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From humble beginnings...
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To Clete
You entered the room and noticed immediately two things: any ruse that this was a shoe shop was destroyed pretty much on entering and there was a man attempting to hide just to your left and slightly behind you, in other words, behind the door.
Keeping just inside the doorframe meant that if any trouble ensued you could easily duck out before you were trapped and the crossbowman across the street would need at least a second or two to realize what was going on and aim.
You threw the stocky little man some money and explained your purpose here; he deftly caught the two pieces and examined them. Not trusting to his eyes he bit into them and with some measure of surprise looked at them and then back at you and nodded his head before speaking.
"Whatever it be you do, it must pay well as these ain't no buttons. Aye Giblets, he's no Abram cove... though he may be if we take 'im to the Abbess, hehe."
At the mention of the word 'Giblets', the man behind the door steps into view and stands to the side. Impassionate and cold-eyed, he watches you with arms crossed and a 'don't mess with me or you'll find out why I'm called Giblets' kinda way.
"So, you want to know a bit about... who was it again? Me pony's a bit light on the plate, if ye know what I mean?"
And indeed you did, as you reached into your purse and tossed him another golden coin from it.
"What's a natty lad like you want with a cull like 'im?"
DM: He's not an old man. Just so you know, often a rogue will divulge information in the form of a conversation so the fact that he's asking you a question is merely a part of the process and not that he's avoiding telling you anything and waiting for more money. And if you're canny, you'll see he's already divulged something significant
You entered the room and noticed immediately two things: any ruse that this was a shoe shop was destroyed pretty much on entering and there was a man attempting to hide just to your left and slightly behind you, in other words, behind the door.
Keeping just inside the doorframe meant that if any trouble ensued you could easily duck out before you were trapped and the crossbowman across the street would need at least a second or two to realize what was going on and aim.
You threw the stocky little man some money and explained your purpose here; he deftly caught the two pieces and examined them. Not trusting to his eyes he bit into them and with some measure of surprise looked at them and then back at you and nodded his head before speaking.
"Whatever it be you do, it must pay well as these ain't no buttons. Aye Giblets, he's no Abram cove... though he may be if we take 'im to the Abbess, hehe."
At the mention of the word 'Giblets', the man behind the door steps into view and stands to the side. Impassionate and cold-eyed, he watches you with arms crossed and a 'don't mess with me or you'll find out why I'm called Giblets' kinda way.
"So, you want to know a bit about... who was it again? Me pony's a bit light on the plate, if ye know what I mean?"
And indeed you did, as you reached into your purse and tossed him another golden coin from it.
"What's a natty lad like you want with a cull like 'im?"
DM: He's not an old man. Just so you know, often a rogue will divulge information in the form of a conversation so the fact that he's asking you a question is merely a part of the process and not that he's avoiding telling you anything and waiting for more money. And if you're canny, you'll see he's already divulged something significant
To M'faro, Manzanita and Grenier
For a moment the leader goes slack-jawed and seems a bit paler but then his nimble-minded friend cuts in with a nudge and a whispered remark and they both scoff at you and the leader puts his boot on Manzanita's back and pushes her forward.
"Keeps yas traps shut or yah gonna be in tha stocks by nightfall."
DM: Aww, I really liked that bluff attempt and even gave you a +2 for M'faro's assist... sometimes the dice just suck. Blame BoxCar's
EDIT: DM: Oops, forgot to roll Listen checks. M'faro hears the whispered mans words as if a clarion was belting them out. Perhaps the wind was carrying the words directly to your ear? Whatever the case, you heard the following: "We was told there weren't no casters... they're lyin'."
For a moment the leader goes slack-jawed and seems a bit paler but then his nimble-minded friend cuts in with a nudge and a whispered remark and they both scoff at you and the leader puts his boot on Manzanita's back and pushes her forward.
"Keeps yas traps shut or yah gonna be in tha stocks by nightfall."
DM: Aww, I really liked that bluff attempt and even gave you a +2 for M'faro's assist... sometimes the dice just suck. Blame BoxCar's
EDIT: DM: Oops, forgot to roll Listen checks. M'faro hears the whispered mans words as if a clarion was belting them out. Perhaps the wind was carrying the words directly to your ear? Whatever the case, you heard the following: "We was told there weren't no casters... they're lyin'."
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To Garik
"Ok, ok, no need to get yerself fussed..."
The newcomer eyes the big sword still gripped and ready to use. He backs away a foot or two and puts up his hands defensively and to show he has no weapons.
"Ole McDuggen's jus' a lazy thief who'll look fer any excuse. He's always in 'ere 'causin' no end of troubles. I don't doubt tha bluffer'll be thinkin' ya did 'im a favour. See... he's already grinnin'."
For a moment you're confused as to what he's saying but when he points to the inn-keeper, you realize that he must be called 'Bluffer'. Bluffer nods as you look over and gives you an approving wink as he's busy cleaning out mugs. Before you are distracted by this guys speech, you notice that he calls over a wench and points you out.
"As fer me, I'm jus' a businessman, looking fer a partner. That coin there was a show of faith, seein' as I made a tidy sum off of you jus' now. I figure if youse willin' to fight again, I can arrange it an' we can be sharin' tha profits, eh? Whattya say?"
Just then the wench from the bar comes over and places a frothing tankard (you note that most people are drinking from mere mugs!) of ale and some cheese and bread on a plate. She gives you a coy nod and a courtsey before taking off.
The man notes her leaving by taking in the view from behind appreciatively.
"Caw, even Susi's got the likin' of yah!"
"Ok, ok, no need to get yerself fussed..."
The newcomer eyes the big sword still gripped and ready to use. He backs away a foot or two and puts up his hands defensively and to show he has no weapons.
"Ole McDuggen's jus' a lazy thief who'll look fer any excuse. He's always in 'ere 'causin' no end of troubles. I don't doubt tha bluffer'll be thinkin' ya did 'im a favour. See... he's already grinnin'."
For a moment you're confused as to what he's saying but when he points to the inn-keeper, you realize that he must be called 'Bluffer'. Bluffer nods as you look over and gives you an approving wink as he's busy cleaning out mugs. Before you are distracted by this guys speech, you notice that he calls over a wench and points you out.
"As fer me, I'm jus' a businessman, looking fer a partner. That coin there was a show of faith, seein' as I made a tidy sum off of you jus' now. I figure if youse willin' to fight again, I can arrange it an' we can be sharin' tha profits, eh? Whattya say?"
Just then the wench from the bar comes over and places a frothing tankard (you note that most people are drinking from mere mugs!) of ale and some cheese and bread on a plate. She gives you a coy nod and a courtsey before taking off.
The man notes her leaving by taking in the view from behind appreciatively.
"Caw, even Susi's got the likin' of yah!"
Manzanita
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Manzanita shakes her shoulders a bit & holds her head high, as though she didn't really feel the boot, though she gives M'faro a grateful smile at his defense.
we of elf blood are patient. This poor man is not evil, just weak. I will not fall to his level.
Tell me, do you perhaps work for our friend the lord mayor Veris Montaigne?
we of elf blood are patient. This poor man is not evil, just weak. I will not fall to his level.
Tell me, do you perhaps work for our friend the lord mayor Veris Montaigne?
Garik eyes the man warily, then moves to sheath his falchion after the man shows he has no weapons and if no one is threatening him any longer.
I am not a gladiator, so seek your fortune elsewhere, friend. These thieves picked the wrong mark, but they are not my concern. We should notify the town guard.
It is minions of the Old One that will taste my blade soon.
Suel of face, serpent of tongue. Best to beware, it is possible that this man sent these thieves himself to test me.
Garik lays the coins the on the table refusing them, but leaving them for the servant girl, and nods curtly as the woman delivers the frothing tankard.
I do not drink spirits, but thank you lady. However, I will partake of the cheese and bread....prophets bless me, I'm famished, and my companions are soon to return.
Garik assumes his seat, keeps one eye on this man and one on the door. He does not touch McDuggan.
I am not a gladiator, so seek your fortune elsewhere, friend. These thieves picked the wrong mark, but they are not my concern. We should notify the town guard.
It is minions of the Old One that will taste my blade soon.
Suel of face, serpent of tongue. Best to beware, it is possible that this man sent these thieves himself to test me.
Garik lays the coins the on the table refusing them, but leaving them for the servant girl, and nods curtly as the woman delivers the frothing tankard.
I do not drink spirits, but thank you lady. However, I will partake of the cheese and bread....prophets bless me, I'm famished, and my companions are soon to return.
Garik assumes his seat, keeps one eye on this man and one on the door. He does not touch McDuggan.
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Giblets and Henry
"Eh, let's cut the flash an' plainspeak. I gets tired of talkin' in code."
He looks to see if you know what he means and then continues.
"I don't much know why... he's always been a good sport, never hassled us, always paid up front an' kept his word, don't know of anyone after his blood, aside from maybe you. I did hear he was up to something though..."
By now, Giblets had moved away from his position of standing over you and had sat on a small wooden chair and leaned up against the wall. He was an ape of a man, with a high, sloping forehead, olive skin, a thick coating of body hair and the type of muscles that were hard rather than just bulky. But he also seemed sharp and on the ball and by his speech, of which you were now just hearing as he interrupted his partner, you'd guess he was an educated man.
"Was he not the one who had the magical device, Henry?"
The other man thought about this for a second and then clicked.
"Oh yeah, that... well, fer that, I'd need an extra helping on me plate, eh?"
You flip him another couple of coins and he neatly grabs them out of the air and pockets them without a second thought.
"There's a rumour that he's got a magical device of sorts. Something that allows rapid travel... yah see, he seems to get around... a lot... in fact... I heard he was only in Tenh only a few weeks ago when I also heard he was in Bissel at the same time."
His eyes were wide by the time he had said that and he licks his lips and nods his head as if to communicate to you that such is indeed a significant thing he said.
DM: That'd be your limit of five gold that you said you'd use. As for the rest, well, it's a roleplaying situation so ask it in character.
"Eh, let's cut the flash an' plainspeak. I gets tired of talkin' in code."
He looks to see if you know what he means and then continues.
"I don't much know why... he's always been a good sport, never hassled us, always paid up front an' kept his word, don't know of anyone after his blood, aside from maybe you. I did hear he was up to something though..."
By now, Giblets had moved away from his position of standing over you and had sat on a small wooden chair and leaned up against the wall. He was an ape of a man, with a high, sloping forehead, olive skin, a thick coating of body hair and the type of muscles that were hard rather than just bulky. But he also seemed sharp and on the ball and by his speech, of which you were now just hearing as he interrupted his partner, you'd guess he was an educated man.
"Was he not the one who had the magical device, Henry?"
The other man thought about this for a second and then clicked.
"Oh yeah, that... well, fer that, I'd need an extra helping on me plate, eh?"
You flip him another couple of coins and he neatly grabs them out of the air and pockets them without a second thought.
"There's a rumour that he's got a magical device of sorts. Something that allows rapid travel... yah see, he seems to get around... a lot... in fact... I heard he was only in Tenh only a few weeks ago when I also heard he was in Bissel at the same time."
His eyes were wide by the time he had said that and he licks his lips and nods his head as if to communicate to you that such is indeed a significant thing he said.
DM: That'd be your limit of five gold that you said you'd use. As for the rest, well, it's a roleplaying situation so ask it in character.
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Grenier
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As Manzanita speaks of Veris, Grenier casts her a sharp look, and within the cover of his hood he puts a finger to his closed lips. He then comes next to Manzanita and wipes the dirt off of her back.
"Just cleaning off the dirt."
Grenier says to the guards and Manzanita.
"Nearly there we are, it's just that building there."
Pointing to the Ardent.
"Just cleaning off the dirt."
Grenier says to the guards and Manzanita.
"Nearly there we are, it's just that building there."
Pointing to the Ardent.
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