer. Kinda weird to be in a room with a complete stranger as your only source of company.
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 26/26; AC 20; Touch 14; Flat 16; Cmd17] Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 2:37:51 AM
Talanthrel looks around the room after following Boggs in "Lovely." he mutters with a sigh. Turning to Asteria he puts over the top pout on his face and says "I really wish he had gone with the Jailbreak option." turning more serious he continues "Nice to meet you Asteria, I am Talanthrel, swordsman, archer and sneak. I like the color blue and believe the only good bad guy is a dead bad guy. My hobby is to make the bad guys good."
Alizar HP:19/19 AC: 15(T:12/FF:13) CMD:14 d20+6=18 ; d20+5=7 ; Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 4:00:50 AM
Alizar's conversation with the young Knife was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a rather garish looking man, making a kerfuffle about his missing body guards. It took Alizar a moment to realize he was talking about them. He blinked for a moment, he had no idea who this man was, but if it meant a way out of this cell, well, he was happy to see him. (Perception - 18) he "I'm sorry sir, I tired to keep them out of trouble, but well, you know how they are when they get some drink in them." (Bluff - 7) The words came out a bit flat, and Alizar even winced at the delivery, but hopefully this ostentatious man would be enough of a sight to sway the Knives to release them.
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:17/17; AC:18; Touch: 18; FF:14; CMD:17] - CMTC d20+10=14 ; d20+1=14 ; d20+7=19 ; Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 10:56:44 AM
Toston was too distracted by Nole to get a good look at the newcomer. (Perception: 14) He had never seen the man before in his life, but he does pause for a second on what the man had to say. Security Detail? Toston thinks and then when Alizar says something about not being able to keep them from drinking he attempts to help sell the lie. (Sense Motive: 19)
"You know how it is sir. Once Wally starts drinking he starts seeing ghosts and then you never know where things will lead." Toston says to the red faced man. He then starts patting Wil on the back and says to Wil, "There there Wally, there are no ghosts, its just the drink making you see things." (Bluff 14 vs DC 10 to aid another = Alizar gets + 2)
Wilford Grimly (HP:21/21; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) d20+8=21 ; Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 12:59:51 PM
"Who what? ghosts? The annoying buggers.. they will not leave me alone!" Wil then realizes what's going on. He sits up happy to see something going on outside. He sees Reakos and grumbles. "Hey, buddy," he says to Nole. "Can you place this magic hat upon the head of that scary fellow over there?" He pointed to Reakos. (Diplomacy: 21)
Hmerrin(HP 31/31 AC20/14t/16ff, CMD 19) Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 5:27:44 PM
Hmerrin's head swivels from speaker to speaker. Having nothing to add, the young man remains silent.
Var (Tom I.) HP:27/27 AC:16/T:13/13 CMD:19 d20+10=17 ; Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 7:46:43 PM
Var is startled by the merchant, and particularly confused when the group is declared his caravan guards. Seeing Alizar and Toston's playing along, he does his best to look like he knows what's going on. (Perception: 17)
Dušan (Erik) [HP:18/18; AC:12; Touch: 12; FF:10; CMD:13] d20+3=11 ; Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 9:38:38 PM
Dušan has no idea who the merchant is, but not one to waist an opportunity, he jumps in on the charade. Dušan heads over to Alizar's side and put's an arm over his shoulder, infusing Alizar's story with a Touch of Glory. "Don't hold back now, Amon. It was your idea we go to the tavern in the first place. To be fair it was my idea we stay. (hicup!)."
(Touch of Glory = +3 to Alizar Bluff 11 vs DC 10 to aid another = Alizar gets + 2 if to people can aid)
Lornak HP:24/24 AC: 16(T:13/FF:10) CMD:17 d20+7=9 ; d20+5=16 ; Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 10:19:21 PM
Preoccupied by the potential danger Reakos could inflict Lornak does not notice the odd man that starts interacting with the guard, let alone who he might be. (Perception D20=9) He does however pick up on the fact that Alizar, Toston and Dusan are intent on a ruse so he focuses is attention on that task. He attempts to play along. (Bluff to d20=16) He turns to address Dusan and then points to no one in particular. "Aye! But who's idea was it to spend our well earned coin on the good stuff?"
DM Kathy Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 11:42:14 PM In the Guardpost:
Seeing that the "merchant," whoever he is, might be your ticket out of here, some of you begin playing along with his story--with varying degrees of success.
"You offerin' to post bond for 'em?" one of the Knives asks.
"Indeed I am, if that's what it'll take," the merchant replies. "But where are my manners?" he continues, producing a card. "Altan Millet, importer of silks, spices, and exotic merchendise of all kinds. And these men are my hired guards, though I see I shall have to keep a closer eye on them."
The Knives seem more interested in the color of Millet's gold than his story about who he is and why he needs you. He puts down a fair sum of gold, and signs several documents promising to have you before the magistrate on the appointed date. He grumbles a bit at the cost, as befits a merchant, but pays and signs as required, and soon you are following him out of the guardpost, leaving the House of Silver thugs to sit in their own cell.
"Quickly now," Millet tells you. "We need to get you off the street as quickly as possible before the Knives decide to pinch you again for more bail money. Marsh House isn't safe for the moment." When he speaks, his voice is a bit different, and he seems suddenly taller. After a moment or two, it clicks. This is Boggs! And was he using magic, or did he effect that change with nothing but a disguise kit? Because it was darned impressive.
Boggs leads you to a run-down boarding-house on the edge of Cloaktown. He unlocks the front door with a key from his key-ring. The interior smells like mold and boiled cabbage. It's a maze of hallways; clearly this building has been changed and remodeled dozens of times. Boggs takes a left, then a right, and then pauses before a blank stretch of wall between two scarred wooden doors. He brushes aside a small piece of plaster, revealing a keyhole. Another key from the ring opens it, and suddenly there's a door there, swinging in on silent hinges. [OOC: Yes, I copy-pasted this. Sue me. :)]
Inside the room are Talanthrel and a human woman you don't recall seeing before.
In the Safehouse:
Asteria and Talanthrel spend some time getting acqauinted, and then a key in the lock alerts them to Boggs' return. He doesn't look much like Boggs when he first comes in, but you soon ascertain that it is, indeed, him. And he has the rest of the group with him. Together again!
"All right," Boggs says. "You should be safe enough in here. You go before the magistrate day after tomorrow, and it's probably best to lie low and stay out of trouble until that time."
Talanthrel (Paul) [HP 26/26; AC 20; Touch 14; Flat 16; Cmd17] Wednesday December 23rd, 2015 11:52:14 PM
Talanthrel waves at the others. "Hey! How was lock up? Sorry, but Boggs didn't go for the Jailbreak option."
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) Thursday December 24th, 2015 12:31:49 AM
The human grins, waving lazily to the rest of the group. She leans back in her chair and kicks her legs up on top of the table. Probably not the most safest thing, but who cares? Danger was her middle name! Maybe.
"What's up? I heard you guys got in some trouble. It's a shame that we weren't aloud to break you guys out. I would have liked to beat up some bad guys instead of just sitting around. Even with such lovely company, it gets boring. Any of you want to start the fire? It's cold in here."
Looking over her new teammates, Asteria nods slightly, in an approving manner.Were they all taller than her? Probably. Anyways, they look strong. Good, she didn't have a bunch of wimps to work with.
"Well, my name is Asteria. I have an axe, and I like beating up the bad guys. My favorite color is green, not like my eyes, but like the forest. I beat up some people, Boggs hired me, and here I am. What about all you?"
Wilford Grimly (HP:21/21; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) Thursday December 24th, 2015 9:04:52 AM
"It's nice to be free of that prison. I was once trapped in a similar cage after my father was killed. I was nine years old and perceived as a threat. Funny thing jealously. Anyways, I was released after five days but while I sat there the Darts celebrated a strange holiday during this period. Lots of red draped all over the prison walls and strange cheer for a prison. I even received a gift of food. Unfortunately, I was expelled from the Darts soon after so I didn't get to see what it was about. Grubbers don't really celebrate anything. Just misery." Wil was clearly sad as he recalled the memories but he quickly recovered. "We have a little time to rest. What are we going to do?"
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:17/17; AC:18; Touch: 18; FF:14; CMD:17] - CMTC Thursday December 24th, 2015 10:15:35 AM
"What can we do? Except maybe rest and recover our spells and abilities. Boggs explicitly told us to lay low." Toston says to Wil.
To Asteria Toston says, "My name is Toston Lotor. I am a martial artist and sorcerer. My favorite color is gold because I am distantly related to a gold dragon. I have a kama, a siangham, nunchaku, my fists and my spells. I also know how to sail if we need to ever go anywhere by boat."
Wilford Grimly (HP:21/21; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) Thursday December 24th, 2015 10:57:36 AM
"We should have a holiday dinner. We need to gather some food. Anyone want to find Stubbs to see if he can find another Scorpion." Wil smiles, which has been rare lately. The tortured Cleric rarely peeks from his large hooded cloak. He pulls down the hood to reveal a handsome face with his long hair tied up tightly along the back of his head. His skin is pale and he smells of blood.
Dušan (Erik) [HP:18/18; AC:12; Touch: 12; FF:10; CMD:13] Thursday December 24th, 2015 4:32:34 PM
To Talanthrel, Dušan answers, "Hasn't changed much since I was last there. Getting bailed out is a nice change, though. My old mentor, Enid, always said it was a learning experience. I guess I still haven't learned that lesson."
"Asteria, a pleasure." Dušan turns to the newcomer. He is a man of slightly less than average height with long auburn hair that pours out from his hood. His hood is currently down and his cloak open over his shoulders, revealing traveling leathers of brown and black. "It'll be nice to have a new face around here. My favorite color is red. I'm accomplished in the Arcane and dabble in the Divine. Dušan, at your service."
"As for what I'm going to do? I'm going to get some sleep. My mill is spent and I have new matters to meditate on."
And with that he tucks into a corner and closes his eyes.
Lornak HP:24/24 AC: 16(T:13/FF:10) CMD:17 Thursday December 24th, 2015 4:54:59 PM
Lornak greets Talanthrel as he pulls back his hood loosing his long bright blue hair. "The decor was quite lovely. I could have made a summer home there if Bogg's didn't require the use of his Guard Detail." He shakes his head and blinks. "That man continues to astonish me."
Lornak looks around to find a space to get comfortable. "I'm in mind with Toston, time to catch our breaths."
As he walks over to a quiet spot, he turns to the newcomer and nods curiously. "I am Lornak of House Kaifah. If beating up bad guys excites you, know that is was just that type of act that got us incarcerated. You may want to find a new hobby..." And with that Lornak sits.
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) Friday December 25th, 2015 2:17:05 AM
Asteria stares at Wil with a funny look, a equal mixture of surprise at his bloody story and worry. Was this one a little... Insane? Probably. She figured she should just stay quiet, the others had to know. Replacing her frown with another smile, she nodded, agreeing with the weird barely little cleric.
"Some food would be nice. I've been on my own for a while, and a decent meal would be nice. I can help cook!"
Giving a small wave to Toston, she grins at his and Dušan's introductions. It was nice to know that there were some sane people on this team. And, some rather friendly people. Although the crazy one seemed nice... Who knew if he was sane in battle? And then there was... Lornak. Not exactly the friendliest. Bummer.
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:17/17; AC:18; Touch: 18; FF:14; CMD:17] - CMTC Friday December 25th, 2015 1:49:02 PM
"Are we even allowed to go out to buy food? Alternatively does anyone know how to make a decent disguise? Maybe we could send someone out in disguise to go and get food and then make some sort of feast to share?" Toston asks.
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) Friday December 25th, 2015 4:14:47 PM
"I'm not the best at disguises, but maybe people here don't know me very well? After all, I'm not the one who got sent to jail. If things get bad, my axe can do the talking. I'm hungry! We need to get something!"
The barbarian female says in a slightly exasperated voice.
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) Friday December 25th, 2015 4:14:47 PM
"I'm not the best at disguises, but maybe people here don't know me very well? After all, I'm not the one who got sent to jail. If things get bad, my axe can do the talking. I'm hungry! We need to get something!"
The barbarian female says in a slightly exasperated voice.
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:17/17; AC:18; Touch: 18; FF:14; CMD:17] - CMTC Saturday December 26th, 2015 10:03:25 AM
"If you want to go out to the market and get food, I have no objection. You do make a pressing case for you as you have never really been associated with any of us. You could even take Talanthrel with you. He did manage to avoid that business with the Knives and does not have to go before the Magistrate himself. That is if Talnathrel doesn't object. I do not presume to volunteer you for something you don't want to do." Toston says to Talanthrel.
Toston is tall for a gnome. He has orange skin, violet eyes, a large nose and close cropped green hair. He is currently wearing a traveller's outfit that is fairly nondescript. The cloak and gloves are black and the breaches and shirt are charcoal grey. His boots are dark brown.
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) [HP:35/35; AC: 20; Touch: 12; FF: 20; CMD: 18] Saturday December 26th, 2015 11:00:28 AM
Asteria flicks her dark brown hair back, vibrant green eyes showing much annoyance at this situation. Her 'normal' outfit consists of a shinning silver breastplate with a white, sleeve-less shirt underneath, revealing her powerful, tanned arms. Below her chestplate, she wears a skirt-like garment made of leather called a fauld, one of the few girly things on her. Black pants protect the remainder of her legs, along with silvery-blue boots. A maroon ribbon ties her messy hair back, keeping it out of her eyes. And a wooden shield lays on her left hand, her non-dominant hand. All in all, she looks like she could spring into battle at any moment.
"So, how's about it, Talanthrel? You wanna come with? Make sure I don't 'poison the food'."
She used heavy sarcasm to make sure the other's know she was joking, but they might not think so. To avoid any confusions, she quickly added a 'just kidding' to the end of her sentence.
Var (Tom I.) HP:27/27 AC:16/T:13/13 CMD:19 Saturday December 26th, 2015 8:23:57 PM
Var tags along with the rest of the group, not entirely certain as to what all is happening. It's not until the Boggs reveals himself that Var nearly shouts "Hey it's Boggs!" He quickly realizes that he's the last person to catch on to the ruse, however, and shuts up.
Once shown into the safehouse, Var looks at the number of people crammed into the tiny hovel and says "Oh great, out of one cell and into another..."
The half-orc is short for his kind, even just a smidge shorter than the new barbarian; and not as bulky as most of his kind, either. He sets his longbow and handaxes down, loosens his studded leather jerkin, and scratches at his stubble on his chin, sizing up the newest companion.
"So where do you come from, eh? Another bright eyed idealist, ready to get beat down by this bloody city?" Var laughs but there's no humor in it. "welcome to the club." He says, and finds a cot farthest from the rest of the group and throws himself onto it, attempting to sleep.
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) [HP:35/35; AC: 20; Touch: 12; FF: 20; CMD: 18] Saturday December 26th, 2015 10:12:21 PM
"... Well that was rude."
Asteria mutters to herself, rolling her eyes slightly before letting another grin take over her face. Despite all of their gloominess, she is determined not to let these party-poopers ruin her cheerfulness.
"If you really want to know, I came from a barbarian tribe just a little ways away from here! But because of a small incident, I was kicked out. And so now I am here. I don't intend on being beaten, so you can get that idea out of your head. I'm here to survive for the sake of others. How long have you guys been here? The city seems to be wearing you down. I knew cities were awful places... This one is no exception."
Asteria concludes, nodding in agreement to herself. Food would do the entire group good if this was how they all viewed it. Great. If you weren't insane here, you were just grumpy in general. Or they didn't like her. Shame.
"I would prefer a little more scorpion," says Cicero within Wil's head. "Well, you are not the one eating it," Wil replied angry. "Sorry, I voiced my opinion." "Out of all the trouble I've come across within my head you are a combination of all their worst qualities." "Anyways, can we leave this little hole in the wall?"
Lornak HP:24/24 AC: 16(T:13/FF:10) CMD:17 Sunday December 27th, 2015 8:03:48 PM
Lornak lays down his weapons near his bunk and takes off his cloak and says to no one in particular: "Speaking of hobbies..." He reaches into his belt pouch and produces a small bottle of white ink and a needle. He sets up these items of for easy access. He then rolls up the left sleeve of his tunic revealing intricate white swirls and decoration. The vibrant tattoos travel that travel to and fro over his charcoal skin. He picks a place on his arm and continues work on an unfinished patterning.
DM Kathy Sunday December 27th, 2015 9:29:19 PM
You begin to make yourselves comfortable in your new tempoarary home.
Some of you sit on the floor. It's a bit dusty, but if that's your preference, you certainly can.
On the other hand, there's a stack of perfectly good cots over in one corner. If you want to use them, you'll have to un-stack them and spread them out. Also, they don't seem to have blankets or sheets or pillows or anything. There are, however, the two wardrobes that have not yet been explored. It's unlikely that either of them contains a portal to Narnia, although you never know. But there might be blankets or something in there.
There is wood and kindling, so you can easily get a fire going if you're so inclined.
There isn't any food (unless there's some in one of the wardrobes), but as some of you have realized by now, it would probably be safe enough to send Talanthrel and/or Asteria out to get some. Boggs didn't leave you a key, so they'll probably have to knock to get back in, but that's certainly do-able. Of course, people knocking on a blank wall is going to look a bit odd if anyone happens by at that moment, so it might be wise to limit their excursions to the outside world.
Asteria Amarante (Genevieve) [HP: 35/35; AC: 20; Touch: 12; FF: 20; CMD: 18] Monday December 28th, 2015 12:06:02 AM
At first, Asteria thinks that Wil is talking angrily to her, but soon manages to work out that he is indeed talking to himself. He just gets weirder and weirder. She does her best to smile and shrug it off, talking to him as if he was a totally sane and normal person.
"Well, I'm no picky eater! I have an okay amount of money, nothing to brag about, but maybe something to get a small meal. Anyone have any special requests?"
Asteria also eyes Lornak tattooing himself. It is a rather weird thing to do, and very cool, but not something she ever plans to do. Wouldn't that hurt? She considers asking him, but gets the feeling that he would rather be alone.
The barbarian stands from her chair, going to one of the wardrobes that the DM so desperately wants us to look at. Opening it, she searches it's contents for anything useful. Asteria is not one to simply wait around, she needed something to do.
Var (Tom I.) HP:27/27 AC:16/T:13/13 CMD:19 Monday December 28th, 2015 8:25:59 AM
after about fifteen minutes of pouting, Var gets up from the cot he had pulled out and rejoins the group. "I'm, uh, sorry about that." he mumbles to Asteria, "This city gets to me sometimes. Its hard enough fighting the shadows in this city without the Knives stomping all over everyone."
Var decides his talents would be best put to use in getting a fire started, in the hopes that a little warmth might improve his mood. It doesn't; but the fire at least drives the chill and the mildew scent away.
Wilford Grimly (HP:21/21; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) Monday December 28th, 2015 8:59:41 AM
Wil finds a cot and sets it up. The irritation over the abrupt voices is less than the embarrassment he feels every time he argues. He finds his wooden staff and begins to carve out shapes that will become his family. Soon he becomes sleepy-eyed and falls asleep.
Dušan (Erik) [HP:18/18; AC:12; Touch: 12; FF:10; CMD:13] Monday December 28th, 2015 4:28:55 PM
Dušan thinks he hears some of the others setting up cots maybe. He's too close to sleep to care at this point. He feels a little guilty about not being more companionable, but he needs a good 8 hours of rest to recharge. More importantly, his recent experience has given him some insight into his abilities and he needs to rest and meditate to put this knowledge into practical knowledge, hopefully including some new spells. He'll be more sociable tomorrow. In the mean time he pulls his cloak closer about him and drifts the final steps to sleep.
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:17/17; AC:18; Touch: 18; FF:14; CMD:17] - CMTC d20+11=14 ; Tuesday December 29th, 2015 10:48:53 AM
Toston is antsy. He doesn't like being cooped up in a safe house. He had spent a good deal of his adult life on board a ship where there was always rigging to be climbed or at least a part of the ship exposed to the open air. Here he had to stay hidden. The real rub was had he been thinking the way Talanthrel had Toston probably could have sneaked away undetected, but he would not abandon his friends.
That was why the gnome had not attempted to use his size to slip into the shadows and escape. He knew that if he was captured he would have the most use of his abilities stripped of weapons and other equipment.
It turned out it was unneeded but he was ready to use acid splash to corrode the lock had Boggs not shown up. Toston settles with Talanthrel and Asteria on a secret knock so that he will know to let them in when they come back from the food run.
"1 long knock, 2 short knocks, 2 long knocks, pause followed by 2 slightly longer knocks." Toston suggests, demonstrating the rhythm on the wall.
He then scoots a short stool towards the door and sets up as kind of a doorman for when Asteria and Talanthrel come back and give the knock. To aid himself in keeping watch for their errand runners he casts Toros Taur Try on himself and sets to listen for any knocking once they leave.
(Perception:14)
Active Effects : Tauros Taur Try, +1 Perception / Intimidate 10 min, recast as needed
Lornak HP:24/24 AC: 16(T:13/FF:10) CMD:17 Tuesday December 29th, 2015 6:28:30 PM
Lornak gets lost in crafting his tattoo design. As he methodically and delicately controls the needle and dye with his fingertips he barely notices Var and Dusan sleeping. He vaguely acknowledges Talanthrel and Asteria as they leave to find sustenance.
His mind wanders.
Each of the intricate designs on his skin holds a specific meaning, something worth keeping, a window to a significant time and place; A coming of age, a near death experience, a chance encounter. As he has weaved the ink, he has weaved the sum of himself.
Hmerrin(HP 31/31 AC20/14t/16ff, CMD 19) Wednesday December 30th, 2015 6:41:48 PM
Hmerrin has been sitting on dirty floors ever since he could crawl, so sliding down with his back on the wall into the dust bothers him not the least little bit.
The green eyed lad with flowing brown hair gives Asteria a little wave. "Welcome to the craziness," he chuckles.
DM Kathy Wednesday December 30th, 2015 6:53:59 PM Asteria opens one of the wardrobes. Inside, you find a broom, mop and bucket, as well as pillows and blankets for the cots.
Var sets about lighting a fire while Wilford starts carving and Dušan concentrates on getting his rest.
Toston arranges for a secret knock and stations himself near the door. Lornak works on his tattoo, and Hmerrin claims a section of floor.
Var's fire is soon going nicely, and the chill gradually begins to lift from the room.
Lornak HP:24/24 AC: 16(T:13/FF:10) CMD:17 d20+7=25 ; Thursday December 31st, 2015 8:20:51 PM
As Lornak's mind is focused on his tattoo, his other senses notice changes in the space around him. He hears the pop of embers from the fire Var has set; feels its warmth. He sees minute dust particles fly as Hmerrin slides down.
Lornak takes pause as Asteria discovers fresh linens and cleaning utensils. The group has gotten pretty wound up with this House of Silver business. Maybe some good old mundane house work would do the best job at easing their stress. He gently cleans his needle, closes up his ink bottle tight and stands.
Lornak shuffles over and joins the conversation; "Crazy indeed." He says as he grabs the broom. "Why, it wasn't that long ago that Hmerrin there shared your youthful exuberance." He begins to sweep (Diplomacy d20=25)
"Now look at him, curled up in a corner like a crusty old man." He says smiling. He looks around the room for shared miles and then lets out a hearty laugh.
Toston Lotor(Hugh Crosmun) [HP:17/17; AC:18; Touch: 18; FF:14; CMD:17] - CMTC Friday January 1st, 2016 1:21:36 PM
Toston takes out his silvered nunchaku and begins to practice with them. If there is to be more business with the House of Silver, he will need to be ready.
Wilford Grimly (HP:21/21; AC: 14; Touch: 12; Flat: 12; CMD: 14) Friday January 1st, 2016 5:31:56 PM
Wil falls back asleep only to be jerked awake by Lornak's loud chuckle. "The laughter never stops does it?" He says venomously but then realizes where is came from. He grumbles, puts his feet upon the ground and sits on the cot. "I am very sorry Lornak," he adds. "The noise in my head never ceases and it's driving me to insanity. It's like riding a Golem through the center of town and expecting the Knives to stay quiet. It's just not going to happen. Any word on the trip to the market?"
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