Both Willow and her hulking white lion of a companion Boon seem quite happy to let the word twisters deal with the blubbering girl in the funny clothes. Or maybe they are completely unaware of the appropriate response to loss, having lost their own families at such a young age. The diminutive druid pours some of her ale into a plate in front of the maneless hunting cat. His rough tongue slides the plate noisily over the wooden planks of the tavern floor enthusiastically.
[Living Pathfinder]The Green Faerie
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That's quite alright, I've sword off women for now. He says hurriedly, unsure of what the orc has in store for him. Unless you plan of releasing me, that would be wonderful.
Perhaps we could strike up a deal? I have a rich friend, I'm sure he would pay you well for my release. You could take me to see him, and he would hand over the money. he says.
Diplomacy =11
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Walking Dad
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InVinoVeritas
Adventurer
[sblock=Alnar]
"Hmm, someone would pay money for you?" Kazzag wonders. "Yes, I would pay money for you, yes, I believe you."
She crosses over to the top of Alnar, where his arms are shackled down to the slab. She slams her hands down on his wrists, sending shots of pain where his skin is abraded by her tough, craggy nails and deeply callused palms.
"But first we have some fun. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
She ponders that a moment. "No, I don't like gentle. But I know healing magic for afterward."
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Maschera looks out in shock, her lip quivering, her body shaking. She wobbles on her feet. Nathan and Umberto leap up to catch her, and she crumples into Umberto's arms. The two men lead Maschera to the table, and have her sit down. She sobs into Umberto's shoulder as Nathan gets the wine for her.
"How can he be gone? Who could have done such a thing? He was so nice, so kind... Did he get into trouble? Was he attacked?"
Umberto puts his arm around her, touching her hair. "He was attacked. If you know anything, it would be a great help. But please, just take a moment, rest a moment. Let out your grief."
Maschera looks up from her crumpled position, tears streaming down her cheeks, looking straight into Umberto's eyes. "You look so much like him. He always said you were the better brother."
She steadies herself, drinks some of the wine, and heaves, her chest puffing out as she calms down. "He had mentioned some trouble with gambling debts, something at the scorpion tables at Casino di Venza. I told him to stop gambling, it's a terrible habit, nothing ever came of it... You don't gamble, do you, Umberto?"
Umberto shakes his head.
[sblock=Ta]
Nathan and Umberto rushed to Maschera's aid, but she was much more receptive to Umberto.
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"Hmm, someone would pay money for you?" Kazzag wonders. "Yes, I would pay money for you, yes, I believe you."
She crosses over to the top of Alnar, where his arms are shackled down to the slab. She slams her hands down on his wrists, sending shots of pain where his skin is abraded by her tough, craggy nails and deeply callused palms.
"But first we have some fun. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
She ponders that a moment. "No, I don't like gentle. But I know healing magic for afterward."
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Maschera looks out in shock, her lip quivering, her body shaking. She wobbles on her feet. Nathan and Umberto leap up to catch her, and she crumples into Umberto's arms. The two men lead Maschera to the table, and have her sit down. She sobs into Umberto's shoulder as Nathan gets the wine for her.
"How can he be gone? Who could have done such a thing? He was so nice, so kind... Did he get into trouble? Was he attacked?"
Umberto puts his arm around her, touching her hair. "He was attacked. If you know anything, it would be a great help. But please, just take a moment, rest a moment. Let out your grief."
Maschera looks up from her crumpled position, tears streaming down her cheeks, looking straight into Umberto's eyes. "You look so much like him. He always said you were the better brother."
She steadies herself, drinks some of the wine, and heaves, her chest puffing out as she calms down. "He had mentioned some trouble with gambling debts, something at the scorpion tables at Casino di Venza. I told him to stop gambling, it's a terrible habit, nothing ever came of it... You don't gamble, do you, Umberto?"
Umberto shakes his head.
[sblock=Ta]
Nathan and Umberto rushed to Maschera's aid, but she was much more receptive to Umberto.
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HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
After Maschera's untimely entrance Markas curses to himself.
While the others tend to the woman he takes up a position near the door, sword and shield in hand. He stands watch with the door only slightly ajar.
[sblock=Perception DC0] Markas curses to himself, "Damnable fool, after last night you should know better." [/sblock]
While the others tend to the woman he takes up a position near the door, sword and shield in hand. He stands watch with the door only slightly ajar.
[sblock=Perception DC0] Markas curses to himself, "Damnable fool, after last night you should know better." [/sblock]
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Arhhh! Alnar shouts with pain. That hurt... that hurt! Please don't hurt me, please! Have mercy! Alnar begs, pretending to be weaker then he is.
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Nathan Tchanlach, human sorcerer
Nathan frowns. "We'll certainly swing by the casino, though in most cases I've always been of a mind that gambling halls prefer hurting to murder. The latter gives them no further avenue for collecting their debt, after all, and such places put their income above all other concerns. Still, worth looking into.
"I'm afraid we have another concern, Maschera," Nathan says, glancing back toward the door. "One of our companions sought to keep an eye on you last night, to make sure you would stay safe. You clearly are, but he's nowhere to be seen. Do you recall seeing anything strange last night? Hearing any kind of ruckus?"
Nathan frowns. "We'll certainly swing by the casino, though in most cases I've always been of a mind that gambling halls prefer hurting to murder. The latter gives them no further avenue for collecting their debt, after all, and such places put their income above all other concerns. Still, worth looking into.
"I'm afraid we have another concern, Maschera," Nathan says, glancing back toward the door. "One of our companions sought to keep an eye on you last night, to make sure you would stay safe. You clearly are, but he's nowhere to be seen. Do you recall seeing anything strange last night? Hearing any kind of ruckus?"
Walking Dad
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Ta-Am-Ath AC 15 (T15, FF12), HP 13/13, F +3,R+4,W+4, CMB +4, CMD 16
Ta waits for the right moment (Umberto and Mashera not in hearing range) to share his observations with the others.
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sense motive +6
Ta-Am-Ath
gained: 2 potions of mage armor, 60 gp
lost: 10pp, 1 potion of mage armor.
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Ta waits for the right moment (Umberto and Mashera not in hearing range) to share his observations with the others.
[sblock=ooc]
sense motive +6
Ta-Am-Ath
gained: 2 potions of mage armor, 60 gp
lost: 10pp, 1 potion of mage armor.
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HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Markas listens to Nathan and nods his head sagely. A former guard he has seen what toughs do to people who get in deep and don't have the coin for when they lose. It could have been a "roughing up" that went wrong. Markas has seen that happen a few times too. He was just about to comment when Nathan continues.
He didn't know that Alnar was acting as Mashera's shadow. And it didn't bode well that he didn't show up a minute after her.
"Think the orc's got him first?" he asks concern in his voice.
He didn't know that Alnar was acting as Mashera's shadow. And it didn't bode well that he didn't show up a minute after her.
"Think the orc's got him first?" he asks concern in his voice.
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