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Krovok turns to Ostran says, "So where is he now? Did a healer look at him? Why are you wanted for murder?" "Now, now, Krovok. Mevitari's currently recovering in the nearest Jorasco enclave. If anyone will be healing him, it will be them." "The murder, well, self defense would be a more accurate term. We were just afraid of getting locked away if they caught us, is all."
"I don't really like this. Like I said, I have friends in Daask, they were who I talked to to get the lead on Jolin. And I don't want to cross swords, figuratively, with them. If we can get the pots without a fight, I'll help, but I won't fight Daask." "Kyleria, relax. I for one won't lay a hand on any Daask we meet."
"Now, Cogmin, you don't need to worry. We're growing up, we can't just stay here and be children forever, right? Besides, we're just going to pick up a crate and take it back to whoever hired Tulgeihk. There's no need to get the Watch involved." Lam flashes the warforged a smile, hoping he is convinced.
"Oh, and a few people might, might, I say, be asking about Ostran and me. So, yeah, be prepared."
Lam leans down and begins patting down one of the xvort. "Now what do we have here?" he says as he holds up a heavy wooden amulet. He pulls two more amulets from beneath his mail, a collection of bones and a holy symbol of the Path of Light, and compares them. "Yep, another one for the collection", he says as he places the new amulet around his neck and returns all three to beneath his mail.
"Lam,never tease an orc. They may tear your arm off", Ostran jokes as he walks up to him. "Shall we go find the others?" "I didn't tease him, I was tossing money at him." Lam coughs as he shifts back to his usual form and scoops up his coinpurse. "Besides, what do you think I've been trying to do? Still, a different form might help relations a bit." His jaws juts out as his features become orcish. "Actually showing the holy symbol might help them get the point sooner too, now that I think about it.", Lam says as he reaches into the neck of his mail and pulls out a collection of carved bones, tied together by twine and lays it on his chest. "Anyway, mind I just sit down and catch my breath for a bit? Damn, my jaw hurts."
The elf recoils back clutching his head. "You really don't know a thing about religion, do you?" He scowls as his face melts and his eyes become gray orbs sunken into it's face. "A traveler offers you a gift, you take it. You don't just attack the guy, or he may give you more than you bargained for." The elf(?) looms over the orc, dingy gray hair hanging over it's face and it's voice like gravel. Do we have an understanding?"
"Just remember what they say about the Traveler's gifts!", yells Lamm as he runs away.
Why don't you give me everything you have, and then we'll talk. Lam shakes his head. "Beggars these days just don't know their theology." He takes his coin purse and tosses it at the beggar's feet. "There. Sorry there's not much, I'm just a humble traveler you understand. Now, start talking."
The beggar: I have seen an orc. How much of that do you have? "That depends entirely on how much you know. You tell me something useful and you will be rewarded. You don't, and you'll still have a gift. You understand?"
You find yourself soon lost among the abandoned buildings, slums and piles of broken glass. Eventually, you are approached by a humanoid creature, fairly bulky, wrapped around in bloody bandages and covered in ragged clothing. In a deep, grovelled voice, he says, "Can you spare some copper?" Lam reaches into his coinpurse and flicks a silver coin at the beggar. "I'm looking for some people. A minotaur, an orc and a woman. You see anyone like that around here?"
The elf begins picking his way through the abandoned warehouses, looking for a group of people. Perception Checks:
1d20+8You hear tell of a minotaur going downward, toward lower Dura, destination unclear. The elf heads for Lower Dura, hoping for a lead of some kind.
The hefty dwarf ducks into an alley, and a tall, thin elf walks out and begins asking about a minotaur...
Rolls:
Based on your knowledge of the streets, you try slipping in and out of alleyways, hoping to avoid contact with anyone. Suddenly, you jump over a wall and find yourself standing right near a group the Watch, who eye you suspiciously. One begins to approach you. "Ah, this caen' be right, was I supposed to turn right back there?... Lad, could you give me directions to tha Keltos Inn? I got my directions mixed up."
"Baldric" carefully makes his way through the town, hoping to keep the guard's attention away from him.
"Don't find us, we'll find you." Lam quickly whispers to the halfling as he runs past. *** Once out of sight, Lam hands Ostran his cloak and his form shifts into a stout dwarf. "I'm Baldric, you're Garret, got it? We're here to negotiate a business deal. You're me assistant. Let me do tha talkin'.", he says shifting into a Mror accent as he goes.
"Just remember, you attacked us, and change can come at any time. I wish you good luck explaining how one halfling beat a group you were leading. Have a good day." Lam smiles ingratiatingly at the man and backs away.
"The weak will become strong, and the strong weak." Ostran is revitalized, and Bandatiq finds his defenses lowering despite himself.
Lam chants quietly as he backs away from the thugs, and Ostran's wounds begin to heal. "Come now Bandatiq, stop being a fool and accept your gift." He raises his hand and a lance of light shoots into Bandatiq, providing a convenient target for Ostran.
"It's not very polite to refuse such a gracious gift, you know."
"No, I insist. You wanted the light, you will receive the light. Fair is fair, after all."
"At least we're closer to Jorasco than we were before. Come on, no time to waste."
Lamander finally snaps out of his shock from seeing Mevitari fall. "I'll help you bring him to the temple. Cogmin, we'll try to meet up with you later."
Lamander silently follows, his green eyes sparkling. But weren't they brown a moment ago? And a featureless gray before that? Now that you think of it, was his hair quite that long when you left? Who knows how many minor differences there are in his appearance?
Lamander walks over to Mevitari, his head bowed. "What is bothering you, sir?"
"Yes, lets." Lam leads the way back to the temple, head held high.
"One moment, a few guards are heading our way." Lam moves to intercept the guards. "Gentlemen, forgive us for that little altercation. They were trying to rob us and my friend frightened them off. Nothing more than that happened. Now, can my friend and myself leave or would you rather we stayed to answer a few questions?"
Lamander stares at Bandatiq with his empty gray eyes, letting Ostran take the lead.
The ritual book, reagents and holy symbols were all gifts from someone or another. The chailmail and morningstar? Well, he needed some armor and a weapon before he could be ordained, and no one notices a guardsman walking out of the gym and putting on his equipment, they only notice when he comes out again a few minutes later and starts yelling about where his equipment is. He managed to convince Mevitari that he bought it off of a veteran and just wanted to protect the orphanage as well as he could.
Lam makes his way through the crowd happily. "So, are you looking for something or just felt like wandering for a bit?"
{OUT OF CHARACTER - I forget how to make rolls on here - or are we just using the honor system and rolling in realspace?}
"Anyone wanna check out the booths?", he asks just before heading off to find her. Lam smiles, his eyes a blank gray. "Sure, sounds like fun."
Lamander, wearing a holy symbol of the Path of Light on his chest, is outwardly serene, happy to be at a true temple to the Path of Light. Still, he glares at the priests' backs once their backs are turned. "Did you hear, Petralis is supposed to be riding on a wyvern in the race today. He's racing to win a fair lady's hand, if I heard right."
Lam was worried over Lazam's death and the changes in Mevitari at the time, but he has come to accept it. After all, one must always embrace change, even when it isn't for the better. Still, today Lamander is helping Kyleria tend the children. his green eyes glittering. "Got your nose! What, of course I did. It's right here." Lam points to his face, changing his nose back to the usual form once the child humors him and laughs. "Say, Ky, how about we go get some good seats for the race before they all fill up?"
"No sir, I'm glad to follow you down the Path of Light. What made you think otherwise?" One Changeling Cleric of The Traveler, ready to go. |
