[LPF] A Soul Indiscretion

The Duke will come back in from inside, apparently having gotten up an hour before dawn to work out.

"Ahhh sleepy heads, ready to go yet?"
 

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OOC: I will post later once I get back to a computer, but I left conversation hooks on everyone but Falkner that were ignored (unless Syl is drunk because he was with Borric). Plus an action about the treasure, GM. ;)
 

[sblock=perrinmiller]I feel Borric is probably quite often politely ignored, lol. The shops are closed and you do not have the chance to sell loot, lets leave it until the end of the adventure please.[/sblock]
 

"I'm ready," says Fury as he thumps his boots from bench to floor and stands up. He adjusts his swordbelt until it sits comfortably on his hip. "Now let's see about that tenderizing business."

[sblock=perrin]It wasn't so much that I ignored it but that I wasn't sure at the time how to respond. I took the easy out and posted actions for the night and conversation for the morning in order to get back to the adventure as quickly as possible. I know, there's more to rp than just the adventure; I'll try to be more responsive in the future. I edited in a comment in my last post but there isn't much need for a response from Borric. Since Songdragon said they were still interested in continuing I'm sure they'll post some way to bring Zelena back.[/sblock]
 

"Tenderizing sounds good. Where should we start looking Fury?"

Falkner makes a last minute check of his weapons and armor while waiting for a response.

"Good night Borric?" Falkner asks, noting Borric's "morning after" state.
 

The gnomish woman finds herself a cozy little inn to spend the evening. As night falls she offers up prayers to Ral. Within the meditation her anger drains away... As the moonlight fills the room and engulfs the small figure she is able to see her own errors and in that the insight to continue on.

Zelena then sleeps a fitful sleep, tossing and turning. She wakes in a sweat. After a bath she has a small morningfeast. When she finishes she nods to herself and pays for the meal, gathers up her things, and heads for the Planks.

Before entering the district she ducks down a nearby alley where she mutters a few simple arcane words and casts prestidigitation and soils her clothing, hair becomes a mess, and smells something awful. The gnome smiles to herself, hoping to fit in with those of the Planks. She then moves into the district, staying to the shadows as much as she is able.

(( Stealth take 10, +10 = 20 ))
 

Duke, you were out early. Or is that late?" He grins and then turns to Falkner to answer his question. "Last I heard the Eels hung out at the Bottle and Blade. Some back alley dive with dog fights, gambling..." He shrugs.
 

Just before noon, a disheveled Borric comes into the Dunn Wright Inn and looks around. He hasn't shaved this day either and his eyes are bloodshot. He greets his fellow adventurers and answers the Cap'n, "What a fookin' night, let me tell you. Syl, you sly man-witch! I lost track of you around the Plum's Blossom Bosom. Those two ladies do that thing around your... well you know? They gots talents, eh?"

He pounds a fist on the counter top, "Oy! Horny devil woman! Can I get some ale, bread, and cheese? Sausage too if you have it... ah, please?"

After some lippy attitude from Marla, Borric pays here and scarfs down his meal. About finished, with food still be chewed in his mouth, he says, "Let's start kickin' in doors and what not to catch us some eels." <chewing> "I am ready."

Heading out the door, he will regale the others of his and Syl's luck in the various brothels from the previous evening and morning.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 20 (18 without shield/flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 23 Current: 23
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: Guisarme[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 

"Let's go find the Eels, everyone. Perhaps Borric should lead as I saw him tracking a couple of what I can only assume were sea creatures at the 'establishment' last night.
 

Borric snorts, "Pshaw! One of those wenches certainly smelled fishy. I stayed away from that one and enjoyed the company of that red head that smelled of lavender. She could su... ah, never you mind, let's get to work, eh?"

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 20 (18 without shield/flat-footed, 12 Touch)
HP: 23 Current: 23
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: Guisarme[/sblock]___________________________

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Borric Hawkins
 

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