Planescape - Dead God Rising

[rowport]

Nuan the Houseless

Nuan's extended tongue darts out, snatching the bloody rat out of the bowl. As he smacks his froglike lips and works his oversized jowls, the sound of bone crunching is disconcerting. He appears content for the first time since the party entered the inn, a brief but terrifying reflection of the Beast of Chaos that he truly is.

Pausing to pluck a bone free, he offers loudly,

“More whispers. Still more whispers. And who wants 'life away from the Wheel', or anywhere at all for that matter? It is all just to endure until the Doomguard ends it.

Hurm. Tasty rat, though... you got that part right.”

He turns away from the tiefling then, and slurps up the remaining water, daintily enjoying the mint leaf in a teasing way.

OOC: Any of you who pick up the vibe of Nuan channeling Mr. Hyde from "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" would mean that I am getting it right.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

Doomguard... that explains a lot she says as she turns to the others
And the rest of you bloods? Because this is usually where the clueless run to when they get too scared

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kyran

Kyran stares at the odd asortment of greenery, wondering what if it's supposed to be edible. He listens thoughtfully the waitress and casually replies; "Hm, I've been away from the cage for quite a while actually, but what makes you say that?"

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'Well, way i see it, a cutter finds his way here from the Prime, he's likely to go barmy sooner rather than later, with all of this to contend with...' she says, gesturing to the room and the door. 'the lucky ones find themselves here. The not so lucky, well, they don't usually find themselves in the dead book, that's if they're lucky. Those that do get here find the closest thing to a friend in Tjallon over there,' she points to the bar where the barkeep is serving a pair of githyanki.​

'He shows them the way things are around her, the dark about The Rule of Threes and other life-lines. He gets them on their feet, or through a portal if they know what's good for them. I just thought you might know him, that's all. Tjallon gets bloods of all sorts coming in here, but they rarey stay. Like i said usually Primers in here.​

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kyran

OOC: What race is he?

Listening to the waitress, Kyran smiles slighly, "Sounds like a fine blood he does, but we were just hired to guard a slightly less clueless primer, guess he's staying here. Never traded chant with Tjallon before though."

 

[Nalfeshnee]

OOC: he's a human and berk = idiot in case you didnt know

[sblock=dice rolling]http://invisiblecastle.com/rolldice.py is a great site for dice rolling, which means you can roll your own dice. just type in your characters' name, the dice and modifier, roll the dice and post the url result here, showing the dice roll. you won't need them quite yet but i thought i'd let you know[/sblock]

 

[Dire Lemming]

OOC: Hm, the way it's been used I always though it meant "fellow" or something. People don't tend to use it in an insulting way in PS:T oh well, I'll change it. Also, I don't care about rolling my own dice in PbP games, it's too much hassle, so feel free to roll for Kyran.

 

[Nalfeshnee]

'Like i said, he's a good blood. You ever need something, he'll do his best. Which is more than i can say for most berks in this Birdcage.'

 

[Dire Lemming]

Kyran sighs, "Too true, tisn't Elysium, that's for sure." he says with a small chuckle. He gets a far off look in his eyes for a moment. "Well, I'll have to trade chant with him some time. Though you seem to have the dark of things yourself, you ever walked the planes?"

Diplomacy roll, 12 + 15 = 27 Cause Kyran is just so charming.

http://invisiblecastle.com/find.py?id=545984

 

[Nalfeshnee]

She regards the aasimar for a moment and shrugs. 'Hasn't anyone who lives here? I've seen my fair share of places. Some i liked others, others... well, let's say I will not be going home any time soon.' She turns rund to the other cutters around the table. 'And you? You look like you've been around the wheel.'​