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"May Hei Feng's drunken anger never smite you by accident!" Raimei offers with a far-too cheerful tone for such an ominous 'blessing'. "Thanks to the Society for helping out my people in Kwanlai!" "Also, Butcher, there's a mercenary group out in Kwanlai that would probably greatly appreciate your style and skills when you get a bit older. They also wear masks and stylized helmets, and appreciate different personalities in their group!" For The Pale Butcher: Raimei is referring to a unit mentioned in Clash in Kaimuko Wood, a PFS scenario that figures in her backstory.
"And we didn't get smote by the Duke of Thunder's drunken hangover! That's always a plus in this sort of thing! Oh, and we may have some puppies that need a good home and a nice cleaning -- they had a really long night and one of them even got hurt but got better!" Raimei offers with a chirping happy tone.
The tengu priestess moves to the center of the warehouse, then makes herself pretty gosh darn bright as she casts Light upon herself. "Awkkk Cawcawcawwwwwwwwww K-shhhh *rumble* K-sssh caw caw!" she intones reverently in Tengu... Translation: "Duke of Thunder, please ignore this one and those with her and enjoy your drinks without us tonight!
"We're here to protect particular things put here by people who are new in town and reaching out to people who are well-established in town. If this is your warehouse, then you know which Consortia I am talking about, and why this might be important." Raimei offers with a bit of a gentle singsong from her position, watching the other entrances.
'Hidden message':
We're Aspis, watching our stuff, nothing to see here.
"The Duke's tears follow the lowest part of the land, the easiest to trail through. Let's turn our many tributaries into a mighty river, while minding the storms above with great clouds." Raimei offers playfully, glancing at the secret doors, and the skylight. She's also looking for large sheets of cloth as she says this. Translation from spiritualese: "Let's move boxes in front of the secret doors so even if they can open them, they won't be able to get in and will have to go around to a bigger door.. In addition, nailing up any cloth under the skylights, so if someone tries to come in through them, they see... a bunch of cloth at best, or if they're dumb enough to come at night without a good way of seeing and somehow manage to open the window and try to drop in, they'll get tangled."
Raimei blinks a few times then pulls out a coin pouch, tossing it to Yulau. "Get another one for me, if you would, and get them some treats so they aren't susceptible to the 'poisoned meat' trick, please?" She then starts looking at the other entrances, wondering what could be moved/etc, glancing up to the skylight worriedly in the main warehouse. "That looks like a weak point, too. In Kwanlai they do not have skylights in important warehouses to help keep the ninja problems under control." "Moving the lift up between the floors and then putting some crates under it to prevent the lift from being used might be worthwhile, too? What do you think?" she then offers to the rest of the party.
Raimei makes an amused warbling sound as the blade presses to her quickly but doesn't move until it's removed, then tilts her head and chimes happily... "If we weren't sent by V to to meet you, I'd be calling you out for a duel right now... but that seems like it'd be a bit counterproductive. I'm sure they will be back momentarily, they're checking the perimeter!" After she enters and finds somewhere to flop unceremoniously, she adds "If you were in Kwanlai and pulled that kind of stunt, my flock would've shanked you in the back. But, we're not in Kwanlai, so what do we need to know?"
Raimei is not very stealthy. In fact, she's the anti-stealthy in her mind. However, she also knows that if the party stands in this spot TOO long it will draw attention. She quietly motions to the stealthier people to 'get moving' while sliding over slightly to casually wall-lean against the warehouse, between any windows so as not to be seen. In Kwanlai, if more than a couple of folks were standing on a given intersection it'd be viewed as a challenge to the local superiority or a show of strength... either way it'd be an invitation to a fight.
"Still new to the Society's way of working things, but was impressed by how we pulled together as a team to accomplish our objectives -- such cohesion would've been unheard of back in Kwanlai." Raimei offers thoughtfully, uncertain what else to report in light of the comprehensive discussion already provided.
"First things first, can we take a few minutes to get somewhere we can clean up and maybe let the Society know about these folks down here? I personally can respect the rights of folks to get blasted out of their minds, but my assignment from the Duke of Thunder is to help out the Crusade and this seems like the kind of thing they'd be keen on." Raimei offers hopefully. "Getting cleaned up and out of these clothes should be a priority. We can save them in a sealed bag for future use. I'd REALLY like to get sewer gunk out of my feathers, please!"
Raimei will drink the ale and then get a Look, waving her left pointy finger around to emphasize. "Cawwwchirrblesqwuakgobblechirpchirp*sob*--" Raimei begins in a lecturely sort of drunken tone, attempting to impart vast wisdom to the barkeep... Tengu:
"Th' Duke o' Thunda' 'e drinksh too much, it'sh why 'e los' ish wi--" ...and then she realizes that she's not speaking Common. "...shorry. Hei Feng -- may 'e no' shmo' ush wi' ligh'nin' -- 'e shometimesh a bi' 'f a lush. Sho 'is wi' le' 'im, an' 'e'sh onl' go' 'un thi' le.... drinkinsh..." she then offers sagely. Drunken Rantings:
"My deity, Hei Feng -- [color=blue]may He not smote us with lightning[/color] -- He's sometimes a bit of an inebriate. So His wife left Him, and He only has one thing left, the consumption of adult beverages in a wholly irresponsible fashion."
Raimei eats the food with an almost religious fervor -- as if she were in an Urgathoan buffet or something.
Raimei fumbles with her coin purse a bit to draw out a few coins, and ends up spilling a goodly chunk of them all over the counter with a bit of a curse. "AwkGrrble!" Tengu:
"For Feng's sake!" It may be sheer coincidence that the number of coins that spill onto the counter happen to be in the forty-fifty coin range, give or take. "Shorry. Long night. Guessh thoshe are yoursh now...." she adds solemnly. Number of gold coins:
Raimei will stagger in a few minutes after most of the rest of the party wearing clothing that has been seasoned well with the aroma of spilt cheap beer and kind of meander her way over towards the bar, her sword sort of chiming rhythmically as she plods. " 'owdy! I'llll have th' house special an' a brexfist.... ples." she requests in a slightly slurred sing-song.
"So are we going to the bar or are we going to wander around like dust on the wind all day? I'm not complaining, I just want an idea of what to prepare for because I'm DEFINITELY going to need a drink or three before I put on that horrible outfit..." Raimei offers with a still-cheerful tone of voice.
Raimei buys some really cheap clothing and then splashes some cheap nasty beer into the outfit. She then places it near a source of warmth to let it heat up and get properly rancid before sealing it away in a nice waterproof bag, ready to put on and stink up the bar prior to the Carrion Detonation...
"Oh, have no fear about jinxes! With Raimei as part of your team you have protection against them! In fact, I'm a veritable Jinx Lightning Rod!" she offers cheerfully. "I think that's why the Duke of Thunder wants me to represent Him!" She will follow the party to the briefing, but stand quietly off to the side, so as not to interrupt.
The tengu has been more or less standing quietly, distracting herself by making the rings on her broadsword jingle a bit in a soothingly subtle fashion. With the focus turned to actually determining a course of action, she places a hand under her beak and murmurs thoughtfully. "While the idea of a fight in a bar is nothing alien to the Duke of Thunder, I hardly think it's going to help matters if we're all captured and unable to perform our mission. We also need another idea or two in case the effort to shut the bar down doesn't work. Going to the ship is going to require stealth, subterfuge, and some good talking skills.' Raimei offers thoughtfully. If I don't mention the sewers then we don't have to go down into them, right? The idea of clearing sewer gunk out of my armor and feathers... blehhhh! "I like our chances better at the bar and the ship, but I'll follow the consensus on this. We don't need to be pigeoning off after three different missions at the same time..."
" 'Rye-may' is the name I've earned, though Taldan spells it oddly with strange letters. I'm also from the countryside, though in my case from far-off Kwanlai. The Duke of Thunder -- I believe He is also referred to as Hei Feng -- asked me personally to come and help out the Pathfinder Society after the Society came to help with a serious extraplanar issue. The Waybringer's reputation is known, of course, but theyr'e a bit stodgy and need to have a beer or two to lighten up." the tengu offers in a polite then a very sing-songy sort of tone towards the end. "I'm more a priestess for the Shrine of the Sacred Tempest. May He not smite us in misplaced aim and anger." Despite the rather ominous words her tone remains upbeat and happy. "Sometimes when He drinks, He gets angry." As the other conversations continue the tengu's head bobs back and forth, following the conversation as one might follow jugglers or the like. "Vigilance is good, though excessive vigilance or discipline can lead to diminished returns. Particularly if the parties involved can't agree on who deserves it. Can lead to a lot of infighting, if one is not careful." The bird-person bows to Zarah politely. "Good to meet you!" Any further conversation from her is cut off by the arrival of the Venture Captain. "Ah, Captain Moustach---er... Valsin. Apologies. There is a General who fancies themselves a connisseur of such back home. They've always praised the straight lines and martial perfection of your facial plummage, though they've lamented the lack of flowery expansion often." Raimei offers with polite respect and a slightly sketched salute and bow. "And your assessment of the port is spot-on. It took nearly three hours of carousing to find the docks despite having the name of the vessel and the dock it was located." Unbidden, and as if to underscore the point, a properly thunderous belch emanates from her beak, though she is courteous enough to direct the eruption of ale-vapors away from the rest of the party.
A bird-like person sort of shuffles to the gangplank in a slow sort of drunken roll... yet the moment they hit the ramp and board the vessel they are not so much shuffling or drunk as moving with the motion of the ship. They are clad in a pinkish-purple set of heavy leather armor with stylized circles containing lightning bolts strewn about the suit. At their left hip rides a nine-ring broadsword, "Hello there! Is this the Sixwing Drake? I'm here to meet a balding human-friend...." she offers in a chirpy singsong, clearly happy to be here!
UPDATE: 4. Day job roll: n/a
1. Player name Wei Ji The Learner
The Duke of Thunder, Hei Feng, is the patron deity of the Tengu. Unfortunately, much like the Thunder he is a duke of, he is mercurial, prone to violent outbursts and fits of melancholy. His love left him, because of this, and he doesn't blame her. Now imagine a worshiper of the Duke of Thunder, fulfilling a debt to the Silver Crusade...
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