Korvosa leaves Ieana and makes his way topside to see how the game is faring.
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Ieana:
"Thanks, I'd appreciate that." He turns to leave. "Though I'm not just a treasure hunter. I do mean that." Quinn had been afraid of this, that his past as a scoundrel would keep him down in this new endeavor. It had happened at the University and it continues. So be it. Korvosa, you may have +5 RCs for your rousing backstory...even if it does have a few too many guns for Pathfinder. Lol, if two people in a hundred miles of one another have firearms outside of the Mana Wastes it's probably a statistical anomaly and indeed a good day to gamble.
GM: None of you other dorks better have clicked on this! It says GM only!
Ieana: Thinking he understands her meaning, "Ah, well alright then, perhaps when we reach port. Until then, I was wondering if you maybe had anything I could... um read? I didn't, how you might say, adequately prepare for the length of this voyage." If she won't talk maybe one of her books might.
Korvosa waits for Ieana's response and as she mulls over her reply he can't help but think on her question. "Isn't that why you're here, Professor?" A professor? Certainly not me. But maybe. Funny how life works... Korvosa Quinn and the Card Game of Fate: "Desna be my lady tonight! Read 'em and weep you ugly bastard!" The man was seated at a table made from the side of a crate on top of a barrel, his wide brim hat on the tabletop next to him. He laid his hand of cards down on the table with a wide grin. "Don't suppose any of ya can beat an Emperor's Run? No? Well alright!" He moved his hands across the table to shovel the pile of silvers into his bags.
Tonight he found himself in a ramshackle bar on one of the islands of the Inner Sea. A smaller port, mostly a known location for smuggling and various other illicit activities and their ilk. The tavern sometimes inn sometimes whorehouse, was at the edge of the docks. Inside there were a handful of tables, a bar directly opposite the front door and a stairway ran up to the second floor along the West wall. The dive was lit by four lanterns scattered about the tables, despite their glow the gloom of the evening still hung about the place. "Wait!" Gork, his opponent, said, This is where I get robbed! Just shovel as many into the bag as I can! "Double or nothin!" The half-Orc cried. At least the man across from him assumed he was a half-Orc, he may have in fact been any mutt of goblinoid blood, they let anybody into this bar the man thought. Only his slouch brought him under 6 feet, his semi milky eyes, and otherwise rather monsterish appearance. No doubt about it. Somewhere back in this guy's family stump there was a bugbear and an Orc engaging in a rather heinous act of questionable morals. The man shuddered. "Now, how do you plan on doing that Gork? I have all your money all ready." The man stood and began to scoop handfuls of coins. Gork's beady eyes darted left and right before narrowing their gaze at the man. "Buh! I have... this ." "Rolled up parchment? Great. That will definitely pay the bills Gork." "Nah jus any scroll fool," his voice lowering to a whisper. "A map... ta untowld riches." His smile widened, showing what remained of his teeth. The young man eyed the paper on the table. Smiled. "Really? That? You expect me to believe that ? Does it come with a lamp and genie and a few wishes? Perhaps a scimitar jammed into a boulder that will make me king of Golarion? I think I'll stick with the silver." He stretched out his hand for the pile one more time when the monstrous 'hand' of Gork seized his arm. "No." Gork laid his other fist on top of the table, this one clenched around a pistol, a crude iron tube fitted to what looked like a knot of wood. Gods I hate being right "Tha's ma silvuh." I am not dying here. the man began to speak, "Yeah, sure Gork, sure, just-" the man began reaching to his own gun belt with his other hand. "No. Keep yer hand where I can sees it!" "Now alright, it's just silver Gork let's not do any thing hasty huh?" Occasionally, Dirk would find himself lamenting the lifestyle he followed that got him into situations where the city watch or guard was unlikely to be of any help. Sweat rolling down his forehead, this was one of those times. Gork kept the pistol leveled at Dirk as he removed he let go of the man's arm and began filling his own coin purse. "You bugbears are sore losers you know that?" Dirk said, pulling his arm back. "Buhg-what?!" The man grabbed the side of the table and flung it upwards. Boom The wooden slab bucked, the explosion of silver into the air was met with the hand cannon firing its shot wide. Dirk dived to the floor. Standing on his hands and knees he scrambled behind the bar, in the heat of the moment crawling away from the exit. Real good Dirk, you'll get outta this one alive I'm sure. As he came around the bar he runs into the barkeep, also on the ground. "You folks need to take this outside!" the barkeep said. "Yeah I'll get right on that, as soon as he stops shooting!" His back against the bar Dirk looks around him and sees two things that catch his eye: his hat and a particular rolled up piece of paper. He grabs up the He draws his own pistol and loads it. "Gork! You stop shooting and take your money! I don't wanna have to kill you." "Haha! Ya say tha from behind a ba!" Gork laughs and fires another shot. Boom The bar top erupts into a cloud splinters. "That's the way you want it!" Dirk grabs his hat and jams it down atop his head. Stuffing the 'map' into his jacket he crouches and jumped out from the side of the bar, diving towards the stairs. He fires a shot! BOOM and grazes Gorks thigh. "Agggghhh!" Gork moans as he drumps to the ground and reloads his pistol. Guess I'm going up! Dirk runs up the stairs along the second floor, Gork in hot pursuit. Both men viciously reloading their hand guns, hoping to come out on top. Dirk reaches the end of his run, bounding up the stairs and around the floor only to be stopped. A dead end. Standing in front of a window he turns- "Stahp righ thur Dirk! Drawp yo gon!" Gork was too fast on the draw. His weapon already leveled on Dirk. Dirk drops his weapon to the floor, the pistol spins for a moment and its barrel lazily points toward Gork, as if the weapon itself wants to kill him. Dirk began to focus on his weapon, imagining it in his mind, the familiar grip and tension of the trigger. "You got me! Just, just let me go alright. I'm unnar-" Dirk leapt backwards into the window BOOM and slid down the roof amongst broken glass and tile. Gork's eyes went wide. Dirk's pistol hovered in the air, smoke drifting from the barrel. The flesh on his chest bloomed open, the wall getting a hot fresh coat of bugbear paint. "You shoulda let me outta there pal." Korvosa shook the glass loose from his hat and jacket. Pulling out the map for inspection he puts boots to dirt and made his way to the nearest boat. Wonder if you're worth anything?
Ieana: "Well? Don't you think two of us banding together on this one might be beneficial? Do you have a crew lined up for the expedition? Funding? A plan? Believe me sister, I'm not saying I have any of those, but maybe together we can figure it out.
Ieana: "Ah yes, of course. Everyone searches for the city. I just wondered if perhaps you hoped to find anything there. Specifically Azlanti artifacts for any specific purpose." Korvosa is becoming more and more aware of the less and less he knows. Perhaps he should head back to his study . "If you're interested in sharing notes about where we can find this mythical site, perhaps pooling our resources would help?"
"Well, m'am, I'd like to ask what the focus of your research is? That is to say why are you heading to the Expanse? I have a few ideas of my own, but I'm curious what another scholar such as yourself has their sights on out here."
"Well alright then!" Quinn steps aside and follows Ieana out onto the deck. Maybe I can get some answers. Maybe I'll know what to look for.
Quinn moves after her. "Now, Miss Ieana, I know we haven't talked much this voyage," Not like you and the captain! "But we're nearing the end of this here boat ride and I'd still like to bend your ear a bit." Quinn does his best to keep up. "That is to say, I'd rather you bend mine. We're the same sort of person and such conversation is rather lacking on board. I'm just interested in your theories, what you think can be found!"
"Hmmm where can I find her..."
"Ieana? I wish she'd spend more time out of her cabin and maybe I could have a chat with her. As is, she hasn't said peep to me." Korvosa plays another card and stands from the table. "Maybe today's the day. Play a few hands without me. I'll be back." Korvosa heads off to try and speak to Ieana.
Laying his cards face down and stretching back, Korvosa chuckles. "I could take a drink."
"Ah, yes, well I think you'd be right if we were playing River Land rules but I believe...." [dice= Playing Card!: ] 1d20 +6 [/dice]
bluff "I think I'm gonna win this one."
"I'm not so sure that's right Velia." Korvosa fingers the top of his cards, obviously ready to make his play.
Korvosa bristles at Markesh's constant attention. Looking around for an excuse to avoid him he comes up lacking. "Ugh." he sighs, "Lets play then."
"You know, I'm not entirely sure myself. Markesh, just what are we looking for? I mean of course I have some ideas myself, but I don't think I've brought you in on them. Why don't you go bother the other gnome. Quinn slides Markesh's card out of the play area and waits for play to begin.
"Gods be damned, Markesh what do you mean we ? If the Academy was interested they should have backed this expedition. You- they didn't, so they have no claim to whatever I find. Deal the cards Harri. " Quinn sits and cracks his neck with a twist of his head. Those hammocks below deck weren't as forgiving as he might have expected. He thumbs absently at the grip of his flintlock.
"Hey Hari, what you got going on up here. Another wonderful day on board our most illustrious ship. " Passing by the vomitting dwarf, "Yeesh, easy big guy, dont wanna lose you." He walks over to the ladies. "What's got you red faced?"
Another day, another silver. Quinn was itching to get off the boat and make some headway into his studies. The University doesn't want me? Fine! There are others who'll be more interested! His generally good fortune had started to flee the past few months of his life. First the University "not wanting to get in bed with the wrong sort" and then Markesh... Ugh. Markesh . As f the Universtiy wasn't content enough to tell him no, they had to go and rub salt in the wound with him. The past 102... no 3 days now isn't it?, on board have largely been an effort in avoiding the gnomes presence. You'd think he might get the hint but no, every few hours Markesh would find him. It was a good thing Quinn had a solid mental fortitude, or else it may have gotten to him. May. Quinn made his rounds in the hold. Checking his powder keg and then the package he was to make sure arrived. Everyday like clockwork he made the rounds, nothing ever changed. He didn't know why he expected it might. But hey, for that kind of gold, you do your job, he thinks to himself. As he finishes checking the netting around the cargo he sees Markesh wheeling about the corner, whistling. "Ah jeez." Quinn quickens his step and makes for topside.
"Hmm, yeah I suppose so." What is she going on about? Do they think they're coming with me... Suppose I could use the extra hands.
"A pistol, yes. It's safer in its holster." And I don't want them to see the hunk of junk that it is... I need to fix this damn thing up. "Someone untrained such as yourself is liable to blow their hand off."
Turning to the elven woman, "Ah...And your name miss?" I find myself in the company of beautiful ladies. "This journey is turning out well."
"I'm heading to the Mwangi for some research. I hope to find... Something." Quinn isn't quite sure himself yet. "And how about you m'am?"
"You see, I'm communicating through this weird device, ya see. I think a phrase and it begins to turn it to speech. Sometimes there are errors... It's a work in progress."
Now, that won't work, you see. The gunpowder is intuited by the slight spark from the flint... You're not listening to me are ya?
On person:
Belt pouch filled with 10 paper cartridges and 10 extra bullets.
Powder horn filled with 10 doses of gunpowder Pistol Clothes on his back. Cabin Footlocker:
Gunsmith kit
100 bullets Padded Armor Backpack A blank wizard's spell book jammed full with extra loose papers Ink & pens A receipt for what Quinn has stored in the Captain's safe and Hold. Hold:
Powder Keg. Captain's Safe: Sack with 330 gold pieces
It's cool, still waiting on me to finish my stuff haha
Markesh, you filthy little cheat! |