Thirst for power (Finished) (Knight Otu judging)

[SlagMortar]

"There are spells that do that kind of thing, but I am not powerful enough to cast them yet. Unfortunately, I am unable to hear what Louie hears. He just sends me general feelings. If we knew the location of magic shop we might be able to find a scroll, though I doubt the guard looks to kindly on anyone selling that kind of magic."

 

[Patlin]

Banion appears a bit frustrated by this dissapointing news.

"Well, whatever we are going to do next, we better do it fast. Whatever they are planning in that meeting, it might very well steal the initiative from us."

 

[SlagMortar]

"Let's go meet with this Artea. Maybe that will help clear things up."

 

[Patlin]

"I'll be right behind you, as usual."

Banion disapears into the shadows.

 

[Someone]

Since you know the directions, finding the Passiflora isn´t difficult. It´s located fairly close to the rich part of the city, so if you expected a local buried in the seediest depths of the city you´re dissapointed. It´s, however, rather discreet; from the street level a narrow flight of stairs climb to the first floor. Now, to your left there´s a heavy, reinforced door with no sign in or over it, lodged in the wall so it´s difficult for Banion to see Beamer and Draig from the street level; a quite small window, now closed, allows those inside to peek at whoever is outside.

A lantern with red panels hang over you, dripping the water condensed from the humid air and mist.

 

[wmasters]

Draig looks at the set-up. "Not what I expected. I guess we should knock, since they want to see who it is..."

 

[SlagMortar]

Beamer knocks on the door and waits for an answer.

OOC: That worked out pretty well for posting at the same time.

 

[Someone]

A while after Beamer knocks the door, the small window appears. Since, again, it wasn´t built thinking on people of your size, the ensuing confusion follows, until whoever it´s behind the door realizes what´s happening. He doesn´t seem to be very bright.

Anyway, the door is opened ajar. The bouncer is a living testimony that if humans can´t mate with ogres, some of them are a damn good imitation of the resulting offspring: he´s huge, perhaps 7 feet tall, and fat. Under his sleeves he´s hinding a pair of gnomes that writhe and stretch from time to time, or maybe those are his biceps. A club hangs from his belt, and you can glimpse a bit of chainmail hidden behind his clothes.

You can see his lips moving, and a while after the sound arrives: "Uhhh... I have to see your gold first."

 

[SlagMortar]

Casting a sidelong glance at Draig, Beamer takes his pouch from his belt and opens it a crack revealing a around 25 gold coins mixed in with a few silvers and coppers.

 

[Someone]

The gigantic bouncer approves Beamer´s credit with a now and opens the way into the brothel. It´s more or less what you expected; you can see just a small room, dimly lit, with all walls covered with dark red curtains. Overelaborated -and quite uncomfortable- furniture invades most of the free space within the room.

You don´t have to wait for long. Short after the bounced eclipses himself -and that´s quite a feat- a white haired middle aged woman appears from behind one of the curtains. She´s modestly dressed in a buttoned black dress.

"Greetings, my friends. You´re aware that we don´t have girls of your races, aren´t you? Before you answer, let me make clear that it isn´t a problem if that´s exactly what you´re looking for. We´ve had that kind of request before."