She knows where Vanthus is and is willing to roll on him. Let's take it. Even if you are too stuffy to take the payday, we can get revenge that much quicker.
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“The lady might be dangerous, but she’s honest. Why not kick back for a week and enjoy ourselves, and then have Vanthus brought to us like a strung up goat? If we don’t like the city afterwards, we can just fix things to our liking and be hailed as heroes! Maybe they’d even make us nobility?” “I bet she’d even bring you a moor hound for companionship, though I’ll be closing my eye for that.”
I think that’s Zhanther, the lady’s bodyguard. He looks like hell!
If Vanthus is anywhere, it's back here.
They’ll likely seal the place up tighter than Wastri’s arse, then start combing the compound for intruders. They’ll come at us from back the way we came. There's a long hallway up ahead we could use as a choke point, but it will need to be swabbed out first.
“We would have to take a left where we first came in to get there.”
**Penkus is there an answer from you that could answer our questions as to where we are on the map or where we should head and what to expect there?** Well, since he's not going to drink it, the purple stuff is Urchin Venom. I still say it would have been fun to watch him heave his guts like a landlubber on their first ocean voyage. Vanthus was sleeping in that back room for a time (), but he's likely moved on by now; sleeping in my quarters, no doubt, the devil spawned bilge rat humping swamp donkey buggerer. If we go back the way we were headed, the room to the south is rum storage...
Let’s dare Tyndal to drink the purple potion! That other room back there is for visiting guests.
I like this one! Not only does he take point, but he heads straight on to where we might give Vanthus a good shanking. Let’s remember to pilfer this place dry when we head back out though, eh?
”Not much point in trapping or locking anything in a thieves' guild, except for practice.”
The thieves, upbeat at the thought of liberation and eager to take the first ship out of town, instruct you to walk to the end of the hall and look for the secret door to the right of the workroom. “This just shows how far the guild has fallen under Vanthus’ guidance. In my day these two would have gutted each other rather than talk. Sad really. We don’t need them; you have me. Let’s stick them just for laughs.”
"Croc. Big one too, but you seem pretty beasty yourself. I didn’t know I’d be pulling double shifts as a mutt’s eye!" "It would get us there quicker, but there is a much safer route through the secret hall in the back here."
That's where we train the new bloods. We call it the Crucible.
“That door in the back there, there’s a secret wall down he hallway that leads to the guild. I think we can bluff our way through as guild guests…oh bloody hell. The jigs up, he’s on to us!”
Is potion breaker talking to me?
Where did you dig up this clam?
“Terin likes the sailors.”
Penkus takes a brief moment to disparage you, your parents, and your future progeny, before mentioning the following: “The heart of the Lotus is in Sunrise district, beneath the streets of Dead Dog Alley. The quickest way in is down the well, but it’s also the quickest way to get yourselves killed. At any given time, assuming they haven’t changed things since my…death, there are probably slightly more than 20 members in the guild proper at any one time. Your best bet is through the back of Nemien’s place, I can show you where his Taxidermy is located. He’s a coward, but he’s also likely to offend easy and see through your bluffs.” "Now stop clowning around and let's go drag Vanthus' sorry carcass out of there." Penkus’ voice fades off, but not before launching into an interesting limerick involving Tyndal and a place called “Nantucket.”
Hawt. Make a move; she likes us.
Penkus curses creatively, then interjects, “Looked a lot like that.”
Spoiler: Admit it. He bugs you and you want to knife him in his sleep. You can tell me. Who am I going to tell? Let's open some chests!
Spoiler: Ya bilge rat! Already ye be askin' me fer advice. I tell ye Terin, wi' me as th' brains an' ye as th' body, this be goin' t' work ou' perfect!
There ortin' ta be a drainage tunnel here somewhere, but we weren’t able t' locate 't. Ye might try th' room behind th' hidden door as well. Th' beast here secreted away quite a bit o' a nest egg from anythin' that wandered by.
Heard inside Terin's head:
Spoiler:
Those bones yer friend be picking clean used to belong to me; have a care! I was dead, kilt by the freakish thing in this room. Even as it ate my flesh though, I knew it were not its fault, but that that damnable traitor I thought me friend!
Vanthus Vanderboren! Even thinking of his name fills me with the sick. That spineless, treacherous cur left us all down here to die. Left ME here to die, traded me to that thing for free passage after all I done t’ get his blighted hide into the Lotus! He’s after the Lady of the Lotus fer sure; so clear now. He’ll wriggle his way in like a botfly. A CURSE ON HIS BONES! Now you though, Terin. We’ve got a right partnership now. Your honor and me vengeance, we’ll track that gutless worm to the ends of the earth and beyond. Thinks he’s so perfect with his otherworldly backer. It cost me my soul and so much more t’ come back, even in this pathetic shape, but he won’ see us a comin’ to be sure, and we’ll show him he’s not the only one with a powerful patron! I plan on making sure he know it be me, and making certain he lives a good long time once we’ve found him. A very good, long time indeed. Let’s get topside and seek him out, likely cooling his filthy heels in the lap o’ the Lotus as we speak, beneath th’ Taxidermist’s Hall.
Spoiler: “Mind the ‘shrooms, that thing was feasting on them to get smart, but they’re dangerous if you get greedy.” After examining his new surroundings: “Is that Lerod? I thought Vanthus left him for dead when that giant bug attacked us? I’ll be damned, two survivors, of a sort.”
The eye “crouches,” retracting into Terin’s cupped palms. Within the space of an eye blink, the ocular creature rockets out of Terin’s hands, releasing the coiled energy. Performing a midair half summersault, the creature’s nerve cluster, now pointing at Terin, opens wide, revealing row after row of razor-sharp corkscrew teeth. Before Terin can pull away reflexively, the creature anchors to his orbit, and begins gouging the existing eye from its socket. Reforming the tripod into a spear, it plunges deep into his head, wracking his already tortured cavity with waves of extreme pain. Despite screaming, instinctively tearing at the thing, and thrashing about, the eye will not dislodge. Terin loses consciousness momentarily; when he awakes, a voice in his head that is not his own utters, “Salud.” One of Terin’s eyes is now a very dark shade of brown.
won't someone just give me a glass of water... Here ya go, mate! Good on ya... |