[Planescape] Squaring the Circle Redux - IC

[Thanee]

Zoe Windwalker

Without any hint, what person to look for, Zoe waits for Flaust to approach whoever she is trying to meet here, and will keep an eye open on the surroundings meanwhile, getting casually distracted by the fine music and dance.

 

[deadestdai]

Seeking out a pretty serving wench, Flaust asks politely if they could direct her to the best way to where a cutter named "Barumpth" might be - stand up fellow and all that. If said wench seems like a little "help" is needed to jog her memory, Flaust will produce a stinger to help do the job.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Blade's eyes slip around the Festhall, wondering idly why no one is taking the coins. Illusion perhaps? Or a curse on the coins? It must be something like that. In a place like this I couldn't see some of the weaker-willed letting this wealth just sit on display when so many are starving in the mud.*

"Perhaps I can go see what is going on around here. Maybe we can find what we're looking for just by listening," Blade offers.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Seeking out a pretty serving wench, Flaust asks politely if they could direct her to the best way to where a cutter named "Barumpth" might be - stand up fellow and all that. If said wench seems like a little "help" is needed to jog her memory, Flaust will produce a stinger to help do the job.

The serving wench furrows her brow at Flaust's question. "Badumpth? I don't know... Mabbe you mean Badurth, the owner of this place?" she asks tentatively.

Kiaros:

Spoiler

[Kiaros rolled Hide 18+24=42, Spot 6+20=26, Listen 14+20=34] Proceeding very carefully, you check out the side rooms on the first floor. A few of them empty but others are filled with private parties, offering all kinds of drunken revelry and debauchery but little of interest to your mission. Many of these folk are too hammered or stoned to even stand up, much less answer coherently. You float back to check on the party briefly, to see if they've any luck and you notice Flaust talking to a serving girl.

 

[deadestdai]

The serving wench furrows her brow at Flaust's question. "Badumpth? I don't know... Mabbe you mean Badurth, the owner of this place?" she asks tentatively.

O! Right, yeah - Badurth!, that's the cutter! Sorry, had a bit of somethin' stuck in me gizzard. Flaust coughs elaborately to prove her point, smacking herself in the chest for extra effect. How does a blood get to see..... Badurth? Ya know, in person? Do I need to makes an appointment, or can ya just lead me to 'im? Flaust's fake smile is too much to bear, but she hopes it will be enough to get what she wants from the wench.

Spoiler

Would Bluff +12 help me here?

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Burrow, you exit from a natural arch made from black volcanic rock, pitted and dull from years of contact with the acrid air.

You start the laborious climb up Maygel, the central spire, towards where the Festhall of Falling Coins is located. The good news is that it gets you out of the encroaching marsh quickly; the bad news is that the berks in Torch have no concept of civil engineering or urban planning, nor do they, you suspect, care. You wind detouring, backtracking, and scrambling over more dead-ends and roadblocks than in the Hive of Sigil. At least the body count is about the same.

Before long, you are approached by a friendly-looking basher, a human male with dusky skin and a short, scraggly goatee. "Hail cutter! You a visitor to Torch as well? Perhaps we can help each other out, eh?"

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

[Flaust rolled Bluff 5+12=17] The girl gives Flaust an odd look at her fit of coughing and too-sweet smile but shrugs and informs her, "If you want to see Badurth, go talk to Ivth there and tell him yer name and business. (She points at a blue-skinned genasi with long white hair and bushy sideburns currently directing the setup of a dais.) He'll pass on the chant to Badurth, who will decide whether he wants to see you or not."

 

[deadestdai]

With a short word of thanks to the serving-girl, Flaust walks over to Zoe and the others and tells them about the Genasi who could help them.

Spoiler

Would Flaust know already about the coin-fountain?

I was gonna go see this Ivth m'self, but thoughts you lot should know the chant too in case ye'd had other idea's?

 

[Ashy]

Burrow, you exit from a natural arch made from black volcanic rock, pitted and dull from years of contact with the acrid air.

You start the laborious climb up Maygel, the central spire, towards where the Festhall of Falling Coins is located. The good news is that it gets you out of the encroaching marsh quickly; the bad news is that the berks in Torch have no concept of civil engineering or urban planning, nor do they, you suspect, care. You wind detouring, backtracking, and scrambling over more dead-ends and roadblocks than in the Hive of Sigil. At least the body count is about the same.

Before long, you are approached by a friendly-looking basher, a human male with dusky skin and a short, scraggly goatee. "Hail cutter! You a visitor to Torch as well? Perhaps we can help each other out, eh?"

Burrow nods non-commitingly, wondering what in the Nine Hells a friendly basher is doing in Torch in the first place... Then, he begins to ponder on the mathematical probabilities of two friendly bashers meeting one another in Torch and...

...Burrow just manages to break his own pseudo-philosophical train of thought before he derailed his own mind - and stammered a reply. "Faith and begora! Lady's Grace and the Lord's Blessin' 'pon ya! And just how might we two strangers each help th' other, I ask?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"I have no ideas of my own on this one, and, as with so many other things, I can wait for it to be taken care of one way or the other." Vlad pulls up an empty chair and sits. Hrothgeat, too, seeks a chair.