Fall of the Broken

[OnlytheStrong]

Unless you are looking to find a short life, you best be on your way. Olot growls as he steps in front of Frundor. I do not feel like claiming heads today, but that does not mean I will not. BEGONE!

*post edited to include a roll*

[sblock=intimidate if needed]
http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1328471 It's a 28. Good first roll![/sblock]

 

[Voda Vosa]

Frumbor makes as if he tries to stop his huge friend, taking the arm which Olot uses to hold his greataxe.
"Easy my friend, you have already eat today..." he says in a loud enough voice for the people to hear. Then turning to them, he adds "I suggest you go... Sometimes I can´t control him."

[sblock=Bluff if need] http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1328581
A 17, pretty good. [/sblock]

 

[mcnathan80]

Hashkavak was eager to get home, after a tense diplomatic mission in Aundaire he was defintiely looking forward to some well earned R & R, A hearty Tribex stew and maybe even take in a show in Middle Menthis. At the very least he was eager to share of the success of his mission to bring a Riedran importing company operating in Fairhaven under closer scrutiny of the city watch to the Kalashtar elders "They'll definitely have a harder time shipping Adarian slaves to Darguun now" he thought with a wry grin. Coming to his apartment in Overlook he saw the note tacked to his door. "Hello, what do we have here?" He says to himself, opening the note.

Dear friend,
Though you and I have never before met, I beseech you to help me. Whether you trust me or not I hope you will give me the chance to talk to you about this matter; this matter I assure you, is not a trivial one.
Hopefully, my letter has convinced you. Meet me in the Gilded Cup; I will know you when you arrive.
M

"Ah the Gilded Cup, haven't been there in a while, I hope the are still serving that delicious leek and pawldo soup. I would certainly rather dine on that then more taslek broth," the thought of another bland meal of broth and water drawing a scowl from the normally exuberant Kalashtar. "Well, sooner begun sooner done," he thinks to himself setting off for the Gilded Cup, tipping a slight bow to a pair of Adarian maidens on the way and whistling a jaunty tune while stepping into some of the more subtle movements of the Path of Shadows.

[sblock=OOC] Is there a rogue's gallery we should post our chars up at?[/sblock]

 

[OnlytheStrong]

They test my patience, friend. I suggest you let go of my arm, or I will have to kill them left-handed. The cold tone in Olot's voice showed Frundor that he was not bluffing in the least.

 

[Need_A_Life]

Finn Kincadd has no problem finding the inn, which is located in Upper Menthis, the home of the richest and most powerful people in Sharn. As you reach the gates to the quarter, you see two finely dressed members of the Sharn Watch stopping almost everyone - though you note a few people being let through without question.
As you approach the gates, it quickly becomes apparent that they are asking people for their Identification Papers and business in the quarter.

((I assume you'll proceed to the gates, let me know if you don't))

"Sir, may we see your papers?" An arrogant guard asks you as he looks at your courtiers outfit in something reminiscent of disgust. Obviously, he is used to dealing with people a fair bit above your social class.



Meredith you see the half-elf smile broadly, as he picks up the scent of gold. "Why, of course, lassie. I can bring ya ther' in but a blink o' the eye. 'course I don't usually go ther', but then again my customers aren't usually as rich as you must be?"



Olot and Frumbor you both seem to make quite an impression on the commoners around you. You can almost taste the fear of the citizens around you, though the elven Watch Guard that is pushed forward looks almost pleased at being the closest person to you; even as this puts him at a distance of 20ft. from you.
"In the name of the Law, I request that you cease your threatening of this towns citizens. You will not like the alternative."



Hashkavak you arrive to Upper Menthis Quarter reaching a not-too long line to enter. While you know it is not unusual to check people being let into the homes of the rich and powerful, the waiting is not exactly comfortable. Rich people, apparently, have no problem pushing people aside. And thus, you only make slow progress through the mass of people until you end up behind a person (Finn Kincadd) as he is asked to hand over his papers and state his business.

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OOC: Heh, this should all be fun.
Also, I have just created a rogue gallery thread. Feel free to use it (not mandatory, if you don't want to, of course).

 

[OnlytheStrong]

HAHAHAHA! Your law means nothing to me. If that was a threat tiny guardsman, then you must learn to do better! However, I will cease since we have business in this town. Olot ignores the guard completely and whispers to Frundor, Your move. I shall follow your lead, but do know that a fight now would make business alittle harder. I do not think we could fight the entire town.

 

[Zurai]

Finn Kincadd, Human Swordsage

Finn Kincadd has no problem finding the inn, which is located in Upper Menthis, the home of the richest and most powerful people in Sharn. As you reach the gates to the quarter, you see two finely dressed members of the Sharn Watch stopping almost everyone - though you note a few people being let through without question.
As you approach the gates, it quickly becomes apparent that they are asking people for their Identification Papers and business in the quarter.

((I assume you'll proceed to the gates, let me know if you don't))

[sblock=OOC for Needs_A_Life] Actually, Finn was already in Upper Menthis. The Golden Horn, the inn he's staying at, is located in the University District. I figured with him being so focused on stories, the University District would be the logical place for him to lodge. Especially with the presence of Flamewind. Still, I'll assume Finn encounters said gate at some point in his walk to the Gilded Cup, just for simplicity's sake. Oh, and I forgot to add Identification and Travel papers onto his character sheet, but Finn would no sooner travel without papers than he would travel naked. In fact, he'd probably have at least two sets of papers, for different identities. I hope it's not too much of a problem for me to add those (I left gold on his character sheet because I knew there'd be something I was forgetting...). I'll assume that's OK just to keep things moving. We can roll it as a bluff or diplomacy if you decide no.[/sblock]

"Sir, may we see your papers?" An arrogant guard asks you as he looks at your courtiers outfit in something reminiscent of disgust. Obviously, he is used to dealing with people a fair bit above your social class.

Finn smiles brilliantly at the guard and produces his Identification and Travel papers, as well as the note from this morning, with a flourish. "Of course my good man! Here are my papers, and here is the reason I'm visiting this fine section of your beautiful city; my reputation has preceeded me and a benefactor left this message for me overnight, telling me to come to the Gilded Cup to meet them." Finn continues to smile at the guard as his papers are inspected.


Bluff +4, Diplomacy +7, if needed

 

[Scribbler]

"Well, I'm surprised to hear that. I thought skycoaches served mostly the wealthy citizens--although I suppose everyone needs to use them from time to time. Getting around this city by walking could take a while.

"Ah, yes--take me there then, please sir."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"These people gather here, with hostile intentions, I must assure my own good, and my partners one, so, we used words insted of weapons, to make them stay away. Then you came and misunderstood everything, Typical." Emitting a short laugh, Frundor starts walking toward the guard. "May be you could give us some directions, since these" he give a depreciative glance at the crowd "were unable to do so"

OOC: Bluf if need ( http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=1330579 )

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Aye, we do need directions. Olot was slightly disappointed. He loved to fight, but understood that they didn't need the guard breathing down their necks (or taking their heads). He slumped back against the wall, making himself seem relaxed. He couldn't help but think of what it would be like, drinking a mage armor potion and wading into the idiotic guards. He could imagine the look on the face of that mouthy guard as his axe buried into his chest. Maybe he had gold on him? He shook the thoughts away and turned his attention back to the little situation Frundor and him were in.