Limbo PbP

Game Master Lekku

Biter tilts his head as if he heard something and stalks to the door, whispering as he goes, "Biter is thinking we is'ing having company."

sneaking to door wihtout being heard by the eavesdropper 1d10 + 15 ⇒ (4) + 15 = 19

After a peak out the door, he whispers back to the room, "The black-skinned Longears is'ing in the hall listening."

Perception 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (11) + 4 = 15

Lureene starts to reply, then stops for a moment. She holds up her finger in a silent motion, and starts chanting softly.

Spellcraft DC 16

Gyldyr realizes what Lureene's doing, and walks into the room, not bothering to pretend he hadn't been listening, then walks up to Lureene and apologizes for eavesdropping, asking her to please stop summoning.

Lureene notices someone trying to interrupt her, seeing the object of her wrath, standing in front of her suprises her, and the concentration required for the summoning is broken.

Once she regains her composure, she looks over the elf cooly, and simply asks, "Are you working for Feldus?"

Biter reaches up to tug on Mors' shirt, then, behind a cupped hand asks, "Feldus is'ing being Skinny Man?"

Biter reaches up to tug on Mors' shirt, then, behind a cupped hand asks, "Feldus is'ing being Skinny Man?"

Mors looks down and nods at Biter. "That is the name he gave."

"Yeah, that is actually his name. He definitely has a chip on his shoulder. Beware that one, he will slip a knife into your spleen while giigling, and smirking in your face, watching you bleed to death...I've seen it."

"You was'ing saying before you needing Friend Mors' help." Biter hikes his head toward Mors, emphasizing his question, then shifts his gaze to Bat Woman, tilting his head to one side, "What exactly is'ing you planning?"

"Well, killing him, while it would be a pleasant, won't solve anything. He is most likely a flunky, and has other tougher people ready to step in an dget the job done." she looks at Biter, and continues, "Really tough people."

She turns to Mors, and asks, "Is there anyway we can lure him outside the bar, then he won't be able to re enter it, he will be forced to report to his superiors." she finishes with an evil laugh.

She turns to Mors, and asks, "Is there anyway we can lure him outside the bar, then he won't be able to re enter it, he will be forced to report to his superiors." she finishes with an evil laugh.

"You may have noticed that Limbo has quite a few front doors, as it were. I was warned that trying to destroy one of them could... 'unmake the worlds,' I believe was the phrase that was used."

"You may have noticed that Limbo has quite a few front doors, as it were. I was warned that trying to destroy one of them could... 'unmake the worlds,' I believe was the phrase that was used."

"I am not saying destroy the door, but force him to leave the bar, then shift the door away from the current plane, so he no longer has access to the bar. Is that possible, Mors?"

Mors wrote:

"You may have noticed that Limbo has quite a few front doors, as it were. I was warned that trying to destroy one of them could... 'unmake the worlds,' I believe was the phrase that was used."

"I am not saying destroy the door, but force him to leave the bar, then shift the door away from the current plane, so he no longer has access to the bar. Is that possible, Mors?"

"They cannot be 'moved' per se, and the only way to safely disable it is from the point of it's creation - on the other side of the portal. With so many ways back, I doubt it would solve your dilemma anyway.

Surely there is some diplomatic solution we can pursue..."

Biter answers the word 'diplomatic' with a massive eye-roll and a shake of his head.

"Plus, how is Friend Mors to know Bat Woman is to being trusted? We was'ing only meet Bat Woman recently." Biter waves a non-chalant paw at Bat Woman, "This maying only be way for Bat Woman to remove enemy without being dirtying her hands." Biter punctuates this with a shrug.

"They cannot be 'moved' per se, and the only way to safely disable it is from the point of it's creation - on the other side of the portal. With so many ways back, I doubt it would solve your dilemma anyway.

Surely there is some diplomatic solution we can pursue..."

Lureene thinks about it for a moment, and then says, "Well, every man has his price, and this guy is a coward at heart. So we could offer him an offer too good to be true, or give him what his heart desires."

She adds with a threatening tone in her voice, "If you even suggest having me touch him in any way..."

Lureene thinks about it for a moment, and then says, "Well, every man has his price, and this guy is a coward at heart. So we could offer him an offer too good to be true, or give him what his heart desires."

She adds with a threatening tone in her voice, "If you even suggest having me touch him in any way..."

Not sure who that last was directed at - Mors would certainly never suggest something like that.

"What, do you think, would convince him to leave peacefully?"

Not sure who that last was directed at - Mors would certainly never suggest something like that.

That last was directed at Biter

"What, do you think, would convince him to leave peacefully?"

"Well, we could ask him, I suppose. If we present a unified front, he may back down."

Meanwhile, back in the common room, Olivier begins digging through his ancient satchel - and making some soft and yet frightul noises while doing so.

Suddenly he declares, "Here you are, my little beauty!"

Olivier settles onto his barstool with a strange mechanical device on his lap. He slips his hands into soft leather loops on either side of the contraption, and clears his throat.

"Since our loverly shared common area has become devoid of diversion, I shall endeavor to provide some artistic entertainment. This is a squeezebox. Some might call it an accordian - potato, potahhhto. I have only taken possesion of this delicious instrument a few scant days ago. I have not achieved the proficiency of a virtuoso, by any means, but surely my natural ability and musical aptitude shall suffice for me to render my audience speechless at the beauty and majesty of my performance!"

With that, the old man launches into his concert with gusto. It would be charitable to refer to the sounds emanating from the accordian as music, but at least they are piercing.

And then, just as it seems that it could get no worse, Olivier opens his mouth and begins to screech... um... sing.

"One daaaaaay, in a tavern called Limboooooooooooooo,
I ordered a hot mug of teeeeeeeeeeeeeea.
The beauty that served me was gorgeoussssssssss,
And graciously smiled right at meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

In case it wasn't obvious, Olivier has absolutely no musical talent, no ranks trained in any performing ability, and apparently no sense of personal embarrassment whatsoever.

"Then Skinny Man's employers is'ing just sending someone tougher, though, right? If'ing we are deciding to make a statement," Biter grabs the hilt of his giant sword meaningfully, "then we is'ing to make a strong statement, no? To keep off other big predators, Biter is knowing you should kill a big predator and hanging it in the sun… for all to see. Then big predators know what is'ing to happen when they are to go where they are notting wanted."

Biter re-crosses his arms, "Then again, Biter is'ing still wanting to know how we say Skinny Man is'ing evil. Biter and Friend Mors is'ing still only having Bat Lady's word."

Then his giant ears flutter and he turns his head, "Is'ing something dying downstairs?"

"Then in walked an ugly old orclinggggggggggggg.
He treated us all with disdainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn,
Until he met a goblin named Biterrrrrrrrrrrr
Who laughed while he cleaved him in twainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

the old man launches into his concert with gusto. It would be charitable to refer to the sounds emanating from the accordian as music, but at least they are piercing.

Keane perks up as the accordion begins to screech

"Woa ees tha rumork'bl soond? Nair 'ave aye whinness sucha mujeekul insrumin!"

Thom wanders in through the kitchen door, scratching his head and muttering to himself, then the cacophony of Olivier's playing hit him.

"I ain't know we were havin' a ho-down!"

Thom whips a washboard and a spoon out of his backpack, flops down next to the elderly performer, and blends his own unique, ear-splitting racquet to the song, his boot hammering out a counter-rhythm to the old man's squeezebox.

"oooooooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHH… sing it, ole'timer!"

Keane grabs an empty wine jug from the table and blows out a pattern of a single note, not quite in time with the old man's screeching squeezebox, and the clattering of dinnerware.

mlooooo
mlooooooo
mloooooo
mlooooooooooooooo
mloooo
mlooooo
mloooo
mloooooooooooooooooooooo

"Good Lord! It's started!" cries Mors, upon hearing the wailing from downstairs.

"The pungent thin man has gone mad, and begun slaughtering my patrons! Oh, their screams are terrible! We must stop him!"

With that, Mors runs out of the room, and down the stairs to confront what must certainly be a grisly scene.

"Ye might think this story is crazyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Ye might think our song is insaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane!
But here in this tavern called Limboooooooooooooooo,
We'll drink, laugh, and puncture your brainnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

Thom shouts over the din of sweet, sweet chaotic music, "WHERE'SAT LIL' WING'D GIRL TO MAKE THIS A REAL BARN-RAISER?!"

"We've gathered ourselves quite the partyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
Some short folk, and a lovely with wingssssssssssssssssss!
Some elf-types, and one who's quite stinkyyyyyyyyyyyy!
And one crazy codger who singssssssssssssssssssssssss!"

Without missing a zip of the spoon or a thump of his boot, Thom checks his pits to make sure he ain't the 'one who's quite stinkyyyyy'.

"Here's the chorus, lads!

In Limbo, in Limbo, we come here to drown all our caressssssssssssss!
In Limbo, in Limbo, if yer here t' make trouble - bewaressssssssssss!"

"YEEEEEEEE-HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

Mors shuffles quickly down the stairs, navigating through the press of wakened guests, who left their rooms to investigate the din. Peering over the heads of agitated guests, he searches frantically through the bodies to find the...

"No... bodies. No blood. But, the screams..."

Realizing that the horrible sounds are not the pained demise of his patrons, but in fact a sad attempt at music, He looks around the crowd for Feldus' distinctive shape.

Is Feldus still in his room? Perception check 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

Thom clears his throat, with a shout over to the Maestro, "I got a line.."

We come from all di-fer-ent placeeeeeeessssss!
We're none of us really the saaaaaaamme!
We ain't know that we would land heeeeeerree!
But golly we're happy we caaaaaaammee!

best i could come up with... i ain't no Olivier!

mlooo
mloo
mlooooo
mloooo
Droooon uhl yuh keeeeeeeerrs!
Mloo
mlooo
mloooo
mlooo
Trooobla bee weeeeeeers!

"Well done, laddies!!

Then in walked this young man named Arrynnnnnnnn,
The boy just could not hold his drinkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
He ended up pissin' his britchessssssssssssssssss,
Now he rivals ol' Feldus for stinkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

Thom nearly falls from his seat, slapping his thigh in resounding laughter.

"NO OFFENSE INTENDED, FELLER... "

Is Feldus still in his room? Perception check 1d20+7

Mors

"In time, we wuz joined by Therenaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
A sweet girl who's really good lookinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn'
She seems not to know how to vacationnnnnnnnnnnnnn,
Cuz as soon as she got here, she was cookinnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

Yeah, I'll admit, that one was lame, even for me....

I'm sad that I'll be away from my computer for awhile - this was just getting good!

"HEY!" Arryn yells crossly. "What are you talking about? I didn't...what you just said!"

Plus, Therena's really not that good-looking at all.

Plus, Therena's really not that good-looking at all.

I guess Olivier's spectacles aren't just for show...

Lureene walks into the common room with a new resolve on her face. She takes a position behind the bar, and looks out at the other patrons, looking for all intents and purposes like she is ready for battle.

There is a tentative knock on the door... a figure peeks in... then enters cautiously. It is a dark skinned, bald, and homely man wearing something of a wide-sleeve wrapped shirt, a deep-red sash wrapped around his waist, and a split-legged skirt. A few small weapons are tucked into his sash and clothing.

He briefly scans the room then steeples his fingers in front of his face and bows to everyone and no one in particular. "Are strangers welcome here?" He says in accented common.

This is my first pbp so I'm trying to learn the conventions. Please tell me if I miss a check or whatnot.

"Yes," Gyldyr says to the stranger. His voice sounds mildly pained, but that's probably just because of the "music". He's keeping an eye out for Feldus. perception 20

Rath bows his thanks. Picking up on Gyldyr's mood but mistaking its cause as possibly his own intrusion, "May I ask another question?"

Sense Motive: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Lureene walks over to the table, and gives the newcomer an appraising look. She also gives the cowled elf a wink."So, what can I get you, hun?"

You detect a note of nervousness underneath the well practiced delivery, however.

Feldus wakes from his wine-induced slumber, and notices he is not alone.

Mors Perception DC 12

He stares at the inkeep Mors, before asking, in a steely tone, "Something the matter?"

Lureene walks over to the table, and gives the newcomer an appraising look. She also gives the cowled elf a wink."So, what can I get you, hun?"

You detect a note of nervousness underneath the well practiced delivery, however.

Rath bows to the winged lady and says, with an embarrassed smile, "Nothing, I think. I have little money." He upends the contents of a belt-pouch into his palm - 1 silver piece and 8 copper - "I am willing to work for a meal if this sum is as laughable here as where I came from. Or perhaps water?"

Attempting to pick up the vibe, Sense Motive maybe?1d20 + 3 ⇒ (17) + 3 = 20

Sensing agitation in the patrons now...

Lureene looks at him, thinking for a moment. "Well, we could use a waiter, I guess. I'm the only waitress here, and any help is needed. But my boss has disappeared for the moment. Well he'll show up soon.

"In the meantime, have one on the house."

Gyldyr assumes, from Lureene's wink, that she isn't planning on summoning anything to kill him anytime soon. His raven is now perched above the hearth, watching for Feldus.
Have Olivier and Thomdril stopped yet?

Feldus wakes from his wine-induced slumber, and notices he is not alone.

He stares at the inkeep Mors, before asking, in a steely tone, "Something the matter?"

Realizing that the horrible sounds are not the pained demise of his patrons, but in fact a sad attempt at music, He looks around the crowd for Feldus' distinctive shape.