Mercenary Adventures of the B-Team (closed group)

[Blutspitze]

Surge's gaze drifts from the door to Stump as Falk speaks. Surge's head bobs agreeably to the cadence of Falk's speech. When he finishes, Surge lean's in and quietly says to Falk,

Is Chess the toaster or the psycho in this speech?
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In hushed tones back to Surge
She's the psycho... If you don't appreciate being Toaster, we can always switch you to Doll now....

 

[Phesic]

Surge's gaze falls a little. you're pretty sure he's just upset that he's not the psycho.

He turn's his head to stump and awaits a reply.

 

[larryfinnjr]

Falk bursts out laughing at Stump's comment.

Buahahaha!!! Don't... know.... hahaha... us.... from a hole.... HAHAHAHAHA!!!! You, Stumpy; mind if I call you Stumpy? Great. You're a funny guy. I like that. Less reason to kill people who are funny. You may not know who we are right now, but we've heard that you have some work to offer people willing to take. That's us.

Still leaning on Carsys, he begins to gesture to the rest of the party.

We've got Toaster, Psycho, Drow, and myself, Falkruun. My friends call me Falk, you may not.

At his own introduction, he gives a small bow to Stumpy.

As I said, we're here for work that we understand you are offering. We may not look like too much, particularly Toaster, but believe me when I say we're more than capable, particularly Toaster. What do you have for us?

"A'course I ain't gonna call you Falk, 'cause I ain't your friend. And if youz punks are tryin' to break into the biz, you better shut the dwarf's claptrap NOW. 'Cause I can't tell if he's lookin' for work or a knife between the eyes. Call me Stumpy once more and I promise, it'll be the latter."

Shifting his gaze over to Ches, he continues, "A proper hood knows 'is, or her, place." Looking down now at the journal, "and at least the lady's got some couth. So, yeah, I got work, plenty of it. I usually don't work with unknowns, but you came in with Hatchet...hmm....."

Stump drifts off into thought for a few moments. Elbowing one of the 'ladies' next to him and pointing across his table, he says, "Pour some wine for me an' Blondie. How 'bout you come sit by me and we'll talk business." He thrusts his leg out under the table, pushing the chair opposite him out, his hand inviting Ches to come have a seat. "You, Tinman, keep an eye on Mr. Falk. And you, drow, come join us - I like your guts."

 

[Blutspitze]

"A'course I ain't gonna call you Falk, 'cause I ain't your friend. And if youz punks are tryin' to break into the biz, you better shut the dwarf's claptrap NOW. 'Cause I can't tell if he's lookin' for work or a knife between the eyes. Call me Stumpy once more and I promise, it'll be the latter."

Shifting his gaze over to Ches, he continues, "A proper hood knows 'is, or her, place." Looking down now at the journal, "and at least the lady's got some couth. So, yeah, I got work, plenty of it. I usually don't work with unknowns, but you came in with Hatchet...hmm....."

Stump drifts off into thought for a few moments. Elbowing one of the 'ladies' next to him and pointing across his table, he says, "Pour some wine for me an' Blondie. How 'bout you come sit by me and we'll talk business." He thrusts his leg out under the table, pushing the chair opposite him out, his hand inviting Ches to come have a seat. "You, Tinman, keep an eye on Mr. Falk. And you, drow, come join us - I like your guts."

Not wanting to completely insult Mr. Stumpy further, Falk Grabs another nearby chair and has a seat, placing Carsys across his lap.

All joking aside, MR. Stumpy, what is the work you have that needs to be done? I like to test patiences, she likes to burn crap, he stabs stuff, then insults it wittily, and he fixes us up when we're stupid. Or when we're normal. We're a serious group and seek some serious work.

 

[larryfinnjr]

OOC: Looks like EnWorld is going wonky - Quote replies aren't working at all, and Quick Replies end up posting the "Please click one of the Quick Reply icons in the posts above to activate Quick Reply." Workaround - use Quick Reply, before you post it, copy it. Then, after the bogus post shows up, edit it and paste your original post in. At least that works.

DISREGARD - working now it seems...

 

[larryfinnjr]

Not wanting to completely insult Mr. Stumpy further, Falk Grabs another nearby chair and has a seat, placing Carsys across his lap.

All joking aside, MR. Stumpy, what is the work you have that needs to be done? I like to test patiences, she likes to burn crap, he stabs stuff, then insults it wittily, and he fixes us up when we're stupid. Or when we're normal. We're a serious group and seek some serious work.

[sblock=All I can think of is this...]
Terrorist: What do you know?
Gary Johnston: I heard there might be a large terrorist attack. If you tell me what it is, maybe I could help out.
Terrorist: Get out of here! We have put out a jihad on the infidels because they destroyed our lives. What do you know about pain and sadness?
[Gary pauses, recalls sounds of gorillas roaring]
Gary Johnston: I was just a boy when the infidels came to my village in their Blackhawk helicopters. The infidels fired at the oil fields and they lit up like the eyes of Allah. Burning oil rained down from the sky and cooked everything it touched. I could only hide myself and cry as my goats were consumed by the fiery black liquid death. In the midst of the chaos, I could swear that I heard my goats screaming for help. As quickly as they had come, the infidels were gone. It was on that day I put a jihad on them. And if you don't believe it, then you'd better kill me now, because I'll put a jihad on you, too.
Terrorist: I like you. You have balls. I like balls.
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[larryfinnjr]

For a few tense moments, it looks like the goblin's head might explode with large amounts of violence in its wake. But suddenly, he breaks into a laugh. "I'll give you this, kid - either you're in' crazy or you've got some ten-ton stones in your pants. Either way though, you'll need both in this line a'work."

He leans forward and drops his voice slightly. It's loud enough for you to hear but not enough for the crowd to pick up on. "So yeah, I’ve got a little snatch-and-grab I needs doin'. There’s this group of loonies just northeast of here; word has it they're camped at a portal to the Feyrealm. Something about a connection to some ancient god who 'dwells with the elves' or some such spat, but it’s a portal no one’s got working before. My ears tell me they have a key to open it, so that’s where you'll come in - I want that key."

"Thing is, these nutjobs have a bit of sway. Human paladin named Jarod runs things there and he’s related to a Marshall just five days from here. Gossip is that Jarod and the Marshall ain’t exactly on speaking terms, but the Marshall’ll raise all nine Hells if something happens to his brother. So I needs this key winked quiet like."

"Here’s the offer: you get the key and bring it back here, to my hands, and I’ll throw 800 gold amongst the lot of you to split. But I like to provide incentives, so I’m adding a little extra if you can do it without anyone knowing you did it. Pile an extra 200 on there for that."

A thought seems to creep across his tongue as he adds, "Tell you what - bring me the key and its owner alive, and I’ll double it."

"So... you in?"

 

[Phesic]

Surge turns to Falk, Chess and Mal in turn. Then making eye contact with Falk, he nods his assent.

 

[trolled]

"Seems fairly simple, so I assume there is a catch. He's actually one of the gods in disguise, yes? No. I suspect he's just some trumped up idiot. Like everyone else. Sure, we will slip our heads into the hangman's noose once more. I believe that is eight for me, and seven for everyone else. But who's counting, right? Are you counting, Mr. Mittens," Ches says to her shoulder in a syrupy sweet tone, her eyes fixed on nothing.

"Oh and before I forget again, word of mouth, and Frank, says you're the alchemical and mystical supplier around these... parts... yes. I seem to be a little low on a few ingredients, nitrides and amber and so on. Long list. Since this is an orc village, do you know where I might find some? Say at 10 above market?"

 

[whardell]

He leans forward and drops his voice slightly. It's loud enough for you to hear but not enough for the crowd to pick up on. "So yeah, I’ve got a little snatch-and-grab I needs doin'. There’s this group of loonies just northeast of here; word has it they're camped at a portal to the Feyrealm. Something about a connection to some ancient god who 'dwells with the elves' or some such spat, but it’s a portal no one’s got working before. My ears tell me they have a key to open it, so that’s where you'll come in - I want that key."

"Thing is, these nutjobs have a bit of sway. Human paladin named Jarod runs things there and he’s related to a Marshall just five days from here. Gossip is that Jarod and the Marshall ain’t exactly on speaking terms, but the Marshall’ll raise all nine Hells if something happens to his brother. So I needs this key winked quiet like."

"Here’s the offer: you get the key and bring it back here, to my hands, and I’ll throw 800 gold amongst the lot of you to split.

But I like to provide incentives, so I’m adding a little extra if you can do it without anyone knowing you did it. Pile an extra 200 on there for that."

A thought seems to creep across his tongue as he adds, "Tell you what - bring me the key and its owner alive, and I’ll double it."

"So... you in?"

SO lets see if I got this right, 800 to nab the key, 200 to do it without anyone knowing. Double if we nab the Marshal's brother?-2000 total?

I'd say provisionally I'm in. Gotta clear a few facts, actually just one fact. If we kill everyone except the hostage, does that count as nobody knowing? Not saying that we are going the bloody route, just trying to see all the angles.