Absalom's Finest (City Watch, Terry Pratchett style)

Game Master Wolfwaker

The deeds of Absalom's finest, policemen in a Terry Pratchett-inspired urban setting.


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Here is the Discussion thread for this campaign. For the moment, it is a place for applicants to role play while everyone finishes their submission. The scene is a tavern across from the police station.


Male Human Barbarian 1|| hp: 14/14 (subdual) 14/14
Stats:
AC13/Touch11/Flat 12 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +0 | Init +1
Skills:
Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +0, Survival + 4
everest wrote:

"Pardon the interruption, centaur. I have possession of two pencils and you are in need of one. The code of charity dictates that I must allow you usage of one of these pencils."

The man speaking is a tall, thin overdressed creature in strange full-body armor, a ragged longcoat draped over his arms and shoulders. A wide-brimmed hat paradoxically sits upon his plate helmet. A soft light-- perhaps from some sort of magical implement-- glows just behind his visor, illuminating nothing. He stands with perfect posture, despite the backpack hanging from his arm and the armor no doubt weighing him immensely. The word 'EV-ER-5T' is written across his left pectoral in wide painted stencil.

Everest holds out an armored hand, with a stick of charcoal flat on the palm like a salt lick.

He notices the entry of another mammal, no doubt the woman's male companion by its tone of voice, and directs his attention to the centaur. "The likelihood of a centaur being well-versed in the nuances of the common Taldane dialect is low. Do you request instruction or assistance on filling out your form?"

He paused and glanced back to the maid beside him, The strange newcomer spoke to her almost like he knew her so Kvell for the most part turned his attention to the strange... golem like thing speaking with him. "are you a metal golem?" He began confusedly blinking at the strange thing that spoke to him. He had heard of golems, though the ones he had heard of were usually made out of well materials like earth or ice or something. Even though he was sure it was rude he couldnt help but poke the creatures chest. "You certainly are a strange neat thing." He began with a broad smile. He placed his form on the table and nodded to the golem like thing that had addressed him.

"Yes,I could use help. I can... read things well enough and make my mark on the papers, but the writing sounds on papaer... well my wife usually helps me with that but she um.. had things to do." He said coloring a bit once more glancing to the drunk maid beside him just in case she needed help. The large mug of ale finally arrived and he nodded his thanks to the barkeep, reaching into the coin purse around his torso and pulling out a few coins.


Celenna wrinkled her nose up at the parchment in front of her, no matter how much she stared at it, it wouldn't go away. She flicked it a couple of times in disgust.

The Commander didn't mention there would be paperwork involved she frowned.

There was an strange smell on the air, odder even than the tall skinny watchman who had just left. Celenna had already learned to avoid leaving by the same door as he did, otherwise it was like wading in a soup of armpit, sour cheese and the sharp tang of cheap leather oil. A man walked, or rather skulked, in to the common room. He looked to all the world like a mighty-thewed barbarian wrapped up in a cloak to keep his bulging muscles warm. Celenna smelled bird though, her eyes lit up as she watched him tread with a too-light-for-heavy-muscles step across to a table. She gave up her non-descript location then, leaning forward to catch his attention and grinning.

The clip-clop of hooves announced another odd visitor, and she watched with surprise as the centaur made his way to the bar. She glanced around and counted those possessing the cursed bit of paper, the odd-eyed woman who kept glancing at the pie menu, the half-orc too who was diligently filling in the form, one painstaking stroke of the pen at a time. She thought to introduce herself then, but as her mouth opened there was a bang from the doorway. The smell has almost hit her first, but appeared to be drunk too as it meandered through the air in a beleaguered dance before alighting on her nose.

Yuck she sneezed. The oddly bedecked woman had fallen over, and the first to attend her had been the centaur, how telling.

So, it would appear that the Commander's invite was not exclusive to Celenna, she would have to make nice with the other applicants it seems. Maybe this was a test, she'd better play along.

"Here" purred Celenna to the centaur and drunken lady, as she pulled out a nearby chair and offered it to the woman. "I see you both are interested in joining the watch like myself. We're in good and varied company it seems" she indicated the broad array of candidates scattered throughout the tavern.

"Anyone got a pen I can borrow?" she asked innocently, smiling delicately with her canines.

The sudden appearance of the mobile suit of armor takes her aback momentarily.

"Why don't you smell of anything?" she asks Everest, her slit-pupil eyes curious and as bright as a lantern's flame, staring in to the space behind his visor in unblinking observation.

Sczarni

"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2

"My apologies. I am not a thing. My designation is Everest. Please, refer to me as such in further conversations."

He sets his form out in front of him-- completely filled, signed and notarized entirely in extremely rigid penmanship. Taking a seat, he points to Kvell's paper.

"The first section, titled 'name', is for your name-- including middle and surname if applicable."

Celenna doesn't surprise him-- he turns and looks at her apathetically before answering energetically "Perhaps your olfactory glands have suffered internal error. I smell like leather and old steel, like a well-worn sword. This sentiment has been expressed to me before."

He turns his other pencil upright, holding it out rigidly towards the new woman. "You are in need of a writing instrument. The code of charity dictates that I must allow you usage of one of these pencils."


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4

Hunter William looks over at Celena, Everest and the Centaur as well as his new crush. Glad to know we have plenty of applicants here. I welcome you all, I've been in the watch for six years.


Spot nods her thanks to Kvell as he picks her up and sets her upright, then smiles.

"Yes! Gard. Can doo stoof. Fun 'ight shoe!"

Then she notices Hunter and hears his question.

"Heya! St'ange man tal'? 'Ad 'oo much too drin'. Star' 'lucinatin', too much too drin'!"

She then blinks.

"Need 'elp. Fill ou' foom. Join gard. Nah sobeh 'nuff."

Then she looks at Everest as he comes over, shakes her head, and looks back to Hunter.

Knowledge(arcana): 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

"'Lucinatin' too much. Golem-man heah."

She smiles to Celanna and takes the seat.

"'Ank 'oo! Golem-man not 'eal. Poli', though. St'ange man poli' too! Nice 'lucinashuns!"


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4
Illethianai "Spot" Horebanis wrote:


"Bunny! Bunny tal'? 'Ad 'oo much too drin'. Star' 'lucinatin', too much too drin'!"

Why would you be saying bunny? I have the bunny avatar, but I look like a Kasatha without the extra arms, which is to say I almost look human, except for the head a little, which is about halfway between kasatha and human.


Hunter William wrote:
Illethianai "Spot" Horebanis wrote:


"Bunny! Bunny tal'? 'Ad 'oo much too drin'. Star' 'lucinatin', too much too drin'!"

Why would you be saying bunny? I have the bunny avatar, but I look like a Kasatha without the extra arms, which is to say I almost look human, except for the head a little, which is about halfway between kasatha and human.

Oops! Corrected! Blame it on real-life distractions. Which I need to go take care of...


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4
Illethianai "Spot" Horebanis wrote:

"'Ank 'oo! Golem-man not 'eal. Poli', though. St'ange man poli' too! Nice 'lucinashuns!"

Thank you. I forgot to introduce myself, the name's, Hunter William. I'm a Kasathaling in-case you were wondering


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Hazel's thoughts of pie and glory in the city watch were interrupted as a parade of unusual people filed into the tavern, one after another. She blinked in surprise at the centaur, stared with amazement at the metal man and the (self-proclaimed) kasathaling and raised an eyebrow at the drunken woman. Then she noticed that each one carried an application form just like the one she had picked up.

Hmm, looks like we're all after the same thing. Pay attention and play nice Hazel; these could be some of your future partners!

She stands up and walks over to where the small group has congregated. "Looks like you could use a good cup of coffee before you get started on that application," Hazel says, addressing the drunken woman. She then sniffs the air. "Might want to make it the whole pot, actually. You smell positively pickled!"


Male Human Barbarian 1|| hp: 14/14 (subdual) 14/14
Stats:
AC13/Touch11/Flat 12 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +0 | Init +1
Skills:
Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +0, Survival + 4

He jerked back for a moment when the feline female spoke suddenly. He had somehow missed her entirely. Without thinking he reached over to give the catwoman a scritch behind the ears... but he caught himself just before touching her. "Sorry i..." He colored and focused on spelling his name in the spot the helpful golem thing 'Everest' had pointed out. That one he knew. He wrote carefully in large block letters.

KVELLTORIN CRASSUS

The drunk maids words once more made him glance to the man speaking with her. He was a bit... wary of him. Mostly he knew it was because of the fact he was taking a lot of time with the drunken lass beside him. Before he got married, he well remembered the effects of alchohol on judgement... though the man mentioned something about being on the watch, perhaps he was just trying to keep on eye out on her and wasnt taking advantage.

"This part here, about A ddress... My wife feels like the lengthy cloth skirts she has been wearing under her armor when she wears it is like your two legged kinds clothing or dress... I havent felt comfortable in them but I could wear them i suppose. Are they asking for color or something? He asked a little confusedly, both to the catgirl and the golem thingand well to any around them including the short pretty maid with the multi hued eyes.

Sczarni

"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2

"Address. The form is asking for the code that denotes your domicile's current physical location, in example 661 E. Tavern Road."

He points a finger at the paper. "And afterwards, we are currently within the city boundaries of the city of Absalom. Traditional female garb is not required for the occupation of security personnel."

Glancing around, Everest seems on edge before flatly saying "Oh, my. We've become surrounded. Greetings, varied sapient species. My designation is Everest. Is everyone here applying for the town guard?"


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4

Hunter, looks over at everest. You seem smart, you must have done this before. As far as people applying for town guard? I've worked her for several years, I would assume yes and there will probably be many more applicants. We hope to set up job interviews before the end of the week.

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Hey, nobody is hired yet.


Spot grinned at Hunter.

"Im Spot! Nish ta meet 'oo! 'Oo nice!"

She waves hello to Hazel then and grins. "Im fine! Jus' ned uh pen. Fill ou' foom und be gard!"

She sways from side to side on the seat a moment; quite possibly, she is too drunk to stand without help.

Then Spot blinked.

"Oh! Ki'! Ki' in the 'ack!" She begins to shrug the coat off, only to find it too bulky. "'Elp? Ned off; ki' in 'ack wi' pen. Can fill ou' foom wi' i'! Blanke' in way!"

She then nods to Everest. "Yes! Be gard!"


Male Meat Popsicle Feng Shui Failure 7 / Rogue 6 / Dabbler 12

Normal has always been a relative term, Oz was educated enough to realize that. When he got a tip that this was likely going to be his only chance to keep himself in the Watch he realized that what he had come to expect as being 'normal' was about to be horribly shaken up. Cognitive dissonance aside, he had to stay in the Watch. If he did not stay in the Watch... well... what else was there?

So, Oz adjusted the his jacket slightly to hide chain shirt he wore under it a little better and unconsciously checked his sword. He had no idea what he would find beyond those doors and if things had gone smoothly, then he would not be opening them at all. Yet here he was. Gathering his resolve, Oz pushed the doors open and took stock of the gathered figures. The others were treated to the sight of Oswyn Edgcombe, perhaps the most normal looking person to walk in so far. He was tall, an easy six feet and change, but rather lanky. At first glance he was unremarkable, verging on handsome but men like him were a dime a dozen in this city. His brown hair was a likely once cut in a austerely military style but it had grown a little shaggy. His blue eyes were shaded by a sharp brow and had the appearance of a slight squint. Give him a few years to sand the youth off and he would be a dashing fellow.

Once the door swung closed behind him and he had gotten a look at the other applicants, he promptly turned, walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of Oldlaw and knocked it back without so much as a wince to his credit. The whiskey burning its way through his gut, he turned to the others and looked for a form.

"There a spare application laying around?" He asked no one in particular.

Sczarni

"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2

The mechanical man continues to coach Kvell. "Then, there, is previous employment. I assume the request is for your job title. I suggest using exaggeration to make yourself seem more important. For example, my last employment was as a traveller. I wrote down 'traveller.' For argument's sake, this is a bad example."

Everest slowly turns to stare at the drunken woman.

"I apologize. I do not recognize these speech patterns as language."


Male Human Barbarian 1|| hp: 14/14 (subdual) 14/14
Stats:
AC13/Touch11/Flat 12 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +0 | Init +1
Skills:
Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +0, Survival + 4

"Oh, I was a caravan guard till me and the wife ended up here in the city. Back when we traveled with the tribe i was a hunter. He said helpfully moving to write down the answer but he paused. How does one spell Caravan guard?" he asked, he was at least aware that his spelling was terrible. He frowned at the application not wanting to mess it up. The human who came in and ordered the shot spoke and Kvell helpfully answered, glad to take the distraction of his question away from his spelling problems.

There was a board outside that held them right across the road there." He offered taking another long pull of the ale. It wasnt bad at all, weak really he could surely have another while filling out the application. He waved to the tender and pointed at his large mug again. Waiting for hopefully Everest golem to answer his spelling problem.


"You are very precise, metal man designated 'Everest'. I did mean you smell of nothing apart from your armor smell...no flesh..." she sniffs him, still intrigued and likely far too close for personal comfort, if Everest defines such things that is.

She grins, flashing her fangs, then plucks the pencil from his preferred hand.

"So, this 'exaggeration' you mention for previous jobs...do you think 'locator of things people thought they had lost or misplaced' or 'surprise tester of household security' would sound better?" she chews the end of the pencil, seemingly lost in thought.

Anyone with a point in Sense Motive can tell she's very likely playing a game, despite sounding very serious.

She looks to the centaur as he orders another drink, and behind his head as he signals to the tender, holds up her hand to indicate two jacks of ale should be delivered. She leans in and says quietly
"If I were you, I wouldn't go home and ask Mrs Centaur if you can borrow one of her dresses, you don't want her to get the wrong idea about what you're up to..." she tips him a wink.


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4
Wolfwaker wrote:
Hey, nobody is hired yet.

I thought you were checking our backstories, I had him working for the watch for six years. I can change that, but that was in my backstory. I could just say he lived around here for six years and has been trying to get into the watch. If he isn't accepted you could say he quit or was fired.

Edit:Fixed my backstory to show that he lived in this town for six years, was well known by the watch, but never had time to join the watch and is just now trying to get in for real


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4
Everest wrote:

The mechanical man continues to coach Kvell. "Then, there, is previous employment. I assume the request is for your job title. I suggest using exaggeration to make yourself seem more important. For example, my last employment was as a traveller. I wrote down 'traveller.' For argument's sake, this is a bad example."

Everest slowly turns to stare at the drunken woman.

"I apologize. I do not recognize these speech patterns as language."

Hunter turns to everest I understand her well enough. She is speaking common, but her speech is slurred right now. I will gladly translate for her. She said thank you. She just needed a pen to fill out her form and was glad you were here to help.


Spot sways a bit on her seat, then reaches to grab the bar and steady herself. She shakes her head, then smiles.

"Ta'dane! Spekking Ta'dane!" She then considers, before switching to Varisian, which comes out just as slurred. "'Ow's t'is?"

Spot grinned, before looking over to Celenna as the woman pondered what to put on her form. She switched back to Taldane for this.

"F'eelance locksmi'. F'iend o' my used that tihtle."

Then she grinned. Sadly, she's too drunk to notice Celenna is playing a game.

Then she nods to Hunter. "Yes! Ned uh pen! One in 'ack. Ned blanke' off!"


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4

Spot, how do you know six languages with only 14 int? You begin play with common and celestial and one language for every 2 points above 10. Do you have linguistics as a skill?
Everest doesn't have a list of languages he can speak, at least I don't see his? Are you limited to common only? with 15 intelligence, you might want those 2 extra languages


Male Human Barbarian 1|| hp: 14/14 (subdual) 14/14
Stats:
AC13/Touch11/Flat 12 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +0 | Init +1
Skills:
Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +0, Survival + 4
Fiendish Zen wrote:

"You are very precise, metal man designated 'Everest'. I did mean you smell of nothing apart from your armor smell...no flesh..." she sniffs him, still intrigued and likely far too close for personal comfort, if Everest defines such things that is.

She grins, flashing her fangs, then plucks the pencil from his preferred hand.

"So, this 'exaggeration' you mention for previous jobs...do you think 'locator of things people thought they had lost or misplaced' or 'surprise tester of household security' would sound better?" she chews the end of the pencil, seemingly lost in thought.

Anyone with a point in Sense Motive can tell she's very likely playing a game, despite sounding very serious.

She looks to the centaur as he orders another drink, and behind his head as he signals to the tender, holds up her hand to indicate two jacks of ale should be delivered. She leans in and says quietly
"If I were you, I wouldn't go home and ask Mrs Centaur if you can borrow one of her dresses, you don't want her to get the wrong idea about what you're up to..." she tips him a wink.

Kvell blinked at the catfolk maid after she winked at him and stood there for a moment slightly looking embaressed. was she.. no she couldnt be flirting with me, that would be strange. He thought glad the next round of ale arrived to break up the slight awkward moment he felt.He was glad his wife wasnt here, she would have probably hit the catmaid and then slapped him a good one just to make sure. She sure was jealous sometimes. His words brightened considerably when he spoke next, of his wife.

"I dont think my wife would care, we have seen the you know horses people ride, well the armored ones, before with the cloth covering their armor. She thinks it might help the average cloth wearing citizen around here take to us better. You should have seen the row that was caused when she went to the market without a shirt on a few weeks ago. We learned that 'topless' is a bad thing for females in these parts. She said she understood though i certainly dont."

He shrugged and since evidently no one else knew how to spell Caravan guard correctly he filled it out to the best of his ability. He wrote 'KARAVAN GARD' on the appropriate line and glanced at the next line sounding the words out in his mind.


Hunter William wrote:

Spot, how do you know six languages with only 14 int? You begin play with common and celestial and one language for every 2 points above 10. Do you have linguistics as a skill?

Everest doesn't have a list of languages he can speak, at least I don't see his? Are you limited to common only? with 15 intelligence, you might want those 2 extra languages

That was the mistake I spotted on the sheet. I originally had her Int score as higher and forgot to change language counts. When I edit it after class tonight, I'm going to correct that. I'm also going to hunt for other mistakes.


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Hazel begins to feel slightly overwhelmed as more and more people keep entering the tavern, applications in hand. Normally, this would make her grumpy and indeed she considered returning to her seat. It was about that time however that Kvell begins relaying the tale of his topless wife at the market and instead of turning on her heel and walking away, she snorts with laughter. Not wanting to cause offense, Hazel quickly tries to adopt a straight face.

"Yes, well, you have to understand that a lot of societies view being unclothed in public as...indecent. Nakedness is something to be reserved for bathing and, uh...private time with a willing mate." Hazel's face turns slightly pink. Of all the things she'd expected to do today, explaining clothing cultural norms to a centaur hadn't been on the list.

Sczarni

"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2

"Either of those sound like plausible job security titles, miss. However, I must warn you that a pencil is not a suitable replacement for normal dietary nutrition."

Hazel Stokes wrote:
Hazel's face turns slightly pink. Of all the things she'd expected to do today, explaining clothing cultural norms to a centaur hadn't been on the list.

"I agree with the young female on the topic at hand," Everest says flatly. "This explanation seems to fit well in-line with accepted societal norms in Absalom."


Female

As yet another posible applicant walks in a few of the taverns regular denizens avert their gaze recognizing the all too familiar silhouette and rattling of wood, leather, and steel together in the familiar warning rattle of a duelist.

Yet, the shapely pale feminine figure that steps through the door would not fit anyone's idea of a duelist, even a feminine duelist born of a hard street life riddled with the scars of victory and defeat. Rather, it seems someoen went to one of those taverns where the girls use towels on the tables with more cloth on them than their outfits took one of those women and dressed her up in a duelists costume and then, to top everything off they planted a pair of oversized bunny ears atop her soft silvery head of hair.

A few of the men, ignorant of the woman and her reputation among certain circles, can do nothing but lewdly gawk at the feature of their preference. One man, an older gentlemen not known for any outward religious beliefs began to whisper a prayer of praise to Calistria, goddess of wasps, vengeance, and kinky sex.

Striding forward with a slight sway that made the men hold their breath she calmly took the application from the desk and finds a seat in a quiet corner with her back to the wall. One man reaches out, where his cautious friend slaps it away and whispers hurriedly in his ear. That said friend had a wooden hand was merely a coincidence.

She filled out the application carefully, frowning only slightly when the paper came to "please list all of your previous occupations".

She filled out the first ten entries it gave, then continued filling out the blank space on the back of the page before in frustration she got up from her chair and grabbed another three sheets and began filling out the backs of those.


Male Meat Popsicle Feng Shui Failure 7 / Rogue 6 / Dabbler 12

When Oz returned with an application he found that yet another oddity had joined the collection of hopefuls. He sat down and wrote slowly, his handwriting was careful but narrow and hard to read at first glance. He periodically ran a hand through his hair as he sat hunched over the application as though it were trying to get away. Almost as often, he glanced at the bunny-eared newcomer.

It was notable, though, that his gaze did not linger on any comely curves or pouty lips but on her ears. His looks were not salacious either, mostly he seemed to be taking stock of her, trying to figure out what she was.

As the skritch skritch skritch of pen on paper continued it became obvious he was giving all the other applicants the same treatment, bit by bit. His eyes were worryingly perceptive as well. It took a moment but each time he focussed on someone new it was as though something clicked and suddenly they were being studied by something a little sinister.


Male Human Barbarian 1|| hp: 14/14 (subdual) 14/14
Stats:
AC13/Touch11/Flat 12 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +0 | Init +1
Skills:
Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +0, Survival + 4

The centaur however was not as wise perhaps as the others. He stared and blinked.He had been about to say something so his mouth hung open for a moment. She exuded this sense of danger mixed with exotic beauty... She reminded him of his wife. That made him smile half goofily and he shook his head for a moment glancing away. His wife would have slapped him, or given him a sharp elbow to the side. For some reason he had a feeling would do something simular if he was caught oogling her.
Cat girls and bunny girls, and even strange tiny maids with multi colored eyes...This town was indeed varied and interesting. He glanced to the drunkenm maid a moment then back to the cat maid and finally back to the metallic man Everest. "Do metal men drink anything? In my tribe it was customary to repay" He paused a moment as his mind tried to think back to what he had first said about pencils...Something about chairs he thought. "repay those who do a fellow a good deed. This pencil indeed was useful." He finished flashing the strange metal creature a smile.


Freelance locksmith?! I kind of like that one Celenna grins at the still-sozzled Spot.

At Everest's mention of her chewing, she takes the pencil out of her mouth and looks at it like she's never seen it before. She proffers the writing implement back to its owner, and you notice her sharp teeth have created another pointed end.

So, I borrowed one and returned two, can't say fairer than that she gently bats Everest on the arm companionably. It's pleasant to be in your company, you have quite the way with people it seems. She gestures at the small crowd that seems to have formed around their table.

Glancing down at the application in front of the centaur, she reads the details.

Kvell, I'm Celenna, nice to meet you. So does your wife not want to join the watch? she asks suddenly, like it's then most important question in the world. Her tail curls up and looks like it's waving, anyone following the direction will see it's waving at Mr Arvenus in a cheeky fashion.


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4
Ptolmaeus Arvenus wrote:

When Oz returned with an application he found that yet another oddity had joined the collection of hopefuls. He sat down and wrote slowly, his handwriting was careful but narrow and hard to read at first glance. He periodically ran a hand through his hair as he sat hunched over the application as though it were trying to get away. Almost as often, he glanced at the bunny-eared newcomer.

It was notable, though, that his gaze did not linger on any comely curves or pouty lips but on her ears. His looks were not salacious either, mostly he seemed to be taking stock of her, trying to figure out what she was.

As the skritch skritch skritch of pen on paper continued it became obvious he was giving all the other applicants the same treatment, bit by bit. His eyes were worryingly perceptive as well. It took a moment but each time he focussed on someone new it was as though something clicked and suddenly they were being studied by something a little sinister.

perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

Hunter moves over to OZ, as he notices he has an eye out for the tiefling. Hey you seem to have your eye on that girl, she seems quiet and shy, you should go talk to her. She is a tiefling if you're into that. I would know, because race has a little bit of tiefling in them.
Hunter finally finishes the rest of his application and hands it in.

Unless you already are next to that girl, then my character would not have come over there are said that, there is no map, but I'm assuming you aren't near her


Male

Corvus smiles as he fills out his application. It is so nice to not be the strangest thing in the room. Heading to the city was certainly the right choice. He finishes up the application with his first ale. The paperwork complete he puts away his ink and pen before heading to the bar. He is pleased the cat has decided she was more interested in the centaur. It seem somehow . . . Risky . . . For anything with wings to make friends with a cat. Even so it seemed likely some of these people would end up companions in the watch so he headed over to the crowed.

I guess word that he watch was recruiting really got out. My name is Corvus. It seems we may end up working together. What has brought you to the city.


Male Meat Popsicle Feng Shui Failure 7 / Rogue 6 / Dabbler 12

Oz leaned back from his and studied the creature addressing him, "Oh, I've got my eye on everyone here. Tell me what you see there, besides the obvious" nodding his head to the tiefling. A healthy bit of paranoia never hurt anyone, least of all him. The last time he did not have an excellent understanding of his surroundings, it had cost him his job.

Sczarni

"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2

To Kvell:
He nods once. "My power supply requires sustenance on par with an organism of my size in order to remain fully operational. Poison such as alcohol will not suffice, however. A biscuit or other small, compact foodstuff is the ideal object for my needs."

Everest continues, his entire body still yet his voice pleasant and mirthful. "And it was no large expenditure of energy on my part. I'm simply following my Code of Conduct. I'm pleased to have been of service."

To Celenna:
"Ah! The very nature of my pencil has been changed. Interesting-- thank you. I apologize for accusing you of destruction of property."

Sczarni

"It appears masculine..." "I think it's an android..." LN Android Slayer 2

Turning in his seat rigidly, Everest addresses the red-faced changeling and the drunken aasimar. "Greetings. My designation is Everest."

He holds the two-sided pencil out to them in two fingers. His face looks like it should be smiling, but it is still woefully blank. "While it's nature has significantly changed, this object remains a pencil. You seem to have an ocular abnormality; You are devastatingly inebriated. Do either of you request instruction or assistance on filling out your form?"


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4
Ptolmaeus Arvenus wrote:
Oz leaned back from his and studied the creature addressing him, "Oh, I've got my eye on everyone here. Tell me what you see there, besides the obvious" nodding his head to the tiefling. A healthy bit of paranoia never hurt anyone, least of all him. The last time he did not have an excellent understanding of his surroundings, it had cost him his job.

Hunter answers back with a smile. I can see that you are nervous, I can see that you want this job, but I can definitely tell that you mean business. I can definitely tell you that almost every single applicant here is of an unusual race. And I can also tell you that if you don't make a move on her soon, someone else will, but not me, because I've got my eye on someone else


Male Human Barbarian 1|| hp: 14/14 (subdual) 14/14
Stats:
AC13/Touch11/Flat 12 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +0 | Init +1
Skills:
Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +0, Survival + 4

"My wife?" he began all broad smiles again. It was probably pretty apparent that he thought the world of his mate. "I would have thought she would have jumped at this opportunity, she is a well she is wonderful with a bow in her hands, and she certainly gives me more than a fair share of bruises when we train with each other. I dont think she likes it here really. She has been so moody in the morning lately. She had been ill a lot, in the early mornings recently but she went to some herb dealer and seems to be feeling better. Im shocked she is letting me even apply, She seemed to think suddenly this was the most dangerous thing in the world." He chuckled a bit at that thought.

" Do you Celenna have a mate?" He asked his eyes drawn to the bird man where they widened. Well i'll be." He muttered to himself half turning back to Everest. Barkeep! Get my metal friend here some sort of biscut. He has been most helpful!" He called out his eyes drawn to the curvy bunny again for a moment before turning back to those nearest him.

certainly not ignoring you miss hazel! so much hubbub. *lawls*


Male Meat Popsicle Feng Shui Failure 7 / Rogue 6 / Dabbler 12

The questing look left Oz's eye as something sank in, "Wait, what? You think that I- that she-" He rubbed his stubbly chin with a hand, "Pal, I came here for work and not to chase skirts, so stow the dating advice. Frankly, I couldn't give a rat's arse just what any of you are so long as it don't get in the way of the job or try to eat me."


Female

Choose from among these cups but beware, where the true grail brings immortality, the false grail only brings death.

Frowning as she finally finishes the application the bunny woman rubs her wrist thoughtfully before loudly cracking her hands together adn with a sigh passing the stack of papers on to the appropriate recruiter whose gaze falls just a bit too long near her chest.

Taking a seat at the bar her sword and buckler rattling the entire way she signals the bartender over and orders a drink in a voice that's tomboyish and at the edge of sultry. "Pint of Old Ed's porter. You know the one I like."

Giving the nod of familiar bartenders everywhere he takes a cup and pulls a long draught of dark amber beer from a nearby keg and places it in front of her.


Spot had finally given up on getting the military jacket off and was mostly just looking around, humming lightly to herself as she took in the sights. She smiled to herself at all of the amazing hallucinations; she was seeing cat people and bird people and centaurs and what seemed like a golem and... It was a blast to be surrounded by so many not real people! And they were interacting so realistically! She silently wished most of her drunken hallucinations were this capable of rational thought.

Them Everest's comment drew her attention.

"Im Spot! Nish ta meet 'oo! 'Oo nice 'lucinashun!"

She grinned drunkenly. "Yes! Ned to fill ou' foom! Be gard! Pinshil wor'! 'Ank 'oo!"

She reaches up to accept the pencil and, if handed it, begins to fill out the application. And though her text is a drunken scrawl, it still manages to be readable; one can make out the name "Spot" on her form and that her previous occupation was as a freelance marriage adviser. Her qualifications are listed as "I can do magic." Though, she stares at one spot in confusion.

"Add'ess? Wha' ci'y ih t'is?"


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4

Hunter leaves the man alone to his business.
perception: 6 + 1d20 ⇒ 6 + (1) = 7 to see if he notices spot trying to remove her jacket. Nope that's a failure, so he cannot rush over to help her remove the jacket. I don't know, 7 might be enough to notice it. DM, do I notice this and help her remove her jacket?


Male Meat Popsicle Feng Shui Failure 7 / Rogue 6 / Dabbler 12

Oz finishes the rest of his application and hands it in to the recruiter. Once done he looks over to spy Hunter again. Sidling up next to the odd fellow, he sheepishly runs a hand through his hair, switching from wannabe-tough to uncertain young man awfully quick.

"I mean... unless you think I-uh, what's the lifespan of a tiefling?"


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4
Ptolmaeus Arvenus wrote:

Oz finishes the rest of his application and hands it in to the recruiter. Once done he looks over to spy Hunter again. Sidling up next to the odd fellow, he sheepishly runs a hand through his hair, switching from wannabe-tough to uncertain young man awfully quick.

"I mean... unless you think I-uh, what's the lifespan of a tiefling?"

If you are speaking to me, you would have to be really loud, because I'm not near your character right now


Male Meat Popsicle Feng Shui Failure 7 / Rogue 6 / Dabbler 12

I thought I mentioned approaching him, unless that wasn't clear.


Male Human Barbarian 1|| hp: 14/14 (subdual) 14/14
Stats:
AC13/Touch11/Flat 12 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +0 | Init +1
Skills:
Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +0, Survival + 4

Kvell the young fool he was, couldnt but help to notice the cute bunnied eared girl at the bar now. "Nice ears!" he said smiling pleasently "Do they help you hear things?" He added licking his lips and glancing at his empty mug again. He really shouldnt, Usephani had been on him about how much he drank recently but what was a 3rd ale? its not like they were expensive really. He waved at the barkeep for another refill, turning and noticing the multi hued pretty lass still who was turning pink. "we get that now, well after it was explained to us. It still doesnt make much sense to me though, I mean, you women folk feed babies there right? It seems no more indecent to me than watching people kiss or holding hands but different ways here in the city i guess... oh.. and your in Absolom Spot." He was glad that one fellow wasnt well hovering near the drunken maid at the moment.
Well he knew it wasnt his place to watch over ever drunken person in the city, but he was applying to be a guard right. Protecting people was the idea of the job. He reached over once more without meaning to and scritched behind Celenna's ear. So many pretty maids about in this tavern he was sort of glad Usephani had left him alone for the time being. He had no doubts she would be...angry. She was so silly jealous some times.


Male Human Guntank Gunslinger 4: Init:4, Spd:20, HP: 40/40, AC:20(22 with shield), FF:18(20), T:12. Fort:7, Ref:7, Will:3, Perception:10, Grit:4/4
Ptolmaeus Arvenus wrote:
I thought I mentioned approaching him, unless that wasn't clear.

I speak to him in a low voice, so noone else can hear. Don't know about maximum age, but she would have to be between 64 and 108 to look between 15 to 25 in human years. I however, am not tiefling, I just have a little bit in me and I'm probably a lot younger than her.

Berry, I looked at your character profile for reference to answer his question, starting age of a tiefling for a swashbuckler is 66 and max age for that is 96, so how are you 24? I mean with 24 in tiefling you would look like you were 6 when I compare you to a human.


Female

A better question is how do they work in lore that way? They don't.

Eccardian Drovenge (from council of thieves) is the younger brother to his 30 something sister and he's most definitely an adult (and a level 16 charater to boot). If he worked as you state the plot would fall apart as he would have been a mere toddler by the time the AP takes place. There are dozens of examples like that all the way up to the most recent AP's and modules. If you ask me whoever wrote that particular bit about age should've got slapped with the editing stick.

That being said, the only thing consistent about Tieflings is inconsistency. So hunter's surmise may very well be correct. Or very very wrong.


Female
Kvell wrote:
Kvell the young fool he was, couldnt but help to notice the cute bunnied eared girl at the bar now. "Nice ears!" he said smiling pleasently "Do they help you hear things?"

For what it's worth. I'm sorry.

The bunny womans body goes rigid and a few of the more panicky drinkers flee the premises.

There's a tense moment where she slowly loosens and in one single draught she downs her entire pint. With a sharp sigh she wipes the spare ale from full lips and turns smiling sweetly at the centaur.

Sliding off the stool heavy boots clomp over to Kvell as she bends slightly looking on in mock admiration at the well built horseman.

"Oh myyyy~ Look at youuu~ You're the first man ever to ask me that question! Hmmmm let me take a look at youuu~" Circling around to the rear of kvell she gasps in awe at what she sees at the rear. "Oh! Can I ask you a question?"


Male Human Barbarian 1|| hp: 14/14 (subdual) 14/14
Stats:
AC13/Touch11/Flat 12 | Fort+6/Ref+1/Will +0 | Init +1
Skills:
Stealth + 0, Perception +4, Sense Motive +0, Survival + 4

The centaur tilted his head when the bunny girl approached him "Sure i dont suppose there is any harm in questions." He began smiling helpfully. The scattering patrons confused him for a moment. He did partially turn around to address her, it was rude to speak to ones back. Get our new friend here another drink." He called to the bar keep oblivious to any potential troubles.

No worries I realized it was liable to get her angry. *lawls*

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