[GRIM TALES] Wulf Ratbane's SLAVELORDS of CYDONIA

[ragboy]

"That's a yank for you" mutters Haskins, "borrow a tobacco pouncand returns it empty"

Correction: Rawley will share the info, liquor and tobacco with whomever wants it.

"Haskins!" Rawley calls as he reenters the tent. He pitches the pouch to the sergeant. "Take what you need."

 

[Fenris]

"Thanks Sutton" says Haskins snatching the pouch out of the air. When his turn comes for Brigetta to tend to his wounds, and is therefore close to him, he will have a quiet conversation. "Well Ms. Nielson. We appear at a crux. You hired me to lead you and your chosen men into this valley and get you out. It appears we can leave now, IF you leave that bloody stone behind. But you hired me, I will do as you desire. But we don't appear to have much to gain here. Whatever you sought to acquire, or to learn will be taken by Dr, Parthenis or his unsavory acquaintance. I see little reaosn for us to stay."

 

[Old One]

Brigitta

Brigitta looks up from her work and nods slowly, a pensive look on her face.

"You are correct, Mr. Haskins...our prize has been whisked from our grasp and is now part of something much larger and I dare say, much more valuable. I have a feeling that something very important is going to happen here soon...Dr. Parthenis and the greedy Mr. Malouz are dealing with things they don't fully comprehend...something fueled by...magic."

She pauses and glances at Joshua.

"I suggest we keep a low profile, rest and recuperate while keeping a vigilant watch on both our new "friends" and the surrounding area. I don't want us to be suprised by whatever comes next. I am preparing a little suprise for our "friends" that should give us an advantage if necessary, but I don't want to use it unless absolutely necessary. Let's give it two or three days and see what develops...does that sound reasonable?"

She glances around at her companions, waiting...

~ OO

[OOC: Wulf, I am attempting to craft a fairly powerful paralytic poison that can either be mixed with the water supply or cooked food (DEX or DEX/CON). I am trying to make it as undetectible as possible. I can hit a DC 22 Craft Poison with "take 10", but don't know what kind of DC/time requirements you want to assign.]

 

[nakia]

I think our top priority now should be to find out as much as we can about what that stone, door, and strange temple are. Maybe there are local legends or something that the Sutu can tell us. Maybe we can chat up Parenthis and/or Fat Boy with Fedora. Maybe we can volunteer to go on a supply run back to the Sutu village.

Teddy can still try to sneak around at night, but I don't want to unilaterally do something that could get us all in trouble without the group's consent.

 

[Hjorimir]

Bill will busy himself with checking the group’s firearms ensuring they are all in proper working order. One cannot help but notice his obvious skill as he quickly dismantles one fire arm at a time and checks every part with expertise before putting it back together again.

Finishing with that chore, he saunters off to the camp of hired guns. “Howdy, neighbors. S’ben a boring day. Any y’all interested in a friendly game of cards?” Taking a glance behind him, back at his companions, “Oh, dem? Naw, they’re just a job. Too stuffy for my tastes really.”

OOC: Assuming Bill gets a game going, he will not cheat, but he won’t lose either. As opportunity permits he will glance about for any lose papers or maps that might indicate what they are up to. This includes papers that may be hanging out of pockets. Bill has very quick hands.

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

[OOC: Wulf, I am attempting to craft a fairly powerful paralytic poison that can either be mixed with the water supply or cooked food (DEX or DEX/CON). I am trying to make it as undetectible as possible. I can hit a DC 22 Craft Poison with "take 10", but don't know what kind of DC/time requirements you want to assign.]

Based on what you have with you in your medical kit and herbal kit, your best bet is chloral hydrate:

Chloral hydrate Ingested, Save DC18, 1d6 Dex/Unconsciousness 1d3 hours, Craft DC28, Craft time: 8 hr.

OOC: Assuming Bill gets a game going, he will not cheat, but he won’t lose either. As opportunity permits he will glance about for any lose papers or maps that might indicate what they are up to. This includes papers that may be hanging out of pockets. Bill has very quick hands.

Good idea not to cheat, since your total Gamble bonus is just +1.

After gambling for a while you're up just a little bit. (You are gambling for pesos, the only currency common to everyone.)

None of the hired guns have any loose papers hanging around, but you do notice that Sabib (as he wanders around the camp) is constantly whipping out his notebook, making furtive notes, and then hiding it away again.

Teddy can still try to sneak around at night, but I don't want to unilaterally do something that could get us all in trouble without the group's consent.

That's not how it would happen in the movie script. In the movie, Teddy would sneak out and unilaterally do something that could get you all in trouble. But you can play it safe if you wanna.

 

[nakia]

That's not how it would happen in the movie script. In the movie, Teddy would sneak out and unilaterally do something that could get you all in trouble. But you can play it safe if you wanna.

Is the GM trying to goad me? Fine, I am taking the bait.

Teddy will spend the first couple of nights wandering around after dinner, trying to get a feel for the routine of the camp. He's not really hiding at this point. He's just a big man who is restless and bored. In fact, he'll pitch in if there are any manual labor chores to be done. Are there guards on any tents? Where is Malouz's tent in relation to the camp and our tent? Is there a guard or patrol schedule that Teddy can discern? When does fat boy retire?

 

[Hjorimir]

Good idea not to cheat, since your total Gamble bonus is just +1.

OOC: But my Sleight of Hand is +8, which is how I'd switch out cards if that was the goal.

Bill makes mental note of the said notebook and after making a few friends amongst the guards will return to his camp.

 

[Wulf Ratbane]

Teddy will spend the first couple of nights wandering around after dinner, trying to get a feel for the routine of the camp. Is there a guard or patrol schedule that Teddy can discern? When does fat boy retire?

Let's take it one night at a time-- we're not on that much of a fast-forward schedule.

After it gets dark, while Brigitta is working on her "poison," and Bill is gambling, and while Haskins and Rawley are presumably tanking up, Teddy is able to sneak off. Based on the comings and goings in the camp (but without taking undue risk by actually sneaking into anywhere he shouldn't be...) you're able to find the mess tent, a storage tent, and Sabib's tent.

You don't see Andros at all so you're not really able to figure out which tent might be his.

Teddy also figures they post maybe four guards, two pairs of two, who walk the perimeter of the camp (but not more than a few paces from the "edge" of the tents). He sees them change the guard just once.

Old One, don't forget that you will actually have to roll your Craft (poison) check. Take 10 isn't going to do it.

Pending the results of that roll, we will fast forward to 3 AM of your first night in camp.

 

[ragboy]

"So, no one wants to drink with me, Brindle?" Rawley mumbled. "More for me..."

He erected a makeshift table and started recording his impressions of the trek thus far.


The close hot jungle steamed with hidden death horrors. T. Rawley Sutton, the intreped -intrepad- intrepid newspaperman, pulled his horse close and led the poor forlorn greenhorns deeper farther down the trail.

Bill "Spanish Prisoner" Brown, ex-lawman now a down-on-his-luck gun for hire...and a lush besides, called up from his position in the rear.

"Rawley, are we going the right way?"

"I reckon I know my way around these woods," Rawley said, leveling his hat and clutching his Colt.

Rawley caught the eye of the exotic beauty, Ms. Brigitta Nielson. She blushed and looked away.

"No need to worry ma'am," he said. "I'll see you and your hired men, through."

Rawley sat back and lit another cigarette...took another pull from the bottle.

"Hell Brindle, that's perfect."