The Sea's Righteous Might

[Harvey]

Marisa Calathar, Cleric of Wee Jas

"And I'd sure hate for a nice lady like yourself to get involved with people as bad as Hugo." As Miles says this, Marisa gives her a look of disbelief... as if she's heard lines like this before, but from better con men. "Why do I think you're just stalling for time? And where did your little friend go?"

OOC: Sense Motive 18

Marisa raises an eye as Jal begins to cast... even as a co-worker, Marisa realizes that she had only just met this halfling a few scant hours ago, and she becomes a little unsure as to his intentions. Her fears evaporate, however, and a smirk comes over her face when she recognizes the tell-tale signs of casting charm person. "At least now we'll know some answers" she thinks to herself.

OOC: Spellcraft 25

 

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Mires seems momentarily stunned, but when Jaleph walks back to join the group a huge smile speads across Mires' face. Still grinning, he answers Marisa.
"Hmm? Oh, Milton? I sent him to Hugo's place to get some help. Hey! Ya know, he might be back soon! Oooo, you guys better head back to the Clam Shell...they think you are heading uptown!" Mires swings around to address Bran, leaning towards him. "There's still a price on your head, you know. Hugo wasn't the only one you made angry," he whispers, giving Bran a conspirational wink. "Hugo said to leave you alone though, this close to the sailing of the Righteous Might.. Hugo said not to attact any unwanted attention. I dunno." At this Mires shrugs, as if he isn't clear on why Hugo would say such a thing.
"Me and Milton, we just thought we could get some of our guys and collect your bounty, real nice and quiet," Mires starts giggling at this, placing his hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh. "Guess we screwed that up, huh! Boy, Hugo is going to be mad."

 

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Jaleph Bigthumbs Halfling Sorceror

Thinking quickly, Jaleph comes up with a plan. He smiles friendly-like at Mires, and says "Well, since you have come to your senses and told us the truth, we're not mad at you. Say, what do you think of the idea of coming uptown with us? That way, if we run into your friends, you can explain what a mistake this whole thing was. And it'll be fun! Come on, come have fun with your new friends." By the end of this, Jaleph is grinning winningly.

 

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Ven: You make it back to the alley with no problem. You arrive just in time to see Mires stand up and clasp Jaleph's hand like a long-lost friend.

"Well, I guess that might be alright. I gotta warn you though.. some of those guys might still be real mad."

Mires stoops down to pick up his shortsword by the blade, and drops the point into the sheath so it slides home with a snick. He pushes the sheath around to his back, sliding it along on his belt, and pulls his cloak back over it. "Don't want the guards uptown to see you carrying too much steel," he winks, "they tend to ask a lot of questions."

 

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Jaleph Bigthumbs Halfling Sorceror

"Well, don't worry about it too much. After all, we'll all be together. They couldn't do anything to a group like us, could they? Let's go ahead uptown, and we'll worry about those other guys if we run into them." So saying, Jaleph nods to Bran to lead the way.

 

[Harvey]

Marisa Calathar, Cleric of Wee Jas

Marisa falls in line behind Jal and Bran. "I hope you know what you're doing..." Mari whispers to Jal as she passes behind him. She wraps her cloak around her body, making sure it covers her morningstar and she re-slings her shield across her back.

 

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Mires leads you to the far end of the alley, out towards Barley's Lane. Just as he steps into the street, he collides with another, shorter figure. Its the short thug! Milton!

"Mires! You're still here? Where's... oh boy." Milton spots Bran and the rest of you, and reaches for his short sword. Two others come up behind Milton and stop short. One raises a small handheld cross bow, pointing it at Bran, the other spreads his hands wide and flexes his fingers.

"No! Wait Milton! Just have a chat with Bran, its okay!" Mires places one hand on Milton's sword arm, and tries to wave down the thug with the crossbow. The third one, dressed in a sleevless shirt and a short cape, flips the cape back to reveal heavily tattooed biceps and shoulders. Most of you recognize the tattoos as a sorcerous tradition in some of the less civilized tribes and plainsmen. The tattooed man looks at Mires with a careful eye, and leans in to whisper something to Milton. Milton nods and turns to Mires.

"Okay Mires," Milton says carefully, keeping his sword in its sheath. "Um, Mires, Hugo really wants to talk to you. Why don't you go on back to Hugo's place and see what he wants, and we'll stay here and catch up with Bran and his new friends."

"Sure Milton, I mean, if Hugo isn't too pissed or anything. I'll be back in a bit... I mean, if that's okay with you guys?"

"Oh no, he's not at all mad..." Milton replies, his eyes shifting off Mires to Bran and Kragor. He backs up a bit to let Mires through, and his companions spread out, putting some distance between them. "As a matter of fact, Hugo wanted me to let Bran know there's no hard feelings, and to wish him luck on his journey."

Sense Motive DC12: [sblock] Milton is obviosuly trying to defuse the situation. He really does not want to get into a fight, and would be perfectly happy leaving with Mires in tow.[/sblock]

Sense Motive DC17: [sblock] Milton places an odd emphasis on the word "journey," and seems to sneer just a bit as he says it. [/sblock]

Jaleph: [sblock] You can't be sure, but you think you detect the scent of kerosene coming from one of the thugs... like something has been spilled on his cloak. [/sblock]

 

[Animus]

Bran Olvant, Treasure Hunter Extraordanaire

Bran leads his companions and Mires down the way until they meet up with Milton. He says, "I see you have come for Mires." When Mires speaks and Milton and his guys move to let him pass, Bran considers Milton.

[Sblock]Sense Motive (1d20+2=22)
I was fooling around with invisible castle the other day to see how it works, but this roll is for real.[/sblock]"Yes, and I will enjoy my journey. Iggy knows skill when he sees it," he says with a flourish, "and it's obvious some people need to find themselves some skill."

 

[Harvey]

Marisa Calathar, Cleric of Wee Jas

OOC: Sense Motive 18

Marisa falls in line again, eyeing up the tattooed fellow.

 

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Question for Reddist:
[sblock]Important question, from which one is the odor rising?[/sblock]