[LPF] A Soul Indiscretion

[toasterferret]

Falkner stands back, trying not to get any shark gore on his cloak.

"I vote the Festhall. It would be nice to have a chance to relax and get some information about what we may be dealing with."

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric Hawkins, Human Male Fighter

At the mention of nasty odors, Borric seconds the Cap'n's notions, "Sorry lass, but the Cap'n speaks wisely. Better to go to one place for more than one reason and avoid further unpleasant assaults on my shnoz. If the consensus is such that Festhall is the place to go, I suggest we all stick together so we can plan properly."

With his vote to follow Fury, a consensus will be reached with one more opinion.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 21 (19 without shield, 19 flat-footed, 13 Touch) (w/ +1 Ring)
HP: 23 Current: 16
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: Shield & Shark Fin[/sblock]___________________________

Borric Hawkins

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

The Festhall is a few streets over, and consists of two houses which have had their side walls removed and a multicolored awning slung between them across the canal with a large wooden bridge come dance floor fixed in place over the waters.

Upbeat music flows forth and the group see a number of brightly dressed Penkians playing music while more of their number and a good few commonly dressed folk work on a pink griffon Penkfest float anchored besides the dance bridge. The atmosphere is generally festive and laughter rings out.

As they approach a man dressed as what might be a fashion conscious clown moves over and greets them with an exaggerated bow and a great grin,

"Gentleman and lady welcome, and hello! Join the celebration pull up a chair, dance like a dickhead and wave your seat in the air. Or perhaps you are injured, you look a bit blue, we'll need a donation - because you look like you can pay and booze is not free - but I'll sort your out or my name isn't me." He winks,

"Or rather hello I'm Quinby Hjones Priest of Penk, needs healing, or very good beer, a dance and a song, or just a listening ear. Dammit, stop rhyming Quinby! What can I do for you folks?"

 

[GlassEye]

Fury is still feeling fine over his new accomplishments when they arrive at the festhall. He grins at the priest's antics and even though he isn't a worshiper of the Laughing God he knows the festhalls are a place of good cheer and after what they've seen recently he could use a little more of that.

He bows to the priest. "My friends call me Fury. We could use a drink, a bit of healing and some good cheer, not necessarily in that order." He taps his belt pouch so that a few coins clink dully. "Penk would laugh at the sad state of our purses but we've coin enough, I think, for what we need."

[sblock=MiniStats][size=+1]Fury[/size] Human Rogue 2 / Bard 1
Initiative: +6 Perception: +6

AC: 16 (14 touch; 12 flat-footed)
HP: 25 Current: 18
CMB: +3 CMD: 17 Fort: +1 Ref: +9 Will: +2

In Hand: none[/sblock]

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Quinby nods and checks the group over, healing those in need with what Fury and Zelena instantly recognize as bardic magic.

While Quinby works and chants a girl wearing a partially constructed costume of brilliant pink and purple feathers passes them each a mug of very strong beer. And they watch as children run up the stairs in one of the houses and hurl themselves from the roof into a series of nets rolling from one to another until they are tumbles out onto a mess of old fabric and furs.

OOC: Deduct funds as per NPC spellcasting please. You may roll your own spells, he only has CLW available for healing.

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric Hawkins, Human Male Fighter

Before anyone pays for healing, Borric looks to the group's healers, suggesting nicely, "If we are going to wait until tomorrow morning to confront the demon, perhaps you two can deal with our wounds without resorting to paying unnecessarily."

With a smile of thanks, he accepts a mug of brew. When the jester fellow, Quimby, asks about what they need, Borric replies, "First, we seek information. We are trying to identify a demon or devil and hopefully learn some about its abilities." He describes the beast as best he can from what the Fishman said.

[sblock=Mini Stats]Initiative: +4
AC: 21 (19 without shield, 19 flat-footed, 13 Touch) (w/ +1 Ring)
HP: 23 Current: 16
CMB: +5 CMD: 17 Fort: +5 Reflex: +2 Will: +1 (+2 vs. Fear)

Current Weapon in Hand: Shield & Shark Fin[/sblock]___________________________

Borric Hawkins

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

OOC: You only know the Demon will probably pick up the Contracts in the small hours of the morning. So say 1am to 4am. So there is no guarantee they will still be there tomorrow.

 

[Songdragon]

The gnome shrugs... "I just know of the woman... and I am not one of the wounded." Zelena will follow along.

Arriving at the Festhall and being assaulted by bad rhyme and tacky costume she will catch Borrick's eye with a 'you dragged me to this" look... She will roll her eyes the gnome will lean against a wall and such and wait for those that need tending to be done.

As the warrior mentions demon she watches the reactions of those around to see if any undo attention is given to the man.

(Perception take 10, 20)

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

After getting Borric to describe the "demon" Quinby calls another couple of Penkian's over and discusses with them for a bit before turning back to the party.

"Might be a Babau demon, but it does not sound quite right... That's the closest we can come, and I am sure there is a bit of dimorphism between such creatures. If it is you will need cold iron to really hurt it, otherwise you would be lucky to mark it with a greatsword. I'm afraid that's all we can tell you, other than the obvious it being strong and fast, etc."

 

[Gerald007]

"I wouldn't suppose you had any cold iron weapons laying around, do you Quinby? That might be enough for us to loosen our purse strings even further."