GM Sappy's Rise of the Runelords - Little Heroes Table 1 (Inactive)

Game Master Sapiens

A large, hairy and burly man is slumping next to the Feedbag's entrance."Halt!" he grunts. "Go play somewhere else, kids, this is no place for ya."

Lucy steps up to the big man and looks up at him.

But Sir, I'm looking for my friend, and he said he'd be here! He's really big and fuzzy he looks kinda like a mousey! Won't you pleeeease help me find him?

The Shirley Temple act is so sweet it could rot your teeth out.

I promise that I won't bother you any more if you can help find my giant mousey friend!

Tarketh sidles up beside Lucy. "It's true! We gotta find 'im! Pleaaaaase, mister?"

"Uh, a man looking like a mouse? Never seen anything like it, but... I'll call the b- the owner, stay here. Not a place for kids, this."
The large man goes inside, and in short time another man comes out. He's tall, lean and young, with a shady gleam in his eyes. He's Jubrayl!
"Hey, I know some of you guys. You're that Chelish brat living in the nice house, and you are the one that plays Whistleball! So, what's this story I've heard about, that you'd be looking for a mouseman?"

Ruuki stays quiet, his ears wanting to twitch, but it's very hard as a human. He keeps looking around at the room.

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Worried suddenly that he's been taken for a ride, James goes uncharacteristically quiet. 'Let Lucy do it' he decides.

Lucy puts a hand on her hips and gives an annoyed glance.

And you're the boogie man parents tell us kids to stay away from cause your nothing but trouble. Now, if we're done randomly insulting each other, maybe you could help us? We're looking for Raheed, a ratfolk. We heard he was here, and we wanna talk to him. It's super important.

She tries to project a air of confidence, but mostly comes off sounding whiny and bratty.

"Not insulting me. I am the kid who plays whistleball." James murmurs.

Good thing he was rather unimportant. Their family has tried to deter people looking at them too closely

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"Can't play Whistleball by yourself, James! I'm the one who plays Whistleball too, en't I?" He half-whispers the question, trying to pay attention to Lucy as she conducts her business with the adults.

Jubrayl seems to be slightly taken aback, then a calculating glint twinkles in his eyes. "And what business would you have with- no, nevermind, you'll just say our own business and I'll say well now it's my business as well and then we'll start butting heads and I'll look like a fool for arguing with a bunch of kids. So, I'll tell you if you tell me how you came to know him. And remember that boogie men can smell lies and eat naughty kids!"
His voice is playful for the last phrase, but there's something unsettling in how he grins.

Using this alt for kid version

Lucy grins back and smiles. But Jubrayl is probably more likely to notice the black eyes of the little bunny sitting on her shoulders who's eyes are doing... very odd things right now.

What else but a cat would want a rat? And everyone knows that if you give a big cat a big rat, it'll be very happy with you.

Sorry for the delay. Remember, if I take too long a post in the Discussion thread will usually bring me back right away.

"A cat? I see, I see. And she sent you to look for him, and then you asked me."
Jubrayil is evidently thinking furiously behind his smile. "Well, I'll have you know, I'm looking for Raheed as well. He has promised me- nothing that you need to concern yourself about. So, how about we make a deal? You find Raheed for me, rather than the cat, and I'll reward you like brave little treasure hunters, eh? But don't trust Hjenna. She's a dangerous liar."

Ruuki stays quiet so they could talk, but he was more interested in helping their feline friend than this one.

Lucy smiles.

Sure! I can agree to that. Do you have any idea where the rat has gone?

bluff: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

"I don't know for sure. You may try asking Gorvi, the garbage man, he may have stumbled across him. Perhaps Pillbug or Tander may know more, I know that the rat is interested in alchemy."

Knowledge (Local): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Sense Motive vs. Jubrayl: 1d20 ⇒ 10
Sense Motive vs. Lucy: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Sammy purses her lips. "But we're supposed to find him for Miss Hjenna."

Lucy elbows Sammy a little and gives her the "Shutup the big kids are talking" look.

Thank you Sir, we'll go look for him there.

She pulls her friends away and as soon as they are out of ear shot says...

Of course we're gonna find him for Miss. Hjenna. I was fibbing. Ms. Hjenna is from a far of land with lots of cool things, and that scummy man is just a local nothing, of course we're gonna help Ms. Hjenna. But he wouldn't have told us where to find him if I said that.

"I dunno. Jubrayil lives here. If he thinks you've lied to him, he'll have forever to get back at'cha." James points out.
knowledge:local: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Sammy grins from ear to ear. "Ooh, that's tricksy. I like it. I like it a lot." She then casts an irritated glance at James. "So what? Lucy just proved she's smarter than him, and I already know I am. I ain't scared of a jerk like him."

Lucy shrugs.

I ain't afraid of him. My daddy will have him strung up from the queen's gallows if he tries to get back at me, Tutor Roguruf said so! I'm much more interested in finding out what Ms. Hjenna is gonna give us for finding the rat man.

"I do prefer the cat-lady to that man. He was putting my fur on end. Which usually means trouble. Besides. She was much more kind than that man any way" he nods in agreement

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Lucy flips her hair and starts walking.

Let's talk to Tander first. I'd rather deal with a busniessman than a homeless drunk.

James pushes himself to catch up so he can walk alongside, rather than behind. "Wait. Who's Tander?" he asks.

Just realized I never rolled. Not sure if you want a retcon or what in this case...

As you don't have Knowledge(local), the reasonable way out is Sammy telling you.

Up to you then Sammy

As Sammy, gloating about her knowledge, tells you about Nisk Tander, the owner of the Bottled Solutions alchemy store, you move towards the shop. Tander, a lanky red-haired half-elf, is sitting just outside the door smoking a cigar as you approach.
"Aren't you a bit young for buying alchemy?"

"My auntie says those things are bad for you," Sammy retorts.

"Browsing miss!" he gives her a wide smile
"I like bottles especially funny shaped ones!"

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"Mis-TER." growls Tander, hand absent-mindedly going towards his beardless chin. "And these aren't just bottles, they are filled with special concoctions. I have fuel so flammable that it burns as soon as you open the flask, I have a herb decoction that would keep you awake for a week, I have an oil that would leave you stinking like a troll. So, yeah, if you don't know what you need or how to use it, these things will be bad for you. Go now, I have no time for loafers!"

heh. Auto correct. But anywho :P

" So no browsing then?" he looks up at the man

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James gently nudges Lucy's forward with his how own.
"Ah. Sammy means well, sir. How much is the troll-stink one?"

"Not enough to be worth it when your mother comes to me in a rage. It lasts for days, no soap is strong enough to remove it. So no, no browsing."

"I heard you have firecrackers." lies James, exhausting his knowledge of Alchemy.
bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

"I- Yes, I make firecrackers for the Summer Fair, but I don't stock them because they get wet. Do you want to make an order? I'll need an adult for that."

"How much are they?" James asked, nudging Lucy again. "How much for one cherry bomb and no adult permission?"

"As I said, not enough to be worth the headache! Don't you have something better to do? I don't know, swim in the bay, count the stones in the Market square... Anything at all but pester me?"

"Well..." James trails off "I guess we do have one other thing, but unless you've seen a rat-man we're out of luck on that."

Tander is turning reddish in his face. "Yeah, now you are looking for a rat-man like that ******** who walked over to Pillbug, eh? Are you playing a game of 'harass the shopkeeper?' GO! There's nothing you have permission or money to buy here! Out! Rauss! Shoo!"

James frowns, but pulls Sammy away. A moment later he starts dragging her - and the others - around a corner.

Sammy frowns. "James, what's a ********?"

Forgive my absence, was working like a dog for about 2 months. 60-hour weeks, etc.

Tark giggles and follows Sammy and James around the corner. "It don't matter what a ******** is, we know our ******** is in Pillbug! Let's go get our reward from the cat-woman!"

"oooh! Yes. The cat-lady. She seems so interesting! Let's go back to her" he seems quite excited to go talk to her again

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James smirked at Sammy "That's what rat men are called, really." he announced.
bluff: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
"We should maybe see if he's still at Pillbug's. Maybe we could look through a window? ******** move around."

"Well. Best get going then!"

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Squeezed in between two tenements, the Pillbug's Pantry is indistinguishable from its neighbors, except for a small painting of a pillbug sitting in a mushroom. Peeking in from the main window, you manage to see the pudgy, unnerving owner, Aliver Podiker, sitting at his desk and writing in a ledger.

Sense Motive: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Feeling especially confident with their latest lead, Sammy slips inside when the others aren't watching her and marches straight up to Aliver. "Excuse me Mr. Podiker, we're looking for a ********, have you seen him around here?"

Lucy comes in after Sammy just in time to hear her statement, and seriously considers walking back out again.

Tarketh follows immediately behind Sammy, doubling over in laughter at her brazen statement. "Yeah, a real ********! You oughta know the one! Takes one to know one, 's what I heard!"