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The City of Gate Pass (click for full) The start of a new year is about to dawn, and Ragesia marches to war. And our band of heroes gather, as all heroes must, in a tavern. By now, everyone knows of the Scouge. Drakus Coaltongue, the Emperor of Ragesia died barely a month ago, and in a move to cement herself as the heir apparent of the empire High Inquisitor Leska has decreed that all potentially disloyal magic users - arcane or divine - are to be tracked down and 'questioned' to prevent future threats to the empire. Given the Inquisitor's penchant for slitting the wrists of their captives and then starting to ask questions, the survival rate for captured magic users is unlikely to be very high. To carry out Leska's command, Inquisitors travel with military escorts through all lands claimed by Ragesia. Their first major target is the city of Gate Pass, its neutrality long seen as an insult to Ragesian honor. An entire army marches to claim the stubborn city-state, and with it secure an invasion route to attack the Elven empire of Shahalesti. The people of Gate Pass fear that they will not be able to resist the might of the Ragesian military. The city leaders are bowing under pressure and have barred the exit from the city, intending to welcome the Inquisitors that come with the army, foolishly hoping that the Ragesians will reward their cooperation with mercy. The Gate Pass resistance movement, still active since the last battle for Gate Pass some forty-odd years ago and preparing to resist the inevitable invasion even now, has gathered vital military intelligence and needs messengers to deliver the information to allies at a distant wizard's school. With their most experienced warriors and mages preparing to hold back the Ragesian assault, delivering this intelligence falls to a band of inexperienced heroes. That is to say, you. And that is why you are sitting in this condemned tavern - slightly dilapidated, dirty, and boarded up to keep the few lights from spilling out into the streets. The whole city is darkened, in sharp contrast to the usually boisterous New Year's Eve celebrations, filled with a dread of what is to come. The dark, slush and snow-covered streets and alleys are oppressive, and something ominous hangs over the city. Inside the tavern is an overlarge, tinsel-covered banner hanging inexpertly between two rafters, and sagging rather far downwards in the middle. It informs you that you are to "Eat, Drink, and Praise Beri", an advertising slogan used by an ambitious priest-cum-brewer in the celebrations last year before the operation was shut down for mixing their beer with a variety of toxic hallucinogenic drugs. A single table sits underneath the banner with enough chairs for the party and a set of mugs and a keg of beer produced by one of Beri's rival brewers, one not known for poisoning their customers. There's a small, scribbled note on the table - "Be right back, make yourself at home". Each of you knows each other, at least by sight, and each of you knows at least one or two of the others fairly well. Take a load off, have a drink, and decide whether or not to praise Beri. It's almost midnight. The start of a new year is about to dawn, and Ragesia marches to war.
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Cast of Characters Rantle: Thieve's Guild contact, knows Khamag. Torrent: Cleric of Lai, Goddess of the Sea. Needs help reaching Seaquen and the Lyceum to deliver a message to the Resistance forming there. As tall and strong as the typical warrior, Torrent is a distinctive looking woman with tanned skin and short white hair. Under a dark winter coat she wears a breastplate decorated with blue wave-like etchings, and a holy symbol to a sea god is tied to her wrist with a leather cord. Picture Glossary Beri: God of Dreams, celebrated locally in Gate Pass. Lai: Goddess of the Sea. Lyceum, The: A school of magic located in Seaquen, organizing a resistance to Ragesia. Seaquen: Home of the Lyceum. RPZip fucked around with this message at 10:52 on Feb 25, 2015 |
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Posting ettiquette! Go ahead and link your character sheet in the first post (we'll keep the full sheets in the OOC thread). Character name in bold at the top of each post, and if you can link your sheet each time it would be helpful. Each of you have your own reasons for being here - if you haven't already, figure out a connection to another party member or several and make write a short blurb about it. It doesn't have to be written in character, just a quick description will do; working it out on IRC is probably the easiest path. I hope you're all as excited as I am! OOC thread RPZip fucked around with this message at 00:48 on Feb 26, 2015 |
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Antillen Mox Antillen had tried to caution the council of the city. Not in public of course, such open criticism would have been a terrible loss of face and forced the councillors into the very action they now took. Individually many of them had understood his points, and the Paladin believed they would respond favourably. But when it had come to the council they had all proceeded with their foolish plans. They did not understand the cultural significance behind the city's continued neutrality, nor the dire danger in having their connection to the gods cut. They believed their priests and holy magic workers to be safe, but Antillen had not heard of such discrimination in the inquisitors actions. He chuckled darkly and softly to himself, before taking another sip of the dragon wine and looking at the others. The plantman, a bounty hunter by trade he knew and he had seen his amphibian companion although the two had never met. The half-orc he knew by reputation, but the other two he did not recognise. They looked like wielders of magic to his eyes but he knew nothing more than that of either. "So, doth any among you know aught of the school of magick now made known to us?" Antillen began in his dry baritone, sparking a conversation so that he might better make impressions of what were apparently to be his travelling companions for the immediate future.
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BRIARSTAFF Briarstaff sits at the table, the bright blue and purple petals that make up his face blooming with anticipation. His green and leafy arms rest on the table, while his rooted feet rest in a bowl filled with the beer from the keg. He is ready for anything. Except, apparently, the language of one of his old acquaintances and new companions, Antillen Mox. Briarstaff had a very profitable history with the paladin and his order. They'd been some of his best customers - both in coin and in strength of character. He'd turned over many wicked men, women, and monsters to Mox and his crew, and they'd never criticized his need to bring his targets back alive. Hell, Mox spent almost as much time at the temples as Briarstaff did. Unfortunately, most of his interactions had also involved asking Mox to repeat himself until Briarstaff acclimated himself to the man's accent. "Aught schools of magic? Did they discover a new one? I haven't kept up, that magic stuff is out of my league. Always been a fan of abjuration, though!" He looks around the table and winks with his facial petals, indicating that his stated favor towards the school of abjuration is satirical! What a card! He quickly leans forward and lowers his voice, however. The words that come out of his flowery mouth are accompanied by a faint rustling noise. "Careful, Sir Mox. With Leska's bounty out, anyone who seems like they know about magic could be a target. Never know what amateurs the guild is pumping out these days." He jerks his moss-covered head towards the crowd. "Not all the bounty hunters in this town are as ethical and handsome as Abdul and I." Mormon Star Wars fucked around with this message at 03:44 on Feb 22, 2015 |
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Khamag Duva Khamag sniffs at his mug of beer before taking a swig of the beverage. He glances around, taking in the crew he has become associated with. The plant... person... thing... was Briarstaff, a strong and profitable acquaintance of Khamag's. Originally, Khamag had worked for one of the bounty hunter's targets, a petty would-be warlord named Duvall. Khamag and Briarstaff had fought long and hard. When the bounty hunter offered a share of the bounty, Khamag did not have to think hard to switch sides. Duvall wouldn't have lasted long anyway, and he didn't pay half as well. Since then, Khamag had found himself in pursuit of more legitimate work than he had undertaken in the past. Today he regrets it, as this job has apparently put him in the company of a Paladin. Khamag narrows his eyes at Anitillen, trying to study him. But it's impossible to get a read on the man. Whether its his draconic features or a disciplined demeanor brought on my Paladin training, it's hard to say. None-the-less, Khamag finds himself unhappy at the prospect of working with Antillen. He has not had much trouble with Paladins, mostly by avoiding entanglements with them. He suspected his work would be frowned upon. It was going to be hard to get anything done if they'd have to appeal to the favor of gods whose idea of morality involved lawfulness and any other values that would prevent wanton limb-breaking and cleaving. Khamag takes another swig of his beer. "Magic spells are piss anyway," he rumbles. "Give me a good sharp axe and a skull to cleave... that's all the magic I need." He grins conspiratorially. "I bet these inquisitors would think twice if they had to deal with that sort of action."
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Velaka Velaka perches primly at the far edge of the bench, casting furtive glances at Briarstaff, responsible for no less than the utter destruction of half of her squash patch not a month prior upon his most uncouth eruption from it. She eats and drinks nothing, instead drumming long, sharp fingernails against the table fitfully, her eyes the sharp and cold blue-white of a diamond, reflecting her nervous mood. She was among those marked, plainly, for destruction at the hands of the Inquisition, adding insult to injury as far as she was concerned. She had half a mind to allow herself to be caught -- see how they deal with that -- but discarded the notion as too dangerous, being ignorant as she was of the entirety of the powers at their disposal. No, this would require a more measured approach, and the help (though she sighed to think of it) of these mortals. That dotty plant-man had promised this may present "opportunities" to see and strike at Inquisitorial forces. It was nebulous as hell, but it was all she had. Seemingly without her notice, a tiny red and black spider with yellow-banded legs peeks out from under her collar, looking for all the world as though it's surveying the room. Reene fucked around with this message at 04:29 on Feb 22, 2015 |
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Feb 22, 2015 04:23
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 Abdu; Abdul was a little too agitated to sit. "This beer is not Beri good, maybe that's why they use it to praise him. Or her. What sort is Beri?" He had a few in him already, and was pacing along the rafters, the only part of him right side up the mug he carried in an inverted fist. As always when he got a few in him, he got agitated and talkative. "Got kind of a kick to it, tho. I like it. Maybe write me a poem to this brew, right? What I should write down is what gods the lands of men worship, so I could keep them straight." He walks over the paladin, feet gripping the rafter like a vice. "You're a holy man, right? Why are we drinking of this Beri god? Will I get smited if I don't say a word? I heard some of your gods are like that."
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Feb 22, 2015 04:33
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Antillen Mox "Nay, no new magicks that I have heard spoken of. I had pause to consider if we knew of the place we were headed. The threat to my person is known, but of lesser consequence than the greater machinations. Of more concern is the the High Inquisitor would seek to deny the empire of its connection to its gods. Caught betwixt mighty powers with an eye to reclaim lands taken from them, it is an ill time to injure its magickal capacity. Either she is mistaken in that she can do without them, or she is correct. Both futures cause me great unease." The Paladin says calmly, his voice and manner not reflecting the portents of his speech. "You have naught to fear little one. Such gods rarely ask that beyond their adherents and they lack the presence in this town to enforce such edicts. None will gainsay thou pleasures tonight, such that they are wholesome and in accord with the law."
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Antillen Mox The Paladin did not even blink or break his calm despite the odd questions. "Indeed and were thee singularly blessed with divinity it would be a fine deed. Suppose for a moment that the person you strike down worships another god or goddess and they take afront to your imposition on their servants. Perhaps their reprisal shall be moderate, or perhaps it shall be twice the injustice wrought upon them. Soon the heavens burn and none are left to shepherd those who dwell in the world. Just as law and social contract bind men and women, keeping peace and order, so too do agreements bind the gods. To act through intermediary with free will and choice, and only to intervene in gravest peril. Or so some say. Bahamut has greater concerns than my humble ignorance of the divine, and I know his will enough to do his wishes. It is sufficient." There was not really an answer to the question and Antillen took another mouthful from his flagon to ward off expectation of further explanation.
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Radaya Venadril "Law does not lead to peace, Antillen. It is a hammer as much as a shield, falling down on the less fortunate. If we all believed in law beyond all else, none of us would be here." The sylph's words rise at the end into whistles and sibilants. "If law could save us all, I would never have bound your wounds - any of you. In the world as far as the Eagle can fly, there is more to life than all of us know." Radaya sits with her back to the group, paying more attention to her skirt smoothed out next to her. A small bird leaps around the skirt, nibbling at grain Radaya produces from her pouch. The sylph takes a drink of ale, her mouth thin. Arivia fucked around with this message at 04:37 on Mar 1, 2015 |
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Antillen Mox "Verily, such is why mine lord Bahamut presides over both law and justice. The charity of men can bring harm as easily as it bringeth succor. An axe casts down lives as easily as a mighty oak. But none can deny the comfort a fire lit hearth on a cold night can bring." The paladin replied pleasantly, if slightly boringly to the Slyph.
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Khamag Duva Khamag had been determined to keep his peace and not tempt the Paladin's ire, but after a few ales and listening to this conversation, he has had enough. "Bah!" he exclaims, slamming his mug hard against the table, "What a bucket of trollpiss! What say your wise Bahamut when justice conflicts with law? Does your Bahamut guide the council even now, as they prepare to cater and dance to the whims of tyrants and murderers? Do you believe we'll see justice when Leska brings her witch hunt to our doors? Or will you be helping them drag innocent souls out of their beds to be taken to the axe?"
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Antillen Mox "A broken tool can naught striketh true until a wise and skilled hand doth mend it." The paladin replied before continuing his answer. "I hath held audience among the council. One by one they came to see the wisdom in my cautions to the madness of the High Inquisitor. Yet all must choose their own path in life and such that chose to retain their path of tragedy. I hath given prayer to my lord that those defenders who remain shall be bulwark sufficient for what is to come. For myself I chose the path that may avoid greater misery still."
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Khamag Duva The half-orc sneers and takes another deep gulp of his beverage. Nothing the Paladin said warranted a response. That in itself kind of pissed Khamag off. "Bah, you'll say whatever it takes to look good, but we'll see if you have what it takes when we get into some actual trouble. There's no room for philosophy and enigmatic goblin poo poo when a guard or thief has his blade at your throat. As far as I can tell, you Paladins are just lecturing priests stuffed into a case of tin. I hope for all our sakes that you can hold your own when it matters."
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Antillen Mox It was a remarkably pleasant and civil response given what Antillen normally dealt with. "I offer prayer daily that this be so." He agreed to the barbarian.
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Abdul "Has it done any good?" He thinks a moment, and then concludes. "Wait, I don't want to know." Finishing his drink, he pulls another. "This isn't Beri good, but it is growing on me, I think."
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Antillen Mox Antillen remained silent and chose to take another sip of his dragon wine. When he breathed out in satisfaction for a moment, people might have thought they imagined a lick of flame.
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BRIARSTAFF Briarstaff makes a face when Mox describes the law being like an oak-feller. That sounded less like law and more like the hated Shahalesti! He could roll with the punches, though. "The law is a tool. Not all of us are on the same side of it, but we all agree on one thing - It's a tool that needs to be snatched out of the hands of the tyrants bending their gaze towards Gate Pass. We're thief-catchers and thieves, faithful and heretics, and the one thing we all have in common is that we're not about to let our homes be destroyed for a second time." He gives a sympathetic nod to Khamag. "If we can use the law to save those we care about, we'll use it. If we have to mug someone, we'll do that, too. Justice is like an arrow in the dark." Briarstaff leaves that analogy unexplained, positive that everyone knows exactly what he means. Perception Rolls! <+skybot> MormonStarWars: 12 (1d20+6=6) <+skybot> MormonStarWars: 21 (1d20+6=15) <+skybot> MormonStarWars: 14 (1d20+6=8) Mormon Star Wars fucked around with this message at 03:14 on Feb 25, 2015 |
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Antillen Mox Antillen raised an eyeridge but remained silent still. Perception Checks! 1:39 PM <•Morphball> HiKaizer: 12 = 1d20(10)+2 1:39 PM <•Morphball> HiKaizer: 13 = 1d20(11)+2 1:39 PM <•Morphball> HiKaizer: 12 = 1d20(10)+2
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Khamag Duva Khamag relaxes visibly at Briarstaff's words. It was an important part of their dynamic. Khamag had seen many strong fighters and knew many who could pay him a worthwhile wage, but Briarstaff had a strength of character and resolve that few matched. The half-orc imagined that his own people must have been like that before they were erased. He takes another drink, banishing the wandering thought. What mattered is, whatever this Paladin may have in mind, he knew at least he could count on Briarstaff to see things through. And the other... Khamag turned to Radaya. "I am surprised to see you amongst us, though not displeased. A skilled healer may be needed in the trials ahead and I know your heart is in the right place." Khamag pauses for a moment, considering his company. The rest were strangers or acquaintances, but when he considers who he does know... "Perhaps this will go well, after all. Briarstaff is right, we are bound to a common cause and common belief. Failure is not an option." Perception Rolls: skybot: evilsagan: 10 (1d20=10) skybot: evilsagan: 6 (1d20=6) skybot: evilsagan: 4 (1d20=4)
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Abdul The little dude snorts. "Yer one of a kind, Briarstaff. That's for drat sure." He raises his glass in a salute, then downs it at a go. Assume if I have a ki point to spend and have to make a perception roll, I spend it to augment the roll as a swift action. If that is not possible reduce these results by four: 21:02] <&WinsonPaine> .roll 1d20+12 [21:02] <+Morphball> WinsonPaine: 30 = 1d20(18)+12 [21:02] <&WinsonPaine> .roll 1d20+12 [21:02] <+Morphball> WinsonPaine: 26 = 1d20(14)+12 [21:02] <&WinsonPaine> .roll 1d20+12 [21:02] <+Morphball> WinsonPaine: 31 = 1d20(19)+12
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The tavern's back door swings open, revealing a tall woman with a long piece of rolled-up parchment in her hand. She gives the group a long look before smiling crookedly and closing the door behind her. "I'm Torrent," she says, "and you must be the adventurers. I was told to expect a, ah, diverse group." Torrent is a distinctive woman with tanned skin and dark hair, bundled up in a dark winter coat over some armor. She sets the map down on the table before you, using the now mostly-empty mugs to hold the corners in place, and takes a seat herself. "To make a long story short, the city is in trouble. Deep trouble. The Ragesian army is marching on us, and they'll be here by tomorrow at the latest. Before they arrive, we have a mission." Torrent pulls a mug of beer from the keg, looking the group over. "I used to study at a magic academy to the south, called the Lyceum. They're good people, and when the word about this 'Scourge' reached them, they sent out messages calling for anyone fleeing from Ragesia to come to them. They want to make a stand against the Ragesians, and the resistance here wants their help. We just need to get a message to them. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but something strange is going on with teleportation. Every courier we've sent out that way hasn't returned, and I think I know why. The last courier we got here appeared in a giant pillar of flame. Well, I say 'appeared' - he got burned so badly that we only identified him by the melted remains of his courier's medallion. So, we need to go overland to deliver the message, and that's a problem because the city's walls are sealed." "Ever since their emperor died, the Ragesians have been trying to show that they're not weak by putting on a show of force. They're marching an army in our direction since the mountain pass we're in is apparently 'strategically valuable'. Either way, a few idiots on the city council what to negotiate, and rumor is that they're going to invite a group of inquisitors into the city to look for 'magic users who are hostile to the empire'. They've sealed the gates of the city so no one can get out, to make sure they look like they're cooperating, and only military personnel can get in or out. We're going to have to get out of the city, and I'm open to ideas on how, but before we get too far ahead of ourselves we have another mission tonight." "The short version is that we've got to meet a contact - a gnome named Rivereye Badgerface - in about an hour at a guarded depository half a mile from here. He's carrying a case of vital military intelligence which he stole from the Ragesian palace, and the heads of the resistance think it needs to reach Lyceum. We've got to get that case, get out of the city, and get far away from here before the idiot city council lets the Ragesian inquisitors in. Once that happens, the odds of us escaping are..." Torrent takes a long pull from her mug, finishing it with a smack of her lips. "Slim." "I'd love to stay and fight the Ragesians, but I'm no soldier and this mission might be more important. Worst case, you get away from the Ragesian army and we can part ways a few days down the road. Best case, you come with me to the Lyceum and we come back with an army of our own to drive off the Ragesians. Either way, we have to act fast. Are you ready for this?" Please roll three Perception checks and include them in your post. I'll be using these for passive checks in the future, and sending people who pass them private messages. For now, anyone who beats a DC 20 with their first check can read the following message. In the distance, you hear the faint sound of bells ringing as Torrent finishes speaking. The New Year has arrived. You can ask questions, either in character or via IRC posts, and make checks to find out more.
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Khamag Duva The half-orc licks his lips as Torrent wraps up her explanation. "That's all well and good; this is definitely my kind of work, no problem there. But you forgot one thing, missy. Coin! What's the pay?"
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Briarstaff The plant with a face turns towards her, blooming as he attempts a thoughtful whistle. He was never good at whistling, not having a human face. The noise that results sounds more like leaves blown in the wind. "Breaking out of the city will be a problem. We can't do anything too drastic. If we shoot our way out, we'd be hurting our neighbors and we could turn people against the resistance. I figure we'll have to play on old relationships or have one heck of a distraction. Abdul is fabulous at those - he's a regular saboteur, if you know what I mean, and could probably cook something up. If we could fake some potent display of magic, I bet we could get all eyes wherever we want them, just like when we grabbed old Eobald the Iridescent when he was trying to flee to Shahalesti." Mormon Star Wars fucked around with this message at 09:52 on Feb 25, 2015 |
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Torrent shrugs expansively at Khamag's question. "I don't have much to offer. The reason most of you were selected for this is because you wouldn't do especially well under the Inquisitors, and it gives you an opportunity to get out of the city and a safe place to head towards. A place where you're less likely to bleed out with your wrists slit, held down in the snow by one of those bearskin-covered bastards for being, well..." Torrent's eyes slide from the plant monstrosity, to the frog, to the sylph, and the obviously not a nervous spellcaster. "...themselves. You'd probably do all right, a big strapping orc like yourself. You could always surrender to the army and serve in the Ragesian empire, assuming they don't just throw you into a work camp." She grins, mirthlessly. "Although I suspect you're not terribly attracted to that idea. I've got a friend on the city council, and if we can convince him I'm sure he'll let us have free access to his armory. The gear is... somewhat unusually decorated, but works perfectly well. I'm sure he'd have some horses we could use as well, come to think of it. If we make it to Seaquen and the Lyceum, I've got an old friend there who might be able to help as well." She nods at Briarstaff's suggestion, tactfully choosing to ignore the whistling. "Hurting the citizens isn't an option, not if you want me to go along at least. A magical display sounds like a fine idea - there should be someone I can speak to at the Gabal's wizarding school here in Gate Pass. I'm sure he'd have some ideas for something suitably dramatic." RPZip fucked around with this message at 10:09 on Feb 25, 2015 |
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Briarstaff "I figured we could get some barrels of grease and pour them onto the ground. Having magic user bounties cast grease summoning spells at me has always been annoying. If it made me mad, imagine how mad it will make the inquisitors!" Mormon Star Wars fucked around with this message at 10:07 on Feb 25, 2015 |
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Khamag Duva At Torrent's response, Khamag grits his teeth and bares his fangs. A low rumble emerges from his throat. His hands are shaking and it seems like his grip may destroy the mug he's holding. Finally, he mutters, "Anything for a good cause, I suppose." At Briarstaff's suggestion, the half-orc barks a sharp laugh and slaps the plant person hard on the back. "That's an excellent idea! I only wish we could stay and watch when it happens! Haha!"
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Antillen Mox "I twould not enjoy standing betwixt a wall and the inquisitors I feel. My church and their mistress hath had cause to disagree where matters of compassion and leniency lay concerned. That we should give them pause to enter would be best to bulwark against more chaos, for they remain a measurable vanguard to deter prying eyes that would make design upon Ragesia. Mayhaps mine experience and thine are in accord here Briarstaff; members of organisations of ill repute and little regard for the law often make use of passages to traverse unseen beyond city wall and guardhouse. One familiar with such passages might have interest kindled enough to assist us." The Paladin adds after some thought.
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Khamag Duva Khamag grins slyly as Antillen speaks. "Hm not bad, scales, not bad. I think a know guy... Rantle, who might be able to help us uh... 'traverse unseen.' I'm not so popular with the lawful sort, but Rantle has always been good at keeping peace while he does his work. He might be willing to share something. I'll find out."
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Antillen Mox The Paladin coughs politely. "Mayhaps it would be most convenient for all involved shouldst I not be educated to the exact details of his employment."
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Velaka The spider crawls down Velaka's arm and onto her hand, where she watches it crawl between her fingertips with apparent fascination. Her lips pull back into a mirthless grin. "Distraction. I can do distraction." She shifts her weight, straightening up and lacing her fingers together as the spider crawls into her sleeve. "Tell me, how well guarded is the gate this time of night? Find me a man of authority on short notice and I'll wear his face. We can walk right out. Skulking like a common cutpurse is for lesser beings." [04:28] <skybot> Reene: 11 (1d20+1=10) [04:28] <skybot> Reene: 3 (1d20+1=2) [04:28] <skybot> Reene: 8 (1d20+1=7) Reene fucked around with this message at 00:29 on Feb 26, 2015 |
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Abdul Abdul considers as he finishes the last of his brew. "Happy new year, everybody! I guess we start this one with a job, eh?" He considers a moment. "Fun fact, I can stick to walls. True story. Plus, I was the courier for my village, back in the day. Got messages back across the jungle. More of a sacred messenger than courier, the term doesn't translate real well to the common tongue. Called me Pallah, which sort of means, 'sneaky one who carries the words of the gods to people who need to hear them and knives to people who need to hear some stabbing' in a fairly loose interpertation," Abdul says. He just keeps talking. "Pallah Abdul. I had some moves, had a hat with it too. Lost the hat. Still have the moves."
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Antillen Mox "Cloaks can do much to cover the shine of an armour, but where noise doth be concerned I regret that I have previously had little need to hide myself. I am ill experienced at passing unseen and unnoticed." The Paladin commented mildly.
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Torrent puts her finger up to her lip, thinking after Velaka speaks. "Gates are usually fairly lightly guarded, but with the imminent attack there's likely to be at least a dozen at even the smaller gates. We might be able to find someone important enough to wave you through the gates, though - a watch commander, maybe? I'm not sure where we'd find one for you to study, though, but I can ask around after we make contact with Rivereye. My contact on the council might have something too, come to think of it." She just stares at Pallah Abdul. "Right. Well. Speaking of Rivereye, there's a few details there. His contact was a mage from the Lyceum named Peppin Tallman, who would sometimes pass information onto the resistance as well. Unfortunately, he turned up a week ago with his throat slit. We were able to speak with dead to make contact with his spirit and found out that he was scheduled to meet with Rivereye, along with the time and the place of the meeting... but we weren't the first people to get that out of Tallman, someone else had already done the same ritual we did. We're going to have to make contact and let him know that his cover is blown, or Rivereye is going to end up a corpse as well and that intelligence will vanish forever."
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Khamag Duva Khamag takes a full mug and drinks it down. "There is no time to waste, then," he announces, rising to his feet. "I will seek out Rantle immediately."
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Briarstaff "Agreed, let's go save this ironically named fellow." Briarstaff takes his feet out of the bowl and puts it on the table. "Shall we?"
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Radaya Venadril "I am saddened to leave the vulnerable behind, but you are right Torrent - I cannot heal the wounded if I am among them myself. I don't have the contacts that the rest of you do, so I will follow." Radaya pets her bird, gently placing it on her shoulder, and rises from the bench, seeds scattering across the floor as she does so. "Let us be off." Perception checks for Radaya: 16, 6, 6 (low-light vision) Perception checks for Vasaam the thrush (Radaya's spirit animal): 13, 21, 15 (low-light vision, speaks Auran, Int 6) Arivia fucked around with this message at 04:54 on Mar 1, 2015 |
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Torrent nods and rolls up the map of the city, sliding it into an oilskin pouch and securing it to her coat. "We should get moving, then. Getting through the slush to get here wasn't much fun the first time, and I don't think it's gotten any bet-" Throughout the conversation, the bells of Gate Pass had been ringing more or less continually. It's a sound that builds up over time, always in the background after the first bells began to ring. The kind of thing you don't take conscious notice of, even when it's gotten almost as loud as a conversational voice, making you raise yours to be heard above it. At least, not until it stops. All at once. "-ter," Torrent finished in a much more subdued voice. "That's... probably not good." People who passed their Perception checks also got: You hear faint thumping sounds in the distance, like unripe fruit hitting the roof of a house. RPZip fucked around with this message at 23:47 on Mar 2, 2015 |
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