D&D 5E Greenmtn's Planescape Game IC

[Greenmtn]

Smoldering Corpse Bar

As the bartender, who after a few moments in the bar you would noticed is referred to by others as Barkis, turns and grabs the bottle of brown liquid you notice the blackened leather strap covering his left eye. As he pours two short metal cups of the booze he listens to your chant with a growing smirk on his face.

"A real cutter'd know the dark of old' Ingus there. Ain't moved from that spot long as I been here. Tried burnin' down the whole of the Hive he did. This is his punishment, cursed with being part of the plane o fire forever." He sets the cups down in front of Ezra "At'll be 4 copper. You come to a place keep you busy til yer in the Dead Book Berk. Ya rattle yer bone box to the wrong cutter that might be quicker than you might like." His tone is more one of an experienced warning than a condescending comment.

[sblock=Ashir]As you think back to the night you can't think of any reason for your headache. You remember seeing a Gith who when you approached him to talk looked you over and gave you a look that made it clear he wasn't interested. Talking with an old man named Meir'am about his fish and listening to stories of traveling the planes by a strange man who was semi-transparent and claimed that he was stuck like that from an accident in the plane of shadow. This headache is different than any hangover you have ever had, it seems to move as your head does,
almost like it is coming from something outside of you, and what ever part of your head is closest to it's source is where it hurts.[/sblock]

 

[Breeyark]

Ezra places 4 bits on the bar slowly, then after a slight pause, puts out 2 more and asks Barkis:

“If you don’t mind me askin, how’d you loose the peeper?”


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[blaststeel]

Not caring either way. the question about extra deaders has Ashir stumped. He about to say similar words of wisdom to what Barkis has said but wisdom not really his thing. He bobbles his head nodding agreement rather oddly but not out of place. Barkis and Ezra Graymore talk seems to have put the bartender in a good mood and he hopes the comment about the peeper doesn't sour the Barkis the bartender. Ashir just assumed Barkis still has both eyes and was wearing a patch to keep his night vision for below deck. Which does not make much sense in the well it bar.. or does it?

DM- Ashir is nodding his head to try and locate the source of this external head pain. Clearly there something but is it an object, a person of thing within the room? Is it outside? Perhaps its the bond or ward keeping the plane of fire linked to this Ingus?
Ashir waiting to see what Barkis says before he will nudge him further by saying “Tellin us about yourself and your peepers patch before we in the dead book.”

Then less loudly so maybe only the bartender and Esra can hear, “Wouldn't know which boots be interested in deaders ... or who be losing money to an influx o' deaders of late?”
Ashir rather not end up dead himself and feels this has all the fixing of maybe worth finding out about before it comes in with a bad tide.

 

[Deus Machina]

Leau blinks at the modron. Even for those types, this one is odd. He glances up from him to the Hall of Records and decides short-term goals, such as a place out of the bustle and a meal, are a more pressing matter. A finger twists one of his braids thoughtfully. At least Lex seems more harmless than anything else in the city. "Yyyeah, okay. Will there be food?"

 

[Greenmtn]

Smoldering Corpse Bar

At the question about his eye Barkis first looks angry, they seeing the extra coin on the bar he gives a little shrug.
"The Dark of it is longer and more expensive if you want me to ignore paying customers to tell it. But I'll tell you it's a reminder never to make a deal with a Devil."

He pauses for a moment and leans in when Ashir asks about the deaders. He is about to speak when he stops to wave away a harlot that was coming up behind you"If you want the Dark on deaders you gotta find a collector of a Dusty but I can tell you this. I could give you names, but my memory isn't what it could be." Barkis moves on to another customer down the bar.

OOC: You would both know that Dusty is a nickname for the Dustmen who have a rather morbid outlook on life and run the mortuary in the city which is located here in the hive. Collecters are hive citizens, poor and desperate enough that they walk around collecting dead bodies out of the street and delivering them to the mortuary. As with many in the Hive they take to banding together in groups Ashir - Go to Coyotecode.net/roll and put in the information for a Investigation check, put the link to the result in your next post and I will tell you what you figure out nodding your head. Lex - As you look to Leau and step towards him your headache seems to move to the back of your head and lessen slightly.

 

[mike peabody]

Lex remains literally motionless, staring sweetly but blankly, fingers pointed like a pair of pistols in a bank heist. Just before it gets TOO weird, he seems to snap to and opens up his arms and expression to Leau, clapping his metal palms together and chuckling.

"That is exactly what I love about you all, the eating! Tell me, how are you at staying extremely quiet?"

 

[mike peabody]

*Interrupts Leau at the beginning of his response*

"Another thing I would like to know is if you would be so kind as to tell me if I have been stabbed. I am experiencing a sensation in what you would call the 'brain' that is not altogether pleasant and, owing to my unique construction, I am unable to view that part of myself to confirm my condition. I had thought I could reach it but, in case you were unaware, some weapons are very small and cannot normally be found in a routine search. Though I am a highly skilled detective, the peculiar nature of this sensation means that I should seek outside consult prior to the next tier of investigative action; namely, removing my ocular apparati by hand and extracting the contents of my casing, slowly and methodically, searching for defects. It is a procedure I have been told is startling and capable, according to one viewer, of making one , 'totally lose their lunch.' While I do not see the connection between basic self-biopsy and the risk of sudden meal unavailability, since you have indicated interest in eating or at least having food available, it seemed reasonable to ask this favor prior to its acquisition so that you do not lose ownership of your lunch, by whatever means. To be clear, do you think me pulling out my eyes would somehow cause you, personally, to forget where you put whatever it was you were eating? Or would it be seized by some specialist collections agent? Either situation would be terrible for you, since you need food to live, and I would be very sorry."

 

[Greenmtn]

OOC: Should Leau investigate he will find no weapons sticking out of the Modron which i am assuming is box shaped.

 

[Breeyark]

Ezra seems impassive to the warning issued by Barkis, but makes no further inquiries into his eyepatch or slanders against the patrons. He shifts in his seat slightly and maybe trying to gain a view of behind him in the reflection of the bottles, just in case.

He takes a long drag off his hand-rolled smoke and exhales a short breath and a thin ring billowing into the air above the bar.

He turns to the bartender, intent on saying something, then stops. He turns back to the bottles and says: “What’s a good libation for memory anyhow? Is it that silver one there, or is it something in the gold variety?”

 

[Greenmtn]

Smoldering Corpse Bar

"You two don't look like Bleakers but your mad as one if you think you can clean up the Hive. Who knows, maybe you can do some good." Barkis looks around before reaching under the bar, seemingly content that no one is watching as he produces a polished horn of some kind with a cork in one end. Pooring two glasses of a golden colored liquid into the metal mugs in front of the two of you before hiding the horn away again.

"Ol' Candrian over theres a real Cutter, member o' the Planeswalkers. When he heard about me eye he brought this, said it was from Ysgard, best bub I ever had. The glass is on the house. You ever find a devil looks like one of the Dusties zombies, but with life in his eyes. Pen him in the dead book, come back here and we can finish the horn over the story of my eye."

[sblock=Ezra]You don't see anything that worries you in the reflections of the bottles, focusing on the sounds of the bar you hear a debate about if "Powers" are real or not, someone making money turning in rat tails, a Harlot haggling price with a potential customer, someone telling a story about how they got "Iron toes", a female voice worries about a husband who recently became ill, complaints about Hardheads all mingling in with the drink orders[/sblock]