Planescape: A Hopeless Beginning

[Scotley]

Wyk

Wyk walks boldly beside Vaerhia exuding confidence not only because it is his natural state, but in hopes of dissuading the locals from bothering them. As they notice the Mezzoloths, he speaks, "Without weapons I'll be hard pressed to take one of them if it comes to that. Let us hope that diplomacy will be enough." The admission obviously pains him.

 

[Eluvan]

The two Mezzoloths pay no real mind to Wyk and Vaerhia as they approach the door, other than to regard them with the same loathing that they do everything else. The beetle-like things radiate an almost palpable menace, but they make no move to intercept the Bariaur and Succubus as they step through into the common room of the inn. Inside the atmosphere is dingy. The lighting is dim, the air is hot and stuffy, and the place is filled with smoke. Reclining on some cushions on the other side of the room is a group of five unsavoury humanoids all smoking large water pipes. The smoke smells strongly of cinnamon.

The other patrons of the inn are scattered about, seated at the tables or standing at the bar. If anything, the patrons are even more dubious in character than the people walking the street outside. There are still a few minutes remaining until the agreed time at which Vaerhia was to meet Dainan, and he is not yet present.

* * *

Eclaiyan, Krikit and Estariel, meanwhile, weave their way through the streets and come quite quickly to the open courtyard in front of the castle. From here they should be able to see the place where the ship crashed into the wall - just around the left corner of the castle from their current perspective at its front - but, astonishingly, there is no evidence whatsoever that the ship was ever there. It's entirely gone, and the wall appears much as it must have before the damage to it was ever done.

 

[JimAde]

Krikit raises his eyebrows and whistles appreciatively. "I'm impressed. How do you suppose they managed that?" he asks noone in particular.

 

[tylermalan]

Eclaiyan

"Don't know, but I guess this means that if our gear was still on the ship, it's certainly gone now. Now where could it have gone..." Eclaiyan starts twisting at the waist, looking on the ground behind him, jokingly. "Well, Do you suppose they took it inside somehow?"

OOC: What's the guard situation like outside the castle?

 

[Eluvan]

Two guards are stationed the base of the wide flight of steps that leads up to the imposing font gate of the fortress, one on each side. Both are humanoid, and look very well-equipped. They're obviously well disciplined, standing perfectly straight and watching everything vigilantly and impassively.

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

Vaerhia looks about the room and sniffs at the cinnamon-scented smoke, wondering idly which drug it was. Without hesitating, she leads Wyk toward an unoccupied table. “We have a few minutes before the time agreed upon,” she whispers to Wyk. She doesn’t mention who, assuming that Wyk would have already made the connection.

 

[JimAde]

"Hmm. Maybe the back door will be a little friendlier," Krikit suggests. "Let's go have a look."

[OOC: Basically I think we should just "case" the whole place before doing anything. Then we can bring useful information back to the others.]

 

[Scotley]

Wyk

Wyk positions himself next to the table moving a chair out of the way. "What do you think of our companions? I don't think I'd want to tangle with that elephant woman. She's built like a behemoth."

 

[doghead]

Minala, girl with tusks

Minala sits in the tepid sunshine contentedly watching the comings and goings in the open area in front of the mission for lost causes. Hopeless is a lost cause in Minala's humble opinion. And for that reason the fact that mission continues to try impresses her deeply. Few people, in her experience, give a damn about the misfortunate.

Not much happens. Which is why Minala is so contented. The last few days have been a little too much and have left Minala feeling a little rung out. She sighs softly and idly wonders how the others are going.

 

[Goddess FallenAngel]

"Physical strength is only one aspect of a person," Vaerhia says with a smile to Wyk. "The girl seems weak-minded. Have you not noted how she speaks to herself? She should be easy to manage if needed." She waves away Wyk's concern over Minala. "Personally, I would be more concerned with, say, Krikit or our celestial friend. It is those with the intelligence to be dangerous that concern me." The succubus shrugs. "But I feel that the rest of the group may be trustworthy enough... at least until we recover our items. I doubt any of us will be able to do so alone, thus we need to work together for a time." Vaerhia smiles wryly to herself. Including, unfortunately, me. Ah well… Rhalen will no doubt still be there when I finally get back to Sigil, She thinks. "But tell me - what do you think of our other companions, besides the elephant girl?”