"True that" - Reknar retorts - "But money buys you food and drink, like this we have on the table. Probably bought you the services of this 'dream reader oracle' person. If it is the more important thing in life? I guess having blood running through your veins is more important yeah, but gold helps... A lot" - he adds, now cutting a piece of cheese.
"eh, we live in our own little ways" victor says between mouthfuls of cheese.
"by coin or on a prayer, who can really say which way is best to experience the journey that is life?" he gnaws on the cheese rind.
" I don't know." he continues, not quite bothered with the serious discussion.
Life as they say gets you, I'm sorry to say with work, family difficulty's. I'm dropping out all but one of my Pazio PbP games.
Pazio was a great distraction but life moves on.
So GM, thank you so much for the game, I was great fun.
May fellow players
thank you
all the best of luck with life.
Yours
Cap Wombat.
GM could you please remove my PC and Player name from the lists of active please
Thoyoitu watches in amazement as Rosalyn begins to float up, passing through the roof. Seemingly emotionless, he says to the group, "Guess the god learner just became the god."
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Coming to the table with two carafes of wine from the bar and deli meats from the butcher next door. Desula sits with every intention of drinking one carafe by himself, but happily makes the other available for all.
Never been too keen on dreams.
Have you never held a dream in your heart? The visions in our sleep often reflect our day to day realities. They'll show you all your ambitions and fears in one wonderful carnival, just for you. You'll often find the most beaten down soul still lives free because of it. Drains his glass and fills its again.
by coin or on a prayer, who can really say which way is best to experience the journey that is life?
I say coin, my dear alchemist, for I've seen plenty of prayers go to deaf ears in desperate moments. There may be a place for prayer, I just don't know where that is myself.
Takes another deep drink, then watches in awe as Rosalyn ascends in a majestic fashion. Little driplets of wine fall upon his vest as he turns to the waiter and says "I'll have whatever she was having"
"It seems someone has to look out for the little guys. I ran into a group of hobbits smuggling escaped slaves and they gave me a garland of flowers for helping them."
The knight exposes a holy symbol of Morradin as he reaches for his purse to pay for his ale. He liked to explain why he was wearing a necklace of dried flowers. It seemed to be something human males would tease each other about. Typically champions of Morradin would tend to be uptight, but the little knight seems to be in a social mood.
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People still do that? No offense but hobbits sound like they would be lousy slaves. They're not incredibly physically capable beyond a few outliers. Not to mention the incredible amount of food spent keeping them barely working. Most noble houses in the Darklands make the house magister ritual up a permanent Unseen Servant spell. Less chance of betrayal from within and a lower cost of grounds keeping. Parties and galas going on for entire weeks thanks to those spells
He finishes his carafe just as a waiter brings an assortment of cheeses and another carafe of red.
"Not evvybody got that kinda power Drinks-Too-Much!" A growling, but high pitched voice pipes from behind the half-drow. A small dark grey goblin covered in bone from the skull on his head to the...toes on his toes, hoists himself onto the seat next to Desula, and continues, "short-shanks and gobbys are both weak, and don't eat lots; so we make gribbalas slaves!"
He turns back to his pack, his bone cuirass shifting to show a scarred torso, and he pulls out a dead rat...which he proceeds to tear into with his sharp gobby teeth!
"oh dear me." victor mumbles, watching Rosalyn ascend into godhood before him.
"Perhaps in another life." he mutters wistfully. his daydreams cut short by a small voice with terrible grammar as a goblin climbs up the seat. Pulling out a dead rat and.... tearing it to shreds.
"GOOD GODS." Victor yelps.Jumping out of his seat.
"FIEND! MURDERER! SAVAGE! " he continues, most certainly upset.
"You bring such foul manners to such a gathering. Where did you come from in the first place?" Victor shrieks the goblin.
"I SHALL NOT COMMUNE WITH SUCH A FIEND" Victor declares loudly, and backs away slowly from the table, trying to regulate his breathing.
"That, good Victor, is a Goblin. A small creature, it won't do any harm to you. And if it tries to, well, I'm sure there's a horse around just in case." Thoyoitu chuckles.
"Halfings as slaves? I guess if you want a new cook." Pyre says as he sits down. He pulls out a large flask and drinks from it.
Pyre looks at the goblin, "At least cook the rat before you eat it or don't do it in front of others..., he says quietly.
Nekare stirs and growls at the commotion but settles with a word and a touch from Goandai Victor, calm yourself! If Thoyoitu can accept the presence of a hobgoblin, then you can give the new arrival opportunity to introduce himself.
@the Goblin as for you, please stow your... meal away and join us at the table. Wash your hands... with water... or else...
Reknar actually seems amused at both the sudden appearance of the goblin and his unexpected meal, and also at Victor's reaction.
Looking at him with a smile, he comments - "Have you taken a serious look at all who are gathered around the table? Honestly? Any of the more 'civilized' races can be a fiend - heck, I've seen some pretty disgusting stuff done by the most clean faced of humans" - his tone is calm and relaxed - "Come to think of it, even I... Never mind" - the man finishes with another drink, then turns to Bongub - "Just keep that rat away from my food, ok?"
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Finally edging into a pleasant buzz, Desula pours a glass for this strange be-boned goblin. Then starts slicing into the meats and cheeses for the group, and passes them out.
@Bongub "You really must try some of the finer things at the table. They only last so long, but they do wonders for company."
Des tosses a chunk of roast towards the riding dog, and watches as he gobbles the good meat.
See, he's happier already. Besides, now that I feel good and started I believe its time for some business. Am I correct in assuming we are all heading the same general direction? Perhaps a pact is in order, for mutual safety and benefit.
Bongub perks up and his ego swells at Victors unintentional complements.
He winces at the comment about the horse, and begrudgingly stows his snack for later. "Bongub no realize longshanks such babies, me sorry," the sarcasm as well as the apology both seem strangely sincere.
When Goandai threatens him if he doesn't wash up, Bongub, stands straight up on the bench, head high and says, "Me no slave, Hobgob! You threat Bongub one more time," morningstar in the air, "I smash your head and make your corpse kill your family!" Holding his position for a moment, Bongub finally breaks down and cackles his way back to his seat, laughing uncontrollably.
When offered the food, he looks at it, sniffs it and gags, "How you eat this? No mold, no rot? Disgusting!" He pushes the plate back toward the center of the table.
After the pact is mentioned, "Pact! Yes, pact! I no trust longshank very much, but I know you like laws! Just no ask Bongub to write..."
Rosalyn comes back through the roof of the canopy and slowly settles once more into her seat. She blinks at the others and then says.
"YOU SEE!! See, that one was wile I was AWAKE, A dream wile I was awake!, called me up, had a chat and now I have no bloody remembrance of what he said. Just this is where I need to explore and find my destiny. Great things are afoot, world changing, a whole new history is about to be started blarr blarr, all cryptic and no idea what it means."
She snatches up a wine mug and drinks it all down in one go, puts it down and calls for another, wile saying
"It better be bloody worth it, I have no money left, I'm bobbins knows where, and I have a feeling this NEW WORLD thing he keeps going on about is going to be really dangerous, new worlds events always are, And I bet there's dragons, there is always big mean lots of teeth Dragons."
She drinks the next mug in one go as well then calls for another before spotting Tomkin the Doughty.
"O there wee man with the dog, so you up for making some history as well."
"Bah. You speak with the even-minded nature of a person of didn't see a creature just like him get eaten in front of him." Victor grumbles as he stops hyper ventilating.
" besides" he gasps.
He points to the sign behind him.
"Ye shalt not consume outside potions or food items" victor reads off the sign, word for word.
"your manners are terrible mr bongub.and there's good reason not to consume our kind." He rolls up the left sleeve of his long cloak, revealing black fur with red tips.
"you might catch the plague." he warns.
then Rosalyn comes crashing back down through the roof.
"oh good lady.I welcome your return! victor chirps, clearly trying to pay no heed to the goblin or his antics.
"Thank you Victor, and as for you master Bongub"
Rosalyn talks around to anther table where a trap by the looks of him is eating, she swaps he's lump of rancid maggoty blue cheese and his weaivle infested hardtack biscuits with a old raw fish head for some fresh bread, good meat and wine. She walks back and slops them in front of the Goblin, trying not to pull a face at the stench off the cheese.
"That may serve you better fare then what you had."
"You know, lil Goblin man, the food on my peoples' ship will rot in days without magic? If we have food here, I'm sure you can have the rotten food that's left." he says to the Goblin, generously.
Looking around at everyone, pointing at them as he goes, "Two goblinoids, a Dragon man, an angel, an Elf, two Humans, a small Human, a Rat, and a bird man. Am I missing anyone? Quite the party we've made for ourselves."
And Rosalyn falls back down to Earth, "I suppose we both have a habit of disappearing and reappearing, now don't we? Hur hur hur. So, Rosalyn, does that happen often?" he says quizzically.
Tomkin explains in a calm voice:
"It is sometimes important to be a tolerant paladin, and decide which battles to fight. There are so many you do not want to waste yourself on the unimportant ones. Because I was so stoic in training, they called me the Dude. I am proud to say 'the Dude abides'. Which means as a companion I have respect for the views of others. Sadly, conflicts only arise if you are an amoral SOB who cares little about others. That, the dude cannot abide."
"Thoyoitu of late a lot, it seems someone wants me here and exploring, why I have no idea as all I ever get is mastic mumbojumbo cryptic lines like. 'and now the the way is set, seek the golden path' 'about as helpful as a butter fat fire guard' as they say. In other words, yes a lot and I have no idea what it means"
She sits back down after giving the Goblin his repulsive food.
"So a few of us stated our skills, how about you new faces do the same, if a group and by the looks of it big group heads out. Then its best we know who has gifts in what areas. I'm a healer and have the gift of flight, low and clumsy but still on a good day, I can gain hight to see the lay of the land."
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When Lady Rosalyn floats back down from the canopy, Desula can't help but smile.
Yup, being hammered for this meeting was very wise indeed.
"Welcome Back, did you bring back anything nice?"
He listens keenly to her voicing the vagueness of her patron's vision quest, and memories flood back to him of wet-work activity begrudgingly followed. The knife wound that slid through his rib cage to his lung, begins to itch.
Dam wine, can't keep me thoughtless for more than hour. Come on Des, lets give the viscous bastard routine a rest for at least another hour.
His grin widens, There you go, might even get two.
:That's good Rosalyn, a healer is always a respectable companion to have around. I myself studied at The Orthorbbae, in New Drassus. A focused study in the Illusionary Arts. Fully certified Master of the Veil, with a minor in politics and planer studies. Though that's the inner plane, outer cosmology is just a cluster f@#$."
The little gray Hallows' Eve decoration leers at the ratman's comments, "Bongub can eat anything! Been eating 'your kind' since me thrown in crypt to die!"
Bongub's eyes light up when he's handed a plate of rotting food, he immediately digs in, pausing only when the tengu mentions food going bad quickly on the ship.
Once he licks the plate clean, he answers the question of skill, "Came out of crypt with power from the dead! Bongub sparks and controls corpsies!!! I confuse 'em, kill 'em, and bring 'em back to fight for Bongub!...and guests..."
Victor chuckles at Tomkin's statement.
" i'm afraid it isn't that simple mr Tomkin. Conflict is a tricky thing. Might rise out from two groups trying to do what they think is best.Ever heard of the paladins who fought over the pardon of a criminal or to bring his death? Mercy and Justice. A tricky thing indeed. "
He turns to the Goblin and back to Tomkin
"i'm just no a fan of the standard of hygiene our friend brings to the table."
Turning back to the Goblin, he enquires
"well Mr Bongub, you seem perfectly capable of holding your own fine. Why join us when you can roam the lands on your own free time, at your own pace? And as far as I know, people here might be uncomfortable with the sight of you bringing back their dead loved ones."
He smiles
"I believe you are indeed skillful Mr Bongub. But would that kind of skill really be accepted by the people who view it?"
Victor seems geniunely curious to know how Bongub thinks of the public perception of his power.
"Other then consternation no"
She says to the half Drow.
she then stops eating and looks over a number of roughs looking locals eyeing up their group.
"Don't look now but I think the local wharf crime gang has spotted is. I think we may be in for what they call a shake down."
There is 9 thugs looking at them , armed and ready, the group was the mark and they came on.
Rosalyn leans back and pulls her spear to her side, not looking at them any more.
She then gets up and walks over to them, not waiting to be attacked.
The next thing she been rushed and pushed over a wall, with that the rest come on at the eating group. You can see Rosalyn fighting with what looks to be a half Orc.
Patrons scatter and give the gang some space, some fleeting the violence, some struggling against the flow of bodies to get a better look!
Pyre see's Lady Rosalyn get attacked by the half orc. He hisses something in Draconic grapping his greataxe moving to aid rosalyn.
Before Pyre get's to Rosalyn a man steps infront of him holding 2 daggers, with an evil smirk. Pyre roars swinging his axe at the man who barely manages to evade. He striks back with quick dagger gabs, one glanes of Pyre's armor the other barely gets through his thick skin of his fore arm. Pyre steps back licking the wound on his arm, "Now you die." He strikes at the rogue with the shaft of the axe, to knock him off balance, before swinging the blade.
Thoyoitu is surprised at the sudden violence, but seeks to do his part by sneaking up behind one of the men, a small guy with a long length of pipe. He swings at the back of his head with his fist, but this only makes him mad, and he swings his pipe at Thoyoitu, hitting him right in the ribs.
"So it's like that, huh?" Thoyoitu remarks in pain, "Well I can assure you, we're both stronger than we appear." and he rushes the man, but as he swings his pipe down, he dodges to the left and trips the small brute. Looking down at his unbeaten opponent, he smirks and taunts him, "Come on, show me what else you've got."
Rosalyn ends off for a short wile the half orc, with her long spear. She had hoped talking to them would put pay to any thoughts they may have had of robbing the group but having been bull rushed, he had had little chance but to fight. Now she can see the others fighting the main group of ruffs.
"Look, it do's not have to be like this, we can be civilized about it. I'm shore we can work something out."
The big half Orc just smiled an evil smile at her and spat out,
"Think ya can come in here and take our turf, we seen ya as soon as ya got off the ship, ya may talk all fancy, but you mates say your a crook, a Drow scumbag, a crow peckers dab, hob and Goblins, lizards and RATS!. YA even dear to eat at our place!! You think Molark is stupid!! noorr lady you in with the dregs and we ant letting your gang take over what's our. I'm going to brake that long kneck o yours the cut up the rest of ya!"
He's eyes red with hate
"Look we are no..."
She never got top finish, He came at her fast with his grate club, she only just got out of its was as it came down onto the shaft of her spear. Her hands hurt from the impact. She had one advantage, he was slower then her, she used that, leaping up and onto a pile of box's just off the ship. He followed but with is weight he was unsteady.
Temper, his weakness is temper, lets use that
"Your right, you lot have had this patch far to long, meat head, how anyone as dumb as you ever got to lead a gang, you do now which end of that thing to swing right, or did the mother that spat you out let you land of your flat girl of a head. you %#^#^ of a Hal-flings #^#^#&!!"
Her bellowed, at her
"FOR THAT YOU DIE!!"
She jumped to the next box's
he tried to follow but fell, between them, with that moment of grace she called to the others.
"COME ON YOU LOT, GET A FIGHTING!"
Then he was at her again.
Reknar barely lifts his eyes from his food and drink at all the commotion - "Really? After all the fancy words and whatnot, a bar brawl..?" - the man shakes his head with a smirk, dodging a passerby leaving in a rush, and making sure his drink is not spilled - "Careful there!" - he roars in a good mood.
The mug of ale empty, he keeps on munching on a particularly tasty, and generous chunk of cheese, while watching those he has just met engage some local thugs, exchanging words, swings and combat tricks - "Well done there Pyre!" - he shouts - "Dagger fighters are usually frail" - he advises - "Hit him hard a couple of times and he'll cringe back!" - then turning his attention to Thoyoitu.
Standing up, he veritably claps at the intelligent move that took the Tengu's opponent down - "I wouldn't be giving him a second chance - just make him eat that pipe and be done with it"
His voice is calm, but strange as it may seem, it can be easily heard above the din of combat.
Things get ugly between Rosalyn and the half-orc - "Smart girl" - he ponders first to himself - "Higher ground Rosalyn, swing HARD now!" - he urges, spear in hand, experienced eyes scouring the area, the military training taking over as he looks for tactical advantages.
"These are but runts scrapping at the bottom of the barrel boys and girls" - again he roars - "They'll be gone after a nice taste of steel!"
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Desula just looks bemused at the erupting conflict and thinks, "ah, such honor in announcing themselves so boisterously."
He hears Rosalyn's call for help, and sees the drunk thug staggering at him. He stands up and time seems to slow as he breaks down his assailant. By the looks of him, he and his boys have had a to drink up the courage to come up at the group. Glazed focus, showcases his damaged awareness. Still functionally fit, wielding a hammer and set on a violent struggle. Assessment: Give the drink a push.
Temporal Awareness begins to reset as he instantly reaches into his coat and pulls green blue painted sand from a belt poach. The sand begins to shimmer in his hands as he recites the spell. As he lets go a cacophony of colors erupts from his hands and engulfs the thug, a waiter and several patrons. They all instantly drop unconscious, even as a wave of color still flows out of their catatonic eyes.
"Got one", he exclaims loudly. He picks up his drink as the unconscious bodies to topple into tables and chairs. Empties his glass as friends and coworkers rush to their downed compatriots.
Now truly feeling the drink in his system with the rush of adrenalin. He turns to the embattled Rosalyn and slurs, "You need anything else Rosz".
Ambles to Reknar and says "You have such a nice speaking voice."
"Thanks... Des isn't it? Sometimes ya gotta make yourself heard, right?" - he shrugs.
Goandai stands, outraged by the by the attack. He bares his teeth and utters a guttural noise akin to a growl, catching the attention of a furious and offended looking human thug who charges him yelling. Goandai adjusts his footing and moves into a defensive semi crouch position with his hand on the hilt of his scimitar. Just as the human comes within striking distance of Goandai, his short sword pulled back and ready to stab, Nekare appears as if from nowhere jumping from the floor onto Goandai's back and springbs over his head and shoulders to collide with the thug, driving him to the floor and pinning him on his back as she growls and drools onto his face.
It is only then that Goandai draws his weapon, gingerly stepping around the panic stricken man and dispassionately strikes his temple with the butt of his scimitar, knocking him out cold. Nekare looks up at him with her head cocked to one side and whimpers slightly.
no, Nekare, you can't eat him, but if you want to play while I finish dinner go help subdue these others who are so annoying our company...
The little knight steps forward. He draws a small glaive with an experienced motion and a grim expression forms on his face.
"I think you are making a fatal mistake. Retribution for crimes will be somewhat swift."
Rosalyn jumps down from the boxs and backs up the wooden wharf, the Half orc jumped down as he did smashing his club into a box next to her.
"That nice point stick of your ant going to do you any good when I hits ya"
He looked where she had moved to, to miss the club.
Come on, come on, work it out, you dumb meat head, that's right look where I placed myself.
The half orc's grin was now evil and menacing,
"Soon I'm going to brake you head, cus you is running out of places to back up to girly"
She was backing away from him now, up the empty wharf dock, on each side water,
Thats it you got there, your so clever, thats right you push me back to the end of the wharf and the see. No where for me to go, come one keep pushing dumbo
The half orc was now swinging each side of her, making her walk backwards to the end of the wharf and a good 20' drop to the sea.
Then she was there, feet on the very bring of the fall, teetering there she looked back at the water a worried look on her face, fear.
"Look we can still work something out ok"
She said, her tone pleading.
"I did not mean to call your mother a ^**#^#* @)@* of a @(&@#( demon ^^%%^&."
That did it, he's temper now fully on, ranging he charged her,
Then just as he was about to hit her with full body check, sending her down to the cold sea below, she did the mad'est thing.
She jumped off herself, backwards and to the left, from her back her wings sprang, flapping.
The half Orc, arms now flaying with the fact there was nothing to hit, he's eyes wide with shock, sailed passed her and out into open air.
Then a cry as he fell, club lost and
"SPLASH!!"
Rosalyn then flow back to the dock, landed turned and looking down as the now strangling half orc splashing around in the sea. Trying to pull his armour off so as not to sink. She took a moment to waved at him then started to walk back to the group.
Hearing Desula and looking over the group, Rosalyn calls back,
"No I'm fine, Three down six to go"
Victor stares down the goblin as the brawl breaks out, watching him intently as the shadow of a skinnier thug looms over his form
"you know" Victor begins.
"i might be looking at this fine gentleman over here" Victor continues, gesturing to the goblin
"But you sir, have my undivided attention"
The Human snarls and raises his knife over his head,ready to cleave Victor's head off.
"most unfortunate." Victor comments. rather annoyed.
The human swings the knife , snarling at Victor, but the rat is already under him, and the blade meets twin air as the ratfolk slides between the legs of the unsuspecting man.
Victor chuckles as he makes it to the other side.
"there once was human thug,
who seemed contempt with his ugly mug.
He messed with the wrong rat
sporting this rather spiffing top hat
and now his grave's been dug"
Victor crackles as he reaches for a vial that contains an orange liquid, and downs it quickly
"it's time you faced a plague doctor" He hisses and pulls out the metal cylinder from his back.
The cylinder clicks open, the top half of the cylinder splits in 2, forming the bow of the crossbow, while the end of the cylinder conveniently tapers off into a handle.
The plague doctor's tail tips his side quiver so a bolt falls into his hand.
The metal tip of the bolt is screwed off and transferred to the bow, but not before it passes through the tongue of the rat.
The headless arrow is falls into the bow, hissing at the end.
The thug grunts and lashes out a the doctor, but not before the arrow is let loose.
There is a thunk. then a moment of silence as the grown man stops right before the doctor. the knife extended but not striking, and the bolt lodged in his arm. Not deeply, but it breaks the skin.
The thug pauses. then screams, dropping the knife and backing away quickly. He hyperventilates and shields his face. as if Victor was a hideous creature.
"The doctor" Victor concludes, as the terrified man scrambles out of the bar,
"is in"
On Reknar's advice, Thoyoitu moves over his downed opponent kicks the pipe out and up into his hand, and with a regretful expression, swings it just hard enough on the man's head to knock him cold. He looks over to the would-be commander of the party, "Thanks for the advice. But I never shoot to kill." he throws the pipe off to the side and braces for anyone else who comes his way.
A thug approaches Reknar, a chain hanging from his clenched fist. He swings it menacingly, "Shut yer trap ya bastard, or I'll breast ya senseless and rip yer tongue out. "
Another breaks one of the chairs and swings the leg, checking the weapon, moving to get behind Pyre.
The rogue dodges the blade of Pyre's axe taking a step back. Pyre smile then fakes a move to his left and quickly brings the top flat of his axe into the rogues face. There is a satisfying crunch of bone as blood pours from his nose. He drops to his knees clutching his face before crawling our the door.
"He. Serves you right. Pyre calls after him.
He then surveys the fight, all seems to be going in his groups favor. As he looks over the room he sees a half elf standing by the back door. When he notices Pyre's gaze he smiles then disappears though the door.
Hmmm... I wonder who he is...
Beat... - ing autocorrect...
Beat you senseless
well thats it for me for the time being, when the GM picks PCs ill post again.
I'll have PCs picked within a couple days, soon as I can make the first post. Gotta finish up the house and we got company coming over this weekend, but I should get posted...