(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

[Brendan Byrd]

(To everyone)

ARIL​

To everyone new here, DO NOT PRAY TO ^{THE LADY}. EVER.​

It's clear that ^{The High-up Man of Sigil} can hear that kind of stuff, and ^{The Serene Highness} does not approve.​

I'm not interested in dragging your flayed corpse down to the Mortuary. So, just don't.​

(To Gredmark)

Back to the busness at hand...​

Human? Tiefling? What species (race) is this barmy?​

When was he last sighted?​

Garnish is inevitable in this type of work. We'll need a kitty.​

Since we are all new to each other...is an escrow account with the Bank of Abbathor (Inc.) worth thinking about? Jink is jink, and business is business, after all.​

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

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Wawaate shakes his head. All this talk about no contact with gods, but there's so much more to the winter than someone's wishes.

"So, we look for this wizard, and bring him back to you? The task for itself is simple enough. The finding, that's why you've called on outsiders for assistance, isn't it?"

 

[OneCrappy DM]

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"Human, last seen a month ago, in the hive" he moves to the side to draw out a small coin purse, once again showing his axe blade. "You want to skin my razor, have a garnish but I ain't leaving this ward. Spend this as each of you need, if you need something else I'll do what I can but I need Eliath found. Thirty Mert, more when you get me Eliath. If you peel consider it your payment to never enter the ward again."

((Towards Wawaate)) "Aye, Iceberk. I needn't show my face too much, fresh blood makes more movement." ((Towards Wawaate))

 

[Brendan Byrd]

((Thirty Mert??? Does Aril know what that amounts to in terms of common coinage?))

Aril's facial expression remains unchanged, but his left ear gives a sudden twitch, as if a fly had landed on it.

Huh. Hoped for us to work on speculation and to pay any necessary bribes and expenses with our own money? Seems more like he wants to 'skin our razor' and then claim that he's garnishing us. What a favor.
I wonder how many groups he already has out in the hive, spending their own jink, hoping to find the berk and get paid. In fairness, the mimir is useful for the cagestruck. Might even pick up a few new words myself.
...
So, Master Gredmark Ironfist doesn't do banking. Too bad, I was hoping to open an account there.
Can't blame him for not wanting to travel across the City, it is a way off, and that's a nuisance for everybody.
...
"If you peel consider it your payment to never enter the ward again."
Always so much fun doing business in the Hive. Ah well, at least the inevitable threats are out in the open now.

(Aril casually looks at Luke to guage his reaction, and to hear what he has to say)

N.B. Edited.

 

[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 was thankful he’d have a temporary place to stay but when he saw the platinum in the sack, his instincts started screaming out warnings. Nobody hands out coin without strings. Sure, a threat was there: don’t track this spellslinger - if he even exists - and we’d be on the Black list. Which meant no planar travel. Which meant being permanently caged.

Maybe they walk out two blocks and you have an “unlucky” encounter with some thugs and now you’re broke and owe someone more than you can afford.

Thats how they get you.

Even If he didn’t take his share, he’d be lumped in with this crew. Hell, the two locals are probably part of the grift. He’d been around long enough to spot a trap. draw them in and peel the clueless

“I’ll take my six Mert. I got no need for banks.

Hey Mimir, what’s the Cant for showing gratitude?”

No one never got anywhere sitting on their hands…