"Hey we're in Leipstadt anyways, after drinks did you all want to head over to the residence of the b#++*? I assume she would want to know how things are going."
"And maybe she'll have something to say about my curse this time."
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" Zin you are being illogical again. I will not have you threaten her and if you are not going to be restrained or polite then we will not bring you along. However, your suggest warrants some consideration as an update to our current situation may open her to other such dealings and information. "
"What the hells?"
"When did I mention threatening her again?"
"I don't like her. I think she is a manipulative old hag. But I'd didn't say anything about harming her."
"I in fact didn't even plan to come inside."
"Just because I've said I desire a relationship with you doesn't mean you get any more right to police my personality, the same as I don't expect you to start asking me for permission before whipping someone."
"Damn it. Hurry up Sledge, now I really need a drink. You piss me off." she says to Darius.
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" Nothing about such a relationship has anything to do with what has happened before. I am not one to stoop to such methods and you know that to be true. if you remember correctly I was one person on your side throughout that situation but even you must realize my reaction to that suggestion from your own actions. You DID threaten her. "
Darius shuffles a bit giving a sigh, " However, you are correct that I am not without fault with my words. If I have offended you greatly, I apologize. I should treat you with much more respect and consideration of your own thinking. "
"You're shit at apologizing, you know that?" says Z folding her arms.
"Next time start with, You're right Z."
"And then immediately end with, I'm sorry that I jumped to conclusions."
Z thinks to herself for a moment, "Maybe try to fit beautiful in there somewhere too."
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Darius grins and takes her hand in his, " Hrmph, very well. You were right Zin and I shouldnt have doubted your judgement for it is as impeccable as your beauty. Was that better? "
There spawned only the faint presence of sarcasm.
"That's really awkward. Doesn't feel organic at all, you need to work on that. Where's Amanorm when you ne--" Z clenches her fists suddenly, "...Damn it..." she mutters, before sticking her head back inside the temple door and yelling out, "SLEDGE! I don't care how much you're enjoying yourself! Get out here!"
Darius smirks, " Well of course it isnt organic, I dont expect the situation to come up often, I'm woefully out of practice at apologies when I tend not to be wrong. But I at least wanted to try..."
His face growing somewhat grim, " Amanorn is beyond our help, but later he very well may be. He shouldnt have done what he did... It is a punishment of sorts. "
"Better to be dead than trapped inside your own head. Be quiet." says Z waving Darius' statement away.
Jones is very interested in something about 50 feet down the street.
Sledge walks to the bar, stoically, and order a round of bears for everyone inside.
Sledge walks to the bar, stoically, and order a round of bears for everyone inside.
The bar tender raises his eye at such a request, but whistles and waves over the burliest, Sledge-iest looking men in the bar to come over.
"Hey sailor, how you doin'?"
Darius eyes the men, then Sledge and chuckles, " It seems you have admirers Sledge. Bartender can my particular drink be pretty hard? I'll be needing it for later. "
The orc scratched his chin trying to note the... motive these men seemed to have.
"Hardest thing we've got is is a Dwarvish vodka. They call it Gutpunch, and the name is accurate. Goes down liquid but it hits you like an owlbear a minute later."
The bears in question seem to be ready for a little rough and tumble from your mountain man.
Jones orders something moderately strong, but still agreeable to his constitution. He does his best not to look like an appealing target for bear attacks.
Sledge will have some gutpunch and take a seat.
Z takes two glasses of Brandy.
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Orcius chuckles ,almost uncontrollably as he takes a Gutpunch himself. " Alright, Gutpunch it is then, I'm sure Sledge here is ready to give everyone here a good evening. "
He looks at Zin's order of Brandy and raises a brow, " Careful, I hear that goes down like fire.. Heh. Actually, have you had this before Zin? "
"Wait, Zin, are you old enough to drink?"
" Sledge, I assume you realize this but, if she was old enough to have feelings for another and think of relationships. And I NOT immediately rebuff her, then she is old enough to drink. "
Darius throws back his gutpunch, heartily sure it will give the desired effect.
Z finishes her first glass of Brandy, "Haaah." she says with a long sigh, setting the glass down quickly that had begun to turn orange in her hands.
"I may be young, but I'm still an adult Sledge." she says, though without her usual sharpness of tone, more of a statement of fact.
Z looks at both Sledge and Darius downing their respective glasses of Gutpunch.
"I hope you two can handle that, you still have a visit with the old woman, remember?"
Z looks down at her second glass of Brandy, shrugs, and begins to drink again.
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Sledge downs a bottle.
Jones calmly sips his weaker beverage.
"Personally, I don't see the appeal of attacking one's own cognition with such ferocity."
" Blame my new host body if you need to. Zin, if you knew what I had experienced before coming to the living, you would understand. Besides I doubt an inebriated version of myself would be much different. It's only been.... 20 years since my last time. " Orcius gave a tusked grin before shouting 'Skoll!'
It goes down smoothly, " A little fire, but nothing I can't handle. Do I taste... cinnamon? "
"Yeah, dwarves have got brewing down to a science. Stuff tastes delicious, it's the strength that gets most people." the bartender calls over.
" Well I can't doubt its strength, but we were only offered one drink on Sledge... Tell me, how much would a bottle cost me? "
Z shoots Darius a look, "Perhaps we ought to go see the old woman before getting up to anymore celebrating?"
"It's soon to be late, there is no telling when she might be off to bed at her age."
"Besides that, we have a long trip to Caromarc's ahead of us and I don't intend to carry you."
Z stands from the table, draining her second glass of Brandy as she does so and indicating to the door.
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"Yes, as much fun as it is to watch you two tempt fate with your livers, we still have business to take care of."
Darius rose a from his seat, " I don't intend to drink it now, I will imbibe later when I'm comfortable. Remember, I am the responsible one. "
"Then let's be off." says Z, making her way for the door.
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The bartender calls after you "It's about 100 a bottle!"
Darius moves over to the bartender placing 10 platinums, 7 gold and 5 silver on the table. He then placed his hand out for a bottle, " I'll take that off your hands, use the rest for yourself or some drinks for Sledge's fanclub. Thank you. "
The bartender waves cheerily at you as you leave, and sweeps the coins off the table.
"Thank you, come again!"
Darius goes and accompanies the rest to visit the Order's lower rung, " Who knows Zin, she may have some news for you? "
"I'm not getting my hopes up."
You knock on the door, and when it's answered, Daramid looks surprised to see you.
"And who are you lot...oh, Jones! ...And Zin. What brings you back here?"
"We thought we should give you an update. It has been an eventful journey, though not without difficulties, as Darius can tell you." Jones nods toward the orc standing beside him.
"Perhaps we should come inside to discuss this. And Zin...why don't we meet you at the library afterward?"
He seems to be offering Zin an excuse to leave.
Z nods to Jones, giving no notice of the old woman whatsoever before taking flight on her wings of flame.
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A noticeable grunt comes from Darius as the orc nods, " Yes, a small... mishap here or there. Embarrassing as it is. Before I begin has any progress happened on your side? My story is much more.. lengthy "
"We're having trouble gathering information on the main branch of the Way. The area around Gallowspire has been warded against scrying and teleportation, making things difficult given the terrain around the place. We do know they have managed to acquire most of the ingredients for their plan, which is why I'm curious what you're doing back here...?"
"Because they are now missing one crucial ingredient, the Raven's Head, which found its way into our possession. In order to keep it from falling into the Way's hands, we left it with the local Pharasmin temple. It should be safe there until we have dealt with the Way permanently."
" Well their plan is likely to fail as they will never achieve their crucial portion for it. For reasons of security I cannot tell you what or where said piece is but know it was of great importance. Since we last saw you we had infiltrated the various werewolf clans of the Shudderwood, where the Whispering Way held some influence. This was all for a trade of materials that would eventually lead to ingredient they needed. The werewolves have been, relatively pacified since then. This trade lead to a cult of Dagon which eventual traded one such artifact for another. Currently our task leads us to Caliphas, where I hope to begin the routing process. "
Darius grit his teeth, " I also wanted to know about the progress on material that may pertain Zin's condition. She has, more or less, contributed to your efforts. I expect the same amount of enthusiasm is being applied on your side. While this is clearly for the betterment on Golarion I rather her words on your character be relatively false. "
"Excellent! Though I wouldn't put it past them having a way around that, somehow. Nevertheless, this should at least delay them long enough for us to act."
Darius grit his teeth, " I also wanted to know about the progress on material that may pertain Zin's condition. She has, more or less, contributed to your efforts. I expect the same amount of enthusiasm is being applied on your side. While this is clearly for the betterment on Golarion I rather her words on your character be relatively false. "
"Our efforts in this arena have been...less than fruitful. Without the specific intervention of a deity, there is no practical way to remove such a curse."
"We DID find one ritual in our archives that would cure her curse, and many Oracles in eras past jumped at the chance. However...the curse and her magical powers are intrinsically tied together. Removal of the curse would render her entirely mundane, without any magical aptitude. At least for such delphic powers."
Darius gives an appreciative nod, " Well then, with that we should be on our way. I shall inform her of the situation. You have a fine night Daramid. " Darius giving the unwise Jones a glare before leaving out with a bow.