Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

Cyian's ears perk up when Sister Anemone says that the folks around here will be happy. If I defeated Carlos I'd be just like a hero in a story."You say Carlos has a camp? Do you know where it is? Maybe we should look to see if has your friend there or not." Cyian asks as he steps forward.

Sense Motive = 21

 

[Trouvere]

"We havenae seen onybody but Clods-o'-dung an' his thugs sin twa days ago, like they say, but we did see a party ay merchants near tae Orussus fower ur five days ago. Didnae pay ony attention tae wha wis in it. Thaur micht hae bin yer lassie amang them," Gildrim says.

"If ye havenae haurd ay Mordren Manor, it's nae bother. We'll hae tae leuk fur high grund in th' swamp. It's seid tae hae bin oan a hillheid. But if it faced th' river, it's likely oan th' wrang side ay th' hill tae see fram this edge."

 

[covaithe]

To Cyian: "I don't know where Carlos lays his head. If I did, you can be sure that I wouldn't let him rest easy there."

To Gildrim: "So you plan a trip into the swamp, do you? Most folks don't think the swamp is safe these days." Her voice is guarded.

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

Cyian nods his thanks to the Sister's reply. I'll find it, it will make for a better story. The Warrior vs. The Evill Bard. And asks,"Please can you tell us about this swamp? We really don't want to trudge through the whole thing looking for a house which may or may not be there."

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim growls. "Aye, we do, laddie. If we dinnae fin' th' hoose, we anely get paid if suith-tellin' magics shaw that we tried oor best."

"Sister, whit's changed these days tae mak' th' swamp mair ay a peril?"

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

Gildrim growls. "Aye, we do, laddie. If we dinnae fin' th' hoose, we anely get paid if suith-tellin' magics shaw that we tried oor best."

"Sister, whit's changed these days tae mak' th' swamp mair ay a peril?"

"Oh your right Gildrim, I forgot about him saying we would need to tell under truth magic that we really tried are best to find the manor."

[sblock=ooc] And I forgot too- Jerrand[/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

"Sister, whit's changed these days tae mak' th' swamp mair ay a peril?"

She scowls. "Well, that depends on who you ask. The root of the problem, if problem there be, is that lizardfolk live in the swamp. You ever meet one of them? They're a sight to look on, it's true; all scales and cold eyes and slime. But in my experience, they've always been decent folk, true to their word. We used to be close to them, we of Cragger's Rest, until that fool Cardith Burwood took it into his head to go trading with them, taking nothing more than cheap glass beads and a string of empty promises. He came back empty-handed and swearing that if they wouldn't give him his due, he'd take it by force. He took a rusty sword, a tin-pot helmet, and a couple of rowdies lingering at the inn on their way through town, and went back into the swamp."

She scowls again, clearly reliving unpleasant memories. "I found his body a week later, not two hundred paces from here, just lying on his back like he was laid out for burying, at least what was left of him was. His... There were stab wounds, like from a knife or a spear, but there were pieces missing, too, and it looked like he had been chewed on. By a lizard."

She pauses for a long moment before continuing. "If you're staying at the inn tonight, you'll hear plenty of stories about who all went in after the lizardfolk, how many they killed and what treasures they took, but you're a fool if you believe one of 'em. Still, it's not my place to talk about what happened then. Nowadays, we don't talk to the lizardfolk and they don't talk to us.

[sblock=sense motive DC 18]That last sentence isn't completely true.[/sblock]

 

[Trouvere]

"Weel, that's an unexpectit snarl in yer beard in th' mornin', an' nae mistake," Gildrim mutters. "Ah think we micht be needin' a bit mair cannie plannin'," he says to his companions.

A sudden thought strikes him. "Och, Grendath's hairy... hem, pardon me, Ah'm in th' presence ay a leddy. Naebody in toun's bin huntin' an' picklin' 'em fur servin' at th' inn, hae they?"

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Cyian

occ: YUCK!! Glad Cyian didn't have any

"Lizardfolk living in the swamp will make tracking down the manor more difficult unless..." Cyian gets a look of consentration on his face.

ooc2: what's my intelligence before I go acting all smart brb

Sense motive 17 can you believe it

 

[Halford]

Erf listens to Anemone cocking his bushy brows at a couple of her comments.

[Sblock=OOC]
Sense Motives vs Anemone (1d20+3=11, 1d20+3=11) So made the first failed the second.[/Sblock]

"Ah, well maybe you don't get out into the swamps much now, but when you were a bitte younger I bet they couldn't keep a fiesty girl like ye away from all that mucky fun! Surely ye must be able to give us a bitte help so we don't go muddlin' like a pack of rummed up goblins?"

He flashes her a great grin as he waves his arms and rolls his eyes, impersonating the aforementioned "rummed up goblins."

"So it sounds like the Lizard folk are willin' to be friends so long as ye don't go tryin' it on. We'll be alright then! I like lizards, even of the none pickled variety, anythin' that can lick its own eyeball is alright by me! When ye used to talk to them who'd ye chat with? Anybody we should ask for? We just need to recover a nick-nack thats of no use to them so we ought to be able to work out something mutually beneficial."