OOC: Yes, thanks, take 20.
Iron Heroes: A Saga of Might
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OOC: Yes, thanks, take 20.
Dr Simon
Explorer
"What?! I... but...," says Clem, but one look at his predicament convinces him to comply.
Later...
A small gang of slaves led by a fierce-eyed woman in the clothing of a minor bureaucrat approaches the gates of the port town. The traffic situation has mostly resolved itself and they are the last to appoach the gates. Two Ur-men guards lean lazily on their halberds and watch the group with their small black Ur-man eyes.
"You've let it late," says one in its scratchy voice. "Curfew'z due zoon."
Later...
A small gang of slaves led by a fierce-eyed woman in the clothing of a minor bureaucrat approaches the gates of the port town. The traffic situation has mostly resolved itself and they are the last to appoach the gates. Two Ur-men guards lean lazily on their halberds and watch the group with their small black Ur-man eyes.
"You've let it late," says one in its scratchy voice. "Curfew'z due zoon."
Dr Simon
Explorer
The ur-men glance over the slaves with a hint of disgust and motion the group into the town. A short distance in, Clem looks around carefully.
"We need to get off the streets before sundown," he says. "I've got rooms in Gold Quarter that we can use." He glances at Xoria in his clothes. "Um.. mistress," he adds.
"We need to get off the streets before sundown," he says. "I've got rooms in Gold Quarter that we can use." He glances at Xoria in his clothes. "Um.. mistress," he adds.
Dr Simon
Explorer
Clem has (had) a drawstring purse containing 20 gold, 11 silver and 8 copper coins of various provenance (including City State of Zor and the Vlesk Trading Guild) and five different keys.
"But, I thought you wanted nautical charts," whispers Clem. He glances about him and moves closer to Xoria, picking meaningfully at his underclothes. "Look, there are only three places you'd find people looking like us within the city walls. Over there, in the slave pens where the Urs guard the workers from fields and mine. In the private slave pens of wealthy citizens, or amongst the wretches down on the Foreshore."
"But, I thought you wanted nautical charts," whispers Clem. He glances about him and moves closer to Xoria, picking meaningfully at his underclothes. "Look, there are only three places you'd find people looking like us within the city walls. Over there, in the slave pens where the Urs guard the workers from fields and mine. In the private slave pens of wealthy citizens, or amongst the wretches down on the Foreshore."
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Walking Dad
First Post
Defense 13 (FF13), HP 34/34, F +5,R+4,W+4; Ini +2 ; Fury Pool 0/12; DR 1d4
"You live in wretches then? This only place you can get 'nautical charts'?" Olmar asks.
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Olmar
Reserve Points: 29 / 34
Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+4 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4
In berserker rage:
1d20+5 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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"You live in wretches then? This only place you can get 'nautical charts'?" Olmar asks.
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Olmar
Reserve Points: 29 / 34
Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+4 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4
In berserker rage:
1d20+5 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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Dr Simon
Explorer
Clem looks at Olmar with disgust plain on his face.
"No I do not!" he says, then, more quietly, "Farshore is where the dregs of humanity live. Slaves who have run away and found they have nowhere to go, who are so worthless the Ur-men don't bother hunting them down. Drunks and cripples who'd knife you for a copper penny."
After he has calmed down, he adds "As for charts, I suppose they'd have them onboard ship, or in the compound of any other Master Merchant."
"No I do not!" he says, then, more quietly, "Farshore is where the dregs of humanity live. Slaves who have run away and found they have nowhere to go, who are so worthless the Ur-men don't bother hunting them down. Drunks and cripples who'd knife you for a copper penny."
After he has calmed down, he adds "As for charts, I suppose they'd have them onboard ship, or in the compound of any other Master Merchant."
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Walking Dad
First Post
Defense 13 (FF13), HP 34/34, F +5,R+4,W+4; Ini +2 ; Fury Pool 0/12; DR 1d4
"Then why you wanted to lead us to your home, where we would stand out? Add that charts are also on ship." Olmar asks.
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Bad grammar doesn't make you dumb
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Olmar
Reserve Points: 29 / 34
Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+4 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4
In berserker rage:
1d20+5 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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"Then why you wanted to lead us to your home, where we would stand out? Add that charts are also on ship." Olmar asks.
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Bad grammar doesn't make you dumb
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Olmar
Reserve Points: 29 / 34
Pick (gripped with both hand and Power attack 1):
1d20+4 - 1d6+6 - 20/x4
In berserker rage:
1d20+5 - 1d6+8 - 20/x4
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