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"Oh stop, Garvid, you'll make me blush," Manius jokes between large bites of breakfast. "We should be fine. I can talk my way in, and Garvid can certainly give them a good push." He mimes pushing one hand with the other, giving the pushed hand an exaggerated fly through the air followed by a bang.
Manius groggily enters the common room, his face applied for that day. Last night went a big hazy towards the end, the wine had been a bit stronger than he'd counted on. He vaguely remembered something about a plan and the arrival of another stranger, this one unnaturally handsome and with some connection to Em. Uuuugh, what did they put in the wine. As he nurses his forehead he gives looks at each of his companions. "Alright, friends, what's the itinerary? Breakfast, butcher's, hopefully not battle, blissful release of sleep? Urgh." He then frowns as a thought occurs. "Wait... where's Garvid?"
"Aslong as we look like we belong in the street it shouldn't be too hard to lookout and not get exposed," points out Manius, still drinking his wine. "Garvid and I could just look a little more scum, stand across the street, and they won't expect a thing!" Manius takes another swig from his bottle of wine. "... Probably" *cough*
Three Rings Inn: "Uh, can't say I saw her," Manius says between gulps of wine, "But I'm sure she's not far off."
After a couple more seconds he seems to suddenly realise there's a conversation happening near him, raising an eyebrow as he turns to give his input. "Joining the guard? That seems frightfully dull, current political climate notwithstanding. Who wants to be trapped in the city all their life watching walls erode? Would you not rather go out there and see the world? Visit Riddleport? See the tundra beasts of the north? The ancient cities of Garund? Go to Mendev and gaze unto the apocalypse?" He looks back to the maps on the wall, munching another sandwich. "Maybe not that last one. That's probably a bit too much excitement, haha!"
Three Rings Inn: Manius strolls into the basement a little late, a bottle of drink in one hand hinting at why. His other hand holds some half-eaten cheeses and meats.
"Sorry I'm late, was getting thirsty." Manius takes a good swig from the bottle before looking around the room. "Hells, didn't expect that we'd get some kind of espionage center." He looks at the various maps with interest, apparently oblivious to the discussion he interrupted.
Three Rings Inn: Manius raises an eyebrow at the woman's sudden, uninvited joining of the table. Then again, technically it was her table...
"My lady, you wouldn't believe me if I told you," Manius grins, shooting a quick glance across the room to see who's got Silvio and Mouse agitated before sharply returning his attention to the attractive lady. "I'm not indisposed to trying, mind you," he says with a wink.
Spoiler: "Shouldn't be too hard for Garvid to pass as some hired muscle and, well, I'm a half-orc..." Manius shifts a little uncomfortably, "The unscrupulous types don't tend to assume much in the way of honour from my kind."
"The issue here will probably be disguising music-man and the sister of the Lady of Graves. Other than that we can probably quite easily pass as a group of renegades," he says as he assembles another bread, meat and cheese monstrosity and scoffs it.
Mouse, Orcsson and Silvio: "Oh, you really shouldn't have!" says Manius as he sets upon the breads, meats and cheeses. "You couldn't possibly bring us some wine?" he manages to say between mouthfuls, smiling.
When Silvio arrives Manius listens to his description with interest. "Lots of people, you say? Any particular character to them or do you reckon we might be able to sneak in as we are?"
Mouse and Orcsson: Manius raised his eyebrows in surprise at learning Mouse hadn't been able to read until Silvio taught her. His education was never something he'd considered a luxury, but not being able to read or write was a strange, alien concept to him.
"Ho boy, I should show you some of the books we had at Anamanexus. They've got maps that'd blow your mind!" He chuckles, wondering how Mouse would react to those images of Golarion and beyond. "Yeah, I've been here a few times. I'm quite the explorer of Korvosan drinking establishments, y'know." Some might consider it a problem, hah.
Mouse and Orcsson: "Heh, it was nothing. I've spent a few nights dueling brutish things in basements. Granted they usually have less teeth..."
"Ah, yes. Me, Emilia and Garvid met while being accosted by a bunch of Lamm's friends. That's where Garvid began his reputation for being a bit heavy-handed when it came to putting people down, hah. Knocked a man right over a bar and killed him with the blunt end of his weapon." Manius chuckled at the thought, before realising that was a rather grim image. "Sorry. Hopefully the big guy over there didn't overhear that or Garvid will never get in, eh? Haha!" He makes a subtle motion towards Tauk Par. "How'd you end up at the cathedral that night? Don't remember it being anything to do with the spooky cards..."
Mouse and Orcsson: Manius gives the large man a nod as he glares at them. Hopefully he doesn't recognise me with the orc face on. Pretty sure I've been thrown out of here a few times. Memory is a bit hazy though... As usual, hah.
He follows Mouse to the table, slumping slightly in his chair as he sits, twiddling his thumbs as he surveys the room. He laughs when Mouse starts conversation. "Hah, you could say that. Bar fights, riots, spirits, a hands-on marine safari experience... We're probably pretty lucky we all came out of the last 48 hours in one piece, haha!" He leans back, reminiscing. "Hells, you were a bit more hands-on with the marine life than the rest of us. You've got some ferrous nerves, you do!"
"Sounds pretty familiar, sure I've had a couple of drinks there before." And ran afoul of Tauk when I've had too many, haha.
"I'm no fan of killing guardsmen, deserters or not." Manius thought of his sister, and how he didn't know anything about her current state. "Beginning to wish I'd trained more with a sap than a rapier, hah." ---- Manius stifled a laugh at Garvid's explanation. "Do we get to keep them afterwards? I know this one girl in Midland... Heheh." As the group is leaving, Manius lingers to ask the field marshal a final question, away from the rest of the party's ears. "You don't happen to know anything about a Cassandra Archton, do you? She is rather important to me."
It occurs to me I haven't done Manius' shopping yet, so here we go: Selling Rapier + 15gp
Should leave me with 41 gp and 5 sp from 609 gp...
Manius played with his gloves, not at all comfortable being inside such a center of law and order. Oh great, Hellknights. Cassandra was never fond of them, and it seems Garvid shares her sentiments. Worse, his brother Treban adored them. Rotund idiot. Shame I've had to ruin my streak of avoiding them... He took a seat, relaxing back in his chair. "You may call me Orcsson..." He thinks for a second. "Uh... sir?" Or was it the Sable Company where you called female officers sir? Ah hells, who cares.
Manius bows as the queen takes her leave. When she's gone he mumbles to whoever's nearest, "Strongarmed into a 'quest' with no prior knowledge? Today's starting well. We'd better not end up in a slaughterhouse filled with angry carnivores again."
Manius begrudgingly hands over his rapier and his daggers, feeling uncomfortable without his weapon on himself. His head swirled at the question of how to introduce himself. What words could he possibly combine to best display the magnitude of his skill and charisma? Oh wait, I'm in disguise. Hmm. "Just 'Orcsson'," he replies, looking a little glum. Hopefully we'll be adding titles to that soon enough.
"You're doing good work, friend. Don't happen to, uh, know anything about the situation at other stations last night?" Like the one Cassandra was at...
Manius was feeling distracted. All this talk of riots and trouble in the guard was making him worry about his sister and mother, the few family members he cared for. He wondered if asking about Cassandra at the watch station would do anything to allay his fears. "Sargeant Boozer here sure has a one-track mind, heh," Manius observes as he walks in front of Em and Garvid, keeping an eye out for danger. "Don't think you're being optimistic about how easily it'll be to get into the castle? The rioting may be limiting visiting hours, haha."
Sorry I haven't postd yet guys, Uni stuff's been getting me stressed. I'll try and catch up and post tomorrow
"Oh, it's a little more crazy out there than I usually like from a night on the town. Shame I've missed the music." Manius' stomach rumbled. "Glad to hear everything's okay..." he says as he makes a rush for any remaining foods. "Got bothered by some club-wielding looters and managed to dodge a second pack on the way here. Wouldn't advise anyone to go for a midnight stroll tonight."
Spoiler: "Don't worry about me, I have a room at the cathedral!"
Manius pauses for a second to think about the journey back. "Should be an exciting walk, haha! Thank you once again for the book, friend!"
Manius makes his way towards the cathedral, making sure to keep an eye out for danger.
Spoiler: "Yup, drawing my sword. Exactly the case."
Manius sheathes his sword and rolls up the sleeves of his jacket. "Right then, better make a start before more looters think to pop in!"
Spoiler: "Hahah, excuse me? Or else what? You two are armed with glorified twigs while I..." Manius takes a step forward, giving his blade another flourish. "I actually brought a weapon A fine weapon at that. So how about you do yourselves a favor and go home before I put some holes in you?"
Spoiler:
Manius very clumsily drops both books in surprise at the loud bang. He growls slightly in anger at his mistake, a mood not improved by the two burly thugs now trying to rob the store. Well, he was robbing it too, but one book was probably not as bad as all the man's gold. Right? "Excuse me gentlemen, but he's dealing with another customer at the moment." Manius draws his rapier and gives it a small flourish. "I don't think your lives are worth interrupting him."
Spoiler: Manius takes a look at the spellbooks, casually checking if the shopkeeper is looking the other way when he spots a nice one. Hmm, pockets are a bit empty.
"How much for one of these?" he asks, holding up a book at random, another clutched in his hands behind his back.
Spoiler: Manius looks towards the castle with concern. What Zellara said was ominous, but he hadn't expected thinks to immediately get worse. Hopefully the smoke had nothing to do with that. Maybe the griffons are just out on maneuvers? Ah crap. As he enters the shop he shakes the thoughts from his mind and puts on a warm smile as he addresses the shopkeeper. "Hello my good man, I am looking for one of your finest arcane journals. I have unfortunately, uh, misplaced my last one." He casts a quick glance back to the door. "You also don't happen to know anything about some smoke at the castle, do you?"
"I should probably go see man about a book," said Manius, thinking of his still missing spellbook, "I'll meet up with you guys at the church. Maybe after a bath. I imagine I smell a bit fishy..."
Cool, changed what wand I have on my profile.
Sorry Em, just went to the last page and noticed you had replied. It's 8 charges, just double-checked. You can keep your saving throw re-roll, the Magus level has given Manius quite decent saves :)
A wand of magic missile would certainly be better than throwing a dagger, though I can spell combat an acid splash at-will. Also I will gladly take any donations to the masterwork rapier fund :3 Also does Cal or Em want my Wand of Cure Light Wounds (8 charges)?
Manius between the severed head and Zellara with shock for a good few seconds before quickly regaining his composure. "Well, I guess that explains all the spooky nonsense," he says when he's recovered. Should probably have bet some coin on some supernatural nonsense being afoot. Didn't expect a ghost though. "Oh, come on Garvid, I like to think I'm a little special," Manius says with a chuckle, leaning against the inside of the door while absent-mindedly playing with his gloves. "Saving the city? Sure, sounds like fun. I'm in."
Manius made sure to give the succubi figurine a good examination before he gave it back to Mouse to put in the box. He'd have to remember to claim that piece later. "We are swinging by an inn for some lunch, right? Preferably one near the dock with the freshest fish. I am dying for some seafood." Manius joked, trying to hide the strange sadness he was feeling as he heard Cal play. He wasn't usually one to get emotional, especially to music.
Oh yeah, I should have that wand of cure light wounds with 4 charges from the roll thing earlier, shouldn't I? I imagine I'd just give that to Em or Cal as Manius can't use it.
"Oh, crocodile-skin boots? That's a little too ostentatious, even for me." Manius ponders for a second, stroking his chin. "Nah, it's not. Shame there's no hands left to haul the croc." He lets out a sigh, defeated. Manius does a search for any secret exits.
"I know he was old, but he can't have been so senile as to leave his only means in and out a wooden plank and a decrepit bridge..."
"Eh, was just an overgrown goldfish." Manius smirks as he gives his blade a twirl then wipes it clean on his sleeve. He walks over and stares at the corpse of Lamm. "Huh. Ugly bastard. Looks kinda familiar too. Shame I can't ask why he killed Varial..." Manius' smile temporarily falters, but he regains composure quickly.
Level up stuff: 1 Level in Magus
Skills: Intimidate 1
Background Skills:
Spellbook with all 0-level Magus spells and 5 (3 base +2 Int) 1st-level spells Have Orcsson with no spells prepared cause he hasn't yet had to time to prepare them. I also imagine a spellbook hasn't just magically manifested in his hands.
"I did not expect us to be encountering quite so much of Varisia's marine life today!" shouts Manius as he jabs at the shark with his rapier.
"That's right ugly, you just keep on trying to eat your greens!" Manius taunts Gobblegut, before swinging to strike it.
Well this isn't good. Best try and save the hostage first. Manius moves into the room, drawing a dagger from his belt and throwing it at the offending crocodilian in an effort to distract it from the kid.
"Hey Scales-for-brains! How about feasting on something your own, uh... Colour!" Manius shouts at the crocodile, hoping to draw its attention away from the dangling boy. He extravagantly flourishes his rapier, hoping the movement of it aids his distraction.
"Great, sharkbait again..." mutters Manius as he follows the group, rapier ready to stab any leaping sharks. "Anyone else getting a strange craving for seafood?"
"Well these kids were certainly living in the lap of luxury." Manius casts an eye to the cobwebs. "No one around here spring clean?" He subconsciously twirls his rapier. "We likely to get many people trying to flank us? Pretty sure the shark's got us covered. We can put all the heavy-hitters at the front."
Manius casts a worried look towards the shark fin. Why did I volunteer to go first? "Sure, but you lot better be ready to save me from being fishfood!" Like Varial... Manius attempts to cross the board as quickly as possible, rapier ready to stab any jumping sharks.
Sorry guys, just moved into a new flat and we're not getting internet installed until the 24th. Gonna try and post best I can using the University wi-fi
And I should hope so too! "Oh, stop Garvid. You'll make me blush!" Manius takes another stab at the laughing orc. "Well, your mother certainly narrowed your perceptions, didn't she? Sounds like a wonderful woman." Manius's voice is thick with sarcasm.
"Ow, did your mother never tell you not to harm you fellow orc?" Manius quips as he jabs his blade at Giggles.
Manius then raises his rapier, ready to parry any incoming blows.
Manius darts down the stairs, moving past the orphans. He raises his rapier, point towards the other half orc in the room.
"You should just give it up, friend. We got you outnumbered! Surrender and I won't have to gut you like a... well, you know." He waves at the fishery around them. The giggling half-orc was a little unsettling. The crazy ones were often the most dangerous fighters in the underground rings.
"Hopefully it's a lot less child-stabbers. More secret gnomes I can handle. Guess we should tie her up too?" Manius motions to the girl Garvid knocked unconscious. He waves his rapier at Hookshanks to indicate he should turn around. "Hands behind your back! No funny business or I shall use the pointed bit." When both Hookshanks and the unconscious girl are bound up, he moves to the northern door of the room. "Shall we?" he asks, having a quick listen at the door.
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