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Akina looks at Tinq with a sharp eye. "Fine, I'll have an ale." She shrugs, placing a silver piece on the counter.
She stares out across the room, now filling up even more. Locals were mingling with foreigners, one group was even playing cards. And talk about unique, there was a golem moving about. [i]Wonder where the golem's master is?"[i] She shakes her head as the ale is placed before it. Casting a spell to cool it as she had with the water, she begins sipping at it.
Turning back to Kaina and following her, she switches to Common now. "As is, I still feel that some of the treasures in there should be given precedence. But perhaps if you or I get in, we can save some of Osirion's legacy, yes?"
Hi all. This is Chillblame with my offering, Robert Melechant, undead slayer of Saranrae.
Through the door walks a young man. He surveys the room and sees the innkeeper. Good sir, can a traveler be getting a room and cold drink, not necessarily in that order. A place to sit would be also a bonus.
For those that see him, he is wearing a chain shirt, and a desert outfit. It looks as if he has traveled hard to get here. On one hip is a scimitar, on the other a mace. over his back is a crossbow and his backpack, which he is now removing with a sigh of relief. Looking closely you can see the holy symbol of saranrae hanging around his neck on his chest, and the light of faith in his face.
I hope I'm not too late for this lottery thing
A cleric? I suppose it makes sense, beings we're going into a Necropolis. William stood up, "Here friend, take this one." He said indicating his now empty stool. "And you're not late, I'm waiting for a number as well."
Noticing yet another traveler come trickling in Ryuu called over the roar of the crowd.
Good sir! I may not be able to accommodate your room, but your drink and a place to sit I can do! Come talk with me and my friends as we await the lottery.
he motions for Robert to come and sit with the group. As he motions he takes a closer look at the man. Noting his holy symbol.
tonight may yet prove interesting and informative. A follower of Saranrae, yes, they are usually interesting.
Ryuu purchases a round of drinks for all, paying the price for a normal drink for anyone wishing for water. Even slipping the slaves a few extra silver pieces, He didn't agree with slavery but he would not go against the cities customs at this time.
To Ryuu I'll be thanking you sir
To WilliamThanks to you sir for this fine seat.
Robert seats, sighing as he rests. [I've been traveling hard to get here for the lottery. Are you here for that. Ah but where are me manners. I am Robert Melechant,Priest of the dawn star. And you?
Byron is dismayed by the lack of engagement from the table he resides at so, as it is with his kind he let the winds of the room take him where they may.
"Wow, this room is packed. Glad you have an open chair, to be honest I'm releaved to have ended up at this table."
"Yep, packed to the t*%~," Rasim replies to the gnome in his accented Common, motioning for Byron to sit on the stool next to him. "I seen you gambling with that construct. Do you know whose is it?" Rasim asks curiously. His common is far from perfect and littered with the phrases and idioms of the lower criminal class. It's apparent that wherever Rasim learned Taldane it wasn't language academy.
Yes, Part of the reason for my being here is indeed this lottery, I have also come to learn the ways, practices, and disciplines of the good people of orision. I am Ryuu, Ryuu Rossburg, I have traveled far myself as it were. Quite the trip, almost the world over I would dare to say! Many sights have I seen, and many different views of life have I come to understand. This is one of the greater places by far, and I have yet to see the tombs! Perhaps, you could share your reasons for being here? I do so enjoy learning the motives of others.
again, Ryuu's intrigue kicks up at the possibility of learning yet another view on life.
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His bottle acquired the mercenary and fortune seeker indeed head torwards the table where the cat creature called out to him. He smirked as he head that way sitting down. Closer now the the catfolk he reassesed his thoughts on it. It could be male, it was a hard sell.
"Greetings all, good luck on the lottery draw eh?" he said offering to tip the neck of his bottle to any glaces like a toast. He took a pull of the bottle afterwards. "Charlotte I assume?" he said taking a hold of the bookish womans hand and proffering upon it a perfectly respectible kiss. "The pleasure is most certainly mine." He added.
He couldnt help it to shoot a wink at the pretty yet scowling and stiff Garundi maid. "You folks a part of a company, or seeking one?" He asked a momentary twinge of sadness flitted quickly across his features as those words brought back memories of his 'father'. He smiled quickly though. That was rule 7, leave sadness in the past till you were old enough to enjoy it.
seekin' you see. Tomb raider and unquiet dead slaying is a cooperative venture ye see
Indeed! I always enjoy good companionship in my travels, though I may enjoy it more so should I be allowed to delve the tombs of this city.
this out burst is directed towards Robert,
"The name is William Fordson Jr. And I'm here to continue my father's legacy." He responded to the Cleric.
I see, so you are driven to continue a lasting tradition within your family! fascinating, A noble drive indeed my friend, may I ask just what exactly this tradition is?
Ryuu speaks to William after overhearing his response to Robert.
I thought about that, but decided I wanted the gameplay thread for the chosen characters only. It will keep my players and characters tabs from getting too cluttered. The vital information is on the first page, and the most recent interaction will be on the last page. The only person who has to wade through everything is myself, and I don't mind.
A commotion rises in the back of the inn. One of the serving slaves screams. "I think he's dead! A crowd presses together around the back tables, but someone (whoever) sees that a warrior in full plate armor is splayed on the floor partially hidden behind some chairs. William recognizes the suit as belonging to the warrior who jostled him earlier.
The young man looks up in alarm at the sudden screaming, pushing forward to take a look at who it was that was dead. He didn't recognize him, but then again everyone here was a stranger to him. "Is there a healer in the house?" He shouts, looking around at the crowd, before wriggling forward anyways and checking on them, pulling off the warrior's helmet and checking their pulse.
The man's eyes flash at the half-orc, his smile dropping briefly before returning in force. He stuffs the sponge back into his mask, tucking it away into his backpack before facing the other. "I'm not quite sure what you're talking about there," He says, "But thanks for your concern. I'm Orcen, by the way. Orcen Faust of Absalom."
The half-orc puts down his drink. "Isaac of the Stones."
Rasim's eyebrows shoot up in shock at the announcement that someone has died in the common room. Great...just what I need. I'm sure someone will call the guards here now. He turns back to the bar, and sips his water which had finally arrived. He prepares to move himself away from the body while the inevitable crowd starts to form around it. Maybe if I go stand quietly in the corner no one will notice me. Assuming that the gnome will be drawn by the curiosity of a corpse, Rasim doesn't wait for an answer to his question. Instead he slips as quietly and unobtrusively as he can away from the bar, and into the most shadowed corner of the room. He takes his water and mead with him, attempting to look scared and curious from as far away from the body as possible.
Removing the helmet reveals the face of a stoutly built young woman, pale skin severely flushed and parchment dry. Your guess is severe heat stroke. She is unresponsive but, contrary to the outcry, alive with a very thin pulse. Waves of heat radiate from the armor. She must have been wearing it in the hot sun; it is equally obvious she isn't local.
Orcen can see the problem outright, before starting to strip off the heavy armor plates that the woman was wearing as quickly as his fingers could work, ignoring the slight singing his fingertips were getting from it. "I need water right now!" He barks at a serving slave, before tossing a silver piece at them. "And salt tabs! She's alive, but severely dehydrated!"
Piece after piece of heavy plate was peeled off of her, tossed into a pile as he muttered obscenities, mostly to himself. Once he got his water, he carefully helped her to drink it down, pouring it over her skin as well to let her absorb it that way.
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The excitement in the back drew his attention, and he turned torwards the cleric at the table with them. "Sarenrae got any handy spells for dealing with those who have had too much sun?" He asked rising to see what this this she in the heavy armor looked like. While the man helping her tossed aside her gear, Thorin helpfully gathered it and neatly set it in a pile.. and circumspectly went through it.
Ryuu brings takes his half empty glass over to the man tending the fallen warrior.
Here, its not much, but may be of some extra assistance
He hands Orcen The rest of his drink
William turned to Ryuu and answered, "To recover objects of the past, for posterity sake."
"Another fool of a foreigner. Not even simple precautions. It would be sad, it it wasn't so funny." A rotund Pahmet dwarf, almost as wide as he is tall stands at the back of the crowd. Brass rings adorn his hands, brow, pierce his nose and are wound in his hair and beard. He watches the scene with detached interest, and looks to share a smirk at the woman's expense with Rasim.
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"I dont know which is sadder, her error and eagerness, or your callous nature. I certainly hope you never find yourself in need of aid for a misjudgement" He paused glaring at the dwarf a sharper insult on his lips. He managed to swallow it though. "I dont suppose you think we should get her to a seat somewhere perhaps, instead of here in the way of everybody?" He asked the man beside him.
Nope, perfectly normal run of the mill full plate armor, not even masterwork.
@Orcen
In game terms she has suffered tremendous amounts of non-lethal damage, enough that it converted to lethal. She is stabilized, but she could use healing. The water itself is doing no harm, but little help.
"في الواقع. انهم سرب كالجراد فوق صحراء عرض جهلهم مثل وسام فخر." Rasim responds to the Pahmet in osiriani.
He chuckles a little and holds up his mead in an implicit offer of toast with the dwarf.
Ryuu Rossburg human martial artist dual talented alt. racial, NN, Male
Stats
Str:18 (16+2)
Dex:12
Con:14
Int:10
Wis:18 (16+2)
Cha:8
Traits- Wisdom in the Flesh (acrobatics-wis), Quain Martial artist, Reactionary
Drawbacks- Pride (honor)
Feats- Dodge, Lightening Reflex’s
Defense
HP:10
AC:16
Saves
Will +6
Fort +4
Ref +5
Offense
BaB 0
To hit +4 FoB-+3/+3
Initiative +3
Gear
Temple sword, Hot weather clothes
Items- Backpack, Belt pouch, Silk rope, Flint and steel, Bedroll, Paper (5), Rations (20),Water skin(2), Hammer, Grappling hook, Caltrops (2) , Torch (10)
Skills
6
Acrobatics-1 (+8)
Knowledge history-1 (+5)
Perception-1(+8)
Climb-1(+8)
Sense Motive-1 (+8)
Languages, common, Terran
Orcen takes the drink gladly from the other, buttThe young man sees that his efforts aren't doing much to help the young woman. He mutters quietly to himself while looking at her, then to the crowd. "I'll offer ten measures of gold to anyone who can cast a healing spell on this woman," He offers. "Everyone else, cease crowding her this instance - she needs cool air and shade."
He pulls her over to a seat, propping her up and continuing to check on her condition. "...Aime..." He whispers, before shaking his head in confusion and frustration.
Ting! where is the coolest place in your establishment?!
Ryuu asks rather curtly.
Why would one wear such heavy material in this heat, I have barely anything on, and yet I am almost sweating. How peculiar.
All, feel free to continue on your own. I shall sleep and return in the morning.
Existing NPCs are in campaign info. Interact as you desire. The girl needs 3 hp to be out of danger, 13 to reach consciousness. (She is from Ustalav and her name is Bridgitte)
Lot of good stuff. I see I'm going to have hard choices.
The rotund pahmet dwarf laughs back at Rasim and raises his own cup, clanking the two together. Rasim and the dwarf both toss back a gulp.
The dwarf bows, inclining his head. The brass rings in his hair clank together as he does so. "I am Haffazz Brassbeard!" the dwarf says, offering his thick arm to Rasim for clasping.
Rasim reaches down as clasps the Pahmet's arm firmly. "I am Rasim," he says simply (and vaguely). "What bring a sand brother up to Wati? You here to raid the tombs too?" Rasim asks the dwarf in his irregular Taldane.
let me help. And keep yer gold. Robert moves over to the fallen woman and examines her. hmmm, extreme dehydration. Someone bring water and some clean cloth. Saranrae, if ye don't mind, heal this lass.
Innkeeper, where's that water?
As others rushed to help the fallen woman, Satinder sat back, gauging the other's reactions. He caught snippets of a Osiriani conversation between the bejeweled man and a stout dwarf, also with a penchant for jewelry. Addressing the dwarf, who has proclaimed himself Haffazz Brassbeard:
With a quick flick of his hand and a few quietly spoken words, Satinder attempts to see if the woman's plight was truly ill-preparedness, or something more.
With Robert's ministrations, the girl's breathing becomes stronger and the flush begins to fade. She reflexively starts to drink some of the water and coughs lightly through the stream. Orcen, Thorin and Ryuu sit her up and set her in a seat where a breeze flows in from an open door, the waitstaff bring several mugs of fresh water.
The dwarf, Haffazz, sips idly from his glass. "Better the relics of our past enrich me than others. Thankfully, " He indicated the woman being shifted across the inn, "Competition seems . . . weak." He finishes his drink. "Watch yourself boy. Once this lottery begins, the sandsharks will start circling. Be sure you don't become the chum." He seems unconcerned that others might overhear, or disapprove, and nods absently at Satinder as he speaks and casts.
There is no evidence of magic on the girl.
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Thank you Rob... is it okay if i call you rob?" He added glad to see the woman looking a bit less like she was knocking on Pharasma's door. He shot another glare at the dwarf it was hard not to. The short round, and bearded fellow seemed the sort to worry for his own skin. It was not a unvalueble trait for a mercenary, but at the same time, it was one Thorin had no desire to associate with.
"Some one should have told you of the dangers here this far south in the desert pretty one." Thorin said mostly to himself as he helped to get a bit more water into the unconcious girl.
"Thank you," Orcen tells the healer, before producing his purse. He checks the contents, before pulling out ten gold pieces and handing them over to him. "If you can cast it again, she still needs healing to regain her senses."
there you go me girl. Soak the cloth and cool her face with it. Give her small driinks or she might throw it back up.
Robert looks at Thorin, Rob is Ok, I've been called worse. She needs some bedrest now.
He then looks at Orcen, keep your money, friend. Helping her is the right thing to do. If you want to, give it to the bar keeper to let the drinks flow to our table until it runs out. And join us when you can. He looks at the unconscious woman.
a little more healing
Suddenly a wash of energy pulses out as Robert holds his holy symbol. Everyone around feels minor aches and pains fade, small nicks heal over.
there you go me girl. Soak the cloth and cool her face with it. Give her small driinks or she might throw it back up.No booze mind, just water.
The girl settles from unconciousness to sleep, but she does not wake up. Though it does appear the danger is past. Genesar Tinq has her gathered up by to large Garundi men dressed in the style of the establishment. Genesar Tinq will see to it the child is well. Your altruism and generosity brings honor to Genesar Tinq's house." He sereptitiously takes up two of Orcen's coins from Robert, then quietly explains, "To cover the cost of the room."
The men, woman and Genesar slip upstairs to the part of the Blue Macaw set aside for lodgings.
announces a drill instructor voice entering the Blue Macaw. After the door closes behind him, you blink twice to confirm the arrival's voice originates from someone half the size as someone you would have expected. Clearly an Osirion soldier in spit-polished parade armor with a gleaming musket, the gnome with a bushy, flame-colored chinstrap beard struts toward the bar with clientele quickly making room for him.
he orders before a patron abandons a stool for him.
”Genesar Tinq welcomes you, Corporal Vathan. Tepache coming up.” he barks in his sing-song voice. ”Genesar Tinq wonders if this will be your lucky day in the lottery of if you will continue to visit me.”
Vathan adjusts himself sitting on the stool such that his back is as ramrod straight as the musket looped over his shoulder. He surveys the bar as if he owned it before replying,
After a few minutes, the spotlight of the chaotic tavern returns to the new gnome when the buxom Halfling waitress in pure white robes delivers his drink in a glass sized for Humans. ”Thank you, darling.’” he says with a wink and starts to drink. And drink. And drink until the glass is empty. He sets the glass down on the bar with a solid knock and yells,
ohhh, very nice Robert of Sarenrea! I feel quite rejuvenated myself, How do you commune with your god? Is it meditation? exercise? I would very much like to witness or even participate with you during one of your meditations once, I Greatly enjoy learning new exercises and practices. Ryuu speaks to Robert of Sarenrea with a small gleam in his eye.
He realizes his outburst somewhat after it happens and attempts to regain his composure.
*cough* well of course, after we make sure the girl is ok, and possibly at a different time. If you ever feel so generous. That is.
After his rather embarassing out burst is soon forgotten the men begin to take the girl and Ryuu watches as the girl is taken upstairs, He can't help but feel something just wasn't right.. didn't FEEL, Right.
indeed, very peculiar, I believe I will check on her before we leave for the lottery. I have some questions I would like to ask.
He is burst from his thoughts when a loud, almost annoying yet commanding voice rings out above the crowd.
He watches as the gnome takes a sit and begins to drain drink after drink.
indeed, If I sought a place with endless knowledge on the different peoples of this world, this is surely one of the best places
He ponders in wonder as the strange, yet fashionable gnome with the voice of a dragon continues to down enough drink that would fell a giant.
Aye, meditation has its place, and prayer of course. Having the right sort of deity helps. Saranrae is a goddess of healing yer see.
Robert settles back on his chair and sips his drink.
If we end up travelin' together, I'll show you, if you like.
Ryuu is drawn from his thoughts and gazing when Robert responds to him.
Ah, yes indeed, I would enjoy that, perhaps in trade I could show you some exercises to help with meditation? I have learned many during my travels.
Ryuu Finally retakes his seat at the table to reply to the cleric.
Rasim snorts a short chuckle at Haffazz's words. "Trust me, I knows all about sandsharks. There are so many foreigners here, how will I ever find a team?" he replies, just as the noisy gnome enters the bar. Seeing that he has a musket and that the girl isn't dead, Rasim nods to Haffazz and moves back to the bar.
He plops himself down on a stool next to Vathan and says, "Hey, what's up? Is that a musket?"
"It is indeed." Vathan replies to Rasim while nursing his second Tepache. Then, he makes an odd expression and starts to recite,
"This is my musket. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My musket is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My musket, without me, is useless. Without my musket, I am useless. I must fire my musket true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My musket and myself know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My musket is alive, even as I am, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my musket clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before my god, I swear this creed. My musket and myself are the defenders of Osirion. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is Osirion's and there is no enemy, but peace!"
After he finishes, he toasts to himself and downs his drink. Then, he returns to look at Rasim and asks, "Where are you from? Are you here for the lottery, too?"
"I come from down the way. If you'se an Osiriani, how come you speakin' Taldane?" Rasim asks curiously. "Yeah, I'm here fo' the lotto. Can you teach me about yo musket? I gots this here, but it don't work." Rasim says, pulling his father's pistol out and setting the destroyed piece gently on the bar. "I wanna fix it some day. Think I might could?"
Robert looks at the gnome and his declaration, which echoed across the bar, with bemusement. I guess he likes his musket
Looking at Ryuu he asks You would be a monk, yes? I've heard they can do things like run up walls and catch arrows. Don't suppose you can do that?
Ryuu's eyes light up at the observations and the question.
ah, I am indeed, a sort of monk, I was training by a wandering master you see, he told me all things have balance, and that all are right in there views and thinking, in some way or form. It was he who raised my from a babe after I was found orphaned by the side of a lake in the early morn. Well, that is what he told me at least. Anyway, While my brothers will live there life at their monasteries mediating and training to perfect there body and soul, I have decided to trod a separate path. I believe that to reach true enlightenment one must do more than seek perfection in oneself. You must come to an understanding of all walks and view of life, to perfect style, technique, body, and mind. So, I have forsaken the cloistered life for one of travel, So that I may learn all perspectives on life, the motivations and drives that push people past their extremes. To learn all the techniques and styles I may. That is one reason why I am here, you see. As for the wall running, I have attempted many times, but as of yet have only gotten so far. nor have I caught any arrows.
I assume you have reasons for being here as well?