AnriTheWanderer |
"Would you mind if we all visited a certain bar? I have some...'friends', I would like to see. If they're still in town, as I said elsewhere...I have some technique to introduce them to."
Anri is cracking her knuckles, twitching slightly. She so desperately wants her payback.
AnriTheWanderer |
Anri takes a moment to consider this.
"Yes! Well...maybe? They were talking about getting to Sigil when they spiked my drink, possibly did terrible things to me, and then somehow sicked me on you guys in the middle of a damn crypt city. Seeing as however they did that probably involved potent transportation magic ...Most likely! And I would get to boot someone in the head. WE ALL WIN!"
Rothel Nelis |
Rothel looks down his nose at the disreputable establishment, "I do not feel that my presence is necessarily warranted on these premises, as I feel any information you would receive from the aforementioned establishment would be best presented to the rest of us in a locale with a capacity for civil discourse. It is my humblest suggestion that you enter deftly and withdraw with whosoever it is that has the knowledge you seek, in tow." he explains, clearly not looking forward to entering the bar.
AnriTheWanderer |
"I'm surrounded by big, brave adventurers who survived a city of undead, and none of them have the balls to enter a Freeport dive. What is the world coming to?"
Anri deftly stalks her way amongst the drunken brawlers, seeking one particular group of sailors...
Shoso Makenzie |
Inside the bar as well, is a tiefling standing on a table, reciting some sort of routine, gesiculating wildly. Her eyes crackle a strange purple hue, her pupils disappeared within them. Her short coat unbuttoned a few scandalous inches, and her soft leather pants seem to have seen better days, a bell hangs on her tail as well.
"Oh to be abused by fire..."
"Friends, Bowmen, Country men...lend me your beers. I came to dreary sleaze holes, but not to play them." Shoso laments in iambic meter, stomping from one table to the next, knocking a mug aside, spilling some of the poor quality ale's contents out of it, much to the dislike of its patron, who seems only not to start something due to her display of magical talent. The man curses under his breath about the ill omen of sorcerers.
She seems to take offense, pausing in her routine. "Sorcerer? I'm not a bore-ceror, I'm a poor sirrah, know some lore-sirrah, long to be adore-d-sirrah." She clasps her hands together as she imagines the scene, her boots clomping about on the tables. "To go explore-sirrah, crowds at a roar-sirrah, touch people to their core-sirrah, so tired of being ignore-d-sirrah."
Her flourished bow, even with cape accompaniment elicits little response, even after she teleports to the next table over! She scowls offhanded, moving to insult the patrons instead. "Except by your mothers, the whore-sirrahs, made her croak 'Nevermore-sirrah' , then booted her out the door-sirrah. And now I implore-sirrah, for thine change and......more....sirrah."" The vaguely...suggestive motions she made during the last part did not win her any more friends.
AnriTheWanderer |
Anri has no time for music. Only payback.
"Boot-to-the-head."
Anri's leg lashes out at the swaggering sailor.
Melee Basic: 1d20 + 23 ⇒ (10) + 23 = 33; 1d8 + 10 ⇒ (4) + 10 = 14
if it hits, she uses Flurry of Blows (thanks to Internalize the Basic Kata). That's +9 damage, and she'll slide him 2 squares to stand amongst his comrades if possible.
"I'll have an explanation, gentlemen. Or I'll have your heads."
Rev DM |
The swaggerer backs off, clutching a badly bleeding nose.
"Thad's nod very dice. Do deed to take it like thad."
His friends help him to a table with a reproachful glance at Anri and her friends.
"Touchy. It's not like you came to any harm, is it?" grumbles the second sailor.
The third man, displaying a better sense of self-preservation, looks cautiously at Anri and nods slightly.
"We've got an explanation, but it might not be useful."
AnriTheWanderer |
Sorry I've been out recently; Hurricane Sandy kicked my teeth in. I'm going to be a little inconsistent until at least Friday.
Anri raises one eyebrow at at the bard, and then turns her attention back to the sailors. She continues to be threatening:
"Who paid you. Why did they want me sent there. And how did you send me there? And could you use such power to get...I don't know, to Sigil?"
She draws her knife, and begins lazily twirling it in her off-hand, resting one hand on the table as she leans forward.
"I don't know the musician here, but I do know that I've learned the hard-wrought wisdom of ancient masters...and it tells me that you know what I need to learn. So pass on this knowledge. Please. Before I lose my temper and forget that you'd need a working jaw to tell me anything."
Rev DM |
Hope all is well with you. Sandy has been dominating our news here and I'm incredibly glad not to be in East Coast USA right now.
Bustnose pokes around in his mouth and extracts a tooth.
"Broken," he mutters mournfully.
Swarmy picks his words with care, his eyes never leaving Anri's dagger.
"We don't know that. The bloke said it was a joke. "Just tip the powder into her drink.". We're not the trustworthy type and if I'm honest, we're not that bright either, so you could say we've been tricked as much as you."
Bustnose adds his own two cents. "I thougd he was a wizard. Med hib od the dogs, outside the lighdhouse."
Whiney drags himself away from Shoso (without paying her) and makes a contribution. "He had good boots, I remember them. Red leather with tassels."
Rev DM |
Welcome back!
Swarmy shrugs.
"Don't matter how much you kick us. We are dumb sailors. Nobody trusts us with anything that isn't simple. He said, "spike her drink". We did it. We got paid. Thought he wanted a bit of quiet playtime or something. If you want more you need to find him. He's a wizard with fancy boots, they're not that common even in Freeport."
Rev DM |
This wizard sounds like someone you've seen before. He works on the edges of the local guilds and has a bad reputation, even by Freeport standards. He's got some funny tastes. Shoso reckons this is probably Ballian Neerut. If so, he's a nasty piece of work with a bad drug habit and no scruples. He usually hangs around a brothel run by Madame Fisk.
Shoso Makenzie |
Shoso's eyes gleam brightly, "Teleport? I can teleport." She suddenly reappears a few feet away, without a table under her.
Acrobatics
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
She promptly falls on her stomach. "Teleport, that was a hella-port. Put on trial at Tele-court!" Shoso sits up, rubbing her shoulder then stands, "Nosekicker, where do you teleport to? Will it be fun? Can you show me how to kick noses? No wait.." The tiefling pauses, "The ear! I sort of do that already, It'd be fun to be more literal!"
Norrin Axebeard |
A familiar half-orc enters the establishment called the Supine Squid, followed by a nondescript human dressed in the garb of a travelling merchant. Norrin glances curiously at the three sailors going the opposite direction before greeting his companions.
"Sorry I'm late. I met an old friend of mine," Norrin presents the disguised mage with his hand, "and we decided to seek you out together."
Henry Porter |
The mage, a human male in his twenties, eagerly explains,
"Yes, using the clues Mr Axebeard gave me, I scryed for both sea dogs and the loudest screams I could find. However the first place was actually showing the Torog Tabernacle Choir's rendition of H.M.S. Pinafore."
With a sudden realisation, the mage—in one swift motion—turns, draws an implement in each hand, and aims an orb at each of the shady mariners. Not skipping a beat, the thief draws his own crossbow and points it at the third departing sailor.
How much GP worth of rituals can I buy? And how much GP worth of ritual components do we have? I'm also taking suggestions on what rituals we need in addition to the essentials like Raise Dead and Remove Affliction.
Rev DM |
In the distance, the screams of "We are his sisters and his cousins and his aunts" can be faintly heard. The departing sailors depart extremely fast as a well placed missile adds to Bustnose's woes and another scorches Swarmy. Whiney is not pleased with the arrow that whips over his shoulder.
"We're going, we're going ..."
How much dosh has Henry got at the moment? I'll throw in 10,000gp worth of rituals, of which half should be components. There is some group loot hanging around, but I must admit I haven't kept great track of it. Tell me what you want to buy and if it seems reasonable, you can have it.
AnriTheWanderer |
Anri gives the newcomer a polite nod.
"Call me Anri, I'm a wandering monk, seeking enlightenment and peace. And if you'll all introduce yourselves, and the young lady with the horns introduces me to the man who drugged me, I can go introduce him to the ancient secrets of Tae Kwan Leep. It brings 'enlightenment' and 'peace' to all those that encounter it, after all."
She seems to be dead serious.
Shoso Makenzie |
Still laying on the floor, Shoso shifts uncomfortably. She reaches beneath her, pulling out a cup she had apparently landed on. Probably from when she was knocking stuff around.
The tiefling moves to stand, her tail twitching, "Tell me more, there's wonderful elements here. I'll assign music to it, maybe make an opera!" She looks around, "What strange motley crew is brought together, maybe I can help! I can stand on my hands!"
Acrobatics
1d20 + 15 ⇒ (1) + 15 = 16
She does so before falling over, adding with a sheepish "Sometimes." Looking over the gathering people, she points at Norrin. "You've been dipped in gravy, and left to be eaten by large worms."
Shoso Makenzie |
She dusts herself off a bit, gesturing to the crowd. "I think my singing earlier was bad enough that everyone got drunk. so I think I did a good job of it. I am at the very pineapple of my profession. Keep your scratch, I just got a better offer!"
Shoso leans in conspiratorially to Anri, "3 gold to show you where this guy is?" She grimaces politely, her hands clutched together.
Henry Porter |
Anri gives the newcomer a polite nod.
"Call me Anri, I'm a wandering monk, seeking enlightenment and peace.…"
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Anri," the mage holds his hand out in greeting, "I am Henry Porter, licensed illusionist."
"Do you mind if I accompany you on your quest for 'enlightenment' and 'peace'?"
Rev DM |
Just to warn you all, I am around and will update when I can, but I may be slow the next couple of weeks. I have a group of students to prep for a drama exam and there is a ton of paperwork. That and nativity hell has started. "Mary and Joseph were friends" season is upon us.
Lyan's expression bodes badly for someone. The huge hobgoblin fits beautifully into the Freeport scenery.
So, where now?