Happy to meet you all. But I be much better company washed. Got some clean water? Methinks we'll all be chatty once we've had a chance t'get cleaned up.
Duncan then dumps all the extra armor and weapons he'd been carrying, running an eye for the choice bits.
Ye look like this one'd fit ye, Elf. Hardly any blood on it., he says holding up a chain shirt.
Andrea silently follows the group, her eyes darting around the darkening streets wondering if if one of the shadowbeasts might decide to strike early. Entering the safehouse, she nods nods to everyone. How do you do, I am Andrea. Like Kenji I have growing concerns about the growing presence of the creatures that lurk outside in the darkness and the increasing restrictive nature of the city. Hopefully there will be opportunities to rectify that.
Andrea gets back into her robes, thankful that she was spared taking a sewer dive like several of the of the other party members.
What about ye, girl? Ye bestowed a healing touch on meself in there. Never met the cleric who couldn't wear some chain. I can make this fit ye with but a minute o'chinchin' up. What god ye worship by the way?
Why thank you very much. Will the chain shirt be better than leather? I am not very strong and heavy armor would weigh me down..
Andrea pauses a bit. The Lady of Graves guides my steps, I hope that my skills will continue to prove useful in our endeavors. Andrea crosses her toes.
"Hello, my name is John." John says to the group, adding "I also would like to get cleaned before we continue any more discussion." John will then go t where they are told they can get cleaned and does so. When he is done he starts cleaning his armor.
Why thank you very much. Will the chain shirt be better than leather? I am not very strong and heavy armor would weigh me down..
Andrea pauses a bit. The Lady of Graves guides my steps, I hope that my skills will continue to prove useful in our endeavors. Andrea crosses her toes.
Duncan runs a smith's eye over Andrea's figure.
Hmmm, well there ain't much to ya that's fer sure. But this here shirt weighs about 25lbs.Any fool wants to be swinging an axe should be wearing the best they can get. I'd say wear the chain shirt, a mace an that other crossbow and ye're set. Leave the carrying o what we take off our enemies to me and the big lug. No sense t'be slowing yeself down. I'll happily carry the extra.gear so long as yer willin t'ask ye goddess fer the odd blessing.
Very well, I will see how I perform in such armor Andera chooses the chain shirt for now.
on potions
Andrea as you look over the trinkets you realize that:
The perception check:
Lemme look at them potions.
Duncan casts detect magic
This is very pretty blue liquid although I have no idea of the nature of them.
Of course Andrea would not understand the type of potions.
Duncan they are a light blue an sweet taste, cure light with the spellcraft.
correct. the couple cure mods they had they sucked down.
Shinon bows politely to the group. "My name is Shinon. A pleasure to meet you all. If you would excuse me..." He quickly rushes to a place of cleaning and scrubs the dirt and grime out of his hair, skin and clothes for a full hour before finally he comes back, looking very presentable.
"I'm not an elf," Shinon replies crossly as Duncan misspoke yet again. "One of my parents is Elven, but that doesn't mean that I'm anything like those snooty arcane law-breaking knife-eared bastards. And I don't wear anything heavier than leather unless it's made of mithral, but thank you for the suggestion. Chain like that restricts my movement, and I'd prefer to be as limber and silent as possible when I'm hunting."
Facing the large group, Shinon clears his throat and mutters, "Alright, well, if you need me, I'll be in the other room." He quickly dashes into an empty hall and sits down on the floor, panting, trying to catch his breath. He finds himself feeling very unsafe. Any one of those people in there could potentially be an enemy. They were all likely armed. What would happen if Shinon upset one of them by accident? They'dallturnonhim. Theywouldkillhimandstabhimandmakehimbleedoverandoveruntilfinallyhecollapsed frompainandchokedonhisownblood.
Shinon gripped his head in his hands and coughed, taking sharp quick breaths that barely provided him any air. His chest felt tight. "Ican'tgobackintherethey'llkillmethey'llkillmethey'llallkillme. I'm just going to...going to...sit here and try to stay calm. As long as I don't talk they can't kill me so I won't talk I'll just sit here yes that's a good idea. Just sit here out of the way...they'll probably forget I'm even here..."
To shinon:
Larko a quiet but polite young man comes over and slides down near you. He is muscular, a human, he nods at you. Not speaking then finally mustering a,"I'm Larko...work the docks for years, before that my parents an I lived east of the westcrown as farmers and hunters, until the purge by the Rack happened....then, I went to the docks," he is silent after that.
Andrea blinks a bit at Shinon's hasty retreat. Janiven, perhaps you should check in on Shinon, he seems to have an aversion to crowds.
Andrea turns to Duncan and the others. So once we have finished sorting out what we have found, what should we do next? One armiger did escape so he might be able to tell others who we are, but we might be fortunate in that regard and at least go back to our place sof work for a while or at least to get any possessions we left there and come back here in order to determine our next course of action.
Shinon is not responsive. He appears to not have heard the man speak or have even noticed his approach. He continues to clutch his head in his hands and ramble to himself in soft whispers. His eyes are bloodshot and his body is twitching violently.
Janieven states, He could try to describe us but odds are he saw very little. he was young and new but the story he will tell is about raging attackers 7 feet tall with wild magic, how else could he have justified leaving.. She looks back to Shinon and Larko, he needs to sort thing out in his mind.
After a few minutes, Shinon blinks rapidly and starts to cough, choking as he tries to take a few deep breaths, the larger amount of air causing his lungs to swell up painfully. He shakes his head and takes a few more deep breaths, slowly letting his legs and arms stretch out from the ball they were curled in.
Shinon blinks a few more times and looks around. "Huh? Where...oh. Hello. I know you...it's...Larko, right?" Shinon asks, glancing at the man beside him.
Shinon is not responsive. He appears to not have heard the man speak or have even noticed his approach. He continues to clutch his head in his hands and ramble to himself in soft whispers. His eyes are bloodshot and his body is twitching violently.
Larko lets Shinon's emotions flow, not interrupting or causing him to be unsettled. "Battle must be terrible, not the glory those less knowing speak about. To kill is not suppose to be pleasure but there is so much evil around this city and the selective enforcement of the "LAW' is disgusting.
A young bulking man sits in the corner, "Mister Duncan, may I ask a question. I'm Ermolos, I understand your pound iron, i ...um try to do so meself. Me master spends lots of time in the drink, I'm wonderin' if ye have time to teach me a few finer points.' his eyes are a bit wide and he tosses one of the long sword on the table that the group gather...commenting, it was typical quality.
He is wearing a really nice looking hand ax and dagger.
Shinon sighs and looks up at Janiven in the other room. "Yes. Battle is terrible. But the idea of not fighting, and not saving the people that are important to me, and even the people who aren't important, just innocent, that's not acceptable. I'd rather be a paranoid warrior of justice than a sane and happy coward."
Shinon clenched his hands into fists and stood up. "Thanks for talking with me, Larko. I think I'll be okay here now. I just needed a few minutes to clear my head." Shinon kneels down and offers Larko a hand to help him stand up.
Larko takes the hand offered, I believe in individual freedom, without the intrusion of government in our lives. But i believe in the rightful law without favoritism and with goodness at its core. We do not have that here in this city...Shinon. looking in Shinon's eyes. Are you here to lead or sulk, he trembles.
Once I am properly clean, probably cleanest I've been in a while, I return to the room of talkers and busy bodies, rather than jump in I merely take a seat in the corner and watch and listen. This is their land. They know it best. I want to help but I should wait and listen to what they have planned. I do not feel the need to speak unless spoken too.
Once again, to any of the NPC onlookers, I am clearly a foreigner in appearance, dress, speech, and mannerisms. I have no gear or weapons to speak of save a waterskin, the cloths on my back, and the potion I took from one of the knights.
Kenji it is pretty obvious that the wiry girl Mathalen is looking towards you from across the room. As her eyes meet yours, she flushes and dips her head.
The conversation is about the exploits of the newest heroes (at least to their eyes), "Mr. duncan did you really slice a goblin in half? how is that done. Whoa, did John really march out front and hold off 3 hellknights? Kenji you held off three hellknight witt you fists...you have a weapon?" Can you teach me how to shoot a bow, Shinon? Andrea the power of god flows into your fingers?
Googling over the new gear on the table. the trainees look at their heroes....
Anderea nods to the speaker. Yes. My prayers allow me to heal small wounds and other minor miracles but I have a ways to go before the greater miracles of faith are revealed to me.
Andrea then turns to Janiven. Now that we are no longer worrying about the front door being kicked down, perhaps we can continue our conversation from the inn. What about your friend that we were supposed to meet? if he is in the Hellknight's grip , he may very well be giving them information about this safehouse.
Shinon laughed a bit. "Actually, I do have a bit of experience teaching someone how to shoot...I'm sure with a little practice you'll be a regular marksman in no time." He smiled, uncomfortably, but it was still a smile. Shinon rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, he wasn't used to having this much attention centered on him.
John, Sclavo catches you as you finishes your bath. He is sitting outside your room waiting..."sir, I was wondering if we could talk," blushing as he speaks."sir, I'm a lawful man, but I've seen the law do unlawful acts. I mean, not all the Dottari, or the Rack, but members of those groups. How do you justify action against those blanketed by the "law " he is obviously confused.
A young bulking man sits in the corner, "Mister Duncan, may I ask a question. I'm Ermolos, I understand your pound iron, i ...um try to do so meself. Me master spends lots of time in the drink, I'm wonderin' if ye have time to teach me a few finer points.' his eyes are a bit wide and he tosses one of the long sword on the table that the group gather...commenting, it was typical quality.
He is wearing a really nice looking hand ax and dagger.
Duncan considered the request. It was unlikely he'd be able to work openly from now on. Thought of his current apprentice.Ahh, the boy'll be fine. Me kinsman recognised his talent as I did. An he'll need the hands anyway, wit me gone.
He looks at Ermolos, Depends. Did ye make or buy that Axe? And to the rest a ye git uer story straight. I used me hammer not me sword an it was an Armiger I kilt with one blow. The goblin ducked, so that took 2 swings.
The boy takes out both his Ax and dagger handing each hilt to you. "me mark is on each,proudly as he presents his best work to you.(Msw quality)
Everyone is mesmerized by the dwarf. One or two whacks means nothing...they see a hero a leader in their vision.
I notice Mathalen looking at me. I wave and smile a bit awkwardly as I am not entirely sure how to take her expression. I find myself unable to concentrate with the attention now and my eyes keep wandering to her. Wondering mostly what the flush was about.
When the question arises about me fighting knights and the comment about weapons, I respond. "Body is weapon and must be tempered rike any sword to be effect. Mind is as good as piece of armor. Best kind of defense in fight is not getting hit."
Janiven comes down after a long bath garbed in silk robes with a scent o jasmine and vanilla.
Let us have food and drink and talk freely, the stout is poured for the table and platter of cold meat, turkey and lamb, and hard cheese is put out. Hard, crusty bread sturdy enough for dipping or sandwiches.
I notice Mathalen looking at me. I wave and smile a bit awkwardly as I am not entirely sure how to take her expression. I find myself unable to concentrate with the attention now and my eyes keep wandering to her. Wondering mostly what the flush was about.
When the question arises about me fighting knights and the comment about weapons, I respond. "Body is weapon and must be tempered rike any sword to be effect. Mind is as good as piece of armor. Best kind of defense in fight is not getting hit."
Mathalen gets up and moves closer sitting near you.
Stories of deeds can offset a 7 Cha. You are dealing with a respective friendly group. Especially when there is hero worshipping.
Shinon grins and sets a bunch of food on his plate. "Ah, this all smells wonderful. Thank you very much." He quickly starts to dig in, the long fight and trek through the sewers has taken a harsh toll on his body and he needs to replenish quite a bit of energy.
Looking up, Shinon's eyebrow cocks as his eyes are obviously drawn to the human woman. He swallows hard. "Th-that's a new look for you. I had no idea that a city guardswoman could be so...feminine."
I shift uncomfortably unsure as to how to handle the sudden attention. Similar to when Janiven was flirting with me when this whole fiasco began. Seeing as she has not said anything of yet, I try my hand at being....social. "So um, I am Kenji, is preasure to meet you. You name Matharen right? So you been wit dis group rong?" I clearly am trying hard to think about each phrase I say so as not to offend.
Fiosa walks over and plops down next to Andrea, "Some like crud we are in now...'eh? I mean, I would die for Arael and Janiven, just seems like without Arael we will be lost...he um...needs to be rescued soon. Arael has vision."
Janiven comes down after a long bath garbed in silk robes with a scent o jasmine and vanilla.
Let us have food and drink and talk freely, the stout is poured for the table and platter of cold meat, turkey and lamb, and hard cheese is put out. Hard, crusty bread sturdy enough for dipping or sandwiches.
Andrea's eyes brighten at this and she actually cracks a wide smile over her usually calm, demure face. She puts a chunk of meat on some bread and sinks her teeth into it, washing the mouthful down with a hearty gulp of stout. Mmm.. excellent fare. Simple repasts are alaways enjoyable when one doesn't have to worry about putting one's elbows on the table. Andrea daintily wipes her lips. It is a shame about the current troubles. The market closes far to early for me to buy things because of those troublesome beasts, perhaps we can arrange night markets for those who keep late hours when the current troubles are dealt with.
I shift uncomfortably unsure as to how to handle the sudden attention. Similar to when Janiven was flirting with me when this whole fiasco began. Seeing as she has not said anything of yet, I try my hand at being....social. "So um, I am Kenji, is preasure to meet you. You name Matharen right? So you been wit dis group rong?" I clearly am trying hard to think about each phrase I say so as not to offend.
She giggles and blushes...'you can talk to me all you want."
She tries unsuccessfully to compose herself, as she clearly is smitten with the accent.
When Andrea speaks of night markets all is quiet.... deathly . The sound of silverware hitting the table... all eyes on Andrea, how do you think we can have night markets? We were only looking at small steps...but the night beast...gasps."
Fiosa walks over and plops down next to Andrea, "Some like crud we are in now...'eh? I mean, I would die for Arael and Janiven, just seems like without Arael we will be lost...he um...needs to be rescued soon. Arael has vision."
Andrea nods to Fiosa and offers her some of the food. Indeed, please join me in eating. Feed your troubles and you will feel better. Andrea pours some stout for Fioa. I haven't met Arael, but Janiven most certainly has passion, I noticed that when we met her at her tavern. Perhaps when Areal is liberated I will be able to see the vision Areal has for this city. Andrea sizes up Fiosa. So what is your part in this city and group?
Shinon scoffed. "The night beasts? You think those will be our biggest problem? No no no. Beasts can be killed. They can be slain, or driven out, or even tamed. No, our biggest problem will be making the nobles of this city answer for their crimes. And getting the people of this city to see the freedom they have. But those beasts? No. That's exactly what we're here to stop. So we might as well consider them dead. I'll hunt them all down myself if I have to."
Shinon looked down at his plate and clenched his fist. "This city be safe for everyone who walks in it, no matter what hour. I guarantee that."
When Andrea speaks of night markets all is quiet.... deathly . The sound of silverware hitting the table... all eyes on Andrea, how do you think we can have night markets? We were only looking at small steps...but the night beast...gasps."
Andrea looks a bit embarassed. Please forgive me for overstepping. I meant that once all troubles are dealt with and we no longer have to fear walking our streets we can concentrate on things like night markets and evening festivals, but as you say, 'small steps' let us concentrate on what we can do now. Andrea makes an bow of her head.
I am just a bit flabbergasted. I too try hard to compose myself. "So, where in west crown you from, these streets? Or one of other areas. Dis prace so big, I not seen it aru yet."
At Scalvo's question, John answers "If those Who are suppose to uphold the law are not themselves capable of following it, Then they are no better than the criminals whom they stop. Just remember that those in authority are still fallible." With that John returns to the group.
To the person who asked if John had fought Hellknights, John replies. "No, I did not or I would not be standing here now. I have seen Hellkinghts in action and even trained with them, they are very strong. Thouse that we fought were no more than trainees, and not very good ones at that."
John will start eating when the food is brought.