"GET OFF ME YOU NAKED SONAB!$*!!"
Scotty grapples with the muscled, and naked, man. Trying to get a chance to use his knives on the guy.
He slips out of the man's grasp and tumbles out of his reach.
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Scotty and Harland take a quick glance around, Harland detecting magic and Scotty for traps. It soon becomes obvious to Harland all the doors and windows on the lower level have been magicked with some sort of alarm spell. He isn't sure, but he can't seem to detect any magic on the upper floor windows. Scott elects to climb up there, and try to sneak down to open the door from the inside, hopefully bypassing the trap.
Scotty gives a nod and a wink to the party: "Alright then, enough lolly gagging, let's do this!" He then scampers off to the side of the building and nimbly climbs his way up to the second story. He takes a peek inside one of the windows, but it is too dark to really see anything. He carefully manages to get the window open and sneak inside, carefully exposing some of the light from Jamako's shiny, and get a better look at the room.
"It seems as solid a plan as any. Harland, why don't you sneak up with me and we can see if she has any traps laying about? If I know this sort of rough neighborhood as well as I think I do, I bet she has had to deal with would-be-intruders before, and would be prepared. If all looks good, I could climb up onto those planters and try to get in upstairs to surround her? Catch her with her knickers down so to speak... or maybe literally. Hopefully. She was a pretty one..."
"Well they sure choose wisely when they choose their clerics, eh?" Scotty chuckles, not one for religious talk. At least not seriously.
Dr. Silver, did you eat paint chips as a kid?"
Thank you Dr. Silver. Your opinion, as always, is of the highest value. How is THE BEYOND! doing? Are the Great Ones appeased?"
Scotty's eyes gleam. "Ah... well gold ye shall have matey. As soon as we put this Winter b*$@! in the ground, we'll be taking back the gold we brought her, as well as whatever else we find around her shop. With that in mind, I would suggest we leave right away for the night is done. Best not let the wench get prepared! This dwarf, Hammerfist, we will give him back the title to his brewery and his stolen ale recipe. The man is a drunk... his ale must be good then right? Anyways, I believe there was talk about giving him some gold as well to help get his business up and running again... because ol' Harland here is gonna draft up some paperwork to make us part owners of the brewery, as our own reward for helping this dwarf out!"
Scotty eyes the smith up and down for a moment or two, until he is satisfied he isn't just some dwarf playing a dirty dwarf trick. "Well... you look like a dwarf alright, but I guess I can be glad your a Duergar. You folks are alright, its them damn surface dwarves... greedy bastards... anyways, *ahem*. Nice to see another night owl like ourselves. We was just passing through... have some business with this b**** named Winter who tricked us into doing her dirty work and ended up stealing this fellers brewery... actually he was a dwarf but... well it just ain't right yano? Not even one of them deserves to get screwed that hard, especially if some wanna be puppeteer is trying to use us as her pawns, you know what I mean? Yano... we just lost our muscle. We represent a group of "treasure finders" called the League of Gentlemen Looking for Things in Holes, or LGLTH if you will... how would ya like to make a bit extra money. I can't imagine the smithy gig is really satisfying yer gold itch?" As he talks, Scotty nonchalantly flips his butterfly knives around, half looking the smith in the eye and half getting distracted by the blades gleaming in the moonlight.
Did... did Drovik really just f' off like that? I thought we were becoming friends... ah well. More loot for us, right? Amiright? and what in the HELL is that awful banging racket? I am entirely too sober for all this nonsense
"Dro... isn't it like, super taboo for you to hate drow women? Aren't they like... your leaders? I have not had too much dealing with drow, but it always seems that a woman was in charge. A sexy one usually... hehe. I suppose this explain why you are up top with The League then. Ah, well. You are a mystery Drovik. A blood thirsty mystery. So, I'm on board to kill her."
"Aw, man! Now why did you tell him that, Dro? He's a dirty dwarf, who cares who screwed him!? Bah!... damn my sensitive pirate heart! Okaaay... I'll help him. Screw that witch! She is nasty and tricksy and I guess I hate her more than dwarves... but I say we get a percentage of the brewery's profits forever after if we do this!"
"This dirty greedy dwarf obviously don't have the money. He's as useless as a sack of potatoes. I say we take what ale and gold he has here and then go pay his cousin a visit, eh? But let' think about this... why would we pay back this Winter, b$$#*? I say we keep it all for ourselves!"
Scotty eyes the conversation with an intense grin and he nonchalantly flips his knives around playfully.
*Flippity Flip* Scotty's knives come out gleaming as a huge grin spreads across his face. "I think the reasons make sense now, my dear doctor. Now... let's grease some money out of a greedy dwarf!"
Scotty whispers: "Looks like now is best chance, gents! Shall we?"
"Bah! Looks like the fun police are here! Nothing wrong with a little knife work... but you are right of course, Harland, we should do this professionally. I doubt our "employer" cares about these other workers, just Hammerfist and his gold. I think we could take them on, but we could always play it safe and follow the bastard home. Drovik, did she mention if she needs this dwarf alive..."
"Aye, sure 'nuff, Hammerfist had a mighty warhammer across his back. The others... I am not sure, but seeing as they work in a town like this... I'd bet they are armed. I suppose there is the chance the dirty dwarf will come willingly... but where's the fun in that, eh? Hehe, I say we at least cut on him a bit... just for fun."
Scotty drops down from the roof with a quizzical look upon his face at Harland's grumpiness. "well boys, I was way ahead of ya it seems. The place looks peaceful if nothing else. Maybe a bit cluttered. A dwarf matching our description along with two other dwarves and one human are inside, seemingly busy minding their stills and barrels. Besides the front door, there is a latge back gate for shipping and recieving. also, some large window vents up in the roof. I seriously doubt they would see us coming hehe... And by the gods is thy place stock full of ale!"
"Drovic... I am touched! Hehe, I've always wanted one of these... Perfect for silent assasination hehe! Shall we test them out on ol' Hammerfist?"
"my vast wealth of knowledge would surprise even the wisest of wizards, Harland. But I'll go see if I can find him... I think his name was Ian Anderson or something..."
"yano, Harland, I was down in the peddler's pint last night with a couple fine ladies [scotty winks] and I overheard this fella that had just come up from the pit. Said he lost his lucky flute running from some rat swarms down some cramped tunnel. I bet ya he'd pay a shiny copper or two for it... Or we could just keep it if it's... Nifty"
Scotty and Drovik stare open mouthed at this Dwarven merchant who has the balls to think he can just sit there silently and ignore them. "So... Drovik... I don't even know what to do! This guy is just sitting here like a statue! Do we... do we kill him?" *Flippity flip as the knives come out!*
Eyeing Grimbeard with a curious glance, Scotty will take his silence as a sign and begin to set up all their loot out on the table. When he gets to the tapestries, he explains to the dwarf: "These here are very special! Ancient dwarven relics... they are woven of adamantine and other precious metals so delicately and beautifully that you couldn't tell it isn't silk without a knowing eye, as I am sure you have, master dwarf. I imagine these could fetch a pretty copper on the dwarven antique market... and I'm willing to give them to ya for a steal! How would you say 5000 gold a piece for the tapestries? and then say... another 5000 gold for the gems, skulls, magic weapons, and the rest of the loot?"
Scotty makes his way to Grimbeard's shop with Drovik. "I tell ya Dro, I heard about this guy from an old buddy. He's sure to give us a good deal... Dwarves are crafty and tricksy... but they know about gold and wealth... greedy bastards." He then pulls out his backpack and unloads the gold skulls, gems, and other loot they found (not sure exactly what everything we took is...), and then the magic sword and dagger, tapestries, and everything. Scotty puts on his best fake smile and addresses the dwarf. "What will ya give us for all this here, dwarf? I bet ya havn't seen a haul like this before. Ancient Dwarven artifacts! Genuine stuff!"
"Alright... well that half-drow sure got out of here in a hurray. It ain't that bad... I hope he comes back. Seemed like an interesting feller... anyways! Off I go to make us some gold." "Drovik, I will need your muscly arms to help carry all these paintings and such
Scotty gathers up all of the skulls, gems, and unwanted looted and heads to market to try and make some gold. Surprisingly, Scotty is actually very trustworthy, if the group of people and/or compensation is good enough.
He will look throughout the market for someone he feels he can get a good deal with (or con into giving him a good deal), and then sell everything.
Scotty smiles to himself as he listens to the priestess address this half-drow. Hehehe! This poor guy must be all out of sorts. I wonder what he must think of us... he probably thinks we are this witch's entourage or slaves or something... HA! When Harland returns, he will address him: "So... what do they call you, mage? You are a mage, right? Or do you just love the feel of soft robe on your drowish skin? "Those who don't know me call me The Blade... perhaps you've heard of me. But you can call me Scotty. It would seem your life just took an exciting turn. We've been down in The Hole, and... well... let's just say its quite worth the effort. Seeing as your home has been reposed by the almighty Lolth, how would you like to come along with us?"
Following everyone inside, Scotty will look for a chair or somewhere to make himself comfortable and then self consciousness start flipping his knives. oh boy, yet another drow! Heh, who woulda thought so many would turn up in one place? Well... I wonder what sort of compensation this priestess wishes to give us...
"ahoy, mate. I suggest ya listen to the lady. Wouldn't want to make her angry, she's a but feisty" Scotty calls out the Harland, knives flashing.
Scotty's eyes grow wide a he sees this display I magic. i am glad we did not anger this one... He then waits for Drovik and heads back into the city through the portal, excited to sell some loot and buy some nice stuff!
"aye, Drovik, I would never want to cause any trouble in town. That would affect our capabilities of selling loot!"
"well guys, do you know what this place is?? I believe them dwarves used this camber to provide oxygen to that building, possibly this whole city! Pretty smart, even for dirty fat dwarves. Let's go back up to town, and claim out reward from that drow princess!" He then starts heading back.
Scotty checks for any discernible exits.
"well... That was gross. What is this thing, doctor? Looks like some sorta giant bug... Hmm "I wonder if this garden leads deeper in, or if this is the bottom of the building. I also feel like if there's one if them buggers around, there's a whole lot more nearby. Let us be on our guard and tread carefully."
what is this thing...
Scotty dodge rolls and attempts to set up a flanking position with Drovik. He then lashes out with his butterfly knife. *thicka thwap*
"yeah! Kill first ask questions later! That's the spirit fellas!"
Scotty whispers sharply: "shhh! Nobody move... We are not alone... " He stares intently at the where this thing is, indicating with his gaze where the thing is to everyone else, and slowly and sneakily reaches for him boomerang.
derpa de do da, derpa de day...
;p I know. I thought it was provoke a response from someone but I guess not lol.
"Hmm... maybe these plants wish to buy some of our loot."
"No? Well maybe they just need a little 'persuasion'!!" Scotty whips out his butterfly knife. *flippa flap*
Scotty slowly makes his way about, investigating these strange plants and mushrooms.
"hey fellas, get down here! There's... I think it's a garden"
Hey, I'm starting up a PbB campaign here that's a sort of reinvention of the Sunless Citadel. Recruitment link is here if anyone is interested.
Appraise is a great skill! At least someone in the party should always have it. How else would you hunt treasure? Or know to maybe not destroy valuable things. Like priceless Dwarven artifacts.
Taking a sick satisfaction in destroying priceless Dwarven art (I mean, he couldn't sell it so what use it is to him?) Scotty gleefully pops out what parts of the statues he can sell: gem stones. He then grins from ear to ear after examining the tapestries for a moment. "aye gents, these be the true treasure of the room. This tapestries are skillfully woven with thin Mithral and adamantine strands... worth at least a thosand gold each, but I bet they coul fetch a fortune to the right buyer! Lousy dwarves, at least they could make some spendy art! Amiright? Dwarves suck." He will then make sure his sunrod is still good to go for a bit, and then makes his way to the down staircase.
Satisfied that these statues are not going to stab him, Scotty begins to pluck their shiny eyes out with his knife, collecting the gems in a pouch in his pack. In fact, as he walks around, he notices that all sorts of things in here could probably be taken and sold!
"Hmmm.... Looks like they're worth enough that we should sell it all! These statues themselves are probably worth a lot, but that means we would need to either carry them outta here, or share the location of this place... I'm satisfied with just gutting them and selling them part for part... and you should grab those tapestries"
It's alright C Brain. The boards where down a solid chunk of the day anyways, I got a little behind in my own campaign because of it.
I stab each and every statue with my lightning short sword. Just to make sure. "Never again!" But first I glance around ;)
Whispering to doctor silver: "aye... I am interested to see what she can offer us, but she does make me a bit uneasy... I wouldn't want to be on her shit list anyways." With a weary glance at the drow priestess, Scotty shoulders his pack and then follows Drovik onward for more loot. Really, in the end, who can decline the possibility of event more treasure? "lead on, sir knight, let's see what else them dirty dwarves have for us to line out pockets with."
Or the basements cool. Lead on dm!
Well, I vote to check out third room here by the displays and mural since we're already there and then head topside to sell. We can always draw a map and come back here?
No back on the original floor. Theres the mural room, the room we camped in, and then one more room we haven't looked in.
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