IG's "Those Left Behind" Chapter 3

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

"Um ... Talashia," the brutish druid says awkwardly as Buurt points out the attention. He lowers his voice to a whisper if she stops long enough to let him lean in. "I think it was maybe not the kind of arena everyone gets to know about? The kind that you aren't really supposed to have? And that maybe they don't want advertised? We might have to know someone to get in, or meet someone."

 

[Shayuri]

Talashia stands still as Shai whispers to her, then her face pinches into a thunderous combination of a scowl and a pout. A...pouwl.

"This is turning out to be a lot more trouble than I thought," she mutters angrily. "Maybe we should just blast our way through the floor."

She takes a deep breath and smooths her face and her cloak in quick succession. "All right then. Where did Caer...there he is." The sorceress walks briskly to her brother's side and sits down beside him.

"Any suggestions? You've dealt with people like...this before. How do we approach them?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

"with a drink.", whispers Caerwyn," for example, that chaming fellow there," He indicates the halforc that can't keep his eyes off her, " has been following you with his eyes since we walked in here practcally. A lonely person like he might be inclined to give some information to you if you offer him a mug or two of ale or beer or rum, and a little fluttering of those eyelashes or a wink of an eye."

 

[Shayuri]

Talashia grimaces. "A half-orc?" she whispers. "Why couldn't it be..."

She lets that trail off, then squares her shoulders resolutely.

"Lets hope he likes some forwardness. With the others coming from below, we don't have a lot of time to mess around."

With that the sorceress stands up, turns pointedly away from Caerwyn as if refusing some advance, and turns around to look directly at the half-orc, quickly picking him from the crowd because of his attention on her. She pushes through the crowd without looking away from him, a determined, crooked half-smile on her face.

On reaching the orc she looks up at him with that challenging smile, despite his towering height and weight advantage, and says, "Aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

 

[industrygothica]

[sblock=Shayuri]Reference this post for a reminder about the half-orc (ie. he's not sitting anywhere.[/sblock]

 

[Shayuri]

(OOC - Oops! Thanks. Fixed.)

 

[Scott DeWar]

Caerwyn take sthe cue from his sister and scoffs at her and mumbles something about a witch or whench or winch ...not sure which.

 

[jkason]

Shaimon Hu'u, barbaric human druid

Shai finds himself baffled by the antics of the siblings, but rather than risk Talashia's ire by questioning her, he keeps his mouth shut, his eyes open, and tries his level best not to look as dumbfounded as he feels.

 

[Scotley]

Rogash

Getting up, still grumbling, Rogash uses a hem of his cloak to remove anything slippery and takes a new grip before having another go at opening the door.

OOC: Str. Check (1d20+2=18)

 

[Shayuri]

(Bump to keep it off the dreaded 4rth page!)