(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

[OneCrappy DM]

Alleesha's Pantry
One of the laborers rises without a word and slips out the door, beyond the threshold somewhere outside a scream echoes and is abruptly cut short. The others remain. They clutch their chipped mugs of fungus tea, drinking in slow, deliberate gulps. Their conversation falters, replaced by the low murmur of planar cant. One by one, their gazes return to your table. measuring, weighing, lingering. Too often to be casual.

 

[Neurotic]

Luke motions for others to stay seated and stands, slowly, loose, chair scraping just enough to draw eyes to him. He saunters to the laborers' table, one hand stays visible, the other idly rolling a coin between knuckles, in a never-stopping loop.

He pauses just short of their table. Not crowding. But clearly at their table.
"Easy now, cutters. You’re burning holes through us like we kicked your kip in. What’s got your spines up?"

Pause. Let them answer - or not.
If silence holds, Luke presses the issue, still light:
"We jawed a few questions, sure. Didn’t know that earned hard looks and screaming in the street. That our mistake...or yours?"
Motioning to the table with his new off-Sigil charges.
"You know how it is with fresh Primes—you never know who’s still wet behind the ears and who’s already sent liches to the Dead-Book. That painted berk there? Fresh off skinning a dragon in its own kip - still wearing bits of the proof. The other one came through after the wizard he was hunting tried to tear the planes sideways. And the leaf-lover? He only showed up because his dog chased a hellcat up a tree that had opinions about it.


So maybe stop a moment and ask yourselves if the jink you’re pulling really covers how ugly this turns."

Spoiler: Just to be clear

"You know how new arrivals can be. You can never tell who's wet behind the ears and who killed liches. The painted one just came from defeating a dragon in its lair; you can see dragon parts on him. The other came after the mage he was after tried to tear the planes apart. And the druid came after his dog chased hellcat up a tree that had something to say against that. You may want to reconsider if you're paid enough for that."

OOC: Bluff (+6)? Maybe a bit of Sleight of hand (+4)? And definitely Sense motive (+4) to check if their look is threatening or they are frightened after the scream

 

[OneCrappy DM]

Alleesha's Pantry
Luke
As you approach the grimy laborers you attempt a feat of legerdemain that ultimately results in the coin slipping off your hand as a patron accidentally bumps into you on the way there ((Sleight of Hand Result 8)).
Pausing just short of their table. Not crowding. But clearly at their table.
"Easy now, cutters. You’re burning holes through us like we kicked your kip in. What’s got your spines up?"

The three of them try to look away faces flush with more than just mushroom tea, their silence invites you to press the issue. ((Bluff Result 26))

Their faces which seemed red hot turn pallid, as you look at them you can't get a hunch of if it worked or not. ((Sense Motive Result 9))
"We're not looking for trouble here."

A few more stares now center on Luke, Alleesha from behind the oven and someone who was helping serve food.

 

[Neurotic]

OOC: I'll wait until tomorrow morning (for me in about 12 hours) to see if someone chimes in

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Wawaate turns to the laborers, then looks himself over. "What are you looking for, then?"