(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

Alleyway
"If any of us did pick up a sod like that, we'd take 'im to the mortuary. If the dustmen remember where they put 'im, you could always try magic to get a hold of his 'spirit.'"
 

log in or register to remove this ad




Alleesha's Pantry
The ashen stink of the Slags presses in on all your senses as you draw near to Alleesha’s Pantry. The building itself is a squat brick edifice, crudely cobbled together. Yet through the pantry’s glass windows, you glimpse something unexpected an almost cheery glow spilling out into the rain soaked street. Warm light dances across the panes, and within, movement and color stand in stark contrast to the gray ruin outside. A sign hangs above the door, its message painted in many different alphabets: “Every basher is welcome here.”
Inside, the air is alive with sound and scent. Tales are boasted loudly over shared tables, voices rising in laughter and song, all in praise of the food. The pantry bustles with color bright posters plaster the walls, and the rich aroma of simmering soup and freshly baked bread clings warmly to the air. Strips of parchment, carefully folded into the shapes of flowers, adorn tables not already crowded with folk sharing pots of stew. For a moment, sheltered from Sigil’s cold rain and endless tension, the atmosphere feels genuinely welcoming almost defiantly so.

Menu
Breakfast

Sootbread Toast with Scraps Jam
Yesterday’s bread revived with a touch of toasting and smeared with a questionable fruit spread, heavy on the mystery berries.
Hard-Tack Porridge
Oats boiled to near-paste, sometimes featuring sweeteners like molasses or honey (if Allesha’s been lucky that week).
Mystery Egg Medley
A scrambled mess of “eggs” (source unspecified, but often avian) spiced with leftover herbs. Good luck guessing what kind they are today.

Lunch
Pigeon Stew with Wilted Greens
Tender bits of pigeon and barely identifiable greens floating in a thin, tomato-based broth. Comes with a side of stale crackers.
Tomato Soup Surprise
A generous pot of watery tomato soup, sometimes thickened with yesterday’s leftover porridge. The “surprise” is some days it might actually have flavour.
Panfried Rat & Root Hash
Seared rodent meat diced and mixed with tough root vegetables. Surprisingly hearty, if you don’t mind knowing the main ingredient squeaked its last just hours earlier.

Extras (if you’re lucky)
Twice-Baked Crusties
Hard bread slices baked again to crunchy perfection. Perfect for dipping or using as a makeshift weapon.
Pickled Slum Cabbage
A sharp, sour side dish fermented with vinegar and hope. Keeps the stomach occupied, if not happy.

Drinks
Vegetable Scraps Tea
Hot and earthy, with a suspiciously orange hue. Unlimited refills, because even Allesha can’t pawn off that much of it.
Herb-Infused Water
Boiled water steeped with whatever herbs are handy. Refreshing, with a side of “what’s-that-taste?” curiosity.

Dessert
Candied Squiggle Fruit (Seasonal)
Sticky chunks of something sweet, caramelised to disguise whatever it once was. Often a hit with the local street urchins.

Subject to change based on availability, whims of the Hive, and the occasional generous donation from a bashful merchant.
Note: Complaints about the menu (unless as part of a jolly song) will earn you a stern glare and a lecture from Allesha. Remember, beggars can’t be choosers—or gourmets.
 

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


On the way to Allesha's Mr. Black quizzes the mimir (and the two other locals) about what are some standard (not rude - if they exist) greetings when meeting a stranger and other valuable "small talk" slang.

When they arrive, as Mr. Black makes his way into the soup kitchen keeping a careful eye about for the berk they're looking for. He's already tucked his money away in various pockets and hidey-holes so as to not suffer the same fate from earlier in the night - despite the joyous mood, he's still carrying the lesson with him.

He's not really hungry, having eaten a short time ago but, it was trail rations and he's so tired of rations. The smell of the food is causing his mouth to water. Despite that, he circumvents the line to ask one of the servers,

"Well met, do yeh need a hand? I'm happy to help dole out some grub."

Mr. Black wants to hand out food. He figures it's a great and natural way to gather information as well as work on his Cant. He will do that for a long time before he sits to eat himself.

Diplomacy = +5
Gather Information =+5
Sense Motive: +4
 

Alleesha's Pantry
Mr. Black
The Mimir flies up to let out a greeting "Lady’s grace (exclamation) Hello, good day. Derives from: “There by the Lady’s Grace go I”, a poem praising the Lady for her portals and the Cage. The writer was found flayed, but still the saying caught on! There’s no accounting for taste."

The berk you’re after isn’t among the people in the common room. Still, you make yourself useful, helping serve food while others fill their bellies or trade bits of chant. You talk quietly with the patrons as Alleesha hustles through the kitchen, scraping together what she can to stretch her dwindling supplies into stew. The rain’s swelled her usual crowd, and your help earns you and your companions an offer of a place to kip once the night winds down. As the hours pass, you drop careful hints and ask after a bubbler in blue wizard’s robes. The chant comes slow, but after nearly two hours you get something; a barmy matching that description was seen at the Gatehouse night market, trying to win jink in a drinking contest and making a spectacle of himself.
As you piece it together, Alleesha leans close and whispers, “Careful who hears you asking. Lot of folk’ve been going missing.” It’s simple advice, but it feels earned and it leaves you with a cold certainty in your gut. You’re not the only one looking for Eliath and someone may not want you looking for him.
 


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


[Flashback](1)
Alleesha's Pantry
Mr. Black
The Mimir flies up to let out a greeting "Lady’s grace (exclamation) Hello, good day. Derives from: “There by the Lady’s Grace go I”, a poem praising the Lady for her portals and the Cage. The writer was found flayed, but still the saying caught on! There’s no accounting for taste."
Mr. Black notes the information then takes the mimir and hands it to the feathered warrior.

"It's best we keep this hidden if we want to blend in. Do you mind shoving it in your pack?"
[/Flashback]


“Careful who hears you asking. Lot of folk’ve been going missing.”
Mr. Black takes the warning seriously and ceases his subtle inquiries. He has an idea but seeing Luke taking a more direct tactic by approaching people, he notes that Mr. Cinder is being too subtle for what he wants to do next. However, he sees that his two other companions stick out like a sore thumb.

He brings them each a second helping of food and whispers,

"Hey, you two need to earn your keep. Start asking questions already."2

1. I'd asked the question in OOC thread to get a feeling for whether we should be carrying the mimir in plain sight and the answer makes me feel like we shouldn't - so please forgive the flashback. I'm going to give it to the warrior since he sticks out like a sore thumb anyways.

@Steve Gorak @InVinoVeritas Here's your chance to do something.

2. @OneCrappy DM Mr. Black is going to subtly overwatch to see who is watching the other two.
 
Last edited:

Wawaate regards the Mimir bemusedly, asking it, "Placing you in my pack will not be an affront to you, will it?" Regardless of the answer, he finds space for it in his backpack. He removes his gloves and places them on top of the Mimir, closes it, then removes the more oiled and padded cold weather gear and fashions a sort of pack cover around his gear.

As Alleesha drops her warning, Wawaate asks in return, "Who misses these other disappeared? Someone must care about all who go missing."
 

Remove ads

Top