Deuce Traveler
Adventurer
Since sewer workers had already retrieved and burned the bodies, Gunzuul only spends 25gp to put up a bunch of colored rocks and an engraved sign post to serve as a memorial in a cemetery in the slums.
The two rounds of large drinks for his new friends cost him another 4gp and 8sp over at Abe's Pub. The patrons, fellow sewer rats, thieves, and other never-do-wells ask why your clothes are dirty with sludge and blood and why you smell like the sewers. When you tell proudly tell them your tale of adventure, one of them rings a hanging cowbell and says something to the bartender.
The terrifyingly muscular Maggot, the half-orc owner-bartender-bouncer smiles (or part-smiles, part-grimaces because of the scar along her face) of the joint shouts out "Oy! Everyone, we have a new group of Sewer Rats who just got the cherries busted! The next round of drinks are on the house, and someone be sure to bring another round to the broken-in rookies!"
A third, free round is brought to you and people demand that you share your stories. Gunzuul meets one of the administrators who asks him several brief personal questions about things like the proper way to spell his name and age, and then promises that he'll find himself on the rosters by the afternoon. The rest of the party is familiar to most at the pub, and there is much backslapping and swapping of stories. It seems last night was a busy night for a lot of the Rats, and some had their own encounters with mutated beasts, though not so many as you had.
After a fun night with the fellows, the team agrees to meet up at the pub again after a couple of days of rest and shopping for new equipment. During that time, Pickwick makes some house calls, ensuring each of his companions is fully healed from injuries they sustain. (Everyone restored to full hit points, spells prepared and make any purchases you want with the gold you have left for any item in the 3.5 PHB).
Hardnose spends 5gp on a local halfling flower girl in the main market, who hands him a bouquet of white flowers. He brings them to Miss Artemesia in her office while she was furiously filling out paperwork. She said in surprise, "Thank you. It's been quite some time since someone has gotten me flowers. I passed on your report to Sir Silvershield, our boss and Sherriff of the Sewers. He was very impressed and I believe he may have a special assignment for you soon." She put the white flowers in a brown, clay vase and placed them in the corner of her desk, which brightened up the otherwise busied workspace. Before he left, Hardnose noticed that both the black and the red chess boards look to have advanced by a couple moves on each.
When the team meets once more in front of the pub right before the start of the evening, the men look ready and rested. Before they can walk in, Needles feels a slight tug on his belt pouch. Looking down he finds a dwarven hand on his money pouch. The hand itself is connected to a red-faced dwarf. "Oy! Ok, you caught me!"
A rare miracle happens as a human city guard just happened to pass by this certain ill-reputed neighborhood and this ill-time. "And what do we have here? 'Happy' Fingerfilcher? Up to no good again, I see!"
The dwarf sighs in frustration, takes out a badge and a piece of paper with a stamp, and says, "Look, I've got my thieving license and badge right here. I've got permission to work this part of the city, as you can see if you read the darn thing, and so it's all legit."
"Yes, but this is the second time you've been caught this week and third time you've been caught in a month. One more time this month and you'll lose your thieving license. One more this week, and the guild won't put you on probation, but instead will kick you out. Let's go to the station so I can take a statement and then escort you to the Guild."
"Ack! It's just my luck, it is. I'm cursed. It'll be a tightening of the belt for a little while and my lady is going to be in a fierce temper, I reckon. Hey! Sewer Rats! No hard feelings or anything, right? I couldn't help myself, but I was supposed to pass you a message. Sir Silvershield told me to go to the pub and find you. He wants to see you right away for a sewer job involving me guild." After passing his message, the dwarf is led away.
OOC: Sir Silvershield's office is in a government building near the city center. I'll give players a chance to adjust their gold and make purchases and then we'll continue with Chapter 2: The Goblin Auction.
The two rounds of large drinks for his new friends cost him another 4gp and 8sp over at Abe's Pub. The patrons, fellow sewer rats, thieves, and other never-do-wells ask why your clothes are dirty with sludge and blood and why you smell like the sewers. When you tell proudly tell them your tale of adventure, one of them rings a hanging cowbell and says something to the bartender.
The terrifyingly muscular Maggot, the half-orc owner-bartender-bouncer smiles (or part-smiles, part-grimaces because of the scar along her face) of the joint shouts out "Oy! Everyone, we have a new group of Sewer Rats who just got the cherries busted! The next round of drinks are on the house, and someone be sure to bring another round to the broken-in rookies!"
A third, free round is brought to you and people demand that you share your stories. Gunzuul meets one of the administrators who asks him several brief personal questions about things like the proper way to spell his name and age, and then promises that he'll find himself on the rosters by the afternoon. The rest of the party is familiar to most at the pub, and there is much backslapping and swapping of stories. It seems last night was a busy night for a lot of the Rats, and some had their own encounters with mutated beasts, though not so many as you had.
After a fun night with the fellows, the team agrees to meet up at the pub again after a couple of days of rest and shopping for new equipment. During that time, Pickwick makes some house calls, ensuring each of his companions is fully healed from injuries they sustain. (Everyone restored to full hit points, spells prepared and make any purchases you want with the gold you have left for any item in the 3.5 PHB).
Hardnose spends 5gp on a local halfling flower girl in the main market, who hands him a bouquet of white flowers. He brings them to Miss Artemesia in her office while she was furiously filling out paperwork. She said in surprise, "Thank you. It's been quite some time since someone has gotten me flowers. I passed on your report to Sir Silvershield, our boss and Sherriff of the Sewers. He was very impressed and I believe he may have a special assignment for you soon." She put the white flowers in a brown, clay vase and placed them in the corner of her desk, which brightened up the otherwise busied workspace. Before he left, Hardnose noticed that both the black and the red chess boards look to have advanced by a couple moves on each.
When the team meets once more in front of the pub right before the start of the evening, the men look ready and rested. Before they can walk in, Needles feels a slight tug on his belt pouch. Looking down he finds a dwarven hand on his money pouch. The hand itself is connected to a red-faced dwarf. "Oy! Ok, you caught me!"
A rare miracle happens as a human city guard just happened to pass by this certain ill-reputed neighborhood and this ill-time. "And what do we have here? 'Happy' Fingerfilcher? Up to no good again, I see!"
The dwarf sighs in frustration, takes out a badge and a piece of paper with a stamp, and says, "Look, I've got my thieving license and badge right here. I've got permission to work this part of the city, as you can see if you read the darn thing, and so it's all legit."
"Yes, but this is the second time you've been caught this week and third time you've been caught in a month. One more time this month and you'll lose your thieving license. One more this week, and the guild won't put you on probation, but instead will kick you out. Let's go to the station so I can take a statement and then escort you to the Guild."
"Ack! It's just my luck, it is. I'm cursed. It'll be a tightening of the belt for a little while and my lady is going to be in a fierce temper, I reckon. Hey! Sewer Rats! No hard feelings or anything, right? I couldn't help myself, but I was supposed to pass you a message. Sir Silvershield told me to go to the pub and find you. He wants to see you right away for a sewer job involving me guild." After passing his message, the dwarf is led away.
OOC: Sir Silvershield's office is in a government building near the city center. I'll give players a chance to adjust their gold and make purchases and then we'll continue with Chapter 2: The Goblin Auction.
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