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<blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 6733317" data-attributes="member: 6677509"><p><strong>Burrai, Elloral, Rol</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><em>Quoted from from<a href="http://www.penandpapergames.com/forums/showthread.php/29137-Part-1-Act-3-Scene-1/page8" target="_blank"> <span style="color: #008000">Part 1: Act 3 Scene 1</span></a>________________________________</em></strong></p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong></strong><span style="color: #0000ff"><em>Approximate Time = Noon</em></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000ff"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #0000ff"><em>At the Twelve Apple Alehouse in Cabarda</em></span></p><p></p><p>Burrai closes his eyes,takes a deep breath. <span style="color: #8b4513">~Damn fool. Can't just shut up and follow orders~.</span> It wasn't a trait bestowed solely on merchants; Burrai had worked with a lot of men who had died because others couldn't just let go of the reins when they didn't know better. History too was replete with it.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #8b4513">"Look....Rol."</span> He draws the name out, articulating his annoyance. <span style="color: #8b4513">"First, I'm not a Gods Damned moron. I'm not going to let you stay in my home if I think there's the slightest chance someone's going to get eviscerated inside it. They flushed me out of the place, meaning it may well be as good a hiding place as any. Especially if I'm running around causing trouble. And I won't know for sure until I've scouted it out. So, for now, that's my working plan."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #8b4513">"Second, you don't get my respect. You earn it. And if you want to make a start, stop acting like a skittish rodent caught between a cat and the farmer. I don't have the time, nor the trust in you, to waste on explaining myself, so if you want to learn something get a grip on your nerves and keep your ears open. You're a merchant, so you understand trade - and you just made a deal with me: your information, for me keeping your skin intact. If you want to know how good your end of the bargain is, go down the local mercenary company and ask about Burrai Steelborn."</span></p><p></p><p>Burrai lowers his voice and narrows his eyes. The lamps of the alehouse pour dark ink into his scars. <span style="color: #8b4513">"Lastly, some free advice on staying alive from one who knows pretty well how it's done."</span> He counts the points off on scarred, calloused fingers. <span style="color: #8b4513">"One, learn who knows a subject better than you and listen to them. Two, exercise patience when you're not in immediate danger, and trust instinct when you are. And Three - "</span> Burrai's voice drops to a low hiss <span style="color: #8b4513">"- keep your Gods Damned voice down! Especially, when the words out of your fool lips are about the Vulkyrie and the Network. Or so help me I'll throw you so hard out this door they'll arrest you for flying. Understand?"</span></p><p></p><p>[Intimidate Check: 1d20+7 = 20]</p><p></p><p>Burrai leans back in his seat, palms face down on the table. <span style="color: #8b4513">"So if you've anything more to share you think relevant, I'll gladly hear it. If not, then wait and you'll learn plenty in the next hour....Oh don't look at me like that Elloral. If I'm going to keep him safe, I'm not bargaining with him. He does what I say, or he walks. At least until I trust him."</span></p><p></p><p>Burrai turns his scowl on the door the the Twelve Apple Alehouse, brushing away his annoyance and picking through Rol's facts. <span style="color: #8b4513">~One thing at a time, Burrai. Deal with Jabbar, get a translator for the Journal. After that you can play hero for Rol if you can.~</span></p><p><span style="color: #8b4513"></span><span style="color: #008000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #008000">________________________________________________________</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #008000"><End of Quote></span><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em><strong>Rol: </strong>Swallows and slowly nods speaking in a lower voice. </em></span><span style="color: #996600"><em>"I'm sorry I've just never been so frightened before!" </em></span><span style="color: #000000"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Places a comforting hand on his. </em></span><span style="color: #800080"><em>"We're all frightened, but we have to see this through do we not? If it makes you more comfortable we could hire some men to escort you to Burrai's cabin and wait there for us to get you later? Just to be sure its safe."</em></span><span style="color: #000000"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em><strong>Rol:</strong> Nods quickly. </em></span><span style="color: #996600"><em>"That would make me feel safer, if you think they'll be trustworthy?"</em></span><span style="color: #000000"><em> </em></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> Smiles </em></span><span style="color: #800080"><em>"No self-respecting mercenary would botch a job paid for by the 'Mercenary Prince' in this town. They'll keep you safe or rue the day!"</em></span><span style="color: #000000"><em> </em></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"><em><strong>Rol:</strong> Takes a deep breath. </em></span><span style="color: #996600"><em>"That makes me feel a lot better. I suppose I'll just wait here then and eat something until these mercenaries come for me. How much will it cost? I have coin!"</em></span></p><p><span style="color: #996600"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #996600"><em></em></span><em><strong>Elloral: </strong><span style="color: #800080">"I'd say forty gold pieces sounds fair for a pair of good men to guard you for a week or so."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000">Rol grabs a couple handful of coins from his purse and hands them over to her discretely.</span><span style="color: #000000"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span></em><span style="color: #000000"><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> </em></span><span style="color: #800080"><em>"Take care not to speak too much with strangers from now on. We'll tell the mercenaries that Burrai wants to sell his property. Your the potential buyer named Egrig. That should keep them polite and keep their questions to a minimum." </em></span></p><p><span style="color: #800080"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #800080"><em></em></span><em><strong><span style="color: #000000">Rol: </span></strong><em><span style="color: #996600">"Egrig... ok got it. </span></em><span style="color: #996600">Thank you both."</span> <span style="color: #000000">He says.</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span></em><span style="color: #000000"><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> </em></span><span style="color: #800080"><em>"It is we who should thank you, your information means a lot. Take care Egrig!" </em></span><em><span style="color: #000000">She repeats one more time with a smile and moves to leave with Burrai. </span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #000000"></span></em><span style="color: #000000">__________________________________________________________</span></p><p><span style="color: #000000"></span><span style="color: #8b4513"></span></p><p><span style="color: #8b4513"></span><em><span style="color: #0000ff">Approximate Time = 1pm</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #0000ff"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #0000ff">Drehd's Devils Mercenary Company</span></em></p><p></p><p><em>From there you head directly to the Drehd's Devils Mercenary Company to purchase a pair of hired guards for Rol. Elloral hands you the coin Rol gave her and decides to wait at the inn while you do so. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p> <em>Drehd's Devils was established about sixteen years ago by Omar Drehd, a famous ex-gladiator who won his freedom from the local Arena. Omar himself died about ten years ago. </em><em>You met Omar briefly in his final days. A brave man and a great warrior.</em><em> His son Kadar assumed command after his passing. Kadar is a much wiser leader, though perhaps not so great a warrior as his father was. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p> <em>He's more interested in making a profit than risking everything for a glorious victory. His practical mindset has earned more money for his company over recent years than his father ever did, but the fearless reputation of the devils isn't easy to maintain when he actually refuses work. In fact your own reputation grew faster for that fact when you accepted work Kadar refused.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The devils headquarters is smaller than you might think. It is a sturdy stone structure consisting of one great hall, an armory/storeroom, a practice yard and an office. There is no guard at the door, but there is a knocker you use to herald your arrival.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>One of the younger mercenaries looks a little shocked when he opens it. Inside are four other mercenaries eating lunch in the hall. (It is known the Devils always get their food and drink from The Smiling Demon tavern next door. The owner of the tavern was a friend of Omar.) </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="color: #000000">Mercenary:</span></strong> <span style="color: #808080">"...Mr. Steelborn?"</span></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #808080"></span><strong></strong></em></p><p><em><strong>[Burrai:</strong> What do you do?<strong>] </strong> </em></p><p><em></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="narayan, post: 6733317, member: 6677509"] [b]Burrai, Elloral, Rol[/b] [B][I]Quoted from from[URL="http://www.penandpapergames.com/forums/showthread.php/29137-Part-1-Act-3-Scene-1/page8"] [COLOR=#008000]Part 1: Act 3 Scene 1[/COLOR][/URL]________________________________[/I] [/B][COLOR=#0000ff][I]Approximate Time = Noon At the Twelve Apple Alehouse in Cabarda[/I][/COLOR] Burrai closes his eyes,takes a deep breath. [COLOR=#8b4513]~Damn fool. Can't just shut up and follow orders~.[/COLOR] It wasn't a trait bestowed solely on merchants; Burrai had worked with a lot of men who had died because others couldn't just let go of the reins when they didn't know better. History too was replete with it. [COLOR=#8b4513]"Look....Rol."[/COLOR] He draws the name out, articulating his annoyance. [COLOR=#8b4513]"First, I'm not a Gods Damned moron. I'm not going to let you stay in my home if I think there's the slightest chance someone's going to get eviscerated inside it. They flushed me out of the place, meaning it may well be as good a hiding place as any. Especially if I'm running around causing trouble. And I won't know for sure until I've scouted it out. So, for now, that's my working plan."[/COLOR] [COLOR=#8b4513]"Second, you don't get my respect. You earn it. And if you want to make a start, stop acting like a skittish rodent caught between a cat and the farmer. I don't have the time, nor the trust in you, to waste on explaining myself, so if you want to learn something get a grip on your nerves and keep your ears open. You're a merchant, so you understand trade - and you just made a deal with me: your information, for me keeping your skin intact. If you want to know how good your end of the bargain is, go down the local mercenary company and ask about Burrai Steelborn."[/COLOR] Burrai lowers his voice and narrows his eyes. The lamps of the alehouse pour dark ink into his scars. [COLOR=#8b4513]"Lastly, some free advice on staying alive from one who knows pretty well how it's done."[/COLOR] He counts the points off on scarred, calloused fingers. [COLOR=#8b4513]"One, learn who knows a subject better than you and listen to them. Two, exercise patience when you're not in immediate danger, and trust instinct when you are. And Three - "[/COLOR] Burrai's voice drops to a low hiss [COLOR=#8b4513]"- keep your Gods Damned voice down! Especially, when the words out of your fool lips are about the Vulkyrie and the Network. Or so help me I'll throw you so hard out this door they'll arrest you for flying. Understand?"[/COLOR] [Intimidate Check: 1d20+7 = 20] Burrai leans back in his seat, palms face down on the table. [COLOR=#8b4513]"So if you've anything more to share you think relevant, I'll gladly hear it. If not, then wait and you'll learn plenty in the next hour....Oh don't look at me like that Elloral. If I'm going to keep him safe, I'm not bargaining with him. He does what I say, or he walks. At least until I trust him."[/COLOR] Burrai turns his scowl on the door the the Twelve Apple Alehouse, brushing away his annoyance and picking through Rol's facts. [COLOR=#8b4513]~One thing at a time, Burrai. Deal with Jabbar, get a translator for the Journal. After that you can play hero for Rol if you can.~ [/COLOR][COLOR=#008000] ________________________________________________________[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][COLOR=#008000]<End of Quote>[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [I][B]Rol: [/B]Swallows and slowly nods speaking in a lower voice. [/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#996600][I]"I'm sorry I've just never been so frightened before!" [/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][I] [B]Elloral:[/B] Places a comforting hand on his. [/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#800080][I]"We're all frightened, but we have to see this through do we not? If it makes you more comfortable we could hire some men to escort you to Burrai's cabin and wait there for us to get you later? Just to be sure its safe."[/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][I] [B]Rol:[/B] Nods quickly. [/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#996600][I]"That would make me feel safer, if you think they'll be trustworthy?"[/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][I] [B]Elloral:[/B] Smiles [/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#800080][I]"No self-respecting mercenary would botch a job paid for by the 'Mercenary Prince' in this town. They'll keep you safe or rue the day!"[/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#000000][I] [B]Rol:[/B] Takes a deep breath. [/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#996600][I]"That makes me feel a lot better. I suppose I'll just wait here then and eat something until these mercenaries come for me. How much will it cost? I have coin!" [/I][/COLOR][I][B]Elloral: [/B][COLOR=#800080]"I'd say forty gold pieces sounds fair for a pair of good men to guard you for a week or so."[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]Rol grabs a couple handful of coins from his purse and hands them over to her discretely.[/COLOR][COLOR=#000000] [/COLOR][/I][COLOR=#000000][I][B]Elloral:[/B] [/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#800080][I]"Take care not to speak too much with strangers from now on. We'll tell the mercenaries that Burrai wants to sell his property. Your the potential buyer named Egrig. That should keep them polite and keep their questions to a minimum." [/I][/COLOR][I][B][COLOR=#000000]Rol: [/COLOR][/B][I][COLOR=#996600]"Egrig... ok got it. [/COLOR][/I][COLOR=#996600]Thank you both."[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]He says. [/COLOR][/I][COLOR=#000000][I][B]Elloral:[/B] [/I][/COLOR][COLOR=#800080][I]"It is we who should thank you, your information means a lot. Take care Egrig!" [/I][/COLOR][I][COLOR=#000000]She repeats one more time with a smile and moves to leave with Burrai. [/COLOR][/I][COLOR=#000000]__________________________________________________________ [/COLOR][COLOR=#8b4513] [/COLOR][I][COLOR=#0000ff]Approximate Time = 1pm Drehd's Devils Mercenary Company[/COLOR][/I] [I]From there you head directly to the Drehd's Devils Mercenary Company to purchase a pair of hired guards for Rol. Elloral hands you the coin Rol gave her and decides to wait at the inn while you do so. Drehd's Devils was established about sixteen years ago by Omar Drehd, a famous ex-gladiator who won his freedom from the local Arena. Omar himself died about ten years ago. [/I][I]You met Omar briefly in his final days. A brave man and a great warrior.[/I][I] His son Kadar assumed command after his passing. Kadar is a much wiser leader, though perhaps not so great a warrior as his father was. He's more interested in making a profit than risking everything for a glorious victory. His practical mindset has earned more money for his company over recent years than his father ever did, but the fearless reputation of the devils isn't easy to maintain when he actually refuses work. In fact your own reputation grew faster for that fact when you accepted work Kadar refused. The devils headquarters is smaller than you might think. It is a sturdy stone structure consisting of one great hall, an armory/storeroom, a practice yard and an office. There is no guard at the door, but there is a knocker you use to herald your arrival. One of the younger mercenaries looks a little shocked when he opens it. Inside are four other mercenaries eating lunch in the hall. (It is known the Devils always get their food and drink from The Smiling Demon tavern next door. The owner of the tavern was a friend of Omar.) [B][COLOR=#000000]Mercenary:[/COLOR][/B] [COLOR=#808080]"...Mr. Steelborn?" [/COLOR][B] [Burrai:[/B] What do you do?[B]] [/B] [/I] [/QUOTE]
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