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"We could visit Caswella," Margaletta agrees with Izrail, "But be ready to signal the others. It seems as though there's something else going on, and it could turn bad soon."
Margaletta tries to read the notice.
"Yeah."
"I didn't get much information from the gnome," Margaletta informs the group, "Because she didn't know much. Too dumb to be telling any lies, though. The Bellflowers didn't trust her with much, just the location of the pamphleteers."
Margaletta frowns. "I'll be back later, without the others and their... surprisingly troublesome politics. Just keep a few fingers alive for me."
Margaletta, previously quiet for some time, attempts to speak to the sheriff outside of the prisoners' earshot. "The doctor was aiding the Bellflower Network. But he is a citizen of some standing, and has apologized for his associations. The gnome, on the other hand, is an escaped slave. We've been advised to deliver him to his master alive, but other than that, I would like to participate in the interrogations."
I spelled it wrong. Stupid autocorrect. I just listened to that whole song as reward. FTFY once again.
May he never find Amadeus's favor in Hell.
Well, we'll have to condone slavery *for* the metal lump, Margaletta thinks, but she keeps it to herself, knowing that it's probably not the right time for this conversation.
No internet at home for the last month or the next month. Will post when I can.
"Ugh!" Margaletta broods, but she waits to see what the others do, as there seems no actual fighting going on.
"And I'd like to know just what sort of creature you're hiding under the bed," Margaletta adds, not bothering to explain anything to the others.
Maybe with some discount, though? (an item worth 1k being 0.5k or 0.25k in "party credit" for instance)
No worries. My to-buy list is basically:
None of it is affordable quite yet; but I might call dibs on protective items or something if everyone else is grabbing things.
"I'm already surrounded by saps," Margaletta weighs in. "I'll be with the team that starts investigating first, while you go on yet another shopping trip."
Err, it doesn't balance well for characters who specialize in equipment. I ask mostly because I'll never be able to use magic armor or most magic weapons.
Hmm. There's also a lot of value in some of that stuff, though. The longsword is worth 4k gp, and the chain shirts 550.
What's our cash on hand for purchases?
"Who exactly is spreading all these lies?" Margaletta asks.
I've never seen anybody so commited to being as much a badass m+##@&#**%@# as she is, and she is pulling it off! Aww thanks. My motivation behind Margaletta is basically "7 Cha, but she's just as beautiful on the inside as the outside"
Margaletta, if nobody stops her, ties up the unconscious angel's wings, then ties the whole thing up tightly in a spare sash and shoves it into her pack.
Ugh super overwhelmed at work/school right now. Will try to keep up with my games
Margaletta readjusts her hold on the cherub, and slams it as hard as she can against her forehead.
Hey now, you're not the only one on this team who gets to kill people.
"Yeah, got it, punch the baby," Margaletta replies, and attempts to grab the cherub out of the air.
My build is incredibly feat-starved, I don't want to do anything with teamwork unless it's granted. Also, I got back from a conference on friday and on saturday discovered a bedbug bite, I've spent the last two days scouring my apartment and nothing else. And it looks like I didn't even miss my initiative yet.
Margaletta walks briskly, easily keeping up with the runners in their heavy armor.
Margaletta will stay with the rest of the group.
"And I'm very protective about getting covered in wereboar blood," Margaletta replies. "Let's go."
Margaletta smacks Jerax across the face with a sudden swing of the dangling boar's head—though it doesn't connect very far—before letting it drop to the ground and roll t his feet. And then she turns, to help Izrail search.
"You want to be a pig next?" Margaletta scowls, lifting up the severed head to Jerax's face and letting it drip blood forebodingly.
Margaletta attempts to grab the boar on the ground, holding it in place.
Margaletta throws a few of her silver shurikens.
"It feels like some of you men haven't bathed in a few weeks," Margaletta comments. "And I don't think a bit of pigs' blood is going to nicen that up. But I guess I wouldn't mind bacon for breakfast tomorrow."
Margaletta shrugs. "Shurikens are small and cheap, and I can coat them myself."
"You think we'll have to fight more ruddy pig-men?" Margaletta asks, making a face.
"Hmm. Well, I didn't get to punch that whiny bard the last time... so, sounds good," Margaletta replies, following the others out.
"Hmm," Margaletta grunts. "Some light enforcing. Got it."
Margaletta shakes her head. "We're mercenaries, not soldier. I know the Order of the Godclaw. Do you really want to fight the army that took down a whole Hellknight Order? Cheliax has actual military brigades for this sort of thing."
"Hmm. Well, Zaggar is pretty well-known in Isger. He's a mercenary of some sort—my best guess is he made his name doing something useful during the goblin wars."
"War medals," Margaletta points out. "From a war. We could sell them, but they probably belong to a certain owner of this house." |