Notorious Flynn Ryder |
Now that my friend is a useful skill. If you could uh . . ."
Flynn makes brushing motions about his body.
"Please clean me off too please. I can barely stand myself, getting in and out has to be the worse part. If all you could do was hold a torch and perform that cleaning function you could have a contract."
Flynn makes a friendly dismissive gesture towards Celest.
"And no need for further magical demonstrations or knife fights in the alley for Celest's amusement. She is quite the pot stirer."
He leans in close and whispers.
"I am sure you can see, she's more than just a little cray-cray, dangerous, but look at what she wears when out adventuring. I know you're an elf, but that ass still has to do something for you right!?"
Flynn leans back and takes a sip of wine, then makes a mock pained look.
"I am mildly offended though, you would refer to your rapier as a simple sword. That's like a surgeon comparing his scalpel to a butter knife. A precision weapon and a gentleman's tool. Much more presentable a social gatherings too I would argue."
Cheshire Silvanshee |
"The name is Flynn. Flynn Ryder. At least one of you know who I am. . . But uh, Master is a title for an underaged gent."
Confused pointing toward Val Cheshire asks, "She called you master Flynn and were looking for master Khonnir. So this Khonnir is a kid?"
"Lily here is most certainly a woman friend. She's a tall, athletic, toned, one with beautiful dark hair that flows over her shoulders when she lets it down and she likes to drink, party and let loose every once in a while."
Cheshire shrugs, "That would have been my guess but then she objected to being called your woman . . . oh wait my bad. Sorry." He glances at Lilly offering a contrite gesture.
Flynn motions to Celest.
"This beauty right here. She talks to bugs like they can understand her and she also plays with knives. Given her natural talents and proclivities crossreferenced with my Crazy Hot Matrix Scale, I would have thought her name was Tiffany, but instead it is Celest. Trust me buddy, you don't want to cross this one, but she has a great sense of humor . . . "
Cheshire looks toward Celest while Flynn offers the introduction, "She's hysterical . . . might be tiny verimin in the poop soup she has been basting in. Gets in your head they say. Drives you bonkers."
"This is our scientist, pharmaceutical tech, alchemist and mad bomb thrower, whom we simply call "The Doc".
Cheshire nods his head in quite greeting to the Doc. Maybe I should talk less everyone I have chatted with seems offended. Not sure how in a room with a crazy woman rolling on the floor covered in sewage I am the wierd one. Fracking 2 legs.
"That is who we are. As for the ad you responded to, we are the only expedition in the last seven to go both into and out of the dungeon under the flame. We've come out three times in fact. Got some good loot...
Cheshire looks a little stunned. "Let me get this straight. 3 times you have set out to find Khonnir who hopefully get the Torch relit and all you have to comfort the folks of this town is you got some good loot." Left incredulous Cheshire facepalms. He lifts his head and looks about to speak several times but mentally interrupts himself looking for the right words.
Cheshire begins again carefully, "Skills I am a smith and an engineer. More to your need like the elf claims I am handy in fight and I bring a tiger along. He protects me and anyone he thinks are my friends," he glances over to Celest and Variel, "good luck with that." He continues to answer the question of his skills, "I have worked skymetal and hope to learn more about this tech . . . Magic. . . stuff. I lost people I love to the Technic League I don't want to know what they will do to this town if their tribute can't be met. No Torch," he makes a hand gesture with his fingers pointing up wiggling like a flame, "no tribute. No Tribute, no Torch," he gestures to the surroundings.
As an afterthought he points with his thumb to Variel, Fuzzles and himself. "Your welcome to make us jump through hoops with daggers but you have been chased from the tunnels 3 times and right now we are the only ones who aren't covered in s~&*e."
He looks on amused as Variel cleans them up with his spell.
Celest Slysword |
if successful:
Thrown bottle (improvised weapon): 1d20 + 4 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 - 4 = 7 Damage (probably): 1d3 ⇒ 2
Celest Slysword |
"Let me get this straight. 3 times you have set out to find Khonnir who hopefully get the Torch relit and all you have to comfort the folks of this town is you got some good loot."
"Damn straight." Celest says fiddling with the costume jewelry on her wrist.
"Your welcome to make us jump through hoops with daggers but you have been chased from the tunnels 3 times and right now we are the only ones who aren't covered in s@#@e."
"Wait for it."
Doctor Rhaym |
Scowling, Rhaym barked "STOP THAT!" and glared at both Flynn and Celest.
He jabbed a finger at Flynn.
"YOU! Stop threatening our potential recruits like a frat boy initiation!."
He jabbed a finger at Celest.
"And YOU! Stop throwing perfectly good bottles about at your teammates and guests!
"If you feel so energetic after what we've been through you can take a couple of laps around the Torch!"
Turning to Cheshire and Variel he bowed.
"I apologize for my team's unfortunate behavior. In their defense, we've had something of a stressful time of it.
"I am Doctor Rhaym, and I sent out those recruitment pamphlets."
He looked around the tavern.
"I had hoped for more people. Ah well."
He turned back to you.
"Allow me to sum up. We are an expedition searching for Councillor Khonnir Baine, who went missing when HE went on an expedition under the hills searching for the cause of the Torch suddenly snuffing out.
"If we recover him dead, we return the body to the council where they have arranged for a Ressurection. We will then split a purse of 6000 crowns, so that is roughly a thousand crowns for each of us.
"If we recover him alive, we get the purse, plus the value of the Ressurrection spell itself; so possibly a great deal more money to us.
"We started out with eight members, but attrition has whittled us down. We have seen evidence that other expeditions went down as well, two at least completely wiped out, others potentially dangerous rivals. And of course, the hazards of the caverns.
"Strangely, we found a wall of what could very well be Numerian Steel, pierced by a circular doorway. It was astonishing!"
He shook his head and looked down at his mud covered clothing.
"But let me clean up first.
"Val! It seems to be time for the evening meal. Could you whip up something for us and our guests?" He called out.
Cheshire Silvanshee |
Ninja'd by the Doc's edit but I fixed.
Scowling, Rhaym barked "STOP THAT!" and glared at both Flynn and Celest.
He jabbed a finger at Flynn.
"YOU! Stop threatening our potential recruits like a frat boy initiation!."
He jabbed a finger at Celest.
"And YOU! Stop throwing perfectly good bottles about at your teammates and guests!
"If you feel so energetic after what we've been through you can take a couple of laps around the Torch!"
Cheshire hops three times each time facing a different direction ascertaining the danger. When he realizes the source he puts a hand on Fuzzles' shoulder to end the tiger's low rumble of a growl. "Its okay Fuzzles, you remember Crazy Pete, poor tiger limped around in circles and would only eat rocks. He had the poop worms too. I think she is suffering . . ."
Cheshire snickers in Celest's direction as Doc scolds them. He graciously holds up a hand, "No worries. Not the first thing thrown at me. I guess this time I am not completely to blame."
Turning to Cheshire and Variel he bowed.
"I apologize for my team's unfortunate behavior. In their defense, we've had something of a stressful time of it.
"I am Doctor Rhaym, and I sent out those recruitment pamphlets."
He looked around the tavern.
"I had hoped for more people. Ah well."
He turns to Doc, "So you organize things for Mas. . .this Flynn guy who objects to being called master apparently even though his serving girl insists on it." He addresses the room, "You peeps are even more confusing than most. Usually I assume its me, raised by tigers and all."
He turned back to you.
"Allow me to sum up. We are an expedition searching for Councillor Khonnir Baine, who went missing when HE went on an expedition under the hills searching for the cause of the Torch suddenly snuffing out.
"If we recover him dead, we return the body to the council where they have arranged for a Resurrection. We will then split a purse of 6000 crowns, so that is roughly a thousand crowns for each of us.
"If we recover him alive, we get the purse, plus the value of the Resurrection spell itself; so possibly a great deal more money to us.
"We started out with eight members, but attrition has whittled us down. We have seen evidence that other expeditions went down as well, two at least completely wiped out, others potentially dangerous rivals. And of course, the hazards of the caverns.
"Strangely, we found a wall of what could very well be Numerian Steel, pierced by a circular doorway. It was astonishing!"
He shook his head and looked down at his mud covered clothing.
"But let me clean up first.
"Val! It seems to be time for the evening meal. Could you whip up something for us and our guests?" He called out.
"Sounds like after you have healed and rested. The search for this Khonnir kid needs to continue. Is there anything that can be done to help while you rest?"
Notorious Flynn Ryder |
Flynn wrinkles his nose a bit, but the Doc's speech doesn't dampen his current good spirits.
"I'm not threatening anyone Doc, just chatting with the new members. The only initiation they need to worry about is down in the tunnels."
"Thanks for getting those leaflets printed up by the way."
Variel Nightstorm |
Variel tsks at the waste of a good wine. Perhaps it was a poor vintage. Hopefully that was the case. Casting prestidigitation again he calmly cleans up the mess as he returns to the conversation before him. Most of what was said to and from the gnome he discounted as drivel. It was verbal sparring and nothing constructive could come of it. It seemed that Lilly, Flynn, and the Doc had information that was pertinant. Before elaborating further Variel calmly cleans Flynn and the Doc up as orders are made for supper. Lamb would be succulant if you please miss Val.
Towards Lilly after havig cleaned her up Variel rises and takes her hand placing a small kiss upon in, I will be most pleased to accompany you on your exploits. After all it is only the gentlemanly thing to do when one finds 2 women in need of aid. My sword is at yours and miss Celest's service.
Flynn leans back and takes a sip of wine, then makes a mock pained look.
"I am mildly offended though, you would refer to your rapier as a simple sword. That's like a surgeon comparing his scalpel to a butter knife. A precision weapon and a gentleman's tool. Much more presentable a social gatherings too I would argue."
Chuckling at Flynn's remark Variel waves a hand in dismissal. Not yet Master Flynn but I hope to ascertain to that level of perfection some day. I have been trained well with a blade but there is much that I still need to practice even if the teachings have been imparted to me. Only by such practive can I hope to achieve what my Master started with me. I'd agree though that a rapier is a gentleman's weapon of choice. Slipping a little in decorum Variel adds, So tell me, where is the gentleman that owned that sword of yours?
Turning to Cheshire and Variel he bowed.
"I apologize for my team's unfortunate behavior. In their defense, we've had something of a stressful time of it.
"I am Doctor Rhaym, and I sent out those recruitment pamphlets."
He looked around the tavern.
"I had hoped for more people. Ah well."
He turned back to you.
"Allow me to sum up. We are an expedition searching for Councillor Khonnir Baine, who went missing when HE went on an expedition under the hills searching for the cause of the Torch suddenly snuffing out.
"If we recover him dead, we return the body to the council where they have arranged for a Ressurection. We will then split a purse of 6000 crowns, so that is roughly a thousand crowns for each of us.
"If we recover him alive, we get the purse, plus the value of the Ressurrection spell itself; so possibly a great deal more money to us.
"We started out with eight members, but attrition has whittled us down. We have seen evidence that other expeditions went down as well, two at least completely wiped out, others potentially dangerous rivals. And of course, the hazards of the caverns.
1000 crowns plus a possible bonus. That sum seems to fit nicely. Now I do not have much in the way of knowledge of this area or any particulars that we may run across but I will aid the group to the best of my abilities. I am not a tracker nor good with mechanisms such as this door you speak of. However if somene leads the way I will gladly follow. If Mster Flynn des nt wish that honor then I will do so to prevent any harm coming to the ladies.
Looking at Celest and Lilly, No offense intended to either of you by that comment. I trust that you are our equal quite easily and may be Flynn's superior. I just wish to spare you any pain or suffering if at all possible.
perception 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Seeing Celest grab a new bottle Variel arches an eye towards her and inquires quietly with eyes twinkling. Would you like that chilled before you go? I find it goes down easier and if thrown makes a more solid thumping sound.
Notorious Flynn Ryder |
"Oh don't mind her she just takes stuff, but she leaves your personal stuff alone."
"The answer to your other question though is The Dog's Leg. So Variel, from what elven court do you hail from?"
Cheshire Silvanshee |
Cheshire lifts a finger when Variel orders the lamb. "That sounds good. Something raw for Fuzzles." He smiles.
When Flynn starts the small talk Cheshire makes his way to Doc. "Tell me of your mission so far I understand you have gone in several times . . . what have you found? Do you have a clue as to where the councilor might be."
Doctor Rhaym |
Doctor Rhaym thanks Variel for his cleaning cantrip, but nevertheless goes out to his room and changes his clothing to something more comfortable.
Dressed now in a smoking jacket and smoking a pipeful of some southern aromatic, he returned to the tavern looking considerably more relaxed.
Ordering the tavern dinner, he also procures a bottle of a good, but unspectacular wine.
what have you found? Do you have a clue as to where the councilor might be?
Doctor Rhaym proceeded to tell the tale of their descent into the flooded chamber, the exploration of the caverns, the bodies they found, the monsters fought, the strange looking ruined devices, the contact with the Skulks and the deal they made to eliminate the jinkin gremlins.
Lastly, he described the wall of Numerian steel and the portal they discovered they could open."I have no idea what it could be for. Could the Dwarven folk have built such a thing? I have no idea; but the design suggests otherwise.
"Nevertheless, the trail leads through there.
"Oh." He said, pulling out something in an envelope from an inner pocket.
"The Skulks gave us something that they claimed was valuable, but I cannot figure out what it could be for."
He poured out 49 silverdisks and five strange cards made of a flexible, smooth material. These five cards each bear a brown stripe.
"Do any of you know what it could be?" He asked, puffing away on his pipe.
Cheshire Silvanshee |
Cheshire examined one of the cards. First looking and pinching it at various angles, then biting it as if testing for a wooden copper. "I have salvaged some sky metals and run into a few things but this is odd."
Knowledge Engineering: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12
Notorious Flynn Ryder |
"You know, looking at you one would think you were a wildling, especially with that tiger and your get up and all. Where did you get all the engineering and materials training? You are one interesting little dude." Flynn asks in a jovial tone while picking at his lamb shank with a fork.
Cheshire Silvanshee |
Cheshire smiles broadly and looks at Flynn. "Well I lived for almost 20 years with my birth family." He adds by way of explanation, "The gnomes." He spears a piece of lamb and continues chewing and speaking. "20 years for a gnome is much like 10 years for humans you know. My people, among gnomes we are called a gear clan. A clan that dedicates itself to one project or feat of engineering. Over centuries one generation teaches another each member of the clan is like a gear. Continuing the energy which was set in motion when the project began."
"My clan game to Numerian long ago. To finance our project they began to do other business they came to study the strange technology found only here perhaps to incorporate into our clan's great machine. Being skilled engineers and smiths they prospered. I was taught to smith and create many things by my family. Before . . ." He swallows sadly, "Before the Technic League I don't know the ins and outs of why but we had something then wanted or learned something and my family was killed. My mother hid me among some rocks during the fighting insisting I stay hidden. When I came out of the nook my clan was dead, they had been culled. I passed out." He looks around like he is returning from a far off place of thought and a little embarrassed.
He continues figuring not really much left to hold back."Sorry . . . then tigers found me. They took care of me. Strange I know. For a long time I lived in shock I think but eventually I began to salvage and gather things."
Variel Nightstorm |
"Oh don't mind her she just takes stuff, but she leaves your personal stuff alone.""The answer to your other question though is The Dog's Leg. So Variel, from what elven court do you hail from?"
The Dog's Leg, Flynn? Sounds like there is a bit of a story there for another time. As to your question of the elven court the simple answer is none, or at least none that I know of. I was raised in an orphanage till a time where I was able to find my way in life. I was lucky to find a master who was willing to train me and get me off the street. Master Corrin taught me all I know and raised me practically like a father to a son. I learned the way of the blade but more importantly how to carry myself with dignity. When he passed on is when I set off by myself.
Looking out the window Variel's voice fades out a moment before returning quietly after placing a hand over his chest, Part of the reason I am here is to find my ancestry and who my family was. I have some clues but the latest of which was an oracle had a vision of a torch going out. I thought nothing of it at the time. It wasn't until later that I was pouring over some maps that I saw the name of this town and came to investigate. As he talked Variel hand on his chest can be sen gripping something under his shirt.
Variel Nightstorm |
Doctor Rhaym proceeded to tell the tale of their descent into the flooded chamber, the exploration of the caverns, the bodies they found, the monsters fought, the strange looking ruined devices, the contact with the Skulks and the deal they made to eliminate the jinkin gremlins.
Lastly, he described the wall of Numerian steel and the portal they discovered they could open.
"I have no idea what it could be for. Could the Dwarven folk have built such a thing? I have no idea; but the design suggests otherwise.
"Nevertheless, the trail leads through there.
"Oh." He said, pulling out something in an envelope from an inner pocket.
"The Skulks gave us something that they claimed was valuable, but I cannot figure out what it could be for."
He poured out 49 silverdisks and five strange cards made of a flexible, smooth material. These five cards each bear a brown stripe.
"Do any of you know what it could be?" He asked, puffing away on his pipe.
Looking at the silver disks and the strange material Variel is at a loss as to what they could be. Perhaps the silver disks could be melted down for the silver at least. Beyond that though they are beyond my experience. Is there anyone local that might know of such things? If not then I think that we will find more information once we go back into the caves.
Variel looks at Cheshire a bit after his story and places a hand on the gnomes shoulder. I can understand being lost in the world. Perhaps we are not so different after all.
Lilly Peregrine |
Giving Cheshire a flat stare, she arches a dark brow, "Of course I am a woman. I am just not Flynn's woman...I believe he already has a bedfellow were I interested." She turns her attention briefly to Flynn. "Which I am not, good sir. Though you have turned into a rather stalwart companion."
At Variel's mystical words she startles briefly as the disgusting mess soiling her clothes is magically whisked away. She sighs and then offers a smile as he offers her hand a kiss, her brown eyes warm, "A true gentleman. I am glad such a courtly fellow has offered to join us. You and the other one should balance each other out, I would think."
As the bottle is smashed against the wall, she rolls her eyes, not really caring who did it...strongly suspecting it is either Flynn or Celest.
She turns back to Variel, "Perhaps Khonnir would know best...but his whereabouts are unknown. With how long he has been beneath the hill, he's likely dead."
DM-Camris |
On your bed is a note in fancy stationary.
Milady Celest;
Our illustrious tavern and card room has been grey and empty since the light of your existence left us. We are eager to feel the light of your presence again; and to tempt you, I have included a certificate for 100 gp worth of gambling and entertainment.
Yours truly, Garmen Ulreth.
DM-Camris |
You hit a run of good luck and gain 1d100+100 gp in winnings. This seems even better as you are served free drinks all night.
The owner Garmen Ulreth, he of the dangerous good looks and white teeth, makes a pass at you (you may accept or decline) to spend the night with him.
The croupiers were definitely deliberately losing to you.
Before retiring for the evening, Doctor Rhaym heals everyone 8 points.
Notorious Flynn Ryder |
Flynn shoots Lily a pained look.
"Whoa! Hey! I never said you were my woman Lily, just that you were a fine specimen of . . . Well it doesn't matter---Hey, have you been spying on me?! Why are you so interested in my bedfellows? And that is not true cause I know what you are implying."
Flynn nods at Variel with a knowing look in his eye.
"You are one lucky man Variel, though I suppose elf kids don't stick around long in orphanages. Wizards and what not always lookin for apprentices and all."
He gestures to the all the discs (Autocorrect changed it to Dicks, that would have been hilarious had I not caught it.) laid out on the table.
"These are obviously some kind of techie stuff. Remember all the guts of that automaton thing? It's gotta be something like that or the purple haired gal wouldn't have been so hot to find them. Maybe it is automaton food or something? You know like chips."
Doctor Rhaym |
Doctor Rhaym took a sip of a nice Andoran Rose', and peered closely at one of the Silverdiscs.
"Yes, they have some kind of relationship to the strange devices the Technic League is so fond of. The jeweler I took this to said that some Dwarven forgemasters performed experiments on them. The results were the discovery that they certainly are not made of silver, but rather some multilayered alloy sandwich of great complexity."
He set it down and pushed it across to you.
"If you look closely, about 20 of them have a bright silvery shimmer to them; they are valued at about 100 crowns each. The rest are a more dull metal, and are valued at about 10 crowns each.
"I was surprised when he told me that silverdiscs have been known for hundreds of years in Numeria, and have even been used as an informal currency between financial institutions." He said pedantically.
He leaned back in his chair.
"If we could find more of them, they could very well pay for our expedition by themselves alone." He speculated.
Variel Nightstorm |
At Variel's mystical words she startles briefly as the disgusting mess soiling her clothes is magically whisked away. She sighs and then offers a smile as he offers her hand a kiss, her brown eyes warm, "A true gentleman. I am glad such a courtly fellow has offered to join us. You and the other one should balance each other out, I would think."
As the bottle is smashed against the wall, she rolls her eyes, not really caring who did it...strongly suspecting it is either Flynn or Celest.
She turns back to Variel, "Perhaps Khonnir would know best...but his whereabouts are unknown. With how long he has been beneath the hill, he's likely dead."
Variel glances out of the corner of his eye towards Cheshire at Lilly's comments. It would seem that we, indicating the gnome, are on opposites sides of the same coin. Yet beneath that exterior there may be more of a distinguished gentlegnome than we realize. Conversely, Variel's eyes twinkle just a bit mischieviously as he lowers his voice to Lilly, not all gentlemen are as courtly as they seem. Returning to his normal voice Variel continues on Yet why not use manners and civilility while we can? It shows respect to each other and may give the element of surprise later when you do something unexpected.
On the topic of Master Khonnir, Then I hope that tomorrow morning we can set out early and make haste to find him. I hope he is a resourceful and hale man that can survive the rigors underground.
Variel Nightstorm |
Tell me Doctor Rhaym, if your opinion should we save the discs in case they have a purpose or sell them to further the rescue mission?
Celest Slysword |
Celest Slysword |
"Morning boys, (even though she's the last one down) kids indicating Val and Cheshire and--they ever figure out if you're a woman or not? looking at Lil quizzically" She spins a chair around and sits beaming over the back.
Sleight of Hand: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16
"Do we have an agenda today?" She asks, munching on someone's toast.
Notorious Flynn Ryder |
"It sounds like there is a use for these we don't know. If the shined ones are worth ten times the dull ones they must be useful for something. I say we hang onto them. You carry them Doc, whip up some potions, get our engineer here to figure out what they are for and we get Lily a Cold iron weapon and we go back in."
Cheshire Silvanshee |
Variel looks at Cheshire a bit after his story and places a hand on the gnomes shoulder. I can understand being lost in the world. Perhaps we are not so different after all.
Surprised at the response Variel shows Cheshire returns to eating not wanting to ruin the moment.
He listens as Doc speaks of the Silver Disks curious. He handles one and notes the layers.
"It sounds like there is a use for these we don't know. If the shined ones are worth ten times the dull ones they must be useful for something. I say we hang onto them. You carry them Doc, whip up some potions, get our engineer here to figure out what they are for and we get Lily a Cold iron weapon and we go back in."
Cheshire nods along. "If we are to fight more of these things it might help to all have the cold iron weapons. I can hold my own but if the cold iron is helpful it would be good for us all.
Cheshire enjoys the rest of the meal chit chatting with the others. When people start turning in Cheshire inquires from Val or tavern staff where he and Fuzzles can stay and offers the appropriate funds. He makes his way to his room and turns in.
It looks like from Celest's post is the following morning. If I am understanding right?
Cheshire joins the others for breakfast, "Good morning all." He enjoys whatever breakfast is recommended.
"Morning boys, (even though she's the last one down) kids indicating Val and Cheshire and--they ever figure out if you're a woman or not? looking at Lil quizzically" She spins a chair around and sits beaming over the back.
Cheshire looks at Celest concerned. "You seem . . . better this morning. Lilly, yes, she cleared up the issue. She is a woman she simply wanted it clear that she does not serve Flynn. Which I still don't understand. I was led to believe he was in charge."
Doctor Rhaym |
Still watching his collection of glassware and colored liquids percolate away, Doctor Rhaym ate his breakfast absently.
I was led to believe he was in charge.
"Well," He said, turning to Cheshire, "We never did settle on a team leader. There was so much argument, we just kind of... charged on in as a disorganized riot." He said with some embarrassment.
Notorious Flynn Ryder |
"Heh heh, Lily was making it clear that we aren't going steady. I was on a contract, but some of my fellows bowed out. I went in and then the rest of my team here arrived---they almost killed me! Can you believe that!? Anyway, we all have different temperaments, talents and convictions. We get along okay. We haven't lost a party member yet!"
"Hummmm, well one that we cared about that is."
"We need more beef and martial ability. So far Lily has had to be our out front fighter, but that hampers her magical abilities. I'm a fair skirmisher myself, but it distracts me from trying to get us into the locked places and keeping us out of the perils of the dungeon down there. I am not really sure what exactly Celest's specialty is . . . Well actually I do, busy looking sexy as hell no matter what she's doing. She's taken a few for the team and has contacts here in town."
"You guys are gonna work out great. Doc needs some help figuring out all the thinking stuff Chesire and your tiger makes you a two for one threat. Variel with rapier and magic, heck! My team is going to to rounded out quite nicely."
"Don't you think so too Val?"
"Yeah, this is gonna be great. Welcome to the team guys!"
"Oh, and we divide loot evenly, er, the tiger doesn't count as a shareholder though."
Cheshire Silvanshee |
"Heh heh, Lily was making it clear that we aren't going steady. I was on a contract, but some of my fellows bowed out. I went in and then the rest of my team here arrived---they almost killed me! Can you believe that!? Anyway, we all have different temperaments, talents and convictions. We get along okay. We haven't lost a party member yet!"
"Hummmm, well one that we cared about that is."
Cheshire looks surprised at Flynn's casual nature toward past companions, a bit of his morning coffee dribbles down his chin but he avoided a spit take. He reaches for a scarf around his neck that has wiped up worse.
"We need more beef and martial ability. So far Lily has had to be our out front fighter, but that hampers her magical abilities. I'm a fair skirmisher myself, but it distracts me from trying to get us into the locked places and keeping us out of the perils of the dungeon down there. I am not really sure what exactly Celest's specialty is . . . Well actually I do, busy looking sexy as hell no matter what she's doing. She's taken a few for the team and has contacts here in town."
Cheshire nods "I have had to face off against some in my day. I was half raised by Tigers and lived. . . .you ever have to fight of 7 tigers when 'ma' brings home a half dead boar."
"Oh, and we divide loot evenly, er, the tiger doesn't count as a shareholder though."
Cheshire leans back in his chair, "Humph" He looks down at Fuzzles, "Typical I know." Cheshire points at Flynn intently, "If he kills more than you . . . you keep him in raw meat."
Variel Nightstorm |
With room and board provided Variel takes advantage of the situation. He partakes of fruits for breakfast as to not fill his stomach with heavy food. As Flynn goes on about the assets of the group Variel shakes his head at his description of Celeste while maintaining some dignity. Really Flynn you should be more kind and not so direct in your observations.it is no wonder why bottles of wine are thrown at you or Cheshire. If you tone it down you might be surprised by the reaction.
Finishing the meal and having prepared already for the day Variel looks to Doctor Rhaym. As you posted the flyers for the help I would assume you are the lead of the group. I am ready to go if the others are. As for payment that sounds acceptable but I do agree with Cheshire. If Fizzle does his job better than Flynn then Flynn owes Fizzles a rack of meat.
As Flynn is more delicate than Fizzles I would suggest that each door and trap bypassed without harm counts as a point in Flynn's favor though.
seeing Celest come in Variel stands and offers her his seat only to see her take an empty one instead. Good morning. The good mister Flynn was just explaining the rules of engagement as it were and what was expected to experience as we go searching today. W were also discussing payment and the value of Flynn versus Fizzles and how to see who is more equitable in the group.
Cheshire Silvanshee |
With room and board provided Variel takes advantage of the situation. He partakes of fruits for breakfast as to not fill his stomach with heavy food. As Flynn goes on about the assets of the group Variel shakes his head at his description of Celeste while maintaining some dignity. Really Flynn you should be more kind and not so direct in your observations.it is no wonder why bottles of wine are thrown at you or Cheshire. If you tone it down you might be surprised by the reaction.
Cheshire listens and is surprised that he is mentioned at all, shocked he asks, "Me? What did I say?"
Finishing the meal and having prepared already for the day Variel looks to Doctor Rhaym. As you posted the flyers for the help I would assume you are the lead of the group. I am ready to go if the others are. As for payment that sounds acceptable but I do agree with Cheshire. If Fizzle does his job better than Flynn then Flynn owes Fizzles a rack of meat.
Cheshire nods approvinly.
As Flynn is more delicate than Fizzles I would suggest that each door and trap bypassed without harm counts as a point in Flynn's favor though.
Cheshire leans over to Variel, "His name is Fuzzles. . . What kinda name is Fizzles."
Variel Nightstorm |
Fizzles is an autocorrect of Fuzzles on my IPad. Sorry about that.
Oh I am sorry I must have heard you wrong. Fuzzles is much more appropriate of a name for a tiger.
Bluff 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (17) - 1 = 16 Variel is blowing smoke trying to recover from his faux pas.
Cheshire Silvanshee |
Ahhh auto correct. I figured that you hit "i" rather than "u" LOL. No worries it was funny.
Cheshire nods reassuringly to Variel.
Lilly Peregrine |
Lilly nods at Flynn's latest words. "Though we have been unsuccessful at finding the missing councilman, we have been down and back again twice, which is more than any other party delving beneath could say. And it is true that I would benefit from a bit of preparation at the beginning of a melee instead of having to charge right in. You both, well, all three of you will be a valued addition to the team."
She smiles a bit, willing to let Flynn assert leadership for the moment. It didn't hurt anything, and no matter his personal quirks he did make fairly good team decisions.
Notorious Flynn Ryder |
"That's the great thing about Celest and Lily, they're straight shooters. Besides, don't think Lily didn't catch on to your ribaldry last night. She's a sharp gal. Nothing wrong with letting a woman know when she's lookin good, especially when they go through all the trouble of getting cleaned and gussied up."
"I am starting to think you are trying to undermine my position a bit Variel."
Flynn references between Lily and the elf.
"Oh, I see. A little competition thing going on."
"And that bottle wasn't aimed at me friend. Celesta was trying to get ride of you guys."
Flynn leans in close.
"She has a bit of dwarven blood in her. Hard to get a third less of the loot."
Flynn leans back.
"The way I see it though, with you boys on my team, the further in we can get and the more we can pull out, which means more loot to divide up."
"Now I'm good with a little man to man tension, but I expect loyalty to the group. We don't abandon our team mates down there, that includes the tiger. Having said that, I don't ask you to feed my horse, don't ask me to feed your cat."
Celest Slysword |
Cheshire leans over to Variel, "His name is Fuzzles. . . What kinda name is Fizzles."
Celest bursts out laughing again.
Doctor Rhaym |
Rhaym is finally done percolating his alchemical fluids. He quickly pours out various liquids into potion bottles and test tubes.
He puts most of them into his doctors bag, then he takes a tray and starts passing out two bottles to each teammate (except the tiger).
"Here is one potion of Cure Light Wounds, and one Alchemist's Fire grenade." He said, repacking his Portable Alchemist's Lab.
"Alright then, I am ready.
"I'm not sure who, but I believe someone wanted to purchase a cold iron weapon?" He asked, looking around.
Cheshire Silvanshee |
Cheshire Silvanshee wrote:Cheshire leans over to Variel, "His name is Fuzzles. . . What kinda name is Fizzles."Celest bursts out laughing again.
Cheshire looks at Celest concerned and a bit wary. The poor woman's hysteria is back. Hope she doesn't throw another bottle. He reaches across the table and scoots breakables from her reach.
He looks up when Doc mentions cold iron weapons. "It can't hurt. A cold iron sickle would be cheap if available. Though a dagger would be more common."
Cheshire Silvanshee |
Cheshire nods "True. I was simply speaking for what I might want to purchase and can afford made with cold iron. My ax works fine in most cases."
Variel Nightstorm |
Variel shakes his head no, Sadly I do not have the funds to procure a weapon of that caliber. I spent most of my money just getting her to Torch. If as Cheshire suggests and a dagger is available, I could see about selling some gear to obtain one. Otherwise I will just forgo the dagger and have to resort to other methods to accomplish the task.
Thank you good Doctor for the potion of healing. As for the fire grenade is there anything in particular as to how or when you want them used? I have not familiarized myself with these grenades.
"I am starting to think you are trying to undermine my position a bit Variel."
Variel looks only slightly offended at the notion. You perceive me wrong MAster Flynn. I am not out to undermine your position. Rather I aim to elevate the women with which you have surrounded yourself. As for the contest between you and Fuzzles, I simply made mention of the fact that your skill set is different than its. It would be wrong to judge you both on the same criteria. It would not be sporting nor fair to yourself.