Fists of the Long Death

[Ra'Faz]

<Attempt to clear my throat>

Bowing out of respect

"Grandmaster Amir.....I'm not sure how to tell you. Can you tell me of Tradition? How is one to duel in the monastery? Seems the title of novice has been casted onto me. I wish to shed this title."

Glances around

"Grandmaster forgive me if I broken tradition or some sort of code I'm not aware of." I want to be able to come to the monestary and train.........but I feel the only I can is to kill someone. "

Looks into Grandmaster Amirs eyes

"That someone who only has a right hand....I carry his left hand in my pack. It reminds me what I have learned my first night here."

Adjusting my pack on my side

 

[The Thayan Menace]

Flamerule 23 (Evening)

[As always, the Grandmaster speaks to you in Rashemi.]

Grandmaster Amir smiles at you with his rotten teeth.

"Do not trouble yourself Ra'Faz. You have already proven yourself more worthy of our traditions than most of the bretheren in the Order."

He pauses for a moment to rub his eyes.

"Tariq violated our code when he challenged you to the death. It is forbidden for us to kill one another, unless it is during a direct challenge for leadership of the organization."

The Grandmaster takes out a long-stemmed pipe and leisurely fills it with tobacco.

"You, my friend, are no novice."

He lights his pipe with a tindertwig and proceeds to take a few puffs of acrid smoke.

"Nonetheless, I will not tolerate disorder in this cell. All grudge matches are supervised by me. Do not simply call someone out ... ever again."

Grandmaster Amir takes a few more puffs of smoke from his pipe, then continues to lecture you.

"I cannot afford to lose capable soldiers over petty arguments. You will treat Tariq with respect and cease your vendetta against him immediately. Tariq has agreed to do the same with you, and he offers you a token of his fealty."

"Here, hold out your hand."

 

[Ra'Faz]

Glances at my pack

I thrust out my right hand.

 

[The Thayan Menace]

Flamerule 23 (Evening)

Grandmaster Amir hands you a moist pulpy chunk of flesh ....

[Make a DC 5 Heal check.]

The Grandmaster draws another puff from his pipe and looks you straight in the eyes.

"Are matters settled Brother Ra'Faz?"

 

[Ra'Faz]

[Heal check 12]

{{What is it?}}

{It looks like a tounge, if it is...}

"Hummm....Yes Grandmaster, matters are settled."

 

[The Thayan Menace]

Flamerule 23 (Evening)

[Yes, it is a severed tongue.]

The Grandmaster flashes you another decayed smile; smoke slowly wafts through his putrid teeth.

"Good ...."

He then turns his back to you, and walks towards the monastery.

 

[Ra'Faz]

Looks at the Grandmaster walking away...

"Lets go celebrate Ra'Faz"

I head to the outter walls of Bezantur.....Before I leave I use my hat of Disguise to dress like an old man with rotten teeth. Wearing a old cloak with holes. I walk with a limp.

{{I placed the tounge in my pack, wraped in a piece of cloth. The same cloth as the severd hand}}

 

[The Thayan Menace]

Flamerule 23 (Evening)

I head to the outer walls of Bezantur.

1. Which section of town are you going to? North, East, or West?

2. Are you staying inside the city, or do you intend to go outside the walls?

 

[Ra'Faz]

{{Singing the Funky town beat}}

Take me to Shanttytown!!!

I head to the North wall. the far East gate of the north wall. To a place called Shanttytown. I will be going outside of the walls.

 

[The Thayan Menace]

Flamerule 23 (Evening)

[Make a DC 10 Knowledge (Thay) check, with a +2 bonus.]

[Make another DC 15 Knowledge (Thay) check, with no bonus.]