Cast:
Scotley as Rogash Ungart, dwarven fighter/rogue
jkason as Shaimon Hu'u, human barbarian/druid
Shayuri as Talashia Thingol, human sorcerer
Leif as Uulark Simental, human cleric
Scott DeWar as Caerwyn Thingol, human barbarian/paladin of freedom
Friadoc as Buurt Wolfhart, half-orc scout
Dyspeer, Shaimon Hu'u's trusted wolf companion who has proven himself to be an invaluable part of the team
Shazi, Talashia's perpetually annoyed mephit familiar
With a clearly set purpose, the group exits the room and plods down the stairs, though Talashia is sure that her graceful steps can be considered anything but plodding.
The scene downstairs has grown almost uncontrollable, as the patrons have more of the drink in them to keep them going. The tables are full, as is most of the floor, with the drunken townsfolk, rowdy and spirited as ever.
The bartender seems to have overcome his initial joy of a full bar, and a fuller purse; he’s obviously unequipped to handle a crowd of this size, and his nerves are starting to show it. As you push your way through the thick crowd you overhear many comments like “if the Harpy were still open,” and “Maybe ol’ Ezra oughtta get a daughter of his own t’bring me a mug, might get it faster that way!”
You finally manage to push your way out onto the street. The sun, full and bright, hangs low in the sky just over the horizon. The magistrate’s stage is still intact in the square, though the square itself is empty, save for a few children reenacting the day’s events. Dyspeer sniffs at a large pool of dried blood on the dirt and whines.
Talashia catches a movement from the corner of her eye, and like a moth to a flame her gaze is drawn to Shazi’s form, landing soundlessly on a rooftop of a small building around the corner.
The dwarf is in a foul mood as he makes his way through the crowded bar and it takes an effort of will not to vent his ire on the drunken patrons that block his path. He is glad to be outside, but seeing the blood and the stage only fires his anger. "Let's be on with it," he says with grim determination in his voice.
After having been momentarily distracted by the sight of that stage of grotesqueries, Talashia glances at Caerwyn...and abruptly smiles as she spies Shazi above and behind him.
"This way," she replies confidently, sweeping past Caerwyn as if she'd known exactly where to go all along.
A great deal of being a mage was just acting the part.
She rounds the corner and pauses to let the others catch up. When they do she says quietly, "In that small building there. It's probably best if they don't know we're following them just yet, so I suggest our stealthier members sneak in close to get a peek in through the windows..."
Talashia nods at Buurt and Rogash.
"...while the rest of us find places of interest nearby, and keep an eye out for anyone besides us showing unusual interest in that building."
No need for you to look in the windows, good dwarf; you know the building well enough. In fact, your chin might still carry the bruise it acquired from the crowded arena in the basement, when a certain half-elf planted his pointed boot just so.
Uulark feigns interest in the "Personals" section of a broadside posted on a bulletin board nearby. It just happens that he has a clear, unobstructed view of the building that is our goal.
Unconsciously rubbing his chin, Rogash tells the others, "White Plume has a sort of cage fight club in the basement of the building. The participants are not always willing. When the place is open for business it can be quite crowded." He goes on to describe the layout of the place.
Seeing Rogash begin to rub his chin, Uulark knows that some good information is coming, and so eases back to the party for the duration of Rogash's speech. Then, he resumes his previous careless-seeming activity.
Location: columbia, missouri, u.s. of north america, terra, sol III, Milky way, third demension
Posts: 4,766
Caerwyn watches his sister head purposefully, being the usualy cluless brother. sckepticak though he is he is still amazed at the success of the scorceress.
he walks with uulark to the board. Caerwyn looks at what uulark is reading and asks " what does this say? and what does that say/ and What about this one?... this goes on until Uulark head sback to the rest of the party.
" wait, I am not done reading yet!" whispers caerwyn. he hustle to get caught back up to the priest.
Uulark sighs and contemplates the advisbility of teaching his Barbaric friend the rudiments of reading and writing. He imagines Caerwyn's 'ham hands' trying in vain to gently hold a pen, and decides that it would be a fool's errand. He shakes his head and reads the notices for his friend with great patience, only occasionally making significant alterations to the posted wording.
Unconsciously rubbing his chin, Rogash tells the others, "White Plume has a sort of cage fight club in the basement of the building. The participants are not always willing. When the place is open for business it can be quite crowded." He goes on to describe the layout of the place.
Shai finds himself moping as Dyspeer finds the blood of their downed friend, but follows as best he can. When Rogash reminds them of the fight club, though, his interest is singularly piqued.
"Is that the place White Plume was makin' Loddie's daughter, Vardi, work off his debt, then?"
Quietly the half-orc, Buurt, hangs toward the back of the group, on lookout, while Rogash describes the place he is familiar with. Buurt is sticking to the shadows, hoping to gain advantage in spotting any dangers.
Location: columbia, missouri, u.s. of north america, terra, sol III, Milky way, third demension
Posts: 4,766
"I wonder if they could use some new tallent? I might be able to get into this fight cloub as a fresh blood fighter. then uulark can win back what he lost to me in betting, by betting on me. May be we can even rig the betting by some of the fights i can intentially lose."
You see only the children and a few drunken townsfolk. An occasional wondering guard passes by, but pays you no mind. As the sun continues its descent, there doesn't appear any danger.
Knowing the way that his friends attract danger and unwelcome attention, Uulark resists lapsing into complacency and maintains his vigil, as pointless as it may seem to be right now.
Location: columbia, missouri, u.s. of north america, terra, sol III, Milky way, third demension
Posts: 4,766
[ooc] did you say children were playing? was that the children re-enacting the grisly murder in the town square earlier in the day, or is this a different group? [/ooc]
Linear Mode
And yet another word from our sponsors
