"Yes, the missile weapon in question will be for me to use. Hmmm," Uulark looks in his quite slack-looking money pouch, "I would like to get myself a crossbow, but I seem to be lacking sufficient gold to afford a crossbow and still have enough for a supply of quarrels. Looks like I"ll be hurling javelins, at least for now."
"You know," Shazi comments blandly. "If you gave ME a crossbow, I could just hover at the ceiling and shoot it until it died, without ever getting close enough for it to hit me."
He shrugs.
"You never did answer that question about Talashia and fiends though. Should I take that as a yes?"
"I didn't answer you, Shazi, because I didn't think that you were seriously asking me that question. I have never known her to consort with devils, so the answer is 'no.' And that's an interesting point you make about the crossbow. You wouldn't be able to operate a crossbow that was sized for me, would you? And, incidentally, in order for you to hover at the ceiling and shoot the beast with a crossbow until it died, you'd first have to grow your wings until they doubled in size so that you could still fly while carrying all of the arrows you would need."
"Why wouldn't I be asking you?" he asks, irritated. "You've known her longer than I have. As for the arrows, forget it then. If I had my full powers as a proxy of the Storm, I'd just fry it from on high, but it looks like you guys are on your own now."
"We'll hook you up with a crossbow just in case. And no I don't think Talashia consorts with fiends. I think she'd like us to believe that she does, but I don't think she really does."
Shai leans over to the others as Talashia talks at a distance.
"Um, I think they're talking about us," he says nervously as the half-orc indicates them. "Does that mean we should go to them, or hide?"
"I never liked being talked about in the third person in the military, either," says Buurt to Shai, however it's with a toothy grin, for the oddly personable half-orc. "But, at least I'm lucky enough to escape her usual notice."
Grunk leads the quartet around a corner and stands with his arms crossed by a newly opened door. A narrow stairs leads down to a small landing, where another closed door blocks the way. Grunk gives an almost imperceptible nod to Talashia as she passes him to descend the stairs, but his eyes lock hard on Buurt, as if the more refined half-orc had committed some grievous sin by having taken the time to actually bathe and comb his hair.
As Talashia reaches the landing Grunk reaches up to a string hanging from the ceiling and gives it four distinct tugs. The sorceress hears the faint sound of bell on the other side of the door, one for each tug of the string. As Grunk slams his door closed, the other opens.
Two over-sized humans guard the other side of that door, and both gawk Talashia hungrily as she passes through into a large barroom filled with small tables and excited drunkards. In the far corner is a fighting cage with a thin bed of straw lining the floor. The cage door rattles as the face of a wire-thin human smashes up against it. A burly, barrel-chested behemoth stands close by with fists the size of cooking pots guarding a face that only his mother could love (assuming she wasn't the one that knocked out the tooth).
A young and pretty barmaid wades through the sea overzealous patrons, somehow managing not to spill a drop one from the many mugs atop the drink trays she's carrying. In the opposite corner, sinister eyes watch the goings-on from beneath an expensive looking white-plumed hat.
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Originally Posted by Leif
OOC: I'm lost, are Rogash and Uulark back with the party yet?
Nope. I'm guessing you're somewhere up top looking to get your hands on javelin or something.
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A smirk plays across Buurt's face, as his eyes gain a glint to them under Grunk's disdainful glare, but the half-orc scout doesn't avert his gaze, not an inch.
"If you think soap softens my steel, gutter-blow," says Buurt in orc. "You'd be as wrong as all the others I've put in the ground." As the smirk turns flat, Buurt adds, "So look elsewhere."
With that, Buurt turns his attention back to the going ons and continues on with his allies.
Shai looks around, disturbed by the cage match, but managing not to flinch too much. When he sees the man in the white-plumed hat, he whispers to the others.
"So we should sit down and order something, yes? Look like we're here for the ... um ... that thing over there what's making me queasy? Or maybe we should look for something that looks like it might give way to the sewer?"
"We're here," Talashia reminds Shai and Caerwyn, "to keep an eye on the white-plumed man, remember? He's over there in the corner. As for the others...I'm not even sure they'll be coming from the sewers."
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"hmmm. We should look inconspicuous, right sis? then how about i enter the fights? I might just learn a thing or two while i am fighting about this operation."
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