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Strolls in. Looks around. Spits on the floor.

Wanders over to the dart board. "Nice knife."

Grims kills Marius and Dayenn.

*Pweeeeeet*

Looks around.

"Milk does that to me."

Yes Grim. You have a guide to the morgue.

To the policeman: "Perhaps you could lead the way, constable."

As you journey through the city, you notice that several large pillars of smoke mar the skyline casting an otherwise bright day into darkness. Gendarmes can be seen patrolling everywhere.

For Armand, Grim, Marius, Nathaniel, Vivienne and Witch ** spoiler omitted **

For Dayenn** spoiler omitted **

Grim writes "Grimnebulin, Dayenn's apt., Look at dead people."

We have a guide from the force, right?

"You are quite right Nathaniel. I believe blisters are growing on my ass."

He sure did! He's with you and Witchy all the way.

;)

"You coming, Grim?"

"Yes. To the morgue we go."

"You are quite right Nathaniel. I believe blisters are growing on my ass."

"Excuse me, madam. But do you have a twin sister?" asks the marshal of Vivienne.

Thinking to himself: "This guy a sister who looks like Viv? Is she single?"

1d20=1

Hehe...

1d20=8

Too busy checkin' out Viv.

The marshal then looks at Grim, their non-human features clearly catching his attention. "You are a half-elf, yes? Are you, by any chance, related to Alanik Ray, the detective?"

"No relation, sir, of which I am aware. I come from the countryside."

"Asylum?"

"Nice. Just excellent," Grim mutters dripping with irony.

Grim will have a swig.

He listens carefully, understanding that the place to start will certainly be a hypnotic inquiry that will no doubt swell Dayenn's ego beyond tolerability.

This compels him to have a second swig.

"Is Darcy boiling that water with a candle?" He asks Dayenn.

"Aye"

"Hey, Doobie, I'll have a tea please."

Spot: (1d20 3=9)

Duh.

Looks at Dayenn.

"Yah, you don't want that snake to get nervous. Gunfire drives it crazy."

"Yah yah. Should have never come to the city."

Grim puts his hands high and marches out. He eyes the guns.

Quietly to anyone marching out next to him: "Gonna get myself one of them."

"Grim, you don't want to go down that road...."

"Too much traffic?"

"Thanks for the friendly fire."

"Perhaps if you had seen the carnage I saw coming into town you wouldn't be so comfortable placing yourself in their custody, Vivienne."

As he wakes up, to Vivienne: "Hi baby."

After he gets his bearings and hears the gendarmes: "Gentlemen. Shall we stroll outside and see if Dayenn can talk us out of this? I know I can't. Or shall we run like hell out the back door."

Am I alseep? Is there a back door?

Ahh the old 'surrounded' dilemma. You go outside and they mow you down. You run and then you're a fugitive.

Grim snores loudly.

Grim mumbles something in his sleep: "Dayenn... murmer, murmer, dick..."

Sweet! Too bad he's such a weakling. :p

Will roll: (1d20 2=3)

Thunk!

He's casting sleep on the combatants.

Combatants plural? You mean Nathaniel and Grim, too? Evil man.... ;)

Draw weapon, move toward the maniac.

If there is time:
Atack, nonlethal damage: (1d20 3=9, 2d6 4=9)

Having finished his meal, Grim purposefully belches loudly and then waves smiling to anyone who stares at him.

"Enjoying the show?"

He saws to any gawkers.

"If he's not, I'm sure trouble will find him sooner than later. He appears to be at the focal point of a lens that spies weirdness. I mean, we're here, aren't we?"

<Looks at Witchbrand and shrugs.>

"I guess some people can't take a joke."

"Who's that, do you suppose?" Witch says. "A dwarf?"

"I didn't know they were that short."

In a loud voice: "The pork is delicious, very tender. It tastes like babies, don't you think Witchy?"

"Maybe they're looking for you, Marius."

Grim is thinking of ordering a roasted baby in a loud voice....

"Miss Marais, as I'm sure you've guessed, it's the first time I've ever visited a city and I'm very interested in learning what life is like here from the perspective of someone who has some experience."

Grim manages, incidentally, to use the right cutlery and abides by the culinary customs quite well, having been tutored in such things by his aunt.

To Witchy, quietly:

"She's hot"

Grim follows Dayenn in stunned silence.

Can't remember if I have to do this every day, but if I do: take 20 to get psionic focus.

Grim sits down in a comfortable chair while Dayenn is showing guests around and closes his eyes for a while.

Grim gives his blanket to Dayenn. When Dayenn eyes the greatsword on Grim's back he replies.

"I have no other possessions to leave behind."

Witch pats Grim on the shoulder. "I don't like it either. That's why I left. Well, that, and other reasons."

"Another reason, eh? Like people with torches chasing you?"

Grim is stilled stunned silent by the city.

Kind of a RP copout but I really can't think of anything he might say looking at something like this for the first time. A mixture of amazement and loathing.

Barely loud enough for Nathaniel to hear: "Happens in the country, too..."

This is Grim's first time to really see the civilization he despises. He soaks it in quietly.

"You are a violent man, Marius."

"I appear to be eating my words, professor."

<Quietly to the others.>

"At least he didn't call us his servants."

<Grim scowls at the guards but keeps his hands where everyone can see them.>

"Dayenn? I think this requires gentility. That would be your department. Please don't offer them your services - I don't think the common people appreciate your talents as much as you think."

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