guys we need to take the ooc to ooc ** spoiler omitted **
The Blink Dog stops dead when he relies the extent of damage that happened to the brave young dragonborn warrior. A mourning howl cuts threw all the jaded and world weary aspects of everyone into that small part of the soul that feels fear of two things, predators and death....
'Damn, that could have should have would have been me!' thinks Smokey.
The ogre collapses in a brutal gelatinous heap, and smokey's song is broken by the death of the head chef. A angry buzz is begining to spread amongst the crowd....
The blink dog looks up at you and says "we ought to be getting out of here..."
"Your place or mine?" says Smokey.
"I think Grey will go with my robes best"
Almost a whisper, Steiner says, "I'll be back." Then he exhaled for the last time and lay still.
"Rust consumes all."
"Prrr..."
An abashed Arronath realises he is still in cheetah form and morphs back into his humanoid form.
"I mean, I guess that leaves the tan bag for me." Stopping to think for a moment, Arronath continues, "What is this 'Redemption' place that you speak of? I have never heard of it."
"Yeah, and what in the nine hells are we doing here? I indistinctly remember trying desperately to teleport into a wall."
cure light (1d8 3=4) on arronath.
"Would you be able to help us with our wounds?" Bence asks the Gnome, "I don't think I have enough energy left to heal the three of us."
Bence eats his full of the food and returns to the cabin that he woke in, with a brief prayer he is soon in bed asleep.
The old man asks his questions
1> Race
2> Occupation
3> Religion
4> Special Needs? __Aquatic __Special Diet __Other
1> Val
2> Chef3> Saluwé of the Pantheon of Man
4> Other - Access to natural wildlife.
having filled in his rather basic questionaire, Arronath heads towards the desks, keeping an eye out for the others.
1> Race
2> Occupation
3> Religion
4> Special Needs? __Aquatic __Special Diet __Other
1> Gnome ya iddjit.
2> I steal things.3> I worship the mother-of-all-creation, the fat many teated sow ... may all suckle at her little danglies.
4> Alcohol. Lots of it.
After the smelly gnome is done talking with the man Bence steps forward.
Seeing an oppertunity to score himself the cushyest job possible Bence lies accordingly:
1> Human
2> Great leader of nations.
3> Mystra
4> As many loyal servants as possible
The pinched man looks at your handwritting, and stops you from going further. "You'll be sticking with me, until your done, As Mr. Coffee requested." The gnome on the train seeminly calls the pinched man over for a minute who then returns with a 4th new person, [ enter new character]
Looking to Arronoth, he asks "Access to wildlife, that's a preference no? Will you either die or otherwise suffer diminished capacity if your not provided wildlife? You seem pretty human to me, and the greensingers are an unwelcoming lot?
Continuing, he says "So your a chef you say, not a bad line or work but a little demeaning, one of the upper houses might claim you, you sure you want to put that down?"
We Val are originated from both divine and human stock, but so long ago it would be like comparing a dwarf to a gnome.
As a Val of Saluwé, contact with animals strengthens my shapeshifting powers, as I can become them more perfectly. It is not necessary for it to be some ravening beast, even a housecat would do in a pinch.
I assume that these greensingers are druids of some sort? If so that would not be a problem for me.
The pinch faced man sniffs his nose at you gnomish direction and says " I had a hard time telling under all that dirt, and don't gnomes have a good sense of smell, honestly I can barely stand you ..." a roguish grin breaks the old man's face as he looks straight at you and asks "are you any good"
"Good sense a smell doesn't mean we smell good. ... Am I any good at what? Suckling at danglies or stealing things? ... I used to be good at both but now they smell me coming and going."
The pinch faced man sniffs his nose at you gnomish direction and says " I had a hard time telling under all that dirt, and don't gnomes have a good sense of smell, honestly I can barely stand you ..." a roguish grin breaks the old man's face as he looks straight at you and asks "are you any good""Good sense a smell doesn't mean we smell good. ... Am I any good at what? Suckling at danglies or stealing things? ... I used to be good at both but now they smell me coming and going."
Logos' post seems to have been eaten, so here it is again...
The old man smiles widely, seemingly sidestepping ques and going far into the back, past the plaza into the building with your lot following.Inside the old man is meet by a hulking , but youngish man in Black Armour. Nodding to the old man he seemingly chooses one of you at random, the other young lad who just joined you at the train depot. Leaving with him in tow, the three of you proceed.
The Old Man Speaks, " You understand that normally there is rather a lengthy entry proceedure, including a mark of justice among other things. Well needless to say I perhaps disagree with some of the way the city has gone in the recent century, and I am not the only one to. Coffee aids us by picking out some suitable individuals every load to have sent our way.
The Old man leads you to a Armoury with a huge map along the wall. Every concievable kind of equipment is in racks and barrels, boxes and crates. Going over to the map, the man points out the central C, and says "you are here" and then briefly outlines the city.
To the north are the wastelands, build on petrified salt flat, and ruled by the coalition of monotheistic faiths, a stuck up and annoying group seemingly dedicated to higher causes.... such as politics. A few bad eggs give the whole a bad smell if you know what i mean.
To the East is Eden, Its ran by a coalition of druids and nature priests, Has some gardens, provides mostly to the lords and ladies. Its snooty and elitiest, and idealest, and egaltarian. Only the raw power of the nature dieties preists keep it from being conquered.
To the south, through where you came in from is the industrial corodoor. Rules by the black knights. They are the largest standing militia, and squat on the salt mines that line the edge of the salt desert. Wealthy and Power lusting, but fair.
and To the west, the street of churches, the rest of us the innumerable servants of innumerable lords. If you don't worship a militant, nature or monotheistic god, then your church is here. Its where the city originally was founded, and from where the other coalitions have originated.
Looking at you all he smiles, and says "Help yourself to the equipment and may you a place to work in the city. If you need help or even just a job or a nudge in the right direction. Try here, its a safe house for friends of ours. The Old Man walking towards the back door watches you as you pick out equipment, and waits until you leave before opening the other door and leaving it.
The Equipment: Anything that is Mundane, of less than 1000gp worth (No spyglasses and waterclocks, or full plate)It is all masterwork, and has various patterns and colours to it, so as not to look like a uniform.
The Doors lock themselves after you leave.The note has two dots located on it, as well as a very detailed depiction of the city (+4 to survival in the city) along with a set of quotes " " with nothing between them but a large space as if something belongs there.
Outside the door
[spoiler] The Pungent smell of the city strikes you, The Depot behind you massively bloting out the sun but not the heat or the smell. the Wind comes in briskly from the south, carrying the smell of pitch and sulpher. The Sky is purplish and overcast, and the heat beats down upon you.The Streat itself is fairly empty. You see watch towers along the massively tall walls that are the outside of the train depot. Roads lead in all directions from here, into a throng of buildings leaning crazily and building over each other . Many look unsafe.
As you continue down the street, people fill it up, little stalls dot the way selling needles or salt, water or food. Each Stall is blessed with a holy symbol , and if you stop at anyone they will generally give you a 'Free' sample, if you partake in a sermon, not that mind you saphos' and eros' sermons look that boring to tell you the truth.
Marduk, Seth, Horus, Amon-Ra, Ptah the crafter, Ninli, Enki , Agahabi, Mystra, Zeus , Eris , Mars, Ad Astra, Kol Korran the merchant, Nerbuz and Woodanaz, Sowilo, Baldr, Frig, Odin, Dispater, Contribus, Zarcharast, Baba Yaga, Shiva, Vishnu, Agnasshi, Cyric, Asmodeous, Ganaesh, Indra, Yamma, ....
Sometimes they come in groups by pantheon, sometimes in groups by type of god, The Thunder God side street is perpetually covered in storm, the mother god side street constantly sounding of the endless childbirths there,....
The Place is Chaos incarnate.
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Logos
"So when do my noble servants arrive...?"
as a moment passes in occurs to Bence that hes probably not going to be made king just because of what he wrote down.
looking to the group near him; "I need a drink, anybody care to join me?"
"Did that guy just tell us to help ourselves?" Smokey asks. Very cautiously, expecting to be reprimanded at any minute, Smokey begins to remove things from the equipment pile into his own pile. With the meticulousness of a compulsive horder, he claims the following items.
3xBackpack (empty) 2 gp 2 lb.1
3xBottle, wine, glass 2 gp —
Caltrops 1 gp 2 lb.
Flint and steel 1 gp —
Grappling hook 1 gp 4 lb.
Lantern, bullseye 12 gp 3 lb.
Lock (amazing) 150 gp 1 lb.
Manacles, masterwork 50 gp 2 lb.
Mirror, small steel 10 gp ½ lb.
3xOil (1-pint flask) 1 sp 1 lb.
Rope, silk (50 ft.) 10 gp 5 lb.
Torch 1 cp 1 lb.
Vial, ink or potion 1 gp 1/10 lb.
3xWaterskin 1 gp 4 lb.1
Whetstone 2 cp 1 lb.
Acid (flask) 10 gp 1 lb.
3xAlchemist’s fire (flask) 20 gp 1 lb.
Antitoxin (vial) 50 gp —
3xSmokestick 20 gp ½ lb.
Sunrod 2 gp 1 lb.
Tanglefoot bag 50 gp 4 lb.
Thunderstone 30 gp 1 lb.
Tindertwig 1 gp —
Climber’s kit 80 gp 5 lb.1
Disguise kit 50 gp 8 lb.1
Hourglass 25 gp 1 lb.
Magnifying glass 100 gp —
Scale, merchant’s 2 gp 1 lb.
Spell component pouch 5 gp 2 lb.
Thieves’ tools, masterwork 100 gp 2 lb.
Falchion (Small) 75 gp 1d6 18-20/×2 — 8 lb. Slashing
6xDagger 2 gp 1d3 1d4 19-20/×2 10 ft. 1 lb. Piercing or slashing
"Okay now I REALLY need a drink. <looking at the old man> we are free to go right?"
Spending a short time on choosing imens that would be useful without being greedy or overloading himself, Arronath bids farewell to his host and prepares to move on.
"Red Night?" says Smokey. "Good enough for me."
Smokey heads towards the Red Knight Inn.
Bence also makes for the Red Knight.
Having gotten into the city itself, it seems it is time for the necessities to be taken care of. With that in mind, Arronath sets off in search of a place of employment.
Mainly looking for employment as a cook/chef.
Smokey starts scouting around for any place that people throw away garbage.