Swords in Sigil

Game Master Patrick Curtin

The Crimson Masque yawns. When the Badger gives him the look, he mimes "I'm out of spells!"

Using Bluff 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (14) + 14 = 28 and Linguistics 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (15) + 9 = 24 and Sleight of Hand 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

Sense Motive and Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d20 + 10 ⇒ (12) + 10 = 22

(OOG: Not sure if 10 is enough to figure out what he is saying but I think I do notice he is trying to say something. So he will go along with Crimson.)

"We will come back later. You know a good place to stay the night?"

Raneld grins

"Are yeh flush or no?"

"We don not have a lot of disposable income no. Which is why we want the jobs."

Any place around here recommended by Zagat?

Mad Badger looks at his friend quizzically.

Raneld smiles thinly

"I don't know this Zagat berk, but if you want cheap digs the Portalusca is down the street. Mad Marriet is a bit barmy, but you can get a room at a Stinger a day"

Cant:

"Thanks Mad Marriet it is. We will stop by later after we get some shut eye."

He turns to leave heading towards the place thinking Crimmy will join him. After they are out of ear shot.

"So you think he was giving it to us straight? I think we should try and get a job and see what happens get some coin. We stay at this place rest up and play the whole mercs needing cash thing and find out what is going on here. Perhaps we can get the intel from within the Illuminated?" Then perhaps we can get ourselves hired out by the other group afterwards.

No. I think every word he said was a lie, including "a" "and" and "the." But I think we should pretend to believe and sign up and see what happens. After we got some sleep, that is. I'm knackered!

"Okay lets get some rest and then head back and see what the story is with the "recruiter"."

They enter the Mad Marriet and get a room for the night.

The Portalusca is a haphazard affair, looking like it grew alongside the street front like a large roomy fungus. They enter a small common room filled with a few shiftless-looking berks having a pint after whatever shenanigans they got up to that day.

Towards the back of the room is a long bar; behind which is a large hulk of a woman cleaning glasses with a filthy rag. It is hard to see in the dim light, but she looks pretty big

The Masque strides directly over to Mad Marriet.

Greetings, my large and lascivious lady. I am Murgatroid the Mauve and this is my boon companion, Eleazar the Electric Blue. Bows Might I inquire if you are the gregarious and generous hostess that I have heard about, Mellifluos Marriet?

Diplomacy1d20 + 14 ⇒ (2) + 14 = 16

Badger stands there and keeps an eye on the shifty folk if any get to close he gives them the patented Mad Badger stare.

Perception: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (3) + 10 = 13

Intimidate: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (17) + 12 = 29

The Masque strides directly over to Mad Marriet.

Greetings, my large and lascivious lady. I am Murgatroid the Mauve and this is my boon companion, Eleazar the Electric Blue. Bows Might I inquire if you are the gregarious and generous hostess that I have heard about, Mellifluos Marriet?

Diplomacy1d20+14

LOL almost a skill fumble!

The large woman puts the glass down and leans forward. She is middle aged and fully seven feet tall. Her face is a patchwork of fading scars, crisscrossed like a spider web along her seamed face. One chipped tusk jutting from her jaw speaks of some humanoid ancestry. One eye is a muddy brown and squinty, the other is a large round red-irised thing with a cat-like pupil surrounded by scars.

"I don't ken wot yeh called me berk, but I'm Marriet, just Marriet."

She cracks large knuckles in her two knobbly hands

"Wot do yeh want?"

Badger stands there and keeps an eye on the shifty folk if any get to close he gives them the patented Mad Badger stare.

[dice=Perception]1d20 + 10;

[dice=Intimidate]1d20 +12;

The drinkers seem to be concentrating on their cheap ales, at least when Kravok looks about. No one seems to be in the mood to start anything with the fearsome-looking half-orc

Since this seems perhaps more suited for his skills he steps in.

"We be needing a room Marriet. And a round of ales."

He tosses 4 silver down on the table.

"For the room and ales. Where can I get food?"

(OOC: Can I use the same intimidate check or should I roll again?)

Since this seems perhaps more suited for his skills he steps in.

"We be needing a room Marriet. And a round of ales."

He tosses 4 silver down on the table.

"For the room and ales. Where can I get food?"

(OOC: Can I use the same intimidate check or should I roll again?)

No that's fine

Marriet looks the Mad Badger up and down. The cat's-eye pupil in the red staring orb narrows a bit, but the four worn silver coins disappear as if they were never there.

"Room on fourth floor up back stairs. Has a big black stain on door. That's your room. This will pay one night wif' meals and drinks. House beer."

She pulls two foamy mugs of colorless lager and sets them on the bar.

"Stewpots at the hearth. Trenchers in the basket next."

She points to a large stone hearth with a large metal pot over a fitful fire. a basket of stale bread loaves stands nearby

He nods to her. He picks up his ale drains it and smiles for a refill.

When he gets his refill he heads over to the metal pot gets a trencher cores it out and scoops out some of the stew from the pot into it. He reaches and hands Crimson a loaf for his own stew.

"We will need to make due with this until we get more cash my friend. When we get to our room I will keep watch you get rest so you can replenish."

[Yawns]

Thank you, Badger.

"No Worries bud I got your back. " He hands him the hollowed out trencher of bread with stew in it. Makes another for himself. Finds a seat for the two of them away from the others quiet spot.

In a low tone
"So why do you think the guy is was lying? We still need to get a lot of intel, on this place and find out about the local demons and those other groups. I think finding out if the Illuminated is a good start. What do you think of this place so far?"

I just don't trust anyone on these demonic planes. But, you're right, we need intel...and gold. What do I think of this place so far? It sucks! All the women are hunchbacked and mole-bedecked and all the drinks taste like they've been filtered through a bullywug's bladder! I can't wait til we get back to Sigil!

So saying, the Crimson Masque turns over on his side, pulls his blanket up over his head and goes to sleep.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

He shrugs. "I did not think it was that bad ... but I hear you, I want to get back too and get paid. Get some shut eye and we will have back at it when you are rested.

The Mad Badger lets Crimson sleep 8 hours and then wakes him to get some shut eye himself.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............

"Hey Crimson, your shift is up." He gives him a shake.

"I need some shut eye now."

The Masque waits until the Badger is asleep, walks over to the door with the black stain, locks it, and goes back to bed.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Is there a lock on the door?

Shhh, go back to sleep, Badger.

If there isn't a lock, the Masque gets a chair and props it up under the door handle. If there isn't a chair, the Masque slides a bureau in front of the door. If there isn't one of those, maybe the Masque will stay awake.

"We need money I don't like this place. Can't sleep keep thinking someone is going to come in the door to try and take our things or something worse."

[Reminds himself to take sleep if and when he ever levels]

(I have too many HD to be affected by it.)

So if there is a lock on the door her does not worry about it.

"Crimmy shouldn't you be finding some company for your bed rest about now?"

All the chicks in this plane are hunchbacked with hairy moles. I might as well fool around with you...

[Laughs unconvincingly]

"You tried that once already. You said you didn't like being on the bottom. Me I am always a top."

The two retire to their room. The door indeed has a large black stain of dubious provenance upon it. Inside there are two sagging beds with stained linens. A small washbasin with some brownish water stands nearby. The door is equipped with a crossbar. The crossbar is the newest piece of wood in the room, testifying to a recent replacement.

Assuming no further issues

1d6 ⇒ 3

The two (and their lemur friend) sleep uneasily. They all awake with several nasty bites from some of the other bed occupants. A dim light filters in from the narrow barred window that pocks the wall of the room.

Actions??

[Looks at Badger]

They're not my bites..

"Bed Bugs ... I should have known. Slept on the floor more likely to get a good night sleep that way."

"Don't you have some magic to take care of stuff like that?"

Yeah, but I was outta spells, remember? Maybe we could pick up some unguents and lotions and have Frumious rub them in? Otherwise, we should get back to work.

Frumious you have something that might help?

Frumious rummages through his tiny rucksack

"I have an orison, Protection from small vermin. I also have some salve, but.."

He hold up a bottle the size of a small grape

"I don't think I can cover that much of you"

The Masque laughs.

You must be getting soft with all of these years in Sigil, Badger. Remember when we first met and you had that nasty rash all over your nether parts? You didn't complain once!

"I was thinking more for you Crimmy so you can get some sleep and learn those spells you want."

"Me I hardly notice it."

"Anyways if you have your spells now Crimmy lets get back at it. I want to stay in a nice place with some better ale."

He gets up does his morning exercises and then heads out back to the Bell and Whistle to find Imogen after dark.

In the meantime, The Crimson Masque practices on his guitar.

"Lamenting another lost woman Crimmy? I am sure that our hostess Marriett could use some friendship and companionship this evening perhaps you can talk to her and get rid of your blues eh?"

He laughs as he is doing his inverted one hand push-ups. Sweat rolling off his brow.

As he finishes his extra long series of exercises he feeling hungry looks at Crimmy.

"Should we eat?"

The day has dawned stormy, a low blanket of clouds shrouding Plaguemort's sky. The occasional grumble of thunder can be heard. As they go down into the common room, they see Marriet knocking back a rather large stein of ale and piling into a plate of sausages and eggs. She looks up as the three enter

"Yeh leaving? Or yeh stayin' on? "

"Ah I think we be moving on. My friend didn't enjoy the guests in our room last night."

Looks to Crimson. Then he turns to leave even though his stomach is growling some. He thinks about where he might find his next meal.

Mad Marriet shrugs

"Suit yerselfs."

She resumes her methodical destruction of her breakfast

Actions?

They head out towards the Bell and Whistle to look for a job.

Can I get some sausages?

Diplomacy 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (10) + 14 = 24

Or if that is not open looks for another spot to go and see if work or information comes their way.

Bump