"What you talking about.....corpse disposal unit? And: call the watch! I'm a legitemate businessman! You guys attacked me; we was just defending our interests! What's more; don't be disparaging me friends for that they come from elsewhere; have strange ways. It's not hospitable in the least. Just because they have holes in their heads that you can see their brains through....."
“Guy has a point … we did break in here … might be less complicated with the Watch if we just kill ‘em now. I’m thinking anyone who hangs about with freaky cannibal monks probably deserves it.”
"Having heard that load of tripe, I'm leaning towards the disposal unit. Keep in mind that we can interrogate the dead, funny man. The only thing that keeps you alive is that it saves us from paying the necromancers."
"Ahahahaha!
Necromancers....you ain't got the guts to go killing me, or I'd be allready dead and telling the deadman's tales that they don't tell."
“Guy has a point … we did break in here … might be less complicated with the Watch if we just kill ‘em now. I’m thinking anyone who hangs about with freaky cannibal monks probably deserves it.”
"Look. Your friend's down there, allroit? Trapdoor down. Your dog's found it and saved you the trouble.
Go get him. I'll be on my way. No more troubles, right?"
"What do you think, Gittik? He might be right about the Watch. Let's bring them along. They can set off traps and things like that."
“So who are these monk guys? Where did you say they were from? And what are they doing here?”
There's a couple stools right in front of the bar.
Tenser scratches at the floor below one of the stools, whining.
Re: the cannibals....
"Look, that's a long story. They're not kin, much less inlaws or nothing. I wouldn't let them nowhere's near my sister.
Fate sometimes makes for odd bunkmates, roit? Okay.
I don't know; they sure did know how to do the old Chop Sockie though...."
"What do you think, Gittik? He might be right about the Watch. Let's bring them along. They can set off traps and things like that."
The other guy (Let's call him Not Baldy), at that, says, "If it's all the same to you, I don't want to go down there. If it's all the same to you that is. Just give me over the Watch then. Or can you just tie me up like? Knock me cold like?"
Baldy looks at him...."Look....just...yeah, come over here. I'll do it for you just shut up like what's best when you always do, roit?"
"Now here's a smart man. Let us now what's down there, and we'll let you skedaddle."
Elgan, having seen how well his new 'blessing of stone' worked, looks about as the fight winds down with what looks like a pout on his furry face. Shrugging, he waves bye-bye to the ape with one massive paw as it fades away, and then shrinks down into his normal elf-form. HW leans his neck over at a serious angle, until it relaxes with a loud POPping sound.
"Da's betteh. Ah swear, ah kin unnerstan' why it hurts tah stuff all of mah se'f intah a smaller critter, but ah jes' can' unnehstan' why it hurts tah make mah se'f big! Ye'd t'ink dat all o' dat stretchin' wou'd be guud fer a fellah!" The elf drawls out, eying the prisoner with a suspicious look.
"If'n he don' c'operate, an' yeh don' wan' deh local law involv'd Ah kin call up a few, hungry, fren's. Dat way dey ain't nuttin' tah clean up,...?" He offers helpfully. peering at the survivor as if measuring just how many creatures it might take to dispose of him properly,...
"Yeah, sure. It's........" and then his mouth stops wide open and he stops saying what he's trying to say. "Uh, down there are....."
a look of bafflement crosses his face.
".....i guess i.....just....really can't say, like.....i mean i really. can't."
laughs nervously.
"Really?" Altai's face creases in puzzlement. "I'd wager it's a geas of sorts. Luckily, they tend to be very narrow and literal. How about writing down what's down there?" He roots around is his bag and pulls out charcoal stick and a bit of vellum.
Elgan, having seen how well his new 'blessing of stone' worked, looks about as the fight winds down with what looks like a pout on his furry face. Shrugging, he waves bye-bye to the ape with one massive paw as it fades away, and then shrinks down into his normal elf-form. HW leans his neck over at a serious angle, until it relaxes with a loud POPping sound.
"Da's betteh. Ah swear, ah kin unnerstan' why it hurts tah stuff all of mah se'f intah a smaller critter, but ah jes' can' unnehstan' why it hurts tah make mah se'f big! Ye'd t'ink dat all o' dat stretchin' wou'd be guud fer a fellah!" The elf drawls out, eying the prisoner with a suspicious look.
"If'n he don' c'operate, an' yeh don' wan' deh local law involv'd Ah kin call up a few, hungry, fren's. Dat way dey ain't nuttin' tah clean up,...?" He offers helpfully. peering at the survivor as if measuring just how many creatures it might take to dispose of him properly,...
"What you mean I ain't cooperatin? I'm cooperatin plenty! I tellyou how to find your dwarf, and even where he is and everything I know. What more do you want, roit? Ye've gone yourself daft, man, turnin into creatures and such...I've heard o tha....guys forget their cyphers, then how even to write their names, much less their loved ones.....turning into badgers and wooly bullies, roit."
"Really?" Altai's face creases in puzzlement. "I'd wager it's a geas of sorts. Luckily, they tend to be very narrow and literal. How about writing down what's down there?" He roots around is his bag and pulls out charcoal stick and a bit of vellum.
"Yeah, maybe that'll work."
he can't write it."There.....was some .......dark elfs, like.
But not no more, well, not really, sortof were dark elves.....because they...."
and that's all he can say really.
"Heh. These guys were good. I like that. However, I might have just the thing to counter this. Sit still for a minute, willya?"
Right on...roll a d20 and add your level.
"DAAAAAAAAAA!" what happened, I.....
He looks seriously at Altai.
"Not men. Heads like squids. Eyes that burn into you. Gouge you. They think we're all cattle. They'll eat your brain, like."
He points at the stool, his arm shaking.
"Mind flayers. I ain't going down there, like....."
BUMBUMBUM!!!!
cue the eerie Star Trek music....
I gotta crash dudes. Much driving in 10 inches of snow in the morning....
“Ooo … that doesn’t sound good. People with squid heads? Do they have anything to do with your cannibal monks, or you friendly with them on your own initiative?”
"Well....the drow see, procured them cannibules, like....from some other guys, on the Ship of the Moon, okay? So we let them go, because the drow and the mindflayers had a sorta a falling out, don't you know.
We was in cahoots with the drow, but then, they got too too heavy, like. It was a bad idea. Being in cahoots with them? Like, so anyway, that's where the cannibules come into the picture. We figured, we all need all the help we could get? And those guys could fight pretty good like."
Baldy rolls eyes; sighs.....
"Epic fail....."
"So, you guys were selling slaves to the drow, dumping patrons down the chute to be whisked away to the Underdark." Altai walks over to Baldy. "Clearly you are not geased, which means that you must be in cahoots with the mind flayers, as they didn't bother with altering your synaptic structure. And the Dire Hunger monks didn't make move on you. Which brings me to this - are you even human? At this point, I wouldn't mind opening you up to find out."
Oso looks at Altai, "mind flayers? They drilled these brainholes? So what is one of them when its at home?"
Pip winces
"Ah hates me some mind flayers. I remember I learned a bit of one of their hymnals once.."
Strums Lucille
"My dreams are all dead and buried.
Sometimes I wish the sun would just explode.
When Illsensine comes and calls me to his kingdom,
I'll take all you sons of b+$$#es when I go!
Aaa ddeee leeeyy aaaaeee ooooo."
Stops playing and shivers
"Man that's some ugly stuff."
"Thats enough Pip. I changed my mind, don't tell me nothing."
Which brings me to this - are you even human? At this point, I wouldn't mind opening you up to find out."
<hefts kukris and smiles horribly>
Elgan, after not-baldy's comments about the 'uneducated', seems ready to adjust another @$$-to-ears ratio. But he stiffens up and seems to forget all about the guy at the mention of Mind-flayers.
"Yeh. Mine Flayehs. Ah've heerd of dem. Ah wuz hopin' dat dey wuz jes' stories. Tales tah skeer deh yung'uns intah bed. No such luck, eh?" He asks, thoughtfully frowning at one of the fallen monks.
"Well din, if'n dese powehs iz all mental-lahk, ah t'ink dat Oso an' I kin he'p wit dat!" he says cheerily, reaching UP to clap the large dark warrior on the shoulder. He barely reaches it.
BUMBUMBUM!!!!
cue the eerie Star Trek music....
I gotta crash dudes. Much driving in 10 inches of snow in the morning....
Wasn't bad at all. Nobody on the road. Best commute EVAR.
Just getting tired of being from Florida where there was no snow, and yet, somehow, mysteriously, being the only one who can seem to get to work when there's icy conditions, aside from my manager.I think I'm being gowked.
"So, you guys were selling slaves to the drow, dumping patrons down the chute to be whisked away to the Underdark." Altai walks over to Baldy. "Clearly you are not geased, which means that you must be in cahoots with the mind flayers, as they didn't bother with altering your synaptic structure. And the Dire Hunger monks didn't make move on you. Which brings me to this - are you even human? At this point, I wouldn't mind opening you up to find out."
Nothing magical in the room; there is a lot of taxidermy in the place though.
4x +1 scimitars, 4X potions of haste, 6xpotions of cure serious wounds,
4xbracers of armor +2; there's about 10,000 g.p. to boot amongst these roguish fellows and cannibules.
"We're not....in cahoots with them.
We cut a deal with the drow, and it all went awry. THEY were bringing DROW HERE to sell, not vice versa. They just wanted to use our facilities a bit...we're honest crimps, we are. Press good men for honest work. Recruitment, see? WE make th' economy of the sea happen, roit.
Roit? I'm 'uman enough, although, me gread grandmum was half-an-orc."
Which brings me to this - are you even human? At this point, I wouldn't mind opening you up to find out."<hefts kukris and smiles horribly>
He's your huckleberry, roit.
"I hates mindflayers. They're an utter and complete bastard, each damn one of them.
I wouldn't be in cahoots with them. I don't know what them drow was thinking strokin' in th' jollyboat with them bastards. They ought to have used their noggins, they should've."
Laughs a bit at his own inadvertent joke.
"Roit?"
Smiles worriedly at Gittik; Elgan; the heavies with the dangerous weaponries.
<Stig gazes into the fog then looks back at the drow.>
"What te dae?"
"I was hoping you'd know....being from the surface and all."
The drow's eyes rotate on his face; the left one slides across his forehead, and the right one circles under his nose, then comes to a stop where the left one started in vice versa.
yup!
What next, brave bravos?
Stiggy:
(spoilering to try not confuse anybody in the primary group; read or don't it's up to you. Tell me if this helps or not.....maybe the next time a solo player happens I'll start a new thread; sorry Aubrey!)
So what's it like, on the surface, then? Do you dwarves have priestesses?"
"He can tell us where these drow are, can't he? Or you can operate on him for science and healing. They cut a deal so they know where each other is in Sasserine."
Oso gives him a flat look from behind the deadly Gittik.
"I don't get it," says Baldy; "what do you want to know? Drow's down yon hole there in front th' bar. It's a trapdoor, down to the caverns; we used to use it for recruiting seamen, roit?
Evrybody knows, a bar's the best place to look for work, roit?" He laughs; then sneers to hisself at the viscious Gittik.
Stiggy:
(spoilering to try not confuse anybody in the primary group; read or don't it's up to you. Tell me if this helps or not.....maybe the next time a solo player happens I'll start a new thread; sorry Aubrey!)** spoiler omitted **
"So, we go down hole? We kill these guys first?"
Baldy "hrumph's" then says, "I gotta have a shit. Can I go out in the alley please. I always have to have a shit after a bleeding fight."
"No, you shit right here."
"You......aw, groish! Lemme over to that corner enn, roit?"
he starts walking to the left rear corner of the place.
Beldan fires a warning shot past his head, the rapid reloads.
“Next one hits you. Sit down.”
“Gittik, can you help me tie these guys up? Then let’s go down that trap door.”