"oh well potatoes are okay i guess."
She stands beside the table, grabbing a handful of breakfast and dumping it on the table. She begins picking at her food, popping it in her mouth with her fingers.
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"what in the name of Gozreh is that awful stench!?" Gierixa stomps into the Goblin, not caring that her feet leave dirt all over the floor. "oh your cooking meat..." she pauses as she notices what meat, "YOUR EATING THAT!?" She gapes at her comrades breakfast as she moves around the kitchen looking for some fresh fruit. "what was that about poison its not a very nice way to kill people too impersonal its better than people deserve."
Thinking to herself that nobody else comes up here, Gierixa places the hermit's mushrooms in a pile out in the open. Satisisfied, she heads back to her garden, counting on her darkvision to protect her in the dark. She will attempt to cultivate some mushrooms of her own.
Once her new crop is taken care of (or not) she heads back to the Gold Goblin in case Saul or Mordecai needs anything.
Gierixa stops in at Hyram's on the way back to the goblin. She only intends to reveal an appropriate amount of mushrooms, keeping excess secret. As she approaches the bluffs, she calls out to the collector. "Hyram its me Gierixa ive got your mushrooms you wanted so come out an meet me."
"thats right these mushrooms should pay to heal your slave anyway so be thankful we found them."
Gierixa looks utterly disgusted at the small wound. "you dirty filthy little snake ill teach you who youre allowed to touch." Then she draws her scimitar. She slashes at the "naga" with her blade. Rolls required:
"figures someone would live in this filth lets just take some mushrooms and get out of this cesspool." Gierixa assists Mordecai in plucking some mushrooms, though she is sure to take some with soil so she can cultivate them on her own. "these are pretty though," she says as she turns to the shack, "shut up and leave us alone."
"i guess we have to make do with the time left today. im not fond of the boneyard its really just a mess of human refuse but nature tries its best. of course all is fair and you are welcome to half of what we find. your slave gets nothing of course." Knowledge (nature): 1d20+3 = 15
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Gierixa wears a bemused smile throughout the proceedings, in fact if one had been paying attention they would have noticed her standing their inactive for quite some time as the scene unfolded. "just a big softie like the rest but im not sure whose side i was on she was pretty filthy but those alley boys were probably worse," she looks at Angvar and Mordecai, "hmm never thought you were one for compassion but maybe youre just being practical. i have a deal for you if youre interested i need someone to come with me out to the Boneyard to collect some valuable mushrooms if you want to trade favours i can go with you now you may need help." She pauses to take a deep breath, it appears she is not used to this much talking.
"Hans thanks for the tip." She tosses him a silver piece and heads out as quickly as possible to track down this curious man. Survival: 1d20+9 = 24. If she is able to locate Mordecai, she proceeds brazenly; interrupting whatever is happening at the moment as if she is the most important thing. If anybody gets lippy it might be fisticuffs.
Given the Boneyards reputation, I think Gierixa would prefer to go with a partner. Perhaps the other interested in herbs would accompany her? I believe it was Mordecai? After planting her new friend, Gierixa will head to the Goblin to track down Mordecai.
Gierixa, curious as ever, moves to inspect the odd boot. She smiles as she watches the plant crush its mammalian victim. Knowledge (nature) to identify the plant: 1d20+3 = 11.
She is wise enough to realize it is dangerous. She handles it with care, taking it back to her garden to occupy a place of honor. who would have thought the old creep would know what i like. "thanks Croog ill try extra hard to find those mushrooms in fact as soon as i plant your present im gonna track down someone who might know something."
"no mushrooms yet tracking down that stuff is more delicate than earning gold." She shudders at the sight of meat cooking. "thats disgusting here take this." She places her debt on the nearest object and turns to leave, nauseated by the stench. "cant stay gotta go find those mushrooms."
Satisfied that she had done all she could for one day, Gierixa leaves the Goblin a greener place and heads down the street for the garbage dump. She was glad to be able to pay the disgusting man back in full. maybe some day i can get enough coin to hire someone to talk to him for me, she thought to herself. Keeping her distance from the cliff, she calls out to Hyram. Her breath is hard from the long climb over the hills. "Hyram, are you there i need to talk to you."
"im not one for sitting on my hands. is there anything i can do for coin while the casino is closed? i noticed your plants are pretty shabby." You can almost hear the gears turning before she realizes that might have certain connotations. The glares defiantly, deciding that it is best to dare someone to call her on it.
"well i might as well get used to the place im gonna beat people up in." Gierixa steps out the door, waiting for Saul to catch up. If possible she actually stays in front of Saul, waiting for him to tell her where to go. She's pretty stubborn about this, giving the odd grunt when people seem to be dragging their feet.
Gierixa's stomping up the stairs echoes Saul's words. With muddy feet she strides into the lunch room, partaking of any food that appears "clean" (namely food that was not prepared). "hey whats going on in here? are we having interviews already? when is this bloody place going to open back up so i can get paid...oh that reminds me im going out today to run an errand."
Gierixa wakes to her morning routine, though she is more careful in finding a clean patch of dirt away from home. She prays to Gozreh for new magics.
"ugh. if you want me to heal your little pet it means i have to touch him and i'm not doing that without being paid."
Gierixa laughs as the fish grabs the stupid human. "he got to close to the water. guess we better bail him out." She stifles her chuckle as she remembers that this man was Mordecai's property.
"Mordecai i understand you want someone to go to the docks with you. ill tag along if there is a chance for some fighting." She lets out a big grin that suggests the Gold Goblin fight might not have been enough.
"well i dont really enjoy sleeping above ground and this place is awfully fancy but i think i can put up with it as long as i get to vent every now and again. if possible ill just sleep outside under a tree or a bush. ill be up with the sun so most of you might be as well." DM: Spoiler: I'm thinking behind the back entrance to the Goblin. Gierixa may or may not have seen it yet, but that would probably be the spot she picks - out of the way but with easy access.
"my name is Gierixa and you should probably stop winking at me before i think you are a slimy old man and punch you in the junk...but thanks for the drink. if you people really think i need the armor i guess i can take it." Gierixa drinks the liquid from the vial, ready to throw a punch at Saul if it makes her feel bad.
"you have colorful people working for you Saul i dont know if Larur told you or not but he offered me a job as a bouncer and i think i would like to accept," she pauses for a second, "this place is exciting." She looks over the pile of things, "none of this is useful to me except the coin." If there are no objections she takes half the pile of coins, figuring the others are getting a share in equipment or slaves.
"hmph," grunts the half-orc woman. She looks over at Larur and with a touch of venom in her voice behind clenched teeth, she says "looks like your dwarf was right about needing more security i dont usually accept drinks from strangers but it seems you owe me." She follows the proprietor upstairs for this drink.
Gierixa looks around in disgust at the mess caused by these sloppy criminals. Glancing up at the last retreating thug, Gierixa draws her sling and placing a stone she begins winding it up to speed. She hurls the stone at the thug: 10 to hit, 5 damage.
Gierixa sends a shower of blood from her scimitar onto the two remaining thugs while growling "lets see if i can mix your blood with hers cowards" She swings her scimitar at the thug attempting to flee: Scimitar attack: 1d20+4=22; damage 1d6+6=11 Threat confirms on: 1d20+4=19; extra damage 1d6+6=7 Total damage (see above rolls): 2d6+12=18
Gierixa bellows an unintelligable howl, her growing frustration is evident. Ignoring the thug, she turns and swings at the bard leading their actions. She then takes a 5ft step to P9 to go back-to-back. Scimitar attack: 1d20+4=6; damage 1d6+6=doesn't matter.
Gierixa sees the bard moving behind her. She swings one last time at the thug in front of her and then takes a 5ft step to P9. Scimitar attack: 1d20+4=13; damage 1d6+6=10.
Gierixa, never a master of strategy, takes the opportunity to move up to the nearest Thug in N9 and swings with her scimitar. Scimitar Attack: 1d20+4=7, damage 1d6+6=11.
On 19: Gierixa draws her scimitar and readies to attack the first thug to approach, or the female "bard". She quickly notes who the guards are, and is all to happy to take up her new role early. "you mean something like this," she says brandishing her blade, "well youll have to get through me first dirtbags." If an attack roll is required for the readied attack: Scimitar: 1d20+4=6, damage 1d6+6=10
Gierixa dumps her silver teeth onto the floor, sits down cross-legged and begins counting her remaining chits out loud. She is forced to stop and start over again several times before finally arriving at an incorrent total. With a scowl on her face, she looks around as if somebody took her money. Her eyes fall on the Ghoulette wheel, and she storms towards the dessicated gnome-head. "alright trickster what kind of magic are you using to take my money right outta my purse!?"
Gierixa: Sense Motive: 1d20+3=9.
Gierixa: Perception: 1d20+3=13
Gierixa half expects to be turned aside for the night, but it still puts her off. "what you mean i gotta do a training shift this is completely stupid!" She begins grinding her teeth, her eyes boring holes into the dwarf. Caution gets the better of her and she storms off, but her restraint with Larur only makes her angrier. She heads back over to the Ghoulette wheel, hoping it will calm her down to hear it make fun of people. Gierixa places 1sp on 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11 (6 sp total).
Gierixa heads over to Larur. Not caring if she interrupts his duties or a conversation, she begins to speak: "larur you might remember me im gierixa the woman you met earlier you promised me a job here beating people up."
Gierixa, slightly perturbed by the scarred man's closeness, is nonetheless intrigued by his words. Gierixa will make no more bets, and carefully tucks her coin purse tight under her tunic. Over the next few minutes, Gierixa makes an active attempt to scan the room and look for trouble. Perception: 1d20+3=18.
"hmph that wasnt very fun but the shrunken head is pretty funny" She laughs belicosely at the insult from the severed head. Now officially out of gold eyes, Gierixa decides to play things cautiously. She places 1 silver tooth on 1, 3, 5, 6, 8, 10. (6 in total).
Gierixa finds the Ghoulette wheel darkly amusing, and heads over to place a bet. When a free turn comes up she places 1 gold piece on each of 1, 3, 5, 7, 9.
Gierixa needs to make as much money as quickly as possible. She heads to the money-changers to trade 10 gold pieces for 5 gold eyes and 50 silver teeth. Once exchanged, she asks the changer where she can find Larur. She keeps an eye out for the stranger from earlier.
Gierixa is ready, willing, and able!
"ah forgive my moments lapse i dont have what you are looking for but i know where to get some i am actually looking for some assistance in the matter but i need someone i can trust and that isnt you yet" She lets go of his arm, staring Yelex in the eye for a long second. She backs away cautiously. "if you want to help me help you come to the gold goblin i have a job there tonight and we can talk more"
Gierixa allows the gold piece to fall to the ground. "what good is that to me? soil and seeds and fresh water cost money, so unless you have a way to pay me more or a way to get those things without shiny metal is suggest you be on your way"
Gierixa coils like a viper, for a brief instant it seems she might lash out with a clenched fist. But something in the man's eyes - something cruel - catches her fancy. "nobody owns plants and you best need a reason for wantin' one." She speaks with a gruff contempt, glaring into the soulless eyes of the man. "if you be wantin' something you need to pay the plants don't tend themselves." She puts an iron hand on the man's extended forearm. "now remove your arm before i break it off."
Gierixa casually keeps walking, musing internally: hmm i suppose i should care about those cute little animal skulls. She intends to walk around the block to approach her lot from the back and be ready for whatever this ruffian intends. Bluff (to act as if she is just walking by): d20+1=11. If the stranger reacts to her presence, she will put her hand to her sword and be ready to draw.
Now with an idea of what she is getting into, she thrusts the paper into the hands of the "succubus" and brusquely states "ill be back later tonight wench". Morose from her prolonger contact with civilization, and filled with longing for her garden, Gierixa pushes her way back out through the doors of the Gold Goblin. besides if things get rough im not really prepared she thinks, realizing only now that she forgot much of her other useful equipment. If she was going to win some coin, she would need something to gamble with. Trudging down the street, she makes her way back to the Rotgut District, head down but a mean look in her eyes.
Gierixa looks around in disgust at the displays of baubles and shiny metal, and the lavish and revealing costumes on display. Expecting the worst, she takes a long look around the room to see if there are any plants at all. As she looks around the room, she forgets about the paper she has signed, leaving it hanging at her side for some time. In fact, she doesn't remember it until somebody brings it to her attention.
Feeling the crush of people around her, Gierixa uses her feet and elbows to make some room for herself, occasionally shooting a menacing glance at someone who gets inside her personal bubble. might as well make sure these lowlifes know not to mess with me, she thinks. As she is handed the paper, those behind her would start getting antsy as she spends a good deal of time reading - not searching for details, but just making out the words. Careful observers notice her mouthing the words as she scans the page. After some time, she looks up at the hostess. "whos this old scratch anyway?"
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