Tales From The Old Bald One-Eyed Salty Red Dog Tavern! (chapter 1, now closed)

I step foward and flourish in the direction that the guards should be in...

"Good sirs, we merely disposed of the spoils of a society that would choose to hoist themselves on those that they see as less able. We deprived them of the one thing that they sought to deprive others of. A good life. We would have let them go but they decided that we would be good marks and easy to get money out of. I tried to talk them out of it and they would not listen to reason. As you can see We were able to wipe the floor with them Blindfolded and not even breathing too heavy."

I gesture around again...

"The good people of the city deserve to have freedom and peace. These ruffians decided that they could decide the fates of those that they met. We will continue to fight oppression and destroy the oppressors."

I bow, turn to walk off the dock so I can finally remove the blindfold.
 

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K glances at Desert, competely lost on whatever point he is trying to get across

Wystan said:
"Good sirs, we merely disposed of the spoils of a society that would choose to hoist themselves on those that they see as less able. We deprived them of the one thing that they sought to deprive others of. A good life. We would have let them go but they decided that we would be good marks and easy to get money out of. I tried to talk them out of it and they would not listen to reason. As you can see We were able to wipe the floor with them Blindfolded and not even breathing too heavy."

Yeah

Wystan said:
"The good people of the city deserve to have freedom and peace. These ruffians decided that they could decide the fates of those that they met. We will continue to fight oppression and destroy the oppressors."

Yeah!

So you guys dont even have to worry about anything]
says K taking a step closer, we'll clean up and everything
 

Gray Shade said:
Berserker Bill gives the Half-Orc a nod and salute of his hat. He then walks toward the door, stopping in front of the newcomer. He says, "I don't kill in cold blood, but his shenanigans about convinced me otherwise. You're right, though, he's not worth it. So you're here to join in, eh?" Bill looks him up and down. "Perfect! Walk down to the docks with me so we can collect the rest of the party and get on our way. I would never question your obvious strength of arm and hardness of body and am glad to have your help; however, the duke's plan had included Sir Dudley, as we heard he was a brave and pious warrior. You look pretty brave and pious . . . are you? Brave . . . and pious?"


The half-orc snorts.
"Ohuh. Brave. I ain't stupid and I ain't suicidal. But I'm not used to running away when things look like someone's gonna get hurt either. And pious? Well, I'm not an obnoxious stuck-up holier-than-thou, follow-my-commands-or-a-hell-hound-will-rise-and-bite-you-in-the-arse kinda feller, but I get along quite nicely with my Patron."
He turns and looks at Sheriff Bill.

"And you? Brave and pious? "
 

Berserker Bill smirks an appreciative smirk. "Brave and pious? Well, I hold my own in a fight and have split creatures twice my size into hunks of bleeding meat a quarter my size, but if I were truly brave and pious I wouldn't have been trying to find Sir Dudley. Come," he says as he walks out the door. As he moves through the hall and back outside, he finishes, "I like your style, good sir! Allow me to deputize you so that you can join us on our quest."

On the walk back toward the docks, Berserker Bill pulls out an extra Deputy pack and hands it to his new ally. "Do you swear to uphold the and so on and so on, but most importantly help me find the mystic Chromium Orb of Frobozz and keep it from evil hands? If so, excellent! Consider yourself deputized, and here's 200 gold to get you started."

For details on the Deputy Pack and the mission, see the following recap (in sblock to save space only):

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"Now. If you'll each open your deputy kit, you'll find the following." Here, he opens his bag and narrates as he removes items one at a time.

"Your badge of course. It's silver *ahem*colored*ahem* and is the proof to citizens of you authority. When wearing, try to maintain your command presense. Do not let anyone get the best of you while you wear this. And under no circumstances are you to panic while wearing this badge. Remember," he indicates his own badge on his strap, "this is what keeps us humanoid." He stops with his hand reaching for the next item and adds, "and don't try to throw it like a throwing star. It won't work. It will only embarrass you, especially don't do it in front of your fiance's family. Crap. What else is in here?"

"You should also find a signal whistle, on a lanyard." He indicates the lanyard (rope necklace) and then puts it around his neck. "If there is trouble, and you cannot handle it on your own, blow in this. This is very important when you are on watch or patrol, but NOT to be used when sneaking or when a companion is sneaking, unless the trouble is very bad and you panic, which you won't do. If you hear a whistle," he blows whistle, "run toward the sound and assist as you can. I try to start by saying, 'what is the trouble? how may I be of assistance?' You can say what you like, but those are proven as combat ready. When you use the whistle, try to blow 3 times. Do not suck. That, too, is just embarrassing."

"Let's see . . . you also have a quarter pound bar of soap. I think Ranti will appreciate this. Despite his first impression of me, I try to stay clean. As a representative of the Duke, you will be expected to be hygenic. I don't think I need to say anything more about that." He tosses the bar of soap he was holding in front of Richard and continues.

"Silvered Dagger. Important for many reasons. Good against werewolves, ghosts, lycanthropes . . . uh . . . elementals, I think. All kinds of stuff. Basically, if the regular stuff isn't working, try this baby."

"Cube of wood. This is about 4 inches each side. You can use it for whatever you need to. It's nice for whitling on while you're on a long trip. Goes hand in hand with the dagger, see?" He whitles a curl of wood off the block. "You could also whittle maybe a door stop or something that might be useful . . . maybe a . . . It's not really big enough to carve a wooden stake out of, but I think silvered daggers work on vampires, so we shouldn't need that anyway."

"This is all standard-issue stuff. Uh . . . oh! You got a whetstone, of course. To keep your dagger sharp. You can use that on pretty much any edged weapon."

"Nice, thick pair of wool socks. Just in case we find ourselves somewhere cold."

"Piece of chalk. This is good for both drawing on rocks or tables." Here he tries to draw a line on the table to illustrate, but there's beer perspiration and it doesn't really draw. He tries a few more times until it makes a white mark. "Like so. Easy. You could draw a map, or a monster you saw, or a dog you saw the monster eat, or whatever. Also, if we get caught in any kind of maze: this! THIS is what you'll want more than anything . . . and, as deputies, you'll have it."

"That's about it, really. Oh, and the sack itself. Very important for carrying loo-er, evidence. Good sturdy sack for each of us, because carrying capacity becomes SO important."

"Now, of course you'll want to supplement all this with your personalized gear, weaponry and armor. But I urge you all not to overlook the items which can become so much more useful than a sword . . . heh . . . well, not more useful than a SWORD really, but you know, useful. Some people like the 10 foot pole, some like the pitons, the rope, grappling hook, so on, so on. Myself, I trust in the bucket." He shows off a very nice, sturdy bucket. He kisses its side. "This bucket's saved my life. It will again."

"And here's your money." He then pulls out 5 bags of gold. "This is for your time and talents. There's 200 in each bag. Once we've retrieved what we're looking for, and it's out of evil hands, you'll get twice that on top of it."

"We're going after a magical device called the Chromium Orb of Frobozz. It's hidden underground near Lizard Spit. Now, I know the general direction, and I know we're gonna have to go through the goblins that have been terrorizing this town. I also know that this may get ugly, but if you take my money and deputy kit and I don't see you here in the morning it's going to get even uglier. I am a member of the tracking corps, that's how I got here. So if you're in, you're in, and you'll be ready tomorrow to head through goblins and underground to protect this item from evil hands and protect the citizenry of this fine Dukedom . . . also from evil hands."

OOC: Each Deputy kit weighs 3 pounds.[/sblock]
 


Ranger Rick said:
Desert looks up, "Dead? In todays day and age with magical healing and zombies and skeletons, is anyone really dead? I believe they are visiting a different plane. What did you do to them? Did you do something and now you are trying to repent?"

The taller one stops ogling K and screams, "ZOMBIES?!?!?! AAAAIIIGGGGHHH!!!!" and runs off, back into town. The shorter one sighs, waves at the bodies, and says to no one in particular, "Clean all this up... Yeah. Just, er, clean it up." He then starts back up the hill into town, after his partner.

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OOC: I will be gone today till Tuesday.

I think we all will... ;)
 
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Wystan said:
I step foward and flourish in the direction that the guards should be in...

"Good sirs, we merely disposed of the spoils of a society that would choose to hoist themselves on those that they see as less able. We deprived them of the one thing that they sought to deprive others of. A good life. We would have let them go but they decided that we would be good marks and easy to get money out of. I tried to talk them out of it and they would not listen to reason. As you can see We were able to wipe the floor with them Blindfolded and not even breathing too heavy."

I gesture around again...

"The good people of the city deserve to have freedom and peace. These ruffians decided that they could decide the fates of those that they met. We will continue to fight oppression and destroy the oppressors."

I bow, turn to walk off the dock so I can finally remove the blindfold.

The remaining guard stops, turns, and listens, absolutely flabbergasted by your speech. He stands there slack-jawed and wide-eyed, never having heard such eloquent loquacity before in this tiny burg. As you leave, he shakes himself and looks around him, wondering if anyone else was as affected by this as he was. A bit embarrassed, he turns to go.

"So you guys dont even have to worry about anything," says K taking a step closer, "we'll clean up and everything."

"Uh, yeah... Yeah. Do that." He finally leaves.
 
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"Good work guys" K gives them a hearty thumbs up and hoists the body again. She and Richard can be seen taking them to a large tree nearby the docks.

She then returns as Richard begins to dig
 

LogicsFate said:
"Good work guys" K gives them a hearty thumbs up and hoists the body again. She and Richard can be seen taking them to a large tree nearby the docks.

She then returns as Richard begins to dig

Shortly you notice a few of the townsfolk giving you strange looks, and after a few minutes of this one of them finally walks up to you.

"Uh... Just what are you doing, here? Don't you think they should be buried in the cemetary, if they really deserve a burial at all? I mean, I don't know where you're from," he says, eyeing you up and down, "but around these parts we're not in the habit of burying bodies in the town."
 

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K unable to think of a decent excuse, stamers for a bit...
Then grows angry
"Why do you even care? I thought all you guys were extremly apathetic!"

If they persist...

K does some quick wizard thinking and comes up with a good lie "Yes well, If I buried them in a graveyard I might forget where I put them, and then how would I retrieve the bodies later?!?" yup, a good lie


OOC: I'm out of country for a few days starting tomorrow, I may be able to post, I may not
 

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