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Chronicles of the Silver Rose Company

Game Master Patrick Curtin

This campaign is my attempt to play a canonical Planescape campaign using the updated Pathfinder ruleset. The game actually predates the release of Pathfinder, but we have managed to update as we have needed.


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Bribes always welcome

Chaser purrs, his body language signalling happiness

Feline:

Spoiler:
::Excellent! As soon as Snarl departs this dreadful monkey gathering we shall go and watch the blood sports!::


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade
Hanali Hal'Oight wrote:


"Karrin, please do come out. You are making a spectacle of yourself. No one can hurt you here."

"In case you didn't know Hanali," Karrin says from somewhere under the table, "it's not my mortal form I'm concerned with. Devils tempt you into doing bad things and then they trick you into giving up your soul or something, and then when you die you go to hell where you suffer eternal damnation . . . which is really bad.

"You might not have to worry, I mean you got celestial blood in you, but I got devil or demon blood in me and I figure that's probably a strike against me for whoever is doing the sorting. And on top of that, Father said I was highly susceptible to suggestion, and that means a devil could very easily trick me into something."

Hanali Hal'Oight wrote:

"Anyway ... Over there is one of the biggest gem merchants in the Cage, name of Murish Mal'Gevred. He runs a store called Facet on the border of the Lady's Ward, near where we met our current employer Lucius Sar'Ormand. We'll have to go say hello, you never know when you might need a gem merchant ally."

Hanali sips her Shiraz

"There's a berk who thinks his brainbox is the Spire and we all revolve around it." Hanali points to a tall blonde fellow with a square jaw and a booming laugh dressed in a dark blue velvet tunic and hose. He is with a group of youngish well-dressed people drinking, eating and laughing together. "Thornton Helmdaar IV. He's an up-and-comer in the Fraternity of Order. Chant on the street says he'll be a Bureau Chief soon, possibly running the Vault of Knowledge. I tried to cosy up to him a bit a few cycles back but he is an insuffrable boor."

"Is he a prince?" Karrin asks peeking out from under the table cloth.


Female catfolk sorceror 9

Feline

Spoiler:

Sure that would be great

Merle turns to the barkeep and orders another two glasses offering one to Chaser.


husband half Italian Expert 15 (carpenter 5/ gamer 5/ reader 5)

Sorry folks- I've been discovering a new allergy. (to a blood pressure medicine) Please npc me as necessary. The medication should clear my system soon and I'll be able to catch up. Thanks.

Taldor

Male hu-man Paladin
niel wrote:
Sorry folks- I've been discovering a new allergy. (to a blood pressure medicine) Please npc me as necessary. The medication should clear my system soon and I'll be able to catch up. Thanks.

No worries niel, get well soon

Qadira

DO NOT STICK FINGERS IN CAGE

No worries Niel. Hope you feel better!


F Aasimar Rog/Mnk 2/2

Hanali laughs

"Dear Karrin, there are virtuous Tieflings and diabolical Aasimar. Blood and birth aren't determiners. Your soul is the real indication. If it's one lesson the Cage drills into your brainbox is that a cutter's outside is no guarantee of behavior or temperment."

Hanali looks over at the black silk-clad Erinyes and frowns

"Though she does look like a piece of work at that. Tell you what Karrin, I will assist you if she gets out of hand or bothers you. Please do sit in a chair, you are going to ruin your pretty dress."

At Karrin's inquiry about Thornton Hanali giggles.

"Well he ain't a prince, no. He told me once that he's descended from royalty on some Prime world. Can't swing a cat without hitting a Taker with a noble Prime title. Sometimes I wonder if they sit in their stuffy offices and invent new ones for themselves. I think his was Jarl of Ostvikgard or some such foolishness. That and a Stinger will get you a loaf of bread in this burg."


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Chaser takes a glass and salutes Merle

Feline:

Spoiler:
::To new friends and swift hunting!::

He drinks deep

Feline:

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:: So tell me a little about your lifepath Merle. What brings you to this city?::


Female catfolk sorceror 9

Although getting somewhat tipsy Merle still knew better than to tell anyone about Seph

Feline

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Oh just in town helping out a friend with some legal trouble.

Well It wasn't a lie it just wasn't the entire truth. she thought to herself


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade

Karrin thinks over her options for a moment before crawling out from under the table.

"Found it," she says holding up the fork for anyone who seems to be staring, she crawls up into her seat but tries to keep her face hidden from the erinyes, "So most of the the good looking men here could be handsome princes? That's sort of a let down. I always thought there was like only a couple, not that I was interested or anything, but I was curious to see what a handsome prince actually looked like. Still the food's not bad."


Having polished off her vegetables and Vodka: "Well, time to mingle?"


F Aasimar Rog/Mnk 2/2

Hanali nods to Eir.

"I think it is a good time. Karrin, dear, you can leave the food on the table, it wont disappear. It just wont do to carry that mutton leg about."

Hanali leads them through the crowd.

"Karrin, if you wanted a real prince, there's one now."

Hanali points to a young man dressed in purple silk garments with an ermine-edged cloak on his shoulder. He is talking earnestly with a tall Mercane and a rough-looking dwarf. He wears an iron crown with small blue gems set along its periphery.

"That's Prince Willas, heir apparent to the Kingdom of Thallessia. He's been haunting these parties trying to weld together a force to advance his claim since his uncle killed his father and usurped his throne. Nice berk, but he's got no jink, and mercenaries don't fight for promissary notes and pledges of future royal titles."

As they sit observing the young prince, Urgrek the Earthborn walks up to them.

"I was wondering if perhaps one of you ladies would do me the favor of joining me in this dance?"


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Chaser looks quizzical

Feline:

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::Legal troubles? Interesting. If I might, what troubles? Is it a pride member you are assisting?::


Female catfolk sorceror 9

Feline

Spoiler:
He's one of us but he's Just a friend

Was he though? Merle wasn't sure herself. shacking the thought out of her head she continued speaking to chaser.

Feline

Spoiler:
He was in the wrong place at the wrong time and got arrested for something he didn't really have any part in. All a big misunderstanding really.


Female Tibbit Rogue 3

Feeling the black cat tremble on her shoulder Swift lightly strokes him with a concerned mewing sound.

Feline:

Spoiler:
::What's the matter Seph? I didn't remind you of an ill memory did I?::

Concerned for him she casts around for good distractions for her and her group of animalistic friends. Finding many she seems a little at a loss for which to chose, wanting to experience it all.

Feline:

Spoiler:
::What would you like to do Seph? And you Fang? I can pay for any sort of amusement you like I think the distraction would do us all some good. Perhaps something to eat?::

Draconic:

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::And you Mercutio, has anything caught your eye?::


Male Cat

Feline

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S-something to eat would be nice.

Truth be told he wasn't really all that hungry but anything to change the subject from what it was right now. He also began to look around at all the entertainment on offer.


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Swift, Seph, Swiftfang and Mercutio stand among the swirl of the Great Bazaar. The Elven bistro that Swift had noticed earlier looks like a nice place, and four-footed friendly.

The bistro, named the Pear Blossom, has tables set up outside so that folks can sit and watch the crowds. Elven waiters and waitresses bring the seated patrons large salads, hot soups, and several types of meat dishes. The felines in the group smell fish and chicken.

The Antipeak crowd is a dazzling array of beings from all corners of the multiverse. A troupe of jongleurs toss items back and forth for a small crowd. A scattering of Greens and Stingers lay in an uptuend cap in front of them.

A strolling Bard sings the popular street ballad The Day The Portal Closed:

... Alas my love we were parted,
The portal to our love is closed for good.
Never again will I travel that fair realm,
Where you kissed me as a lover should.

There are vendors hawking all sorts of items, beggars of all shapes and sizes looking for a spare Green, touts advertising their knowledge to wide-eyed Clueless, and a host of many others swirling and milling about.

A rugged man in a well-tooled set of leather armor over green linen stops and looks at Mercutio. He growls out a few words in Draconic.

Draconic:

Spoiler:
:: Greetings forest brother!::

Mercutio hovers over him.

Draconic:

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::Greetings Silver blood!::


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Chaser growls

Feline:

Spoiler:
::These monkeys have so many tiresome rules. I am happy that we are away in a week or so, back to my home savannah of North Mark Tree. Where does your pride dwell, Merle?::


Female catfolk sorceror 9

Merle looks down sadly

Feline

Spoiler:
I don't really have a pride any more I'm afraid.


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Chaser looks sad

Feline:

Spoiler:
::That's terrible! It must be very hard to be alone without a pride. Whenever you wish to leave this city I will ask Snarl And Leap if you can become one of our pride. North Mark Tree is a wonderful realm to hunt and dwell in.::

Merle gets the feeling that Chaser is more of the barbaric/nomadic branch of catfolk than what she is used to


Female catfolk sorceror 9

Feline

Spoiler:
Oh uh that's okay you don't need to put yourself out for me


Hanali Hal'Oight wrote:

As they sit observing the young prince, Urgrek the Earthborn walks up to them.

"I was wondering if perhaps one of you ladies would do me the favor of joining me in this dance?"

Eir glances at Hanali then at Karrin.

"My pleasure, sir."


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Eir Haakonen wrote:


"My pleasure, sir."

Urgrek smiles a tusky grin and takes Eir's hand, leading her out onto the ballroom floor. The orchestra swells into a waltz-type tune, and the large brown Orcish Genasi leads off.

I am figuring Eir has done enough ballroom dancing in her time not to embarrass herself

Urgrek's skin is rough and very warm, reminding Eir of a sandstone rock that has sat in the sun all day. She can sense that under all the fancy clothes is a warrior's build, muscled and powerful despite his middle age.

"So do you enjoy the mercenary trade Eir?" Urgrek inquires as they whirl across the polished hardwood ballroom floor.


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Chaser meows

Feline:

Spoiler:
::Oh it would be no trouble! Consider it, the pride always needs strong new members::

Chaser sips his Raarewl.


Eir Haakonen wrote:


"My pleasure, sir."
Dungeon Monkey wrote:
"So do you enjoy the mercenary trade Eir?" Urgrek inquires as they whirl across the polished hardwood ballroom floor.

"The grey areas are rather dispiriting. I'd prefer to help people who need it rather than only those who can afford it. Have you ever... ahem... sold your services, Mr. Urgrek?"


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade
Hanali Hal'Oight wrote:

Hanali nods to Eir.

"I think it is a good time. Karrin, dear, you can leave the food on the table, it wont disappear. It just wont do to carry that mutton leg about."

Karrin glances at the gnawed up bone, there was some gristle left and there might be marrow somewhere inside but Hanali was right, crunching into that just wouldn't do in this posh crowd.

Hanali Hal'Oight wrote:

Hanali leads them through the crowd.

"Karrin, if you wanted a real prince, there's one now."

Hanali points to a young man dressed in purple silk garments with an ermine-edged cloak on his shoulder. He is talking earnestly with a tall Mercane and a rough-looking dwarf. He wears an iron crown with small blue gems set along its periphery.

"That's Prince Willas, heir apparent to the Kingdom of Thallessia. He's been haunting these parties trying to weld together a force to advance his claim since his uncle killed his father and usurped his throne. Nice berk, but he's got no jink, and mercenaries don't fight for promissary notes and pledges of future royal titles."

"Ya," Karrin says looking at the young prince, "that's more of what I expected. Not bad looking either."

Karrin says nothing about the money, secretly she feels bad for the stranger for Karrin knows what it's like to have something extraordinarily valuable taken from you and then not having the funds to get it back, but Karrin knows she is a mercenary and if she doesn't think like one she'll never get very far in life.

Hanali Hal'Oight wrote:

As they sit observing the young prince, Urgrek the Earthborn walks up to them.

"I was wondering if perhaps one of you ladies would do me the favor of joining me in this dance?"

Karrin blinks, looking a bit like a deer in headlights, but thankfully Eir steps in before Karrin finds herself stubling around the dance floor.


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Eir Haakonen wrote:


"The grey areas are rather dispiriting. I'd prefer to help people who need it rather than only those who can afford it. Have you ever... ahem... sold your services, Mr. Urgrek?"

Urgrek laughs, a booming sound with traces of rockfall inside it

"Please, Eir, call me Urgrek. If you feel the need to be formal you can call me Hetman RedAxe. As for selling my services, I spent some time as an adventurer, which is to say, an idealistic mercenary.

I toured the Inner Planes, did some work for the Archomental Crystalle at his Crystal Court in the Realm of Mineral. I traveled as a caravan guard in the Astral Plane and I have even gone for a few adventures around the Outlands."

Urgrek pauses

"I got to feeling lonely though, and I longed to see my home realm of Deathdelve once more. I returned, reentered the Rangers and fought in the Xorn Wars. When my older brother was felled in a mining mishap I became Hetman of House RedAxe. My Emperor eventually sent me here to Sigil to act as a factor for our mining products."

Urgrek looks at Eir.

"How about you Eir, have you a story to tell? Where were you originally from?"


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Karrin Kind wrote:


Karrin says nothing about the money, secretly she feels bad for the stranger for Karrin knows what it's like to have something extraordinarily valuable taken from you and then not having the funds to get it back, but Karrin knows she is a mercenary and if she doesn't think like one she'll never get very far in life.

The youngish prince is indeed a good-looking man. He has a lean athletic look under his silks, with seal brown hair and grey eyes. He has a harried look about him, and his eyes are underlined with dark pouches.

The Mercane and the Dwarf move off and leave the prince alone for the moment. Hanali, looking over at Karrin, tugs her over.

"Your Grace! A pleasure to see you here." Hanali sketches a full curtsey.

Prince Willas looks up. He kisses Hanali's hand. "Lady Hal'Oight, a pleasure to see you."

"May I introduce my companion, Miss Karrin Kind?"

Prince Willas takes Karrin's hand and brushes it with his lips.

"A pleasure to make you acquaintence Miss Kind."


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade
Dungeon Monkey wrote:


The youngish prince is indeed a good-looking man. He has a lean athletic look under his silks, with seal brown hair and grey eyes. He has a harried look about him, and his eyes are underlined with dark pouches.

The Mercane and the Dwarf move off and leave the prince alone for the moment. Hanali, looking over at Karrin, tugs her over.

Karrin, completely lost in thought when Hanali grabs Karrin's arm, at first fallows along in a daze. Suddenly she realizes where Hanali is dragging her.

"No,no, no," Karrin hisses, finding herself to far off balance to resist Hanali's tug, but suddenly Hanali stops tugging and Karrin straitens herself out . . . to find herself standing in front of the prince!

Dungeon Monkey wrote:

"Your Grace! A pleasure to see you here." Hanali sketches a full curtsey.

Prince Willas looks up. He kisses Hanali's hand. "Lady Hal'Oight, a pleasure to see you."

"May I introduce my companion, Miss Karrin Kind?"

Prince Willas takes Karrin's hand and brushes it with his lips.

"A pleasure to make you acquaintence Miss Kind."

" . . ." Karrin stares for a moment, "nice to meet you as well your prince-ness . . . Your GRACE!" Karrin suddenly snaps, correcting herself far louder then she intended.

She clamps her hands over her mouth when she realizes she just shouted at the prince.

"I sorry," she practically cries, Karrin then remembers to curtsy (an awkward unbalanced looking thing next to Hanali), and then Karrin turns and runs! Although not entirely sure why her eyes were getting watery (this isn't the first time Karrin has embarrassed herself) Karrin runs off to hide. She snatches her plate of food on the way by (eating always calmed her nerves) and tries to find a safe place to hide.


Dungeon Monkey wrote:

"How about you Eir, have you a story to tell? Where were you originally from?"

"I'm an orphan, and was raised by priestesses Ysgard after been handed off from person to person as far back as I can remember. I've been scraping and surviving since I set out on my own about 5 years ago. And to tell the truth, it's those grey areas that I groan and whine about that have let me thrive here."


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Karrin Kind wrote:


"I sorry," she practically cries, Karrin then remembers to curtsy (an awkward unbalanced looking thing next to Hanali), and then Karrin turns and runs! Although not entirely sure why her eyes were getting watery (this isn't the first time Karrin has embarrassed herself) Karrin runs off to hide. She snatches her plate of food on the way by (eating always calmed her nerves) and tries to find a safe place to hide.

Karrin runs from Hanali and Prince Willas. She only slows slightly to snag her plate off the table where they had been sitting.

Heedless of the staring partygoers, Karrin rushes through the crowded ballroom, looking for a place to hide. She sees an open side room off the main ballroom and jinks inside.

The room Karrin enters is done up in dark wood and red leather furniture. A large collection of books line the walls in large bookshelves. The books exude a musty paper smell that Karrin remembers fondly from the scriptorium back home.

A collection of crystals are arrainged on the shelves near the books on small iron stands. A roaring fire crackles in the large hearth, and a red leather lounging chair is positioned in front of it. There seems to be no one in the room at the moment.


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Eir Haakonen wrote:
. And to tell the truth, it's those grey areas that I groan and whine about that have let me thrive here."

Urgrek smiles sadly

"It is true that when you are young you think of all things as black and white, but as you grow older things seem to fade to a constant shade of grey. I saw many horrible things in my travels, one of the reasons I decided to return to Deathdelve and work on making my home realm a better place."

The dance ends and Urgrek bows to Eir and kisses her hand.

"That was most enjoyable Eir, thank you for taking this old warhorse out for a spin on the floor, it has done wonders for my ego."


"My pleasure, you have a willing dance partner here anytime."

God, he's too charming for Eir to get slutty.


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Urgrek escorts Eir back to Hanali. Hanali is chatting with a young good-looking man in purple silk tunic and hose and an ermine-edged cloak. A circlet of iron with blue gems encircles his brow. Eir hears a snatch of conversation as she approaches.

" ... she really is a nice girl, but a bit shy. I think your title intimidated her, but she is a fierce warrior in a combat situat ... oh hello Eir, Urgrek! Allow me to introduce Prince Willas, heir in exile of the Kingdom of Thallessia."

Urgrek bows deeply as does Prince Willas and mutter polite greetings. Prince Willas brushes his lips over Eir's hand.

Hanali smirks a bit at Eir

"We did have Karrin with us, but I think she had an attack of shyness when she met Prince Willas and she has run off."

Prince Willas looks sad.

"A shame. I would have liked to meet her, she seemed very nice. I might have a title, but the Cagers are now starting to call me the Beggar Prince. I have been here for months and haven't been successful in finding a backer for my cause. The only thing that keeps me from penury is the charity of people like our noble host Guarsimo."


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade

Karrin finds a safe place to sit (away from all of that breakable crystal) wipes the tears away with the back of her hand and starts eating.

'Why did Hanali pull me into that?' Karrin asks herself, 'she had to know I wasn't ready. I made a fool of myself and there's no way in a million years that I'll ever live that down.'

Karrin glances about the room. "Nice place," she mumbles, "so don't touch anything."

'I'm a mercenary not a talker,' she thinks, 'I never trained to talk to anyone. I can fight, I've learned about that, and I've had lots of practice, but how am I supposed to talk to a prince? Hanali just tossed me into the water . . . it was like that old saying 'swim or drown' . . . well something like that."


Female catfolk sorceror 9

Feline

Spoiler:

I'll certainly give it some thought.


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Karrin Kind wrote:


Karrin glances about the room. "Nice place," she mumbles, "so don't touch anything."

As Karrin eats and sniffles she hears a faint slurred voice singing at the door.

Afar and awee lies me fair Lady Moira
Afar and awee lies me lady of flame
With apple-hued cheeks an' two lips made fer kissin'
But I'll never see me fair lady again.

She looks over at the entrance and sees a short being, not higher than three feet tall, dressed in green silk with carroty red hair and a freckled homely face. He wears an odd looking stovepipe hat with a silver buckle, and looks pretty soused. He staggers towards the hearth, then jerks as he notices Karrin. The bottle he carries in one hand gurgles a bit and gives off a faint whiff of strong alcohol.

"Hearnow lass, whass .. wi' the eaten and such in here. There's plenty o' seats back thassa way."

The diminutive being points back towards the party.

"This room ish' not fer eatin' an' such."

The small being blearily looks at Karrin and frowns.

"Are yeh cryin' missy? Whassa matter, yer boyo do yeh wrong? Yeh can stay, ish no big problem."

The small being leans drunkenly against a wall.

"Tell ol' Finbar what's ailin' yeh."


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade

"No, it's nothing," Karrin mumbles again wiping the tears from her eyes, "I just made a fool of myself at the party is all. I'm a mercenary and I'm not good at these social situations. I can smash head real good but I'm bad at talking to people. Anyway I thought I aught to retreat and regroup. I didn't mean to intrude . . . is this your room?"


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Finbar weaves a bit then recovers.

"Well thass too bad lass, a pretty young thing like yerself should be out dancin' and havin' a good ol' time, not weepin' in a library. Why it hardly bears thinkin' about it does."

Finbar grins a bit drunkenly.

"Ah I'm the Har'Jollek librarian, is all. 'Tis me responsibility to shee to it this room be guarded. I have me quarters off this room don't yeh know."

A strange comment as Karrin cannot see any other doors in this room than the one she entered from.


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Merle and Chaser chat idly about this and that while finishing their drinks. The crowd is getting rather rowdy, and the ale is flowing. Suddenly Chaser looks up and stiffens.

Feline

Spoiler:
:: Excuse me for a moment Merle, I see Snarl over by my pridemates::

Chaser walks off towards the three other catfolk at the other side of the tent.


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade
Dungeon Monkey wrote:

Finbar weaves a bit then recovers.

"Well thass too bad lass, a pretty young thing like yerself should be out dancin' and havin' a good ol' time, not weepin' in a library. Why it hardly bears thinkin' about it does."

Finbar grins a bit drunkenly.

"Ah I'm the Har'Jollek librarian, is all. 'Tis me responsibility to shee to it this room be guarded. I have me quarters off this room don't yeh know."

A strange comment as Karrin cannot see any other doors in this room than the one she entered from.

"Pleased to meet you Har'Jollek," Karrin says with a slight smile, "I didn't touch anything. It's a very nice looking library. I have some friends who love books. I used to read a lot as a kid as well. I lived in the monastery you see and books were my only window to the outside world. I used to see all sorts of wonders through books . . . although I have to say seeing them in person is so much better. I've never been to a real fancy ball except in books, and I never met a real prince before tonight, but I messed that up real good. I just wanted to see everything, also to try and drum up some work for my boss, a real nice guy by the name of Renkar Sha'Hagmid, but I feel so silly talking to folks. This is my first time in a dress, first time talking with real nobles, and I don't think I'm doing a very good job. Everyone else knows how to act and talk but I feel really out of place. I'm sorry for intruding but the door was open and I didn't want to be around people . . . and sorry about the food, but I always feel better after I eat. I didn't get any crumbs on the books or anything though . . ."

Karrin notes that there's only one entrance into the library but she also knows from stories that libraries are always filled with secret doors.


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Finbar plonks down on the ottoman of her chair.

"I'm not called Har'Jollek lass, thass me boss' name. You know, the one who threw this here craic agus ceol. Me name is Finbar Flaithbheartach, guardian extroidinaire."

The small man gives Karrin a seated drunken bow.

"An' yeh shouldnae worra so much about what others think of yeh lass. Where I'm from, every scruffy gadaí caorach what could build a log rath on a hill called hisself a prince. Titles aint nobbut but pretty names that folks call themselves by."

Finbar takes a long pull from his bottle.

"Slainte"

Looks at Karrin, and holds out the brown glass bottle.

"Would you be wantin' a drop of the creature?"


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade

"Ya, I was thinking it odd that you had the same last name as the owner of the house, but that's exactly why I'm no good at talking and stuff. I always mishear or misunderstand things. Once I met this guy called Stevf only I thought it was Steve and for like a whole week I was calling him Steve. I mean that's not so bad, but it's really embarrassing running around like some clueless Bert all the time.

Karrin glances at the bottle.

"Hmm, I better not, I've made a fool of myself enough already without any alcohol. I get drunk pretty fast but my blood burns it off pretty fast as well."


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Finbar weaves slightly

"Suit yerself lass."

Swigs another healthy drink from the bottle.


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade

"Um, I don't mean to be rude, but are you a leprechaun?"


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Finbar looks up at Karrin

"Aye lass, I'm of the leipreachán race. Though I've always hated shoe makin' and hoardin' gold, never really saw the point in it. Me Da' had a right big pile of the yellow stuff and never spent a drib of it. I always liked books, so I gots me the posting here. It's a soft touch me boss is, and generous with the uisquebaugh."

Finbar waves his bottle for emphasis.

"I gets to do me studies an' except for the occasional lass weepin' in the hearth chair few folks come in ta visit."


Female catfolk sorceror 9

Merle finishes off her drink while keeping an eye on the catfolk across the room.


female Tiefling 9th level Duskblade

"Wow I never met a leprechaun before," Karrin says, "is it true that you live at the end of rainbows?"


To Hanali: "Looks like Karrin has a new friend."


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Karrin Kind wrote:
"Wow I never met a leprechaun before," Karrin says, "is it true that you live at the end of rainbows?"

Finbar nods a little drunkenly

"Well lass, thass a bit of an overshimpli ... overpimpli ... oversimplification of the matter, but we do use rainbows to mark our portals. We got the magic long ago from the Aesir. Heimdall is a lousy card player."

Finbar hiccups and pauses to swirl another drink out of his bottle.

"We usually live in small demiplanes, yeh ken a demiplane? Like the Seelie Court, or the Mazes that the Lady sends her enemies to. If yeh hoard gold as a hobby it's usually not so smart to have a regular kip."

Finbar swigs another gulp

"If yeh like I could show yeh me kip, if yeh don't mind bein' shrunk a bit sos yeh kin fit through the door."

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