KaintheSeeker
Explorer
Tyra looks at the rapidly appearing eyes. "bugger." she growls as she pushes her hair out of the way and looks to her blade and gun. "I swear..dis whole trip is gonna be far more than it will be paying."
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DJ_Colossus
Explorer
Kneecap draws a menacing grimace.
"Devilspawn? Now, that's not nice... Perhaps if you give us the information we seek, Eyvind might leave your legs intact.
Tell us what we want to know and we'll be on our way. Where. Is. Nekira?"
"Devilspawn? Now, that's not nice... Perhaps if you give us the information we seek, Eyvind might leave your legs intact.
Tell us what we want to know and we'll be on our way. Where. Is. Nekira?"
Shadowfane
First Post
Dark returns his crossbow to the concealing folds of his leather greatcoat.
As the sewer mist thickens, the Rynnish sorcerer glances from the emerging green eyes to Tyra, swearing as usual, and back again to the feral luminescence closing in.
Reaching unthinking for his source, Dark wraps a cloak of unseen fire around his frame and prepares to burn...
[OoC: casts shield; if nothing happens by the next round he'll ready an action to cast burning hands on anything that moves - enemies, obviously!./OoC]
As the sewer mist thickens, the Rynnish sorcerer glances from the emerging green eyes to Tyra, swearing as usual, and back again to the feral luminescence closing in.
Reaching unthinking for his source, Dark wraps a cloak of unseen fire around his frame and prepares to burn...
[OoC: casts shield; if nothing happens by the next round he'll ready an action to cast burning hands on anything that moves - enemies, obviously!./OoC]
darkbard
Legend
gavyn dundrake
gavyn gingerly probes his sore and rapidly swelling jaw and gives a low groan as barbs of pain shoot through his skull at the touch. seeing the gleam of madness in dark's eyes appear once again, he turns to the gunmage, "listen, tyra, keep this one outta trouble. i'm going to have a talk with that big fellow before the lummox and the gobber get us into deeper trouble...." his voice trails off as he moves into the hovel.
"aye, enough of the threats. nobody's going to break anyone's legs ... or knees." he addresses the whimpering ragpicker, "look 'ere. we've come down here to help, to rid your community of the menace that is plaguing it. but to help we need two things: first, is there a healer or a priest among you who can treat my battered noggin?" he gestures at his bruised face.
"second, we need to know anything you can tell us that may aid us in fighting ... that which i will not name, as you desire. what are its strengths, weaknesses, allies? is that feral boy who sucker-clubbed me its servant? come now, speak quickly so we can all be about our proper business." [diplomacy +10].
gavyn gingerly probes his sore and rapidly swelling jaw and gives a low groan as barbs of pain shoot through his skull at the touch. seeing the gleam of madness in dark's eyes appear once again, he turns to the gunmage, "listen, tyra, keep this one outta trouble. i'm going to have a talk with that big fellow before the lummox and the gobber get us into deeper trouble...." his voice trails off as he moves into the hovel.
"aye, enough of the threats. nobody's going to break anyone's legs ... or knees." he addresses the whimpering ragpicker, "look 'ere. we've come down here to help, to rid your community of the menace that is plaguing it. but to help we need two things: first, is there a healer or a priest among you who can treat my battered noggin?" he gestures at his bruised face.
"second, we need to know anything you can tell us that may aid us in fighting ... that which i will not name, as you desire. what are its strengths, weaknesses, allies? is that feral boy who sucker-clubbed me its servant? come now, speak quickly so we can all be about our proper business." [diplomacy +10].
Dirigible
Explorer
Gavyn
The man looks positivly relieved that someone is talking to him in a non-threatening fashion. "No...no, my lord... we have no healers here."
He writhes miserably as you press your questions, sweat rolling down his lumpy face. "She... she is the black-clad witch of the sewers... speaking her name courts her eyes. There is a lair a ways down the western passage... past the sunken Longreach Manor cellars." He screws up his face and whispers, "Sometimes... she sends her dead-walkers through here... they take some of us away with them. The Queen tries to protect us, but the witch's magic makes her servants turn against her."
"The boy? No... he's just a.... boy. Name's Jak."
The man looks positivly relieved that someone is talking to him in a non-threatening fashion. "No...no, my lord... we have no healers here."
He writhes miserably as you press your questions, sweat rolling down his lumpy face. "She... she is the black-clad witch of the sewers... speaking her name courts her eyes. There is a lair a ways down the western passage... past the sunken Longreach Manor cellars." He screws up his face and whispers, "Sometimes... she sends her dead-walkers through here... they take some of us away with them. The Queen tries to protect us, but the witch's magic makes her servants turn against her."
"The boy? No... he's just a.... boy. Name's Jak."
darkbard
Legend
gavyn dundrake
"aye, there's a mate! well done chappy! fear no more, this black-clad will meet her end at the points of our swords, mark my words. now, who is this queen you mention, and can you lead us to her? and what did you say your name was? as for myself, i'm captain gavyn dundrake of the royal caspian army, at your disposal and here for your succor." the caspian gives a sweeping bow and winces as pain shoots through his jaw once again.
"my companions are eyvind the kossite and, er, the gobber goes by the name of kneecap ... but don't let that worry you none...."
"aye, there's a mate! well done chappy! fear no more, this black-clad will meet her end at the points of our swords, mark my words. now, who is this queen you mention, and can you lead us to her? and what did you say your name was? as for myself, i'm captain gavyn dundrake of the royal caspian army, at your disposal and here for your succor." the caspian gives a sweeping bow and winces as pain shoots through his jaw once again.
"my companions are eyvind the kossite and, er, the gobber goes by the name of kneecap ... but don't let that worry you none...."
Dirigible
Explorer
Gavyn & Eyvind & Kneecap
The man rises slightly, apparently at least partially convinced you aren't going to try and break his legs straight away.
"I be Togen, sur" he mumbles, lokking oddly as if he wants to remove a cap and roll it in his hands. When Gavyn mentions the queen, he seems to think for a moment before wordlessly pointing up towards the ceiling.
Perched amongst the tattered cloth roof of the hovel-drinking hole, you can see a rangy brown rat hanging from a curl of rope. Even as Togen points, more begin to wiggle their way through the holes in the cloth.
Dark & Tyra
The eyes begin to seep forwards in the mist... resolving themselves into dozens of rats of all shades and breeds, staring at you with fixed intensity. From amongst them, a particularly large, sleek black vermin pushes forward and skitters towards you.
The big rat stops and points it's nose towards Dark, sniffingat the heat-shimmer around him uncertainly. Then it turns to the other Ryn and pulls itself up on its hind legs to peer up at her.
"What... you doing... here?" Its voice is small, squeaky even, but well pronounced... even if it sounds like the words are bones in its throat that it's trying to cough up.
The man rises slightly, apparently at least partially convinced you aren't going to try and break his legs straight away.
"I be Togen, sur" he mumbles, lokking oddly as if he wants to remove a cap and roll it in his hands. When Gavyn mentions the queen, he seems to think for a moment before wordlessly pointing up towards the ceiling.
Perched amongst the tattered cloth roof of the hovel-drinking hole, you can see a rangy brown rat hanging from a curl of rope. Even as Togen points, more begin to wiggle their way through the holes in the cloth.
Dark & Tyra
The eyes begin to seep forwards in the mist... resolving themselves into dozens of rats of all shades and breeds, staring at you with fixed intensity. From amongst them, a particularly large, sleek black vermin pushes forward and skitters towards you.
The big rat stops and points it's nose towards Dark, sniffingat the heat-shimmer around him uncertainly. Then it turns to the other Ryn and pulls itself up on its hind legs to peer up at her.
"What... you doing... here?" Its voice is small, squeaky even, but well pronounced... even if it sounds like the words are bones in its throat that it's trying to cough up.
linnorm
Explorer
Eyvind
Eyvind
*Eyvind opens his mouth to elaborate on Kneecap's threat, but Gavyn quickly interrupts him. He closes his mouth with a snap and frowns at the smaller man, but grunts in appreciation when his diplomatic approach yields results. The appearance of the rats streaming in the top of the hovel elicits a barely audible growl, but Eyvind makes no move to attack... yet.*
Eyvind
*Eyvind opens his mouth to elaborate on Kneecap's threat, but Gavyn quickly interrupts him. He closes his mouth with a snap and frowns at the smaller man, but grunts in appreciation when his diplomatic approach yields results. The appearance of the rats streaming in the top of the hovel elicits a barely audible growl, but Eyvind makes no move to attack... yet.*
DJ_Colossus
Explorer
Kneecap
Kneecap falls silent and lets Gavyn do the talking.
Kindess... Sincerity... Feh. Let's just remember to make sure these dodgy folk don't lead us into a trap--
Kneecap's eyes dart around the room at the encroaching vermin. For a brief flash, he tenses. A trap!?
Be this the ragpicker's court? Or some other fiendish turn of events?
Kneecap falls silent and lets Gavyn do the talking.
Kindess... Sincerity... Feh. Let's just remember to make sure these dodgy folk don't lead us into a trap--
Kneecap's eyes dart around the room at the encroaching vermin. For a brief flash, he tenses. A trap!?
Be this the ragpicker's court? Or some other fiendish turn of events?
