Foxy Quickpaw's - Shattered Star AP

Game Master Foxy Quickpaw

It is only a short but a really good distraction. A word, a gesture and it is done.

Charm Monster DC 19

All eyes turn to the half-orc that easily ripped himself free.

Will Save Slaver: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Looking at Hector and the elven woman the slaver asks terrified "What have you done?"

"Be calm now you creature." Abomentolor orders the half-orc.

Turning to the slaver he starts "Let me help you here my friend. Before this monster you brought here hurts someone because you can't keep it under control how about you sell it to me. I know what I do and can have this threat removed from here in no time. And it shall not be to your disadvantage. I'll pay you the full price you paid for him."

Bluff: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (1) + 12 = 13
(Not that it would matter, he is charmed anyway.)

Hector stands there dumbfounded with the ripped off chain in hands.

Tauriell pats Hector on the back and whispers "You did good. Now just wait."

"You would do that for me? But that is 500gold!" the slaver replies.

"Don't mention it. I won't let you down in that situation." Abomentolor replies and counts out 50 platinum. "Now just go on with your business as usual and I take care of the orc."

The slaver happily takes the coins. "Thank you so much!" Then he turns back to selling the other slaves.

"Come along, we are leaving!" Abomentolor orders the half-orc.

"Is he my master now?" Hector asks confused looking at the gnome.

"No. He is with me. I'm your master. Come." Tauriell replies and pulls Hector along.

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (10) + 12 = 22
One of the Freemen follows and once out of sight of the slaver he hurries past and blocks the way. "What was this? What stunt did you pull with the slaver?"

"Who are you? I need a name to put on my accomplishments list once I've burned you to ashes." Abomentolor threatens.

Tauriell takes a look around to check if that man has support and hands Hector her mace. "Just in case this man decides to not politely move out of the way."

Perception: 1d20 + 22 ⇒ (16) + 22 = 38

"I'm Black Marin, I'm the leader of the Freemen. You're new to the town and I don't think you have the support of a faction in town to act against us." the man replies, his hand on the pommel of his sword.

To Hector he adds "You can just leave these two here and come with me to become a free man."

"I'm Abomentolor Goblinburner. And I would really like to know how you compare in power to these Ardocs. Because today I kicked the ass of - what's his name? - in his stupid balcony home. And I got the feeling kicking yours here on the street will be a lot easier." the gnome replies.

"Berkanin Ardoc is his name." Tauriell adds with a smirk and pulls her hood over her head.

Black Marin is unsure what to make of this.
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (11) + 12 = 23

But they seem to be serious. But tries to keep his cool. "It's one thing to kick a single man's ass - and something completely different to get away with it. If you're still here next week, then I'm impressed."

"Now tell me what trick you did there with the slaver."

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20
Tauriell sniffs in direction of the Freeman. "I smell fear." she says with a grin and takes her bow from the shoulder, knocking two Arrows.

"But tell me Hector. What do you think of the offer Mr. Marin made you?"

"I don't understand what he wants. Why would I leave my master?" Hector asks scratching his head.

"Hector, you're the best. I really like you." Tauriell says with a genuine smile.

And turning to Mr. Marin again. "I don't think you're entitled to know our trade secrets. So you can either get out of our way or find out the hard way, what you're entitled to."

"He just envies us for getting better prices than he does." Abomentolor mocks him.

"Slavery is a crime against humanity! To rob a person of their freedom!" Marin proclaims.

"You're barking up the wrong tree. Hector here has all the freedom he wants. I'll buy him some new clothes and a big sturdy axe and he is set for his new life." Tauriell explains with a proud gaze at Hector. "Go tell that humanity stuff to that slaver or that old lady who bought those two girls."

With that she simply walks past Marin. "Come Hector, we're done here."

Hector looks pleased and follows Tauriell.

"If you had been nice I would have talked to my new friend to give you some discount too. But now you're out of luck." Abomentolor replies spitting on the ground near Marin's feet and follows too.

"Well. With that attitude they wont last long in this town." Marin says mostly to himself. Then he walks back to his companion to see if he can buy the freedom of some more men and women.

"These incompetent do gooders are a pain in the ass." Abomentolor states.

"I think it was almost like comedy." Tauriell replies. "Not a good one though."

"Shall we go now to buy some basic equipment for our new friend here?"

"I guess at least a pair of pants are necessary before he catches a chill on the bladder." Abomentolor replies.

"Awww. It's cute how you're concerned for Hector's health." Tauriell replies. "But I was thinking a kilt would fit him better."

"Where is our guide by the way?"

"Gav, where are you?" Abomentolor shouts.

Gav hurries over from the shadows "I'm here. Don't make such a fuss. Some people like to keep a low profile. Come, I'll bring you to a shop where you can get your half-orc dressed up."

He then leads them back to Hospice and into a small shop crammed to the roof with the goods. Normal people can navigate through it if no one comes from the other direction. But Hector can only walk in the main aisle without bringing down the well balanced stacks of goods.

"Hi Jim, I brought you some customers." Gav greets the shop owner who is of cause one of his friends.

"Hi Jim." Tauriell greets the guy.

Looking over the shelves she states "I need a shirt and a kilt as well as some basic equipment in a backpack. Like a grooming kit and such. And a really large and sturdy axe. Also some armor, but I'm unsure what kind."

"Hi Gav. Hello Mylady. Of course I have what you need. I'll fetch you everything and you can choose here at the counter what you like." Jim replies with gold coins in his eyes. He quickly moves through the aisles and grabs stuff from the shelves placing them on the counter.

A master-work backpack. A grooming kit in a noble teak box. A kilt in the colours red, black, white and dark green, a shirt made from fine linen in a matching dark green as well as everything that belongs in a standard adventurer pack.

Also a great-axe with some engravings and some armor- a chainmail, a studded leather and an armored coat.

"Here you are. What would you like of these?"

"This wooden box you can put away. I want a set rolled up in a cloth. I didn't ask for bathroom accessoires. Also pure linen would fit him better for the shirt. For the armor I'll take the chainmail. Now tell me what's the price of all this." Tauriell demands.

"Of yourse, of course. Let me do this." He puts aside the unwanted items and adds the natural white linen shirt and a simple grooming kit. Doing a quick calculation he states.

"All of that together with this masterly made axe and the armor is 470gold but for you as Gav's friends I'll round it down to 450."

Appraise: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (11) + 14 = 25
Sense Motive: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (14) + 7 = 21

"You know what, Jim?" Tauriell replies taking out her pendant of the souk. "This here belonged to the prince of the market in Magnimar. The sorry chap no longer resides with the living. And now this nice thing helps me a lot to appraise the value of things. Like the warez you are praising here as masterwork quality."

"Now I give you some time to do your calculation again. And don't forget to give us the Gav's friends discount." she states. Her face clearly showing the 'not amused' expression.

Jim takes the axe in his hand and eyes it sceptically. "Oh, you're right. You're an expert aren't you. My bad. Shall I get you the masterwork one? No? Ok then..." He recalculates the items and offers "That's 232 gold and some with the backpack but as Gav's friends you get it for 220. What do you say."

"That sounds more realistic." Tauriell replies and counts out the coins. "Hector, pack up your stuff and give me my mace back. But you need a bath before you put the new clothes on."

"It was almost a pleasure doing business with you, Jim. But I'm pretty sure that will go much smoother the next time. See you." she tells and is on her way out.

Hector hands the mace back. He stuffs everything in the backpack, straps the bedroll to it and shoulders it. Last he grabs the armor and the axe with a wide smile and follows Tauriell.

"Have a nice day." Jim bids them farewell with a fake smile.

Once they are out of ear shot he complains to Gav. "You won't get your provision for these. With them forcing me to give them a discount."

"You don't have to if you don't want to. I can take my business elsewhere. And it's not my fault you try to outwit the wrong ones. If you like me to bring my customers to you that's 4 gold and 4 silver." Gav states holding out his hand.

"You'd steal your grandma's last shirt." Jim says grudgingly handing over the coins.

"It's always a pleasure to do business with you, grandma." Gav says and then follows after the others.

"Now back to the Canary House?" he asks.

Abomentolor follows out of the shop too. "Now that is an interesting concept. It really seems as if we need some allies in this town. If everyone is with everyone either friends or foe it would really help to have someone you know is on your side."

"But I don't think there is a faction around that would accept you as head of operations right away." Tauriell replies ironically.

"I don't want the work. I just want someone who doesn't tell me he's my friend and then stabs me in the back when I turn around." Abomentolor asks with a side glance at Gav.

"Yes back to the Canary House." Tauriell answers Gav.

"I think the Augurs are such allies now. Who else do you think of? The Ardocs probably won't become our friends and besides that I don't know who is a faction here. Gav, tell me: Who is important here."

"There are a lot of important factions here. Some you have already met. Horus Ilaktya you have met. Black Marin is an important guy of the Freemen. You know - the one who want to free all the slaves. There are some monks - the brothers of the seal but they are useless and they are in clinch with each other. The duskwardens you probably got to know already. Madame Rose, the one who bought the slave girls earlier is an institution. And the Ardocs of course. There are a lot more. I could continue all day about that." Gav replies.