Sorry. To clarify. Not a river. You would simply be taking a boat out of the city via the artificial canal, which is the easiest way to smuggle people in and out in a crate.
Is'Merith - Campaign Thread
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Sorry. To clarify. Not a river. You would simply be taking a boat out of the city via the artificial canal, which is the easiest way to smuggle people in and out in a crate.
Macv12
First Post
[sblock="Can't help it"]Met a sand goblin once. Fungi. I'd lichen him to a young me.[/sblock]
The Grassy Gnoll
Explorer
Alejandro throws his head back and tosses one of the barbell olives into his mouth.
"OK", he says, "Let's bust this guy out and bust the other guy in. I vote for the prison job".
He looks at everyone's faces as Archibald scurries up his arm and nestles into his hood with a squeak, which Alejandro replies to in kind.
"Anyone know anything about sand goblins, we can work out some tactics. I will see if I can't get some intelligence from our smaller friends."
With a huge yawn, he continues: "Dead-Eye, let me know when we are to meet up. I don't know about you guys, but I've had a hell of a day."
He stretches his shoulder that was clubbed. "I'll be on board the good ship Cutpurse. Goodnight, all."
Turning to Mina as he stands, he bows low in a very formal gnomish show of respect. "M'lady". He nods at Shen. "M'nemone." To Isaac, he nods and to Daederai he says "Boss.".
And picking up the cheese, he heads to bed to check out his new lodgings.
[sblock=Mouse Talk]
The conversation went like this:
Archie: Don't forget the cheese!
Alejandro: Fatso. Of course not.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC] Would Alejandro know if there are any animals that typically live down in the mines, maybe sand-based things like gerbils, that he can try to get word to? Or does the hedgehog "fleet" extend that way, such that a message to contact Lord Admiral Snurfleback might help? I'd like to find out ahead of time if possible any Intel on the sand goblins and maybe even have an animal agent on site keeping a watch, if possible - he figures Daederai can deal with gates and locks and Isaac seems to know the score on the mines, so he figures his role will be whack-a-mole duty.
Also, can o do an Insight check or whatever you think most suitable to see if the scent of cinnamon means anything - like, is it connected to some sort of drug?[/sblock]
"OK", he says, "Let's bust this guy out and bust the other guy in. I vote for the prison job".
He looks at everyone's faces as Archibald scurries up his arm and nestles into his hood with a squeak, which Alejandro replies to in kind.
"Anyone know anything about sand goblins, we can work out some tactics. I will see if I can't get some intelligence from our smaller friends."
With a huge yawn, he continues: "Dead-Eye, let me know when we are to meet up. I don't know about you guys, but I've had a hell of a day."
He stretches his shoulder that was clubbed. "I'll be on board the good ship Cutpurse. Goodnight, all."
Turning to Mina as he stands, he bows low in a very formal gnomish show of respect. "M'lady". He nods at Shen. "M'nemone." To Isaac, he nods and to Daederai he says "Boss.".
And picking up the cheese, he heads to bed to check out his new lodgings.
[sblock=Mouse Talk]
The conversation went like this:
Archie: Don't forget the cheese!
Alejandro: Fatso. Of course not.[/sblock]
[sblock=OOC] Would Alejandro know if there are any animals that typically live down in the mines, maybe sand-based things like gerbils, that he can try to get word to? Or does the hedgehog "fleet" extend that way, such that a message to contact Lord Admiral Snurfleback might help? I'd like to find out ahead of time if possible any Intel on the sand goblins and maybe even have an animal agent on site keeping a watch, if possible - he figures Daederai can deal with gates and locks and Isaac seems to know the score on the mines, so he figures his role will be whack-a-mole duty.
Also, can o do an Insight check or whatever you think most suitable to see if the scent of cinnamon means anything - like, is it connected to some sort of drug?[/sblock]
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Trogdor1992
First Post
"I second the vote on the prison job, so long as we move onto one of these paying jobs afterwards. Hold a minute Alejandro, I'm heading back to the guild quarters as well."
[sblock=OOC] Although Isaac and his father had a home, Isaac hasn't brought himself to visit that place since his father's passing. It's safe to say it's most likely fallen into disrepair or been reappropriated at this point. [/sblock]
[sblock=OOC] Although Isaac and his father had a home, Isaac hasn't brought himself to visit that place since his father's passing. It's safe to say it's most likely fallen into disrepair or been reappropriated at this point. [/sblock]
pathfinderq1
First Post
Mina whispered in response. "I believe it is you- the gnomes are known to play interesting word games, especially with names. He heard those sounds within the pronunciation you gave of your full name. Perhaps the word has some other meaning to him as well, that inspired him." Then she raised her glass as the smaller folk began their departure, and spoke just a bit more loudly. "It seems as if we have agreement, or at least majority, as I'll vote for the break-out as well." She smiled a bit wistfully. "That is Outside, isn't it?"
“I think it will be a good excursion for us, and the benefits may well make the other tasks easier as well. I believe that the mines do rest Outside. I've never been beyond the city myself, but I understand that the stars are brighter and clearer away from the city. I'm eager to see for myself if that's true.”
“I will arrange passage on a guild boat for tomorrow evening. We may have to slightly disguise ourselves as workers to leave the city, but that should not pose any real difficulties.”
“I don't know if either of you have places to stay, but remember that we are welcome to board on the ship. Mina, I look forward to begin training with you tomorrow for my role. If you will both excuse me, I am going to gather the supplies to begin our paperwork and head to the ship to get started.”
[SBLOCK=OOC] I don't know if we need to play through Mina instructing us on how to act. Would it be ok to fast forward to the Mine mission?[/SBLOCK]
“I will arrange passage on a guild boat for tomorrow evening. We may have to slightly disguise ourselves as workers to leave the city, but that should not pose any real difficulties.”
“I don't know if either of you have places to stay, but remember that we are welcome to board on the ship. Mina, I look forward to begin training with you tomorrow for my role. If you will both excuse me, I am going to gather the supplies to begin our paperwork and head to the ship to get started.”
[SBLOCK=OOC] I don't know if we need to play through Mina instructing us on how to act. Would it be ok to fast forward to the Mine mission?[/SBLOCK]
With that, our companions agreed to leave for bed. They were tired and needed their sleep. Especially if they were to attempt a breakout the next evening. They all decided to head back to the ship.
Will talk more tomorrow. Give me about 12-15 hours and i'll commence the next narrative starting with leaving the city.
Will talk more tomorrow. Give me about 12-15 hours and i'll commence the next narrative starting with leaving the city.
Macv12
First Post
Shen lets the others part from her, walking down the street as though she has somewhere to go as they split off in their own directions. She sticks to the larger streets, keeping close to anyone else she finds, to avoid being singled out in this unfamiliar place. She watches the city change, from sandy and flat to blue and angular, black shadows stabbing across the surfaces of the buildings and streets; from shouting and creaking and rumbling to tapping echoes and distant murmuring; from pungent sweat to bitter sand and air; and from warm air crushing in on her to cool air sucking the breath from her lungs. Without the fury of daytime, the city seems to be sinking, each corner tugging at her and echoing silently with hunger pangs.
This is why she hates cities. Or maybe it's just been too long since she met anything that didn't have this city's tendrils buried in it.
The taverns empty and the streets get more and more bare. Soon the only people she sees draw their scarves and cloaks around them to hurry past her. Peeking down each black alley, Shen finds one with some boxes and windowsills sitting in the moonlight. She turns off the road and approaches them, quietly gliding from one foothold to another up the building, until she can look straight up at the stars without dark shapes looming at the edge of her vision. If she looks around, she can make out some lights and buildings, some tall and some short, their silhouettes against the sand like the snarled teeth of an open maw yawning around her; beyond, endless nothing. Somehow, empty desert seems more comforting, but she didn't come here to be pampered, anyway.
[sblock="On a stupider note"]She pulls out her trident and examines it closely. What was that thing Alejandro said? "Anemone?" What did that have to do with a trident? It had totally slipped her mind to ask about it. It did kind of sound like her name, though, so it must be elven. Maybe Anemone was some kind of hero who used a trident. And if she was, Shen's parents must have known that when they named her, they would have known all those elven stories and stuff.
She turns the trident over a couple times before putting it back with her other stuff, a little more carefully than normal, and lying down. Maybe it isn't real, but she chooses to believe that she was named for this hero Anemone. Must be a sign for what's to come. She slowly detaches from the world, permitting herself to dream about a griffin, and riding him with trident in hand.[/sblock]
This is why she hates cities. Or maybe it's just been too long since she met anything that didn't have this city's tendrils buried in it.
The taverns empty and the streets get more and more bare. Soon the only people she sees draw their scarves and cloaks around them to hurry past her. Peeking down each black alley, Shen finds one with some boxes and windowsills sitting in the moonlight. She turns off the road and approaches them, quietly gliding from one foothold to another up the building, until she can look straight up at the stars without dark shapes looming at the edge of her vision. If she looks around, she can make out some lights and buildings, some tall and some short, their silhouettes against the sand like the snarled teeth of an open maw yawning around her; beyond, endless nothing. Somehow, empty desert seems more comforting, but she didn't come here to be pampered, anyway.
[sblock="On a stupider note"]She pulls out her trident and examines it closely. What was that thing Alejandro said? "Anemone?" What did that have to do with a trident? It had totally slipped her mind to ask about it. It did kind of sound like her name, though, so it must be elven. Maybe Anemone was some kind of hero who used a trident. And if she was, Shen's parents must have known that when they named her, they would have known all those elven stories and stuff.
She turns the trident over a couple times before putting it back with her other stuff, a little more carefully than normal, and lying down. Maybe it isn't real, but she chooses to believe that she was named for this hero Anemone. Must be a sign for what's to come. She slowly detaches from the world, permitting herself to dream about a griffin, and riding him with trident in hand.[/sblock]
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