Limbo PbP

Game Master Lekku

Feldus looks acroos the bar patrons and seeing the revulsion in their eyes, mirrored in Lureene's eyes, knows when he is outmatched. He slides the rapier back into its sheath, and mutters, Very well, Barkeep, you win this rounds, but the fight ain't over yet."

Lureene looks across the bar at the uncouth man, and adds, Feldus, why don't you tell your handlers, I am no longer interested in working for them, and leave me in peace. Going after me is not gonna help you at all. and let's face it, without them, you are nothing at all."

Despite Feldus' blade returning to it's sheath, Thom's stays leveled at the little man, and he advances to stand next to his quarry.

"What's the call, Mister Mors?" he asks without taking his eyes from Feldus, "Do we leave the fox in the hen-house?"

Feldus glares in disgust at the human talking to him, but focuses on Lureene "Hey, don't think I enjoy doing this, but when my guy says go get someone then he wants results. He wants you back, and he ain't gonna stop at nothin' until you are with him. Personally, he could just find another wh*** but he don't listen to me, you know that."

As suddenly everyone in the entire room apparently becomes hostile, Bob grips the edge of the table and peers across the top of it aquiver.

Rath remains as he stood at the outset of the altercation - watching Feldus, ready, and lightly balanced on the balls of his feet. His drink forgotten, he is unsure if the matter is entirely settled yet.

"wh***" - an unpleasant word from an unpleasant little man. The bladesman may be right - this may be best settled now. Perhaps, the little man should be set on the path to his next incarnation.

"Why have I got the feeling I have been in this before?" Still, your boss is a stubborn old fool, even though he did pay well. You call me that again, and I'll kill you myself! I am no one's play toy!"

She walks over to the rat-like man, trying to hide her revulsion at being so close to him. So what do we do now? You can see going after me now is futile, because your boys don't know where you are now."

She leans in close, and whispers, "Maybe we can arrange something for you..."

"YOU!" he shrieks, "You kidnapped me! Brought me here to get at my gold, eh? Well, Obadiah Robert Vernon Menkel is not kidnapped by anyone! Guards!"

Without taking an eye off Feldus & Lureene, Rath addresses the newcomer:

"My good man, must you insult the lady so? You aren't ingratiating yourself very well."

While not happy that she feels slightly disinclined to get caught up in the tangle that is Lureens' life, Amber sighs as she goes about redying herself for bed. Once her clothes are folded neatly Amber settles under the blankets and prepares for sleep, glad that the noises from down stairs are totally dampened by the inns stout construction.

In the rooms darkness, a pair of green eyes open and the large black cat pads across the room to pounce up onto the blankets and seeks out a comfortable spot on which to sleep.

"What do you mean not in my land? I was just pushed in here by a ruffian," the man said with an air of indignance.

Feldus, was concentrating so much on what Lureene was aaying, before what the old man says registers in his brain. With a horrified look at the front door, he bolts towards it, and opens it. He looks outside and lets a small moan out. "It's not there, where is it?"

He looks around, and a crafty look comes over his face. "Maybe now I can get away from them, he he. Good sir," He turns to the older gentleman, "Do you need some assistance?"

"What do you mean not in my land? I was just pushed in here by a ruffian," the man said with an air of indignance.

"That is regrettable... but I don't think anyone here had a hand in it. It seems most of us have arrived here by accident. At least, I have."

To Bob: "If you need 'assistance', I'd suggest you talk with the barkeep, Mors."

Bob narrows his eyes at the two men speaking to him. One, on the face of it, appeared to be in the same boat as he was and the bald one claimed that he too was a victim of this strange tavern.

"Mors, eh?" he barked, peering past the bald man, "So who is he when he's at home?"

"Maybe now I can get away from them, he he. Good sir," He turns to the older gentleman, "Do you need some assistance?"

“Leave the newcomer alone – you've caused quite enough trouble, here. It's time you were on your way.”

"Mors, eh?" he barked, peering past the bald man, "So who is he when he's at home?"

Rath offers him a crooked smile, what an intriguing question.

"Friend Obadiyarobber, if I caught your name correctly, that is a question worthy of asking Mors himself." indicating Mors with a turn of his head. "Perhaps, we should ask him?"

Mors peers into Feldus' hood, trying to get a better look at his face. It would be prudent to be able to identify him in the future - provided the odorous man leaves alive.

Perception roll: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (13) + 7 = 20 vs. a disguise roll from Feldus

"I'm not gonna wait all day. Mister Mors asked you to leave." He hefts his massive blade, "either you leave in peace or you leave in pieces... makes no matter to me."

"Pursin'lee, aim eetchin feruh fait." says, Keane, standing and holding his bow casually, like a walking staff.

"Aye 'opee trees sumfon."

To Bob: "Perhaps you'd care to sit over there?" *indicating a corner away from the action*, "I'm sure Mors will be with you soon."
Rath quickly slugs down his drink and waits for the trouble to start or resolve itself.

Feldus looks over at the patrons, and sees no friends among them. He shrugs, and waves to Lureene, "Well, looks like you win this round. but this isn't the first time, right, HONEY? Gotta feeling we will meet again, who knows, maybe I'll find who you're looking for first, and then we shall all meet again."

Feldus then turns, and walks out the front door, and vanishes from sight.

Rath shakes the tension out his shoulders following Feldus' departure. He nods politely to those involved and walks over to Keane.

"Namaste ji! Aap kaha Vudranii bolnii kai liyai siiktai hain?"

Thom slides his greatsword back into it's sheath, a quiet prayer to Gorum is lifted simultaneously. He turns to the two newcomers and gives a crooked smile, the effect ruined by the tall vertical scar running from hairline to jaw on the right side of his face.

"Welcome, pardners. Sorry for the cold welcome. Maybe Lureene here," a sheepish smile and a slight blush accompany his words, "… I reckon she can take care a' ya."

Then the tall youth goes to sit back down next to the dwarf, and you can just hear him mutter as he departs, "In Limbo, in Limbo, if yer here t' make trouble - bewares."

"Well, I'm glad that resolved itself," Gyldyr says, closing his spellbook. "I never did like rats."

Lureene watches Feldus leave the bar, an inscrutible look in her eyes. after a moment, she sighs, and turns her attention to the newcomers. She walks over to Thomdril, and gives him a hug, and whispers into his ear, "My hero.", before moving on to the older gentleman.

"What can i get you, sir."

She turns to look at the cowled elf, with a look on her face, almost resembling surprise. "Funny you should say that, he certainly is one. Unfortunately, he will be back, his kind always come back."

"Namaste ji! Aap kaha Vudranii bolnii kai liyai siiktai hain?"

"Eh? Wussat? Soory boo tai cannut andarsundyee - Je spee koman, per'aps?"

"Unfortunately, he will be back, his kind always come back."

I'm assuming my 20 perception was enough to get a glimpse under his hood.

"What exactly is his kind, Lureene? He seemed to be some kind of..." he glimpses at Gyldyr "well, some sort of rat-man. Very disturbing."

I'm assuming my 20 perception was enough to get a glimpse under his hood.

"What exactly is his kind, Lureene? He seemed to be some kind of..." he glimpses at Gyldyr "well, some sort of rat-man. Very disturbing."

His feature did have a vaguely rat like quality to them.

Lureene looks at her employer, and nods, "Yeah he could have been a rat man, I guess, but whenever i saw him, he looked the same just as he did now. What say you, elf man,"as she motions at Gyldyr .

Mors wrote:

I'm assuming my 20 perception was enough to get a glimpse under his hood.

"What exactly is his kind, Lureene? He seemed to be some kind of..." he glimpses at Gyldyr "well, some sort of rat-man. Very disturbing."

His feature did have a vaguely rat like quality to them.

Lureene looks at her employer, and nods, "Yeah he could have been a rat man, I guess, but whenever i saw him, he looked the same just as he did now. What say you, elf man,"as she motions at Gyldyr .

"Rat-like features, unpleasant smell, thief... hints toward being a wererat, though only hints. He basically told me he was a wererat, when he was trying to find out my business and I was less than friendly. He figured, however, that I would not risk letting that information out..." he trails off. While he suspected that Lureene knew of his heritage, he didn't want to let Mors know.

"Rat-like features, unpleasant smell, thief... hints toward being a wererat, though only hints. He basically told me he was a wererat, when he was trying to find out my business and I was less than friendly. He figured, however, that I would not risk letting that information out..." he trails off. While he suspected that Lureene knew of his heritage, he didn't want to let Mors know.

Lureene nods again, "Yeah, that sounds like a wererat to me. They can infect you by biting you right? Curious, he never shifted into the rat form around me, of course that could be because he is a wizard. In any event, watch your backs, he will stab you in the back, if he gets the chance."

The doors open and a tall, lanky, gum-nut brown Elf skips into the room.

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She wears a simple shirt, help closed with a few buttons. Around her waist is a skirt of material, tied off at one hip. Upon her back she caries a pack with what appear to be ll her adventuring gear, perhaps also all that she owns. Coming to the bar, she shrugs her shoulders, dislodging the back, which falls down only to be caught and swung around until resting upon the floor beside a stool. Deftly she hops up onto said stool, tucking and folding her bare brown legs beneath herself.

"Feh, an' that durn thing don't half get heavy fer all th' traipsin' around I bin doin'." She actually glares down at her back pack for a moment, "Should'a stuck t' swimmin' with th' darn thing. least t'is easier t' float it along..." She mutters under her breath.

Twisting her head around, she looks about the room. Large blue eyes blinking at every one.

"Um, G'day t' ye!" (^_^)

Gyldyr wrote:

"Rat-like features, unpleasant smell, thief... hints toward being a wererat, though only hints. He basically told me he was a wererat, when he was trying to find out my business and I was less than friendly. He figured, however, that I would not risk letting that information out..." he trails off. While he suspected that Lureene knew of his heritage, he didn't want to let Mors know.

Lureene nods again, "Yeah, that sounds like a wererat to me. They can infect you by biting you right? Curious, he never shifted into the rat form around me, of course that could be because he is a wizard. In any event, watch your backs, he will stab you in the back, if he gets the chance."

Gyldyr snorted derisively at the fact that the wererat was a wizard, only glancing briefly at the newcomer.

(Ash would join you, Suny, but aren't we- I mean, aren't you and Ash and the rest in the middle of a dungeon trying to find some sort of kobold demigod?)

"Eh? Wussat? Soory boo tai cannut andarsundyee - Je spee koman, per'aps?"

"sorybuutai?" Rath's features cloud over with brief confusion, "Ah - sorry about - you said. Your common is not easy for me to understand. I though you spoke my native tongue. Forgive my ignorance."

Hearing snatches of the conversation about Feldus, Rath wanders over to hear more and addresses the dark-skinned elf's last comment.

"A wererat, you say? A how-do-you-say-it-in-common a 'ly-can-thrope' - yes?", he fumbles over the unfamiliar word.
"That would have been good to know before fighting him." he concludes, subconsciously patting one of a pair of odd looking short-hafted weapons tucked in his sash.

Lureene starts to shake off her mild funk, after watching the wererat leave the bar. She was glad he was gone, but some of the things he said troubled her. She would dwell on it later though. Maybe, talk with Mors about it.

Turning to Gyldyr nad the monk, she adds, "Yeah he may have been a lycanthrope, but that one always travels with his posse, if you know what I mean."

She turns her attention to the newcomer elf lady/girl, dressed very unusually. Wow she shows even more skin that I have seen in my travels. Perhaps she is from a tropical world?

"Good day to you, hun, what can I get ya?"

Every adventurer needs a break from adventuring, once in a while, he he.

Suny smiles at the woman behind the bar.

"Well, I don't rightly know. Somat t' be nibblin' on an' somat t' wet me pipe 'd be nice. I've some shine an' stuff in me kit t' trade with." The blond Elf looks around.

"I must say, this Pub's nice an' lively. There's been 'nuther attempt or two at things like this, y'know?" She looks quizzically about her at every one else.

Ah, y'see that's were yer makin' a' assumption. I in't whut ye think I is. See, there's been 'nuther couple of "Shared dump Pubs" come in't existence around abouts, an' a while back some one went an' threw 'em selves in't such an affair *^_^*. Then, t' prove a point t' a trouble-some na-er do well, I kind'a twisted the braneworik an', well, here I be. A phlantasm o' a copy o' an original. Y'ken? (^_^) Asides, I like t' practice me speakin'. ;)

Asides, them t'other threads are a mite slow sometimes. ;) Not that there's anything wrong with that! Partakin' in'a thread whut updates faster'n I c'n get a post in edge wise 'tween Real Life is a bit of a bugger t' boot.

Suny smiles at the woman behind the bar.

"Well, I don't rightly know. Somat t' be nibblin' on an' somat t' wet me pipe 'd be nice. I've some shine an' stuff in me kit t' trade with." The blond Elf looks around.

"I must say, this Pub's nice an' lively. There's been 'nuther attempt or two at things like this, y'know?" She looks quizzically about her at every one else.

Lureene pauses, trying to digest the funny accent, but after a few seconds gets the gist of what she wants, namely food and drink. Really, isn't that what they all want? She heads to the kitchen and smells the remains of the stew, Wow, that smelled good! Realizing she was starved for human food, she decided to fix herself up a bowl of the stew and a slice of bread as well, in addition to the young elf's portions.

She heads back out to the common area grabbing a bottle of elvish whitespring wine and pours her a glass, then sits down next to the young pretty elf lady, and says, "Here ya go, hope you like it.

Ah, y'see that's were yer makin' a' assumption. I in't whut ye think I is. See, there's been 'nuther couple of "Shared dump Pubs" come in't existence around abouts, an' a while back some one went an' threw 'em selves in't such an affair *^_^*. Then, t' prove a point t' a trouble-some na-er do well, I kind'a twisted the braneworik an', well, here I be. A phlantasm o' a copy o' an original. Y'ken? (^_^) Asides, I like t' practice me speakin'. ;)

Asides, them t'other threads are a mite slow sometimes. ;) Not that there's anything wrong with that! Partakin' in'a thread whut updates faster'n I c'n get a post in edge wise 'tween Real Life is a bit of a bugger t' boot.

That's ok, as long as Selyne doesn't show up, she currently has her hands full, literally, he he

Lureene pauses, trying to digest the funny accent, but after a few seconds gets the gist of what she wants, namely food and drink. Really, isn't that what they all want? She heads to the kitchen and smells the remains of the stew, Wow, that smelled good! Realizing she was starved for human food, she decided to fix herself up a bowl of the stew and a slice of bread as well, in addition to the young elf's portions.

She heads back out to the common area grabbing a bottle of elvish whitespring wine and pours her a glass, then sits down next to the young pretty elf lady, and says, "Here ya go, hope you like it.

In the time Lureene has been 'out back' Suny has hopped off her perch and is bending over, rummaging through her pack when Lureene returns. Even at the sound of the bowls clunking onto the counter, Suny continues to search through the packs contents. A few minutes later she stands, presenting Lureene with a small, white sheen-ed orb nestled in a cupped palm.

"Here'n ye go. This should be enough." Suny happily presents a pearl to Lureene as payment, before leaning over and inhaling the scent of the stew, eyes closed and a dreamy expression upon her face.

"Mmmm, that do smell nice!" Suny exclaims, then her eyes blink open.

"OH! Th' name's 'Suny', by th' way.!" She sticks out her other hand. (^_^)

'Um, so's these be patrons or other folks whut work here?" Suny adds absently, looking around at every one else innocently.

In the time Lureene has been 'out back' Suny has hopped off her perch and is bending over, rummaging through her pack when Lureene returns. Even at the sound of the bowls clunking onto the counter, Suny continues to search through the packs contents. A few minutes later she stands, presenting Lureene with a small, white sheen-ed orb nestled in a cupped palm.

"Here'n ye go. This should be enough." Suny happily presents a pearl to Lureene as payment, before leaning over and inhaling the scent of the stew, eyes closed and a dreamy expression upon her face.

"Mmmm, that do smell nice!" Suny exclaims, then her eyes blink open.

"OH! Th' name's 'Suny', by th' way.!" She sticks out her other hand. (^_^)

'Um, so's these be patrons or other folks whut work here?" Suny adds absently, looking around at every one else innocently.

Lureene accepts the pearl and slips it into her pouch for Mors to look at later. She is not good at judging wealth, but she guesses it is a pretty penny.

She then takes the proffered hand and shakes it. "Suny, a lovely name, I believe I like it", she exclaims as a child-like giggle escapes her lips.

She points out Mors, "He is the owner and barkeep of this fine establishment", Therena, "Our cook", and Ravarath, "Our server. I am the head waitress, here."

"The rest are our customers and patrons, feel free to mingle."

At Lureenes' introduction of every one around the room Suny grins and waves to every one.

"HEY YA!" (^_^)

Arryn sheathes both daggers at his waist, now that the wererat has fled with his tail between his legs. He calls Lureene over and asks her what the cook has planned for dessert.

Lureene saunters over to the youth, armed to the teeth, it seemed. He's got more blades on him than a mariliths tongue. she give him a hug, murmering, "Thanks, cutie. Dessert, let me go check on that.

Lureene looks over at Therena, with a questioning look. "Maybe you can whip something up for these guys, and I will provide some entertainment in the meantime.

She points out Mors, "He is the owner and barkeep of this fine establishment", Therena, "Our cook", and Ravarath, "Our server. I am the head waitress, here."

Rath raises an eyebrow, surprised to find out he is officially part of the staff. He'd barely had time to offer Mors his services before the situation with the wererat came to a head. Clearly Mors is a decisive man. He shrugs. Beggars and penniless monks can't be choosers.

"Dessert? Why of course! I think I saw the ingredients back there to whip up one of my favourites. Homey, to go with the homey stew. It will need coffee to go with it, I assume that's not a problem, Mors?"

She turns to head back into the kitchens. "Now where's my little helper?" She looks around the common room, but doesn't see him. "Oh, dear. He's not here. That's too bad," she says in a voice that sounds anything but saddened at Biter's absence from her kitchens.

"Mistress, I have some small skill in the kitchen [Cooking +3]. May I be of service - until your helper arrives?"

"You have cooked before? Tell me then, what is the proper way to knead dough - well-floured hands on a floured counter, or putting the dough on the floor and jumping on it with bare feet?"

"I think floured hands and counter... but then perhaps your cooking method differ from those of my people." He smiles, "We don't often cook with our feet."

"I guess that proves you're not a goblin then. You are most welcome in my...I mean...Mors' kitchen. Come. I have some strawberries that need washing, hulling, and slicing." Therena grabs the monk by the arm and drags him back through the swinging doors into the kitchens.

"Hello," Gyldyr says absently to Suny. His familiar is looking with interest at her pack.
"Entertainment?" the wizard asks Lureene,

"Hello," Gyldyr says absently to Suny. His familiar is looking with interest at her pack.

Suny grins back, then attempts to scoop up the bird.

Grapple Roll:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

Hopein' that be enough. (^_~)

"In't you cuuuute!" Suny coos' as she snuggles the bird in her lap.