Alex nods to Borden as he gives the children money to be safe, and then follows Askan to the door.
Sadly, Alex finds a rotted piece of floorboard with his foot and crashes loudly through
SHI- Alex bites off the curse angrily
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Nevynxxx... The ranseur is a reach weapon.... IDK if you knew that but it has a six foot pole...
Alex moves forward, but does so in a reserved manner, so that he is still ready to fight. Standing above the demihuman with a pike, he calmly swings the weapon at the creature's Kukri.
"Boy, if you want to keep that hand, don't draw a weapon on me again." Alex bluffs straight faced
Alex thinks for only an instant, bringing his Ranseur to bear from the rear of the group. "Don't kill unless you must. We are not butchers. he whispers, hoping that the shreds of humanity within the group are enough....
Alex looks at Askan, who decides what's important?
Alex shakes his head in utter frustration... There were harder locks than this on windows of merchants' homes... As a child he had to pick locks like these while hanging by one hand, and he had to get them open in less than a minute or he wouldn't be standing here today... And this man was spending ten minutes on each lock... Every failed picking, every dropped tumbler, every whispered curse after dozens of failures... These little annoyances are grating on Alex's nerves... We have watched him fail nearly sixty five times in far less than an hour and he is still pompous and self congratulatory....
"Does anyone have a set of picks? I can open this cabinet if anyone does... ALex whispers in the center of a cloud of smoke, while looking at the storage piece
Alex has more than enough time while Lazlo is wasting another ten minutes on picking the lock to smoke his foul smelling roll-up, and look through the cabinet and then inspect the board to the south. Edit: Alex also collected his ranseur
Alex takes mental note of the items gathered and watches Askan, "Lead on... I'm Rear Guard". he says, screwing a fat cigar between his teeth, but not lighting it yet...
After bringing the weapon down on the side of the sleeping mans head, Alex grunts, and keeps an eye on Lazlo, making sure that the sleeping man doesn't come down with a severe case of slit-throat
Alex moves forward quietly with cosh in hand, utterly silent... His face shows an expression of disdain as he swings the weapon down
Alex moves to the door, muttering to himself and pulling a shot filled cosh out of his pocket, setting his Ranseur to the side. ]"somebody open up the damned door"
Alex gives an expression in the direction of Lazlo, it was very similar to a smile, but this expression did not show the slightest amusement, but it did show a large number of teeth. "Morality is what separates me from Lamm, I have standards. I know that when people curse me they will have to look into my face and know that while they hate me and see me as just another merc with a weapon, I see myself as a man. I have a code." Alex hisses, "If you want to go through your life as just another butcher, the scum underneath of the shoes of the real heroes, that's fine by me, but don't ever think that because I won't kill a sleeping man, I won't kill... You are wrong. I think that the best way to win a fight is with one man down and still breathing, but if I ever think that its me or him, and I know he's going at me with everything he's got... I'm not going to hold back. Alex straightens up and he holds his weapon tightly, Alex is not a very large man, but speaking down to him because he has morals seems to have struck a nerve.
Alex looks at Lazlo and then at Askan, "I agree with Askan, Its very unlikely that anyone would be able to interrogate him without him shouting out, and I am not a butcher. I won't be soaked in the blood of a sleeping man simply because you don't want to search the old fashioned way." Alex grips his ranseur in one hand and reaches for his cigars with the other... then stops and sighs annoyed that he can't smoke
Alex goes to the door behind the desk, and attempts to peer under the door,
can someone check the desk, for keys or such? Alex whispers as he goes about his business
*puffs quietly on noxious cigar*
As Lazlo goes to pick the lock, Alex takes up position behind and to the right a little ways, ranseur in hand and eyes darting around, looking for anything that would cause trouble to the vigilante.
Alex glares at Askan, Lazlo, and Basil, "First of all, I said, 'We need a leader', not 'I am going to be the leader.' I said we needed a person in charge so that the group, which, If I'm not mistaken has six members, and that means we can theoretically have a 3/3 tie, which means we need a tie breaker. We need someone with a modicum over control over the others, even if it is only a formality. Now, Borden seems to think I should be the leader, and looking at the rest of you, the only one who seems to be quiet and thoughtful is Kazandru, so he would get my vote if it got put to it."
Alex twists his ranseur's butt into the ground, craving a cigar, but not enough to risk the group, "I agree with the stealthy approach, but I don't think we should move out until this matter gets solved."
Alex waves the others over, quietly whispering. "I think that there should be a leader or spokesperson for this group, Lamm has a strict chain of command, and he holds the leashes, he doesn't get arguments and that means his side is efficient. So efficient that the watch doesn't mess with him because they are covert. We need to be the same." Alex waits, letting them think for a minute before he tries to continue
"Well..." he sighs, "I'll try once, but I'm not going to try to wrangle the unwilling. If they want to charge off and do their own thing. I'm not going to force myself as leader, but I'd rather have a cohesive force than a cluster of individuals. he reaches for his cigars, but stops his hand halfway, deciding against it... He pats Borden's shoulder, thank you he says simply
Alex grinds put his cigar, as the last member hits the door... Hmmmm..... he murmurs taking to the back alleys and secret shortcuts, Alex hurries over to the Docks, and waits casually ranseur in hand,
Alex looks slightly surprised by the fact that someone looked to him for guidance, but he takes it all in 'stride'. He thinks for a short moment, and then replies I think that the river entrance is a terrible idea... Have you ever seen a portcullis drop onto a person? Being trapped at the bottom of a muck filled river with a metal spike through my stomach is not what I want to do with my night. A thought seems to cross his mind... A front door... Hmmm.... Does anyone know where we could find an Auroch?
Alex waits, quietly, doing all there is to do, chatting quietly, though very politely with the others, until the other members have returned. "Well I can use my weapons pretty well, and I'm pretty good in a brawl, I can climb, and jump pretty well, though I'm a touch hampered by my armor. I was born and raised in this city, so I know it very well, and I have quite a few contacts." Alex provides, his usual cloud of smoke absent for the moment as he holds the cigar between two fingers...
"Calm down, he's still got plenty of time..." The weathered man seems completely at ease, having mastered the art of doing nothing when there is nothing to do.
"I'm Alex Stride, you can call me Alex, or 'Strider' I don't care which." He grins like a shark behind the dark-smelling cloud, "And it seems our medium friend is right. The 'Little Lamms' are out in force over by Pier 17." Alex seems to straighten up more and taps his ranseur butt against the floor. "So we go in an hour when that fellow.... whatsisname....gets back? I'm fine with that."
Knowledge in mind, and slightly heavier in his satchel, Alex returns well ahead of the schedule that he provided, a new cigar gripped betwixt his teeth
"I was planning on getting some more information, you can't plan for the unknown, but I can plan for what I do. Alex calls back as he disappears into the night air. I'll be back in an hour if you all wish to wait, or meet back up
DM: I'm looking for information on the area Gaedrn is occupying, what type of setup he has, and then I'm going to buy 100ft of silk rope and a set of manacles
Alex gives an 'I told you so' smile, when the old woman enters the room and reminds himself to give Foul Richie an silver for good information. Watching the others as she speaks Alex listens quietly. Giving a salute to the elderly woman, Alex says in a calm, but carrying voice, "Miss Zellara, I promise you, Gaedren will answer for his crimes." He steps out the door, dropping the smoldering cigar butt on the cobblestone path and grinding it slowly beneath his sole
Leaning against the wall, Alex seems to relax, as if he has stood and waited without knowing when the next interesting thing will happen for many nights. Every so often the coal at the end of his cigar glows a bright cherry red, he makes no further sound except for the inhale, the exhale, and the light settling of ash on the floor. He seems to nod imperceptibly when Lazlo speaks of the nature of Nobility, even though he does not agree with the levels of hatred. The poor sod who gathered this bunch has clearly not thought through all of the personalities. Some of them look like they are the type to give you a rough up, a couple would likely talk you ear off, and that last one is the type you only want to meet when they're on the other side of a nice sturdy set of bars.
Alex's lips twists at the mention of the name of Amara, but in the motion of the people moving into the room it is lost. Alex's cigar fills the room with just a hint of smokey foulness. He keeps his hands just softly gripping his weapon, not threatening anyone, just keeping it close at hand. "Its not likely to be one of us.... considering that Zellera the fortune teller was recently slighted by the unfortunate mister Lam." Alex says, head engulfed in the cloud of deep grey. Watching the others in the group quietly from the shadows and forsaking the offered food and drink.
Alex looks at Kazandru, and his face seems to scrunch up around the eyes, as if trying to remember something "Well, this Harrow card showed up mysteriously in my possession, and I was following the instructions there-upon" he says, each word allowing a little puff of smoke to pass through his lips, and ending the sentence with a large long cloud of smog. His stance is forced to relaxation, keeping a light grip on his weapon, Something about this person was vaguely familiar...as if I've met him before....
With the street knowledge in mind, Alex arrives at the meeting area with his polearm in one hand, and a battered and tarnished breastplate on. His careless stride is relaxed and he seems very at ease.. Pounding the butt of his hand on the door he smiles and leans on the weapon... Lighting a cigar
Alex Stride wakes, and sits up, a lengthy yawn pushing past his lips, and he gets up, walks across the room, gently tapping the old breastplate that is hanging on the back of his door. after he steps into the hallway outside the room he rents from the downstairs neighbor, he sighs, smelling the sweet and crisp aroma of fat frying meat into blackened shards. Wandering down the stairs he smiles at his landlady and passes over a small silver piece, receiving his overly fatty bacon and egg in return. coming back up to his room he eats the food with gusto, sitting on his bed, which just so happened to be the only thing in the room that could be sat on aside from the chest at the foot of the bed. Alex smiles and sets down the plate on his bedside table, but withdraws his hand in pain as he feels the card slice the webbing between his last two fingers. He twists his lips inquisitively and fishes the card out from under his plate. The card in hand, Mister Stride gathers his equipment and heads out the window, using a knotted rope tied to his bedpost that hasn't been untied in months.
Using his various contacts throughout the district, Alex seeks to learn who else Gaedrien has angered, and who leaves Harrow Cards around as calling cards. Can't trust those damn things he thinks angrily, both that someone managed to get into his bedroom, and at the name of the man whom he is after. cards that tell the future...how can a card know anything!
Alex Stride sips his tea, which was prepared in an old boot and boiled until orange with some of yesterday's milk, and smiles at the other would be adventurers. "Soon enough we will have Gaedren by the short and curlies, then he will answer for his misdeeds." the smile is harsh, and brittle, any who look into Alex's eyes will see that the ranger is looking forward to the encounter
"if you keep running around and bouncing like that, when you do get to the real work... You will be too tired to help. So calm down and relax, we will have enough excitement soon enough" the calm man says after a long swill of 'tea'
Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Alex reaches over and takes a mug of what could, if an astoundingly generous and tastebud-less man might be asked, be called tea.
You fail, because I am the watchman
Me and Lazlo are gonna butt heads, cause while I know that evil needs to be stopped. I know how to stop before the shadow I chase is the one I cast.
dont know what to get for my other level 1 feat - suggestions? "To be honest, I think a little extra training on the...diplomatic side, would help oil the wheels and let us move about a little easier" Alex's expression and inflection make it clear that his view of 'diplomacy' is too many people double talking to try to steal the gold out of each others pockets. I'll take CLWs but Bandaid is hardly the role I want or am able to play Alex stares across the murky atmosphere of the tavern and exhales a viscous cloud of smoke to add to the already polluted air"Well, playing as the 'Bandaid' of the group is the one part of the group that'd be most heavily protected, as it is I think that our siege weapon" glances at the sorceress, "takes that spot."
Alex adjusts his breastplate, and taps his small club on the table, feeling the heft of his weapons and other equipment, smiling at the other people in the dingy tavern. Ahhh.... Much better
Puffing on a fat and noxious cigar, Alex rubs his chin and taps his fingers on his jawbone... "All I gotta do is visit the marketplace and buy myself a few things and then we can get on with this. Sorry about the hold up"
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