Howdy, y'all. You might have realized I haven't checked in in ... quite a while. I've been busy IRL, so I might have to step out of the game. Best of luck with the game!
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Norvegicus watches in amazement as the ifrit charms the hag-ish woman, only to have the child react. He raises an eyebrow, shaking his head. Kids ...
He decides to use a little charming of his own ...
Ditto
"Say, Bartender. Do you happen to know of any local mediums? I kind of need one. You know, for personal stuff. She'd be - Yea high? - sleek, older ..."
With his Harrow card in hand, Norvegicus walks into the Mews. "Beer is proof that the gods love us and want us to be happy." he says as he sighs in a relaxed tone. Bartender: a drink! Though he's laid back, his eyes constantly dart back and forth, always on the look out for danger. Can't be too careful 'round these parts. I smell a rat ... Oh wait!
At the sight of Asael, Norvegicus simply raises an eyebrow and silently continues with the task at hand (card pun?).
Norvegicus tries to recall where he's seen these cards in his studies, and what they mean. It doesn't require a Sense Motive check to see that she clearly doesn't understand what's going on. But who does? he contemplates. "Solet me get this strait; something terrible's gonna happen, and we're supposed to stop it from happening? I'm not a firm believer in the supernatural (though I'm a practitioner of the arcane, I stick to what can be explained by natural laws), I feel like these events are kind of pre-destined."
"I agree with beaky," concurs Norvegicus. "What are we doing here? What's the 'so what'? "
"Quite the group we have 'ere, eh?" Norvegicus remarks, looking around at what seems to be a three-ring circus. "And admirable avian, he says to Raijan. What I have on my head is my business alone." Norvegicus turns back to the owner of Green Market and the guard. "So," he says slyly. "What's the story, morning glory?" he asks with a wink at Zeeva. "The captain tells of disasters. Any insight? Or foresight?"
Before Korvosa:
A shadow creeps across a dimly lit alleyway. Out comes a small rodent, standing upright, with a long and scrunched nose. His whiskers hold the crumbs of meals past, and his face holds the scars of memories past. He dons tattered, baggy traveling outfit with a cloth turban atop his matted crown; your typical vagabond, cloak and all. The rat surveys the alleyway before leaping up, bouncing from brick wall to brick wall up to the ledge of a window, adorned with intricate wooden designs. With a masterful flick of his wrist, the lock on the window is undone. Magic. He carefully opens the window. A creak eminates from the hinge. The rodent freezes, then continues and enters the house. He draws a thin sword from a scabbard at his waist A dark bird, its feathers the same shade of the rodent's taps on the window. "Shhh ..." he whispers. The raven taps again. He mumbles under his breath, "Well, I can't have this damned bird wake the master. What do you want?" A tube at the raven's ankle holds a message. Greetings, the letter begins. The rat, Norvegicus, frowns disappointedly. Not the salutations I expected from the lovely captain. He keeps reading. When he finishes, he turns to the bird. "Korvosa, eh?" He looks at the raven with a wry grin. "This theft will have to wait. I'm traveling north."
Staring at the entrance of Korsova, his favorite place to visit as a youngun', Norvegicus takes a deep breath. He always enjoyed the brisk air of the north. Growing up with it, he stomached it better than others.
Inside, Norvegicus looks around at the people. So many people. So many large people. He didn't like it. He rolls another cigar, strikes a match on a wall, and keeps walking.
Sounds like a Terry Pratchet novel ...
Hallo. Rodent magic swordsman, here
@IronDM: Will do!
Details about the actual campaign to follow I'm guessing?
Interested, and working on magus (he's a newb for PbP) |