The scarred dwarf looks at Gruum and cracks a thin smile, "Aye, you'be familar or at least sum of ya's deeds are. Whatcha lookin fer?
Now Lucrezia eyes the other sibling as she enjoys the kiss from Truk. Though her enjoyment and worry are both interrupted by Orsin.
"What's up Orsin? Should we be expecting an attack by vampires at nightfall or something?'
You feel a tug at your waist, Lucrezia, as Orn's giant mitt pulls at you. His growl is vibrating through his hand and your tummy.
Lucrezia waits for Truk's reaction to her being pulled away so that she can sure whether or not she needs to yell at both of the boys.
"If you believe so."
Truk stood his ground as Orn pulls, keeping a grip on Lucrezia's rear with the unyielding strength the beautiful ranger knew intimately. Coarse hair sprouted almong the big orc's square jawline as he matched his brother's growl. Truk's eyes, now golden and wolf-like, switched from Orsin, to his brother, to Lucrezia, and back to Orsin.
I think the wang-measuring is getting ridiculous here. Lucrezia is not a hunk of meat for either of you to fight over. Get your hands off her and pound each other senseless outside if you have to.
Faelyn, enthralled by Melissaa's brown eyes, begins speaking even though everything in his mind is telling him he shouldn't. We actually have. We just finished raiding the... He stops mid sentence and looks at the Dottari across the room. We found an artifact that may hold the key to stopping the threat. Faelyn fails to hide his excitement. That is where I have been since we last spoke. I can not tell you how much of a help Ziz has been.
Lucrezia gives a small yelp of pain as both of their grips become painfully tight.
"Andrea is right guys. I am not something to be used in a tug of war contest and this isn't the kind of pain that I enjoy. So how about both of you easing up on me. You both should also know that any fighting between you two won't change my mind about who I want because I want both of you. So you two need to decide if you can each deal with that or not. I would be willing to work out a schedule with you two if you aren't comfortable with both being with me at the same time, though I must admit that's something I really want to try."
And this why I would rather have had this discussion later in private, but noooo.....You two had to settle this right now.
Truk loosen his grip when he hears Lucrezia's cry of pain. That wasn't a good cry... His eyes went wide as his growing anger quickly turned to disbelief. He looked to Lucrezia and then his brother for a reaction.
Something bout fires bin lit at night. Heard anythin bout a pyro about?
He looks to Janiven to take the lead.
Orn lets go of Lucrezia, then looks back at Orsin, "Why are we dying? Are you a Seer?"
He nods at Gruum, "How much is it worth ta ya, sunny...I know whatcha speak about."
"How does it work...when are you going to use it? excitement in her quivering voice.
Andrea holds her hands out in a calming way. Let us just calm down, take a deep breath and finish our meal. No talking right now about who is with who.
Andrea lightly hand her arm on Orn's as she settles down. Now Orn, all of us are happy you are free, both from prison and slavery. I hope you will join us afterwords when we meet the others. We have quite a bit to tell you.
Andrea begins eating, hoping that for now the confrontation has been cooled off.
Grimm nods, Ye got somewhere fer talkin private business? Some people got big ears and bigger mouths. Important enough fer a few minutes o yer time
He stacks 1 platinum on the bar, pulling it from a fat pouch. Letting the fullness of his purse do the talking.
He actually only had a few hundred gold, but 1 platinum was ALOT to offer for simple conversation in private.
"No, I just thought you should stop fighting so endlessly. It's in all of your best interests if we use our words to sort out all this confusion."
So how did things turn out with Ms.Nymmis, Orsin?
Trusting that his words have sunk in, he regards Andrea, gaze softening. "She's well. Singing in a one-act at Robahl's theatre. She agreed to join my concert."
Well it is good that she seems to have recovered from that Six-Fold farce. Robhal is an ass, but a very skilled one so we will have great talent available.
When I am able, I plan on talking to Gerald about getting The Nightblooming Garden built. While disposing of Alphonse would just get us in trouble with the Hellknights and Council, we can do that next best thing, free all of his slaves and steal his buisness. Shu Lien deserves a chance to choose her path, just like Tracy, Pearl and the others.
"How does it work...when are you going to use it? excitement in her quivering voice.
I am not sure. I am studying it now. I will probably need to spend some time in the library reasearching. Faelyn takes a drink from his icewine. So...what do you like to do for fun? Faelyn obviously changing the subject. She is pretty interested in things. I wouldn't have thought anything before last night...
Orn sits confused, "At least I'm not dying in the next few minutes." He picks up another pitcher of ale and drinks a third, then passing it to Lucrezia.
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May she'll drink her third then pass it Truk? Then maybe she be real thirsty too. He shrugs.
"Aye, foll'r me he snatches up the platium piece." he leads Gruum and Janiven into a small cramped private office/storeroom. The room is packed with cases of goods. keg's of beer and other items.
He eyes the pouch, "You'd be lookin' fer a devil, knows as a ukobach, it's been a pest lately...seems to be growing in pow'r like sumthing up. use to only spark an occasional flame, much more regul'r now." He spits on an open create with some dried meats in it. "Can probably be found near the north wall."
Orn sits confused, "At least I'm not dying in the next few minutes." He picks up another pitcher of ale and drinks a third, then passing it to Lucrezia.
If we can't dazzle them with our brilliance..
Andrea waves down some food for everyone. Nothing like a good meal to put everyone in a happy mood.
No dying at all! We are going to live it up!
If I can be any help researching, just ask. I love a good mystery and I'll do anything to free the city from the night beast." She leans a bit closer and kisses you.
"Aye, foll'r me he snatches up the platium piece." he leads Gruum and Janiven into a small cramped private office/storeroom. The room is packed with cases of goods. keg's of beer and other items.
He eyes the pouch, "You'd be lookin' fer a devil, knows as a ukobach, it's been a pest lately...seems to be growing in pow'r like sumthing up. use to only spark an occasional flame, much more regul'r now." He spits on an open create with some dried meats in it. "Can probably be found near the north wall."
Grimm nods,Then we start there, people are scared an vulnerable enough at night witout thier homes burning down in the dark and shadow beasts gettin them IF they get out o the blaze. Odd though, Devils are usually evil wit a purpose and summoned for a reason. Wha'd that be I wonder. Thanks fer the info. If ye need a good weapon, sides yer club head ta me pa's smithy. Grumm Sharpest's. Any other info'd be helpful,l but ye done us a service. Ah'll have a cleric buddy o mine put a couple o Continual Flames about yer place if ye like. Might be me an me famous friends spread a good word about yer pub if our names are worth anything ta ye.
Grimm lays down ten gold, hoping it and the offer of permenent lights may loosen his tongue more, but he had what they needed. He gets up to leave, waiting on Janivein to put in a last word if required.
So this is what she likes to do for fun. Faelyn reaches up and puts his hand on Melissaa's cheek allowing his fingers to cradle the back of her neck as he returns her kiss. After a few minutes, the sound of the waitress clearing her throat snaps Faelyn out of his bliss. He ends the kiss and responds to the waitress still staring into Melissaa's eyes. Thank you. He leans back and allows the waitress to place the food on the table.
Faelyn and Melissaa spend the next twenty minutes enjoying their lunch. When can I see you again?
The informant simply nods. When Gruum turns to lave he follows up with,"Dreamers...ye are, tryin' to help ev'ryone," a pause while you open the door, "guud luck." He picks up the gold.
Her eyes widen with the eggplant dish, and she is between between bites when Faelyn asks his question. He must've been a waiter once perfect timing as I chew. She finishes, "Tonight," she offers.
John your mentor will show you a suit of armor and have you try it on. "Course it helps that you've been training here, already had this stuff ready for you."
Faelyn does a terrible job of hiding his excitement. So much for my poker face. When and where?
"Orsin, I suggest you stay away from comedy onstage."
Lucrezia drinks down about another third of the ale and passes the pitcher over to Truk.
"Waitress, another couple pitchers of ale please. We seem to have large appetites tonight."
Truk takes the offered pitcher, downs the remaining contents, and then puts down the container.
"And more food too", Truk says with a glance at Lucrezia and Orn.
John will put on the armor. "This is a good set of armor. It will definatly help with dealing with the shadow beast. Has it already been enchanted?"
Andrea drinks down some ale and digs into the food when it arrives. Also, something else we should figure out very soon is how to use our little eagle to toss out that nasty night person.
So Orn, what would you like to do for work now that you are free? Being a bouncer again, or perhaps working at a forge?
"More beer and more fuud." The half-orc agrees wholeheartedly. His anger soothed for the time being.
Orsin lets Lucrezia's comment roll off his back. It's becoming clear that the situation with her and the half-orcs won't be helped further by his and Andrea's attempts to keep a lid on it. Let's just hope no one gets hurt in the process...
John just so we are on the same page I'm referring to the Hellknight Armor from COT Book 3, vol 27. If this is not what you have in mind send me a link.
Hellknight Armor (Ex): Hellknights are known and feared for their intimidating suits of armor. At 2nd level, a Hellknight gains greater mastery of his armor as both a defense and a method of imposing his will. A Hellknight must first attain a suit of full plate armor created to the
exacting specifications and style of the order of which he’s a member and costing 2,000 gp. A Hellknight functions more efficiently in his armor—or another crafted to his order’s specifications—than he does in normal full plate, reducing the armor check penalty by –1 and increasing the maximum Dexterity bonus allowed by +1. At 6th and 10th levels, these bonuses increase by +1 each. In addition, at 10th level, a Hellknight can move in his full plate armor without penalty to his base land speed.
You mentor would reply, "No it has not been enchanted but that is easy to do."
A patron approaches Orsin, she is nearly swooning and she's all giddy. "May I please have your autograph?" Some bellows out, She'd really like more that that." Several folks laugh.
Grimm pauses at the door.
Ha. Me friends are dreamers. I follow Angradd. I'm jus lookin fer a good death.
"Aye ain't we all brother," the dwarf responds to Grimm's comment.
Orsin obliges to sign the autograph, doing his best to pretend like he didn't hear the lewd commentary.
"I have to head to Talbards later to purchase some scrolls if anybody would like to go with me."
Faelyn she gives you her address, Where ever you like to hang out is fine. With the exception of yesterday's location. Say 5:00, so I can be home before the shadowbeast come out. She shrugs,"You need to rid this place of those pesky beast...dating would be a lot easier."
She gets up to leave and there is massive explosion that rocks the City. She looses her balance and falls into Faelyn's lap. The explosion appears to be come from near the safehouse, perhaps a bit further south.
Grimm as you and Janiven leave the bar...
Orsin as you leave the Hound...
Those in the Hound...
John as your mentor is adjusting the straps to your new armor...
Faelyn as mentioned in the previous post...
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There is a massive exploion that erupts, its rattles every window in
Westcrown and several less sound buildings have structural damage. There is a plume of fire rising into the sky evokes new fears of the end of the world, fears still quite potent in the city where Aroden’s death struck so close to home. Citizens rush to the streets. Every business the draws to a halt, then the dread rumors and panic ripple through Westcrown with frightening speed. A ball of fire and smoke rising into a mushroom-shaped cloud to the south.
you notice something particularly disturbing—as the ball of fire and smoke rises into the sky, it seems at times almost to resemble a leering devilish face, with eyes of hellfire and teeth of white-hot ash.
"What the hell was that?! Did Orsin jinx us?"
Lucrezia jumps outa her chair to rush outside and try to locate the souce of the explosion.
As the explosion rocks the Hound, Truk dives and wraps an arm protectively around Lucrezia and his brother.
"What the hell was that?" he growls.
Orn looks at Truk..."Say excuse me at least, there are women around."
Truk chuckles at his brother's joke.
"Check that out", the big orc says as he points towards the cloud.
"It looks like a f@#$ing devil's face."