(LHHS) The Light Hearted Hack n' Slash Game (III)

[Creamsteak]

"No, I do not find your words insulting.
The problem is that Captain of Guard, lady Jane Saraphin, has imprisoned a young lady. She says that the lady is a nymph or a half-nymph, but the girl denies it. My personal feeling is that she shouldn't be kept prisoner, nymph or not. Lady Jane has, however, given me orders not to see the girl again. So I am at a loss, to follow my orders or to follow my heart.
The Code tells me to follow the orders of legitimate authority, of which Lady Jane is a representative of, and also to help innocent, as which I see the girl."

"Now that seems rather awkward. I'm not sure of these circumstances, I should know of all prisoners and such. I cannot investigate until the lady is awake, but I'm sure an internal review can clear up any issues that you have. Would that suffice to clear your mental palette?"

 

[Creamsteak]

After the blizzard of information which Brawn only partially groks (the discussion being an environment/context he's not familiar with), his eyes glaze over during the discussion and he enters a Saurial trance, expanding his sense of smell and thought until the offer of food comes.

Brawn comes to quickly at the offer : "Oh, please - some food would be wonderrrful!
LOTS of it.
Fighting down therrre is awfully hungerrr-causing worrrk.

And a nice warrrm bed would be nice afterrr all the uprrroarrr and dangerrr down therrre... I tend to get sleepy when it gets cold." ( <--lizardfolk accent is back)

"I assume your appetite matches your size? I shall find something suitable for yourself, and a bed can be arranged, though our guest rooms are filling up as of recent. Mayhaps some of you wouldn't mind sharing rooms?"

 

[Creamsteak]

"Would you be interested in interrogating the scoundrel we took captive to learn something about the provenance of these coins? Maybe you have some way to ascertain he speaks the truth? and what do you mean by 'strange things'?"

"I cannot figure it out at all, the entirety of the matter is utterly confusing. First of all, new fads have been reported, onces of a debaucherous nature. Women and men being victimized with ritualistic scarring, and fang marks up and down their bodies. They don't complain, they don't report it, and they always say that they had it done intentionally."

At this point, some of you notice the accent of the Impressario, a very haughty and aristocratic tongue. He conceals it well, as any professional actor would, but it definitively marks him as an easterner, from the wealthy and small kingdom of Launcelot.

"As the Impressario, I am responsible for all 'disguised' operations of the civil guard. I am utterly relied upon to protect the people by using reformed criminals and well rounded individuals to control the few debaucherous individuals in the city. Well, and I've found awkward reports from agents who dissapear for many days. They remember waking up during a mission, days after their last memories. The clergy states readily, their minds have not been wiped at all. They are utterly clear and normal."

"And third, I've found that although this city is a hospitable climate, with an incredible degree of solidarity, criminals still come in. We have Silver Dragons guarding our skies and criminals still take their chances! Whatever it is that brings them, we highly suspect that the entirety has outside connections to foriegn lands. Places like Blackmagi, the home of corruption and debauchery centralized! I have no idea how they manage..."

At this point Jayle, the blond haired knight girl, daughter of the Impressario, enters again. She wears her hair in a manly way, very short and parted, and she tries to carry her thoughts in a very masculine way, but she is without a doubt, very much a woman. She wears a rather refined and extremely light looking Mithral full plate, with no helmet, and a rather fancy ornamental blade on her left side. Her father treats her as an equal, as to any men that know her for a decent amount of time, but many of the town sentries wives call her a horrible girl for her take on life. She interjects on her fathers comments,

"Father, I do not doubt what Lady Krindor has stated. Madam Seraphin has proved very troubling these past weeks. Her attitude is not normal, and her eyes are glazed over like the zombie-like onlookers in the slums. Our slums may be the best in the world, but even a home and meal every day does not prevent criminal minds from being criminal. I am, without a doubt, solidly convinced that magic is at work."

Jayle's father turns back to her, "Jayle, they are still people, and just because they do suffer from the glazed eyes, it does not make them criminals. They are lazy, and jaded, but not entirely corrupt. Let them be, they are not to be your worry, my daughter."

Jayle rebutles, "No, father, you misinterpret. I know of the old magic, and I do not doubt that some student of the dark arts has come here to work against our church. The Slate brothers themselves are worried about this matter, and they wish we would use our manpower to at least determine what course of action would be best. My conversation with them has me thinking that they could deal with the problem themselve, if only we gave them direction."

 

[reapersaurus]

Brawn exudes a scent of excitement and expectation when large amounts of food are offered, as well as a warm bed.

He thinks: . o 0 (These soft-skinners may have strange ways, but the level of physical comfort they have as a standard way of life could certainly be something that my people could benefit from.

I just hope I don't get TOO soft around the middle from being comfy...)

Brawn pats his belly, visibly thinking.

When he hears from Jayle that someone may be virtuous, and held against their will, and also someone else may be under a spell, subverting their true nature, he bristles:
"That'sss not rightss!
My people suffered from people of the "dark artsss" sneaking in our churchesss, too.

They made a mess of things, and many of my people were hurt.

Brawn would help, if you could use hisss ssssword..." <--proper lizardman accent (god, Brawn's stupid, saying long R's lazt time)

 

[Lichtenhart]

"So you feel that these strange events, the reappearance of the dark arts and of those ancient coins are linked?"
Mak raises an eyebrow at Brawn's offering, then something comes to his mind.
"Do you think that we, as strangers, could be useful to you? I guess that, apart from the goblins in the sewers, very little in the city know that we side with the law."

Yes! Earn their trust and get the most out of it. I definitely like this city. Besides, my devotion to the cause of good should impress Krindor, and maybe also this other lady. I sure would know how to make her feel like a real woman.

 

[Darkwolf]

"I have to agree with Mak here. Not many know our side and they might even try to recruit me if they really do use dark magic."

 

[Dalamar]

"If you would see to it, I would be thankful, Impressario."
Krindor bows again.

When the discussion turns to innocent people under dark spells, the breton's sense of duty arises.
"I, too, offer my blade at your service concerning any trouble."
I did not think that Mak was this bent on justice. He seemed more dark when we first met.

 

[Creamsteak]

The Impressario tries to take a moment to take in the general attitude of your group, scanning, thouroughly, for anything strange. He thinks a bit, then dashes out of the room very briefly, to go fetch something.

Jayle sits down on an ivory sofa on the southern side of the lounge, somehow she manages to retain her comfort even in the armor she bears. She turns to Krindor and Brawn primarily, and speaks a bit of her mind, "You, lizard-man, are quite interesting. What tribe are you from? One of the slaved ones, one of the shamanic ones, one of the druidic ones, one of the civilized ones, one of those that comes from the Trollforge? I'm familiar with much of your culture, I'm quite well read. And as for you, lady Krindor, why did you become a Knight?"

Jayle then glances at the door, and notices something that some of you have been aware of for some time. The guard on the door-post has been edging in, and listening in on the conversation. Jayle remarks, in a whisper, to Krindor (who is nearest), "That's Guildenstern, he's disgusting, and quite perverted. If you come round him, try and avoid any length conversation. He's one of those types that tries to mix love potions in your food and such."

She then returns to the main conversation, and asks Brawn, "May I see that sword of yours, I like it."

Regis sits down on a wooden stool, very low, and sips his brew, after pooring a small leather container of blue powder into it. He stirs it in, then looks over everyone, "How long you wanna bet that the Impressario will be gone for? I'm considering going to use the sink while we are waiting."

 

[Dalamar]

Krindor smiles as comfortable memories flood to her mind.
"It runs in the family. My father was a knight before me. These"
She shows the shield inscribed with her family crest and then draws her bastard sword, hand hilt of which is shaped like a hawk from whose mouth the blade extends.
"are family heirlooms, passed from the previous knight to the next."

 

[Creamsteak]

Krindor smiles as comfortable memories flood to her mind.
"It runs in the family. My father was a knight before me. These"
She shows the shield inscribed with her family crest and then draws her bastard sword, hand hilt of which is shaped like a hawk from whose mouth the blade extends.
"are family heirlooms, passed from the previous knight to the next."

"Ah, so your of inheritance. Are you from the eastern country? My ancestors came from Launcelot, but I was born and raised here. My father is the youngest of three brothers, and did not inherit much more than money from his father."

She examines your equipment,

"The blade looks as if it was once enchanted, as you can denote from the way the sharpness is perfect along the edges... how do you unlock it's enchantment? Is it just a matter of being noble of oneself, a matter of being honorable, heroic, or is it a blade that seeks the blood of evil creatures? The only heirloom my family retains is this woman's hair band, which is rumored to be unlocked by love or some other non-sense. When it turns from silver to gold, it will increase the mental ability of the wearer in all aspects or something else."

(In case it isn't clear, I'm asking Dalamar what kind of form he would like Krindor's weapon to gain experience through. I use the Inherited experience table for characters that want to carry their weapons through the entirety of a campaign. In other words, I reward a seperate amount of experience to the weapon itself every time I award experience. When it reaches level 1 it's normal, at level 2 it's masterwork, at 3 it's +1, at 5 it's +2, at 7 it's +3, at 9 it's +4, and at 11 it's +5, and so on, but it cannot gain an epic enchantment until the player using it is epic.)