"Swing around that man by the stand over there, I would prefer not to talk to anyone I know today," Lydia murmurs to Sunedilar. Lydia will avoid eye contact with Algernon, and press on toward the dwarf's home.
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[Vile] Puppy-Kicking PCs at Work, part 2
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Paxus Asclepius
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Gwyn lets one eye slide open as he lies in his bedroll; having had nothing to contribute, he'd decided to give the impression of napping, but now that this bizarre creature has shown up, there might be some action.
As Accalon recovers and removes his armor, Brie looks at him and barks “What the hell are you doing here?” but then she backs off a bit, eyeing Modrin who is currently occupied with the sofa. He moves it out into the hallway, then he says “I need to move this furniture out of the hallway, it’s going to block our efforts to get water up here.” He heaves the sofa on his back, apparently quite strong, and moves it to the stairs leading down, then drops it over the stair’s railing to the foyer below.
At the same time Beatrice knocks on doors, and gets people to leave the rooms they’re in. But at one point, she looks down the hall to the entrance to the voyeur closet, and then at Brie. Modrin is preoccupied with the bed, but Brie just shakes her head no, slightly, at Bea. Accalon considers the importance of getting people out of the voyeur closet, but decides the room next door, where the fire might have already spread, is more vital. The doorknob to it reveals no heat, and the only sounds within are clearly two people who don’t know what’s going on. He opens the door and sees a young whore (one he hasn’t met previously) and a client on the bed, the man on top her and using enough force that she isn’t likely enjoying it. Above them, on the wall shared with the room on fire, is a large oil painting depicting a man and a woman in a loving embrace, juxtaposing the scene on the bed. The man apparently thinks the same way Brie does, yelling “What the hell are you disturbing us for?”
In the forest, Gwyn listens as this newcomer talks to Alicia. “I think that apple would really make you feel better. Everyone can use a fresh fruit, once a day. But I’ll come down and share your fire.” The hairy dwarf climbs down the tree very easily; apparently climbing trees is something she does often. As she approaches, Alicia notices a couple things about her. Most of the brown hair covering her body is just very long hair from her head, but there’s still some that looks like it comes from her face, and groin, and armpits. She is wearing some simple animal skins beneath all that hair. The other thing Alicia notices is the smell… this dwarf smells like she has never bathed a day in her life. Now that she’s on the ground, even Gwyn in the tent can smell her. Alicia can take note of one other thing; birds are suddenly singing in the trees overhead, and it's only just now she realizes there had been no sounds of birds just a minute before.
The dwarf sits by the fire, and takes out another apple from within her hair, and takes a bite. She says “I suppose it was you who damaged my wicker man? You say you’re nice, but that wasn’t nice at all. But I can forgive. If you tell me something. What ruins are you headed for, do you know?”
At the edge of the city, Lydia and Sunedilar circle around, avoiding the festival grounds. But while it is still in sight, they see a group of men approaching the festival workers. Many of these men are stumbling, apparently drunk, and most have weapons out and are armored. Lydia notices when one man stumbles, he sort of trips a little, then his foot hits a rock and he in a drunken state, he should fall on his face. But instead he easily regains his footing, looking quite sober as he does so. She gets the impression his inebriated state is a hoax. When the men reach the festival workers, they start generally picking fights with them, pushing them over, calling them names (that can’t be heard from this distance), and tearing down boards on their stands and platforms.
[Lydia rolled a default Sense Motive of 16+2=18, although she probably doesn’t care anything about this and I presume will move on. I can’t do the meeting with Aligor at least until Fangor responds to my last Aligor-related post.]
At the same time Beatrice knocks on doors, and gets people to leave the rooms they’re in. But at one point, she looks down the hall to the entrance to the voyeur closet, and then at Brie. Modrin is preoccupied with the bed, but Brie just shakes her head no, slightly, at Bea. Accalon considers the importance of getting people out of the voyeur closet, but decides the room next door, where the fire might have already spread, is more vital. The doorknob to it reveals no heat, and the only sounds within are clearly two people who don’t know what’s going on. He opens the door and sees a young whore (one he hasn’t met previously) and a client on the bed, the man on top her and using enough force that she isn’t likely enjoying it. Above them, on the wall shared with the room on fire, is a large oil painting depicting a man and a woman in a loving embrace, juxtaposing the scene on the bed. The man apparently thinks the same way Brie does, yelling “What the hell are you disturbing us for?”
In the forest, Gwyn listens as this newcomer talks to Alicia. “I think that apple would really make you feel better. Everyone can use a fresh fruit, once a day. But I’ll come down and share your fire.” The hairy dwarf climbs down the tree very easily; apparently climbing trees is something she does often. As she approaches, Alicia notices a couple things about her. Most of the brown hair covering her body is just very long hair from her head, but there’s still some that looks like it comes from her face, and groin, and armpits. She is wearing some simple animal skins beneath all that hair. The other thing Alicia notices is the smell… this dwarf smells like she has never bathed a day in her life. Now that she’s on the ground, even Gwyn in the tent can smell her. Alicia can take note of one other thing; birds are suddenly singing in the trees overhead, and it's only just now she realizes there had been no sounds of birds just a minute before.
The dwarf sits by the fire, and takes out another apple from within her hair, and takes a bite. She says “I suppose it was you who damaged my wicker man? You say you’re nice, but that wasn’t nice at all. But I can forgive. If you tell me something. What ruins are you headed for, do you know?”
At the edge of the city, Lydia and Sunedilar circle around, avoiding the festival grounds. But while it is still in sight, they see a group of men approaching the festival workers. Many of these men are stumbling, apparently drunk, and most have weapons out and are armored. Lydia notices when one man stumbles, he sort of trips a little, then his foot hits a rock and he in a drunken state, he should fall on his face. But instead he easily regains his footing, looking quite sober as he does so. She gets the impression his inebriated state is a hoax. When the men reach the festival workers, they start generally picking fights with them, pushing them over, calling them names (that can’t be heard from this distance), and tearing down boards on their stands and platforms.
[Lydia rolled a default Sense Motive of 16+2=18, although she probably doesn’t care anything about this and I presume will move on. I can’t do the meeting with Aligor at least until Fangor responds to my last Aligor-related post.]
Sunedilar al Hazir, Human/Male Fighter
Sunedilar simply nods agreement with Lydia. After all, he does not care to be recognized either.
As the events at the festival ground begin to heat up, he smiles mirthlessly and speaks softly to Lydia.
"This should provide a good cover for us, provided we avoid any of the guard sent to quell whatever ahs started here."
Sunedilar simply nods agreement with Lydia. After all, he does not care to be recognized either.
As the events at the festival ground begin to heat up, he smiles mirthlessly and speaks softly to Lydia.
"This should provide a good cover for us, provided we avoid any of the guard sent to quell whatever ahs started here."
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
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Accalon gives disapproving glance at the guy’s enthusiasm as he quickly scans the room for dangers, though he address both of them his eyes dart towards the whore, “I imagine extra was paid for the unneeded zeal?”
As he moves into the room his eyes turn at the john’s words and he quickly address him with little sympathy, “The flames of passion are not the only things burning tonight, theirs a real fire in the room next door. Get up and help me move the furniture away from this wall.”
To help demonstrate his meaning he pulls the painting carefully from the wall and places it gentle on the floor on the other side of the room.
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Fangor the Fierce
First Post
Searching around the shop, Aligor takes note of a few things, and a special note to the other potions. He suddenly has an idea while looking at the potions, and takes the vial that Boone gave him, pulls down his pants, and proceeds to urinate into the vial. Once filled, he puts the stopper back on, smudges the outside of the vial as to make the glass less clear, and puts the vial in the same spot as the others.
Satisfied with his findings, he waits for Boones, who finally shows up and shocks the hell out of Aligor. Fumbling to pick up the gaunlets he dropped, Aligor just dumps them back onto the table, after putting it back upright. Once he has his belongings, he takes note to go through them, to make sure everything is there. Once satisfied, he turns to Boone, "What the hell took ya so long? I saw some damn guards, abviously lookin fer someone. And you know sure as hell that Sunedilar and me didn't kill no 12 people last night. At the most, it was about 4." He grins evilly, dirty teeth showing while he eyes Boone. "They had it comin, messin up my drinkin and all. Besides, I know good and well that you yerself has me do some work fer you that involved killin some others! But enuff bout that. Looks like I got my things, and am now only waitin fer Sunny to show up. I told him that he could find you here and you would show him where I was. I figure since the guards didn't come here earlier, then they aren't aware that you might know me and where I would be. So I figures I can stay here till Sunny shows up. I sure don't think you will be mindin, now would you?"
OOC - Aligor will not take anything, as he thinks back on that damn wizard and his spells, hoping Boone doesn't have this damn shop baited with magic traps...
If possible, Aligor would remian here, in the back, with Bane until Sunedilar shows up. I don't believe I told them exactly where I was, but that Sunedilar could find Boone's and be told where to find Aligor. This would make it easier, and put a twist to things I guess...
Satisfied with his findings, he waits for Boones, who finally shows up and shocks the hell out of Aligor. Fumbling to pick up the gaunlets he dropped, Aligor just dumps them back onto the table, after putting it back upright. Once he has his belongings, he takes note to go through them, to make sure everything is there. Once satisfied, he turns to Boone, "What the hell took ya so long? I saw some damn guards, abviously lookin fer someone. And you know sure as hell that Sunedilar and me didn't kill no 12 people last night. At the most, it was about 4." He grins evilly, dirty teeth showing while he eyes Boone. "They had it comin, messin up my drinkin and all. Besides, I know good and well that you yerself has me do some work fer you that involved killin some others! But enuff bout that. Looks like I got my things, and am now only waitin fer Sunny to show up. I told him that he could find you here and you would show him where I was. I figure since the guards didn't come here earlier, then they aren't aware that you might know me and where I would be. So I figures I can stay here till Sunny shows up. I sure don't think you will be mindin, now would you?"
OOC - Aligor will not take anything, as he thinks back on that damn wizard and his spells, hoping Boone doesn't have this damn shop baited with magic traps...
If possible, Aligor would remian here, in the back, with Bane until Sunedilar shows up. I don't believe I told them exactly where I was, but that Sunedilar could find Boone's and be told where to find Aligor. This would make it easier, and put a twist to things I guess...
[OOC The whore did look in pain, but also resolved to her fate, not truly resisting.]
The client says to Accalon gruffly, “I don’t know what the hell ‘zeal’ is, but everything goin’ on in here was needed by both of us.” When he hears about the fire, he curses a bit, jumps off the bed and then throws the girl out of it to land hard on the floor. “Damn it, I better be getting my money back.” He grabs the edge of the bed, and with Accalon’s help, moves it back away from the wall. Accalon moves the painting, then feels the wall. Although very warm, with nothing combustible near it, it should be safe for the time being. Both the man and whore quickly get dressed, realizing it’s best not to stay in here.
Once back out in the hall, Accalon sees the girls have brought wet blankets and buckets of water, and Modrin is grabbing one of the blankets preparing to enter the room again and try to smother what he can. Meanwhile, Loni comes back downstairs, looks around worriedly, but then sees Accalon, and the worry evaporates from her face. She reaches her hand out, like she wants to come to him, but doesn’t, instead just saying “Accalon, be safe.” She glances at Modrin and adds, “For Valasia’s sake, if not your own”.
Accalon grabs a blanket as well, and he and Modrin brave the room together. The fire hasn’t spread much, but there’s still quite a bit of smoke. Both men begin choking almost immediately upon entering, but Accalon recovers quickly and begins trying to smother the wall, also using the blanket to protect himself from the fire. As he does so, he almost steps on a jagged piece of glass, too round to have come from the window, but he avoids it. Modrin apparently breathes in too much smoke, and can’t catch his breath, doubling over a bit in pain. The flames on the wall lessen some, but one blanket isn’t big enough to completely smother the fire.
[Made 3 Fortitude checks for 3 rounds; Modrin failed all of them, taking some damage, Accalon just the first. Rolled Reflex save 15+4=19 to avoid glass]
For a moment, the smoke begins getting to Accalon, and he bends over to try and suck in what fresh air there is at floor level. Modrin finally recovers enough to come over and also begin smothering the wall, and when Accalon sees this, he rises and does the same. Working together, they are able to stamp out whole sections of flames.
[More Fortitude saves, results should be obvious.]
Finally, after many minutes of hard work and extreme difficulty in breathing, they get enough of the fire extinguished that they feel they can exit the room for a bit and breathe fresh air before they pass out, without fear of what’s left of the fire spreading much.
At the edge of Taeirn, coincidentally after Sunedilar mentions guards, many of the festival workers start yelling for them, loud enough for the two adventurers to barely make out what their yelling for. The drunkards seem to find this amusing, and join in their yelling, while still generally roughing up the workers.
And at Boone’s, the proprietor says “I didn’t say killing 12 people would be wrong. Just doing it in the middle of town is kind of… um, well, I was going to say stupid, but that might upset you, so I’ll say ‘reckless’. You were reckless.” He smiles at Aligor, a little impressed that he was responsible for an event they actually gave a name to. “Alright, you can stay here, but I think I’ll be glad when you’re out of town.” Aligor checks the box Boone brought, and everything he asked for seems to be there. Boone sets up a cot for Aligor in the back, and when night falls, he wishes Aligor luck and tells him he’ll be paying for anything he finds broke in here in the morning, then leaves for the night. Bane is generally restless, not particularly liking this cramped little shop, but the night transpires uneventfully.
[Note: Lydia’s and/or Sunedilar’s next post can be arriving at Boone’s in the early morning, visibly not open for business at that time, unless they aren’t heading straight there. Oh, and if the party leaves town, when they get back, someone please remind me OCC what Aligor did with that vial. I’m sure there will be repercussions.
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The client says to Accalon gruffly, “I don’t know what the hell ‘zeal’ is, but everything goin’ on in here was needed by both of us.” When he hears about the fire, he curses a bit, jumps off the bed and then throws the girl out of it to land hard on the floor. “Damn it, I better be getting my money back.” He grabs the edge of the bed, and with Accalon’s help, moves it back away from the wall. Accalon moves the painting, then feels the wall. Although very warm, with nothing combustible near it, it should be safe for the time being. Both the man and whore quickly get dressed, realizing it’s best not to stay in here.
Once back out in the hall, Accalon sees the girls have brought wet blankets and buckets of water, and Modrin is grabbing one of the blankets preparing to enter the room again and try to smother what he can. Meanwhile, Loni comes back downstairs, looks around worriedly, but then sees Accalon, and the worry evaporates from her face. She reaches her hand out, like she wants to come to him, but doesn’t, instead just saying “Accalon, be safe.” She glances at Modrin and adds, “For Valasia’s sake, if not your own”.
Accalon grabs a blanket as well, and he and Modrin brave the room together. The fire hasn’t spread much, but there’s still quite a bit of smoke. Both men begin choking almost immediately upon entering, but Accalon recovers quickly and begins trying to smother the wall, also using the blanket to protect himself from the fire. As he does so, he almost steps on a jagged piece of glass, too round to have come from the window, but he avoids it. Modrin apparently breathes in too much smoke, and can’t catch his breath, doubling over a bit in pain. The flames on the wall lessen some, but one blanket isn’t big enough to completely smother the fire.
[Made 3 Fortitude checks for 3 rounds; Modrin failed all of them, taking some damage, Accalon just the first. Rolled Reflex save 15+4=19 to avoid glass]
For a moment, the smoke begins getting to Accalon, and he bends over to try and suck in what fresh air there is at floor level. Modrin finally recovers enough to come over and also begin smothering the wall, and when Accalon sees this, he rises and does the same. Working together, they are able to stamp out whole sections of flames.
[More Fortitude saves, results should be obvious.]
Finally, after many minutes of hard work and extreme difficulty in breathing, they get enough of the fire extinguished that they feel they can exit the room for a bit and breathe fresh air before they pass out, without fear of what’s left of the fire spreading much.
At the edge of Taeirn, coincidentally after Sunedilar mentions guards, many of the festival workers start yelling for them, loud enough for the two adventurers to barely make out what their yelling for. The drunkards seem to find this amusing, and join in their yelling, while still generally roughing up the workers.
And at Boone’s, the proprietor says “I didn’t say killing 12 people would be wrong. Just doing it in the middle of town is kind of… um, well, I was going to say stupid, but that might upset you, so I’ll say ‘reckless’. You were reckless.” He smiles at Aligor, a little impressed that he was responsible for an event they actually gave a name to. “Alright, you can stay here, but I think I’ll be glad when you’re out of town.” Aligor checks the box Boone brought, and everything he asked for seems to be there. Boone sets up a cot for Aligor in the back, and when night falls, he wishes Aligor luck and tells him he’ll be paying for anything he finds broke in here in the morning, then leaves for the night. Bane is generally restless, not particularly liking this cramped little shop, but the night transpires uneventfully.
[Note: Lydia’s and/or Sunedilar’s next post can be arriving at Boone’s in the early morning, visibly not open for business at that time, unless they aren’t heading straight there. Oh, and if the party leaves town, when they get back, someone please remind me OCC what Aligor did with that vial. I’m sure there will be repercussions.
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Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)
Stepping out of the contained fire Accalon gives a proud smile, or at least gives one in between hacking, to Modrin and the girls gathered. He quickly drops the ruined blanket in a bucket of water, it’s seen it’s last bed but is still be functional for smoothing the anger flames.
Seeing Modrin still hacking after he had recovered some, Accalon changes a quick reassuring glance towards Loni, before he places a reassuring hand on Modrin’s back and a friendly smile on his face, “Fancy meeting you here again, lieutenant...”
Not really wanting to mix business with pleasure Accalon pulls the towel from the bucket before Modrin can muster much of a reply, “Come on… Let’s finishes this before either of decides not to back in there.”
With that he moves back into the fire...
Stepping out of the contained fire Accalon gives a proud smile, or at least gives one in between hacking, to Modrin and the girls gathered. He quickly drops the ruined blanket in a bucket of water, it’s seen it’s last bed but is still be functional for smoothing the anger flames.
Seeing Modrin still hacking after he had recovered some, Accalon changes a quick reassuring glance towards Loni, before he places a reassuring hand on Modrin’s back and a friendly smile on his face, “Fancy meeting you here again, lieutenant...”
Not really wanting to mix business with pleasure Accalon pulls the towel from the bucket before Modrin can muster much of a reply, “Come on… Let’s finishes this before either of decides not to back in there.”
With that he moves back into the fire...
Modrin does start to reply, saying "It's lucky that we were both here... one of us would have had a hell of a time." He looks questioningly at Accalon, obviously curious why he's here, but follows him back inside with a another wet blanket, and together, they work at putting out the rest of the flames. The smoke still gets to Modrin, but eventually all the fire is put out. On the way out, Modrin spots something on the floor and picks it up, then he returns to the hallway, slumping down, sitting on the floor, gasping for breath. In his hand is a large rock, about the size of two fists, with some scratches in it. Careful examination shows the scratches form a rough pentagram (a star surrounded by a circle), with the letters H-E-X scratched underneath it.
[The poor guy has rolled 4 on Fortitude saves at least 3 times, including this one. Accalon rolled 12+7=19, success. On Spot checks, Accalon rolled 12, failed, Modrin succeeded. Feel free to RP what you mentioned in OOC.]
[The poor guy has rolled 4 on Fortitude saves at least 3 times, including this one. Accalon rolled 12+7=19, success. On Spot checks, Accalon rolled 12, failed, Modrin succeeded. Feel free to RP what you mentioned in OOC.]
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Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Accalon Darcanda: Human/Male (Unholy Warrior)
Stepping out of the fire Accalon tosses a look of concern at Modrin after watching the young man nearly crash uncontrolled to the floor, for the moment Accalon, himself, ignores the effects of the smoke, “You, my friend, look like a feel.”
Giving Madam Brie a knowing look, away from the eyes of the gasping lieutenant, Accalon quickly and friendly replies, “and if I look like my friend here I can honestly say I need to bathe and clean up.”
He taps young Loni on the shoulder, her natural concern and desire to be close to Accalon making it possible, “My clothes could probably use a good laundering too.”
Not sure if Brie is catching his gist he continues on, “It seems like the least you could offer us two heroes.”
Stepping out of the fire Accalon tosses a look of concern at Modrin after watching the young man nearly crash uncontrolled to the floor, for the moment Accalon, himself, ignores the effects of the smoke, “You, my friend, look like a feel.”
Giving Madam Brie a knowing look, away from the eyes of the gasping lieutenant, Accalon quickly and friendly replies, “and if I look like my friend here I can honestly say I need to bathe and clean up.”
He taps young Loni on the shoulder, her natural concern and desire to be close to Accalon making it possible, “My clothes could probably use a good laundering too.”
Not sure if Brie is catching his gist he continues on, “It seems like the least you could offer us two heroes.”
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