She will offer Ginetta A Quiet Word every day though if that helps. :)
So that's what the kids are calling it these days, eh?
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Ginetta would be fine as Recruiter. If the role should be less than overt, she'll probably engage in recruitment as Rose.
Dripping wet from the chest down, Rose shakes out her socks before carefully slipping her boots back on. "Now while that was brisk, I'm going to have to take my leave to dry out," she says with a smirk. She retrieves her cloak and sword before approaching Adolina. "It has been a lovely afternoon, Lady d'Jhaltera," she says with a tip of her head. "I hope to do it again soon. Without the cold dip afterwards, of course." Her eyes crinkle with the smile under her mask. There's a slight pause before she leans in close and whispers in the woman's ear. Adolina:
"A little bird has passed along to me that Miss Cicerdos would enjoy an evening meal with you if you would be persuaded to remain here at Laria's fine establishment this evening." She leans back and nods at the woman again before turning to Ghorza. "Miss Thursisdottir," she addresses the dwarf respectfully before presenting her blade with both hands. "It has come to our attention that you were the fine woman to craft this elegant weapon. You would have our everlasting gratitude if you could bring this blade up to the level that it's cause warrants." Her tasks complete, she gives a bow to Celi, Laria, and the tengu sisters before exiting the sub-cellar. --- Why did I do that? I'm so stupid! Why would she want to have dinner with me? She's a noblewoman, I'm sure she's got suitors barging down her door. I shouldn't have said anything.
"While we all possess useful skills, Miss Thursisdottir really shines when it comes to the old 'rough and tumble'," Rose offers with a nod towards the dwarf. She glances back at Laria . "You wouldn't happen to know someone skilled in specialty leatherworking, would you?" she asks. "I'm sure that this crocigator would make for a really nice pair of boots and perhaps a fashionable belt." Setting aside her cloak and blade and slipping off her own boots, Rose enters the water to retrieve what can be retrieved.
Not expecting quite as much splashing as the beast is engaged in, Rose nevertheless stabs valiantly at the scaled reptile.
"Don't worry overmuch, my lady," Rose says over her shoulder to a visibly nervous Adolina. "We have the beast outnumbered and I'm reasonably confident that we're smarter than it could ever hope to be." She reaches back her right hand and grasps the woman's hand, giving it a comfortable squeeze before taking up a defensive stance and shifting her buckler into position.
"I hear that specialists have been able to condition crocigators to discriminate between friend and foe," Rose offers as she gives Laria a nod. "Unfortunately, I don't have a passing acquaintance with anyone of that nature. So tis the blade." She leads the newcomers back out to the underground pier. "You know your own capabilities better than anyone," she says. "So we'll be depending on you to step in when you can do the most good." She draws her rapier and whips it back and forth through the air. "Whenever you're ready, ladies," she says to the others. Status:
"I believe that we're going to need all the help we can get," Rose replies. "These ladies are looking for a place to belong and assisting us in our efforts on Kintargo's behalf could be the place they're looking for."
Rose considers both the tengu and Adolina's words for a moment, the wheels in her own head turning. She finally gives Adolina a reassuring nod and returns her attention to the sisters. "I believe that we could find a place for you here in Kintargo," she declares. "What happened here was a horrible accident and I place no blame upon you for it. Although, I would suggest distancing yourself from ... Chough." She struggles only a little at pronouncing the odd name. "Her behavior will engender a response from others that you would like to avoid." Attempting to put the violence behind them, she moves on to the currently situation. "You see, Kintargo is about to undergo a sea-change in governance. And we will be instrumental in bringing it about. Ladies like yourselves would be invaluable in that effort and the labor would not go unrewarded."
Keeping an ear out for Celi's return, Rose decides to engage the quartet in casual conversation. "You're from Riddleport?" she asks. "I've heard that's a pretty rough place to live. How did you end up here and how did you meet Nam?"
Rose nods. "Another blade wouldn't hurt, but I agree that the crocagator isn't their battle," she says. "Let's relay what we've discovered to Miss Longroad - explaining that the tengu are refugees and that they might be useful allies in the future." She looks to Celi. "Would you be so kind as to bear our tidings to our benefactor?" she asks. "We'll stay here and watch over these ladies and ... ensure that everyone remains on their best behavior."
Goosebumps rise along Rose's neck at Adolina's proximity. Gods! She needs to not do that or I don't know what I'll do! Taking Adolina's elbow, Rose leads her and the others away a step or two to converse in relatively private hushed tones. "I would recommend passing this tengu quartet along to Miss Longroad and letting her decide their fate," Rose whispers. "They are trespassing upon her property, after all." She glances back towards the women in question. "Once we've done that, then we'll need to come back down here and recover Nam's body and put down the alligator." She pauses. "Crocodile? I always forget how to tell the difference." She shrugs her shoulders. "Whichever it is, it can't be allowed to predate unchecked."
"We are the folks called into service by the owners of this particular set of basements and tunnels," Rose explains. "We've been tasked to discover what happened to Nam Comerivos and to clear said basement of any undesirables." She waves the tip of her sword, gesturing back towards the now-deceased feathered attacker. "Now while I would not necessarily class you with that moniker, your friend back there gave us no choice. Killing is not the first tool in our bag of diplomacy. Surrender and I give you my word that you'll live through this encounter."
Rose nods slightly. "Thank you, my lady," the swordswoman whispers back.
At the sight of the smoking lantern, Rose draws her blade and readies her buckler. "Well, someone was here very recently," she mutters quietly. "They doused the lantern when they heard us coming. And since we didn't see them go by us, I would assume that they're still here." She raises her voice to carry to the room. "We know you're here. We've eliminated the burly one, but we're willing to let you be on your way. Your current occupancy of these demesnes has come to an end one way or another. No one has to die here today. Well ... no one else."
"An alligator?" Rose questions. "Yes, I'm sure we'll need to come back with weapons more appropriate to fighting something scaled and toothed in the water." She looks a little closer attempting to perceive the submerged threat. "But in the meantime, let's stick to discovering if there are any more feathered foes."
"Ah, the Savored Sting," Rose comments, recognizing the statue as that of Calistria. She gives a slight bow of respect towards the representation. "With all due respect, my lady, your domicile has become a refuge for mindless brutality. I hope you take no offense that we choose to cleanse it and make a place for further intrigue and trickery." She smiles at her own joke. Turning to the others, she gestures towards the hole in the wall. "We should ensure that the northwestern room is cleared before heading farther southwest."
When you say the body looks 'gnawed on', does that match up with the big feathered beastie? Or is that implying teeth that she didn't have?
"Yes, let's move him back to the cellar," Rose agrees with a nod. "We should still continue to explore the rest of this hideaway, though."
Rose's eyes widen at the brutality of Ghorza's strike. She doesn't interfere, though. She just ... she just killed it! To conceal her shaking hands, she takes a quick moment to wipe her blade clean and return it to its scabbard before turning away. This is ... no. No. You can't break character now. Hold on to the threads. It's part of the story. This is meant to happen. Brutality contrasted with delicacy and gentleness. It's a classic plot mechanism. The deed done, Rose turns back to the injured dwarf. "Are you okay to proceed?" she questions in a soft voice. "Lady d'Jhaltera? Would you be so good as to render more of that healing magic on our Miss Thursisdottir?"
"Oh my but you're a big one, aren't you?" Rose questions as she slips around to strike at the bird monster from the other side of the opening.
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"Okay. If Nam is still active down here then he can see in the dark," Rose comments without much hope in her voice that the possibility exists. She shifts the buckler on her right wrist and draws her rapier with her left hand. "Lady d'Jhaltera? If you would be so kind as to keep that light close at hand I would be extremely appreciative." The masked woman then moves slowly forward.
"I think we can assume that Nam isn't hiding in any of the sacks or bins here, so onward and downward," Rose declares as she opens the secret door.
She waves Rose in, her brows furrowed, but she smiles after a moment. "Alright. Setting aside all the suspicions you've raised for the moment, I think it's best if you get moving as soon as you're ready." The halfling considers the vigilante for a few heartbeats. "But I think we'll have much to talk about later." "As we're clearly engaged in rebellion, suspicions should be our constant companion," Rose replies. "And I look forward to engaging you in verbal intercourse." ---- "Into the Wasp's nest we venture, then," Rose declares, following after Ghorza. "A shrine to the Savored Sting should offer an interesting afternoon." She slips a buckler onto her right arm and checks her blade in its scabbard before descending.
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Clutching her cloak tightly around herself, Ginetta slips out of the room, through the common area and out the front door of the coffee house. Reaching the street, she looks around and quickly spies a narrow alley between two of the nearby buildings. Backstage costume changes are nothing new to the talented performer and in just moments she's pulling on her second boot and checking the fit of the new leather armor. It seems serviceable, but, she notes, she'll need to get it dyed if it's to play a permanent part in the role. She takes a moment to settle herself and anoint herself with the non-physical trappings of Rose Nightfall. Slipping into character had the feeling of donning an old, well-used garment. Subtly different than when she and Vivia had played at being heroes in their youth. One could make the comparison of performing Elga and the Elephant in the dining room in front of Mother and Father and singing the love aria from Roman and Rebecca in front of a packed house. And while Father would critique each with the same level of expectation, there was a different weight to the role - a higher bar she placed for herself. Her audience, in this case, might be staking their very lives on how well she could fill these very dashing boots. She looks at the crude, painted wood mask in her hands. I'm probably going to have to have something nicer made up if I want to impress her ... them. She shakes her head, clearing the thought from her mind. No distractions. Focus! She slips the mask on. ---
Entering the coffee house, Rose keep her cloak close around her and the hood pulled low as she strides across the room to the door leading to the private meeting room. Another focusing breath before she knocks twice and opens the door without waiting for a response. Her boots click on the wooden floor as she enters the room. "Miss Longroad," she says, bowing low before the woman. "Your reputation for provender and beauty in such an elegant package proceeds you. I consider it a day blessed by the gods to make your acquaintance. Rose Nightfall at your service." She turns to the others only lingering for a moment on Adolina. "I hear that we have a fellow rebel to rescue from amidst the cups, casks, and kegs below. Let us tarry no longer."
"If no one has any objections," Rose says as she examines the discovered leather armor, "I could make good use of this." She picks up one of the raven figurines. "As well as one of these." She moves to make her exit, but pauses next to Adolina. Taking the noblewoman's hand she lifts it to her lips. "Until we meet again m'Lady." Her lips softly touch the back of Adolina's hand, but her eyes never leave Adolina's. Without another word she makes her exit.
If that's what everyone feels is fair, then Rose will trade the cloak of resistance back to group for the leather armor. Typically, on-camera negotiating between characters for found gear has never held my interest, but if everyone else would prefer to do so, I'll bow to the group's preference.
Rose would really benefit from the magical leather armor. She also wouldn't mind the elven cloak, but that would be greedy. ;)
"T-thank you." She says to Rose. "It was nice to work with you. Try to st-stay out of trouble?" "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" Rose replies, giving the young woman a broad wink.
"I'm not one for an appearance in such a public place," Rose replies. "How about I take a rain check? I'll appraise Miss Cicerdos of what we found here. I'm sure she would be inclined to join you there."
Ginetta/Rose will put a point in Disable Device at 2nd level. :)
"Well, the fountain has certainly seen better days," Rose comments, eyeing the foul water with distaste. "But I am thankful that the runes won't be summoning any more devils in the near future."
"Onward into the unknown," the vigilant gestures towards the northeast. "Who knows what else we'll find, eh?" Moving out of the fountain chamber, she leads the group towards the eastern branch of the northeast exit.
"Now you can go adventuring." She says firmly, once Rose's wounds are closed. Rose's eyes crinkle with a smile and she gives the lady another bow. "Your wish is my command, My Lady," She turns to Ghorza. "Assuming the slimy beastie is dead dead, we should continue our explorations and let Miss Wordsmith determine what she may determine." Current Status:
Rose gives Ghorza a nod, the mask on her face concealing her grimace of pain. "Thank you so much, Miss Thursisdottir," she says with a slight bow. "If you'll pardon me for a moment ..." She turns away from the group. Lifting her mask just enough she downs a potion she pulls from her small bag. The bitter taste betrayed the potion's age, but it provided some relief at least.
Readjusting her mask she turns back to the others. "So ... Shall we see what was so important as to summon a couple of devils to protect?" she asks. The woman then begins searching the large befouled chamber. Current Status:
"If you'll excuse me a moment, My Lady," Rose comments to Adolina just before she steps behind the remaining opponent to stab at it with both blades.
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Strategy-wise, Rose would really appreciate if Ghorza would take a step to the west. That would let Rose take a step to flank the devil.
Rose's eyes flutter open and then crinkle in a smile as she looks up at Adolina. "My fair angel visits me again in my trials. You have my thanks, My Lady." Pushing herself to her feet, she attempts to stab the remaining devil. She's still wobbly, though, and her blade misses her target entirely.
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Taking a quick step, Rose stabs at the devil between her and Ghorza with both her rapier and the silver dagger in her off hand.
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Rose's hand slips from under her mask to raise a single finger to the mask's carved lips, indicative of silence. She then moves forward to the gap to peer carefully around the corner.
One of Rose's hands slips under her mask, seemingly to cover her nose or mouth. She nods at Ghorza and follows the dwarf down the stairs.
Rose accepts the cloak graciously, showing not even a flinch at the previously fouled garment. "Your magical skills are without parallel, Miss Wordsmith," she says with a bow towards the gnome. "I will endeavor to be worthy."
"Unfortunately, magic is not my forte," Rose replies as she picks up her dagger and returns it to its sheath. Turning to Adolina, she gives a slight bow. "You displayed most excellent form, My Lady," she offers. "Whoever trained you is obviously a master and you were quite a receptive student." Her praise delivered, the vigilante returns to where her own rapier still rests on the ground and carefully retrieves it, paying mind to any remaining magic upon the blade. Taking an additional moment to study the room that they're in, Rose speaks up again, "Shall we see what lies behind us here? Or shall we descend the stairs to whatever threats await us below?"
Assuming that the others have the one near Celi well in hand, Rose advances on the other. She gives her dagger a flip and sends in flying through the air towards the pest.
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Rose seriously considers trying to retrieve her dropped rapier, but then pulls a dagger from a sheath on her arm instead and attempts to slice at the little troublemaker with that instead. As she does so, she takes a step around the creature to move her closer to flanking.
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Rose perks up at the upcoming opportunity to play hero to a damsel in distress.
The dice gods are balancing things out. A player in a game I'm GMing has had a very similar streak of die rolls for much longer. This is payback, I guess.
Each roll is progressively higher. At this rate Rose will actually hit in ... oh ... a dozen rounds or so?
Rose steps closer to the creature that adorned her in its vomit and stabs at it. "These are my best leathers, you vile piece of refuse!" she declares. Her blade doesn't even come close to the tiny foe.
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Okay. This is not a trend that I like or approve of. XD
"And so we shift to fulfill the tried and true role of vermin exterminators," Rose declares with resignation as a dagger slips into her hand. She flings the blade towards the one hovering in the air, but with her heart not in the task, the weapon misses entirely.
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