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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Male Cat

As Edwin speaks Seph seems to listen intently and one gets the impression that if he had the possible thumbs he would be writing notes.


Female catfolk sorceror 11

Merle gives swift a very worried look. She has a suspicion about what Swift is thinking and she doubts it will be anything legal.


Human Wiz 12 (Evocation)
Dungeon Monkey wrote:


Skyy leads Justin to a small side table and gets him the drink of his choice. She hugs him again and gives him another kiss[/i]

Justin eyes quickly give the place the once-over after his eyes adjust to the dimmer light. Old habit forced him to count the number of possible exits first.

'Now I know I need a vacation. I'm in a place with 'entertainment', and I'm still a worry wart!' He fumed as he allowed Skyy to lead him to a small side table. 'And a couple of the girls actually know how to dance,...'

Justin accepted his drink from Skyy with a small smile, then gave her a larger smile in appreciation once he tasted it. Either Skyy had gotten him the good stuff, or this joint didn't water it down nearly as much as he thought they would.

Dungeon Monkey wrote:


"I've got to get to work luv, but I was wondering if you'd maybe like to help me out. Yeh see, I've got no kip now that Maxus that *^%@#** threw me out. Could you maybe let a girl crash at your place for a few Peaks while I get me pins in order?"

The young air-kissed girl gives him the puppy eyes.

Fortunately Justin was smiling when what Skyy said sunk in, because the look on his face was frozen there.

'Demise. MY demise. Gonna be the death of me.'

Justin looked at the petite air-kissed girl. Her request seemed sincere, if over-acted just a touch. He couldn't help but notice that her leaning over to talk to him was allowing him a nice view, should he care to appreciate it.

I am either the luckiest, or UNluckiest, 'berk' on this whole stinking plane right now. And it HAS been a long time,...'

Justin looked into the girls eyes, and saw flirtation, and an offer. But he thought there was also a flicker of fear deep inside. Was it fear that he would turn her down? Or what he would ask in return?

'DangitDangitDangit. Gonna say 'no'. Should say 'no'. WANT to say 'NO'. One day I'll take that correspondence course on 'HOW to say no'!'

All of this flickered through his mind in a heartbeat. Just as Skyy's eyes started to darken, thinking maybe she had been rejected, Justin cleared his throat nervously. But when he spoke it was calmly and sincerely.

"Skyy, I don't want to take advantage of you. But I do want to help you out. It just so happens that I signed up today with a group that will hopefully keep me in extra work. So I may not be around much. If it works out I may even move out of the 'cave' for good. And I'm paid up with 'her omniscience' for another week. "

He smiled gently, careful to keep his eyes on her Fey, Zaos-adorned face. "You can flop at my place for a few Da,... 'Peaks', if you need to. I'll stay on the couch, it's comfy. And you don't have to pay. In any way. Just,... take care of yourself, and get on your feet as soon as you can."

He couldn't help a hopeful glint from appearing in his eyes as he added, just a little too huskily, "Anything else is entirely up to you." And quickly took a drink from his mug.

'<sigh> Why is it that I can tell Marconi to take a flying leap, but I canNOT say no to a woman? At least not a woman in need. Ah who am I kidding? I'm just too much of a Romantic/Cavalier/Gentleman. I just can't say no to women. Period.'

From behind the safety of his mug, Justin's eyes noted a few of the clients, including a group of guys looking like they were having more fun drinking than watching the entertainment.


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Justin Case wrote:
...his demise ...

The young girl squeals and hugs Justin tight, sitting on his lap. He's right, it HAS been a long time, and the tight clinch makes that all the more evident. Skyy gives him an enthusiastic kiss, and breaks off, panting slightly

"Yeh're my savior knight Justin, an' I'll be sure to repay yer kindness in any way I can .."

Her slender hand brushes high on his leg as she levers herself off him.

"I'll see yeh in the After Antipeak!"

With that she flounces off to the back area, her short dress swaying around her blue thighs.

Justin is left in disarray, his half-empty glass in front of him, the manic beat of the piano filling his ears.


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OK Swift/Merle you guys set to go back? Or is there anything else you wish to do?


Female Tibbit Rogue 3
Dungeon Monkey wrote:
OK Swift/Merle you guys set to go back? Or is there anything else you wish to do?

Swift can take time over her potential kidnapping plans, she's asked all she needs of Edwin and I'm sure he'd like time and less cats around to think on Seph's problem. I think I'm pretty good to leave things in attempt to get in sync with others.


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Fair enough

After Edwin serves some tea with a light luncheon spread and the group has a nice chat, Merle, Seph and Swift bid him and Mystery farewell and head back to the Silver Rose. Renkar had mentioned he wanted to introduce the members to some new team members he had hired to replace Zigel, Greep and Ffethpaar.

Copperman's Way bustles with beings as usual, everything from a gaggle of pixies to a shambling hill giant couple. Carraiges, palanquins and pony carts all weave in amongst themselves, their drivers cursing each other out.

The trio arrive at Copper Court right before the meeting, They hurry to the Silver Rose to the meeting.


Male Half-elf (Planar) Ranger 5/Rogue 2/Plane Walker 1

Isaac scrubs up in the bathtub, emerges whistling and towel-clad through the common hallway and heads into his new room to get organized and presentable for the meeting.


Female Tibbit Rogue 3

Swift scampers to get to the meeting early, not because she's the prompt sort but more because she wishes to claim the seat she deems most comfortable. After trying several perching spots she eventually finds the chair she likes most and happily sprawls in it, easily draping herself over the piece of furniture and relaxing as she waits for the others to show up, praying that Zigel and his mangy mutt haven't somehow resurfaced.


female elan Psion (Kineticist) 10

Nari will wait until Karrin is ready to go, not just because she is unsure of where she is going, but also because she feels safer hiding behind her tiefling friend.


Bribes always welcome
Isaac wrote:
Isaac scrubs up in the bathtub, emerges whistling and towel-clad through the common hallway and heads into his new room to get organized and presentable for the meeting.

Issac passes Darroth in the hallway, two tin buckets in hand. The teen calls to him

"If yeh needs laundry services ser a lady named Mrs. Feddlewick down the block takes in washin' at reasonable rates."

Darroth heads to the bathroom to drain the now-cold water.


female Tiefling 12th level Duskblade
Naridre Ro'Arisahshe wrote:
Nari will wait until Karrin is ready to go, not just because she is unsure of where she is going, but also because she feels safer hiding behind her tiefling friend.

Sorry, it's been a busy day, we had a family friend pass on this morning. Karrin's musings the other day were apt.

Karrin finishes eating, washes up, looks in vain for her cat Blacky, and is pretty much waiting for Naridre by the time she finishes her bath.


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Karrin Kind wrote:
Sorry, it's been a busy day, we had a family friend pass on this morning. Karrin's musings the other day were apt.

No worries Guy, my condolences. I think as soon as Justin gets settled we are ready to roll on


Male Half-elf (Planar) Ranger 5/Rogue 2/Plane Walker 1
Dungeon Monkey wrote:
Isaac wrote:
Isaac scrubs up in the bathtub, emerges whistling and towel-clad through the common hallway and heads into his new room to get organized and presentable for the meeting.

Issac passes Darroth in the hallway, two tin buckets in hand. The teen calls to him

"If yeh needs laundry services ser a lady named Mrs. Feddlewick down the block takes in washin' at reasonable rates."

Darroth heads to the bathroom to drain the now-cold water.

"Thanks, lad. Much appreciated."

With some time before the meeting, Isaac gets dressed and puts his laundry together. He heads downstairs for a quick bite (Isaac's the type that has five or six little meals throughout the day rather than any one huge meal) and drags his basket of laundry to this Mrs. Feddlewick down the block.


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Issac finds the laundress easily enough. A sign, Feddlewick: Laundress and Seamstress. is affixed to the side a non-descript four-story brick building. Inside a stout woman with reddish peeling hands sits sorting through some piles of fresh-washed linen, running a heated flatiron over them and hanging them up on racks scattered about the large empty foyer. The room smells of lye and steam vapor. She nods as Issac comes in.

"Greetings ser. Yeh have some laundry I wager?"


Female catfolk sorceror 11

After Arriving back with Swift and watching her select a chair Merle pauses for a minute unsure whether she should sit next to Swift or not before finally tacking a seat next to her looking like she wants to say something but not sure how to start the conversation.


Male Cat

Seph happily perches on the chair armrest between Merle and Swift.


Male Half-elf (Planar) Ranger 5/Rogue 2/Plane Walker 1
Dungeon Monkey wrote:

Issac finds the laundress easily enough. A sign, Feddlewick: Laundress and Seamstress. is affixed to the side a non-descript four-story brick building. Inside a stout woman with reddish peeling hands sits sorting through some piles of fresh-washed linen, running a heated flatiron over them and hanging them up on racks scattered about the large empty foyer. The room smells of lye and steam vapor. She nods as Issac comes in.

"Greetings ser. Yeh have some laundry I wager?"

"Aye, madame. I reckon these poor fellows have given up hope of ever being clean again; they're like Bleakers laughing into the gales of Pandemonium. Mad with their own foulness. I can't help but feel it's somehow my fault. Can ye not save my poor laundry from such a horrid fate?"


Human Wiz 12 (Evocation)
Dungeon Monkey wrote:
Justin Case wrote:
...his demise ...

The young girl squeals and hugs Justin tight, sitting on his lap. He's right, it HAS been a long time, and the tight clinch makes that all the more evident. Skyy gives him an enthusiastic kiss, and breaks off, panting slightly

"Yeh're my savior knight Justin, an' I'll be sure to repay yer kindness in any way I can .."

Her slender hand brushes high on his leg as she levers herself off him.

"I'll see yeh in the After Antipeak!"

With that she flounces off to the back area, her short dress swaying around her blue thighs.

Justin is left in disarray, his half-empty glass in front of him, the manic beat of the piano filling his ears.

After swallowing hard. Twice. Justin reclaims his glass and drains it in one long gulp.

'Pelor on a Pogo stick! It HAS been too long. I'm gonna need more money for beer. Or a bath. A nice, long, COLD, bath.'

After taking advantage of Skyy's offer of a free drink at least once more than he felt comfortable with, and spending all but the last few precious coppers in his pouch on another, (They may not be watered down, but they weren't cheap either!) Justin waves to get Skyy's attention. She flounces over, every part of her somehow bouncing in rhythm to the tune played by the Lyrist who has joined the piano player next to the tiny stage. He tells her that he needs to finish his errand, and asks the chaotic maiden if she will be alright getting 'home'. Skyy waves off his concern, explaining that she already had enough coin for a ride back to his place. "An' the night is young yet!" She laughed.

"But are yeh sure yeh don' want ta stay a lil' longer? Ah'm due on stage soon. I promise yeh won't regret it! Or Mebbe a private dance later?" She asked archly, waggling her eyebrows. "Aye said ay'll pay yeh back,..." She added wickedly.

Justin laughed. "Can you cook? Cuz if so we'll call it even! My attempts at fixing a decent meal tend to be frustrating. And when I get frustrated, things tend to become flammable. The meat. The vegetables. The cookware,..."

Seeing her look, he sighed aloud and gave up on general principal. Sitting back down he picked up what remained of his drink. "Alright, I'll make this last long enough to watch you dance. But after that I REALLY need to run this errand! It's for 'Her Omniscience', and since technically I'm not paying for TWO people to be living in the space, I really think I should try to keep her happy!"

Skyy squealed with girlish delight and gave him yet another distracting kiss. Much to the unhappiness of the bat-eared bouncer across the room. Justin made sure to keep his hands in plain sight.

"Yeh won' regret it, yeh'll see!" she whispered in his ear. Then she flounced off through the crowd to get ready.

'Cold. Bath.' Justin thought fuzzily as he deliberately pushed the remaining dregs of his last now-warm beer away from him.

'I wonder if I can get Ice for my bath after dark?'

Justin gave up on trying to eyeball the other patrons, trusting the bouncers to do their jobs, and concentrated on not letting the alcohol affect him. Any more than it already had. But he didn;t have long to wait before the lyrist, possibly a true bard judging by the above-average caliber of his playing, announced Skyy as the next dancer.

She had been right, he didn't regret it. None of the dancers were bad, but Skyy was by far the best he had watched that night.

Though he admitted to himself that the recent kisses and alcohol had probably influenced that decision. At the end, if he hadn't known he was too fuzzy to trust his alcohol befuddled senses, he would have sworn she was floating above the stage, instead of dancing on it. He thoroughly enjoyed the performance, and if she happened to give him a few more direct, teasing, glances than the other patrons,... That was their problem, and seemed to drive them into prying her with more coins to stuff into her nearly nonexistent costume in order to regain her attention.

When Skyy was done and floated offstage to the calls of the patrons for more, 'HOW exactly does one both 'float' AND 'swish' at the same time?' Justin stood up, a little too quickly for his beer-battered brain, and hastened out the door to complete his other errand. BEFORE Skyy could sweet-talk him into staying longer!

Justin stopped outside to take a deep breath, and immediately regretted it. Still, the cooler air helped to make him more alert. He noticed that it was already getting towards dark. Grumbling, he stepped lively toward the Temple District and to Zeus' Temple that he had seen earlier.

'Need to hurry. It's getting dark.'

'Need to find some food.'

'NEED a Cold Bath.' He mused, images of the last dance swimming in his mind,...

How long we drag this out depends on you DM Monky-MAster! I'm having fun, but I don't want the others to have to wait on me. That's no fun! You can wrap this up as long or as quick as you wish. I originally thought this might lead to a test of Justin's abilities in a nighttime fight in the streets of Sigil, but you can handwave if you want. I'm good either way!


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I think we are going to wave it a bit, Justin, just to get everyone together by this weekend ..

After watching Skyy's performance, and reaching the end of his second beer, Justin decides to head to the Temple of Zeus to recover the package for his elderly landlady. Waving farewell to Skyy, he emerges into the dimming light of the Hive in late Afterpeak.

The Marble District isn't as bad as some areas of the Hive, but it ain't no Clerk's Ward neither. Justin sees a preponderance of Xaosmen, Doomguard, Dustmen and Bleakers all traipsing around in groups. A few cast eyes Justin's way, but keep their distance.

Passing through the Gray District, Justin is forced to pass the Mortuary again. The swarms of silent zombies with sewn-shut mouths give him the heebies, as does the smattering of more intellegent undead that are taking to the street now that Sigil's light has become dim enough not to harm them. A vampire dressed in desert robes and followed by a coterie of spawn sweeps by Justin, his flat predator's eyes sizing him up like a side of mutton.

Finally the busy chaotic confines of Ragpicker's Square rise to meet him. The plaza is filled as always with the cloth merchants and book sellers of the Lower Ward. Vendors cry out to Justin as he passes:

"Men's shirts, 2 Greens each! No rips, no holes! Men's shirts.."

"Curraigh's Codex Cart! Find a gem of a book at Curraigh's!"

He passes on through the shopping crowds, and heads into the Foundry District. The giant flame-belching factory squats darkly on the skyline, belching suplhuric smoke and ash into Sigil's already foggy sky. Justin coughs as he moves along, his throat drying like the desert.

He finally puts some distance between him and the smokes of the Foundry District by entering Swordhold. He is tempted to stop at one of the many inns and purchase a nice beer to undry his throat, but time is a-wasting and his pocket's empty. He keeps walking and finally arrives at Meatmarket Square at the border of the Temple District.

The savory smell of frying meat reminds Justin that his rations have been rather thin of late. He hurrys on through the stockpens and makes his way through the crowds of worshippers until he arrives at the farther side of the distrcit, where the Temple of Zeus sits in all its marbled glory.

The temple is a masterpiece of classical architecure, with fluted columns and mosaics depicting the life and times of the power as he slew his father, wed his sister and fathered a hundred bastards.

Inside is a large open space wrapped in more murals, leading to an immense statue of Zeus in what looks to be solid gold. Worshippers and priests scuttle about praying, lighting inscence and slaughtering sacrificial animals on a large altar. A merry bonfire sends cooking smells up towards the large statue.

Justin inquires at a functionary and is pointed towards a side area where there are several offices. He talks to an underpriest who sends an acolyte back into the cavernous recesses of the temple. He returns with a package wrapped in burlap, about 2 feet long and 1 foot in diameter. He hands it over once Justin shows him the letter.


Bribes always welcome
Isaac wrote:

...

"Aye, madame. I reckon these poor fellows have given up hope of ever being clean again; they're like Bleakers laughing into the gales of Pandemonium. Mad with their own foulness. I can't help but feel it's somehow my fault. Can ye not save my poor laundry from such a horrid fate?"

Mrs. Feddlewick grins

"Aye, mayhap I can young ser. I charges a Stinger per load, I'll iron the load fer five more, an' I'll repair any holes an' rips for a Green per rent."


Human Wiz 12 (Evocation)

Thx DM MOnkey MAster! Writing the response, will be caught up and at the meeting when I post!


Human Wiz 12 (Evocation)

Wave along my good monkey! NICE descriptions, BTW!

Spoilered for length, not content.

Spoiler:

Justin had fleeting memories of avoiding the greatest dangers while making the trek as quickly as possible. He distinctly recalls giving the vampire an even stare in return. Something that popped to mind about making sure they don't see you as prey,...

Dungeon Monkey wrote:
Justin inquires at a functionary and is pointed towards a side area where there are several offices. He talks to an underpriest who sends an acolyte back into the cavernous recesses of the temple. He returns with a package wrapped in burlap, about 2 feet long and 1 foot in diameter. He hands it over once Justin shows him the letter.

'What is,...? "little package" my arse! I mean it's not the statue in Temple Square, but sheesh. It's heavy! I knew I should have bought a scroll of Force Disk.'

Despite his grumbling, the package was not very heavy, just awkward. He thanked the underpriest politely and left with his charge. Once he got to the temple steps he resisted the urge to peek under the burlap wrapping, and used a combination of Prestidigitation and Mage Hand to help him stabilize the bundle so he could carry it tucked under one arm.

Eyeing the fading light, he quickly began to retrace his steps towards his tenement. As the streets began to look dangerous, even to his seriously underdeveloped sense of self-preservation, he made a conscious effort NOT to hurry faster. He didn't want people to think that he was afraid, or carrying anything overly-valuable. Either would be bad and cause people to eye him as a target. Both would be disastrous. He made a show of conjuring a companion light with a casual snap of his fingers. Just to let anyone who cared know that there was magical talent involved here.

EIther his display of bravado worked, or no one was interested in what a lone human was carrying through the streets this particular eve. Justin reached his building without having to do more than frown at one possibly over-curious fellow pedestrian for staring. It was with a sigh of relief that he climbed the few steps to his landlady's stoop and knocked on the door.

The cover over the peek hole opened, and he saw Fernicia's eyeball give him the once over before it closed again with a 'hmmph'. The sound of bolts being undone reached him through the door. At least three it sounded like. At last the wizened crone opened the door and looked him up and down. At first it looked like she might have been ready to harangue him with a thorough scolding, but her elderly eyes lit up when she saw the bundle tucked under Justin's arm.

"Yeh gots it! Oi Masteh Case, Ah 'preciates dis' ah do! Ah jes' didn' feel well enuff tah make deh walk mese'f. Ah knowed ah could counts on you though! Ah wuz be'ginin' tah worry, on account yeh said ye'd be back earlier. Yeh, did'n have any, trubble, didjeh?" She asked, glancing quickly over his shoulder to the street below.

Justin shook his head carefully to avoid aggravating it more. Then quickly released the spells he had been using to keep the bundle under his arm. Shaking his sore arm out, He handed it to Fernicia with a smirk and a slight bow. "No problems. I just got sidetracked a little. A, friend, asked me to help her out as well, and as I was walking that direction anyway,..." He trailed off as he noticed the elderly woman's eyes narrow slightly. He turned to look behind him, but saw nothing that attracted his attention.

He turned back to the landlady, puzzled, but she was looking at him again.
"Um, so anyway, no troubles. But I was wondering,..." He rubbed his neck nervously.
"A, friend, is having a little trouble, and asked if she could stay with me. Just a for a few Peaks! Until she gets back on her feet. I know our agreement was for a single occupant, but I just signed up for a job that will hopefully keep me busy, so I probably won't be around much. And I'm paid up through the week, so I figured it was probably ok, but I wanted to ask you,... first." He mumbled off as the crone's clear eyes turned to peer directly into his. For a fleeting second he got the impression she could see straight into him.

Maybe she's not just a Fakir, making a living,...'

She blinked, breaking off the stare, and the feeling disappeared. She snorted and gave Justin a positively evil grin.

"'Bout time sumone used yer doorway fer sumthin' besides a batterin' ram! An' I wundered who it wuz yeh would let in. Skyy's alrigh'. Bettern' dat fat slob anyways. Long as yeh keeps yer arquments INdoors ah don' min' nun." She chortled. Her grin got even bigger when she saw the looks that crossed Justin's face.

"Dat wuz a mighty entertainin' figh' out dere dis AfterPeak. An' a nice touch yeh added to it too." She chortled, confirming Justin's suspicions that very little happened within sight of her tenement that escaped her attention. "Ah heerd him tell'er not tah come back, an' ah sawr her chase off down deh street afteh yeh. Don' take no book learnin' tah figger why she wuz tryin' ta catch yew. She kin stay with yeh. Jes' keep YER lover's spats indoors, Ah gots a reputation teh keeps!" She chides, waving a bony finger under his nose.

Justin blinked and leaned back from the wrinkled appendage, momentary flashes of his walk past the undead that day rushing through his mind. Then what Fernicia had intimated caught up to his tired brain.

"Oh, no. I mean NO! It;s not like that! She just needs a place to crash, that's all!" he protested. Much to the cackling delight of Fernicia.

"Of course, of course." She said soothingly, grinning all the while. "Yer a genn'lman Masteh Chase, an no mistake abou' dat! Ah have no douts dat yer intentions er honoruble! An' ah thanks yeh agin fer pickin up me package!" She chortled, backing into her doorway with a final glance at the street.
"Ah'll giv yeh an' extra days rent fer yer trouble. But have the next weeks here early deh nex' Peak-Rise! Now iz late, an ah'm tired. AH'm gonna git mah bones tah bed. Guud afteh-Peak Masteh Case, an' thanks agin. Don' be up too late yerself now!" She added with a final wink before shutting the door in Justin's face. He heard all three bolts being worked.

Justin let his head fall against his chest. "Awwww, man!" He muttered, and then took the few steps down from his landlady's stoop, and then the few more down to his basement lodgings.

As he shut the door, he groaned as he remembered that he hadn't thought to give Skyy a key. And her job would likely keep her out late. 'Early-Peak' or 'Post-Anti-Peak' or whatever in hades they called it here. He was going to have to have to wait up on her so he could let her in. He flopped onto his couch with a moan of half frustration, half pleasure.

"At least I got my exercise today!" He muttered as he opened one eye enough to aim, and sent a jet of flame at the logs in the fireplace. The wood caught with a crackle, and Justin closed his eyes once more. The fire had enough wood to keep the chill out of the basement dwelling for the evening. All he had to do was stay awake long enough to let Skyy in, and he could go to sleep. "And I HAVE to be at the meeting at the Silver Rose in the morning! Good first impressions." He mumbled as he relaxed. No problem. He normally went to bed late anyway.

Justin awoke thinking that something was wrong. He kept his eyes closed against the glare of light coming in through his single, narrow, high window. The light was up. But he was warm and tired and didn't want to get up yet. Wasn't there something that he was supposed to do this morning? He snuggled closer into the warmth. It would come to him when he woke up.

'Warmth? Light? Skyy! The Meeting! I'm late!'

With a jerk he sat up. Or tried too. Justin blinked the sleep from his eyes and looked at what was preventing him from rising. A blue-skinned form was laying on his arm, moaning and wiggling softly at being disturbed. He carefully retrieved his arm and looked at Skyy. She snuggled back into the mattress, and Justin covered her with the blanket out of reflex. He was relieved to see that she was still wearing her green dress from the day before. Not that it hid much. In fact he was still dressed too. everything, including his coat, was still where it belonged.

"How did you get in?" He muttered, looking at the still-locked door across the basement from his tiny bedroom doorway.

'Yeh let me in. An' yeh showed me the bedroom, an' yeh fell asleep. Yeh were the perfect gennl'man the whole night." Skyy mumbled in reply from under the covers with a knowing smirk. She opened one eye just enough to see Justin with. "We'll havetah work on that, y'know."

"Um. Yeah. Right. Maybe later." Justin replied cleverly. He stumbled to his basin and splashed cold water on his face. "I have a meeting I have to go to, and I'm late. I told Fernicia, and she said it was ok if you stay here for a few days. Peaks. My spare key is on my table. I don't know when I'll be back. I don't have much, but you can help yourself to what I do. OH! and, um, if you see something that you don't know what it is, don't touch it. I'm practicing to learn how to craft magic items, and so far my results have been,... unstable." He says all in a rush as he goes from side to side of his tiny apartment, picking up a few odds and ends and putting them in his pockets. He shoves a pair of bright blue gloves into his coat pocket and turns to face her through the bedroom door.

'Um. Enjoy your rest. Day. Peak. See you later!" He says quickly. Then he heads out and closes the door behind him.

'Oh yeh, this'll work out jes' fine." Skyy muttered as she snuggled deeper into the blanket.

Outside the apartment, Justin locked the door, then leaned against it with a sound that was either a sigh or a groan.
"Oh yeah, this is gonna work out just fine." he muttered, unknowingly echoing Skyy;s sentiment's within. Though with a completely different meaning.

Justin turned on his heels, raised his coat's hood against the typical Sigil morning, and dashed off down the street.

,....

Panting from his efforts, and holding a stitch in his side, Justin finally reached the Sign he had found the day before. Catching his breath, he looked for the other door that Reinkar had told him to use. Soon he found it and carefully let himself into the Tavern. He looked around sheepishly, trying to make sure he had the right place, and spotted Renkar and Han'lai with some others around a table.

"Hello. I'm not late, am I?" He asks with a practiced casual grin as he approaches the table. The sights and smells of the other's breakfasts cause his stomach to protest its recent lack of attention.

THERE! All caught up now! Thx for your patience guys. I have a serious problem with having to progress in order. I can't read a series of books out of sequence either! :)


Male Half-elf (Planar) Ranger 5/Rogue 2/Plane Walker 1
Dungeon Monkey wrote:
Isaac wrote:

...

"Aye, madame. I reckon these poor fellows have given up hope of ever being clean again; they're like Bleakers laughing into the gales of Pandemonium. Mad with their own foulness. I can't help but feel it's somehow my fault. Can ye not save my poor laundry from such a horrid fate?"

Mrs. Feddlewick grins

"Aye, mayhap I can young ser. I charges a Stinger per load, I'll iron the load fer five more, an' I'll repair any holes an' rips for a Green per rent."

"Your resurrection services are much cheaper than any temple's, Mrs. Feddlewick. I believe these clothes are due for the whole treatment, so I'll take a wash, iron and mending for the lot. Would you like some payment up front or would you hand me a bill when they're on their feet again?"


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Isaac wrote:
.... Would you like some payment up front or would you hand me a bill when they're on their feet again?"

The woman shrugs

"Yeh jest set up kip in Bess' inn yes?"

It's obvious that not much that is new on Copper Court gets by the laundress

"I'll have them done by Peak next an' I'll give yeh a total then. If yeh decide not to take them in a week or so I'll sell them to the ragman."

Looking at Issac's soot-stained rags

"I wager I'll have me work cut out fer me."

Taking his leave of Mrs. Feddlewick, Issac heads to his meeting. He heads down the narrow street to the Silver Rose.


Bribes always welcome

Excellent writeup Justin, really enjoyed it! You will be meeting at the Silver Rose not the Copper Cauldron.

Justin hurries down Copperman's Way and heads to the offices of the Silver Rose.

He is one of the last ones there. Hanali sits in the front foyer smiling, dressed in a diaphanous skirt.

"Please Justin, head into the excercise area, everyone's meeting there."

Justin enters and sees a collection of beings eyeing each other. There are several women, several men and a winged female dressed in a slip. A felinoid woman talks to a short dark-haired girl who looks barely out of her teens. The small dragon that Justin had seen before now sits on a large perch, his orange black-striped wings furled.

OK, meet and greet. I will write up an intro speech from Renkar soon. Everyone can chat and Drazek will make his dramatic entrance soon. Everyone else can assume they've made it to the exercise room.


Male Half-elf (Planar) Ranger 5/Rogue 2/Plane Walker 1

Isaac's a tall, lithe man with short brown hair, green eyes, slightly pointed ears and a goatee. He's dressed more like a worker than a mercenary: a simple and oft-mended brown jerkin, pants secured with a belt rife with pouches, well-worn boots on his feet. The only visible weapon on his person during the meeting is a fine machete-like short sword in a scabbard patterned like a lizard's scales. He looks to be somewhere in his mid to late-twenties, with a boyish smile. He surveys everyone from a point near the center of the room, leaning on a practice dummy's shoulder like a school chum.

"Well, good to see all of you bashers. My name's Isaac and I'm a scout, among other things. Looking forward to running with all of you."


Female catfolk sorceror 11

Merle doesn't say anything to begin with instead looking over all the new comers and evaluating them in her head. Her gaze stop's looking over the harpy for a few seconds for some reason the word's MMmm Chicken going through her head as she looks at her.

Without realising it Merle licks her lips.


female Tiefling 12th level Duskblade

Karrin glances about the room.

'Wow, lots of people here,' Karrin thinks

"Hello everyone," she says, "my name is Karrin Kind and I'm a duskblade, that's sort of a masher and blaster rolled into one awesome package. I can blast stuff at range or I can chop stuff at close range and channel magic right through my weapon. I was one of Renkar's first employees and I can show people the ropes if you want. I don't know much about Sigil, or the cage as we call it here, I've only been here for a little over a month, but I do know about mercenary work and that kind of thing. I've been doing that for a while now and I'm real good at it."

Karrin moves to sit down, when she suddenly remembers something:

"Oh ya, and this is my Axe," She says as she draws her massive great axe, Karrin's eyes seem to focus on the crystal blade as it glows a soft blue, "Ferissirion. Neat huh? Anyways I think that's about it. I'll let everyone else have a say."


female elan Psion (Kineticist) 10

Nari was shocked to find out that Karrin had only been in Sigil for such a short time. She seemed so sure of herself and seemed to really understand how everything worked here. Nari still felt all at sea. She hung back in the corner, nervously watching all the people gathered in the room.


Human Wiz 12 (Evocation)
Dungeon Monkey wrote:
Excellent writeup Justin, really enjoyed it! You will be meeting at the Silver Rose not the Copper Cauldron.

Thx. It was fun. AND I deliberately left things vague so as to not hijack any plans you may have for your NPC's

Dungeaon Monkey wrote:

Justin hurries down Copperman's Way and heads to the offices of the Silver Rose.

He is one of the last ones there. Hanali sits in the front foyer smiling, dressed in a diaphanous skirt.

"Please Justin, head into the excercise area, everyone's meeting there."

Justin raises an appreciative eyebrow at Hanalai and smiles without quite making it a smirk.

'Down boy. Your in enough trouble for one day. Night. Whatever.'

Justin nods in thanks to Hanali, and quickly uses his Prestidigitation spell to make himself presentable. And so it is with almost neatened hair and a wrinkle and stain-free shirt that Justin enters the exercise room.

Dungeon Monkey wrote:

Justin enters and sees a collection of beings eyeing each other. There are several women, several men and a winged female dressed in a slip. A felinoid woman talks to a short dark-haired girl who looks barely out of her teens. The small dragon that Justin had seen before now sits on a large perch, his orange black-striped wings furled.

'Shards and shells! I thought I'd seen a lot since I got here, but cat-people, and a HARPY?!?'

The tall,(over 6 foot) skinny young man ducks his head out of habit as he enters the room. He blinks when he first enters, like the light is too bright, but quickly smiles, or at least smirks, amiably. His shoulder length hair is dark and unruly, but brushed back. And he has a growth of hair too long to be called a shadow, too short to be called a beard. He wears a long black leather coat with a hood and bulging pockets, and you can see weapons hanging on his belt peek out from under it when he moves. He nods to acknowledge the others greetings, and he is obviously studying them as intensely as they are studying him.

"Greetings,... all. Names' Justin. Justin Case. I'm a wizard." He smirks at Karrin. "Not the best of two rolled into one, Just the one. But I'm good at what I do."


Female Tibbit Rogue 3

The small darkhaired young woman straightens her hair a little as she observes the new arrivals with interest, her big amber eyes scanning them all from head to toe. She soon reaches her conclusion but what it is remains to be seen as she silently settles back once more, chosing to make herself comfortable rather than introduce herself.

With a small feline yawn she stretches after a moment and looks at the small dragon as though remembering something. Without a word she fishes a small apple out of her backpack and balances it on the perch beside the slumbering form before flopping back into her comfy spot with a smile.


Renkar clears his throat

"Good Peak to everyone. I can see that everyone is here, except.."

At that moment a shadowed form enters the room. An eerie aura surrounds the newcomer, as if all the warmth were sucked out of the room. His tall form stands imposing, seeming sharper and more in focus than everything else. Bedecked in black leather he seems to draw the darkness to him like a lover’s embrace. His long smoke grey hair seems made of the stuff of shadows, flowing into those of his cloak, his handsome features at once alluring and disturbing in their perfection. His eyes are rings of luminescent white in a sea of black, piercing, accusing, relentless.

Renkar looks over startled for a bit, then smiles

"And here he is. Welcome Drazek. Now the group is complete. Welcome old friends and new to the Company of the Silver Rose."

Renkar reaches into a silk bag and begins to pull out silver cloak brooches fashioned in the shape of a blooming rose

"These are our sigil, and help to identify you as under my charge. Please, take one."

After everyone has one Renkar sits and gestures to the others to do likewise

"I wanted everyone to get to know each other a bit, so I'll let you all introduce yourselves. Then I'd like to get right down to business. I have had several inquiries, and I'd like to get your input as to what mission you would like to attempt."


Female Avian Harpy Avian Harpy 4 Bard (Arcane Duelist) 2

Lady Bethany looks around the room at the others.
She sighs. "All Mudwalkers," she thinks to herself.
All of them look relatively normal, except for the bipedal feline. She has never seen anything like the Catperson before, although she has seen big cats and for some reason she feels vaguely unsettled by the way it looks at her.
She flexes her wings and draws herself up to seem bigger. Her wings give her bulk, but she is still quite short compared to everyone but the small idle one.
Stepping forward, her tiny silk slip sliding seductively over her curves and seeming to offer no protection whatsoever, she clears her throat and announces, "I am Lady Bethany Archaise, Scion of the Noble House of Vex Archaise, Second House of the Nation of Harmonia. I am new to this City, having only been here for a couple of days. I have taken this position to facilitate my return to my home, as I arrived with nothing but what I carry." She indicates a finely crafted, but apparently empty Quiver nestled between her back and a well cared for Haversack with Bronzewood buckles and fixtures.
"I wish to make it clear that this is not the type of work that I would normally be doing, but I am committed to assisting the Company in any way I can."
With that she steps back and waits to gauge any reaction to her statement.

EDIT:Grrr, stupid Post Eater... This should have been posted after Swift's but well you all know the drill. As it turns out though it actually fits better after Renkar's speech, so maybe the Post Eater does good sometimes after all!


M Human Witchblade 6{Hexblade 1/Warlock 5(favored)

Perfect

Drazek puts his boots up on the table,turning the silver rose in his fingers and looking through his hair as Lady Bethany speaks. Those sitting cosest to him can hear him mutter something about a "pretty bird" and "bad kitty"


Female Tibbit Rogue 3

Swift looks over at Merle with a tiny smirk of a smile as the new arrivals settle and start introducing themselves. The young humanoid makes a small noise akin to a purr before scanning the room again.

Feline;

Spoiler:
::This may be 'interesting'::

Slowly her eyes fall to Lady Bathany's equipment, silently aprraising the items before lifting her gaze to the harpy's face with a mischeivous grin.

"Well that was a mouthful, I'm going to call you Bessie" She decides aloud.


Female Avian Harpy Avian Harpy 4 Bard (Arcane Duelist) 2
Swift. wrote:
"Well that was a mouthful, I'm going to call you Bessie" She decides aloud.

A scowl appears on Bethany's face. "My name is Lady Bethany. I will allow you to call me Bethany becase we will be working together and I will even respond to Beth if it is urgent, but I will not answer to 'Bessie'"

"What an annoying creature," she thinks to herself as she ruffles her wing feathers.


Female catfolk sorceror 11

Feline

Spoiler:
Rather full of herself isent she?


Female catfolk sorceror 11

Merle's face seems to darken a little at Justin mentioning he's a wizard

Feline

Spoiler:
What do we need a bookworm for we already have me?

Moving her annoyance she looked over the elf who seemed somewhat I'll at ease. Then the two men Isaac seemed nice enough the other one for some reason creeped her out a little.

Feline

Spoiler:
So Swift what do you think of them?


Female Tibbit Rogue 3

Swift laughs a little as she observes 'Bessie', playfully braiding her hair as she does so.

"But I think Bessie suits you, besides do you never feel the impulse to be a little less uptight? You may be of noble baring but right now you're away from that, why cling to all the airs and graces? Right now most of the people in this room really don't care"

She finishes with a shrug before looking to Merle. Despite still harbouring ill-will towards the wizard she easily slips into being catty with her fellow adventurer of feline descent. Quickly she replies in the same rowling tongue.

Feline;

Spoiler:
::Well Bessie needs the rod removed from her rear for a start, but we can work on that, we'll have her relaxed in no time I'm sure..

..that or she'll have a nervous breakdown, which in itself would be fun to watch!

The scout seems delightfully down to earth, in fact I'm sure he and Skrint would get on.

Then there's the man who looks like a shadow and then the elf who looks like she wishes to become one with the shadows, to disappear. Whilst Bessie needs taking down a few notches I thonk our newfound elf needs lifting a few.::

The young woman smiles brightly, a twinkle in her eye seemingly hinting that she's plotting something and it won't be good news. After a moment and a brief purring chuckle her bright curious eyes fall on Drazek before adding something in a whisper to Merle.

Feline;

Spoiler:
::Although that one is quite striking, oddly beguiling. Like pretty gems that probably have curses on them but you feel the need to take them any way::


Male Half-elf (Planar) Ranger 5/Rogue 2/Plane Walker 1

Isaac arches an eyebrow at the exchange, but doesn't say anything. A smile hasn't left his face the entire time as he runs a finger along the rose clasp.

"Well, like I said before everyone got here: the name's Isaac."

The tall half-elf plants a heel and bows good-naturedly to Lady Bethany.

"I'm from Yggdrasil originally but I've been in and out of Sigil for years. I used to run with the Sirroc'ran Tirraith Elven: "The Razor Wind" mercenary company, but things didn't work out in the last year or so. I'm a Godsman, still only a namer, though. As far as what I can bring to the company: I'm a scout, a skirmisher, a ranger, a blacksmith, a locksmith and a trapsmith. Pretty good set of eyes and ears, too, when I ain't running my mouth off!"

He leans in conspiratorially.

"But if you want the truth? I'm actually a reincarnated kangaroo rat here to scope out your planar society for our eventual rise to power. I'd appreciate it if you would keep it under your hats, though, eh?"


Female catfolk sorceror 11

Merle grins and nods at Swifts assesment of the others.

Feline

Spoiler:
So shall we introduce ourselves?

After Isaac's last statement Merle pauses and looks at him blankely for a few minutes. After all the time she's been here and the crazy and strange things she's seen she honestly isen't sure if he is being serious or not.


Female Tibbit Rogue 3

Swift gives a small laugh at Isaac's words and looks him over again, this time with a warmer expression and more approving eyes.

She pauses however at Merle's words, thinking deeply on it for a moment before looking over the others with a grin.

"I go by many names, but most call me Swift" She purrs softly. Leaving her introduction at just that.


Female catfolk sorceror 11

"I'm Merle and this is my partner Seph" She indicates the black fealine whilst speaking.


Male Cat

Seph raises one of his front paws and waves in greeting.


female Tiefling 12th level Duskblade

"Swift I don't think you're being very nice," Karrin says, a hint of emotion in her voice, "not all of us are here of our own free will. The cage is a scary and strange place and some of us cling to our past lives because we keep hope that one day we'll be able to return home. I'm sure it's only good natured teasing but not everyone understands your humor."

Karrin turns to the harpy noble, "I apologize for my companion your grace," Karrin says with an awkward curtsy, "but Swift is correct in a way, there's no place for the nobility in the sword for hire business. We need to trust everyone in this room with our lives and we can't have preferential treatment for some of our members and not for others, not when we're on the job anyways. You'll need to pull your weight your grace like everyone else. I think respect is earned. If you can accept these facts about the mercenary game then you'll never have any problems from me."

Karrin turns to the group eying all the strange new faces:

"That goes for everyone in this room," Karrin, "except maybe Renkar. He's our employer and he knows this business backwards and forwards. If anyone deserves our respect it's him . . . hmmmm, that didn't come out right, what I mean to say is we should all hopefully earn respect but Renkar . . . we all need to prove ourselves to each other but I'd hope that Renkar has already earned that respect by simple virtue of experience and his position as our employer."


Female Tibbit Rogue 3

Swift shrugs slightly "I suppose I just see things differently. The cage is a scary place so rather than cling to stability I enjoy things as they come, each day could be your last so live it" She replies with a smile "My comments aren't there to be 'not nice', just me speaking my mind and being friendly. I like the name Bessie.. if not Bessie can I call you Bethy?"

She asks looking to Lady Bethany once more with a small grin "I like short names, they work well until I can find a fitting deedname.. it's just the way I was raised"

With another shrug the stretches lazily looking over everyone in the room again.


female elan Psion (Kineticist) 10

Nari continues to watch the proceedings silently. All of these people seemed so confident and sure of themselves. She wasn't sure she could ever act like that. What was she even doing here? She didn't fit into this world in the slightest. Her gaze drifted dejectedly to her feet. Her psicrystal began to insistently pull at her hair, run up and down her arm, and otherwise make a pest of itself trying to get her attention.

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