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Apparently not!
It does not look like this band will bring Lamm to justice. Well, Mr. Parker, if you have ever any other 'Legend/RQ' games going on, I would be interested. Hmmm. I wonder if I would have been able to summon an undine to dish out some liquid punishment.
We've found our GM but lost our players.
So this initiative order as of now is as follows: Purrun 23
Correct?
Lamm had abducted our GM! The cur!
Do-waya attempts to spear the human.
Shouting a Shadde-Quah battle-cry, Do-waya closes the distance, hoping to block any more of Lamm's gang from rushing through the open doorway.
Lets try Disarm.
I guess for my 2nd Action I will again attack.
Will move up to cover Catcher, stabbing with my spear.
Ware the door! Don't let anyone else in!
. Do-Waya follows in Catcher's wake.
Do-Waya tenses on the stairs, and whispers a quick prayer to Gozeh.
As Do-Waya Taan readies his spear, he catches the butt of his weapon on some floats hung on the wall, causing them to rattle.
Though I'm a little confused why we had to wait on a second Stealth roll from me, as I already attempted, and failed, a check on the 31st.
This building is of wooden construction? The floor as well? Is it built on pilings, or on land?
Do-Waya brings up the rear.
Somewhat noisily as well.
Ruefully, Do-Waya begins putting his boots back on.
I believe its a sand-bar, Do-Waya says, straightening up, however there is a note of insincerity in his voice.
Uuggh. Well its obvious I'm completely baffled.
Is it like anything I've encountered or been told of before?
Intrigued, Do-Waya lays down on the dock, to stare intently over the water around the fishery.
The water door would be on the seaward side,, Do-waya ties the laces of his boots together, and drapes them over his shoulders like a clumsy shawl. Who here can swim?
There has to be water-door, where the day's catch would be off-loaded from the fishing boats. That door is not watched, I'll venture.
Ruefully, Do-waya puts away his comestibles, wrapping them in one of the cleaner clothes he has. Sitting down on the dock, he begins taking off his boots.
Do-Waya, follows, but not before stopping at the table, and stuffing his pockets with some rolls and pastries.
What do I care about one thief among a city of thieves? Do-waya thinks, as he eats in silence. Still, I'm told that this Gaedren Lamm is the net through which my destiny must swim or be caught.
To mask his growing confusion, Do-waya grabs some food up from he table,
So I'm sure that a perception roll of 80 probably doesn't allow me to hear the raised voices within, and, as I'm also guessing there's no windows, I try the door; finding it unlocked, I push the door inwards.
After several trips through a confusing maze of courts and mews, the directionally challenged Do-Waya Taan jogs up to the house in question. After studying the exterior he cautiously approaches the door.
Do-Waya asks the barkeep for directions to Lancet Street. He then makes his way to the waterfront (this is a port city correct?) He spends sometime meditating upon the dance of the fading sunlight on the surface of Gozeh's realm; matter of fact, he spends a little too much time in his little revelry, and will be hard pressed to make this rendezvous before sunset.
Do-waya Tan sits on the edge of the thin mattress, staring at the letter, like it was something pulled up in the nets from a deeper and fouler sea: all sharp teeth and eyes on the ends of stalks. Finally, after muttering a brief cantrip to ensure that the wrath cauling the letter would not stain him, he picked it up and gingerly tore away the envelope.
I latch the door, and, if possible drag any available furniture in front of it. I'm going to attempt Spirit-Walk, to communicate with whatever spirits might have brought me this mysterious message, and to be sure there isn't a curse-spirit attached. . So that costs me a Magic Point, and means I'm in 10 minute trance.
Pass the man a silver coin and follow him up to the room.
How much for a room? Do-Waya wrinkles his nose at the close air inside the common room, so unlike the Sea Caves, freshened by the coastal breezes.
Do-Waya starts to look around for a hostel or inn. He'll need to seek the advice of the spirits, and he'll need privacy for that.
Attempt a Perception test to see if anyone is taking more than a usual interest in this hick from the wilderness. .
Do-Waya is striding along the waterfront, singing ( ) "The Ballad of the Triton's Daughter and the Fisherman, a traditional, extremely filthy Shoanti folk-song. He is almost in tune. While he is the appearance of nonchalance, his mind is roiling: he did not imagine that there could be this many people in the world? How is he to find this Gaedren Lamm who casts such a raging shadow across the Spirit World? But old Valzahk had foreseen that this would be the quest that would see him come fully into his shamanistic powers, and so here he was: footsore, hungry, and completely lost.
We're starting in Korvosa?
I see Spazmodeus was also interested in playing a magically gifted barbarian. I'll just point out I have a brother... I'm guessing my motivation to leave the sea-caves of my people will either have to with family, or a spiritually directed vision quest. |
