Ptolus: The Legend of Longcoat

[Erekose13]

Leading Vanden out of the temple, Maugra stops on the steps outside the giant gear doors. "Where too next? I think that the Delver's Guild might be best. Might even be a good idea to join if we are heading down under."

 

[Trench]

Ada's eyes narrow. She tries to get a better look at the object that the lizardfolk is fondling and hopes it isn't anything her girls see on a regular basis.

 

[Trollbabe]

With great relief Garnet leaves the Necropolis and its dreadful uncomfort. Looking to the sky he sighs and then begins his trek back to the docks with thoughts of re-supplying and getting ready for the next delve.

 

[Voadam]

Garn steps up and clamps a big mitt on the assarai's shoulder, slamming him back against the doorway and forcing him to face Ada and himself. "Hey buddy. The !@#$ing lady asked you a friendly question. Ignoring her is pretty insulting. I don't like that." Garn grins, revealing more tusk. "I'm going to have to !@#$ing do something about that."

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

A hand lands firmly on Garn's shoulder.

"Like what, friend?" a voice behind him asks.

 

[Voadam]

Garn turns his head, a snarling glare on his ugly face for the person who crept up on him by surprise. Instinctive warning signs go off on a subliminal level for the half-orc and he gets ready for a brawl as he sizes up the newcomer.


ooc dodge designation for mister new guy.

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

The lizardman who stands before Garn is distinctly different from the one cowering in the doorway. He wears no rags, but rather carries himself confidently, even proudly. Despite the cold weather, he is dressed in little more than bracers, a belt and, strangely, a loincloth. A large sword is sheathed on his back and a platinum medallion of some sort hangs around his neck.

"Care to ask Phoebus whatever it is you're wondering," the lizardman says, in remarkably unaccented Imperial Common -- indeed, he sounds like any human resident of Midtown, "Or do you only have questions for those wretched souls you can torment and bully?"

 

[Trench]

Ada looks up at the lizardman and clearly sees a different tactic is in order.

"Bullying is one way, but we're open to other avenues. You wouldn't happen to know where the Pelican offices are would you?"

 

[Whizbang Dustyboots]

Without taking his eyes off Garn, the lizardman raises his left arm and points toward Pier Six.

"Under there."

 

[Voadam]

Garn tosses the wretched huddling assarai aside and turns to fully face the new lizardman who is pointing to the side with his clawed hand but not lifting his gaze from Garn. The half-orc steps up to the scaled warrior and leans in, uncomfortably invading the lizardman's personal space with his ugly mug. "Sure I got a question for you, Feeb. Your parents really !@#$ing named you Feeb? Well Feeb, you work for the Pelican?"