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"Street's suit me fine, s'long as we're alone. Bar that there's the burnt-out district. Letting one empty hand slide out from his cloak, he gave a mock formal bow and indicated that Bartok may lead the way. Jack really did not want to fight someone like him, but there was no immediately...

Jack didn't move and kept his readied action. "A thousand pardons Bartok, but when burly people invite me out for a spot o' tea with some of their friends I tend to get a wee bit leery... Unpleasant childhood and all that"

Out of reflex and old habits, jack took a half step back and went into a slight crouch, his cloak covering where his hands were and what they held, if anything at all. His heart started beating much faster in a very short time. "Tiamat's balls, man... Don't startle the twitchy ones!" He made...

It didn't take much to make jack look like a commoner. His clothing was rather threadbare and simple, and with his shortsword in the bag of holding (his own, not the guild's), he really didn't stand out that much. Once in the vicinity of the shop, Jack took his leisurley time strolling around...

just waiting for Mike to post

"Arright, Tho I don't like someone knowin' us without us knowin' him beforehand... feeling up for a little snoopin' while I go take a look around the Crokus Chovey" "Crokus Chovey" is mid-19th cent. Thief's cant for a chemist's shop, or an alchemist's shop in this case ;)

Perception (1d20+9=10) Fail. On the way back, when there weren't too many people around, Jack filled Tulus in on the notes. The kid bumped into his injured shoulder. Jack was less than pleased. As the kid ran off, he shouted after him "'Ey Tosser! Watch who you run into, daft bugger..."...

I don't keep any platinum on my person, Josh. It's all in the guild sack which is locked up at home. I'll just assume he took 10 gp instead.

Actually, I was hoping you'd just go ask the guards a dumb question or trip or something so they'd look at you instead of the large scarab I was going to send up the wall to try and read the parchment from the ceiling. You know, subtle ;) And yeah, nice character name Josh... "Map Quest" :P

"Subtle, Tulus. Very [fornicating!] subtle. Jack ran his fingers through the stubble on his head. In his lifestyle, it didn't really matter how careful you are, word spread rather quickly. He gave up being surprised when people he never met knew his name, but it annoyed him nonetheless...

I'm assuming the note is not directed at us, but at the thief's club members. Stretching a bit, he let himself look around the bar, noting the parchement the Orc was looking at, and the two guards. Taking a bite of bread, he talked with his mouth full (under the assumption that listeners would...

Perception Check (1d20+9=20) Jack managed to spot and read the note as it fell to the ground. "Welp, if you're worried about complications, you might wanna skip the stew and get some more fiber... I don't want to endure another night of you with the Flamin' runs." He gave Tulus a wink...

So I split my fingernail & nail bed open pretty bad today... bled like crazy for a good 20 minutes. In other news, I got a whole 20 minute break today! yay!

Setting two sovereigns on the counter next to Bartok, Jack gave him a smile and said "A pint o' stout, loaf o' rye and a good bowl o' stew for me's a good start me friend!" Letting Tulus fend for himself, he nabbed his window seat, his Bug now watching the room behind him.

vs passive perception, I assume?

How much is a sovereign? Also, my thief's cant book has just been shipped... this is going to get interesting :P By the time we have our own group of minions I'll hopefully have a lexicon made to send to you guys Taking Tulus in stride, the two start making their way towards a reasonably nice...

So, while Mike and I have never cooked up an official backstory, we've both agreed that we've known each other since we were kids. I think it would be fair to say that our version of Thief's Cant is unique to us, and can be spoken and written (like any other language), and also hand signaled...

Jack let himself have a slight smile when he passed the smear on the wall, and quickly got out of the procession's way when it came by. Looking up at the fat cat being carried around, he returned his nod and muttered a quiet "Top o' the mornin' to you too." to himself. Waiting for his lackeys...

"Alrighty. I think I'll grab a bite o' somethin' hot down by the waterfront in a bit, see if anything be stirring up around there. I'll try and grab a window seat." Jack went back to his room and gathered his possessions up. After laying out his armour, his weapons and other gear jack opened...

next question! What if he's shooting fire at it while falling? (eldritch blast from the eyes, anyone? ;) )