Charsis looks over to Violant to see what she says on the matter. He indicates his Earthbreaker with a raised eyebrow, trying to ask her if he should use it or not.
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" Don't worry. we are not here to kill you unless you do not reply to our questions. Charsis hefts his Earthbreaker menacingly. "Feel free to not answer our questions. I haven't killed anything in a while and that tends to make me tense." He winks at Zaranae. "Of course I can think of other ways to relieve tension as well, so if you're lucky and do answer our questions I can think of somone else who might get lucky tonight as well."
Charsis feels Zaranae standing close to him and half turns, grinning his lopsided grin at her and pointing to the bed and table. He then points to himself and the door, before once more heftinghis Earthbreaker and bringing it down on the door handle and trying to wrench open the door.
Charsis strides forward intot he room, taking a quick look around before heading straight to the other door. Not waiting for the others, he once again hefts his Earthbreaker with a smile and brings it down onto the handle with an almighty crash.
Smiling to himself at his handywork, Charsis wrenches his Earthbreaker from the step and uses it to prod open the clearly busted door, ready, after the baboon downstaris, for anything that may leap at them from this new room.
Charsis claps Zaranae on the shoulder as he passes and gives her a wink. Good reactions, I wasa bit rattled by that door. It's all good now though, so let's see what we can find upstairs shall we."
Once he sees the door start to close and Zaranae's failed attempt with the chain, Charsis puts his shoulder into the door and attempts to barge his way inside.
Charsis stands off to the side, his hands wrapped tightly around his Earthbreaker and standing protectively close to Zaranae. He tenses as the man identifies Violant, but smiles when she is quick enough to roll with the situation, something he knows he'd never be able to do. He gently places a hand on Zaranae's shoulder and gives her the the thumbs up, motioning for her to take the left once inside and he'll take the right.
"We had a recent run of bad luck and lost a lot of staff," he says as he thinks.
Charsis leads the little man a short distance away, hand on his shoulder and looks down at him. "So what's all this about cheating then. I looked and I can't see a thing." "Although since I have no idea what I'm looking for that's not a big surprise," he thinks to himself.
Charsis finally spies the little man Violant was talking about standing off to the side watching the game. He makes a note of his position and proceeds downstairs again to confront the man.
Eyeing the blot suspiciously once more, Charsis nods to Violant and begins making his way up onto the catwalk over table seven. Looking down, he nods to himself and grins as he spies her sidling her way around the table to see if she can pick up anything.
Charsis turns suddenly at Samaritha's saying his name. He quickly glances over toth e last place he saw Zaranae, noting her absence and relaxing a little before returning her smile.
Charsis barely realizes that the Halfling Bard is tugging on his pants. He stops smiling at the red head long enough to point out Violant for her, before returning his attention back to the Half-Elf.
Charsis notices the attractive Half-Elf and he nods and smiles at her when she smiles at him. Seeing her looking around as if lost, he walks over and introduces himself, asking if he can help her.
Charis looks on at the gulls in wonder. "Now that is something that you won't see in the Cinderlands! You city folk sure know how to put on a show."
His ears ringing from the din outside, Charsis sticks his head out the door to see what in the hells is going on with those damnable birds. As far as he's concerned, birds are only good for one thing and that's being shoved down his throat after being roasted in their own juices.
Charsis nods to Saul and heads back down to the floor. He wanders the crowd, making sure that everyone is behaving themselves, while trying to keep an eye on Clegg Zincher and what he's doing. Unfortunately, heis view keeps getting interrupted by the busy floor and the Goblin's Patrons.
Charsis grins at the man and at the timely manner that the event managed to clear itself up, greatly impressed by the solid nature of his new associates.
Initiative. (1d20+8=25)
Charsis looks over at the man and his associates with a blank expression. He flexes his muscles and puffs out his chest dramatically before addressing the lead drunk.
Intimidate Check. (1d20+3=5)
Charsis makes sure that the door is manned, usher ing people into the Goblin with a lopsided grin. He relinquished the door to the other Bouncers once they are fully healed and make shis way around the tables, checking the security and chatting with patrons.
Charsis stands aside as people start to stream inot the Goblin. He makes sure that Violant and the other two Bouncers are tending to them before walking over to the others. "OK. I've seen some strange things out in the Cinderlands, but that takes the cake."
Charsis springs forward to bring the men more fully into the Goblin and leaves them in the care of Violant. He grabs the door as it swings shut and throws it back open to see who had attacked the two men and give them a taste of his particular form of 'Justice'.
Charsis and Zaranae step forward and after a nod from Zaranae, Charsis says, "we also had some success, although the freak flood dampened that success somewhat. We met with some young toughs who showed an interest in the job and agreed to meet us here."
Charsis grabs Zaranae and hoists her into his arms and out of the water, moving to the bar and placing her uon it, he climbs up after her, wringing himself out.
Halfway through her statement she takes a long langushing stretch. Charsis watches the curves of her body as she stretches and ever so slowly pulls his eyes away. He turns to th others and says,"so whatta ya reckon boys. Are ya in or out?"
Charsis gives the man a nod in thanks and slides in next to Zaranae. He introduces them both and gives them an outline of what they need, asking them if they'd be interested in working for the Goblin.
Charsis follows Zaranae this time, content to let her do the talking. We want the best results after all and it seems prudent to give the men what they want... "within limits", he thinks to himself, content in the fact that the first one to touch her will get an extremely large fist connected squarely with their nose.
Once the tremor subsides Charsis releaes his grip and grins back at Zaranae. His gaze becomes hard once more as he crosses his arms and turns back to the barmen.
Charsis reaches out to brace himself and Zaranae against the bar as the tremor hits, wrapping his arms around her for safety.
You with that big fellow behind you? If you are you could do better right here you know? He grins as he says this with nods from the older man. Charsis visibly gets bigger at the statement, raising himself to his full height and puffing out his chest. He opens his mouth to say something, but a restraining hand on his chest from Zaranae is enough to halt the words... for the moment.
"I live to serve pretty lady. Where you lead I follow. Do you want me to do the talking now that I know the plan, or do you want to?"
Charsis looks around at the crowds. "You know I have no clue. I'm new at this kind of thing. Growing up living off the land tends to narrow on'e scope on such things." He shrugs.
"I am thinking we probably shouldn't be splitting up, especially since I don't really know my way around town. Besides, the two of us together should be able to convince almost anyone to join up."
Perception Check for Chadwilt. (1d20=13) Smiling at the proposition of money, after coming to Riddleport with not much but the clothes (and weapons) on his back, he turns to Zaranae and whispers "well I must say I am still feeling worn out after last night, but ready to keep working with you closely".
Charsis' grin widens as he walks over to Saul and whispers in his ear as well.
Spoiler:
"Ah, Saul if it's alright with you then Zaranae won't need to bunk in with Vee. She has a pressing engagement to attend to in my room." He gives Saul a wink and a clap on the shoulder.
"I'll put you two ladies together if that is ok?" As they start to move out, Charsis slips in beside Zaranae and places a hand on her arm, whispering in her ear. Spoiler: "If you don't feel like bunking in with her," he motions with his head at Violant, "there's some extra room in with me if you're interested." He once again ends with one of his lopsided grins.
Charsis seems to think that there was an insult offered to Saul somewhere in Chadwilt's drunken ramblings and steps up behind him menacingly. He puts a hand on his shoulder and says, "Mr Vancaskerin has been more than kind to us in his offer. If you don't want to hear more then it might be time for you to be on your way."
Charsis has been quietly listening to the proceedings from the back near the door and having heard Zaranae's pledge to assist Saul he finally steps forward to stand beside her and agree to help Saul in his endeavours.
Charsis' eyebrows betray his thoughts on how Saul addressed him, but he lets it slide and jumps down off the table to follow Zaranae over to Saul.
Taking Zaranae's advice, Charsis climbs up onto the nearest table and says loudly, "HEY. Everybody calm down. Everything is now under control. Those responsible are now well in hand or have fled. Saul will be back momentarily," I hope he thinks to himself, "to take charge of the situation. Until then everybody just sit down or move away from the stage and the bodies."
"Damn thing is, I was only staring 'cause I thought there was something odd about it... my own fault really. I think I could get used to having you fight at my back like that though. Yeah, close is definately where I'd want you." He says this last remark with a wink and a smirk.
As Charsis' sight slowly returns, he sees that almost everyone is down on the floor cowering. He also sees the last of the thugs exit the building.
Standing next to Charsis she says, "Hey gorgeous, reach out and grab my leg, work you way up to standing back to back with me." Charsis smiles despite his situation. "Boy am I glad to hear your angelic voice. Of course it would be much better if I could see your angelic face, but I'll take what I can get at this stage." She guides his hand to her leg and he resists the urge to move it anywhere but up to her hip, which isn't so bad anyway he thinks with a wry grin. Standing back to back with her now, he gives her hip a squeeze before letting go and holding his Short Sword out in front of him, giving it a few test swings.
Charsis pulls his hand back under the table, shaking it where he almost cut himself. He sighs, resigned to the fact that he is practically useless, at least until Zaranae arrives.
Realizing he is under the weapons table and knowing exactly where he put Zaranae's weapons, he tries to gather them up quietly, so as to get them to her once his sight has returned.
Charsis was looking directly at the brazier, thinking he had spotted something out of the ordinary, when it went off.
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