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Swords in Sigil

Game Master Patrick Curtin

This is to be the PbP extension of Mass Monkeyshines.


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It was an impossible city, one spoken in whispers by greybeards in scriptoria and remote towers across the planes. It was a city reached not by land, sea or even air; but by magic alone. It sat at the very center of the multiverse, if such a geographical construct even had any true meaning. Few who heard of its wonders ever gazed upon its rain-soaked streets.

Despite these conundrums, the city was huge. The city collected peoples and cultures from everywhere, gathering them like a beach collects flotsam. It was a city of the defeated and the dispossesed, where even the most hunted and harrowed could find sanctuary. It housed neighborhoods that contained the last remnants of ancient cultures and peoples from places long destroyed or lost in the fastness of time.

It was also a city of power. An emperor of an entire world would count as naught when set against the majesty of the city's merchant princes. Secrets uncounted resided in the libraries maintained by its inhabitants. Wonders of metal and stone poured forth from its many workshops. A river of arms and armor issued from the gigantic brooding foundries that belched soot and fire into the darkened skies of the city every moment of every day. Those who dreamed of fame and fortune often set their sights on its fog-filled boulevards.

The city was called Sigil. Some knew it as The Cage, some The Nexus, still others The Ring. It was ruled by The Lady of Pain, whose very shadow would cut those it touched to ribbons. Some said Sigil was the Lady, and She It. Most did not talk of the Lady long, for to attract her attention was a sure way to get penned in the dead book.

There are ten million stories told along the crooked alleyways of this impossible city. This is but one of them The story of The Mad Badger and The Crimson Masque.


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard

This city is ruled by a Lady?

Perform: Seduction1d20 + 17 ⇒ (12) + 17 = 29


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

The Mad Badger cracks his knuckles and gives some passerby a withering look

"Oi, Masque you done with humping the city? I want to see if I can find some good stuff in the trade bazzar then maybe roll a couple visitors. In case the stuff I want is too expensive then wash it all down with a beer or 8. Maybe then you can do your bard thing and get me a companion for the night."


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Crimson, if you could head to the discussion page when you have a moment to answer a few questions.

Misericord Lane was in an old section of Swordhold, unrenovated by Dabus for centuries. Razorvine grew rank on the crumbling stones of its ash-grey buildings, its glossy black leaves hiding wicked thorns the size of small daggers.

The two erstwhile protagonists have found lodging in a boarding house that looked as if at one time it had been a brothers. Faded soot-streaked murals of a salacious nature had been one of the things that attracted the Crimson Masque to the place. They had adjoining rooms on the third floor, and the rooms came with a breakfast and dinner if they so chose.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

The Mad Badger always hungry of course decides to indulge in the breakfast of the morning even if it is less than apitizing as he has a stomach of iron when it comes to those types of things. While eating over a spoonfuls of gruel he asks the masque about what they plan to do for the day.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Figuring the Crimson Masque won't be up for another hour or so he finishes his breakfast and leaves word he is going over to the guild hall for his morning training and that he will be back before the bard is awake but to send word when he wakes up and he'll meet up at what ever place he wants to go for breafast as the Masque has a taste for the finer things in life something the Mad Badger does not care too much about.


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The day is rainy, as most days in Sigil are. The Mad Badger travels to the Crossroads Travellers guildhall. It is a block away, an old converted warehouse build of crumbling soot-stained brick. Long rusted iron spikes jut out of the rooftop, like so many of the Cage's buildings

Tug isn't about, but Carlmec is in the training room, working a wooden dummy over in his smaller form. He stops when The Mad Badger enters, puts the rattan sword away and looks the orc over.

"Ah good, I was tired of whacking that wooden dummy. Time to whack a real one."

The spriggan lights a small cheroot.

"After my smoke break."

Cheliax

Male human / well sort of English and Scottish with a little French blend: though mostly a single malt with orcish traits Aristocrat 4th/ Barbarian-4th/Bard-4th /Monk/Grappler-12th/ Marketeer- 6th

"Ah old man, as cocky as ever. I may need to lay into you this day." He chuckles. He removes his weapons since they will be using wooden items this day. setting them aside, he picks up some practice weapons two scimitars thinking he will change it up this day and see if he can use his speed to his advanatage. He takes 5 to 10 minutes to stretch out and limber up. Allowing Carlmec time to finish his smoke.

"Alright lets get to it and see if you continue to be as good as your reputation says you are."

Here are a couple rolls to see how he fairs against his friend all non-lethal of course.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 141d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 131d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 161d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 111d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 81d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 131d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 191d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 191d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 71d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 291d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 221d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 91d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 81d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (13) + 11 = 241d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 221d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 101d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 81d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 261d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 101d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 161d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 101d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 291d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 221d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 121d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 121d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 241d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 231d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 91d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

After the work out he laughs humble in loss or victory. Then he asks how things have been here at the Crossroads.

Cheliax

Male human / well sort of English and Scottish with a little French blend: though mostly a single malt with orcish traits Aristocrat 4th/ Barbarian-4th/Bard-4th /Monk/Grappler-12th/ Marketeer- 6th

(OOC: Okay so when I look at this huge line of numbers it is overwhelming for me. Perhaps it would be easier to just have a d20 +6 his level in barbarian and see if he beats the old spriggan?)


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

The Mad Badger with his first set of attacks is perhaps a little over confident. Perhaps a his recent success against the clockwork zombies he is a little off his game against "tough" competition. 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

(OOC: I doubt he hit with any one these first attacks)

After hearing the criticism of the Sgt. and some additional jeers the Mad Badger grins. "I guess I needed some practice getting a little soft."


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fresh outta workand weekend bound, and I'm hoping to have at least a little time to update. Bear with

Carlnec laughs at the Mad Badgers slashes

"Stop leading me, boyo, yer gonna get you throat slit doing that!"

1d20 + 14 ⇒ (8) + 14 = 221d6 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 101d20 + 14 ⇒ (13) + 14 = 271d6 + 8 ⇒ (5) + 8 = 131d20 + 14 ⇒ (5) + 14 = 191d6 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 111d20 + 14 ⇒ (1) + 14 = 151d6 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 111d20 + 14 ⇒ (16) + 14 = 301d6 + 8 ⇒ (4) + 8 = 12


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

The Mad Badger takes the first hit with a grunt. Countering with another flurry of blows this time hoping they can get through his defenses.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (2) + 11 = 13

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

As the second wave hits him again staggers back a little (now down to 54 hp) (OOC: Does 19 hit?)

The third strike hits the mark, (bringing him to 43) Striking his solar plexes His next attacks seem to hit the mark finally on the spriggan. Bringing a smile to his face.
1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (2) + 7 = 9

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (2) + 6 = 8

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11
With the strikes he is able to perhaps knock the spriggan off balance and his strike misses.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

When the Mad Badger launches his next volley
his first strike hits.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (15) + 11 = 26

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (3) + 7 = 10

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (4) + 6 = 10

So Carlmec has taken either 28 damage or 47 depending on his AC.

When Carlmec next hit strikes true. (MB: 31 hp) He launches into a particularly effective set of strikes.

1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9

1d6 + 6 ⇒ (5) + 6 = 11

Damage: 60 or 79 non-lethal. "Ready to take a break or should we keep going?" he says with a toothy grin.


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The grizzled spriggan grins, displaying a mouth of disconcertingly sharp teeth. He puts his training weapon away and grabs one of the towels piled nearby. The Mad Badger can see that he is limping just very slightly from one of the blows he dealt him

"Nah, I'm hungry. Want to get some eggs at the Pixie's Delight?*

*

Spoiler:
The Pixie's Delight is a tavern nearby that Carlmec likes in the Faewild, a neighborhood nearby that is inhabited by various Fae mercenaries.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Smiling and perhaps happy that he called it off and not him when Carlmec turns to grab the towel the Mad Badger winces from the blows to the chest he took which he knows will cause bruising on the morrow.

"You know me always hungry. Pixie's Delight it is." he puts away the wooden swords and picks up his own weapons and also grabs a towel to wipe off the sweat from the exhurstion.

Placing a warm friendly hand on his shoulder. "Thanks for the work out. I think I was getting a little complacent there. Always good to have someone to keep you on your toes. I certainly know it will help keep me alive. I could use a couple rahses of bacon with some scambled eggs though and they put that fey spice in them there it is always good."

After strapping on his weapons harness he and Carlmec make there way to the Pixie's Delight as they walk. "So whats new at the guild? Any good new recruits I should help you break in or think about using in our next mission?"


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Carlmec grins, then lights another clove-smelling cheroot

"Pain is just a sign of weakness leaving your body."

Carlmec straps a well-worn scabbard and sword to his waist. He retains his small size. He normally stays small most times, using the slight form to surprise foes who do not know him. He reaches for his Cage Cloak, a heavy foul-weather cloak with hood meant to withstand Sigil's constant rains and clasps it about his shoulders.

"Let's boogie. Where's your partner in crime? Off boffing the scullery maids again?"

Carlmec snickers

"You better find a priest to travel with should he keep up that routine"

He and the Mad Badger exit onto the slick streets.

The weather isn't too bad. A spitting foggy rain that the Mad Badger has come to know as the normal state of things in the city. Despite the weather, the streets are filled with the morning bustle. Many mercenaries of every stripe walk around the pair, many giving the two a nod.

They enter Ash Row, the main thouroughfare of Swordhold, and head towards Doomguard Walk. As the name suggests, many of the Doomguard faction cluster here. It would be unwise to call them 'groups' as that implies organization, something these fanatics of entropy hate.

A side street leads to Mab Court and the Faewild. The buildings take on strange configurations, with many odd colors, standing out even in the thick fog. Trees actually line the streets, although they do not thrive.

The Pixie's Delight looms out of the fog, its wood sign displaying a diminutive girl scantily clad with clear crystal wings sitting on a toadstool. The door stands open and a spill of firelight illuminates the swirling sulphuric fog.

Inside the tables are thronged with mercenaries nursing hangovers with a scale of the dragon. The only difference between this scene and hundreds of others around Sigil was the patrons were mostly 5' and below. Hobs, fetches, pixies, gnomes and halflings rubbed shoulders with antrhopomorphic cats and badgers. All bear visible scars and well-honed cutlery.

Carlmec gets a few shouts as he makes his way towards a table. They sit and the server Fenisha saunters over.

Fenisha was some sort of dispossed dryad, and her hair, confused by Sigil's lack of seasons, had frozen into a flaming red configuration with green and silvery streaks in it.

"What'll it be gents?" She inquires


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Karvok nods to Carlmec knowing he knows what he wants. Waiting for him to order. He then gives a toothy smile.

"Ah Fenisha, what is the special today?" He waits to to hear her reply if it interests him he orders it if not. He goes with the usual scrambled eggs and a rasher of bacon and toast. Coffee black with a half pint of ale. "How is everything this morning my dear? Good to see you."

After the flirting and small talk he gets back to his conversation with Carlmec and sees if he has any news he should know. Perhaps a word or two about their own mission and what people are saying.


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Fenisha smiles at the Mad Badger and mildly flirts with him, before going to get his and Carlmec's order.

Carlmec idly chats with him while they wait, basically discussing jobs past and possibly future. Carlmec had head scuttlebutt that there were possibly some opportunities afoot to serve as muscle in some sort of skirmish or recovery mission on Avernus

"That's the hard core, Avernus is" Carlmec remarks casually

"You can die just runnaing across those red sands. Fireballs spontaneously explode, there are giant ants and ant lions. The Infernal Legions do their mustering there, and Tiamat and her legion of halfbreeds lair there."

He inhales fragrant smoke

"You think you and the Masque are up for it? I can put a good word in with Tug."

Fenisha returns with their food. Conversation halts as the spriggan scarfs up enough food to fill his larger form. At the next table, a trio of small bipedal otters argue in high-pitched chirrups


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

"I don't remember seeing red sands where is that at? We were some place with big iron trenches no sands. But I suppsoe the plane is massive. If anything it was a little cold there. Alot of static electricity. Saw one of the clockwork zombies get all sorts of messed up because of it."

Kravok thinks hard for a moment then responds seriously.

" I think we can do the job and it is alot of coin. We know where the vampire is at now. Granted he may move again and no doubt probably will. But i think with some additional gear we can make a good go of it. A couple of potions of invis and fly to get to the spot a couple healing potions to make certain if Crimson has a case of the old glass jaw again, I can get him up and moving. I think the job is doable. Though might not be a bad thing to have a healer close by only thing is I think Crimson has already spent his cash so he probably does not want another person to split the loot with know what I mean?"


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MB- this episode is a 'prequel' of you adventures in Acheron with the clockwork zombies. I am holding that separate so we can complete that the next time we meet at the store. Just act as if you haven't gone there yet


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

(OOC: My bad)

"I don't remeber any mention of red sands he said something about trenches and meeting goblins ...but I will keep aware of sand lions and the like thanks."

"Yeah I think we are up for it. Me and the Masque can handle it and it pays soem good coin to boot. The Masque got us 10K and another 10K if we can bring this vampire back alive. I figure we can stake him out and then bring his body back remove the stake and bingo live vampire."


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

"If you could put in a good word with Tug I would appreciate it. My friend. So anything else new I should know about town or in the guild? I may need a little work before we head out if we get this job."

"You know I should probably not leave the Masque for too long. You know what sort of trouble he always seems to find himself in these days. Always a new honey with him. Which for some reason means he has people not so happy about the honeys he finds. There is one in particular a priest who is not so happy that one of his vestial virgins is not a virgin anymore. Anyways I think I have had to sort out at least a half a dozen temple guards, I try not to kill the guys, one because they are only doing their job but two easier for me to intimidate them when they remember what I did to them the last time around."

He finishes his breakfast and pays for both of their meals. Then unless Carlmec has more intel makes his way back to the Crimson Masque to see that he is not getting himself into too much trouble. Perhaps along the way he might roll a tourist if the oppertunity presents itself.


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard

Meanwhile, back at the boardinghouse, The Crimson Masque is putting the finishing touches on his latest debauch.

"Oh, yeah! Right there, baby, that's the spot! Uh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhh. Well, thanks, baby, that was great but I gotta run now. Here, buy yourself something nice."


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue
The Crimson Masque wrote:

Meanwhile, back at the boardinghouse, The Crimson Masque is putting the finishing touches on his latest debauch.

"Oh, yeah! Right there, baby, that's the spot! Uh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhh. Well, thanks, baby, that was great but I gotta run now. Here, buy yourself something nice."

(OOC: Out of Character shouldn't she be paying him? After all isn't he the master seducer.)


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Strolling down the street just in time to see hot little number leaving the third floor.

Kravok takes a quick look around to make certian there are no pissed off jilted lover around.

Preception check 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14

If he see none he continues up to the room. "Finally decided to get up eh? I spoke with Carlmec he is going to put in a good word with Tug for us on that job. Should be worth some beaucoup cash. How are you doing you have your rent for the month? Or are you going to need to do our "LandLord's wife a few more favors?"


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard
The Mad Badger wrote:
The Crimson Masque wrote:

Meanwhile, back at the boardinghouse, The Crimson Masque is putting the finishing touches on his latest debauch.

"Oh, yeah! Right there, baby, that's the spot! Uh-uh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhh. Well, thanks, baby, that was great but I gotta run now. Here, buy yourself something nice."

(OOC: Out of Character shouldn't she be paying him? After all isn't he the master seducer.)

It's not a payment, it's a gift. I'm generous.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Fair enough a gift.

"Hopefully you did not give away enough inthe "gift" that you can't pay rent otherwise you are going to need to give that Landlord's wife some more of your own gift. "

"You ready to head out for the day? We need some cash my friend. The job in Avernus does not start for a little while so we have to come up with something to pay rent and the like. You have any ideas?"


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Clarissa springs from the Masque's messy bed, and stretches. The view is nice: Thick, but not fat, with curves in all the right spots

"Put yer coin back ye daft berk*. I ain't no post princess*."

The dark-haired wench begins to rustle about the heaps of soiled linens for her clothing

"I got to be at the Shaved Medusa by Peak*, and Peak is nigh. Have you seen me knickers?"

SLang:

Spoiler:
Berk: fool, idiot, newbie. Its use is all in the tone.

Post princess: Hooker, prostitute.

Peak: Sigil does not have a sun, it rather has light that waxes and wanes in a rhythym called Peak. Peak is also the name for the brightest hour in Sigil's day, analogous to noontime. The day is aplit into Peaktime and Antipeaktime. Antipeak is the darkest hour, analogous to midnight. Hours are usually named by their approach and distance from either of these two hours. Example: 10am would be 2 hours BP (Before Peak), 10 pm would be 2 hours BAP (Before Antipeak), 2pm would be 2 hours AP (afterpeak) 2am would be 2 hours AAP (after Antipeak). The system goes to six hours then switches to the other. Example: 5am is 6 hours AAP, 6am is 6 hours BP.

The Mad Badger sees Clarissa depart the boarding house, her clothes slightly wrinkled, and her cage cloak fastened hastily. She gives him a wave before disappearing into the fog

Carry on


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Kravok chuckles and gives her a friendly nod and a smile. Perhaps also now less concerned knowing since it was Clarissa he was with there is little chance anyone getting upset with him sleeping with her since they are known to have regular carnal knowledge of one another.

loosening up his tensed muscles he heads into the their spot and takes up with the Masque.

"Oi, Lad up and at em we have things to do this day. You ready to head out for the day? We need some cash my friend. The job in Avernus does not start for a little while so we have to come up with something to pay rent and the like. You have any ideas?"

"I have been on the look out for berks but none worth rolling. We may need to make it the old fashion way and earn it. Maybe we could see if Pogo needs muscle for a job. Can't think of anyone else who could use our services at thins time unless one of your little birds needs help?"


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard

Well, if it's coin we're after, I can always sing for our supper!

Casts summon instrument and plays a rippin' solo.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

I think we may need more than a few coppers. Especially after that party you threw in our rooms the other night. The Land Lord was none too happy about you encourging me to do some redecorating and making some the rooms larger and basically taking over the entire third floor.


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A few passers-by stop and glance at the Masque, but in typical city fashion they turn back and walk on.

He suddenly spots a red-haired girl that seems familliar. Alyda slouches out of the rainy fog, red spiky hair peeking from under her rain hood.

"You cutters looking for a job? I need backup in the Hive*, you interested? I can't pay top shelf, but you'd help me, wouldn't you Crimmy?"

Her eyes look at the Masque winsomely

*

Spoiler:
The Hive is the poorest, most dangerous ward of Sigil. Lives aren't worth a bent copper there.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Kravok goves a raised eyebrow to his friend knowing that Alyda usually means trouble yet also knowing coin in the pocket is coin in the pocket.
Also knowing their history Kravok knows he will more than likely need to ask the hard questions.

"So Cinnabun, what are we talking about for pay and what sorta job? I want to know some details before we agree. The Hive is not the first place I look to go on a regular basis, we ain't no berks here lovey."


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard

Oh, uh, hi, Alyda. Um, yeah, uh, sure, I mean, uh, yeah, we could probably help.

Perform Seduction 1d20 + 17 - 40 ⇒ (17) + 17 - 40 = -6


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

The Mad Badger places a meaty hand on his friend to make him shut up before he gets them into something before they know what it is.

"Whoa, hold a sec before we both agree to anything here some details little missy. Last time Crimmy took a job from you for us, we ended up fighting our way out of a nest of demons and the back up you said was going to come if everything blew up ... never showed up. It was also alot less coin than orginally hinted at or at least what Crimmy told me we were talking about. So lets talk money, then talk job.


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard

We'll do it.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Kravok squeezes his compatriots shoulder until he buckles a little under the pain.

"Wait a moment." Looking at Alyda with a stern look. "You may have Crimmy wrapped around your finger but I want to know what the skinny on this job before I accept."


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Alyda smiles wickedly

"oh it's just a palaver with some Xaositects *. I'm trying to stir something up, and I need a riot. You two aren't scared of a little jaunt into the Hive are you? I thought you were trig coves*"

*

Spoiler:
Xaositects : a faction dedicated to Pure chaos. They are mostly into chaos involving alcohol and beating up folks
Trig coves: smart/cunning dudes


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

"Wow that is entirely vague. I am not a berk and I have no interest in taking a cakewalk here. So perhaps you might want to tell me a little more about the mission and what Chaosmen we need to mess with. Is this a feeding the crow job or more delicate and please we are not interested nor good at playing the game so hopefully this is not too political? Also ... there is the little issue of the pay here."


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Alyda pouts

"You are too suspicious Ser Badger! It is just what I said, I have to talk to a certain Xaositect. Now, they don't have leaders, as such, but this blood* has juice amongst his faction brethren. P'raps you've heard of him, Quake Lavender?"

Roll me a know ( local ) if you've got the skill

*

Spoiler:
blood: a tough guy, one who is well-marked, someone who can walk the walk


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

(OOC: Nope no knowledge local)

He looks to Crimson to see if he has heard of the guy.

"So you wants to "talk" to this Quake Lavender not feed him to the crows. Okay and what do you need us for if you want to talk to him? "


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard

Lore Master allows me to take 10 which gives me a 19

Oh, yeah, that guy. He...

or, if 19 isn't enough,

Who's that?

Either way, I end with

You look, uh, very pretty today, Alyda.


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

Badger gives a chuckle at the comment and shakes his head wondering how a guy normally so smooth with the ladies gets all tongue tied around this one.

"Hey focus on the task at hand maybe if we do this job for her she will let you have a roll in the hay as payment. Me I want some coin."

Mostly he says that not because she is not beautiful and all but because he knows Crimson is smitten with Alyda and does not want to hone in on his territory as it were. Loyal to the bone Kravok is just takes alot for him to trust you.

So one might ask how is it a Basher like Kravok got to be so close to the Masque ... a long tale involving much slaughter and rum and women. In fact one of the few loves of Kravok's life though it did not end well. She was slain a fierce yet beautiful woman named Deialdra. Someone slew her Kravok has yet to find out whom ... when he does though there will be a great reckonning. Anyways Crimson was the guy who set the two of them up.


Bribes always welcome

The Masque talks about Quake Lavender. A well known Xaositect, she is an artist, and her medium is drunken crowds. She runs Quake's Place a roving party that alights in a different abondoned building every day. Most of the high-up Xaositects (and any looking to climb) can usually be found within its cacophanous interior

Alyda pouts deeper, thrusting a skinny leather-clad hip out of her black cloak.

"Well, I dont have much jink*. The Movement keeps yeh lean, kennit? I can mayhap scare up a few Ladies*, say 100? And my good wishes??"

Slang:

Spoiler:
Jink: Coin, bucks, cash.
Ladies: slang for the gold pieces that feature a very vague picture of the Lady of Pain on them


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

"150 and it is mostly basher work not wet work stuff right? We are not feeding crows on this mission? If so you got yourself a deal. Unless of course you came up with that name yet on who might be behind Deialdra's death? You were quite quiet on that whole event when it happened you know when I find out who did it. I am going to kill them better you be on the side of someone helping me find that person and not hiding them. " He gives her a not so friendly grin.

When Deialdra died Alyda was nearby and Kravok thinks she knows who it was but for some reason is hiding that fact person it is a person of importance in her organization.


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard

Friends, let's not argue. We'll do it for 100. Turns to Badger. We'll split it 75/25, okay?


Bribes always welcome

Alyda's pouty smile fades at the Mad badger's implication

"I told yeh, I don't know nothin. Quit bein' such a suspicious berk."

She smiles at the Masque when he agrees and gives him a quick squeeze. Her brilliant green eyes look up at him

"Thank you lover. I knew I could count on a trig blood like yerself."


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

"75 for me and you since you are doing this a a labo of love will do it for 25?"

Turning to Alyda. "If I was a berk I would not be asking questions. You find me Deialdra's killer and we'll be square."

"I will do this job Crimson but know I do it because you asked me to do it not because of this skirt."

He gives another smile to her and raises his hand in a mocking gesture for her to lead the way.

"Looks like you have hired us on. Lead the way mi'lady."


Male Sexy 7th-level Bard

[Blushes]


male half-orc Barbarian-6th/1st Rogue

The Mad Badger takes a moment to double check his weapons.

Painbringer a wicked looking morningstar made from an unknown metal it is solid yet swings easy and packs quite a wallop. Quick death a lithe scimitar really more like a cutlass with an intriquete basket around the handle. Then over his back DOOM the heavy flail black iron masterwork quality and mean looking then the Twins to dirks broad bladed sharp. All being well he looks up to see that this party has started or if not what is the hold up.

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