Planescape - Dead God Rising

[Dire Lemming]

"Hipping the berk in the hive with no way to defend himself is practically penning him in ourselves." He looks from the dead Githyanki to the mangled Grimlock, and to the Aasimar. "What exactly are they going to pick up Tyrjon? When that poor sod wakes up it'll be all he can do to drag the eyeless one to a healer, if he's even still alive by then."

"In any case all I could get out of him was that he was scared of some woman, he said if he talked she'd find him and torture him, and then kill him." he pauses and then adds with a faint smile; "She doesn't quite sound like my type, but I'll keep an open mind. Oh, and thanks for keeping peery Noch." he finishes by tapping his knuckle on the side of his head.

OOC: Ya know, somehow I keep forgetting that Kyran is horribly injured, but anyone who notices feel free to heal him.

 

[Raylis]

Jema

Jema simply shakes her head at the offer of the tobacco. "Instead of banging here wigwagging, can do it on the go? The sooner we get to the cutters kip the better off we'll be. Those that attacked us should be thankful they weren't penned in the deadbook." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a vial, which she holds out to Kyran.

"Drink this, it may taste a little better than bub, but it will keep your from being pinned in the deadbook if some other barmy decides to try to show us their chiv."

OOC: it's a potion of cure mod wounds, edited for misreading and being tired

 

[A'koss]

"Hipping the berk in the hive with no way to defend himself is practically penning him in ourselves." He looks from the dead Githyanki to the mangled Grimlock, and to the Aasimar. "What exactly are they going to pick up Tyrjon? When that poor sod wakes up it'll be all he can do to drag the eyeless one to a healer, if he's even still alive by then."

Tyrjon sighs, clearly having trouble fathoming Kyran's seemingly nigh endless supply of generosity...

"Kyran... They can pick up sticks and rocks fer all I care. They're damn lucky they're not bitin' the iron over this as it is." Tyrjon bristles.

"I say let the Hive take care o' the Hivers. And if any o' these barmies want t' feed 'em to the Wyrm... then we got two fewer shivs on the street. I don't like takin' any unnecessarily risks, 'specially over a couple soddin' cross-traders like these. I can see this is where you and I are never gonna see eye t' eye..."

"In any case all I could get out of him was that he was scared of some woman, he said if he talked she'd find him and torture him, and then kill him."

"So clearly our jumpy little friend knows the dark o' something we'd be best lanned to ourselves. It's up to you cutters but if we had the time I'd wake i'm up and get those darks outta him..."

"But if you want to press on Rubious, we'll press on. Lookin' at Kyran there I think we should take stock o' our nicks 'n cuts though." Noting his own light wounds as well...

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'Of course. Come, let me heal you,' he says, turning to Kyran.

'Few cutters would give these bashers a second chance.You are a good man, a light in a dark pool. But it is not yet your time for True Death, neither, I'd wager, is it what these bashers want. They can take care of themselves.'

The Dustman lays his hands on the bodies of the wounded. His touhc is cold, slightly clammy, though as he begins chanting, a warmth radiates from the touch, filling their bodies with short wave after wave of restorative magic.

OOC: cure light wounds: Noch - 5; Kyran - 8. Cure minor wounds: Tyrjon - 1

 

[Deuce Traveler]

After his friend mentions that it is unwise to be defenseless in the Hive, Noch retrieves the aasimar's crossbow and lays it close to the unconscious man, then returns to give a thumbs up.

When Noch is healed he smiles and offers the dustman some tobacco, kissing his fingers and smacking his lips to indicate the great taste.

He then nods to Jema and says, "Now we go."

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Rubious looks at the shadowsyft for a moment. 'I must say, i have never had the... pleasure of conversing with a... shadowsyft? I cannot say for sure there are so many shadow creatures. Shadar Kai, Umbrans and gods know what else.' The man nods in gratitude and takes the offering.

Well, we go to the Mortuary for a dead-cart. And the hobgoblin, you think he'll point us in the right direction once we get back?' he says, turning to Tyrjon.

 

[A'koss]

Tyrjon rubs his temple at the merciful overtures being made to the cross-traders but says no more on the matter. Turning back to Rubious at his inquiry about the hobgoblin, the swordsage nods slowly...

"He's already lanned me to the location of Rhai'ik's kip, but I think he'll be useful to have along anyway..."

Tyrjon then walks across the street, getting the bound creature to its feet. After gagging and blindfolding it, he checks over it's bindings once more before draping a hooded cloak (if not it's own, then one from the other cross-traders) and rags over it in order to make it appear as a blind old begger. Taking it by the arm, Tyrjon leads it back to Rubious and nods that he is ready to go.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

OOC: ill regard that as needing a disguise check, though... this is the Hie so it wont matter much

 

[A'koss]

[sblock]

OOC: ill regard that as needing a disguise check, though... this is the Hie so it wont matter much

No prob.

In that case Tryjon might enlist one of the PCs who has ranks in that skill (if anyone) to put on the "finishing touches" on the disguise... [/sblock]

 

[Nalfeshnee]

[sblock=Tyrjon]Well Disguise is generally self only, so ill use your amazing Charisma bonus for the check [/sblock]