"If we run into them we can do something about it. But I don't think we should deliberately seek them out." he opines.
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Escher will load the last of their supplies in and get in.
Escher's sword and shield evaporate. He returns to loading up so that they can move out.
"You may have a claim on him, but we need Failin in one piece," say Escher calmly. "I hope we can work something out peacefully, but that is up to you." In order to encourage the peaceful solution, a translucent shield forms on one arm and from his other hand forms a glass-like sword. He wields it in one hand, though to most it would be a greatsword.
Escher will begin loading their gear into the cart. As he looks at the space, he tries to figure out if he'll need to release his ectoplasmic shell to make room.
Who runs Bartertown?
"Yes, we are prepared."
He takes the steaming cup from the waitress. She nods, "Traditional goblin remedy." It smelled like coffee, but with a strange mix of spices. He could smell ginger, honey and more that he wasn't familiar with. On top of crushed dried pepper flakes and a fresh chili to stir it with. He hands over the potent concoction to Fiz.
Escher looks at Lia and the half-asleep goblin. "We can't leave her like this. They'll pick her clean."
Okay, we either need to tone down the accents or provide spoilers with translations. I did not get enough to the last post to comprehend it. Was Fiz already drunk or did one drink do her in? Even with the size difference, this seems a bit quick. Especially this early in a job interview.
He looks at Fiz, a little worried. Most goblins were not this quickly intoxicated. "Are you doing okay? he asks in the goblin tongue.
"Speaking as somebody who had no choice but to follow orders, I agree. I am Escher."
He's either storing it extradimensionally, or he's left it somewhere else, as he's not carrying it anywhere you can see.
He responds without reacting to the implications.
He pauses, "If you are still suspicious, feel free to reject the offer."
"Ah, while we have an heir of House Orien, this job is not an official offering from House Orien. We are an independent group tasked with going into the Mournlands to retrieve property."
Escher stands. One could interpret it as politeness. Or ensuring that he would be the first target if violence starts. He looks her in the eye, and says, "You were asking about employment opportunities with House Orien. This is Jacen d'Orien, and we are preparing for an expedition. We could use people who know how to handle themselves."
"Spiced whiskey, neat, for myself and Fiz." Says Escher, sliding a few coins across. He'll translate for those that don't speak Goblin.
My rule of thumb is that templates are not viable at all until the party level is twice the template's LA. Even then, it's pretty tough. In PF2, there are lots of ways to be draconic.
He will gesture to the group and softly say, "We should get inside. There might be trouble coming." The ectoplasm on his arm speads out into a shield but he doesn't form his blade yet. "I'll cover the rear."
If we are third level, then Escher would like to sell his shield and chakram. He no longer needs such material weapons and defenses. When talking with Fizfiz alone, Escher will switch to goblin.
"Well, it is good to know that the conveyance we want to hire is resistant to fire." says the ectoplasm-encased warforged. "But we should head inside. Maybe we could buy you a drink. I expect those will burn."
I'm here, but I've got a lot going on in my life. My issue is that this game has spent a couple months just shopping. I thought we had agreed on this earlier, but it seems that we're back to this. If we can't speed up the simple parts, then I will bow out.
"The Mournland. He says with a deep, rolling voice.
Escher joins them. Though he doesn't sleep, he'll contribute to a large tent if people want to do that. He will also contribute to healing magic or alchemy.
"I'm sorry to see him go. Still, it is one less person who needs food and water."
Take your time, we'll be waiting. I've lost a best friend last year as well.
Enjoy the day!
"That sounds promising." he says as he takes a sip of wine and lets it soak into the fibrous parts inside his mouth.
And if Eberron had existed in 2e AD&D days, that menu would have had Thacos instead of Tacos.
As they enter, Escher will listen to the talk of politics.
Esher nods with Jacen "I agree. We might be able to get mounts to bring us near the area, but I suspect that only a master horseman could keep an animal from panicking in such an environment. Even if we could, I'd argue we shouldn't expose an animal to that." "But perhaps a wagon or small cart that one of us could pull might help with supplies. I've seen several street vendors with them. Eventually we might find terrain that would force us to leave it behind, but we would be at a full load."
Escher will tuck his pouch inside his ectoplasmic shell.
Escher stands ready as they begin to move out through the hostile city.
Escher notes this for future reference. Of course, he was intimately familiar with houses treating people as property.
Escher scans with his height advantage. He quickly gestures for them to come closer.
"Are we abandoning our mission in the mournland? Escher asks, but will continue with the others.
As they approach, Escher nods to the guards. "On our ship up here we found the results of a sahauguin attack. Sadly, the Lyandar ship Piliniel was lost, save for one survivor. Sean, could you come forward?" As the boy comes up, he says, "He was booked for passage to Stormreach to meet the rest of his family. I hope that you will be able to arrange his passage home."
"But others noticed our little show." he says as he lets the crystal sword evaporate. "If we face further threats they will be better prepared."
Escher wouldn't have gone so hard, but he does take note of their phrasing for future writing projects. Still, he's going to back up their play by letting his ectoplasm ripple and flow. It crystalizes into the form of a sword, which he lays on his shoulder.
Escher will move towards that side of the party. Making sure to be ready for them. He's still not forming his blade.
"Got it." he says to Karsh'e. An adamantine-clad warforged surrounded by a glistening shell of ectoplasm was likely exotic enough to deter casual aggression. He wears his shield ready and chackram at his belt. He didn't manifest his mind blade, but adamantine fists would hit like a hammer. What's more, this attitude was his job. Keep perceptive and make sure people knew his charges were defended. "All these banners block the sky. We need a clearer section."
Escher naturally moves to the outside where he can protect everybody. "I do know the goblin tongue, but I'm not the best at dealing with people." He'll scan the sky to see if they have a dock for airships. He doesn't expect anything major, but it would make sense to have someplace to tie up. That would lead us to House Lyrandar.
Escher chops at a rope with two of them on it. While it may not harm them much, having only three rech the deck at a time should make it much easier to take them down.
Escher hacks at a rope. It will be easier to deal with them if there are fewer on the deck.
[ooc]That should sever a 6" thick rope. or 4" if it's particularly strong.{/ooc]
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