Andrezi Vhiski |
Andrezi pauses and let's the others walk out ahead of him, falling into the last spot of line. He waits for Ulfr to take his position in the rear before offering him a silent not and climbing into the carriage. Inside the carriage he takes a seat next to Ryn, his idle hands resting loosely in his lap.
(Lack of) Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Ryn Mero |
"And so it begins." Ryn says with a grin. "I guess we should get to know each other....those of us who don't already I mean." she says, trying not to blush.
Andrezi Vhiski |
The slayer looks to Sariniah first, still conflicted as to whether he was brought to her or Heidmarch. He slowly swivels his head back to Ryn, waiting for her introduction to follow her request. When none is forthcoming he starts. "Andrezi."
Sarinah |
Satinah sat mext to her sister and stroked Marinah's thigh asshe smiled and said, "I'm Sarinah and this is Marinah. How can we serve you today?"
Ulfr Uggason |
When ulfr steps up onto the carriage a brightly colored red fox appears from a, nearby bush and scurries up. It jumps to the wagon, then Ulfr's shoulder and takes a seat.
Trendon Razner |
Well then, take care not to ruin the seats, you ladies i believe know where most of the ...concessions are.
He said simply closing them in the carriage. He gave Ulfr a nod and then clambered up beside Neville.
We have business down in Washer's row in the dockway.
He began to his manservant, he continued on before the fellow could give his disdain filled sniff.
Pathfinder business, so let us attend to it.
He said clapping the older fellow on the shoulder and leaning back in the seat some as the cairraige began to move.
Andrezi Vhiski |
Andrezi tries his best to keep his eyes off the sisters, only partially succeeding. He had a job to do and there wasn't going to be any time to fool around now. Except maybe is the job? Was the job?
Shaking his cobwebs away he looks to Trendon when he speaks. When he finishes he seems to expecting something more. He opens his palm to the bard and raises his brow. He adds, "And you are...?"
Trendon Razner |
He laughed and looked back before eyeing the man askance for a moment.
You were completely lost earlier inside the mansion in the room when I made my introduction? Ah, the twins, yeah they can be distracting I, am the owner of this carraige and your ride to Washer's row. Miss Sarinah, get the man a drink, your beauty is distracting him i think.
I had pictured in my head a closed carraige, but no worries, im sure that with curtains drawn back and not moving very fast at all Trendon could hear you from up front. I didnt have him crowd into the carraige this time, Im sure in the future miss Marinah, Sarinah or even Ryn wont mind an extra seat cushion lap to sit upon.
Sarinah |
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Sarinah nodded in acceptance and cooed out the words, "Of course my pet,if that is your wish then I will." She opened the storage and poured a glass of wine for Andrezi and then moved to sit on his lap with it as she held it up to his lips.
Your Demented Storyteller |
Washers' Row is a tangle of open-air washhouses, launderers, and Varisian wagons and tents-while the bulk of those who live and toil here do so in the laundry and tailoring industries, there are some who practice other trades, such as the Amazing Zograthy.
At the southern end of Washers' Row, a tattered banner hanging over the entrance to the small side street advertises "Professor Callivario's Stupendous Exhibition of the Outrageous and Sublime." Beyond this overly exuberant advertisement is a squalid setup consisting of little more than a series of rundown sideshow booths and carts with assorted games and amusements of the meaner sort.
To one side, urchins pitch pennies at lily pads floating in a small, scum-covered fountain while a bored carnie looks on. Nearby, the sounds of reptilian and mammalian hissing and fighting arises from behind a cart where a small crowd of ne'er-do-wells has gathered to cheer and place bets.
Everywhere lurk faces pinched with suspicion or hunger expressions worn by carnival workers and visitors alike. This is not the sort of place to be careless with a coin pouch.
As the opulent means of transportation pulls in most, but not all, of the rabble begin to disperse.
Ulfr Uggason |
Ulfr hops down and his billy goat Gruff clicks to the paving stones behind him. He very obviously rolls his shoulders and streches. His weapons on his belt and back move with him. The message should be obvious to anyone nearby.
Ryn Mero |
As the carriage approaches Washers' Row, Ryn warns her companions."Keep your eyes open and watch each others' backs, Washer's Row is a front for the Washside Wringers, one of the bigger Sczarni gangs."
Knowledge Arcana: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16
Sarinah |
Knowledge (local): 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (4) + 4 = 8
Sarinah hopped out of the carriage easily, her weapon laying against one shoulder, as she stepped aside so that others could get out. She heard Ryn's warning and nodded in acknowledgement, "We're always careful, aren't we sister?" She considered what to do next and asked, "So, anyone got any ideas?"
Ryn Mero |
"And I have no problem watching your.....backs" Ryn quips back with a grin before beginning to scan the faces of those milling about
Trendon Razner |
knowledge local: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (4) + 7 = 11
Ah yes... here we are.
He began taking a nice long look around at everybody and everything.
His eyes wandered looking for a young rapscallion a youth preferable in the 10's range and pulled out a shiny silver coin.
We are here to see the amazing Zograthy, be a good sort and show us the way.
diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
He began tossing the coin to the kid. He turned to face the strange mostly silent man that had called himself Andrezi. He still looked a bit hungover truth be told.
If there is one, if not a younger sort of man or woman would do.
Look my friend, If you would be so kind as to keep an eye on the carraige and old Neville here, I would appreciate it. We shant be long.
He offered the man and pat his back.
Your Demented Storyteller |
A lone urchin that had not scurried off stands awestruck as the well dressed man adresses him and tosses a coin. Hungrily catching it he quickly says in a voice more strained than someone his age should have, "The Amazing Zog, Seer of the Dark? His tent's the one with all the bones on it on the other street."
Tightly holding the coin to his chest he'll motion with his other hand before scampering off down a smaller street, skipping a tight alley and going for that specific street, to move out onto another part of the makeshift carnival, with rows of more tents awaitimg.
"That one." he says pointing for a moment before scurrying away. Indeed there is a well patched small tent crudely painted with what you assume is some attempts at arcane imagery and decorated with bones, those of obviously chickens thankfully, and other oddments.
Sarinah |
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hmm, for some reason my reply got eaten yesterday.
Sarinah glanced back over her shoulder at Ryn's comment and said, "Enjoy the view then." She smacked her own backside with one hand and then looked around the area in an attempt to figure out what to do next. She noticed Trendon's actions upon exiting the carriage and was delighted to see that they worked. She moved to him and looped an arm through his, "Did you find us a guide dear? I can't wait to see Zograthy."
Andrezi Vhiski |
Bluff: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (1) - 1 = 0 Ah, welcome back Andrezi!
"Yeah, sure." he lies terribly to the blue eyed, dark haired man.
As soon as the party heads off in the direction of the urchin he looks to Neville says bluntly, "Stay here."
He stalks through the streets behind the group and keeps an eye on their back to ensure they are not being flanked. When the patched tent is pointed out to them he slips his bow into his hands and notches an arrow. Leaning in the shadows closes in as far as he feels comfortable without being spotted, preparing for the worst case an ambush or attack.
Trendon Razner |
The nobleman stared at the tent for several long moments before glancing to his companions giving them a nod. He paused seemed to look about until he noticed Andrezi lurking along the edges of the grounds and gave him a nod to.
Shall we then my new friends?" Trendon began heading for the entrance of the tent.
DM The nines |
If you want to hang out and keep an eye on things outside the tent give me a perception check, and if you are trying to stay hidden a stealth check Andrezi.
The inside of the tent is stuffy and cluttered, There is a small table covered in an old mangy looking crimson cloth, threadbare silver moons, stars and little strange arcane symbols embroidered upon it. A dusty crystal ball and an aged harrow deck lies upon it. In a chair that was once obviously very ornate but now worn sat an old bald varisian man in worn purple robes and peircing wide dark eyes.
"Ah Welcome friends, the Amazing Zograthy sees all, knows all. A double turn of silver for a glimpse into the ball, or a turn of the cards, a treble full of gold for the secrets of the universe."
He began sitting forward.
perception Sarinah: 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6
perception Ryn: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16
perception Ulfr: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12
Perception Trendon: 1d20 ⇒ 4
Ulfr Uggason |
How about you tell us the secrets of the universe and you get you next Pesh dose on us? Ya, that's right. I know what those stains at the corner of your mouth are.
Ulfr rumbles in unveiled disgust.
Sarinah |
Sarinah entered the tent with Trendon and looked around in curiosity. The place certainly was designed to look impressive, as was the man in the robes, but she could tell it had all seen better days. She was startled when Ulfr began to speak in such a disgusted tone but when she heard the word Pesh it suddenly made sense. Her own nose wrinkled in disgust but she otherwise kept quiet about the issue.
Andrezi Vhiski |
Mediocrity of Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Mediocrity of Stealthiness: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
Andrezi watches the party begin to dip into the tent as he positions himself partially into the shadow of a crumpling wall. While the front part of his body is concealed he does little to reflect that his rear end is clearly visible to those behind him. He watches his companions at a distance, ready for signs of trouble until he catches sight of a vagabond strolling by in the distance that seems to distract him from his present task.
DM The nines |
It was the old man's turn to stare down at you all with a hint of disdain. His eyes couldnt help but wander the curves of the twins, it hesistated over Ryn but quickly moved away before she might catch him. Finally it settled on Ulfr then Trendon.
To properly engage the spirit realm sometimes takes sacrifice. To see beyond the beyond a mortal requires help. You wish to see the secrets of the universe? you have questions then?
He said reaching over and grabbing a long handle that had a little wooden box attached to the end of it.
The gold then.
He said pushing it Ulfr clearly annoyed by his accusal.
Outside
Watching the vagabond off in the distance you get the eerie feeling Andrezi that you are being watched. Almost like its coming... from there about ten feet away just behind a stack of crates. Glancing back torwards the vagabond you see him passing a small satchel to a passing Varisian girl who continues walking down the lane while the vagabond curls off into an alleyway.
Ryn Mero |
Reaching into the purse on her belt, Ryn drops a few coins into the box. "We're particularly looking to learn the fortune of a friend. Perhaps you will be able to look in on her for us.......Wherever she may be. "
Ulfr Uggason |
The pursuit of the Beyond can only be attained through self-perfection. What you have is a crutch. Pity. Ulfr stares the man down. On his shoulder the fox that had followed him in the wagon peeks out from behind his shoulder and growls.
intimidate: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 24
In spite of his display, Ulfr produces a pair of coins. You are lucky we are here for another. He hisses and plops the pair of gold coins in.
Andrezi Vhiski |
Four coins? Cheapskates! Trendon has bank, I'm sure he'll cover the gap! ;)
Andrezi considers whistling the We've got company signal they agreed on only to recall he couldn't take his eyes off Sarinah the whole way here. Grinding his teeth in frustration at his lack of preparation for this situation, he splits his attention between the multiple targets he's now tracking, but begins to attempt to study his quarry as he prepares his weapon and notches an arrow.
Trendon Razner |
The old man was quite clearly intimidated by the large gladiator by the set of his shoulders.The foppish nobleman bard sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair.
Forgive my friend here, Negotiation isnt his strong suite. AS the lady said we are seeking a friend and had hopes you might provide us with some leads.
He pulled out a smaller coin pouch from the much large belt pouch and counted out ten coins... then another ten with a sigh.
diplomacy: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (2) + 9 = 11
Ryn Mero |
"We're looking into the fate of a woman actually. A Natalya Vancaskerkin.....perhaps you can ask the spirits if she fares well and where we might be able to find her." Ryn says studying the man.
DM The nines |
"Ive worked for less, but you seem good folk yes."
The man began though he did shoot Ulfr a glare that said those words did not include him. He shuffled back to a small little casque and pulled out some dark powdery substance.
"you may want to stand back..."
He began lighting the substance in the small bowl on fire and then leaning over it inhaling. He did so for several long moments and when he sat back his eyes were clearly very glossy. He mumbled something lowly.
The air tingled a bit then suddenly a wild and strong wind whistled through knocking small items over and whipping everyone's hair wild.
no... no i... it cant be.
He began a shimmery figure made of wind seemed to form out of the wild swirls. It opened its mouth to 'speak' and the wild shrieking of the wind whipped through the tent.
As the strange tingling seemed to settle along your perfect soft skin a strange feeling took hold of you. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your body stiffened. Visions... visions of doom and thralldom and eventually death flittered across your vision, a haze of pleasure but more pain flitted across your conciousness....You are both for the remainder of the encounter frozen in place lost to the vision No worries my way of sligthly sending you off and introducing Saersha
Inner tent people what are you all up to?
DM The nines |
Outide
It became apparent to you Andrezi that several of the workers were hanging about the the old seer's tent waiting... watching for a signal. A few of the louts were relatively big fellows too no doubt toughs to keep people in line...As interesting as that was suddenly your attention was brought to the tent as a couple of flaps tore and flew up and whirling eddies of air swirled out of it ... at least three that you could see.... all ssuddenly forming into vaguely human like shapes....