if above: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27
You have found a place for them that could sustain a pack of ratfolk.
Shellin says, "Shellin could draw you a map to a nearby swamp capable of supporting the lot of you... how many are in you warren?"
"Yes, a headcount is important." agrees Kali.
"Beadssssss ssssshow way. Eassssy eassssy. Make good friendssss. We Ssssskinkssss are friendly. Yesssss yesssss" he nods. His eyes swiviling about to scan the area. He didn't like being so open. Lots of things would like to eat him. Yes
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"We have forty or so, squeak," said the lead ratfolk.
"Shellin must be frank: The city above has declared open season on you and your warren. Our offer is to give you a map and a grace period to remove your warren to the place marked therein. Should you refuse, we will have to carry forward with our response."
Shellin will wait anxiously for the reply, behind the moderate safety of the barbarian.
"We will consider the map with the clan elders, squeak. It may take some time before we can consider to leave. squeak," says the ratfolk leader.
"We can give you 24 hours for a response, but we are unable to stop any other Delver's who may come for you in the mean time..."
We can't really stop Kali either if she is impatient... I should work on binding magic...
Shellin will almost visibly drift off in thought before coming back to his senses.
Shellin will find a dry patch of the cobblestone at their feet and crouch to the floor to begin sketching. He is careful to keep his lovely 'front line' between him and the rat folk, equally watching the enemy and his growing map.
"An accord has been struck. You may leave now." Says Kali, who then hocks up and spits in a...ritual sort of way?
"Yesssss. Glad Beadssss could help ssssssmall folksssss like Beadssss." he puts out a claw to shake with the one they have been speaking with
"Hope we become good friendssssss. Yessss?"
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The ratfolk shakes hands with Beads, and then shakes hands with Shellin, and takes the map and leaves for his warren. Leaving you in the sewer.
"Well, what now?"
"We wait?"
"Well, we gave them 24 hours. We can camp out here until we receive our answer, be it verbal or at sword point, or go back to the surface."
Shellin will remain seated on the cobbled sewer walkway, seemingly happy to wait.
"It stinks of filth down here. Let us leave and then come back later."
The sewer is filthy. It smells of sewage and other unpleasant things. It's raining now, and you see the rain come down the grates.
"Dark things hide in dark places," Aleda says in a quiet, dark voice. "Are we certain that they won't simply slit our throats in our sleep?"
"Above ground it is then. It's not too late in the day, so perhaps a chance to walk by the board and look for another job for today?"
Shellin will pull his map back out to find the nearest sewer course to Delver's Square.
Aleda follows.
Kali will walk behind Shellin, looking at his map with interest.
The group can easily find their way back to delver's market at the undercity. It doesn't take too much time until they found the jobs' board. They didn't go too deep in the undercity, it seems.
"Now let us see here..."
Shellin scan the board, and then drift off in his head...
I wonder how the ratfolk will respond... It would be best to grab an antivenom before we return, don't ratfolk like poison?...I wonder what type of poison they would use...
Shellin will shake his head to clear it.
24 hours, a job with a short turnaround time...
Refocused Shellin searches the board.
You find a wanted poster for a Dark Elf mage. Also, give me perception checks.
Kali hears about how to make certain baked goods.
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Beads, you hear the rumor of a blue furred gnoll hanging about the guildsman district. Everyone regards the original source to be drunk on hard cider.
Beads tug at Aleda's clothing. Looking up at her. Puzzled
"What isssss genoll? Sssshould genoll be blue? What isssss drunk? Drunk sssssay blue genoll in placccccce of guildssss"
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Beads tug at Aleda's clothing. Looking up at her. Puzzled
"What isssss genoll? Sssshould genoll be blue? What isssss drunk? Drunk sssssay blue genoll in placccccce of guildssss"
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Aleda responds, "A gnoll is a hyena like humanoid. And a drunk is someone who drinks alcohol too much."
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You see someone smoking something in the square. He has dark rings around bloodshot eyes, darkstained fingers, extremely bad breath, and severe shakes.
Shellin stops and stares in the man's direction.
We are going to ask around for the bounty anyway...
"This bounty will be a sure way to gather money for supplies. Perhaps we should ask around...
While we do that, perhaps we should take the chance to talk to these colorful individuals. Like this blue gnoll, and the curious man Shellin has spotted here in the square.
Without looking away or pointing the man out, Shelli will begin walking in his direction.
"I do not understand what is happening Shellin." says Kali as she follows him towards the man. "What are those pictures about? What is a bounty?"
"If a criminal were to continually elude capture, in the interest of expediting his arrest or death, a bounty is issued.
Basically, if we capture or kill the man whose name is written in the papers that say "Wanted Dead or Alive", we will be awarded the sum written at the bottom.
In our case, one dark mags for 1,000 gold pieces, split between us."
give me gather information checks. :)
While asking around about the dark mags Shilukar, Shellin make a point to stop and talk with the strange man smoking in the square. "Well met, stranger."
[dice=Knowledge Local]1d20+8
While asking around about the dark mags Shilukar, Shellin make a point to stop and talk with the strange man smoking in the square. "Well met, stranger."
You know that gnolls are uncommon in this part of the world. I should have asked for diplomacy checks. In fact, I'll ask for diplomacy checks right now.
As for the strange man, he begs. "Do you have any money for some medicine you can impart on a stranger?" he asks.
The wayward often see and hear a lot
Putting his hand to his chest, Shellin says modestly,
"Shellin can offer you coin or magical healing, but He has no medicine. Perhaps you can offer me some knowledge, in equal exchange?"
"No money, but if you tell me your ailments, I might be able to teach you how to cure them."
"No, I need more shivel," the stranger says. "Get me more shivel, and I can tell you what you need to know."
Knowledge Local, What the *bleep* is shivel?: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (17) + 8 = 25
It's a drug. It's about as dangerous as smoking crack, I think. Long term effects are what I listed. Bloodshot eyes, darkstained fingers, extremely bad breath, and severe shakes.
Shellin seems incredibly bothered by the man's drug addiction, which is immediately evident on his face.
No immediate reward in sight but this can't just be let go...
"Shellin will make a deal with you friend.
5 silver pieces now, for the name of your supplier.
Another 5 in an hour, for as much information as you can gather on the dark mage Shilukar."
At this last, Shellin will extend his hand to the strange man. "Deal?"
Kali looks at the man, then turns to look at Shellin and sees his face, then turns back to the man and says "What is this Shi...vel that you speak of?"
"Shivvel costs more than that," said the deadbeat. "Shivvel is the best thing. You go on a trip with shivvel. It relieves you of headaches and toothaches. I have a bad toothache, and when I take shivvel, the pain is gone."
"4 gold pieces then, 2 and 2 from the previous offer."
Can't be helped then. I know nothing of street drug prices...
"A toothache, eh? I can help with that."
Quick as a jungle cat, Kali grabs the man and snatches out one of his teeth.
"Was that the offending tooth?" she says as she makes to pull out another one.
"Yes, yes that was the offending tooth," lied the deadbeat.
"4 gold pieces then, 2 and 2 from the previous offer."
Can't be helped then. I know nothing of street drug prices...
Give me a knowledge local check again, and we'll see if we can rectify that.