(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Mr. Black (mini-sheet)

Mr. Black Perception: 0 Sense Motive: 4 Search: 6	AC: 14; FF: 13; Touch: 11	Spell Slots" 0: [X] [] [] [] [] 1st: [X] [x] [] []
HP: 8 Init: 1	Fort: 2 Ref: 1 Will: 2	Buffs: none

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A shiver runs down his neck when he sees the demon.

This place is more dangerous than I thought

He was in some kind of nightmare.

But, as the pick-pockets scurry out the door and, as the demon retreats back into its dark corner, Mr. Black feels safe for the first time in hours. Uneasy. But safe. The bar is quiet except for a few people who have just walked in.

He can tell right away that the warrior is like him: an Outsider. A Prime, as they call it. Not by any way he acts but solely on the clothes he wears which are too warm for the greasy warmth of the Hive. He can't be sure about the dog and the gnome that have just waltzed in. They are no more out of place than a demon in a tavern. The bar for strange has been raised and the gnome fits easily beneath it. The only tell Mr. Black has is the gnome's dialect. No strange lingo.

But what do I know? he thinks.

Maybe the Cant was a dialect reserved for the Hive. Maybe there were more cultured places in this...Cage. Not that the gnome looked especially cultured...

Everyone seems to be converging on the Dwarf. Business. The business of travel is something Mr. Black is interested in.

He listens closely to their conversation as he sips water out of the cup he'd nicked from the cut-purse.

Spoiler: OOC

My long way of saying that he sits and listens. He's trying to be inconspicuous but I have no problem if someone notices and draws him in. Besides, he's currently dressed for dungeoneering and has a huge backpack at his feet so he can only be so subtle.

PS: He has a water skin so that's where he got the water.

 

[Brendan Byrd]

Green-eyed Aril watches as the girl returns with a be-plumed warrior (with the first decent face paint that he's seen in the Hive, so far).
Because the dwarf mentioned the rule-of-three, Aril clues in that the new arrival is not a body guard, but instead another customer.
Aril returns the nod-of-greeting with one equally formal, and decides that he may as well make use of the chair, now that the invitation to sit has been made.

Spoiler: DM eyes only

1. Please roll the Knowledge (Planes) for the dwarf's origins.
2. Aril is after information about the Isle of Black Trees. What does he know? Why does he want that information? (I'm not familiar with any location with that name)

Spoiler: Aril's Mini-Sheet

Aril Syletros	AC: 16 (FF: 16 / Touch: 10)	HP: 9
Fort: +3	Diplomacy: +1	C [0] [X] [0]
Ref: +2	Perception: +3	C [1] [1] [1D]
Will: +3	Search: +4 [Doors: Elf]	Jink Spent: 2cp
Initiative +0	Sense Motive: +1	Buffs:

Link to Aril's Character Sheet

Edit: a typo most e-gree-gious

 

[OneCrappy DM]

Aril

Spoiler: Aril's Eyes Only

1. The dwarf doesn't have an accent from Mystara or Planescape, the result of 18 can answer basic questions, some primes have strange accents having lived here for years in the multiverse you can tell he has an accent from Faerunian Rasheman
2. The Isle of Black woods, is almost a legend, basically this demiplane has been lost similar to a pirates treasure. When someone has any knowledge of this place or true dark factions jump on it, this is supposed to be a wizards vault. Ironfist apparently is hiring people to look for someone who knows about the location of the portal or the key.

 

[Neurotic]

OOC: Does Luke know Aris? Sigil is large, Hive less so, and he knows the locals...

Luke observes the group, thinking quickly how he would work with each one. Can they be a team, or just a group of individuals.

 

[OneCrappy DM]

The Crooked Sword
At the Table ((Those Listening In))
The dwarf looks around the table and beyond, "Well, I got a job as needs doin'." his voice carries above the average rumble, an open invitation perhaps. "A few bodies to find a Spellslinger. In return, Jinx," he lights his tobacco pipe with a tindertwig "Portal travel out of the cage, to the winter court," His eyes settling on feathered warrior "What does each of you need? Because one body can't do this job." Gredmark exhales the smoke he held deep in his lungs, he sets down a black box.

((OOC Aril and Luke don't know each other))

 

[Brendan Byrd]

Aril eyes the black box with interest...a cubic gate? ((Knowledge (Arcana) time, methinks.))

ARIL​

For my part, Jink is welcome. ​

A finding job. Will the mark be peery about this yet? Chant drifted my way...possibly because my robes are blue?​

Aril's surcoat over his armor is navy blue, trimmed with 3/4" wide band of sky blue. The steel portions of the scale mail have been "blued", and the bits of clothing that are visible underneath the armor are sky blue. Leather is tanned a golden brown, his cloak a similar color.

Spoiler: Aril's Mini-Sheet

Aril Syletros	AC: 16 (FF: 16 / Touch: 10)	HP: 9
Fort: +3	Diplomacy: +1	C [0] [X] [0]
Ref: +2	Perception: +3	C [1] [1] [1D]
Will: +3	Search: +4 [Doors: Elf]	Jink Spent: 2cp
Initiative +0	Sense Motive: +1	Buffs:

Link to Aril's Character Sheet

 

[OneCrappy DM]

Aril
The result of your knowledge arcana is that the Black Box is most likely to be used to conceal a magic aura within

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Mr. Black (mini-sheet)

Mr. Black Perception: 0 Sense Motive: 4 Search: 6	AC: 14; FF: 13; Touch: 11	Spell Slots" 0: [X] [] [] [] [] 1st: [X] [x] [] []
HP: 8 Init: 1	Fort: 2 Ref: 1 Will: 2	Buffs: none

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Mr. Black listens intently.

Winter Court. That doesn't sound like a place he wants to go. It conjures images of Blackmoore and Stonehold, both of which are renown for their cold, unforgiving environment.

A ride home is the ideal but some extra gold and making some local connections would improve my situation greatly.

"You also offerin' Travel someplace...warmer?" He calls from his seat.

He stands up, dragging his chair across the room to the table. Nods to the gathered crew before addressing the Dwarf again,

"If not, I could do with a bit of jink."

He's wearing a traveling cloak and leathers. He has a short sword on his hip and a bow across his back. There's black stains on his gloves and his cloak. Probably dried blood.

@Brendan Byrd Aril notes that he's the same spellslinger from earlier but as he'd seen him before he'd entered the bar.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

The feathered warrior shrugs. "The Winter Court is only where I thought I arrived in when I came here. I was buried in an avalanche. I thought I had died. But here I am, very much alive, and this is no Winter Court."

Turning to address everyone at the table, he adds, "When I arrived, I did not know where I was, or why. But now, I know that I was sent here on purpose. So... perhaps this jink is what I need, now."

 

[Brendan Byrd]

(Speaking to Wawaate)

ARIL​

If you have not yet been told this, know that you are in the City of Sigil. It is also known as the City of Doors, due to the large number of planar portals here. You will also hear the city called "The Cage" by some, because all portals here require a portal key to function, many portals change their location within the city, and some portals change their destination as well. For people who arrive suddenly, it can seem very much like a cage, not knowing how to return to their place of origin.​

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(Aril smiles)

"Jink or jinx", is what money is called here.​

I am called Aril. By what name shall we know you?​

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