PFS #51: The Shadow Gambit
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soulnova
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Lanel whistles surprised at the size of Kaer Maga. "That's not how I imagined it"
Lanel nods at Kalenth "Yeah, I think you are right. If this Horis is actually trying to make a lodge for the society, we might even come across him while looking for a place to stay, heh." Lanel will then help to find an inn.
He offers the Light Crossbow and bolts to whoever is in need of ranged weapon.
Once that's done, he will try to check the potion he found with Detect Magic+Spellcraft.
Lanel nods at Kalenth "Yeah, I think you are right. If this Horis is actually trying to make a lodge for the society, we might even come across him while looking for a place to stay, heh." Lanel will then help to find an inn.
He offers the Light Crossbow and bolts to whoever is in need of ranged weapon.
Once that's done, he will try to check the potion he found with Detect Magic+Spellcraft.
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vl.arandur
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"Indeed," Harken mutters, in a newly bad mood at the sight of the loathéd Kaer. Cities always did this to him to an extent, but none more so than the cramped, seething masses of flesh and stone that were the Kaeryat. Personally, he'd sooner sleep in a tree somewhere, but he was in civilization, and he must act civilized to some degree. "Stand by me, Koshka," he says to his cat, picking her up tenderly, "lest some urchin decide you'd make a good meal."
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
[sblock=OOC]Sorry for the slight delay. I was trying to figure out where the Halflight Path enters Kaer Maga - I thought I'd read it in the Kaer Maga sourcebook, but I can't find it now. So I'm going to say you're coming in through the Warrens.[/sblock]
As the Duskwardens leave you and you discuss your next move - eventually deciding to find lodgings and bed down until tomorrow - you begin to notice your immediate surroundings. You are in a huge nest of ramshackle buildings, piled haphazardly atop one another, spilling together to form narrow alleys branching off from the main thoroughfare in bewildering fashion. There are several raggedy looking youth eying you sidelong, plainly arguing about something. Finally one grimy youngster of indeterminate gender approaches.
"Greetings, sirs! New to the city? All respect and honors, gov, but you’re not. No one is. These walls have seen wonders that would turn you or me to dust, and they’ll see more after you’re gone. No sir, Kaer Maga may be new to you, but you’re nothing new to Kaer Maga. Ten thousand years she’s slept here, and still we’ve yet to wake her. Some would say as we’re her dreams, on account of our strangeness, but I don’t buy that. I say we’re her children, though a fat lot of good that does us. See, the city, she’s like a giant insect who’ll devour her young without a second thought. In here, there’s none who will so much as bother to forget you when you’re gone. You’re nothing. I’m nothing. And these warrens will be our tomb.
“Why the long face, chum? This is home. And besides, you’ve got me. And for a fiver a day, I’m your new best friend.”
As the Duskwardens leave you and you discuss your next move - eventually deciding to find lodgings and bed down until tomorrow - you begin to notice your immediate surroundings. You are in a huge nest of ramshackle buildings, piled haphazardly atop one another, spilling together to form narrow alleys branching off from the main thoroughfare in bewildering fashion. There are several raggedy looking youth eying you sidelong, plainly arguing about something. Finally one grimy youngster of indeterminate gender approaches.
"Greetings, sirs! New to the city? All respect and honors, gov, but you’re not. No one is. These walls have seen wonders that would turn you or me to dust, and they’ll see more after you’re gone. No sir, Kaer Maga may be new to you, but you’re nothing new to Kaer Maga. Ten thousand years she’s slept here, and still we’ve yet to wake her. Some would say as we’re her dreams, on account of our strangeness, but I don’t buy that. I say we’re her children, though a fat lot of good that does us. See, the city, she’s like a giant insect who’ll devour her young without a second thought. In here, there’s none who will so much as bother to forget you when you’re gone. You’re nothing. I’m nothing. And these warrens will be our tomb.
“Why the long face, chum? This is home. And besides, you’ve got me. And for a fiver a day, I’m your new best friend.”
vl.arandur
First Post
Harken raises an eyebrow at the walking dirtpile, under which might be some sort of child, and holds Koshka yet closer, stroking her. "You see what I mean?" he says to her under his breath, letting Lannel take point regarding interaction with the urchin.
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
The ragamuffin looks perplexed for a very brief moment, but recovers quickly. With only the slightest trace of sarcasm - truly almost undetectable - he replies, "Oh! Please forgive my lack of manners, sirrah. I am Gav Nahli, freelance greeter in this fair city. And you are . . .?"
[sblock=OOC]From what you can tell, the youngster is exactly what he seems - a street kid looking to make a quick penny (or five).
Yep.[/sblock]
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