(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

[OneCrappy DM]

Table
"A job, quid pro quo." ((Infernal for something for something))

 

[Neurotic]

Ooc: move along, I'm travelling and cannot post today and maybe tomorrow. Luke takes the money and listens to all the details

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Mr. Black (mini-sheet)

Mr. Black Perception: 0 Sense Motive: 4 Search: 6	AC: 14; FF: 13; Touch: 11	Spell Slots" 0: [X] [] [] [] [] 1st: [X] [x] [] []
HP: 8 Init: 1	Fort: 2 Ref: 1 Will: 2	Buffs: none

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The room seems fine enough for now. He dumps a few of his belongings, throwing a bedroll on a cot and a backpack containing a lantern and rope underneath. He repacks his small satchel with the few important things he needs and slings it over a shoulder, under his overcoat.

"A job, quid pro quo." ((Infernal for something for something))

He pops his head out from the trap door,

"Well, if you do a literal translation to infernal, it's something much more sinister."

Climbing out, he walks back to the table,

"But that's to be expected if you're trying to make a fair deal with a devil."

He stands there and assesses the assembled group,

"So we have a few places we can start. Unless Mr. Ironfist has got some chant on where we should go first, I think we find something to eat and discuss our options. Who's in?"