"Oh,....my pointy-eared friend," he says disinterestedly, picking a bit of somesuch off of his sleeve,...."have we....caught you up to something or other naughty? Do you need a night in the hewzey-gaow to think things over....get your life moving in the right direxion?"
He doesn't even look you in the eye the whole time. Guy's a sociopath.
"We'll think about it, if the urge to make money strikes us." Altai nods at the other party members. "Let's get the dead guy outta here."
"Yeah ... let's do that," agrees Beldan, ignoring the trumped up guardsman. "And then let's go shopping!" he adds when they're out of earshot, his eyes lighitng up as he mentally calculates the amount of money they'll have once they sell all this loot.
I'll check teh tome later in the day I reckon.
Oso takes a moment to sanctify the bastard swords and pray over their past before he calls on Kelanen to take them back to his Castle in the Planes with the Armoury of Swords.
"Thank you, my Lord and Prince."
The swords are whisked away, into the aether and to Valhalla or wherever Kelanen hangs out (don't know m'self....Wiki says "demiplanar stronghold".....)
You guys heading back to the Church of Kord?
Hectic day; trying to get it together.
The girl is still there, smiling at Pip's strummings.
Pip goes over to the girl
"Excuse me miss, may I ask your name?"
She smiles; her eyes betray a far off sort of stare that focusing on the wee hobniz doesn't seem to make vanish.
"I am Trilby...."
(feel free to google that name)
then she asks,
"Is your true form that of a bird? You make such lovely sounds; yet they don't seem random like the trills and pipings of the birds..."
I found some more treasure! This is from the fight with the Baron Houses morons:
1 +2 chain shirt - sell for 2050 gp
2 +1 chain shirts - sell for 1100 gp
1 +1 keen bastard sword and a +1 flaming bastard sword - Oso feeds these to Kelanen (total value 16750 gp)
500 g.p. in gold, gems, misc. salable crap and.....
For each of us: 3650 gp/6=671 gp3 sp and 3 cp. Enjoy your bonus!
"Hmmmm... Looks like we have a kenku to find. First we need to talk to the Kord guys, though. We need a bit of rest after this blowout."
Heading back to the temple, through Shadowshore, you come up a main street.
There seems to be quite a crowd of looky loo's (gawkers) gathering around the mouth of an alley. You see several men wearing the tabard of the Shadowshore guard formed in a perimeter to keep the crowd back.
Elgan grumpily rubs at his tired eyes. Then sighs as he looks at the crowd.
"Luks lahk we ain't gettin' eny sleep jest yet, chere'." He mumbles, unusually grumpy for the normally chipper elf. It's just possible that the smarmy over-dressed soldier-wannabe has managed to step on a raw nerve here.
:)
"Pip, could you check that out? Work your magic with the crowd?"
"Pip, could you check that out? Work your magic with the crowd?"
"With pleasure Altai!"
Pip geos to shmooze with the crowd, struming Lucile as he goes:
"What's all the hubbub, bub?"
One of the guys in the crowd, a burly longshoreman, says, "a man name of Xever has turned up murdered, not much more than fifteen minutes ago, in yon alley. He was brutally savaged, by the looks of it...be it by blade or by some vexsome beast, I cannae tell..."
Another overheard convo:
"and this is just the latest weird thing.....a Priest of Kord was savaged last night....this might be related to that...payback, maybe...."
"uh huh...well I heard that two nights ago there was an odd bit of grave robbery....three bodies were exhumed....the odd part was that they stole the coffins, and then left the bodies there..."
Here's the recalculated shares of the Baron Houses morons fight. Ignore the distribution under the previous spoiler.
2 +1 chain shirts - sell for 1100 gp
1 +1 keen bastard sword and a +1 flaming bastard sword - sell both for 8375 gp
500 g.p. in gold, gems, misc. salable crap and.....
For each of us: 12025 gp/6=2004 gp, 1 sp and 7 cp. Enjoy your new bonus! If we adopt the mechanic I suggested in the discussion thread, Oso can spend 1395 gp on sword improvement.
"Xever's dead? The gods must have a horrifying sense of humour... I guess his heart is missing, too?" Altai shakes his head wearily. "With the cretins from the Shadshore Watch investigating, the outcome is given - they'll steal all his emaining belongings before accidentally 'misplacing' the body."
"We can't have that, can we. We'll need to snatch the body and bring it to the temple of Kord so that we can question him and find out who did this. But how are we going to do this?"
"Meh, they get him before me."
"Let's phrase this differently, Gittik: how would you go about horking his snazzy cloak for your mage friend? That friend would be me, by the way."
"You me friend? Me never know. So you want him cloak? OK, we go kill guy who take cloak."
She smiles; her eyes betray a far off sort of stare that focusing on the wee hobniz doesn't seem to make vanish.
"I am Trilby...."
(feel free to google that name)
then she asks,
"Is your true form that of a bird? You make such lovely sounds; yet they don't seem random like the trills and pipings of the birds..."
"I am just a poor bard, my lady, and my guitar sings and trills while I just hold it."
She smiles; her eyes betray a far off sort of stare that focusing on the wee hobniz doesn't seem to make vanish.
"I am Trilby...."
(feel free to google that name)
then she asks,
"Is your true form that of a bird? You make such lovely sounds; yet they don't seem random like the trills and pipings of the birds..."
"I am just a poor bard, my lady, and my guitar sings and trills while I just hold it."
Sure we can. She strolls along with you; utterly oblivious to the nervous looks from Elgan, who she punched harder than Mike Tyson bare-fisted.
"Can your string thing work for anybody? Can it make the songs within come without? Is it a magical thing?"
"You me friend? Me never know. So you want him cloak? OK, we go kill guy who take cloak."
There's about 5 guys, in chain mail, on crowd control.
Three guys--two in chain mail, one in a somewhat disheveled light tan overcoat, seem to be looking at the body.It is skewered to the wall with a zweihander; propped up and slumped against the brickwork. It's stripped down to the....crazy sorcerer underwear....jaguar skin patterns....I'll leave the rest to your imagination...had to get in one more wanky bit of characterization with this guy.
There's about 5 guys, in chain mail, on crowd control.
Three guys--two in chain mail, one in a somewhat disheveled light tan overcoat, seem to be looking at the body.
It is skewered to the wall with a zweihander; propped up and slumped against the brickwork. It's stripped down to the....crazy sorcerer underwear....jaguar skin patterns....I'll leave the rest to your imagination...had to get in one more wanky bit of characterization with this guy.
"Hee hee! You no want cloak, beetle boy, you want knickers! Here, me get for you."
*groan* "Uh, never mind that."
"You sure? They look nice on you!"
"Ah, they're sorcerer undies. It would be like if you would wear Stig's..., ah, exotic platemail. You know, it would be weird."
Sure we can. She strolls along with you; utterly oblivious to the nervous looks from Elgan, who she punched harder than Mike Tyson bare-fisted."Can your string thing work for anybody? Can it make the songs within come without? Is it a magical thing?"
Pip smiles as he talks with Trilby
"It is a magical thing indeed, Lady Trilby. Here I will show you how to work it."
Pip shows her a few basic chords. He pumps her for information while showing her.
"So what were you doing with Hamfist's crew? They're some rough customers for a lady to be hanging about."
Altai keeps an eye on Trilby as the party leaves Hamfist's compound, trying to figure what's up with her.
Beldan stays away from Trilby. She freaks him out a little.
When they reach the crime scene, Beldan elbows his way forward. “Hey,” he says to one of the guards. “That’s our mate Xever that is – what happened to him? The Wytchwardens will want his body you know… We'd better take it to them.”
Sure we can. She strolls along with you; utterly oblivious to the nervous looks from Elgan, who she punched harder than Mike Tyson bare-fisted."Can your string thing work for anybody? Can it make the songs within come without? Is it a magical thing?"
Pip smiles as he talks with Trilby
"It is a magical thing indeed, Lady Trilby. Here I will show you how to work it."
Pip shows her a few basic chords. He pumps her for information while showing her.
"So what were you doing with Hamfist's crew? They're some rough customers for a lady to be hanging about."
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"My master Tatcher is friends with him. They make things together.
My master made me."
She's clunky, almost robotic on the guitar, but seems pleased with the soulless thrum of cord progressions she seems to play; her fingers display an alarming complete lack of discomfort fingering the chords.
Her memory, however, is fascinatingly and queerly perfect in composition though. She quickly can master, and consistently remember about 7 chords in the space of two minutes.
Altai keeps an eye on Trilby as the party leaves Hamfist's compound, trying to figure what's up with her.
She looks completely human, aye....of a comely composition.
Her movements seem delicately jerky though; her demeanor seems.....drugged.
It's hard to say just what is up with Trilby.
When they reach the crime scene, Beldan elbows his way forward. “Hey,” he says to one of the guards. “That’s our mate Xever that is – what happened to him? The Wytchwardens will want his body you know… We'd better take it to them.”
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The guy on crowd control nods once smartly to you; says "hold here a second, sport;" backs up to the guy in the dishevelled overcoat. He speaks to him;
Elgan can hear with his elf ears,"that guy over there says he knows the victim, sir."
the guy in the overcoat looks at Beldan, nods, and smiles, then continues looking over the evidence.
The perimeter guardsman says, "Inspector Ombluco says he'll talk to you; come on over."
Beldan stays away from Trilby. She freaks him out a little.
Elgan keeps the entire party between him and Trilby,
She freaks him out a LOT! (AND he's still nursing a very large bruise from when they 'met')
“Sure…”
Beldan moves past the perimeter to speak to the officer. “Looks like Xever pissed someone off,” he says by way of opening conversation. “Poor bastard.”
"Hello, hello.....Inspector Ombluco...." he proffers a hand to yours; lights an Olman tobacco leaf stogie.
"So you knew dis guy? When's the last time you saw him?
Uh, before he was dead I mean?"
He seems kinda friendly; yet somewhat out of it.
Beldan stays away from Trilby. She freaks him out a little.Elgan keeps the entire party between him and Trilby,
She freaks him out a LOT! (AND he's still nursing a very large bruise from when they 'met')
She bruised your esophagus.
“Earlier today,” answers the thief. “He didn’t have the sword sticking out of him then … and he was wearing more clothes.”
The Inspector looks at you; nods; smiles.
"So, what was the nature of your relationship with....the late Mr. Xever over here? Did he have an item you were supposed to retrieve post-identifying? Or did...you know....somebody tell somebody to tell another guy that knew somebody that said you knew how to get some of those gambling debts back from him? That kinda thing? Hey,...help me see the big picture here." He squints on saying that a little bit. "I'm afraid I don't quite understand much about it."
"My master Tatcher is friends with him. They make things together.
My master made me."She's clunky, almost robotic on the guitar, but seems pleased with the soulless thrum of cord progressions she seems to play; her fingers display an alarming complete lack of discomfort fingering the chords.
Her memory, however, is fascinatingly and queerly perfect in composition though. She quickly can master, and consistently remember about 7 chords in the space of two minutes.
"So, Miss Trilby... Where does your master Tatcher live?"
"In Sasserine, well, he has an old plantation house, south of the city a ways. He has a few places, all over the world though."