Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Halford]

Erf's jaw drops at Kshatrya's kiss, which turns out to be unfortunate as it means his mouth is open when Fenenn licks him giving his a mouthful of dog tongue.

Spluttering Erf kneels down and splashes his face in the pool, scooping up a handful of the water and using it to gargle vigorously.

"Gah, Fenenn!" He compalins good naturedly ruffling the wolf hounds fur while starring dazedly off after the Nixie. Finally he shakes himself and turns back to his comapnions, unable to contain a goofy grin.

"The coast's clear Gildrim, we should take a look at this 'ere chalice 'n' then get back te work I s'pose. Urns don't find themselves."

The forest gnome retrieves and examines the chalice.

[sblock=Appraise 21]Appraise (1d20+2=21) I love you too Invisible Castle ![/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

Erf retrieves a heavy silver chalice studded with semiprecious stones and worked with relief carvings featuring fantastical animals who are either performing some kind of intricate dance or else locked in deadly combat. It's hard to tell, since the silver has tarnished a bit where the water contacted it. But it is heavy and well-made, and Erf reckons that with a bit of polish it might fetch as much as 20 platinum dragons.

Gildrim stomps out of the little glade, sword clean and bits of twig in his beard. He gestures at the unconscious grigs. "Wha d'ye maun t'dae wi' tha' lot?"


[sblock=on appraise]For the life of me, I can't figure out how appraise is supposed to be even remotely useful as a game mechanic. It seems to presuppose the existence of some kind of haggling mini-game, but there don't seem to be any rules for such a thing, and if there were, I think I would work pretty hard to avoid ever getting involved with it. I mean, imagine: "you think the thingamabob is worth 200g based on your appraise roll, but the shopkeeper offers you 150. Do you take it, or make a diplomacy or bluff check to convince him it's worth more?" Ugh. PbPs are slow enough without that nonsense.

The short version of which is, don't bother making appraise checks in my games. [/sblock]

 

[Halford]

Erf frowns, what exactly does one do with a captured Grig pervert? He doubts there is any real swamp justice system.

"Well, err, how about we tie them up 'n' put 'em in one of you fellas backpacks fer the time bein'? They can take a bit of joslin' with hides as tough as their's. We finish up our work 'ere checkin' on 'em every few minutes, 'n' then we take 'em down te the camp. I'd like Apikotoa 'n' Kshatrya's input, maybe the lizardmen or fey 'ave a council or some such? We can't kill 'em, but we can't just let 'em off either..."

The Forest Gnome is obviously experiencing some conflicting emotions as he regards the unconcious villains.

"In anycase we 'ave a quest te complete! We should take the Urn to, I'd say it belongs te Kshatrya she can use it te make a fresh start."

He claps his hands,

"So ye want te finish searchin' this level? No time like the present I s'pose!"

Erf mounts Fenenn and the big dog trots over and allows his companion to open the door(K19) - assuming that neither Ter-raen or Gildrim object.

[sblock=On Appraise]I'm with you, horrible mechanic.[/sblock]

 

[serow]

Ter-raen decides to ask, feeling be damned. "Why we don't get rid of them now? Less... trouble next time. Ter-raen not very comfortable if they try to make trouble later when we find urn." He takes a second look at the place, and can't recall if they have actually even gotten up to the second floor yet. "Maybe more trouble upstairs, we might not handle well."

 

[Halford]

Erf's thick eyebrows raise in surprise,

"But Ter-raen that'd be cold blooded murder! They may be nasty bitte bast'ds, but they're still people! We're heroes not murderers! Besides it'll take them a good while te recover, more 'n' enough time fer us te finish up fer the night I'd wager. We're heroes... We're good that'd be bad, so we can't do it... Because its bad, and heroes don't do bad things. See?"

 

[Halford]

[sblock=OOC]What do you guys think about the prospect of me writing up the adventure as a Story Hour? I don't think it ould take much to make the text we have here extremely readable. Not saying I am actually going to do it, btw, just putting out some feelers - obviously I would not do so without Covaithe's permission, etc.

I have just compiled the first 8 1/2 pages into a word document, a pretty decent read with some very amusing moments - I will attatch this if anyone is interested, please bear in mind it has had virtually no editing and that I am generally selecting only the IC portions - unless they are not explained fully IC. Its good to have a backup, just in case anyway.[/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

ooc: Regarding a story hour: It's fine with me, but make sure you get the other players' permission, too. Regarding the grigs, perhaps we should move on for now and then flash back to this conversation when Trouvere returns? I'm not very willing to put words in his mouth for this, but I don't want to hold up the show either.

 

[Halford]

OOC: Works for me on both counts.

 

[serow]

Ter-raen stares blankly at Erf for a moment, not sure how to respond. Several points run through his mind, mostly to do with the continued survival of the group and how these grasshopper men can pose a threat to that. But the tone in Erf's voice... Ter-raen responds with a sigh. "Okay, we keep them in Ter-raen bag. Come, help Ter-raen put them in."

[sblock=ooc]Wow, that's 37 pages and still counting!!! Anyway yup, let's move on then![/sblock]

 

[covaithe]

[sblock=upcoming availability, or lack thereof]I am going to disappear for a while at some point in the next week or so, possibly without any more warning than this. My wife and I are expecting our first child to be born any day now. When that happens, I'm sure I'll be unavailable for at least a few days, and afterwards my free time will be much reduced, which will necessarily slow things down a bit here. I hope not too much, but...

Anyway, if I disappear suddenly, now you know why.[/sblock]

The fate of the grigs thus decided, Erf, mounted on Fenenn, proceeds to the next door and opens it. It proves to lead to another narrow hallway, with doors to the east and to the south.

ooc: map update later; got to get to bed now.