[Planescape] Squaring the Circle Redux - IC

[Old Fezziwig]

Vlad sighs at Blade's suggestion. "I don't object to the idea behind splitting his fee evenly, but I'm afraid I'm rather short at the moment." He counts his change. "I only have about fifty-nine and four, which I'm happy to give over. Any suggestions?"

 

[Thanee]

Zoe Windwalker

“I only have about two hundred in coins myself, hopefully one of you can front the rest for now.”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I have enough to cover you for now," Blade says simply, taking the time to count out an extra three hundred and fifty, and taking the other hundred and fifty from Zoe, leaving her with fifty, and taking none from Vlad. "I would not leave you penniless. I know you will make up for it later.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Burrow alights upon the ground near his friend and returns to his normal form. A look of worry, mixed with relief crosses his features as he embraces his dear friend. "Faith an' begora, lad! Looks as tho' you had a bit o' a rough go of it as well!" The druid then casts cure light wounds on the dire badger (unless he feels that a lesser or greater spell is needed).

Claw snuffles Burrow's hair affectionately and seems very, very glad to see you, virtually knocking you down in with his welcome. The cure light takes care of his minor wounds and the two of you set off towards the gate not too far away.

The gate towers nearly three stories and is carved into the likeness of a giant, snarling face, with the gaping mouth serving as the opening. It is guarded by a band of grubby bugbears in patchwork armor and equipment, backed by a large, floating eye. Currently, they're amusing themselves by tormenting and bullying a small kobold. When you approach, the largest of them, a scarred, mangy-looking fellow with hideous dental hygiene flicks a bored eye at you and grunts out, "5 jiinx" in badly-accented Common.

Gate to Upper Torch​

 

[Thanee]

Zoe Windwalker

Zoe nods appreciatively towards Blade, happy that at least someone was level-headed enough to bring some money on this trip.

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

"We shall tell you what you wish to know. We are looking for Daubei's Obscure Woe because we are searching for the cure to a disease we believe can be found there. We found mention of it in the possessions of some baatezu we defeated, and have reason to believe the disease was caused by the baatezu. The answers to our questions is what we seek from Daubei's Obscure Woe," Blade says simply, and reaches into her bag to pull out her portion of the fee.

Badurth merely waits patiently as Blade counts out the jink, lighting another pipeweed stem in the meantime. When you are done, he takes a deep breath of smoke and then wheezes out, "A cure for a disease caused by the baatezu, you say? Curious...." He looks thoughtfully at you for a moment, then continues. "Daubei's Obscure Woe is actually a tiny stretch of land located somewhere in the first furnace of Gehenna... but can only be reached through a ruined building here in Torch. It was once an estate run a long, long time ago by a well-to-do basher but no one's been in or out of the place in decades. It's reputed to be haunted, you see." A trace of sardonic humor creeps into his wrecked voice as if privy to some amusing inside joke, "Or at least that's how the chant goes."

Badurth crooks a long, thin finger. "Do you have a map of Torch? I can show where it is... or would you prefer a guide?"

 

[Sephiroth no Miko]

Sidling away from the group of men in a nondescript fashion, Flaust finds herself an empty table away from others, preferrably away from bouncers or such and sits and watches the crowd for more marks.

You are seated at a small side table looking for your next victims when a tall, blonde human male dressed in a long greatcoat approaches you. A large owl is perched on his shoulder, its right eye milky and blind. "Excuse me, miss?" he asks politely with a distinctly foreign accent-- you guess he's probably a Prime. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a someone-- a woman, about yea high..." he gestures to about shoulder height. "She has short, blonde hair and blue eyes..." he proceeds to give a quick description, but unfortunately, you don't recall seeing anyone here fitting the depiction.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

"Thank you." Vlad says this quietly, with a touch of embarrassment. Despite his years as a Dustman, he's never quite let go of his natural dwarven pride. He lets someone else pick between the map and the guide, although if asked, he volunteers his preference for the map.

 

[Serpenteye]

Kiaros grins at the mention of the haunting. Although most of them were thoroughly insane it could still be interesting to meet some of his own kind.

 

[deadestdai]

You are seated at a small side table looking for your next victims when a tall, blonde human male dressed in a long greatcoat approaches you. A large owl is perched on his shoulder, its right eye milky and blind. "Excuse me, miss?" he asks politely with a distinctly foreign accent-- you guess he's probably a Prime. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm looking for a someone-- a woman, about yea high..." he gestures to about shoulder height. "She has short, blonde hair and blue eyes..." he proceeds to give a quick description, but unfortunately, you don't recall seeing anyone here fitting the depiction.

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Sense Motive +9

For a moment, Flaust considers spinning a yarn to see if she could bob this newcomer, but thinks better of it. With a polite pointy finger, she gestures to the door and offers, She hasn't been 'ere since I've been about. But then that 'asn't been long. Get ye gone Clueless, I got business to get on with. And with that, she looks to call over a server to get her a glass of milk and the whereabouts of that Genasi so she could find out where her friends were and why they were taking so long - all the while being wary of the man and his mangy bird, hand sliding under the table to her sword's grip to be ready for danger at a second's notice.