Swords in Sigil

Game Master Patrick Curtin

Badger looks at the bard and frowns as Scar goes to kiss him he grabs the man.

"You are most certainly not my type, I have no idea where your mouth has been. But I would like to ask you a few questions."

Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19 (OOC: Is that right d20 + str bonus?) He says to Masque I have 50 ft of rope in my backpack get it out.

"Hey what part of No didn't you get guy? Stop trying to kiss me."

I've already got him grappled, Badge--my Fat Merchant Friend, you get the...fine.

The Masque transfers the grapple over to Badger and retrieves his rope.

The two manage to get the love-struck bartender secured. He wails

"No! I don't like bondage I just want to make sweet love to you!"

A large woman with more than a sprinkling of fiendish blood appears at the swinging doors leading to the kitchen area. She is dressed in gore-spattered clothes and carries an impressive cleaver in one scaly hand

"Here now, what's goin' on here? Wot you doin' wif Scar?"

"Masque I think this is your department while I get some answers from Scar here."

He then looks at Scar and says. "I just need you to answer some questions then we can get to what you want to do okay."

"Tell me about the people you are close with in the Hounds. Who are the major players in the city. Can you get use a meeting with them?"

Scar stares up at the Badger all moony-eyed

"Sure, I know them all! I'll introduce you to the Hounds, I'll introduce you to the Arch-Lector himself, just let me touch your sweet body!"

"So who is the Arch Lector and how do you know him?"

Scar wiggles closer to the Badger, putting his head on his thigh

"He's the ruler of Plague-Mort. His name is Byrri Yarmoril. He runs the Hounds, and they run the city."

"How do you know Byrri Yarmoril?"

"I have heard there is another group who contests the Hounds rule in Plaguemort who is that and who is their leader??

Scar begins kissing the Badgers furry thigh just below his kilt

"I see *kiss* him all the time *kiss* when he *kiss* parades in the streets *kiss*"

Scar continues

"Some say *kiss* the Illuminated *kiss* gang would like *kiss* to challenge him*kiss*. The Green Marvent runs *kuss* that crew."

"Here now, what's goin' on here? Wot you doin' wif Scar?"

Good evening, my sweet. What's that? Oh, we're just introducing Scar to the joys of sweaty man love, that is all. Would you care to join us?

[Waggles eyebrows]

Diplomacy 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (3) + 14 = 17

"Now keep focused on the task at hand Scar. We can get to the other stuff later." He steps back from Scar to prevent kissing.

"So you don't really know Byrri that well? Who is the biggest threat to the Hounds power? What about demons have any been spending a lot of time here? Attempting to pull the town back into the Abyss?"

Looking to Masque. "Hey by the way do you have something that can make me forget all of this? Or him and her?"

Um, no, I don't think so. Particularly because we haven't slept in, like, six months. Maybe after this interrogation we should go catch some zzzz's?

"Well finding a spot to rest up might be a good thought. Problem would be finding a spot."

"Let's get the information we need and move on soon though."

Dungeon Monkey wrote:

"Here now, what's goin' on here? Wot you doin' wif Scar?"

Good evening, my sweet. What's that? Oh, we're just introducing Scar to the joys of sweaty man love, that is all. Would you care to join us?

[Waggles eyebrows]

Diplomacy 1d20+14

The woman scowls

" you ain't gonna scrag 'im, yeh? I got work to do"

She disappears back into the kitchen

Scar stops attempting to kiss the Badger's kilt line

"Oh Gods of Air and Shadow! You perverts! What in all that is unholy did you do to me?"

STR check: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Scar struggles, but has no luck against the rope restraint

We all know that you loved it, you little tease. Any more questions for him, My Fat Merchant Friend?

" Who is the biggest threat to the Hounds power? Any word of demons spending a lot time around these parts? "

"Answer the questions and we will let you go we only wanted a little info. If you had given us what we wanted from the beginning no of this would have happened. No don't answer me and I will make certain word gets around about your fetish for orcs in kilts. I am sure your close friend Byrri will be happy to hear about that. In fact why don't you introduce us to the man eh and I will keep this happening between the three of us."

" Who is the biggest threat to the Hounds power? Any word of demons spending a lot time around these parts? "

"Answer the questions and we will let you go we only wanted a little info. If you had given us what we wanted from the beginning no of this would have happened. No don't answer me and I will make certain word gets around about your fetish for orcs in--"

Dexterity check 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22 (Figures I'd waste a nat 20 on this.)

The Masque tries to interject loudly over The Badger.

Your fetish for Fat Merchants, you filthy chubby chaser you!

The Badger is still wearing my crimson masque of disguise

sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (7) + 4 = 11 (OOC: to see if he catches on before he goes ahead.)

Kravok gives Masque a querry still not sure his point. "Right like I said your fetish. If you don't want it getting around you will help us out and then forget about us and we will forget about you."

He's disoriented enough to not catch on

Scar pants and then talks

"Fine! Yeh want information, I'll tell yeh what I know. The Illuminated are rumored to want to take on the Arch-Lector, but that's only street screed*. They have a kip at the Bell and Whistle Tavern. Their leader is the Green Marvent. They aren't powerful enough to do anything yet, but they're too powerful for the Arch-Lector to take down.

As for demons, this is Plague-Mort! We have the largest portal to the Abyss in the Outlands within our city! Half our population is demon, or demon-blooded. My own great-gran was a succubus. If you want powerful demons nearby there is Ghostshadow. She's a Herald of Pazuzu, and keeps kip at the Dark Aerie tavern. Yeenognu has a factor in town named Leapfang. He's a gnoll, but with a lot of demon in his blood. He is usually over in the Gnoll Quarter, at the Ripe Carcass inn. Graz'zt has one of his spawn in residence here too, Laras Grazztsson. Looks human, but he has the six-finger thing his dad has. He's over at the Silken Whisper bordello. "

He looks up at the three.

"Is that enough chant for yeh?"

Slang:

"See that was not so hard my friend. Now if we wanted to meet up with your friend the Arch Lector Byrri where would we do that?"

After he gets his answer he smiles and flips him a coin. " So which of the places you mentioned is closest? " Okay have a great day." He reaches down and loosens the ropes and unties him.

"We are all set now right not going to have any problems with you right? I won't have some concerns about Hounds or anything since if I go down well we know some secrets about you that you don't want to get out there do you."

He then walks away towards the next stop. When out of hearing distance he turns to Masque and says.

"So Bell and Whistle, Dark Aerie, Ripe Carcass or Silken Whisper? I personally am thinking Bell and Whistle and seeing about possible employment and a room for the night."

To Scar: Yeah, freak. [Intimidate] 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

Oh, awesome.

[Later in the alley, after we hopefully aren't detained by my terrible die roll]

I just finished reading the Gord the Rogue books and kind of wanted to go meet Graz'zt, but Bell and Whistle sounds good, too.

What about our looks? I'm thinking we reknot my masque and make you look like someone different and I'll stay out of the open streets until we get some connections in town.

After giving the Badger another make-over, the Masque heads towards the Bell and Whistle.

Scar doesn't give any more trouble, remaining sullen. He winces as he hears bottles breaking back in the common room and the roar of laughter.

"The Arch-Lector yeh'll find in the Arch-Lector's palace. Yeh can't miss it, it's the whole center of town."

He laughs when the Masque mugs at him, then thinks better of it, perhaps remembering the Unnatural lust he got whammied with

"Nah I'll make no trouble. Jest do me a favor and take yer custom elsewhere, yeh?"

Yeah, no problem, perv.

The Crimson Masque heads over to The Bell and Whistle, after suitably altering the Badger's appearance.

"Okay let's go see the Bell and Whistle first then we can check out the Silken Whisper bordello ... but I think we are going to need some coin before we go there knowing how you are my friend such a friend of the ladies and me being so ugly I will need coin to just get in the door."

The two compatriots and their small monkey companion travel the chaotic streets of Plaguemort. The streets are fairly quiet, except for an occasional brawl heard off on a side street.

Eventually the tthree come to a large disreputable-looking public house with a sign reading, The Bell and Whistle. Several large burly men sit about the doorway. They give the three a cursory look as they approach.

Perception rolls please

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 24

The Mad Badger takes a look in turn at the three sizing him up. Staring them down and making certain they are no easy marks.

Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (16) + 12 = 28

"Keep your distance boys you don't want any of this. We just want to go in and have a drink."

Perception 1d20 - 1 ⇒ (7) - 1 = 6

Who are you talking to, Badger?

"These fine gentlemen at the doorway of the establishment we wish to enter. This is the Bell and Whistle."

Oh yes, the Bell and Whistle, the finest drinking establishment in all of Plaguemort. Turns to inn patrons. Believe me friends, you don't want to get in between us and a fermented beverage.

Badger:

one tough at the door grins and gives a mocking bow to the Masque

"we'd never dream of restraining such obvious bloods from getting at their bub. Please, enter and be welcome!"

Under his breath to Masque he says "those guys are Illuminated remember we want to try and find that Green Marvent. Look if we can find a job. So turn on the charm and I will watch your back my friend."

The Masque smiles winsomely at the tough and offers to buy him a drink.

Diplomacy1d20 + 14 ⇒ (6) + 14 = 20

"We need to find Green Marvent he is the leader of the Illuminated. Let's see if he will give us a job."

The Masque smiles winsomely at the tough and offers to buy him a drink.

Diplomacy1d20+14

The tough is touched by the offer

"Sure if yer buying ill bub one. "

He turns to his loitering companions

"I'll be back after a bit"

He turns to the Masque

"I'm Raneld the Red. At yer service"

Raneld is wearing a lot of crimson clothing. He pushes the rather thick and sturdy inn door open

Inside is a dark and close-ceilinged common room. Various groups mutter over ales, looking up as Raneld leads the group to an unoccupied table. A surly-looking tiefling stumps up and takes their order..

"So what news of the Outlands cutters? Did yeh come from the long path or from the Cage?"

Nice to meetcha, Raneld, I am Murgatroid the Mauve and this is Eleazar the, um, Electric Blue. We came by the long path and, man, was it long. I'm exhausted. The Masque pauses. Do you know the Green Marvent?

Badger keeps his eye on Raneld see how reacts when asked about Green Marvent.

sense motive: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5

He does not place his hands on his weapons but he does ready himself if trouble starts.

Raneld looks shifty at the Masque's question

"Oi knows lots of folks, cutter. An' why exactly are yeh rattlin' yer bone box over that blood?"

Well, you know, I'm a stranger here myself, but I've heard that the Green Marvent is the head of a tough gang called The Illuminated, and, since my friend and I are also brightly colored, I thought, you know, maybe we could hang out together?

Bluff rolls

1d20 + 14 ⇒ (18) + 14 = 32
1d20 + 14 ⇒ (15) + 14 = 29

"Perhaps we could get some work? You may need some extra muscle?"

Raneld smiles

"Well, you lot seem to know a bits. Yes. How's abouts I bring yeh to sees a fellow? Mayhap not Marvent, but someone who does a bit of recruitin?"

Um, sounds good to me...

Looks at the Badger questioningly.

He shrugs his shoulders why not. "What is the name of this recruiter?"

Actually, you know, I'm getting kind of tired. Maybe we should meet with this recruiter in the morning?

I have no idea where I am with my spells.

Raneld smiles

"Sure, come back any time. We're always lookin' for fresh blood."

actions?

The Badger is following Crimmy's lead. Not sure though why he suddenly started to back out of it.

He gives Crimson a look like what is up.

"So Raneld what is the name of the recruiter so when we come back we can ask for him?"

Raneld leans in

"Come 'round once darkness falls, eh? Ask about for Imogen. "

"Imogen eh? So are you guys hiring and in need of berks like ourselves? People in the business to do work not tourist type stuff either. I know you guys are supposed to be tough but if we cant meet the head guy maybe we should take our services to someone else who can use them. We had heard you guys were a player in the town but maybe that is just street screed?"