D&D 5E Greenmtn's Planescape Game IC
Mordigaarz seems to be trying to weight the options at first, not fully trusting the situation.
He breaks out all of the sudden in a fit of laughter before putting his sword away and placing a chain around Shadowknaves neck. "Blarmy as Slaadi."
Shadowknave looks incredulously at Sir Reginald. "Is it really the laws of Sigil to steal all a mans things and hand him over to a crazy man!?" The fear in his eyes is evident, he's pleading. His facial expression changes however as Mordigaarz fist catches him in the chin, nearly knocking him from his feet.
"Bonebox closed. Get the dark from you we will. Where put you after depend on you answers." Mordigaarz turns and faces Lex as he starts walking towards the door. "Good chaos. Favor to repay have I."
He breaks out all of the sudden in a fit of laughter before putting his sword away and placing a chain around Shadowknaves neck. "Blarmy as Slaadi."
Shadowknave looks incredulously at Sir Reginald. "Is it really the laws of Sigil to steal all a mans things and hand him over to a crazy man!?" The fear in his eyes is evident, he's pleading. His facial expression changes however as Mordigaarz fist catches him in the chin, nearly knocking him from his feet.
"Bonebox closed. Get the dark from you we will. Where put you after depend on you answers." Mordigaarz turns and faces Lex as he starts walking towards the door. "Good chaos. Favor to repay have I."
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mike peabody
First Post
*Watches Modrigaarz leave; turns to group, slowly, with open-mouthed smile, thumb extended upward*
Deus Machina
First Post
Leau watches after the Chaosmen, shaking his head. "I'm not feeling great about this, all around. I'm really not sure that 'escort' counts as letting him go safe." He lifts a hand to scratch at the back of his neck with a sigh. "Still guess it's better than letting him run off to tell his leads. Or figure something new out."
mike peabody
First Post
"That is a positive view, Leau, and I am pleased that you entertain it. Winning smile!"
Good Morning, loose ends
With the group remaining in the ruined building a smoke comes in through a gap under the rotting door. It smells of very hot fire and molten metal, the distant noises of the smiths and factories can be heard in the uncomfortable silence of the room.
The path ahead is not clear. The Chaosmen seem to have taken the killer to do with what they will and the implications are that the Dustmen are up to something dark.
Fradak seems to have traded one dark evil place for a darker place with it's own set of problems but takes comfort in the absence of any signs of slavery.
Leau finds himself increasingly wary of this places politics.
Lex has yet to find the person he is looking for.
Sir Reginald wonders if law was served by his current actions.
The silence is broken by the creaking of the door as it opens. A box shaped cheature much like Lex opens the door, looks around, takes a step inside the mechanical sounds of it's movement the only sounds it makes as it turns as if to leave.
With the group remaining in the ruined building a smoke comes in through a gap under the rotting door. It smells of very hot fire and molten metal, the distant noises of the smiths and factories can be heard in the uncomfortable silence of the room.
The path ahead is not clear. The Chaosmen seem to have taken the killer to do with what they will and the implications are that the Dustmen are up to something dark.
Fradak seems to have traded one dark evil place for a darker place with it's own set of problems but takes comfort in the absence of any signs of slavery.
Leau finds himself increasingly wary of this places politics.
Lex has yet to find the person he is looking for.
Sir Reginald wonders if law was served by his current actions.
The silence is broken by the creaking of the door as it opens. A box shaped cheature much like Lex opens the door, looks around, takes a step inside the mechanical sounds of it's movement the only sounds it makes as it turns as if to leave.
Li Shenron
Legend
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I am and will be still here, hoping that someone else would take action because right now it just feels like Sir Reginald has nothing to do but to return to his own errands.
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The odd Modron stops in the doorway, turns, walks back to Lex, taps three times on his forehead and looks around at the others in the room.
"Is this one awake or still connected to Primus?" The modron seems slightly confused as to if it is talking to Lex or the rest of you.
"I am Click Clack. Please answer the inquiry."
