(IC) DND 3.5 Enter Planescape

[Steve Gorak]

Bimble

Bimble nods his agreement to go to the night market first.

 

[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] [X] [] [] [] 1st: [X] [x] [X] []
HP: 8 Init: 1	Fort: 2 Ref: 1 Will: 2	Buffs: none

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"I suggest we go to the Night market. Someone mentioned Eliath was seen there. Even if he wondered off, if he was anything like fly-guy, someone is bound to have some dark. We can easily return in couple of hours to crash here, ummm...to sleep here."

"Yeah, you'd know best. I'll follow your lead."

 

[Neurotic]

“Oy, don’t sell yourself short, cutter. You picked up the chant faster than most bloods do. Sure, the Cage‑tongue’s got its twists, an’ you bobble a word now and then, but give it a day or two and no one’ll tag you as fresh‑off‑the‑planes. You’ll pass for a right proper Cager soon enough.”

Luke shakes his head
"Y’know, ever since that little stall at the tavern door, I pegged you for a sharp cutter - one of the quiet, capable types. I do the same trick myself, all the time.

And while we’re walkin’, I’d like to hear more about how you all tumbled into the Cage. Sigil’s always busy, sure, but this? This was a flood-like half a dozen portals burped open at once and decided to spit you primes out in the middle of my drink.

Name’s Luke Cinder. Xaositect, if you can believe it - yeah, the very lot that old grey‑hen back there’d love to shutter for good. We take anyone, no creed needed, no philosophy tests - just breathin’ and bein’ a trouble to someone. So here I am.

I can strike from the shadows easy enough, but the real twist in my knife? I lift spells right off casters — peel ’em clean as a Hardhead stripping licenses.

What about you, cutter? What’s your hidden knack? And you too, Bimble and Wawaate?"

Spoiler: Just in case translation

"Don't sell yourself short. You got the language very quickly. It has some quirks, and you occasionally misuse something, but in a day or two, no one will be able to tell you're new in Sigil"

"Ever since that pause at the exit of the tavern, I marked you as one of the smart, skilled operators. I do the same, all the time. While we walk, I'd like to hear more about your arrival. Sigil is big, but there was sudden influx like multiple portals opened at the same time.

I am Luke Cinder, I am a member of Xaositects, the faction that old lady would like to close. Permanently. But they take anyone, no philosophy required. So, here I am. I can attack from ambush, but my hidden talent is taking spells off casters. What about you?"

 

[OneCrappy DM]

Spoiler: Mr. Black (mini-sheet)

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

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Mr. Black looks at the dirty looks he's getting from Allesha. He doesn't exactly feel too bad for what took place - how was he to know how things would escalate - on the other hand, he doesn't exactly want to burn bridges - who knows how long he'll be stuck in this god-forsaken place.

He leaves the group's table approaches the woman, leaving out any pretense of being able to speak the local lingo,

"Sorry about the blow up. I know you warned us but things escalated before we even knew what was happening. At least we talked things through before there was any real violence. This is from all of us."

He takes out a platinum piece he'd gotten from the Dwarf

"Hopefully that can help you restock the kitchen and repair anything that got damaged."

It's a peace offering.

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After his conversation with Allesha, he goes back to the table,


"Can we find a place to sleep and head to the mortuary in the morning - whenever that is?"

Allesha takes the coin "It will do for now..."